The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Omega Girl 5

by J. Darksong

Ch.3

As Lacie stepped inside the palace interior, her sense of awe overshadowed her trepidation. The room was, in a word, unbelievable. The room was lit by several low burning braziers embedded in the walls, which were pure gold. Eight ivory pillars lined the foyer, leading out into a long hallway lined with lifelike statues of kneeling women, which seemed to go on and on into the distance. The doorknobs of the door she’d just entered were pure diamond, easily fifty karats apiece. The room bespoke pure undiluted opulence, and despite the low amount of light, the room shone with a brilliance that dazzled the eyes. She gave a long low whistle in appreciation.

He may be an insane power-mad tyrant, but he certainly knows how to decorate.

Moving further into the room, she was momentarily taken aback at the sight that greeted her from further down the hallway. What she’d at first glance taken to be statues were actually living breathing women! Each one was a beauty, and as she approached, to her horror, she found that she knew them. Oh my God! Gwen, Sarah, Valerie, Samantha, Olivia, Sharon, Karen, Eva, Anastasia... she realized. They’re heroines... supers... all the women he’s enslaved! God... there must be.... thousands of them!

As she neared the entrance to the hallway, a familiar white haired girl wearing an engraved silver collar around her throat opened her eyes, and rose to her feet. “Greetings, Omega Girl,” Samantha said with a slight bow. “My Master bids you welcome to his humble abode.”

Lacie nodded cautiously. “And where is your... Master... currently hiding himself, Lightning?”

“One might ask, where is the universe,” Karen piped up, rising to her feet as well. “He is everywhere, Lacie, all around us. At the moment, he is busy, tending to important matters.”

“And I suppose you were all sent here to what? Keep me occupied?”

The women laughed, all in unison, which only put Lacie more ill at ease. “We are here, because our Master wished us to be here,” Sharon replied, joining her sister slaves. “That’s all. You’ve heard the saying, ‘to the victor go the spoils’? Well, that’s what we are. All of the supers foolish enough to challenge Him were... dealt with. Those who refused to give in were... changed,” she said with a pleasant shudder, “or simply dispatched. The men were put to work in more useful ways, building new cities and structures for His honor... I think you met some of them on your way here.”

“But we,” Valerie replied, joining the others, “while not worthy of His presence, were deemed acceptable enough to be allowed to serve His pleasure, should He deem it so. And so, here we wait, serving His will until the time He summons one of us to Him.” She shuddered as well, in pleasure, Lacie realized. “In that small way, even we have found a way to serve Him.”

“This is...” Lacie started, then shook her head. “There are so many of you... hundreds. Possibly even thousands. I didn’t think there were this many of us in the entire world!”

“Ah, that in and of itself is a testament to our Master’s power,” a raven haired Amazon beauty with a collar engraved ‘Diana’ spoke up. “Not all of us are from your reality. So great is His power that I was plucked from my world, my reality, to face Him in battle... a battle that I joyfully lost.” She sighed softly, her head going back slightly in remembrance. “In my world, I was a heroine like none other, an untamed force of nature sculpted by the Gods themselves to fight tyranny and oppression. Or so I thought, until I found myself face to face against One who truly IS a God. He crushed my spirit, completely, and utterly, and rather than destroy the utter wretched being that I was, He made me His own.”

Lacie felt the skin prickle on the back of her neck. She sensed the truth in Diana’s words, felt the strength of her spirit, her fire, her passions, but that they had been twisted, turned to service for someone like Jeremiah King... she shuddered, but not from pleasure. Doubt began to creep into her mind. If all of these women, heroes past, present and future, women from other worlds, other realities, were unable to beat him... if he could alter their very minds and bodies so easily... what chance do I have?

At her thought, Anastasia glanced over at her, eye to eye, catching her attention for an instant, before lowering her eyes back to the floor. Lacie’s hand clenched tightly around the crimson stone, still held within. Her resolve strengthened. Okay. So... I have a chance. Not a strong chance, but a chance. I have to try. And, well, if nothing else, at least I know what to expect if I lose.

“Well, ladies, thanks for the tour, but I need to continue on. I need to have a word or two with your so-called Master.” She moved to slip between the wall of women surrounding her, only to pause as two more girls stepped in to block her path. “Okay. I don’t want to hurt any of you,” Lacie cautioned, “but I have to get by. I’m asking you nicely... let me through.”

The girls giggled. “Lacie, sweetie,” a blonde girl younger than her, wearing a collar engraved ‘Kara’, clamped a hand onto her shoulder, “surely you don’t think it’s going to be that easy, do you?” Lacie moved to pull away, surprised at the young girl’s strength. “You see, Master may have beaten us all, and turned us into His loving, obedient thralls... but He didn’t remove all of our powers.” A second hand, Diana’s, grabbed her by the arm, pulling her backwards. “We don’t want to fight you, either, Omega Girl,” Kara said with a smile, leaning forward, surprising Lacie with a deep soulful kiss. “But we don’t intend to just let you pass. So, I guess we’ll just have to find another way to... convince you to stay.”

They mobbed her. Lacie found herself pinned on the ground by at least twenty beautiful, buxom, naked little nymphs, each of them doing their best to tease and entice her. Many of them were as strong as she, and she found herself helpless as they quickly stripped her of her costume, taking delight in caressing, kissing, and nibbling every square inch of freshly bared flesh. Indignation quickly gave way to arousal, fueled as much by the feeling of complete submissive helplessness as much as by the sexual teasing. Her eyes fluttered slightly as she saw Karen’s blonde head disappear between her thighs, arching her back as Sarah’s soft lips captured the nipple of her left breast as Eva’s teeth gently prickled the puckering nip on her right.

Goddess!! No... I can’t let them... hhhhhunnn... do this to me... ooohhh fffuucckkk... that’s good... mmmm... no! I have to... have to... stop this! Gotta stop King... got to... to... do... something... ohhhhh sooooo good...

Sparks danced before her eyes, both literally and figuratively, as the girls began using the powers on her as well, keeping her docile. Pleasure bloomed within Lacie like a flower, and her eyes crossed as one orgasm melded seamlessly into the next. Colors danced in her vision and her mind, and soft words heard as well as felt from within urged her to relax, to just give in and drift... to surrender... to submit. And she felt herself responding, as she always did, as she’d been trained and conditioned to respond, losing resistance as her mind and will softened under the pleasurable onslaught.

And why did she even want to resist anyway? She was being pleasured, made love to by twenty of the hottest, sexiest women she’d ever met. She’d dreamed about having a number of these women this way, all to herself, for years, and even though this wasn’t exactly the scenario she’d pictured, it was fucking exceptional. Another orgasm blasted through her as Valerie’s tongue worked its magic on her toes, and her thoughts scattered to the four winds. Her pleasure increased; thinking was overrated anyway, and only got in the way of pleasure. Somehow she thought that particular thought without thinking it, at least not with her own overtaxed brain cells. She started to muse about that, on how she could possibly be thinking thoughts without thinking them, but then Diana’s fingers pushed her cheeks apart as her questing tongue circled her crinkling anus, and even those dim thoughts ceased.

“Good girl,” a soft feminine voice whispered in Lacie’s ear as she climaxed yet again, clenching and unclenching, as shudders of pure ecstasy ran through her like a freight train. “Just like that. Just give in... and let us make you feel so good... as good as serving our Master makes us feel.” Another pulse of pleasure rocked Lacie to her core. and she shuddered mindlessly, all thought processes completely shut down. “Just relax... and let us make you cum... again, and again... and again... until there’s nothing left in your head but a nice steaming puddle of goo.” A soft nibble of her ear, and Lacie groaned, toes curling once again. “And then, you’ll listen like a good girl, to everything we have to tell you...about how good it is to serve our Master.”

“AAAAHHHHHHHGGAAWWDDDYYEESSS!!” Lacie screamed as she came one final time, going completely rigid. The twenty or so women teasing her body with pleasure had only a split second to gape in surprise as they were buffeted back several yards by an explosion of white blinding light. Lacie floated several feet into the air as wave after wave of blinding energy erupted from her body, Omega Waves generated by the powerful climax at the very core of her being. The dimly lit hallway grew bright as the energy wave pulsed throughout the corridors, illuminating everyone within, enveloping each kneeling slave girl momentarily, before they all slumped to the ground.

* * *

Sometime later, Lacie stirred, groaning softly. Her head ached, feeling as if she’d just gone twenty rounds with Stonewall AFTER an all night bender. Her pussy ached as well, a fact that brought back the memory of exactly WHY she was so sore. A quick glance around told her that her ‘involuntary release’ had knocked out the rest of King’s thralls as well; she was the only one conscious for the moment. Guess I’d better take advantage of this intermission, and get out of here before they wake up again. Wrapping a tendril of power around herself, she reformed her uniform once more, then made her way through the long meandering hallway.

The doorway appeared suddenly, without warning. One minute, the hallway seemed empty, continuing on around a corner for another unknown span, and the next, she nearly stumbled into it. It was definitely strange, very much out of place in the rest of the opulence that was King’s palace. Frowning, gripping the stone in her hand tight o reassure herself it was still there, she turned the doorknob, and stepped inside...

Nothing.

A cry of panic escaped Lacie’s lips as she stepped over the threshold into outer space, floating wildly in a seemingly endless expanse of blackness lightly dotted with the light of far off stars. She turned back desperately for the doorway that she’s stumbled in from, but having closed behind her, it had vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Deep rasping breaths escaped her mouth as she tried to force herself to calm down, only after which did she notice that she was able to breathe. I can breathe? she thought to herself. So... this isn’t REALLY outer space then. This must be another one of King’s illusions, put here to scare me. She sighed softly, as her pulse finally slowed. Well kudos on that one, King. If you wanted to scare me shitless, you succeeded.

“Thank you, my dear,” an all too familiar voice replied, echoing in from all sides like a physical force. “Wasn’t my intention when I created this little ‘work room’ of mine, but it’s nice to know about the added benefit.”

“KING!” Lacie shouted, then winced, covering her ears as the sound waves echoed back and forth, reverberating, striking her like a series of punches. “Show yourself, dammit! Enough games. Face me, so we can get this over with!”

Laughter was his response, a low deep laughter like the rumbling of the ocean, or a volcano about to erupt. “I’m sorry, my dear. I know that you were absolutely serious when you said those words, it’s just that from my point of view they just strike me as... hilarious.” He chuckled again. “Right now I’m involved in a project of some importance, and while dealing with you personally would be a novel distraction, I’m afraid it’s just not worth it. You are an insect to me, a minor annoyance to me at best... though I am surprised that you managed to leave the hallway. I guess this means even I can still be surprised now and again.”

Lacie growled in her anger. “An insect? Well better men than you have tried to swat me, King,” she yelled defiantly, ignoring the backlash of sound waves reverberating about the space, “tried and failed! As a matter of fact, if you think about it, the fact that I’m here at all shows that you failed to get rid of me!”

The darkness of the room suddenly gave way, and Lacie found herself floating in a massive room completely lined in silver, walls and ceiling, with a huge multicolored globe sitting atop a massive pedestal. Jeremiah King stood before her, but a King greatly changed, standing at least a hundred feet tall, his eye as large as her entire body. “So, Insect,” he spoke loudly, causing the entire room to shake, “if you insist on being swatted, so be it.” He raised a hand towards her. “Begone, vermin!”

A dark inky blackness surrounded Lacie, enveloping her. The nothingness sucked at her, at her very being, her essence. She knew, somehow, instinctively, that if she didn’t escape from it immediately, it would consume her utterly. Instinct spurred her, and she held aloft her gem, focusing her mind on escape. The world flashed red, and the blackness faded, as she found herself back in the huge silver room.

“Well... that was unexpected,” King replied, as his form began to slowly shrink down. Stopping at just under twelve feet tall, he floated over to Lacie’s panting form. “As unlikely as it is, I seem to have failed yet again. And... was that rather familiar energy signature I just felt... yes. Yes, it was.”

The stone in Lacie’s hand began to glow brightly, and began to shake in her hand. Frowning, Lacie clenched it tighter, and the stone stilled. King nodded slightly.

“Yes. That explains much,” he murmured softly, floating away, back up to the multicolored globe once again. “I am the absolute ruler of thus world, my dear, but oh so very much more. I control this reality. Thanks to you, and the bargain we brokered so long ago.” He chuckled. “By giving up your power to me, surrendering your very life essence to my crystal, I was able to bond completely with it... to tap fully into its infinite power. I used that power to send you into an alternate reality, one where you were never Omega Girl, where you could live out your life as a normal average woman in an ordinary average world, with a loving family and friends... everything you so desperately wanted.”

Lacie’s eyes closed as she recalled all too well her experience in that other realm. Her heart threatened to break as she relived that painful goodbye yet again, but she pushed the pain away, focusing on her anger at the cause of her pain. “My perfect dream world?” she countered, floating up to face him again. “Yes... it was my dream... everything I ever wanted. But it wasn’t to last... as you KNEW it wouldn’t! My very existence in that reality threatened to destroy the entire world. In order to save the people I love, I had to leave them all behind!”

“Interesting,” King murmured softly. “And it seems you brought something back with you when you returned. Again, this was an unforeseen development, though I suppose it shouldn’t have been. It was foolish not to consider the possibility of other shards of the gem in other realities than this one. Considering the sheer number of realities in the multiverse, it was inevitable that someone else would uncover the same power as myself.” He shook his head. “It’s just a bitter irony that the person that recovered another gem was YOU, my dear.”

“Then why don’t you just give in now and turn things back to the way they were?” Lacie challenged. “After all, you said it yourself. I have the same reality bending powers as you, now. It’s a stalemate.”

“Hardly.” the dark haired demigod replied.

“What do you mean? I have the stone...”

“Yes, but not the power and experience to wield it,” King finished. “I’ve had the crystal I unearthed in ancient Egypt for more than a thousand years. It took nearly half of that to learn how to properly tap into its true power, and even then, it wasn’t until our fateful meeting that I was able to truly bond with the gem.” He spread his hands, and the room changed once again, returning to the outer space motif. “You don’t even have a rudimentary level of control over the gem’s powers. Your activation of the power is mostly instinctual at best.”

Laughter seemed to come at Lacie from all directions. “I underestimated you, Omega Girl,” King’s voice echoed about the room, “but not by much. You’re no insect... more like.... let’s see. A spider, yes? A Black Widow... or a Brown Recluse. Dangerous, possibly even deadly under the right conditions... but only if you don’t know about them beforehand.”

An intense pressure filled Lacie’s head, like a hand clamping down on her brain, squeezing tightly. She groaned from the sensation, screwing her eyes tightly closed, placing her hands to the sides of her temples. The pressure only increased, and she screamed in pain. The starlight began to dim slowly, the darkness increasing even as the pain in her head began to flare up. “Stop it! STOP IT!” she yelled, twisting in agony. More laughter was King’s only response. The pain increased yet again, and her consciousness wavered. Then one last pulse, and the darkness closed in.

* * *

The nameless mindless slave walked through the doorway, entering the hall. In her hands she clutched a small metal pail and a rag. Completely nude, she stepped into the main foyer, the slightly cooler temperature of the hallway causing her nipples to harden. Wide, glazed eyes surveyed the scene, ignoring the line of unconscious women sprawled about the floor as immaterial. Her only thought revolved around the single command she had been given: to clean. Stepping forward, she moved towards the first pillar, intending to do just that, when something distracted her.

Her attention wavered, slightly, moving from the work she had been assigned to the women lying on the ground. Her face, normally expressionless in the blankness of cognition, slowly stretched into a frown. A sensation washed over her, a kind of familiar feeling, both completely alien and yet as familiar to her as her own skin. The frown deepened, and her mind, unused to any thoughts besides the ones placed there by her Owner, struggled to comprehend what she was experiencing.

Something... something about the scene before her... a feeling... like static electricity in the air... so familiar... it jogged something hidden deep within her. She lowered the bucket to the ground, then turned slowly towards one of the women lying unconscious, a fair-skinned blonde beauty. The face was calm, peaceful in repose, and a silver collar sat around the girl’s neck, identical to the one around her own neck, except, unlike her own, the one worn by the sleeping girl had a name engraved on it. Her eyes rolled over each letter slowly, purposely.

“Eva,” the word issued from her lips, almost of its own accord. Eva. The sound of it spoken aloud increased that feeling of familiarity. Eva. Eva. It was the woman’s name. A cacophony of feelings accompanied the realization... affection, anger, lust, betrayal, trust, hate, and love. The girl staggered slightly at the influx of feelings, but the intensity faded just as quickly as it had surged.

She knew this slave, she realized suddenly, a thought that in and of itself was almost enough to send her to her knees. She didn’t even know her own name, her past, anything... yet somehow she knew this slave girl.

Eva. Her name is Eva. And... she was my friend... once. But... she betrayed me. I trusted her, and she took advantage of me. And... I returned the favor... taking advantage of her as well.

Images flashed through her mind, but they were disjointed, jumbled, as if something had physically ripped the memories to shreds then scattered them. A burst of pain exploded in her mind with the effort of remembering, and she sank to her knees. Her hand grazed Eva’s thigh, and the blonde stirred slightly, moaning.

“Uhhnn... no... Lacie... not yet...” she moaned, before slipping back into unconsciousness.

Lacie.

The word echoed inside the empty walls of the nameless slave’s mind.

Lacie.

Lacie.

Like a key sliding effortlessly into a well-oiled lock, the name brought forth a veritable flood of memories, the shredded pieces slowly fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Pain lanced through her skull again, but this time she weathered it, enduring it. Images flashed in her mind again, but now they made sense.

Eva’s eyebrow rose. “You’re asking me to dive into your mind again?”

“I don’t really have much choice, do I?” she replied bitterly. “I have to know. I NEED to know that I’m not a killer... that I haven’t just crossed that one line, that one inviolatable limit I set for myself. With everything that’s been done to my mind lately... by friend and foe,” she added with a little venom, “and a rather strange encounter with Alex Kline earlier, I have pretty good reason to doubt my perceptions of what happened.”

The slave opened her eyes, slowly regaining her feet. Everything was clear now. She remembered it all, now... remembered her past, her first meeting with Jeremiah King in that cave so long ago, surrendering herself to the giant crystal... being absorbed into it, as her essence, her very being, was pulled apart. Then... her return. Free once more, she’d challenged King—challenged him, and lost. He’d stripped her then—of her mind and memories, as well as her clothes. He tortured her daily, by giving her just enough consciousness to know what she’d lost during the moments when she was forced to endure her rape.

Lacie. She was Lacie. And the sensation she’d felt that was so familiar had been her power being expended, her Omega Waves. Which only meant one thing.

Focusing her mind inward, she summoned her power. Brown hair turned pitch black, and a series of energy tendrils swirled about her body, changing to black, forming her uniform. Floating a few inches off the ground, she turned back towards the doorway she’d just emerged from.

“Alright, King, it’s time for round two,” she said aloud, powering up. “It’s time for Dark Star to get her revenge!!”

((end of part 3))