The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Welcome home, Mistress!” Morgan Cross greeted her daughter, lover, and Owner as she came through the door. “Are you hungry? I just finished making dinner, and Ana and I were just about to sit down to eat.”

Sabrina nodded. “Thanks. I’ll go wash up and be back down to join you in a bit.”

“Would you want us to wait for you, Sabrina dear?” Anastasia Albinn asked, stepping out carrying a bottle of red wine.

“No, no. there’s no need. Go ahead and start without me,” she assured then, “I’ll just be a few minutes.”

Heading upstairs to her room, she let out a soft sigh. Truth be told, she was feeling very much out of sorts. Worse, she couldn’t even accurately say WHAT she was feeling. Anger? Frustration? Confusion? Shame? Arousal? Possibly all of the above. Her encounter with Empathy had left her feeling out of control and vulnerable in a way she hadn’t felt in a while… not since her run-in with that wicked cat burglar a few weeks earlier. With her powers came a certain feeling of invincibility, and finding out that she could, in fact, still be affected, could be hypnotized and controlled, was a very sobering wake-up call.

Regardless… what she’d felt from Empathy was something… more. MUCH more. Something more powerful, more visceral. The sexy Latina hadn’t controlled her MIND so much as she’d taken control of her emotions. Sabrina had been fully awake and aware of her actions during the entire experience… but she’d been so overwhelmed with lust that the details hadn’t mattered. All that had mattered at the time was getting fucked… being able to cum, and cum, and cum until that raw burning desire consuming her was sated. Empathy had used that unbearable need to control her, to absolutely... dominate her… but in the end she’d underestimated Sabrina’s resolve, and instead found HERSELF on the receiving end of her own machinations. Although, it had been... close.

Sighing deeply, stepping into the shower, she let the steamy hot water run over her body, as she let her mind drift back to that experience… back to that feeling, that sense of being completely overwhelmed and consumed by sheer lust. Sighing again, her soap-covered hands lingered a bit over her breasts, teasing and flicking at her hardening nipples. Here, now, after the fact, she could admit that the experience hadn’t been quite as bad as she’d thought at the time. In fact… she could actually see the appeal of surrendering control in such a situation. Not to a psychotic supervillain, of course. She hadn’t taken complete leave of her senses after all. But… with someone she knew and trusted deeply… yeah… then maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…

Growling, she forced her hands down and continued bathing. This kind of deep introspection was getting her nowhere but frustrated. And all this deep thinking, it was making her start to doubt herself. And that was never good. Stepping out, drying herself off. She resolved to have a talk with Ana and her mother after dinner when things quieted down a bit.

“Intolerable! Utterly intolerable!” Danielle Rutherford exclaimed as she and her husband entered their expensive mansion once again. “Such a disgrace! I swear, I shall NEVER live down the shame of such a thing!” She glanced behind her, scowling, gesturing to their attendants, the maids carrying their luggage into the house. “Oh, do move along, will you?” she snapped, irritated, not bothering to move out of the way, causing the three hapless maids to have to walk around her carrying the heavy bags inside. “Honestly, this day has been a total disaster! I can’t think of anything that could possibly make this day any worse!”

“—complete nonsense!” Ethan Rutherford growled, talking into his cell phone, storming past his wife, pacing back and forth in the foyer, his attention completely engrossed on his phone call. “Listen, Steven, you are my financial advisor. If there had been any kind of error, it falls upon YOU to deal with it! Now, I want this issue resolved and resolved RIGHT GODDAMN NOW! Do you understand me?” he snarled. He listened for several seconds, nodding. “Damn, straight you will. Call me back the very SECOND you find out what happened!”

“Welcome home, Sir, Ma’am,” the butler, Reginald greeted them as he stepped into the foyer. “I must say, I did not expect you back so soon. I was under the impression that your business trip was set to last for three more days.”

“Yes, well, WE were under the same impression,” Danielle snapped, still fuming. Sliding out of her heavy overcoat, the svelte brunette revealed more of her sexy beautiful five-foot-seven frame. A mother in her early forties, her body was immaculate, resembling that of a woman in her mid-twenties. The perfect trophy wife, her perfection was the result of strenuous workouts, exercise, and the finest plastic surgeons and doctors money could buy, all to shape her into physical elegance and desire. Unfortunately, the personality inside that lovely shell was anything BUT beautiful. Vain, arrogant, self-centered, and self-absorbed, she was very much the product of her upbringing as a wealthy elite, as the tantrum she was currently engaged in demonstrated.

“Now, now, pumpkin,” Ethan replied wearily, “I’m handling it. I have Stevens checking into it right now, and I’m sure—”

“Well, I’m sure that it’s too little too late!” Danielle snapped, turning around to glare at her husband. “I cannot believe that we were kicked out of our penthouse suite that way… like a couple of commoners trying to skip out on their bill!” she screeched. “And that was AFTER the embarrassment of having to return all of the jewelry and clothing I’d picked out when my credit card was declined! DECLINED!” she shrieked again. “We have virtually unlimited credit! How the FUCK could we get declined? How the FUCK did this even happen—“

“Ah, good.” Ethan and Danielle glanced over in surprise as a familiar voice spoke up. “You’re home.” Priss made her way calmly down the long spiral staircase leading to the main hall. “Mother, Father,” she said idly, nodding to each in turn. “How was your trip?”

“P-Priscilla?” Ethan sputtered in shock. “Wh… what are YOU... doing here?” he demanded. “You’re supposed to be in prison!”

“Yes, for six years,” she stated blandly. “Which ended yesterday afternoon, actually. But I suppose you lost track of the time. I’d imagine six years just flies by when you’re NOT incarcerated.”

“What are you doing here, Priscilla?” Danielle asked again, actually scowling at her own daughter. “I thought Ethan and I both made it very clear at your arraignment that you were no longer a part of our family. You’ve been disowned. So if you’ve come crawling back here expecting to be forgiven and welcomed back with open arms, I can assure you—”

To which point Priss began laughing gleefully. “Hahahahahhaha… oh, oh, Mother,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye. “That was rich. You though… I would come back here to beg you and Father for help? To try and beg and whine and wheedle my way back into your good graces?” She laughed again, shaking her head. “Oh, please! Trying to appeal to your ‘good nature’? I learned quite well during my trial that you don’t HAVE a good nature to appeal to. No, no… I did not come back here to ask for anything. I came back to take… to take what is due to me.”

“Take? What are you blathering about?” Ethan grumbled, only to sigh as his cell phone rang again. “Hang on,” he muttered, answering the phone, and listening for several seconds, before gasping, going extremely pale. “Wha… wha... wait. WAIT! Hold on! Stevens… slow down! Repeat that again! I must have misheard you…” He listened again, the paleness replaced by a slowly reddening face. “You… you… are you mad?!?” he screamed, causing Danielle to wince, glancing at her husband in alarm. “What the FUCK do you mean we’re broke?”

“Broke?” Danielle yelled as well, stunned. “What… are you talking about? We’re rich! We can’t be broke! I… my inheritance! Your businesses! Our net worth alone——”

“Is currently zero,” Priss remarked calmly, giving both of her parents a chilling smile. “I see the changes I initiated have finally caught up with you. I would guess that’s why you’re back from your trip so soon—did the hotel concierge throw you both out when you couldn’t pay for your room?” she asked smirking. “You see, Mother, Father… I’m not stupid. You taught me all too well growing up how to play the game, how to handle finances and titles of ownership… all for the day when I would take over Father’s businesses. So, I merely used my computer skills to hack into your account, and with the business information you taught me, I switched all of your accounts and holdings, literally ALL of your finances, over to me.” She smirked, crossing her arms at her chest. “In case it’s not obvious by now, you two are now penniless… and I own everything.”

“You… you fucking little bitch!” Danielle shrieked, stomping her foot in protest. “How… How DARE you do this to us! We’re your PARENTS! We gave you life, raised you, gave you the best of everything… and THIS is how you repay us?”

“The same way you repaid ME by hanging me out to dry at my court trial,” Priss snapped, taking the wind out of Danielle’s sails. “You disowned me, remember? You cut me off! Gave me no support or backing at all while I was in jail! I had to fend for myself completely on my own! I’m merely returning the favor.”

“Fuck this!” Ethan snarled, angrily. “There’s no way this is legal! Stevens? You still there? My daughter hacked my account and transferred everything to HER name! I need you to switch it all back! You hear me? I want you to… to… what? What do you mean?” he yelled again. “Goddammit, I am telling you my daughter did all this behind our backs! So whatever she did I need you to undo it!”

Priss merely giggled again, shaking her head. “You might as well give it up, Father. There’s nothing he can do. I didn’t just drain your money into my own account. I went through all the correct and proper channels.” She chuckled. “That’s the thing about being sent to prison for six years… you meet all sorts of criminals with useful ideas and information they are willing to share. A white-collar embezzler I did a favor for helped me plan it all out beforehand. I filled out all the correct forms and submitted them all electronically. True, I forged your and mother’s signatures, but everything else was completely above board. To anyone who investigates, it will look like you and Mother transferred everything to me willingly.”

Ethan growled, clenching his hands so tightly he shattered his cell phone. “You… ungrateful little bitch! You think you’ll get away with this? You think I’ll just stand by and let you take away everything I’ve worked my entire life to build? I’ll sue! I’ll take you back to court and my lawyers will—”

“I think you mean MY lawyers,” Priss remarked calmly, cutting him off yet again. “The moment the transfers went through I notified all of your corporate lawyers of the situation, of the changing of the guard, so to speak. And I put aside a healthy retainer to each of them for when you and Mother eventually found out what happened.” She smirked at Ethan’s stricken expression. “But if you still want to take this to court, I am more than happy to oblige you. I’m not sure what kind of representation you’ll be able to obtain with NO MONEY,” she reminded him, grinning sadistically, “and I can tell you from personal experience that the free court-appointed lawyers aren’t worth shit. But if you want to roll the dice, Father, well, I’m game.”

“Fucking bitch!” Ethan yelled, snapping, charging towards his daughter, hands outstretched. “I’ll fucking kill you with my bare hands—”

TWWAANNNGG!

Danielle screamed, hands moving to her mouth in shock. Ethan stood there, still as a statue, his expression dazed and vacant, a line of drool sliding from his lips. For her part, Priss simply held the prototype pulse gun she’d whipped out to defend herself, still grinning, completely unfazed. In truth, she’d expected her father to lose it and come after her this way. She’d pretty much provoked him at every turn to do just that. If she’d merely wanted to ruin and humiliate her parents she could have done so remotely instead of in person. But no… after everything she’d suffered because of their careless neglect, she had insisted on this face-to-face confrontation.

She glanced sidelong at Reginald, the family butler, who simply stood there watching. He looked uncomfortable with the way things had gone down, and in truth, she’d been a bit nervous that the old man would side with her parents out of some misplaced sense of loyalty. But she’d made it clear before her parents had arrived that she was now the legal owner of the mansion and his boss. And that she, in turn, actually valued his and the other’s contributions far more than her parents ever had. She’d probably laid it on a bit too thick, but while Reginald hadn’t specifically sided with her, he had made no overt moves against her either.

“Ethan? ETHAN!” Danielle yelled, shaking her husband’s arm, getting no response. “You! What did you do to him, you monster?” she hissed.

“It’s one of my inventions,” Priss answered, twirling the gun idly on her index finger before taking aim again, “I assure you, Father is just fine. My ray simply placed him in a temporary catatonic state, rendering him pacified… and highly suggestible.” Her grin turned evil. “Under its effects, I can make him do or think anything I want. And since he just threatened to kill me, I think he needs to be punished… and fixed properly to make sure that he can’t threaten me again in the future.” She paused, tapping her chin as if considering. “Since you’re both going to be effectively homeless from now on, maybe I’ll give him the mental acuity to match… making him act senile and disturbed from now on.” She laughed aloud. “How fitting… he’ll be just like those people he used to despise and turn up his nose at when passing by them on the streets.”

“NO! No, you can’t do this!” Danielle insisted, shaking her head. “Priss! Please! I… I know we made mistakes,” she tried, pleading with her daughter now. “I know we hurt you. But… you can’t do this! Let’s…. let’s just talk about this, okay? Maybe come up with a compromise!” She swallowed. “You’ve shown that you’re a smart and savvy young woman, that you’re definitely a Rutherford. If you’ll just… give us another chance—”

“Another chance?” Priss stated coldly. “How fitting. I remember making that exact same plea to you, Mother. Just before the prison guards dragged me back to my cell to await trial. “I begged you, BEGGED you, on my knees, for just one more chance. And do you remember what you told me?” Danielle stared at her blankly. “You told me… that I was a disgrace. That the very sight of me made you sick.” She sighed softly, raising the gun again, causing Danielle to take a step back in fear. “You told me that you no longer HAD a daughter. Well… so be it. I no longer have a Mother.”

TWWAANNNGG!

Sighing softly, Priss placed her ray gun back into her pocket. It was done. She’d taken back everything her parents had withheld from her and made it her own. And now she’d taken her revenge on them as well. In the next few hours, Danielle and Ethan Rutherford would awaken in a small motel room at the start of their brand-new lives. Despite her posturing, she would NOT make them brain-damaged in any way, or force them to become homeless. Not out of any lingering sympathy towards them… but simply because it was too much work. Besides, she’d beaten them, beaten them both, and taken everything they owned. Born with a silver spoon in their mouths, neither her Mother nor Father were equipped to make their way through this world without the wealth and support they were used to. Imaging them both trying to scrape by gave her infinite satisfaction and amusement.

“So, Miss Priscilla,” Reginald asked, once the chauffeur had driven off with Ethan and Danielle, to deliver them to their new lives, “if I might ask, what will you do now? You ARE now once again a woman of means and influence. Will you be satisfied with your triumph over your parents? Or… do you have more on your agenda?”

“You know me only too well, Reg,” Priss replied, smirking. “Yes… I do have some plans in the works. This was merely the first step. Tomorrow, I need to reach out to some ‘old friends’ of mine, to get things moving. But, for tonight,” she added with a yawn, “I think a night of relaxation inside sounds wonderful. I’ll be having dinner, then a nice soak in the hot tub before heading off to read in bed.”

“Very good, young Miss,” Reginald replied, bowing slightly. “I shall see to it straight away.”

“...And after she finished deprogramming all of the innocents she’d used to help her load the stolen gold into their truck, we sent Enthralla and Empathy back out front to join the rest of their teammates, who were being taken into custody by the police,” Sabrina finished, taking a drink of soda before continuing. “So, all in all, not a bad day. Granted, things didn’t go… exactly as planned,” she murmured, blushing slightly, “but we managed to stop the villains from robbing the depository and saved some innocents in the process. So I’d call that a good day.”

“Indeed, my Goddess, I would agree,” Morgan replied with a nod. Standing up, she began gathering up the dishes, carrying them over to the sink, and starting the water to wash them.

“Oh, hey Mom, let me help with the dishes,” Sabrina said, standing up from the table as well. But Morgan merely shook her head.

“Oh, no, dear, I can handle it. Please, just sit and rest. This will only take a few minutes,” she replied cheerfully.

“But Mom—”

“Now, now, Sabrina,” Morgan Cross chided her as she took her daughter and Mistress by the chin and stole a kiss... “Doing the dishes is my responsibility. Both as your slave and as your mother. My only desire is to take care of you, she added with a grin. “So, go on and leave this to me, Mistress.”

“I say listen to her, sweetie,” Ana replied, amused. “Trust me. She takes this kind of thing very seriously. Ever since we moved back here to your home, she has been trying to make up for lost time by finding ways to be a good and useful slave. So, please, let her have this.”

Chagrined, Sabrina chuckled, but nodded. “Okay, fine. If you’re sure, then I’ll go to the living room and relax a little bit.” Receiving confirmation from Morgan, Sabrina did just that, taking a seat in her favorite spot on the sofa, staring out the window, and letting out a soft sigh as she relaxed. She had enjoyed her time in the Frasier home training with them and learning about her powers, as well as how to be an effective hero… but she had really missed the simple joy of being back in her own home again. With all the new and sudden changes in her life, it was nice to be back home again, to have that sense of familiarity once more.

Unfortunately, having time to sit and think brought back her confused feelings from before. Frowning, she found herself again contemplating her apparent vulnerability to Empathy’s powers and the way they had affected her. It was just so… unnerving. She had been completely overwhelmed, totally under the other woman’s control… yet on some level, she’d enjoyed the experience. Which was doubly confusing, in that she LOVED being in control, being the one in charge, NOT the one being controlled.

And also… how had Empathy affected her in the first place? She’d learned early on when she’d first gotten her powers that she was completely IMMUNE to all psychic intrusions. Yet the psycho bitch had still managed to take complete control of her! It was annoying and confusing… and she didn’t have any answers.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Glancing up, she found the attractive short-haired blonde peering down at her, concerned. “Oh… Ana? Sorry, I was a bit distracted… what were you saying?”

“I was asking if you were okay,” Ana remarked, sitting down on the couch across from her.

“You seemed to be mulling something over. You told us about the incident with Empathy at dinner and said you were past it all. But I can feel that you’re still feeling a bit stung by what happened. So… would you want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” Sabrina grumbled, before sighing deeply. “But... I think if I keep it all bottled up inside me much longer I might just lose my damn mind.”

She sighed again. And then, slowly at first, but slowly with more passion and vigor, she described what had been plaguing her since returning from her patrol.

“And, it’s all just so damn confusing!” she grumbled, completing her story. “I don’t get how she affected me in the first place… and I sure as HELL don’t understand why the whole thing turned me on so damn badly! I mean… it’s like I loved it and hated it at the same time,” she complained, scowling.

“Hmmm,” Ana said thoughtfully, tapping her chin. “Well, the HOW is easy enough to explain. Sweetie, you’re NOT immune to psychic abilities.”

“Uh, yeah, I am,” Sabrina replied archly, frowning. “Believe me, Eva and Veronica tested me multiple times while we were… er, together,” she added, glancing away briefly, recalling the incident four years earlier. “And their psychic powers had no effect on me whatsoever.”

Ana smirked. “Oh? Is that so?” she said, gesturing with her left hand. Sabrina let out a cry as she was suddenly lifted up into the air, tilted, and spun around, to hover in place horizontally, as if lying on a bed of air. “Saying ‘psychic powers’ don’t work on you is a bit vague and misleading.” she continued, gently setting Sabrina back down. “Obviously, you’re immune to telepathy and psionic intrusions… but psychic abilities are much MORE than just telepathy.” She gestured with her right hand, and Sabrina gasped, taking a step back in shock as a plume of blazing flame appeared, hovering just above her palm.

“Telekinesis. Pyrokinesis. Astral projection. Farsight. Foresight,” Ana listed, flicking her fingers one by one. “In the grand scheme of things, telepathy is actually a relatively tame ability. Psychics and psionics can usually utilize all of these abilities to a certain degree. My own telepathy is extremely weak compared to that of my sister. But my telekinesis and empathic powers are much much stronger. And in your case, dear, you’re immune to Telepathy… but not the other abilities. So yes… it was only natural that Empathy’s powers would affect you. You had no idea what to expect, and by the time you knew what you were dealing with, it was too late.”

Sabrina nodded slowly, taking in her words. “I see. Huh. So much for having an invincible unbreakable mind,” she muttered, causing Ana to laugh.

“What? Having an invincible unbreakable body wasn’t good enough for you,” she teased. “You’re upset to find out your mind isn’t invincible as well?”

“H-hey!” Sabrina bristled slightly. “Stop teasing me! And anyway… you made a good point earlier! I wasn’t prepared for Empathy when we fought. I didn’t think her power would work on me, so I didn’t even bother to try fighting it.” She nodded, her smug, confident attitude returning. “Now that I know what I’m dealing with, I know I can resist it.”

Ana frowned, considering. “Sabrina, sweetie… it’s a bit more complicated than that. Just knowing something is coming doesn’t automatically make you able to deal with it.” An idea popped into her head, and she couldn’t help but smirk. “But… if you’re REALLY that confident… how about a little... wager?”

“A bet?” Sabrina asked, quizzically. “What KIND of bet?”

“A simple test. See if you can resist my empathic powers. I’m going to attempt to dominate you. If you can resist my advances,” she said, “then you can do anything you want to me for the entire night. I’ll be literally yours to command.”

Sabrina’s expression brightened at that. “However,” Ana added with a wicked grin of her own, “if you CAN’T fight it off… well, then just know that I intend to take full advantage of you in that submissive state. So… what do you say? Still feeling confident?”

“Of course,” Sabrina replied easily. And in truth, she did. Even in the midst of Empathy’s control over her, she’d managed to fight back, and flip the script on her, so to speak. Now that she knew what was coming, she saw no reason she couldn’t resist the lovely sexy blonde’s powers as well. Plus, she was extra motivated to win this bet now, with the “bonus” prize of being able to do whatever she wanted to Anastasia Albinn for the entire night. Thus far she had resisted bedding the blonde beauty, partially out of respect for her and her mom’s relationship, not wanting to complicate things. But also, because her resemblance to Eva still affected her more than she wanted to admit. Being given the green light to have Ana in any way she desired tonight with no consequences was a chance she didn’t intend to pass up. Couldn’t pass up.

“Oh! Wait… but what about mom?” Sabrina asked, the thought suddenly occurring to her. “What do we tell her about this little… wager?”

Ana’s smile twisted slightly. “Your mom won’t be an issue,” she replied with a wink. “I gave her mind a little ‘nudge’ as soon as you accepted the bet. Morgan will be otherwise occupied for the rest of the night and won’t disturb us. And she’ll be fine with us ‘playing’ together,” she added with a chuckle, “just as long as we give her a very graphic detailed blow-by-blow account of everything that happens... tomorrow.” Sabrina laughed as well.

“Okay, then,” she said, taking a deep breath, focusing her mind and raising her mental defenses. She pictured the shutters in her mind, the technique Eva had taught her for wielding and controlling her power, and turned the shutters closed completely, blocking off her mind. Nodding in satisfaction, she grinned at Ana. “All right. I’m ready. Give me your best shot!”

Ana merely laughed, a hand touching the side of her temples lightly as she channeled her powers. “Ah, no, sweetie. You couldn’t handle my BEST shot. And I have no desire to be purposely cruel. So… let’s just start out small and work our way up to it, shall we?”

Sabrina merely smirked confidently. She could feel it, feel Ana’s mind probing and pushing at her own. It was… different. It felt nothing like the psychic intrusions she’d felt before… but then again, this wasn’t an attack on her MIND, more on her FEELINGS, her emotions. Still, it was all for naught. Her mind was an impregnable fortress. Nothing could get in. Nothing could break her defenses. Now that she was ready, her will was iron. There was no way that she would…

No way that she… she would…

A slight frown marred her beautiful face. Something felt… strange. She felt strange. Different. Sabrina was absolutely sure her mental defenses were still up, that nothing was penetrating her psionic field. And yet… there was a strange frission welling up inside her… a slightly uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was… like she’d forgotten something. That annoying feeling that there was something very important that she was supposed to be doing, but had completely forgotten it. That uncertainty started to grow, to slowly spread throughout her mind, distracting her, and nearly shattering her focus.

With an effort, she shook it off. “Not getting me that easily,” she murmured, doubling down, focusing on her goal. She needed to stay strong, to fight off Ana’s influence. Which… naturally meant that she WAS being influenced somehow. That much WAS clear. She was being affected, despite her mental defenses. She wasn’t sure how exactly. But regardless, she would not surrender to whatever was hitting her. She was strong. She was powerful. She was dominant. Sabrina Cross submitted to no one, man or woman. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to start now!

“Ugghhhh! Aaahhh! Goddammit!” Katherine Frasier growled in frustration, pulling and tugging at her bonds. Currently clad in her brilliant pink, white, and yellow costume as Luminaire, the Light of Justice, she had been caught off guard, abducted, and taken captive by her eternal rival and nemesis once again. Her bindings were not merely rope, but reinforced strands with a solid wire core, stronger than simple nylon and tough enough that her superior strength couldn’t simply snap them like threads. Of course, under normal circumstances, she could simply tap into her Light powers and burn through the ropes in an instant, and free herself. Except… she couldn’t do so this time. The damned Icarus powder she’d been dusted with earlier made sure of that. Just a few feet away her captor stood grinning evilly, simply basking in the sight of her struggles. Tabitha Coleman, the devious diabolical thief known as Manx removed her mask, shaking her head briskly, allowing her long brunette hair to flow freely from its restraints. Her ears, slim furry cat ears perched atop her head, twitched, swiveling forward and flattening in amusement. Stepping out of her boots, slipping off her fingerless gloves, and unzipping her costume to bare her ample breasts, she took a deep cleansing breath, chuckling softly as she sauntered slowly towards the beautiful blonde heroine.

“Enjoying yourself, my dear captive?” she husked, tracing soft fingertips gently along Luminaire’s left cheek. “Of course, you’d definitely be enjoying yourself so much more if you’d stop being so stubborn and just use your light powers already!” She smirked, withdrawing her hand as the recalitrant blonde attempted to snap at her. “Oooh! Feisty!” Tabitha chided her, giggling. “Nice to see you still have some fight left in you, Luminaire. But we both know it won’t last long,” she stated, taking a small pack of matches from her pocket. Katie’s eyes widened at the sight, and she immediately slammed them closed, knowing what was about to happen. “Nice try,” Tabby replied, striking and lighting the match, “but you forget. After all of our many, many adventures together, I know all your weaknesses.”

“YIIIIPPPP!!” Luminaire yelped, before bursting into loud raucous laughter, head whipping back and forth as Manx dug her nimble fingers into her sides, tickling her. She laughed like crazy, barely managing to avoid her reflexive reaction of opening her eyes. “BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!! STAAAHAHAHHAAPPIITTT!! AHAHAHAHAHHAHAA DAAAMMMIITT!! NOOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!”

When a second hand joined the first, digging into her soft tone and flat tummy, however, she lost it, eyes opening as she gasped in shocked hilarity. It was safe at any rate, as with both hands, Manx had obviously discarded her match—Instead using it to light a large candle, which hung from a long chain in the ceiling, dangling just before her eyes.

Shit.

“HAHAHAhahahahahahahhh… eeehhhh… ehhe heh heh heh ehe he he he... hmmmm… ooohhh…” Katie murmured, her giggles quickly replaced with sleepy dazed moans and sighs as her mind skidded to a halt, staring at the swaying flickering flame in utter fascination, the drugged powder in her system making the simple flame into the most enthralling, mesmerizing, and hypnotic object in her entire universe. There was not even enough time to recognize that she’d lost the battle of wills once again, as all such thoughts and concerns had vanished the instant the light hit her eyes. Manx chuckled aloud as well, her laughter signifying her victory. Luminaire was hers once again.

“That’s it, my sexy little glow worm,” she cooed, whispering softly into the empty-minded girl’s ear. “Just let that sweet empty little brain of yours relax. You know what comes next. What always comes next. Time for you to surrender… to submit and become Mistress Manx’s slave again.”

“Mmmm… M-M-Manx’s… slave…” Katie murmured softly, blankly, staring intently at the flickering candlelight, her eyes absorbing every movement, every flicker, every flow, searing the vision into her very being. She was so far gone she didn’t even register Manx’s annoyed grunt.

“Still playing hardball, huh?” the catgirl growled, annoyed. “Still obedient to me, yet refusing to call me ‘Mistress’? Well, little glow worm, today is the day I finally break you! You will obey me and call me Mistress! Got it, slut?”

“Nhhhyyaaa… Yes, Ma’am,” Katie murmured mindlessly. “Will obey Ma’am… will call Ma’am Ma’am… will be Ma’am’s slut….”

The catgirl grunted, frustrated. It was far from the first time she’d had trouble getting that one thing from her. It was weird. Luminaire was arguably one of the most submissive sluts she’d ever encountered, surrendering very quickly and going insanely deep when hypnotized. The girl had virtually no will to resist. When under her control, she practically embraced the role as a slave, with an eagerness and enthusiasm that was almost... scary. Yet she simply could NOT make her acknowledge Manx as her Mistress. She would obey pretty much any command given but that one, to which she remained absolutely unmovable. And… even though it was a small thing, even though she’d enjoyed using her as a living sex toy—and HOLY GOD could that girl fuck! She was a goddamn Energizer Bunny on steroids when it came to sex—yet it still annoyed her that she couldn’t have that ONE thing from her!

“Grrrrr… tch. Fine. We can deal with that later,” Manx grunted, forcing herself to calm down. “For now, slut… it’s time to put that hot sexy body of yours to work! Listen and obey—use your Light to burn through your ropes and free yourself from the bondage. Then strip out of your costume and kneel at my feet.”

“Yes Ma’am, I will obey,” Luminaire replied blankly, a soft vacant smile on her lips. Doing as she was bidden, she used her powers, briefly emitting a flash of blinding light… only to reveal herself kneeling naked on the floor once the glare faded. She sighed softly, staring down at her Owner’s lovely bare feet, her scarlet-painted toes dimly reflecting the candlelight shining down from above. Katie was doubly smitten, both from her intense foot fetish and the sight of Tabitha’s delectable feet, and the sparkling utterly hypnotic light sparkling from her painted toes. She stared with such complete fascination that drool began to drip slowly from her open mouth, pooling on her chest and running down onto the floor.

The blonde slave actually whimpered slightly from the loss of that heavenly vision, however, as her Owner grabbed her chin and lifted her face, stepping forward into position. Manx, now stripped completely naked as well, pushed the vacant-minded blonde’s face between her thighs. “Eat me out, my little, hero-slut,” she commanded her imperiously. “Make me cum. Do a fucking good enough job and MAYBE Mistress Manx will be kind enough to let you lick and suck on my toes.”

“Nffft, Mmmrrmm,” Katie mumbled, her mouth full of soft warm flesh, as she obeyed, delving straight into the sexy nekomata’s hot wet pussy. Despite herself, Tabitha’s head went back in pleasure. The short petite blonde had an amazingly gifted tongue, as well as an almost savant-level knowledge of how to apply it. Despite wanting to take her time and simply enjoy the moment, she soon found herself panting, moaning, and groaning, nearing her peak in just a matter of seconds. “Aaaahh… Aaahhh… Aaahhhhhhhhhh FUUUUCCCKKKYEESSSS!!” she screamed, cumming hard, toes curling, eyes rolling back into her head. She literally whited out, going limp, nearly collapsing to the floor from the intensity… only to become aware a few seconds later, still held up by Luminaire’s deceptively strong arms as she continued licking and sucking nimbly at her pussy.

A second orgasm soon struck, followed by a third, until finally, Tabitha was forced to push the entranced heroine away. “Tha… that’s… enough… for now…” she said, panting, huffing, and puffing, wiping the sweat from her face. “Fuck… but I forgot how good you are at that.” She smiled, patting the empty-brained blonde slave lightly on her vacant head.

“And as promised, since you were such a good obedient little slut, you can have your reward while I figure out what to do with you next,” she murmured, walking across the room to lie down on the edge of her bed. She snapped her fingers. “Come, my eager, little, slave-slut, and get your treat,” she commanded, smirking again as she lifted her feet, pointing her scarlet-tipped toes at her slave. “Oh. And create a little toy for yourself while you worship my perfect sexy feet,” she added, almost as an afterthought.

“Yes, Ma’am, your slave obeys,” Katie replied, tapping into her powers again, creating a long, thick, slightly curved dildo made entirely out of light, but just as solid as the real thing. Manx watched, fascinated, as the petite girl spread her legs, shoving the glowing phallus deep inside herself, moaning all the while, then began reverently kissing and licking her feet and sucked her toes, her hands deftly massaging and rubbing her Owner’s bare feet while the light dildo pulsed and throbbed within her like a strobe light turned on high.

“Ah, but remember my little pet—you do not cum without your Owner’s permission,” Tabitha threw in just to be cruel. Katie made a slight whimpering sound, even as she continued to love and worship Manx’s feet. She sighed… then burst into intense giggles as the blonde’s nimble tongue began working over her sensitive ticklish toes. “Eeeeeheheheheheheekkk!! Hehehehehhehee… thaahahahahaattt tiiiccklles!!” she complained, wiggling and flexing her feet but strangely enough, not pulling them away. Her arousal jumped suddenly, going from a two to a nine-point-five after a few seconds of ticklish toe-tonguing, and the wild thought ran through her mind, wondering idly if she’d become like Ultra Girl… if all of the repeated sessions with her slave slut had given her a deep seeded foot fetish! But then, all such thoughts, as well as the ability to think at all, vanished as she came for a fourth time, and then a fifth, crying out in pleasure as she once again faded into a gentle pleasure-soaked unconsciousness…

“Ugghhhh… oohhh gaawddeesss… fuuucckk!” Sabrina groaned aloud, her legs wobbling weakly, feeling as if they were as weak as water. She stood tall facing her beautiful blonde friend Ana who, at the moment, sat on the couch, looking almost... regal. The couch that Sabrina had literally grown up on. The couch in the living room of the house that Sabrina owns! Sabrina stood tall in the center of the living room of the house SHE owned. Well, she barely stood, only remaining on her feet through the most extreme exertion of her will. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, and her thoughts were a jumble, her mind nothing but mush. The urge to kneel before the sexy blonde was nearly overpowering, and growing stronger by the second. Though she’d said not a single word, or made a single move, the effects of her empathic influence were staggering. She’d always looked at Ana, and her sister, as beautiful, desirable, and utterly fuckable. With the effect of her empathic control, however, the blonde suddenly seemed more regal.. more majestic… like a Queen. Or a... Goddess. In comparison, Sabrina felt herself growing smaller, almost like she was physically shrinking next to her! Despite being nearly half a foot taller, Ana seemed to almost tower over her. And every instinct in Sabrina’s body, every reflex, urged her to submit, to kneel and grovel at the stunning beauty’s feet, to beg for the honor of kissing and sucking on her toes. A shudder ran through her at the thought, and her knees wobbled, nearly buckling… but she managed, just barely, to stay on her feet.

Barely.

Anastasia laughed. “My, my, that was impressive,” she said sweetly, her words flowing like liquid honey into Sabrina’s ears. “I’m impressed. You managed to withstand a full two minutes of my influence.” Sabrina’s eyes widened in shock. TWO MINUTES!?! With the strain of fighting it had felt much longer, closer to half an hour at least! “But,” the blonde goddess continued, “we both know that if you were facing Empathy for real, she wouldn’t be taking it so easy on you. Especially after the way your last confrontation went down. So… I guess to make things more realistic for you, I should turn up the heat a bit… actually, TRY to make you submit to me instead of just letting you bask there in my presence.” Sabrina blinked again, stunned. All of this… and she hadn’t even been TRYING?

“Now then, Sabrina, sweetie,” Ana began, tapping into her empathic gift once again. “It’s time for you to submit.” Her expression darkened, going suddenly cold. “Kneel. Now!” she snapped.

The young girl gasped, her knees hitting the floor before she’d even fully registered the words being spoken. Stunned, she stared down at herself, finding herself kneeling submissively at Ana’s feet. A feeling of intense shame flooded through her briefly, only to dissolve away, burning like wood fuel in the fire of her submission, making it burn all the hotter. She was KNEELING before another woman, at her feet. And… it felt GOOD. Fucking good! It felt RIGHT! As if simply doing so had fixed everything wrong in her world, making it all better. Forget trying to resist or fight back… it was all she could do now to keep from pressing her lips to Ana’s feet, kissing and worshipping them, and sucking on her toes while begging her to command her! To... claim her!

At which point, Ana took even that away from her, extending her right leg, and pointing her pale bare foot directly at her face. “Well, girl?” she asked imperiously. “You know what to do, don’t you? Worship my beautiful feet. Kiss and suck on my toes, and touch yourself as you do so. But… you only get to cum if I allow it. So you’d best do a good job,” she said with an evil smirk.

Sabrina grunted, trying to summon outrage or anger… or anything besides a steadily growing desire to do exactly what the sexy, inhumanly gorgeous being sitting above her wished. But no… it felt so good, felt so right! Her pussy was dripping nonstop, and her fingers had found their way inside her skirt and into her pussy without her even noticing. It was annoying and embarrassing yet highly fucking arousing as she bowed down and began peppering the older blonde’s feet lovingly, kissing and sucking on her toes, while her fingers worked steadily in and out of her pussy. She knew she was being dominated, being made to feel this way. And yet, not only did she not care, she found herself embracing the feeling, welcoming it, wanting Ana to dominate her more, to command her, humiliate her, embarrass her, bend her over the couch, and fuck her raw—

And just like that, the feeling left her completely.

“Waahhh… what the fuck?!?” Sabrina asked, confused, sitting up in alarm. “What just… how did… did you…?” she began.

“Yes, sorry, I stopped affecting you,” Ana admitted, blushing deeply. “I, um… went a bit overboard I think,” she said, strangely embarrassed herself. She honestly hadn’t meant to take things that far. If anything, it was the complete opposite of how she’d wanted her first sexual encounter with Sabrina to go… with the young woman dominating HER and forcing her to submit instead of the other way around. She sighed inwardly. Not that she could ever admit as much to the youngster. “At any rate,” she continued after a moment, “I think I proved my point. Empathic control can be every bit as potent and powerful as direct mind control. Or in some cases, much worse. It goes way beyond making someone feel happy or sad, scared or angry. And it can be direct or subtle, forceful or gentle, but it’s always effective.” She sighed. “A person’s emotions are what drives and motivates them. If you can tap into that, you can make a person do pretty much whatever you want them to do.”

“Yeah. You make a pretty good point,” Sabrina remarked ruefully. Now that it was over, now that she was no longer having her emotions manipulated, she could see her point. She also had a newfound respect for Anastasia. Empathy’s control over her had been crude, brutish, all force and no sophistication. Ana’s control, on the other hand, had wafted over her like a wave, seeping in through her defenses, a steady unwavering, and unrelenting force, perfectly crafted and wielded, leaving her no way to fight or defend. She’d even stolen away her anger and embarrassment, the tools that had allowed her to fight against Empathy, by making the very idea of being controlled that way feel so fucking hot.

Damn. I used to think that Eva was the more powerful and more dangerous between the two of them, Sabrina mused to herself. But after this, I think Ana’s powers are WAY more dangerous.

“Well,” Ana said with a yawn, “I guess it’s gotten pretty late. I suppose we should call it a night. We can talk more about this and how you can better safeguard against emotional manipulation another day.” She stretched, then turned to head upstairs.

“Hey, wait a second,” Sabrina called after her.

“Hmmm?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked a slight smirk on her lips. At Ana’s blank look, she rolled her eyes. “Our bet? Remember the stakes? If I won, you’d do anything I wanted for the rest of the night. But if I lost, then I would be YOUR slave for the night.”

The older woman’s face went bright red, which Sabrina found strangely cute. “O-Oh, um, y-yes, well, um… about that,” she stammered, glancing away. “I uh… didn’t think you wanted to actually go through with that. I mean… I did take things a bit too far earlier after all.” She finally turned back to face her again.“I’m sorry. I was just supposed to test you to see if you could resist… not actually draw things out and humiliate you that way.”

“That’s funny,” Sabrina told her, looking her square in the eyes. “I honestly didn’t find that whole experience to be humiliating at all.” She shrugged. “Maybe it was because you kept me from feeling shame and humiliation… or anger. Or frustration. Whatever you did, you made the entire experience enjoyable… hell you made it fucking HOT!” She giggled nervously, blushing slightly as well. “And, well, we DID have a bet. So… um… I was thinking,” she added, shyly, “that well… if you can do that again? With you clamping down on the embarrassment and making it feel just as good as you did before? Then, well… I wouldn’t mind if we continued this upstairs in your room.”

Ana blinked, eyebrows raised. “Really? You… want me to… dominate you some more?”

“Gahhh… don’t say it like that!” Sabrina scowled, face flushing even redder. “I’m just saying that we can continue playing things out a bit more… and see where it all leads. And, well… who knows? Maybe we can play a bit more in the future. Not that this kind of thing would be a regular occurrence,” she added quickly. “I very much like being the top instead of the bottom! But, well… once in a blue moon, I guess I can let someone else wield the whip for a change…”

Ana chuckled, feeling that fluttery feeling in her stomach again. It wasn’t how she pictured their first time together, but she would take it. “All right then,” she said briskly, flashing Sabrina a devastating smile, “let’s continue this upstairs then. And I’ll see if I can dig my old whip out of storage,” she added with a wink as she headed up the stairs.

“Okay, good, then we can—wait, what was that last part you just said?” Sabrina asked, running upstairs after her…

“Aaahh! Aaahh! Aaahh! Aaahh!” Katie chanted, grunting in mindless pleasure as her Owner fucked her deeply and brutally, making her body flop and wobble with each massive thrust. Her tormentor, Tabitha, continued to sneer and grin insanely, the strap-on fastened in place giving her clit constant stimulation as she fucked her victim senseless. As enjoyable as the sensations were, the simple fact that she had Luminaire at her mercy, using her as nothing more than a living fuck doll, was what had her riding the crest of orgasm yet again.

“Bet you… wish you… could cum… doncha, slut?” she taunted the blonde, panting out between thrusts. “But uh uh… no cumming… not until… your Mistress… commands it!” She laughed gleefully, reveling in the blonde bitch’s torment. Luminaire was a total slut, and a sexual dynamo. And her not-so-gentle ministrations would have forced the bitch to cum at least a dozen times so far, had she been allowed. But no… it was such a turn-on to drive her to the very edge and deny her that pleasure, to see how long she could stand it before she broke, or passed out cold. The last time she’d had the girl this way she’d managed seventy-eight minutes. Manx was hoping to break that record this time.

“Uhhhh uhhhh uhhhh… p-p-pleeeasssee Maaaaaaaammmmm!” Katie managed, groaning loudly, shuddering, her body twitching and straining against invisible bonds, needing so badly to cum, needing release so badly she could barely stand it. “Pleeeasssseeee! Mmmyyyy! Gaawwwdddesss!”

Manx merely laughed, continuing to fuck and fuck her blonde slave with total abandon. The total control Manx had over her broken, little slave girl filled her with sheer bliss!! Luminaire was currently lying naked on the bed with her legs spread and bent back with her knees up by her head, giving her Owner plenty of room to penetrate her fully. Deciding to add insult to injury, she reached out, grasping Katie’s tender bare feet, and raked her nails up and down her pale sensitive soles. The girl instantly broke out into hysterical laughter, her body thrashing wildly as much as she could, her hips bucking now, meeting each of Tabitha’s thrusts, instinctively fucking her back, even as she squealed and laughed and begged for mercy. And this… this final level of desperation and panic, was enough to push Tabitha over the edge.

“Oooohhhh fuuuucccckkkkkK! SHIT!! I’m cuummminnggg aaaagggaaaainnnn!!” Manx screamed, seizing, back arching, fingers and toes clenching, as the mother of all orgasms struck her like a thunderbolt. Shuddering, weakened, she slumped forward, her plastic cock slipping out of Luminaire’s sloppy cunt, rolling over onto her side, breathing deeply. Laughing, giggling in pleasure, she closed her eyes, simply taking a moment to bask in the afterglow.

“Hmmmm… perfect,” she breathed softly. “So… perfect. Mmmm… you are so much fun, slave,” she said, still grinning. “A pity you’re not this much fun… when you’re awake and aware…” She sighed again, not noticing as the blonde lying next to her gasped and shuddered, before going still once again. It was really too bad. She could really see herself living this way for the rest of her life. Spending her days using her thief skills to increase her already considerable wealth, making herself even richer… and spending her nights with her submissive brainwashed slave slut, using and abusing her at her leisure, fucking her into utter submission, and cumming her own brains out.

And yet, she knew that it couldn’t last. Sooner or later, the girl’s luck would reassert itself, and Manx would end up the one subdued and captured. And as much fun as it was to be the one in control of various hypnotized, brainwashed sexy naked women, it was MUCH less fun being on the receiving end. Besides which, those events always ended with her being shipped off to jail. Which, actually wasn’t so bad, she had ways of escaping prison already set up in place just for such emergencies. But it was annoying, hearing the laughter and ridicule from her fellow villains at her capture.

That… and a few certain villains, in particular, would very much like the chance to get their hands on her beautiful, loving, and absolutely obedient, little, glow-worm slave… and not in a gentle way. They would LOVE to have Luminaire this mindlessly obedient and under their control. Just the idea of what THEY would do to and with her made even Tabitha shudder.

Sighing deeply, staring down at the beautiful sexy enthralled slave lying on the bed, staring back up at her with eyes empty of anything but complete love and devotion, she shook her head. “Well, Pet,” Tabitha muttered ruefully, reaching out to caress her cheek gently, “as tempting as it is to keep you with me permanently, and turn you into my loving adoring sex slave, this is where we have to part company.” She sighed dramatically. “I know, I know… you want the very same thing. Alas, we are simply destined to do this dance again and again, and again. You are just too important to the goody-goody heroes of this city, and as experience shows, there is nowhere I can hide you that they can’t find you and rush to your rescue—”

Suddenly a loud crash sounded, followed by a number of beeping alarms from the security panel on her wall. “Hah! Speak of the devils,” she grumbled, glancing at the small view screen, and the two winged costumed heroines storming her compound.

“They got here even faster than I expected.” She sighed inwardly. She was tempted to try for one more play, to use her technology and tools to entrap and enslave Dragonfyre and Ravenheart as well, and keep the two sexy women as well as Luminaire… but her instincts told her that would be overreaching. She knew Luminaire’s luck was very finicky, and while it might not kick in to protect the submissive blonde slut from succumbing to hypnotic enslavement, she wasn’t confident that she wouldn’t subconsciously react to the idea of her two lovers being captured and enslaved before her eyes.

Grumbling, she quickly slid her costume back on, slipping her mask over her face, and with one last glance back at her prize, she blew her a kiss. “We’ll see each other again, Luminaire… and very very soon. I’m not finished with you—not by a long shot!” Chuckling devilishly, she moved to the emergency escape hatch on the far wall, just as the door shattered and burst inward, the tall dark-skinned Amazon bursting into the room.

“MANX! Give it up! Surrender right now, or I’ll—” Ravenheart yelled, only to gasp at the sight of her friend and lover, Katie Frasier, lying on the bed, naked, covered in sweat and other fluids, smiling blankly, one hand idly caressing her bare wet pussy, the other teasing and tickling a hard nipple of her left breast. “Lumy! Shit!” she grunted, rushing over to the bed, her partner rushing in behind her.

“MANX! YOU BITCH!” Dragonfyre raged, fury etched on her face, lunging towards the canny cat burglar as she smirked, giving them the finger, then dove into the small narrow passage. Sioban growled, grabbing after her, snatching only air, staring in dismay at the small one-foot-wide gap. “Fuck! Damned contortionist fucking… I’m damned tiny and even I can’t fit into something that small…” Shaking her head, she turned back to Tawnya. “How is she T? Is she... okay?”

Tawyna nodded, biting her lip. “She seems fine. Just in a deep trance. And… fuck, it’s Kitty’s usual cocktail, Icarus Dust and Blue Dreams. She’s totally out of it right now, but she’ll be fine once it flushes out of her system.” Shaking her head, she sighed. “I guess we’d better get her back home and let her rest and recover. Manx has escaped, so there’s nothing else to do here.”

“Yeah,” Bonnie muttered, turning to glare back at the escape hatch one last time before turning back to her lover. “C’mon, hon, let’s go home,” she said softly, lifting Katie by her right arm, Tawnya grasping her left one. “But I swear this to you. This is the last time that horny cat bitch is getting away with this shit. Next time she shows her face anywhere, I’ll be waiting. And SHE will be the one naked, mindless, and drooling all over herself.” Growling, fury still simmering in her eyes, she tapped into her powers, teleporting the three of them back to their home once more.