“Take it in your mouth.”
She gulped at her Master’s command. She thought she was ready, but now, in the moment, was she really ready for this? What if it brought everything back? No! No, she would trust Master, trust in his work. He had told her that the events of that night would remain locked away as something that had happened to someone else, like she was watching a movie instead of being her. That is why they were having these sessions, after all, to make sure that the memories wouldn’t leak and cause her trouble when she was around people in the future. This was another test of how well she could serve him, and how ready she was for life to move forward.
She took a breath, and then opened her mouth, like she had seen in the videos, and moved so that she was looking down his length. Was she really going to do this? Without thinking about it, she took in the first couple inches, wrapping them in her lips. Inside her mouth, she caressed her Master’s flesh with her tongue, her eyes moving to meet his again, looking to see if he approved or not.
A short nod was the only response he gave her. Taking that as permission to continue, she slid her head forward, taking more of his length into her mouth. She gagged slightly when she felt him touching her throat, but didn’t want to disappoint her Master with her inexperience. Slowly, she backed up, her tongue tracing along his staff, until just the head was inside her mouth. She decided to try something she had read in a book, and played her tongue along the head, flicking it and running it slowly over the tip, playing with the tender flesh.
Looking into his eyes, she could see that he was enjoying himself, and sent her head back down the length. Keeping him happy was all that mattered. Each time she went down, the gag reflex was easier to handle. Finally, she took the plunge, and made herself relax as she shoved her head down until her lips met the base of his cock, all of him inside her mouth. Master had to enjoy that!
(Mesmero POV)
Ah, that little minx!
I groaned in pleasure as Victoria began bobbing her head up and down on my cock, deep throating me each time. It was not, of course, the best blowjob he had ever had. That honor went to a certain lady who he had ‘accidentally’ run into after her ‘modeling shoot’ for a men’s magazine. Now, SHE was a true artist when it came to her oral skills, and as for the rest of her abilities when it came to carnal delights? Let’s just say that when it came to know how she really knew how.
Victoria, on the other hand, was a novice whose only experience was while she was mind controlled and raped, and a little bit of watching the porn he had ‘suggested’ for her. But the suggestions he had made, which had wormed their way into her brain, made her very eager to please him. He was her Master, of her own choice, and she was trying to show her devotion. So, naturally, whatever she lacked in skill or experience, she certainly made up for with enthusiasm.
Which was good, because molding her into a proper slave girl would be far more difficult if she wasn’t willing, and convinced that this was all her idea. At some point, the changes would become pronounced enough that her mentalist friend would have a peek inside her head, whether she had permission or not, and what was in there needed to be her choices, with none of the blatant molding and reworking that less skilled mentalists would use to achieve that result.
It was a slower process, and there would be hiccups and false starts. I didn’t doubt that, once Victoria came down from the high of being called a good girl so many times so quickly, she would start to wonder and second-guess herself. I had already prepared the field, setting a channel that would help guide her thoughts along the way I wished them to be, but I had to let them flow at their own pace, so that my guideposts became her own thoughts, and she internalized everything, with it becoming impossible to separate who she was from who she was becoming. It had to look like a natural progression.
Oh, sure, there were excuses I could make for why things were happening so quickly. In fact, I’d already set up those, as well. If anyone checked Victoria’s files, then they would find my noting after our initial meeting that she had a submissive streak that had been repressed because of her dominating power and the trauma she’d gone through, and that, combined with her lack of a healthy sex life or emotional companionship, was exacerbating the trauma from the event itself. Naturally, I suggested that, with the trauma untangled from her mental state, the submissive streak may make a sudden appearance, especially in the context of when she was with someone who she believed she could let down her guard with, and feel safe from judgement, and that person would likely be an authority figure of some kind not associated with her daily life.
When someone eventually got a look at her confidential medical records, either through legitimate or illegitimate means, they would find the groundwork I had set up specifically to explain why she was acting the way she was, especially with it being a part of her own psyche that she had been repressing, and not consciously aware of. That would cover me with most people, and eliminate many of the concerns some people would have when things eventually became known. Some would say it was ‘convenient’ that she just happened to choose me to submit to. But anyone who dived her mind would find that her ideal man, while close to me in general terms, was still significantly different, and hazy in many ways. They wouldn’t find the subtle triggers I’d buried in dreams to push her towards settling on me.
I felt the heroine’s tongue flick across my glans again, and shuddered at the pleasure. She may have been inexperienced and unskilled, but she was enthusiastic, as I had said, and she was learning fast. Another flicker of her tongue, and then she did something where it was almost like she was trying to coil it around my shaft! I placed one hand on the top of her head, not gripping her hair, or holding her in place, but she stilled her head, keeping about half my length between her lips as I began shooting off in her mouth.
When I had finished, I looked down at the girl who still had me in her mouth, and pushed her back until I slid from her mouth. Looking down at her, I said, “Keep it in your mouth. Use your tongue to swish it around. Taste it. Learn the taste, because you will come to know it very well.” I waited, and watched as she did that, her eyes looking up at me like a puppy begging for approval. “Swallow.” She swallowed my load immediately, before opening her mouth to show that it was all gone. Such a diligent little slave she was turning out to be!
“Good girl.” I smiled as she shuddered once again as an orgasm hit her. “Now, I want you to answer a few questions, slave. Do you understand?”
She nodded immediately. “Yes, Master. This slave understands.” Ooh, she’d already gone to speaking of herself in the third person? I liked that.
“What birth control are you on?”
Her face faltered for a second, and she said, “N-none, Master. This slave had not considered being… with another person until after you helped her, so didn’t see a reason for it.”
I nodded, having suspected that would be the case. Well, it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be handled. While it would give what I was about to do a bit of a taboo thrill, there would be ways to keep it from actually being any kind of risk. Hmm. Perhaps it would be better to give her a ‘choice’, and see what she said. That could be entertaining.
“I see. Since you have pleased me with your mouth, and your willingness to submit yourself to me, I am going to give you a choice. I am going to take you, and make you mine, turning you officially into one of the slaves who serve me. Because I am generous, you may choose whether I will take your pussy, or your ass. Whichever hole you choose will be fucked hard, and filled with cum when I am done. Do you understand?”
She nodded again. “Y-yes, Master. With respect, Master, do you intend to breed this slave like the sow she is? This slave only asks, because if so, this slave will need to make arrangements for leave from the team.”
I chuckled. Yes, if I knocked her up then there would certainly be hell to pay, and preparations that would have to be put in place. “We will see, slave. Have you decided, then? Will you be offering y
our Master your pussy or your asshole for me to plunder and finalize your submission?” I paused, and when I spoke again, I made sure to make it sound as though I was disappointed in her. “Or are you not yet ready to offer your Master everything he asks for?”
That last line galvanized the poor, confused girl into making a decision on the spot. She wanted to offer everything to me, I had made sure of that. She wanted me to be happy with her. She couldn’t disappoint me, her Master, after all! Such a simple means of control, but so effective!
“Please, Master, if it would please you, this slave offers you her pussy for you to use as you will, even if it means breeding her like a sow.”
Chapter 9 – Aside
Saturday morning at the Defenders headquarters was time for the informal weekly review. The team gathered in the sitting area of their shared accommodations, and talked about what had happened in the week. It wasn’t so much a debrief or an after-action review (they had those at other times) but more of a team-building thing, to help everyone be on the same page with what the rest of the team was up to. Sure, it could be boring, and often devolved into gossip, but at least it didn’t involve official language. Or even needing to change out of my pajamas.
I smiled smiled at that thought as I curled up on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate to start the day. I was indeed wearing my pajamas, a cute two-piece set that had a cartoon-ish picture of my Lady Victory costume on it, front and back, like the tourist t-shirts with an airbrushed bikini-wearing body on them that was impossibly shaped for any human. The set had been a gift from one of her fans, way back when I had just joined the team, and I had blushed at a question on the team’s weekly stream, and said that I didn’t do lingerie. Oh, I’d gotten a couple sets of lacy garments from more perverted viewers, but the ‘Lady Victory’ pajamas were the only fan gift I wore regularly.
Psyonique and Rubbermaid were on the sofa with me, Tigress was curled up in one of the chairs, and Torchlight was snuggled up to Adonis on the loveseat, each holding their warm beverage of choice. Finally, once everyone was settled, Thunderstruck, leader of the Defenders, walked in, looking prim and proper, even in a t-shirt and sweat pants, before sitting in the second chair. She took a sip of her coffee, and then said, “All right, who wants to start?”
Adonis raised his mug, and said, “Well, I was talking with Carl, I mean Detective Fitzgerald from the NYPD, and he’s seeing the same thing I was when I was on patrol. The gangs are up to something. We haven’t seen a single gang against gang crime all week, and the one the week before that was the first in two months. And that was just some vandalism, as a tagger defaced another gang’s marker. Wouldn’t be complaining about it, but this suggests that someone has put the squeeze on the gangs, and no one in the NYPD has any clue who it is or how they’re doing it. The only thing I can think of is that the gangs are preparing for something big, and they’re doing it together.”
Rubbermaid groaned. “Ugh. This isn’t going to be one of those ‘gangland revolution’ things like we saw in LA, is it? They burned half of downtown, it seemed! Even the Stars had to get involved to shut that mess down!”
Thunderstruck frowned. “This is disturbing news, yes. Especially if the supers that are associated with the gangs are also involved. While I don’t think there is the underlying tension that we saw in LA before the riots, if the gangs are trying to organize, then they may attempt to manufacture that tension and outrage, and then capitalize on it. I want you all to keep an eye out when you’re out and about. They may try and bait you into starting something, and the last thing we need is to be blamed for setting the match on something that blows up the city. Max, can you get with your detective friend, and see if you can be kept in the loop if the NYPD’s informants find anything?”
Adonis nodded, having expected the question. “Sure, Christine and I are going on a double date with him and his wife tonight, so I’ll ask him then.”
From his side, Torchlight smirked. “Oh, we are, are we? And when were you going to tell me about this, hmm?” God, they were so perfect together!
Adonis smiled back at his wife, and leaned down to kiss her. “Well, I thought it would be more fun to see whether I could surprise you.” They all laughed as Torchlight smacked him in the side and then made a show of shaking her hand like she’d hurt it. Adonis answered by kissing her hand better.
Laughing, Tigress called out, “Stop it, you two! You’re going to give me cavities, being so damn sweet!”
Psyonique raised her mug, a playful look on her face. “Speaking of dates, it has come to my attention that a certain someone has been noticeably absent several nights this week, only getting in around 7 AM, when she was not scheduled for night patrol. If it pleases the court, I summon Lady Victory to the stand, to testify to her shameless behavior.”
I could feel my cheeks burning as Psyonique put me on the spot like that! I promptly showed her my displeasure at her choice of topics by sticking my tongue out at her. That’s when I noticed that the team had gotten stiff for a moment, before relaxing as I reacted. They were worried I’d react badly, like I would have only a few weeks ago. Now that I wasn’t acting like a psycho, they leaned forward, clearly interested in the details.
Sighing dramatically, I said, “If you must know, I was with Doctor Morden. He’s been very kind to me, helping me with the issues Black Star gave me. And even you, Adonis, have to admit the man looks gorgeous. So I’ve been enjoying myself a little.”
Rubbermaid squeeled a little in excitement. “Ooh, the young woman with a trauma in her past, and the sexy psychiatrist, who helps her work through her issues with his probing tongue, thrusting hard and deep to the core of the issue to make her come to the toe-curling realization that she is falling for him.” Her hand expanded to become like a women’s fan, and she promptly fanned herself like she was going to faint. “Oh, the scandal of it all!”
I glared at Psyonique. “This is your fault, you know.” Looking to Rubbermaid, I stuck out my tongue to her, as well. “My life is not one of your trashy romance novels, damn it! We’ve just been enjoying each other’s company, and maybe a bit of roleplaying, to help me with the lingering issues I had.”
Tigress smirked as she leaned forward. “Ooh, so this man has gotten our sheltered little church girl to not only start cursing casually, but also engaging in ‘roleplaying’, hmm? My, what a corrupting influence he is! So, is he turning you into a closet furry? Am I going to have to watch my tail while you’re around?” The catlike appendage flicked playfully in the air as she teased her.
I sniffed, playfully putting my nose in the air. “No, none of that. Though I’m not saying that there weren’t props involved. If you’re really interested, I can see if he’s looking for a pet cat? Maybe he’ll scratch you behind the ears like you love?”
Needless to say, the meeting went downhill from there, as everyone broke out into laughter.
(Mesmero POV)
I looked at the text message that just showed up on my phone. Well, well, it seems like the times she spent the night with me have been noticed by her team. She was very happy to tell me that she stuck to the story I ordered her to maintain for public consumption, since her admitting she was actually my slave would be problematic, at least until things progressed a little. The ‘roleplaying’ and ‘props’ routine would work, until I was able to further my plans.
Part of dealing with those plans was why I was here, in this ‘charming’ warehouse, facing off with the leader of the Hell’s Kitchen Devils, one of the first gangs I had brought under my heel when I first started coming up with the idea of my master plan. The fact that the Devils were an all-female gang was purely a coincidence. And despite what some might think, that was actually the truth. The gang was simply the first one I found while riding the subway late one night, looking for new ‘recruits’.
The gangs of New York were disorganized, at the best of times, a crazed patchwork of different gangs, some with overlapping territories that they fought over con
stantly, and others who stayed to their own groups, but ruthlessly defended their own. Trying to make sense of it was an exercise in patience and frustration, but being able to, quite literally, change the minds of those who opposed me made things quite a lot easier. In the space of six months, I had quietly broken and rewrote the minds of the gang members, turning them from various ‘tribes’ constantly warring against each other into my own private army, each slavishly loyal to me.
Natalia Espinar, known to her people as the ‘Succubus Queen’, was one of the supers who had found life in the strictly regulated world of the SCI and their federally mandated and controlled work opportunities to be too constricting. Especially considering what her power set was (she lived up to her chosen name quite nicely), there was no place for her in the sterile world the SCI forced on superhumans. Having little choice, she turned to the gangs. But since she didn’t want to be just some common whore, she decided to build her own gang, and turned out she was pretty good at it.
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