The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Anticipation of a bad thing is almost always worse than the bad thing itself. That’s the idea, anyway. Sometimes you can get so nervous and anxious about something that’s coming that you freak yourself out way worse than whatever it is that’s about to happen. I vaguely remember being that way about getting shots when I was a child. Waaaaaay back when I was a kid... before I became mostly invulnerable, that is.

As I hovered above the city, merely glancing down at the buildings and streets, at the myriad people going about their daily lives, I couldn’t help but pity them all. Each of them going about their days as if they would continue on forever, without a worry that the end of days was coming. Because it was. And I was going to be the one to bring it about.

Not on purpose. Heavens, no! I actually LIKED living and existing. I liked this world, with all its flaws, with crime and traffic and war, and evil afoot. As bad as things were, I knew things could always get better. I had hope for humanity. I always have. It was why I became Omega Girl in the first place.

And yet... I was going to somehow destroy it all. Sometime soon, according to my Sisters, the future seeing Nornir goddesses. Each of them had seen a glimpse of the nearby future, and they all agreed it revolved around me. Something I did or didn’t do results in the end of the world. And not just Earth, but the entire universe, the destruction of all worlds, all dimensions, all of reality. It was fated to happen. And the worst part was... no one knew exactly HOW it happened. My Sisters could SEE the event occur, but not see what triggered it, or how it might be prevented.

Just further proof that goddesses, even Nornir, are not TRUE gods. We’re pretty damned powerful, but not truly omnipotent. I’m a bit harder to kill than most people, but I can still die. And while our spirits, our souls, are eternal, set to continue on even when the universe itself falls away to dust, we ourselves are not truly immortal. And don’t even get me started on the supposedly omnescent part! I only WISH I knew everything. Just being able to SEE everything happening in the present at one time doesn’t mean I KNOW everything that is happening.

Bottom line is, I have limits. It might be a bit daunting for the ‘most powerful woman on the planet’ to admit that she has limitations, but there it is. I can’t do everything. I can’t save EVERYONE in trouble. I’ve proved that time and time again over the years, forced to watch as the people in my life that I care the most for, my family and friends, suffered, while I was helpless to do anything about it. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty. And finding things out after the fact doesn’t really help much.

That’s what this trip was about. I’d been given an insight, a hint that I was the cause of the destruction of the world. But that was pretty much all we knew. I didn’t even have an exact date or time. I needed more information. And considering the gravity of the situation, I was willing to do whatever it took to get it. It was why I’d flown to Washington D.C., making this special trip despite my own personal vow never to come back here again.

Yeah. I was still a bit miffed about Senator Wellesley and everything he put us through. Even decades later. Still, I supposed I might as well get over it. Assuming the universe DOESN’T implode in the near future, Patty Grimalde might very well end up living in the White House. And I wouldn’t turn down an official visit just because of my personal distaste for the city.

Besides, I reminded myself as I drifted down outside the landing of a seemingly ordinary looking apartment building, I wasn’t actually dealing with the government this time. Not technically. Rebecca McCandliss was currently assigned to the FBI’s Metahuman Task Force project, but she was really a local police detective. From Infinity City, as I recalled, though she had spent time working with River City P.D. as well.

Of course, I hadn’t made the trek all the way out here to visit her for her police skills. Taking a moment to consider how best to make contact with her, I closed my eyes briefly, and vanished, disappearing into thin air...

They’re never going to get people to use the Metro now, thought Rebecca McCandliss. Even now, she could STILL sense the pull of the shokushu kaiju’s pheromones inviting her to lower her panties and let its tentacles slither inside her ass. “Fucking Japanese embassy had better help sort out this one,” she muttered aloud. Her voice sounded a little husky, her skin sweating with arousal. Luckily, the tentacle beast had been more into boys—which gave an unexpected erotic experience to a number of male commuters on the shuttle train to Silver Springs—but meant the monster distracted itself for too long with more preferred prey while Rebecca drew a bead on its shiny green head. All-in-all, another Tuesday afternoon as an Acting Agent in the FBI’s Paranormal and Metahuman Crime Division.

She drummed her fingers on her steering wheel impatiently, DC traffic snarled up as usual, her black saloon stuck behind a bus while a motorcade passed. She eased back in her seat, rubbing her thighs together, the outline of the silver rings through her stiff pink nipples visible through her cream silk shirt. “I am so fucking horny,” she growled as she slipped a hand off the wheel and gave her left nipple a subtle tweak, “Arianne is getting it when I get home. Good and hard.” The thought of her girlfriend raised the temperature inside the car several further degrees. “Going to spank that ass. Going to—” A loud honking from behind her disturbed the movement of Rebecca’s hand towards her thighs. The bus had moved, so she edged the car forward another ten yards. She sighed, “DC traffic is the worst.”

Forty minutes and six miles later, Rebecca pulled into the parking lot of the famed Rivergate hotel. She couldn’t afford a penthouse apartment on her FBI stipend, but Arianne most certainly could. Being the significant other of wealthy-heiress-slash-reality-television-star-slash-electrically-powered-superheroine-slash-submissive-kinky-lesbian-slut, Voltira the Electic Girl did have its advantages. The uppermost advantage in her mind at that moment being the superbly curved olive-skinned ass that Rebecca planned to bend over and spank the moment she got in the door. She waved to the doorman and strode into the gold elevator, her passcard already out to swipe on the electronic keylock. “Come on,” she said, jamming the penthouse button. Her tongue ran around her lips, the slick wetness between her thighs making her feel giddy with anticipation of Arianne’s curves.

The elevator doors swished open directly into the apartment. Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat.

Arianne grinned. Her eyes glowed with excitement, dark curls running down to her shoulders, her plump kissable lips quivering. She had a wooly sweater on from their summer vacation in Ulster, woolen knotwork outlining the curve of her big breasts, worn over a pair of faded blue jeans. It gave Arianne an air of almost entirely unearned wholesomeness and made Rebecca growl.

“Oh! R-Rebecca! We have a—mmm! Oh, wai . . . mmmm! Heh! Ooo! Hold oooooooo . . . ohmigod! Oh, buuuuuuuuuh-uh-unh-unnnh-unnnnnnnnh! Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, no, don’t stop! Oh, Mistress! Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Thank you, Mistress, may I please have another! Ah!”

Rebecca heard a cough somewhere behind her in the apartment. Her hand paused in mid-stroke over Arianne’s bare ass. She looked up, her heavy panting matching that of her girlfriend. Arianne kept her head down and her eyes shut, her face pressed against the wall, savoring the delicious feeling of being dominated in front of an audience. “I-uh did try-uh to tell-uh you, Mistress-uh. . . . You can-uh keep going?”

However, the tall redhead remained frozen, staring in disbelief at the statuesque blonde standing in her apartment, looking discreetly out the window. Her hand instinctively went for her gun, only to pause, wondering how the HELL she hadn’t sensed the other woman’s presence. What the hell?!? She’s less than five feet away from me, and I still can’t sense her? Collecting herself, she ran through her memory of various metahumans who might have the capability of disguising their presence to her formidable psychic senses. A name came up. “Well, this is awkward,” thought Rebecca aloud, “on the other hand, if you’re going to sneak in unannounced and disguising your presence, seeing me and Arianne enjoy kinky rough sex is your price of doing business.” She straightened up and assumed a professional expression.

“You’re Omega Girl, aren’t you? The face and costume are pretty memorable, and unless you’re a copycat trying to break into crime by breaking and entering, I’d imagine you’re here because you need something from me?” She hissed out of the corner of her mouth. “Arianne pull your jeans up, I can’t keep spanking you now.”

Arianne looked crestfallen, which made Rebecca all the more irritated with the coitus interruptus. How rude. She stepped out of the entrance hallway to inside the apartment’s atrium, ignoring the gentle sound of trickling water droplets from the gilded fountain. Lavender scents filled her nostrils from the exquisite collection of wildflowers arranged around the high windows. In back, the sex dungeon where she and Arianne ought to by rights already be heading towards remained sadly empty. Really fucking rude. Rebecca could feel the darkness that always lurked at the edge of her consciousness coiling. Superheroines need discipline.

The blonde turned to face her.

“A truly spectacular view,” I said softly, gesturing with my head towards the window. “I’ve never been much of a fan of politicians, but I can’t help but find the D.C. skyline inspiring. Being able to see that... seeing these reminders of this country’s history, every day... I guess that might make living here worth it.”

“Some days more than others,” Rebecca replied archly, walking over to a marble bench by the fountain, sitting down, crossing her long legs. A little over six five, Rebecca knew she had legs to die for. She noted the blonde’s eyes flick down as she uncrossed them and leaned back, parting them ever so slightly. Her weird green eyes drank in the blonde’s body with undisguised interest. She knew Arianne didn’t mind; to the contrary, Ari loved an audience (her reality television show fed a distinct exhibitionist streak).

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Straight forward and blunt as ever,” I remarked, grinning even as she frowned. “But yes, I came here to ask a favor of you.”

“I see. Well, sneaking into my home uninvited is a strange way of asking,” she retorted. “And just what do you mean by, ‘straight forward and blunt as ever’? I don’t recall us ever meeting before.”

I glanced aside, biting my lip slightly. I wasn’t exactly sure how much about myself I should outright volunteer. At least, not yet. “No, we haven’t officially met,” I said somewhat evasively, “but I know of you. You did spend quite a bit of time in my city working on curtailing the underground drug trade, as well as trying to shut down your old friend, Dr. Arcadia Orbweaver.” I noted the way her nostrils flared slightly at the mention of the name, yet her expression remained unreadable, at least apart from pretty brazenly pealing my clothes off with her eyes. “I have to say, I have a great amount of admiration for your work—”

“Resorting to flattery now, are you?” Rebecca replied as she smiled over at Voltira. I’d met Voltira before at a superheroine convention and we’d networked. “Aren’t you a regular charmer.” She gestured over at Voltira, who bounced a little on her toes and then curled up on her knees by Rebecca’s feet.

“I’m so excited for you to meet Mistress, Omega Girl,” said Voltira. “I’m sure you’re going to get on great!”

“Shush,” grunted Rebecca. Her hand stroked the warm skin on the back of Arianne’s neck. She felt at an extreme disadvantage, not being able to read the woman in front of her. She’d been taken by surprise from the get-go, caught inflagrante, and Arianne fangirling didn’t help. Huh. Not that it would do much of anything even if I could read her, she thought. She’s Omega Girl... I’d need an anti-tank missile just to make her flinch. But... not being able to read her psychically is annoying. It’s not as if I know much about her beyond her public persona as a heroine, but I don’t recall anything about her being immune to psychic invasion before!

I couldn’t help but sigh at the way she was glaring at me. “Okay,” I conceded finally. “I’m obviously making you uneasy. I’d kind of hoped my status and reputation as a heroine would be enough to convince you to trust me out of hand... but I guess I need to go a bit further.” I exhaled loudly. “I’d agree to let you into my head,” she glanced up at me sharply at that, “provided I can trust you to behave yourself... and keep your ‘other side’ in check?”

Rebecca’s jaw visibly dropped at that. It was one thing to know that she was psychic, that she was a graduate of the ‘secret’ psi school in Quantico, even though that information was highly classified. But it was another thing entirely to know about her secret about the ‘other’ entity hiding deep within her. The darkness twitched inside her mind, pleased with the recognition. “How... you... what exactly do you know about my ‘other side’?” she demanded, standing up to glare down at the blonde heroine in what she hoped was an intimidating expression.

I let out another soft sigh. Well, we’d come to brass taxes now. I’d basically shown my ace, and now it was time to either show all my cards or fold. “I think it would probably be easier for you to look and see yourself,” I explained, lowering my guard and relaxing my psychic defenses. “I just wanted to—”

And just like that, it was like my brain had been put on pause. My eyes widened as I felt McCandliss combing through my mind like an open book, flipping through the pages, glancing at the pictures, reading a page here or there, and moving on to the next. It was... disconcerting. Not unpleasant or painful, just... strange. I’d been psychically probed before, quite a few times. Veronica Albinn, Anastasia Albinn, even my son, Kyle, all had psychic talents. My best friend Eva was one of the most powerful psychics on the planet, and we were in telepathic rapport quite often. I knew her ‘touch’ quite well, But McCandliss’ touch was... different. Something more than friendly, closer to intimate... but also, hungry, ravenous, like barely contained lust. And somehow, at the same time, restrained—

“Well,” Rebecca said briefly, as I blinked, coming back to myself again, frowning slightly to find myself in a state of undress. “That was... quite interesting,” she admitted after a moment. “You’re actually some kind of quasi-divine entity.” Her lust tasted coppery in her mouth. The silver rings felt almost alive on her nipples, ethereal forces tugging on them in response to the presence of such powerful mystical force. It didn’t do much to help cool Rebecca off.

“I honestly don’t know what to say. Assuming you’re not delusional, and what I saw in your mind is the truth,” she replied, chuckling ruefully, “you’ve definitely lived an interesting life.”

“Normalcy is overrated,” I quipped, crossing my arms, not bothering to summon my clothes just yet. “So, if you read through most of that in my head, then you know why I’m here. I need your help. Something bad is coming, and soon. And I need to know how to stop it from happening.”

“Really? I thought you were the cause of whatever is supposed to happen?” Rebecca asked, scowling. “You know, causing the whole ‘end of the world’ thing?” She shuddered slightly, the darkness inside of her slithering in between the crack of her mind at the thought. “It seems to me that the answer is obvious. If you’re the problem, then leave. Lock yourself away in your Asgard—.”

“Yggdrasil,” I corrected her, with a smirk. “Asgard is on the annex to Yggdrasil, actually. One of my son’s friends is from there...”

“Uh-huh,” Rebecca replied with a sigh. Smartass divinities—always trying to act like they had a better inside track on the planes of existence than humans did. “Whatever.” She leaned forward and whispered in Arianne’s ear before looking up again at Omega Girl. “My point is, if you’re so concerned, you should go and lock yourself up there to make sure nothing happens to trigger the apocalypse.” Arianne rose and left towards the back of the apartment, her head bowed.

“I considered that already,” I answered, shaking my head, “but for all I know, hiding myself away might be what causes it, not being around to stop it from happening. Besides... hiding out isn’t exactly my style. What about you, Rebecca? You’re basically carrying around your own little mini-apocalypse inside of you, just waiting to be triggered. How would YOU feel about being locked up somewhere, as a prisoner, just to prevent something from maybe happening?”

“Touche,” McCandliss replied with distaste. “Okay. So I get that you want to try and prevent the end of the world if possible. I’m rather partial to continuing to live and exist myself. So,” she said, walking over to place a hand on Omega Girl’s bare shoulder, “what exactly do you need from me? How can I help you prevent this?”

I felt my cheeks brighten slightly at the intimate touch. If she had delved deeply enough into my head, she probably already knew that I found her very attractive. “That’s something of a loaded question,” I responded, turning to stare directly up into her eyes. It wasn’t often that I met someone taller than my own six-foot-tall frame. “But basically, I need information. I need you to tap into your psychic abilities and see if you can figure out exactly what I do that sets off the end of days, and when exactly it occurs.”

“Foresight?” Rebecca answered, frowning now. “That’s... not really my strong suit. Besides which, I saw in your memories, you’ve already been to pretty much every psychic with any kind of talent to try and see the future, but none of them had any luck.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” I replied glumly. “I’ve spoken to psychics, swamis, and seers, humans, demons, and goddesses, and none of them can tell me anything.”

“And, you think I can do any better?”

“Actually, yes,” I told her pointedly. “Or... not you specifically,” I clarified, glancing away, unable to meet her expression again. “I’m talking about what’s inside you. The Harbinger. She’s basically the embodiment of all of your psychic talent and abilities, right? And genetically engineered to far surpass anything a normal human mind should be capable of.” I took a deep breath and finally turned to face her again. “I think... I believe, that if you gave her free reign, she might be able to see past the veil that none of the other psychics have been able to pierce, and see what causes the end of the world.”

Rebecca dropped her hand and stepped back. “You’re fucking nuts.”

I winced slightly at her response. “Okay... I know it is asking a lot. I get that. And yes, I also realize that once you open the floodgates you might not be able to close them again. But you have to understand what’s at stake. You SAW it in my head already. We’re talking the literal end of the world... maybe in a year, maybe a few months. Maybe even a few days. I have to know what to do, McCandliss. And you’re my last and best hope.”

The darkness rushed upwards in Rebecca’s mind. Pale flames licked out from her skin. The air warped against her, the molecules swarming with an intense prickling heat as blood-red thigh boots, shiny black panties with a silver zipper running across the crotch, and a black corset tied with blood-red laces formed around her body. Her scalp burned as her red hair flamed out from it. A death’s head clip formed to hold it at the back, so that it fell in a long straight ponytail between her shoulder blades.

—Yes. I am the Harbinger. Submit to me, obey me and please me, and I will see your future, slave.—

I sighed deeply, closing my eyes. Opening, they flash a brilliant white, as my own change envelops me, as a part of myself, hidden away, emerges, ascending to the forefront. My bare skin shimmered briefly, glowing, before being replaced with a resplendent robe of soft yellow with gold stitching and sandals replacing the thigh high boots covering my bare feet, my entire body glowing with power.

«Hold a moment, Harbinger,» Goddess Verdandi spoke from within me, raising a warding hand. In a way, we are like McCandliss and the Harbinger inside her, except where the two of them are usually at odds, together but apart, Verdandi and I are joined together fully, merely two sides of the same coin. But where I would willingly submit headlong into the dark entity’s embrace to gain my answer, She, it seemed, required further assurances.

The Harbinger glared; her green eyes seething with a blend of rage and intrigue. She wasn’t used to denial, certainly not once unleashed. She had no use for restraint ... yet despite her impatience, she sensed this woman... this being, contained great power.

—You try my patience. You wanted to see me to give you aid. You have my terms. Submit, unconditionally, and I will give you what you desire!—

Verdandi shook her/my head.

«Unconditionally? No. I am desperate, not foolish. This is a simple bargain. We/I submit to you, completely, totally, without restraint... for a period of twenty-four hours. You may do anything you wish with me/us during this time. Afterward, you release me/us and return control back over to your human side, and provide the answer we/I seek—»

The Harbinger snorted.

—Pitiful!—

She stalked forward, the sound of her boot heels clipping on the marble floor. Her fingers twitched as she circled Verdandi.

—You expect me to allow McCandliss to simply reassume consciousness after a day? That I will just disappear and let my shadow takeover again?—

She halted in front of Verdandi, arms crossed at her ample chest.

—Perhaps you are not as desperate for my aid as you lead McCandliss to believe!—

«Oh? And what would you consider a suitable amount of time, then?» Verdandi inquired.

—Time for me to twist you until you had no self or purpose other than my service.— She ran the tip of her left index finger across Verdandi’s lips. Without blinking, she moved her finger to her own mouth, tasting it. Her eyelids closed; a shiver ran through her. She re-opened her eyes.

—A week. With a willing slave like you, there is much that I could do to you . . . and others.—

At my behest, Verdandi allowed me to take over again.

“Three days,” I stated firmly. “And that is more than fair. You are correct... I am rather durable. My body is nearly indestructible. Yet at the same time, it is just as soft and responsive as any normal woman.”

I dispersed the robe, rendering myself completely nude once again. I wasn’t a vain woman by any means, but I’d always taken care of my body, keeping it tone and in shape, and I knew that I was considered rather attractive. And, judging by the look my redheaded companion was giving me, she at the very least, found me desirable.

“Think about it. I am submitting to you willingly, mind and body, offering myself to you as a toy for your amusement. You’ll be able to play out every desire, every fantasy, even those you’ve always wanted to with your partner, but couldn’t out of concern for her safety.”

I placed a hand on my hip, cocked it towards her, enticingly.

“Where else would you ever get such an offer? And, really, it’s in your best self-interest to help me. If I fail, everyone dies, including you. You get three days of freedom, with a willing slave. There is no downside. All you have to do is live up to your side of the bargain.”

The Harbinger sneered.

—You think I care for the safety of ANY slave? That’s your offer? I don’t think you understand who I am. What if I decide to keep you as my slave ... longer? Perhaps forever?—

Verdandi and I both chuckled. I’d expected the question after all. The response was somewhere between a threat and an appeal, yet somehow neither of the two.

“Well, aside from the obvious fact that my fellow goddesses would NOT take kindly to you kidnapping one of their own, I again remind you of my mission—to try and prevent the end of the world. And something tells me I’ll be significantly less effective spending all of my time kneeling naked worshipping at your feet.”

The Harbinger ran her fingers across the top of her breasts. She was somewhat impressed. Her response has been neither a threat, nor a denial, yet felt partially like both. Her left hand drifted downwards below her navel. She stepped closer, leaning in till her face almost touched.

—That might be a risk I’m willing to take. You wouldn’t only be kneeling to worship me.— Her nostrils flared, drinking in the feminine musk in the air. She could tell I was aroused by the idea... at least as much as she was. But for all her bravado, we both knew how this would go.

—We have an accord—the Harbinger stated finally. -Three days from now, I shall return your mind and will to you. Abase yourself, slave!—

I gasped aloud, shaken to my very core. Now that the deal was made and the die cast, there was no holding back, no reason to resist. Not that I would have lasted long without Verdandi shielding me. But this... uuuhnnn... it felt as if the plug had been pulled from my very soul, allowing my essence to flow freely. I felt, rather than saw, Her smile, as my will evaporated, dissipating like smoke in the wind. And I knew, instinctively, that if She’d wished it, my entire mind, my very identity and sense of self, could have vanished as well. But no... she wanted me awake and aware of my subjugation. After all, what fun is it to break an empty soulless doll? No... much more entertaining to watch that inner struggle, to see the flame flicker and die out in a person’s eyes.

Mistress/Harbinger chuckled aloud, gleaning my dazed thoughts even as they slowed and skidded to a stop.

—Interesting, So, you do understand. I see a part of you has delved into the darkness as well! Perhaps if you’d bargained for the week I originally asked for, we might get the chance to see this side of you as well! But for now... I wish to explore the depths of your submission... to push you to your very limits—then shatter them all!—

At her merest gesture, i sank to my knees, staring up at her in awe. A small dim part of me knew She was making me feel this way, so weak and submissive, especially compared to such overwhelming Beauty and Power. Nothing in Her physically changed in the slightest, and yet as i stared up at Her, it felt as though She was simultaneously growing, becoming gigantic, even as i shrank down, down, smaller than an ant, a gnat, a speck of dust, a mere molecule, in comparison!

Compared to Her, i was nothing, No... less than nothing! my gazed dropped, unworthy to even to worship at Her feet! All my strength, all my speed, and power... yet i was so insignificant compared to Her. A goddess? Hmph. The Being before me... now, THIS was a Goddess!

—A Goddess, hmm?—

My Goddess mused, her dark chuckle causing my body to pulse with dark pleasure.

—An interesting idea. Show me, slave,— she commanded, extending a long boot-clad leg, pointing her toes.

—Show me how you worship your Goddess!—

A command that her new thrall embraced wholeheartedly, crawling forward on her knees, taking the red leather boot reverently, covering it with kisses and licks. The Harbinger smiled, delighting in her slave’s debasement that she removed the boots, lounging back as the most powerful heroine in the world kissed and suckled and licked her bare feet.

It was Heaven. Nirvana. Paradise. Yggdrasil. Or whatever term for the afterlife was applicable. Retiring to the basement dungeon, my Goddess took great pleasure in running her long sharp nails along my back as i worshipped her, kissing and licking every inch of Her Divine self. i was too low and wretched to be allowed to succor from Her Divine Treasure, at least at first. No, i had to work my way up to it, to prove myself worthy.

The Harbinger moaned deeply, much enjoying the situation. She was so deep inside Omega Girl’s, or rather, Lacie’s, mind, controlling and guiding her so perfectly, so instinctively so deep it was almost like masturbation, like using her own hands to caress herself, rather than using a completely separate person. Even before the thought, the desire, registered, the woman was responding, grinding her own sopping wet pussy into the Harbinger’s thigh as she caressed and squeezed her breasts. Her breath hitched, and her eyes crossed as teeth powerful enough to crack concrete gently but firmly bit down on her nipples, tugging and teasing the silver rings embedded within.

“AAAAAHHHHHH!! FUUCCCCKKK!” she hissed, digging her nails into the blonde’s back, raking them down fiercely. Hard enough to draw blood on any normal human, it didn’t even dimple her flesh. Simultaneously, she felt an increased wetness on her thigh—the sound of her pleasure had ignited the naughty slut’s own orgasm, cumming hard against her. Panting softly, she laughed, emerald eyes flashing wickedly. Cumming without permission? Oh yes, she’d definitely have to punish her for THAT!

Arianne stood off to the side, moaning softly, thighs clenched tightly, one hand teasing her hard little clit, while the other squeezed and twisted one of her nipples, sending the occasional arc of electricity from her fingertips. Her eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, watching her Mistress being served by the blonde heroine. Ohhh fuck, she mused, arcing her nipple once again, sending a bolt of painful pleasure surging through her. Who knew Omega Girl was such a slut?

—Don’t just stand there watching, slave,— the Harbinger demanded, grinning wickedly. -This whore needs more encouragement in how to properly serve her Goddess’ pleasure without succumbing to her own. Perhaps a few thousand volts in her most vulnerable spots would be the perfect incentive...— Obeying, instantly, Voltira joined in, moving behind Omega Girl as she moved down to her Goddess’ pussy, providing the naughty blonde slut with ‘encouragement’ as directed.

Being used that way... it was invigorating in a way i’d never experienced before... in a way i’d never even considered experiencing before. i let out a scream, going momentarily rigid as Voltira shocked me, sending pure pain through my body. i couldn’t help but shudder from the onslaught, my body vibrating wildly as i licked and sucked and worshipped my Goddess. Which prompted the Harbinger to sit down atop my face, grinding herself even harder into me, riding my mouth as i screamed and screamed, all the while still licking and thrusting my tongue as much as i could manage through the shocks.

It was the ultimate in humiliation and debasement. i wasn’t even a slave anymore, not even a person. i was a THING. Nothing more than a living breathing vibrator for Her pleasure. And... i fucking loved the HELL out of it!

Arianne, however, couldn’t help but bite her lip. For a moment, she felt a small pang of jealousy and nervousness. She loved Rebecca with all her heart and believed that the feeling was mutual. Their relationship was, of course, open; most superheroes tended to engage in the occasional dalliance, just as a part of normal encounters—it came with the job. And she’d never begrudge her Mistress enjoying herself with another helpless plaything—indeed, the idea of sharing in such an experience with her this way only made her love her all the more! The problem was that Omega Girl was just so... so...

«Special?» Rebecca’s thought-speak voice sounded in her mind. «Yes, she’s very special. I can vent all of my frustrations and lust and my deep dark sadistic perverted desires on her. I can hurt her, make her scream, make her sob with an agony that would break another person. I can let the fucking Harbinger run free on her, and utterly crush her, mind, body, and soul... and yet know, at the end of the day, that she’ll recover. She’ll heal, and be just as good as she was before we began. But... she’s not you, Ari. She may be sharing our dungeon,» the redhead’s thought-speak voice stated with a palpable sincerity, «but at the end of the day, it’s YOU that shares my bed.» Voltira smiled at that. She felt the darkness coil back again, and Rebecca’s presence in her mind disappeared.

The Harbinger hissed with pleasure as she ground on her new slave’s mouth.

—Let’s see just how much our little plaything can really take! Increase the voltage, slut! Now!—

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I awoke some unknown amount of time later. I was actually a bit sore, which was a nice surprise, and while most of what had happened was all a nice sweet sexy blur, the few brief flashes I caught now and again assured me of what I’d known beforehand: that I’d had one HELL of a good time. Yawning, I stretched, glancing around, finding myself suspended in midair, held in a modified bondage swing. I was apparently in McCandliss’ sex dungeon, though frankly, it was a little hard to discern, as most of the equipment, aside from the swing in which I currently hung, was all broken and shattered.

Yeah. Apparently one HELL of a good time.

“You’re paying to have it all replaced, by the way,” Rebecca stated idly, as she stepped into view. I grinned at her, enjoying the view. I like men just fine, as my husband could attest to, but there’s just something about a beautiful naked woman, particularly one that had just finished having great sex from the tired but ever-present grin on her face.

“Not a problem,” I replied, yawning again. “Just give me a list of everything and I’ll make sure it’s done.”

“Oh, and don’t worry,” McCandliss added. “I made sure all of your barriers were firmly in place when I vacated your mind.”

“Hmmm? Barriers?” I asked, confused.

“Barriers? Gates? Whatever you call them,” Rebecca replied with a shrug. “The walls within your psyche that help keep your powers in check.”

“Oh,” I said simply, nodding. I’d honestly forgotten about them. Back when I was first starting out as a heroine, my mentor, Newton, had realized early on that my strength was dangerous, that as I grew older, my power would continue to grow. To help me cope and learn to control it, he’d used a combination of deep hypnosis, behavior modification, and psychic delving to get me to subconsciously restrict my powers. But frankly, after having them inside my head for all these years, restraining myself had become so instinctive that I barely remembered the gates were even inside my mind.

“So,” I said after a moment or two, “seeing as how I’m not feeling any particular compulsion to call you Mistress, Goddess, or anything similar, I’m guessing I fulfilled my part of the bargain, and you’ve come to fulfill yours?”

Rebecca grunted. “Yeah, I’ve come to give you an answer... but we’re not quite done just yet.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’ll give you what you want to know. But it wasn’t me you negotiated the terms with, it was another —” her lips pursed, she shrugged, “— a dark side, a literal alter-ego. . . . So you and I never agreed on terms between us. And, truth be told, I wouldn’t mind doing this again, but with somebody else in the driving seat this time.”

“I feel the same,” I admitted honestly. “A lot of it is still fuzzy... but I haven’t woken up physically sore from sex in... well, in I don’t know how long. And being used as a human vibrator,” I added with a deliciously dark shudder. “Yeah, I might be up for that again. Provided we manage to avoid the apocalypse, I mean...”

“Yes... that,” McCandliss replied with a sigh, glancing away. “I have the information you wanted. It was actually remarkably easy once I was able to push through all the psychic interference. And there was a LOT,” she muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Gave me a bloody headache. But, yes... I saw what happened to end the world.”

I waited for a few seconds before the anticipation got to me. “Well? Don’t keep me in suspense! What do I do to cause the universe to implode?”

Rebecca turned to face me then, staring directly at me.

“You die,” she said simply, with obvious regret. “Some kind of cosmic event, a paradox... causes you to literally cease to exist. Someone who isn’t supposed to exist forces his way into existence, and in doing so, he rips you out of existence. And when you disappear, the walls of reality all come crashing down.”

She glanced away again, shuddering. “Lacie, I’ve seen, done and experienced things in my life that most people can’t even comprehend. But that... seeing how the world literally ends...”

She sighed.

“I’m half tempted to seek out the nearest psychic and have the memory purged from my head as soon as humanly possible.”

I hung in Rebecca’s sex swing, thinking, a bit shaken by the revelation. A paradox... a ‘cosmic event’? It wasn’t as exact a pinpointed cause and effect I’d wanted but was more than I’d really expected. And yes, in a strange twisted way, it all made sense. I was Verdandi. I was tied inexorably to the timeline, to the present, just as Grandma Vurdra was to the past, and Devon was to the future. It made perfect sense than any of us dying would have major repercussions on the space-time continuum.

I nodded softly. “I’m sorry... sorry you had to endure that. But I really needed to know.” I sighed heavily. “So. When does it happen? How long until I’m erased from existence?”

“July 10th, next year.”

I closed my eyes. Had my hands been free, I would have pressed them into my temples. “Just a little more than a year, then.” Not a lot of time. More than I’d expected, but not nearly as much as I’d hoped. Still, I had answers now. And a timeline. Now, I just needed to find a way to stop it from happening.

“Well,” Rebecca said after a moment, regaining my attention, “I kept up my end of the bargain. I told you what you wanted to know.”

“Yes, and I thank you for that,” I told her sincerely.

“Yes, well, I’m going to need a bit more than just your thanks,” she replied, emerald eyes gleaming wickedly. “As I said, this was very difficult. I was just barely able to contain my darker impulses during this...but they’re all still there, just beneath the surface. And, sincerely? My dark side got what it needed, but I’m still feeling a bit unfulfilled at the moment...”

Ah. I got it. Chuckling, I nodded. She’d been inside my head after all, and after everything we’d shared, she obviously knew all about my own tendencies towards sexual submission. “So, you’re wanting a bit of ‘overtime pay’ for all your hard work?” I quipped. “Tell you what. I’ll give you an extra day,” I said, holding up a finger, “the next twenty-four hours. This time with Rebecca McCandliss in the driver’s seat instead of the Harbinger. You can do pretty much whatever you want with me, any dark little fantasy in that twisted little head of yours. No holds barred. BUT!” I said, forestalling her, “In return, after all this is over, and assuming July 10 comes and goes with all of us still here, you agree to submit yourself to me.” I smirked seeing Rebecca’s expression. It wasn’t often that psychics like her were caught off guard, but I did so enjoy watching it happen.

“Erm . . . ” she blushed slightly “The thing is I spend, uh, quite a lot of time holding back the urge to dominate anybody and anything around me in the worst possible ways. Honestly these days, I can’t watch the news because I can feel the urge to say fuck it! I’m in charge now! I mean, psychic domination, right? It would be so much simpler! I’d just walk down there! Get the guards to salute me and then tell that idiot to go jump out a window in the Ov . . . .” She paused and coughed. “Sorry!” She waved her hands airily, “Got sidetracked. . . . Anyway, being dominated is kind of a nice change of pace. No thinking. Just moo-ing. Uh. Doing.” She bit her lip. “Actually, a lot of moo-ing, and milking and, uh, nipple weights, and shibari, and, well, some other fetishes I have picked up that we could outline beforehand . . . if that’s not breaking your superheroine code or something.”

“You’re not the only one with a ‘dark side’ that you keep under wraps, you know?” I answered. Truth be told, I preferred letting my submissive side show, but every so often Dark Star would make her presence felt. And being used as a human vibrator had apparently struck a chord; I wondered if it was just as enjoyable being on the receiving end. “Oh, and just to sweeten the pot,” I added, almost as an afterthought, “I believe your girlfriend has a reality show. Is she still looking for a guest star for her upcoming Fourth of July holiday special?”

Rebecca smiled at that. “You’re volunteering for that? You’ll let her do a full interview?”

“As long as it doesn’t involve revealing my identity to the world, sure,” I agreed. “So? Do we have an accord?” I asked, extending a hand as far as the ropes of the sex swing would allow.

“We do indeed,” she replied, shaking it. My eyes widened, as the telltale tingle in the back of my head signaling a psychic invasion swept over me again. The sex swing suddenly snapped, the ties on my hands undoing, and I collapsed onto the floor.

“Now then,” Rebecca said, walking over to a still standing cabinet, retrieving a pair of long thin glass tubes connected by coiled rubber tubing, “I believe we have twenty-four hours of playtime ahead of us. And I don’t plan on wasting a single second. Let’s start with demonstrating how a good little cowie get’s milked. All fours! Now!”

My chuckle died in my throat, changing instead into an enthusiastic moo. Damn... but I could really get to like this girl! Providing that we all survived the next year, I was very much looking forward to returning here and returning the favor. But for now, at least, I pushed aside such concerns... and let myself simply enjoy the moment.