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Start of the Plan Ch. 01

By: Mesmeri



While the events in this story take place before 'Part of the Plan', I recommend reading that story first. I like to thank JHB for his help editing this story into a readable one.

Start of the the Plan

Chapter I

With a beat pumping through the headphones of her helmet, Sparkler weaved her motorcycle through the backstreets of her metropolis. 'Okay,' she thought with a mental snort, 'metropolis is way too generous a description for this town, but it's mine all the same.'

And the city considered their only superheroine theirs. So Sparkler didn't have to worry about speeding tickets as she rocketed through the streets in her burgundy uniform. And the neural interface in her helmet helped her to avoid accidents. Steering at the speed of thought could come quite in handy.

But patrolling Bay City was boring: nothing ever happened there. One superheroine and no super villains meant that the highlight of Sparkler's career had been stopping a bank robbery. Sure, she was only 23 and had been on the job for little more than a year, but Sparkler had expected to be called in by the League by now.

She wasn't an independent allied to the Leauge of Citizen Crime Fighters; she was an employee. That meant Sparkler was trained, paid and equipped by that organization, and in return her abilities were put to use when and where the League wanted. An arrangement that suited the superpowered orphan nicely as it meant she didn't have to try and fail at juggling two careers. She wasn't the heir of a billion-dollar company like some, and she saw no attraction in being Superbeggar.

An icon appeared on her visor. 'Robbery in progress at the warehouse on 254 Wickels Lane,' Sparkler read. That warehouse stored high-end electronic components and had decent security--which hadn't given a peep; she was getting the alert from her own sensor she had planted at every high-value target. That meant the thieves were good. This was promising to be more exciting than she had expected. 'Even if it isn't a super villain. And not too far from here.' That was the reason she didn't rev the engine and actually slowed down a little.

Her arrival wasn't flashy. There was no driving through the front door or even parking in sight. Instead she stepped off at the back of the building, making sure to point the nose of the bike, and the missile launcher in it, at the back wall of the warehouse. After taking a quick look around, she stored her helmet under the seat and pulled out a remote from her belt.

With one tap of a button, protective panels wrapped around the tires and covered the controls of the bike. Putting the remote back she took out her billy-club, twisted one end, causing a hook to pop out on the other, and with a whipping motion, launched the hooked end up and over the roof of the building.

Giving the line a few practiced experimental tugs, she smiled in satisfaction. Her power might give her nothing more than an endless supply of flashbangs; still, her years of training nicely made up for it. 'And my belt of tricks of course,' Sparkler amended. 'But those are only as good as the superhero that uses them.'

Another twist of the truncheon and the red-clad superheroine was sailing into the night sky.

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Amanda had gotten cold, lying there on the ground waiting for the superpowered biker to arrive. And now she had to wait even longer for her to take off her helmet. The dark-red one-piece suit was actually pretty common, most starting superheroes wore it. 

Seeing those blond, short locks appear from under the helmet only keyed up her anticipation. The small, black eye mask might have hid her real identity; it didn't hide the fact that it was Sparkler.

A pleasure-filled sigh escaped Amanda's lips as she realized she could carry out the rest of her instructions. She loved following instructions. And speaking of instructions, there was another she had to carry out.

It was the reason she had been given this assignment. She was a whiz with electronics and a systems engineer. She had built the device in her hand that was even now reading the information exchange between bike and remote. 

The confirmation that she had gotten what she needed popped up on its small screen and sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine. She kept quiet, though, and waited until the superheroine was scrambling onto the roof before activating the communicator tied around her wrist.

"Mistress, Sparkler has arrived. She has just climbed onto the roof, and I have what I need."

"Excellent," a cultured voice purred in response. The woman didn't ask if Amanda had been spotted. She knew the hacker would have told her if Amanda thought she had been. "Proceed as instructed."

"Yes, mistress." Amanda didn't notice if the line was still open when she said it. All that mattered was the agreement. To know there were instructions to guide her forward.

She was filthy, dressed as a homeless person, and she wasn't getting a dime for doing this. But Amanda couldn't care less about any of that. The ghostfingers tapping her pussy with every step closer to the bike, the soft imagined caress of her breast as Amanda deactivated the bike's security systems and the non-existent tongue probing her damp sex while her fingers plied open Sparkler's helmet were all the reality the young woman wanted.

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Sparkler put her scanner back after confirming that the security systems had been deactivated. 'At least the bad guys won't get alerted I'm about to crash their party,' the superheroine mused. 'But first, let's see the guest-list.'

Looking down through the dirty skylight, she noticed most of the lights were on and there were several people walking about. 'All women,' she noted, puzzled. 'No uniforms, so Bay City is still supervillainless.' For some reason, they always gave their minions uniforms. Sparkler didn't understand the reason behind it and she didn't really care, either.

'But their clothes aren't too bad. No tats or obvious weaponry on them and they seem to be from different backgrounds.' Which made it unlikely this was a gang. The five women were just too diverse in ethnicity, age, and clothes style. It looked like somebody had just grabbed some random women from the street and put them to work. 'Could be a disguise... or it could be Mesmeri,' she finished as the female criminal stepped into view.

The catsuit with her signature black-and-white spiral print covered her completely and, even if Sparkler hadn't recognized her, the way she walked told the superheroine this was the one in charge.

Nervous energy began to course through her, making her fingers tingle. 'My first supervillain! I'm going to bag my first supervillain. Okay, calm down. You have to get this right or this will be your first failure.' With a deep breath she pushed the excitement back, occupying her mind with a review of Mesmeri's file.

'She doesn't have any superpowers or martial arts training. Mesmeri is a mastermind-type who rarely even supervises one of her crimes. She's got a thing for mind control gizmos and women.' That explained the crew; they literally were plucked off the street. 

'Been in the game for...ehm, 10 years or so?' Sparkler grimaced. Mesmeri was one of the smaller fish. The only reason she wasn't plain small fish was because she managed to elude capture so often. In 10 years, she had rarely seen the inside of a jail cell and never long enough to actually get a trial. 'But most of those times have been in the last few years; she's slipping,' the crime fighter reasoned.

With another handy tool from her belt, she carefully lifted a single pane of glass from the skylight. She secured the hook on her billystick so that it would detach if she yanked right.

After another quick survey to make sure she hadn't been spotted and to finalize her plan of attack, she jumped into the fray. The whir of the cable alerted the criminals when Sparkler was about halfway down, but that was alright; she'd counted on it.

She only held onto the baton with one hand, leaving the other free. Pointing it down and at the thieves, she didn't give them any warning or demand of surrender. A beam of intense, white light illuminated the people below her. Cries of shock and dismay filled the warehouse as the blinded women stumbled around while Sparkler smugly landed on the floor. The lenses in her mask protected her from her own attack.

'Got every single one of them, even Mesmeri,' she gloated. Not that she was going to take any chances. With her billystick still reeling in its hooked end, she dashed forward and knocked out two of the disoriented women. Another, a latina, wearing a pantsuit of all things, had recovered enough eyesight to notice the superheroine and sprang upon her.

Sparkler didn't feel any need to coddle the mesmerized henchwomen. She planted her metal billy club in the woman's stomach. Mesmeri's thief folded over it then slumped to the floor, vomiting as she went down.

'Four left, and their eyes have recovered. Until I flash them again,' she added with a smile. Two of them were still blinking but all four had now turned to face the crime fighter. One of those four was Mesmeri and she was the only one who didn't assume a combat stance. The other three actually looked like they'd had some martial arts training, but Sparkler was confident she could take them.

"Welcome Sparkler! Nice of you to drop in," Mesmeri quipped.

Sparkler felt a flash of annoyance. She'd gotten the drop on the supervillain, so the superhero was supposed to start the witty banter. "Hello Mesmeri. Seems age is catching up to you, 'cuz you're losing."

Mesmeri didn't seem fazed and Sparkler cursed that faceless outfit. It obscured a lot of tells. "You don't know until you try," the villainess calmly retorted. "Girls, this woman is threatening me." She didn't add anything more but she didn't have to.

Like berserkers, the three women stormed Sparkler. The lack of coordination between them made the superheroine's job a lot easier. She simply deflected the kick of one of her attackers into the body of another, tangling those two up. A quick succession of palm thrusts disabled the third, whom she then quickly used as a human shield to stop the needle Mesmeri had fired at her.

The woman's eyes fluttered and she sunk deeper into unconsciousness. Sparkler let go of the dead weight and brought her hands up to blind her remaining opponents when the sound of two people running echoed through the cavernous room.

"Hold it right there," a man behind Sparkler commanded. The sound of two guns being cocked punctuated the order. Turning her head slightly, she saw they wore blue uniforms.

'Security guards,' the crime fighter concluded. "Thank you for the assist but I have things well in hand. Why don't you call the police while I finish subduing them."

She had thought backup had arrived, so the security guards' next words came as quite the shock. "What are your orders, my Lady?" Sparkler could now feel the guns being aimed at her back.

"Fire on her if she moves without my say-so," Mesmeri ordered in that maddeningly unperturbed voice. A chorus of "Yes, my Lady" answered it.

'Stupid, stupid, stupid,' Sparkler berated herself. 'How did you think she would get the security systems deactivated, you dolt? She got to the guards and let them do it for her.' But there were only two; she could take them. She readied herself to move when Mesmeri's voice interrupted her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Turn around and take a close look at the guards," the supervillain invited her.

Sparkler did so and grimaced at what she saw. Both men had tents in their trousers, but that wasn't what had made her grimace: it was the explosives strapped to each of their chests. And the wires which led from each guard's bomb to his right hand.

"As you can see, I have armed hostages. I am sure you could disarm them, but that will trigger the dead-man's switch. Even if you avoid the explosion yourself, even if you manage to take one out while keeping the bomb on him from going off, there is simply no way that you can prevent the other from shooting you as you keep pressure on that switch."

Sparkler gritted her teeth as a dozen plans were postulated, then discarded. 'Dammit, she's right. One of them is going to die even if I do everything right.'

"But there is a way you can save them both, a way that everyone can walk away from this..." the criminal's voice trailed off.

"Let you go, you mean?" The words tasted foul, and the first hints of humiliation began to color her thoughts. 'Instead of my first collared supervillain, this is going to be my first royal screw-up.' Getting innocent people killed, however, would be an even bigger screw-up. "But how could I possibly trust you?"

"Simple, you will hear my orders for the guards. You will closely listen as I order them to keep you here for an hour until, say, a watch beeps. Then they will disarm the bombs, lower their guns and forget they ever met me. Yes, I'm even throwing their free will into the pot. They'll be safe from me from then on. Well, as safe as anybody else." Her voice turned amused and Sparkler had to stamp hard on the burst of anger it triggered.

"Do we have a deal?"

To Be Continued

Start of the Plan Ch. 02



Chapter II

Sparkler scowled as she stomped back to her bike. She'd just spent an hour standing still while two zoinked-out security guards held her at gunpoint. After that, she'd spent an hour with the police after she'd called them in. Having to admit to them that Mesmeri got the drop on her had not been fun.

She'd given them a description of the van and the women with her adversary, but that was everything she had. No names had been used and license plates had been missing from the vehicle. So the only good Sparkler had managed to do tonight was saving two people from getting blown up or arrested as accessories to the theft. Instead, they were admitted to the hospital to see if Mesmeri had kept her word.

Even the watch Mesmeri had used as a timer couldn't be used as a clue; it had belonged to one of the security guards. The bombs might give up a clue and of course the police would try and find out when and where the guards had come into contact with Mesmeri.

The superheroine consoled herself. 'At least they'll keep Mesmeri's involvement quiet for now. That should keep the League from sending "help" and give me time to right this mistake instead.'

Absent-mindedly, she deactivated the protective coverings on her bike and retrieved her helmet. She donned it while she climbed aboard. 'Better not go home right away. I need to calm down or I'll trash something. Probably something real expensive and way too delicate.'

Her helmet's systems turned on at the same time she started up the bike and a flickering display greeted her. The edges of her display were awash in psychedelic colors that flowed like waves. Less annoying was that the audio system had turned to her favorite radio station on its own. 

Sparkler suppressed the urge to climb off the bike and kick it. Or bash her helmet against a wall. 'Argh, will anything go right tonight?!' Taking a few deep breaths, she tried not to think of Mesmeri for a moment. 'No, calm down. Just listen to the music and go for a ride.' Not that techno was calming music but it wouldn't leave her angry either. Just pumped. 'You'll feel better afterwards.' Oh yes, she knew just what she was going to do with that energy too. 'And then you can find Mesmeri and kick her shapely ass!'

That wasn't helping her control her anger, but it did direct her ire away from expensive things the crime fighter would have to ask the League to replace if she trashed them.

So she rode away from the scene of the crime and towards the highway. As she hit the I-41, the flickering settled down, leaving Sparkler to look at the world through a broken kaleidoscope. 'Don't think,' she reminded herself, 'just ride.'

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Amanda's bare feet paddled across the carpeted floor. Her smelly clothes lay forgotten on a pile next to the door. She'd just come out of the shower and her hair was still damp but she couldn't wait any longer. If she hadn't wanted to look her best for Mistress she wouldn't have even taken the shower.

She took a now familiar position on her chair, her legs thrown over armrests to better expose her snatch to the webcam. The seating was stained and still damp but she simply sat in it and waited for the computer to boot up. Activating the appropriate program her eyes went even softer as the screen showed a black-and-white spiral.

There had been a time when she would have just looked at it and shook her head. A time when she thought it foolish that something like that could hypnotize people. Now it sucked her in and owned her mind in a moment. Her hands began to type her report without conscious thought. She didn't know what she was typing, exactly, although she knew she had carried out her instructions successfully.

Having sent the message, she waited, her puffy sex already wetting from how unresisting she was, how completely automatic her compliance had become. Words appeared on the monitor. Amanda didn't really read them or remember what they said, but she understood them.

With a moan, she activated reward program 05 and shuddered as her well-trained mind began to imagine a skillful tongue swirling around her clit. Her mouth began speaking, reminding her whom she should be grateful to. "Thank you Mistress. For allowing me to obey. To obey is bliss."

In the middle of the screen, a display counted down the time she had left until the program completed.

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Sparkler drove straight through the wall and the short tunnel it hid. Behind her the forcefield came back on, hiding the fact that this was one of the entrances to her base. It wasn't large, and a lot of space was used up by a suitably-big screen hiding a powerful computer and a few other machines, like an automated med-bay.

Above her she had a basement apartment where she could be Emily West--something she did more than she originally hoped for when she took this assignment. On the other hand, she'd had a breakthrough in two cases because she used her Emily West persona. It had its uses.

Bopping her head to the beat, she stepped off and made her way to the computer. Rainbow colors were still obscuring the edges of her vision but she'd gotten used to them. She took off her gloves and threw them on a workbench as she passed it. The protective gloves were great for fighting, but they made typing a real pain.

It wasn't until her head hit the backrest of her chair that Sparkler realized she was still wearing the helmet. 'And now I'm getting forgetful,' she thought, exasperated. There was no anger in the thought, though; that had drained out of her with the ride. 

She had to blink after taking it off, a little disoriented by the sudden change in view. Removing her eye mask helped because it allowed her to rub her eyes. It didn't stop her from calling up Mesmeri's file. Emily wanted to get to know her opponent better.

The file's information was pretty much a more-detailed version of what she remembered from her briefing. She still skimmed it. 'Real name: Shelley Cook, former psychiatrist, mind control, planner, likes to recruit superheroes, highly intelligent, blah blah blah.' Really, no nugget of information that would point toward her likely hangouts. The League had only found one that was really Mesmeri's base, and it had been destroyed completely to cover her escape.

But the file did have something Sparkler had lacked. It gave her adversary a face. Mesmeri's hair was cut like her own but was raven black. Her features were mature, but she still looked good.

It was her eyes, however, that really drew Emily's attention. Brown, so dark they were almost black, staring into the camera without fear or anger. This had been taken after she'd been captured, which made the look of commanding confidence even more impressive.

There were more photos of Mesmeri, photos taken of her in action. Although most of that action consisted of her watching confidently as others fought for her, including several superheroes.

Emily clicked through them; they didn't tell her much. She did stop at one that showed gas being sprayed from her fingers into some unsuspecting cop. 'That makes two weapons she's got on her: dart launcher and gas dispenser. Both in her hands and both non-lethal.'

But she could learn nothing more from the picture, so she moved on. There were only a few pictures left when she came upon one showing Mesmeri and several other supervillains battling the Manhattan Five. It had been one of the few occasions when Mesmeri had gotten involved in direct combat. And the only time she teamed up with others of her ilk without having control of their minds.

'Got to give it to her, at least she's an equal opportunity slaver. Good or bad, she takes 'em all.' Emily took another look at Mesmeri. 'Damn, I hope I'll look that good when I'm 38. She obviously stays in shape even if she doesn't fight.'

It was starting to get warm too. That wasn't surprising; she'd been in uniform for more than 12 hours now. She did love her suit: it gave just the right amount of protection and freedom of motion for her fighting style. Unfortunately, it did slightly too good a job of keeping her warm. She stripped out of the upper part of her suit, leaving her in her sports bra. The slight breeze from the ventilator immediately started to cool her sweaty skin.

Her gaze returned to the screen, her hand idly playing with a strap of the bra. Emily's eyes gravitated towards Mesmeri's butt and, for some reason, stayed there. 'She looks real good for a woman in her thirties. Damn fine shape.' 

Her tongue licked her suddenly dry lips. 'Great ass,' she appraised. That thought startled her. 'Wait, am I checking out a woman?' It was only then that she noticed her hand had descended a little and was now caressing the upper swell of her breast. 'And a supervillain?'

Yanking her hand back like it was burned, she stood up. Not bothering to shut the computer off, she speeded towards the elevator. 'Okay, I am going to take a nice cold shower and then I will take a very long nap.' She made sure not to even glance at the monitor again.

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Sparkler sped back home through the early hours of the morning. She'd spent the night hitting her informants for information--quite literally, in the case of the less forthcoming ones--and had caught bubkes. Half hadn't even heard about the robbery yet; the other half only had second- or third-hand accounts of what was reported in the news.

She also managed to forget--more then a few times--to take off her helmet. It hadn't slowed her down; but she preferred being recognized. The fear made getting information from some of the weasels easier.

Not that she was the only one to hit dead-ends in the investigation. The police had found the van torched just outside the warehouse district. The bombs had actually been assembled by the guards, who had bought the components themselves. Which the police knew only because they'd traced them back to the security guards. The guards hadn't known because Mesmeri had been meant what she said: they'd completely forgotten they'd ever met the supervillain or done anything out of the ordinary. It was looking like the criminal had managed to think of everything that could lead back to her.

While she was sure the continuing glitches in her helmet systems weren't Mesmeri's fault, Sparkler had felt the urge to blame the criminal for them anyway. It went away as she continued to ride her bike; it always did. Driving her motorcycle always relaxed her, but tonight it felt even better. Part of her wanted to keep driving, but there was work to be done.

So she rode down what looked like a sewer tunnel and up the ramp that had lowered from the ceiling. She stripped out of her suit completely this time before even taking a seat. The boxer shorts and sports bra were good enough in the pleasantly warm room. 

'I've been over most of her file already, but I... forgot to look at the last few pictures,' she thought with a blush. A few keystrokes later, Mesmeri's skintight outfit was again on the big screen. Sparkler's eyes automatically moved away from it, though, taking in the rest of the picture instead.

It showed the inside of Mesmeri's base--a lab to be precise. Crimson Bandita had just gotten up from the platform in its center and was powering up. She was a supervillain but, that time, she hadn't been in control. Around Crimson Bandita there were several women, all of them wearing nothing but skimpy bikinis, advancing on the superheroes. 

Sparkler's attention returned to the mindcontrolled supervillain. She was still wearing her outfit even if it didn't cover all that much. For one it gave Emily a very good view of her cleavage. 'That getup really shows off her juicy tits.' Her breath hitched as the thought registered. It was only when she shook her head to dislodge the errant thought that she noticed the extra weight. 'And I forgot to take off the helmet again,' she grumbled. 

Getting annoyed about that felt good; it distracted her nicely from her earlier thoughts. But only for as long as it took for Sparkler to put the helmet away. That done, she was more comfortable looking at Mesmeri. She was off to the side with half of her form hidden by a control console. Not seeing anything more she hastily moved on to the next picture.

And groaned when her eyes were drawn right away to Mesmeri's retreating backside. 'That's it! I'm so frustrated I'm ogling women. Once I catch Mesmeri I'm letting Joseph know our on-again-off-again relationship is no longer off.'

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"Oooh, I'm a bad girl," Emily moaned as she slipped a hand under her shorts. On the screen a slide-show of the more up-close pictures of Mesmeri played.

It had been more then a week now since the robbery and there still hadn't been a breakthrough. She'd reported to the League that the police were now convinced Mesmeri had only stayed in Bay City for a couple of days and had left right after the foiled heist.

Sparkler hadn't believed that and had kept looking. Although, somewhere along the way, looking had turned into simply driving around for hours on end. 'About the same time riding my bike started to feel so fantastic,' the superheroine mused. 'When the hum of the motor beneath me became arousing.'

A lot of things were turning her on these days. Her bike, women... Mesmeri. A shiver ran through her as her mind returned to her growing obsession. Sparkler knew the League might get concerned she was devoting too much time and effort on catching this one person, but she couldn't stop. Thinking about how easily the supervillain had outplayed her, the confident way she'd instructed those security guards and then had strutted away like she was a queen, left Sparkler antsy, left her needing a second confrontation.

Of course, jilling off while watching pictures of the woman wasn't healthy. Sparkler knew that. She'd fought the urge for days, fucking herself on her bed upstairs. It had only wetted her appetite, had made her wonder how much better it would be to do this while staring at Mesmeri's face. 'The answer is lots,' her mind provided as she ground her clit against the palm of her hand.

That thought didn't make this right; it simply made it irresistible. 'Once I've caught Mesmeri, if Joseph isn't interested, I'm going into a bar and I'll grab the first good-looking man I find. Or woman,' she added. That addition sent her over the edge and, with a grunt, she came.

On the screen, the slide-show was still playing. Sparkler only watched it with half an eye as she regained her breath. Then something caught her eye. She stopped the slide-show and went back a frame. It was the one showing the Crimson Bandita but Sparkler wasn't looking at her.

It was a screen in the background that made her sit up. That monitor was displaying a building with some information besides it. She couldn't read what it said but the building in the picture looked familiar. Zooming in, she hissed at what she read.

'Selene's Massage Parlor, Totterstreet 56, Bay City... A clue! A fucking clue!' she exulted. Pumping her fist in the air, the crime fighter shouted, "woohooo!"

A plan began to form. 'This calls for undercover work, because I have no idea what connection or interest Mesmeri has in the place. For all I know she's going there to get some stress relieved.' Not that Sparkler actually believed anything of the sort.

With her mind busy working out the details of her investigation of the place, Sparkler never noticed the swirling colors filling the edge of her vision, the beat pounding in her ears, or the weight of her helmet.

To Be Continued



Start of the Plan Ch. 03



Chapter III

"Why don't you lie down right here, Ms. West?" The friendly masseuse patted the table for emphasis. The masseuse's nametag read "Angie" and she looked average, happy, and under nobody's control. None of the employees Sparkler encountered had seemed suspicious.

"Oh, right. Sorry, this is my first time. Getting a massage," she amended. Blushing a little, she congratulated herself on her acting skill.

Angie's smile turned indulgent. "We get that all the time. But, if you need a distraction, you could put on these." Angie retrieved a pair of headphones from under the table, giving Sparkler a good look at her butt. "We've got a small TV right under the head support too. It'll play scenes of waves crashing onto a beach, midday in the forest, that sort of thing. Supposed to help the customer relax."

With an impish expression she added, "or get you to forget that a perfect stranger is laying her hands on you."

Sparkler eyed the setup and her heart began to speed up. It could be perfectly innocent, or it could be one of Mesmeri's inventions. Either way, there was only one way to find out. "Yeah, I think I'll use them. No offense."

"None taken," Angie assured her as she put the earphones back. She gave Emily her space as she climbed onto the table, laid down on her stomach, and finished by unwrapping the towel.

Only when it seemed she'd gotten comfortable did Angie move towards her. "Now, before we start I've got to ask you if you filled out your form truthfully. No old injuries you forgot to mention or did you change your mind about the kind of massage you want?"

"No and no." Emily couldn't help but a smile a little too. Angie's bright personality had an infectious quality.

Angie nodded. "We have to ask. Can't be too careful. You can put the earphones on now. Got any preferences?"

"Hmmm, I like the beach."

"Beach it is." Angie bent her knees a little to reach for something underneath the table and faint sound started coming from the earphones. Emily put them on and settled back into position. Less than a meter away was a small TV-screen indeed showing the ocean's waves meeting a beach. The sound of the roaring waves and the screams of seagulls filled her ears.

But Emily was careful, listening intently for a hint of something more and looking away from the screen every few seconds. 'So far there's no-' Her thoughts broke of when she felled an oiled up hand lightly touch her shoulder. Her muscles tensed in reflex, but the hand didn't move and Emily got herself back under control. 'Attacking the masseuse would not help me blend in,' she reminded herself.

It wasn't until those muscles relaxed that the hand moved to her back. There it was joined by another hand and the massage began in earnest. A sigh involuntarily escaped Emily's lips as those strong fingers began to delicately skim over her muscles.

'Pay attention, Sparkler,' she berated herself. 'If more is going on, now would be the time when something happened.' So she tried to ignore what was happening to her body and focused on discerning anything amiss in the recording. 

But nothing changed. She was still surrounded by the sounds you could hear on the beach; the waves still crashed on the beach. Emily looked at the screen for a few seconds, then looked away for the same amount of time before returning her gaze to the TV. It was repetitive, boring, and a necessary precaution if there was something nefarious in that recording.

Angie's hands were another story. Finished with skimming, they began to softly knead the muscles in her back and neck. Emily stopped herself from moaning her appreciation but not from relaxing under those slick digits.

Her eyes began to droop as tension that had been building for more than a week melted away. The minutes ticked by, and Emily began to accept that nothing was going on after all. There were no hidden messages in the relaxation tape, no drugs in the massage oil. Sparkler was sure she would have noticed any by now. It was the most important part of the League's resistance training, after all. You couldn't resist something if you didn't even notice it was going on.

'At least this is not a total waste,' she thought with a smile. 'I'm feeling better already. I should have gotten a massage sooner. I wonder if Joseph knows how to give one?'

She missed those hands when they left, but a minute later they appeared on her calves and all was right again. There was too much going on for her to fall asleep, but her lack of rest had caught up with her. She was floating, really, drifting on an amorphous cloud of contentment. Sight and sound mingled into a hazy presence in the background.

As the hands traveled to her thighs, that presence changed subtly. The sound had grown increasingly indistinct; now it came back as a soft murmuring with a very familiar beat. Equally familiar colors began to dance on the edge of her vision. 

Something inside Emily told her this was unusual, but she couldn't fathom why. They were always there, after all. Yes, there was nothing wrong. There was nothing to be suspicious about. The beach sank into two dark pools of whirling water, and Emily's gaze went down with it. 

The undercover crime fighter hadn't thought it possible, but she relaxed even more. A tension deep inside her loosened and Emily didn't fight the moan that came out of her as Angie's hands began to knead her butt. She didn't think that was appropriate, but the pools murmured that everything was fine, and Emily had no desire to contradict them.

The towel glided off her back; leaving her completely exposed to those mind-melting hands. On the TV, the dark pools were sinking, too, sinking into dark brown eyes as the murmuring water morphed into a soothing voice massaging words into her psyche.

The face on the screen was familiar. Sparkler knew it, she was sure of it. But putting a name to it meant remembering. It entailed doing something and, at the moment, she had no desire to do anything. Because everything was perfectly fine, absolutely perfect.

"You can still see the whirlpools in your mind," the warm voice described it and Emily saw it, "feel it tug Sparkler down into the deep where she can rest, safe and secure. Where nothing can touch her or disturb her. Leaving Emily floating, just drifting. No fear, no worry, no desire. Just happily gliding on and on with my voice guiding you to even better places."

That sounded nice. Emily liked going to better places. "Because, with the whirlpools busily spinning in your mind, all you need is my voice. You trust my voice to guide you safely to a better place. So when you turn over, you still see the whirlpools even when your eyes do not. Because my voice has firmly lodged them in your head. Turn over Emily."

Without a thought, she did exactly that. She laid eyes on Angie again, and saw that she, too, was wearing earphones now. She was also naked, her nipples taut and firm, but Emily didn't mind; she simply enjoyed the view. Angie's bright expression had not dulled, but had misted over. It had become softer, more controlled.

Their eyes met, and Emily thought she should feel concern. But she didn't understand why, because Sparkler was safe in a place where nothing could affect her. The hands began to rub her tummy, gliding over the trained muscles and turning them to cooked spaghetti with a touch.

The voice turned sultry. "You feel so relaxed and so good, listening to my voice. You can't help but associate the sound of my voice with these feelings. It's natural to trust a voice that makes you feel so nice and link it with feeling wonderful."

The hands reached Emily's breasts and slowly enveloped them. The blonde moaned unabashedly, uncaring who might hear. The fingers started with a light pressure at the base, but that increased as they traveled up until Emily's nipples were rolled between slick digits.

"You're getting aroused, listening to my voice and following my lead." Emily had thought the hands were the cause, but she trusted the voice. "Listening and obeying is arousing. Open your legs a little."

Emily didn't think, she just did. An oiled hand slid between her thighs as they opened, like the move was choreographed. "You feel more aroused now because you obeyed. You feel better because you trusted me," the voice crooned. Emily mewled as the hand rubbed up and down her pussy.

"You will remember these feelings, the way my voice makes you feel. Even when Sparkler's away from her safe place, you'll remind her quietly of these feelings. Help her trust my voice and obey."

A finger slid into Emily's lubricated slit. Her mouth spoke on it's own. "I obey," she breathed. She would remind Sparkler how it felt to hear the voice.

"Yes, and every time you do your body will remember these hands on your body. Caressing you, loving you like you love the sound of my voice. Giving you pleasure and peace, trust and calm. The better you obey, the better you feel the hands. The more you feel peace and pleasure."

"Peace and pleasure," Emily murmured. She shuddered as a second finger entered her and began to piston slowly in and out.

"Now, when Sparkler comes back from her safe place there are a few things she must remember. And some things only Emily can remember. Sparkler will remember..." Emily listened, remembered, and then forgot. ------------------------------------------------- A friendly voice broke into Sparkler's slumber. "Time to wake up, Ms. West." Her first response was to ignore it and snuggle deeper into her bed. Which was when the superheroine realized she wasn't in a bed at all. Groggily, she opened her eyes to take stock of her surroundings.

'Oh, that's right. I went undercover to see if this place had any connection to Mesmeri.' She pinched her lips in disappointment at herself. 'And got so careless I fell asleep. Not to mention...' Now it was a blush that appeared on her features.

Angie's hands had felt so good that Sparkler had gone so far as to ask for a full-body massage. And managed to embarrass herself further by luxuriating far too much in it. 'Did I really moan? Out loud?' Even now there was this core of mellow arousal inside of her, a constant reminder of Angie's skill.

"Ehm, I want to apologize for getting so..." Sparkler trailed off. She didn't really know how to put it in words.

Angie's smile got just a tad indulgent. "Don't worry about it. You're not the first customer to really relax. As a matter of fact, I think it's great. No such thing as too relaxed in my book!"

That didn't help Sparkler's blush, especially when Angie leaned forward a little to lay a hand on the crime fighter's knee. Looking down the masseuse's uniform, Sparkler got very conscious of Angie's attractiveness. The relaxing desire in her started to spread outward. Suddenly, the superheroine felt more disappointed that she hadn't tried to take things further.

"And it'll help get you to visit us again."

"Hmm?" Sparkler's eyes went up, not really catching that last sentence. "Oh, right. Yes, of course." Her eyes started to drift back down again of their own accord. "Ehm, I really have to go now. Thank you and... Thank you." Sparkler almost fled out of there.

The shower she took afterwards didn't help either. Sparkler kept touching herself, and twice she had actually started to finger herself. But she'd managed to get through it without embarrassing herself again. 'I'm not yet desperate enough for an orgasm to get my rocks off in public.' And now she was on her way out.

That was the moment when she got her break in the case. A casual look down a hallway showed two women talking. There was nothing suspicious about that, but a niggling feeling of familiarity made Sparkler take another look.

One of the women looked average enough. Brown, bushy hair, medium build and clothes that were neither expensive nor especially poor. But it was the other that Sparkler recognized. The latina wore a different pantsuit, but the superheroine recognized her facial features.

Sparkler walked along, waiting to double-back until she was out of sight. Peering around the corner, she examined their interaction better. The unknown woman was speaking with the one in the pantsuit was just nodding along. Only now did Sparkler notice the almost absent look in the latina's eyes.

Finally, the Hispanic woman said a few words. They were her parting words because, right after that, she walked away. The other woman didn't wait either, and went the other way.

Giving it a few seconds, Sparkler followed the one in the pantsuit. She didn't look back once, not even when she reached a door and started punching in the code to gain entrance.

Sparkler got a brief glimpse of stairs before the door swung shut, leaving her with a choice: try to follow the latina or come back later when she had some tools. Sparkler, however, had no desire getting caught sneaking into places where simple Emily West had no reason for being.

'Which means I'll be coming back here tonight. Better get moving, don't want to draw any suspicion now that I'm so close.'

To Be Continued



Start of the Plan Ch. 04



Chapter IV

Sparkler felt fantastic. Not only had going to that massage parlor given her the break in the case she needed, the massage had done wonders, too. Even now there was this core of mellow arousal inside of her, keeping her from getting impatient or distracted.

She took another survey of the building. 

The parlor only occupied the ground floor; the three floors above it were rented out to a number of companies. Further electronic investigation revealed all of them to be dummy corporations linked to the same, very real, company. One that had absolutely no ties to criminal activity, let alone Mesmeri.

'Which only means the League missed it,' Sparkler concluded. 'And once I've taken a look for myself and gathered some evidence, that won't be the case anymore. Not to mention that it will secure my reputation.'

This time she wasn't going for some dramatic roof-entry. Mesmeri probably expected that, and it stood to reason that her actual hideout had a lot better security than the harmless front. So she was going to gain entry to said front and break in from the inside.

A quick sweep with her scanner revealed that the parlor was protected by a reasonably effective security system, but it was still commercial-grade, and Sparkler's equipment fooled it with a simple press of a button. The lock itself followed soon after, and the superheroine was in.

Trying to listen for any unusual sound over the soft music wasn't easy, but it didn't even dawn on Sparkler anymore that she should have stashed her helmet with the bike. It didn't matter anyway, because the dark building was quiet.

Instead of taking the obvious route through the stairway the mesmerized businesswoman had used, Sparkler accessed the ventilation shaft. It was something of a cliche, she knew that, but it was effective, and Sparkler only needed it to get to the first floor.

It took a while, even with a complete map of the ventilation system, since Sparkler didn't want to alert anybody of her presence. She stopped at the first grate on the first floor just to get a sense of the environment. She looked down on a hallway and, for a moment, Sparkler wondered if she'd made a wrong turn somewhere.

The corridor looked exactly like what she'd seen on the floor below, a simple carpet and white-painted walls. No sci-fi metal walkways, screens every few meters with spirals or something like that. It looked... harmless. And empty; she couldn't see or hear anybody walking around.

Sparkler moved on and took the next shaft branching off the main one. 'I won't get far like this. I can chance moving through the hallways if nobody is using them.' That didn't mean she was just going to drop right in.

The roster she peered through this time showed a changing room. There were shelves and hooks holding a wide range of clothing. A few were still empty except for some scraps of fabric that resembled the uniform she'd seen on those women in Mesmeri's base. 'Jackpot!'

Her vision seemed to flicker for a second. The room was as deserted as the corridor, but Sparkler took care when she removed the covering and slithered out of the shaft. Another look around the room assured the crime fighter she was alone. Replacing the covering, she was halfway to the door when she thought she heard something. ------------------------------------------------- Amanda was standing. She knew where, and knew that she had been doing that for a while now but she was not getting bored, she was getting happier. Mistress had instructed her to stand at this spot and what to do if certain contingencies came to pass. And she was carrying out that instruction faithfully, without question or distraction. The memory of a finger slowly sawing in and out of her pussy counting the seconds, minutes and hours of her compliance,

standing on standby like a robot, ready for new instructions. Fresh arousal stained the scrap of cloth that barely covered her pussylips at the thought.

The thong was part of the uniform Mistress liked to see her property in. Completing the set was two small triangles of fabric covering the tips of her breasts, practical sandals and a delicate, silver chain around her neck.

Dressed in that, Amanda stood there like a statue, becoming more obedient through obeying the instruction. She didn't stop doing that even when Sparkler removed a grate and entered the changing room. Because her new instructions hadn't told her to acknowledge the superheroine's presence.

She felt no amazement when Sparkler's gaze swept over and past her without hesitation. She didn't raise an alarm or challenge Sparkler's presence. She simply waited.

The superheroine began to make her way to the door and Amanda's head swiveled to follow. Words entered her mind and left her lips. "Emily, remind Sparkler to put on a uniform."

Sparkler stopped immediately and looked around but once again didn't seem to see Amanda. The superheroine looked back at the shelves holding Mistress's uniforms, then at the door.

Amanda watched with total concentration as Sparkler began to put on a proper uniform. A second phantom finger joined the first. ------------------------------------------------- Sparkler adjusted one of the straps of the bikini. Taking a last look at the room, she made sure she left no hint of her presence behind. Her uniform was hidden behind the grate, so the superheroine wanted to verify that there was no glinting or hints of red to tip anybody off. 'Getting this disguise was a real stroke of genius. Sure, I can't take my belt with me but I still got my main weapons.'

The crime fighter thought she'd heard something just before she got the idea, but that was obviously ridiculous. 'There's nobody here. I'm safe.' The inner core of mellow arousal that had been with her since that afternoon pulsed.

She looked at her feet. 'Odd that Mesmeri has her toys wear these. They might be comfortable, but they sure aren't decorative. Unlike the rest of it,' she thought as the thong rode into her crack again. Shrugging off the thought, she walked out into the hallway, trying to look hypnotized and like she knew where she was going. All without showing how much she wished the outfit covered more of her. The superheroine decided not to poke her head into any rooms until she got a better feel for the activity on that floor. So she strode through the corridors, taking a turn every now and then.

'Is it me or is this place bigger than it has any right to be?' Any speculation on the reason for that was aborted when Sparkler finally encountered the first human being. She'd just turned to the right at the next intersection when she encountered one of Mesmeri's slaves. This one looked like an amazon, with defined muscles visible under her ebony skin. She was so much taller than Sparkler that the superheroine was looking straight at the slave's impressive bust. Both of them stopped at the same time, with about three yards of space between them.

The disguised crime fighter had to fight the urge to jump or react in any way. Sparkler just stood there, and was doubly glad she'd put on the disguise; taking this one out would have attracted attention. Especially when she would have to give away the element of surprise to close the distance first.

It was only then that Sparkler noticed that her own disguise hadn't been perfect after all. For one, the woman was wearing a slender golden chain around her neck. Additionally, the woman's skin had been oiled until was shining. Sparkler freely admitted to herself it looked beautiful, but it presented a problem.

'At least she won't be able to see my neck because of the helmet...' Sparkler frowned at that notion. There was something off about it. The core of languid lust within her pulsed and Emily's expression cleared. 'Nothing's wrong, I'm perfectly safe. My uniform is perfectly fine. I just have to act my way out of this.'

Which was easier said then done; Sparkler had no idea what one of Mesmeri's slaves would say in this situation. She was about to just walk away, hoping that would suffice, when the woman spoke. "Your uniform is out of order," the voice rang with an unexpected authority. 

Sparkler looked up to better study the amazon's face and was startled by the alertness in her eyes. There was nothing docile there. "You will follow me to the Preparation Room to have it corrected. Follow me."

For a moment, the superheroine pondered her options. But the memory of the amazon's eyes told her she had no hope of taking the woman out without incident. So she started to match the pace of the slave, who hadn't even looked back.

"I obey." The words tumbled out of her mouth without thought. They felt right, like what a real hypnotized slave would say.

And the black amazon apparently agreed. "We obey," she chimed in. Her voice was devoid of any authority now. It was soft, eager and it sent a shiver down Sparkler's spine.

The walk wasn't long, but none of the doors gave any clue to what was behind them, so Sparkler barely stopped in time when the other woman turned around at one of them. The authority was once more radiating from her. "Open the door and walk into the circle at the center of the room. Wait there for further instructions."

Sparkler didn't hesitate this time; she'd already formulated a plan. She would disable anybody in the room and then escape through the vent. 'Whoever's in there can't be a tougher opponent than this one.' The only weakness of that plan was that it required the door to be closed. Otherwise, it would simply give the mesmerized amazon reinforcements.

"I obey," Emily intoned. Her stomach muscles twitched at the words and for a moment it was as if a finger trailed the base of her breasts. She blamed the cool air for the growing stiffness in her nipples.

This time, Sparkler could see the change in the slave. Her entire face went slack but the fire in her eyes became brighter, almost hungry: "We obey." Sparkler's own breath sped up a little. It was oddly arousing to see how firm Mesmeri's grip was on such a strong person.

Without moving her head, the crime fighter took her surroundings in. This room was more like what she expected. All metal with a large screen on the wall opposite of the door. There wasn't much there except a small, metal cabinet, a red circle on the floor, and two more of Mesmeri's slaves standing against the wall on either side. 

She recognized both from the warehouse, and both wore the exact same thing as the amazon. The only difference was that their chains were silver and one had a butterfly tattoo above her pussy. 'Okay, door still open and I need to take these two out at the same time. I've got to lure them in.'

And there was only one way to do that. Act like she was one of them and let them get close to "correct her uniform". 'Whatever that means.' Despite her best intentions, Sparkler started to tense up as she waited and waited for the door to close.

The relief when she finally heard that satisfying click almost made her forget her role. But still the two women made no move nor spoke a word. Sparkler had never known how prone to fidgeting she was until now, when she couldn't do anything but stand still and wait.

The display came on and Sparkler looked at it, eager for anything to distract her from the many things that could go wrong. Whorling water streamed along the screen, captivating more of Sparkler's attention. Her awareness of her targets slowly washed away, as her eyes followed the water whirling down, deeper and deeper.

The water kept spiraling on and on, making the mellow arousal inside of her overflow her mind. Sparkler's breathing deepened with the memory of strong hands touching her all over, turning her body on and her mind off. The blonde sighed contentedly. The water kept rushing down.

A moment or a century later the door opened and closed behind her, but Emily only had eyes for the whirlpool in front of her. It didn't matter who was coming up from behind or why that person was circling around her. Only when the woman moved in front of the screen and partially obscured the view did Emily react. She blinked.

Emily noted that the person moving to stand in front of her was wearing a black silk robe that reached her knees. She was also wearing a small medallion. The woman was the exact same height as Emily so she was looking straight into this newcomer's eyes when the woman faced her.

Sparkler hissed as she recognized the face of Mesmeri, but her eyes were already falling into those dark brown orbs. The whirlpool was a puddle compared to the depths those eyes held for Emily. Thoughts of fighting and arresting Mesmeri flew through her head, but her body just stood there. She was trapped, again.

"Welcome Sparkler," Mesmeri said with a warm voice. "I'm so happy you've decided to join me here."

Her confusion and anger intensified. "What the hell did you do to me?" She'd tried to shout the words, but they came out flat.

"Rigged your helmet so you'd be exposed to audio-visual subliminals whenever you had it on." Sparkler gulped as she realized she was wearing that helmet right now, and had been wearing it even after putting on her "disguise". "You'd be amazed what you can do with a neural interface."

"Impossible! It's got all kinds of security systems." The words were more for Emily than Mesmeri. But she was the one that answered.

"The Transcriber-component is quite well protected," Mesmeri conceded. "The Reader is a different story. I couldn't put thoughts into your head directly, but I didn't need to. Reading your thoughts just made the "improvements" to your display-systems more effective. And when the system determined you were ready, it steered you here."

"The massage," the superheroine whispered. "There was something in the relaxation tape after all. You used it to plant ideas into my mind, but, but, but you don't work this way. You use machines and drugs. I've got resistance-training..." Sparkler was wandering off point but she was too stunned to think coherently.

Mesmeri giggled. She actually giggled. "Read my League file have you? Oh, you shouldn't believe everything you read but, then again, I have spent so much time and effort in pretending to be a small fish it's good to know people are falling for it. I'm afraid all of those foiled plans and cliche posturing were just a smokescreen to hide my more successful ventures."

She lifted an eyebrow. "How did you think I was getting the money to build all those machines and labs? And did you honestly expect me to run around in that costume all the time?"

Sparkler hadn't thought of that, but she actually had. "Yes." Her face reddened and the superheroine was now glad for that stupid helmet.

It didn't help though; the supervillain had deduced her embarrassment anyway. "Sorry to disappoint you, but that's just for when I play my role. When I need protection. No, here I just wear something comfortable. Something easily removable. Here, with the people I trust, I like to be accessible."

'That's so nice of her.' The thought came unbidden. 'No wait, it isn't. She's turned these women into her slaves; that's the opposite of nice.' Anger started to surge up again. "I'll beat you." Sparkler took a savage joy in the small amount of heat she managed to put in those words.

It didn't faze Mesmeri's amusement. "You don't even want to beat me. If you did, you'd be trying to attack me. Attempt to move out of the circle, perhaps just look away from my eyes."

Sparkler got a little worried that the criminal was correct, but had no time to dwell on it because Mesmeri kept talking. "But you can't look away from my eyes, you don't want to. You want to fall into them deeper while you listen to my voice. Fall deep and down into that safe place where nothing can harm you, Sparkler." Sparkler gave a wordless sound of protest. The mellow arousal, all but forgotten during the confrontation, began to coil around her thoughts. Her eyes fluttered and, with a strangled moan, Sparkler fell into the safe place. "This leaves Emily to hear my voice and remember how it felt to trust it. To recall how wonderful it felt to listen as the hands massaged you."

An unseen pair of hands began to glide over her body again and Mesmeri's eyes grew until they seemed to fill her universe.

"Those hands that caressed you, loved you." Mesmeri's tone was warm and unyielding. Emily sighed. "Rewarding you when you obey, giving you peace and pleasure."

"Peace and pleasure," Emily agreed. The hands began to gently knead her tits. Her body began to sway; she just wanted to collapse into those hands.

"Remove your helmet," the voice ordered. 

Emily hadn't realized she was wearing one but that didn't delay her. "I obey." A finger started to slowly trace her pussylips as her hands went up. She lost contact with the eyes for a moment but sought them out again when the helmet was in her hands. The approval that shone in those eyes lit a glow in Emily's mindscape.

Someone took it away from her but Emily didn't look who it was; she simply let her hands fall to her side. Arousal began to stain her thong.

The voice spoke again. "You will focus all of your attention on the screen. You will learn the truths that appear on the screen and repeat them. You will continue to do so until ordered otherwise."

Emily lost contact once more with the eyes when they turned away, leaving her disorientated. She looked around the room, trying to get her bearings, then caught sight of the whirlpool on the screen. She forgot there was a room. 

Words appeared on the screen and Emily obeyed. "I, oooh, trust Mesmeri." An imaginary thumb began to gently flick her clit in cadence with her words. "I trust, hmmm, her orders, I want to obey, yesss, her." Emily sank deeper into peace and pleasure, alone in the room.

To Be Continued



Start of the Plan Ch. 05



Chapter V

Amanda walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a non-descript door. With every breath she took, she felt the silver chain around her neck, reminding her of her shackled will. She felt so much more owned when dressed in this skimpy "uniform".

Opening the door, she entered the room. Amanda recognized the woman standing in front of the screen in an outfit similar to her own. Sparkler was staring at whirlpool on the TV, sweat covering her shaking body. As Amanda came closer she could smell the mixture of arousal and exhaustion. And hear what the blonde moaned and groaned. They were words Amanda had already burned into her own mind. "Mistress loves me...Obedience is peace...Mistress trusts me...Obedience is pleasure..."

She approved of the fervent tone in Sparkler's voice, but didn't give the superheroine any more time to savor her surrender to Mistress. Amanda had instructions to carry out. "Stop and turn around."

The blonde crime fighter complied immediately. The fabric of her uniform clung to her skin, but Sparkler made no move to cover herself or start conversation. Amanda ticked off the first item on her mental list. There was, however, something else that had to be checked first.

"Mistress has tasked me with controlling you. I speak with her voice until instructed otherwise. Stand at attention." Amanda had anticipated the look of uncertainty she received. 

"Hands behind your back," she started. The superheroine did it perfectly, as expected. The position had been in her lessons, but Mistress said it was more effective to acquaint a slave to it this way. "Chest forward, straighten your back and part your legs a little." 

She watched as Sparkler did her best to do all those things. When she seemed done, Amanda matter-of-factly cupped the blonde's sex. Seeing her wide-eyed look, Amanda explained, "this position is intended to make you more physically and mentally open and receptive to whomever gives you orders. Your mind will become better attuned to obedience every time you assume this position. You stand at attention, you will obey better."

"I will obey."

Amanda noted there was no hesitation, but that meant little. It was possible the superheroine was trying to fool her and hadn't actually watched the screen. That needed to be tested first. The first question appeared in Amanda's mind as her hand returned to her side. "Answer my questions. What is Mesmeri?"

"She is my Mistress." Sparkler's breathy voice hitched at the end.

"What are you?"

"Mistress's slave."

"What is obedience?"

Sparkler mewled the next words and her knees almost buckled. "Peace and pleasure."

The reactions could still be faked, but Amanda did not believe they were. Sparkler had watched the screen, now it was a matter of seeing how well it had taken. Amanda moved closer until they almost touched. "Kiss me."

Sparkler looked surprised but then she leaned over and pressed her lips against Amanda's. Amanda watched the other woman's face, noting the hesitancy as Sparkler figured out what exactly she was supposed to do. But technique didn't matter right now; this was about testing how far her obedience went. So Amanda took a step back and observed the other's reaction.

The crime fighter hadn't been leaning on Amanda so she wasn't threatening to topple over. Nor was she trying to follow Amanda to prolong the kiss, she simply stood there blinking somewhat owlishly.

Amanda moved to the next point on her list. "Show me your pussy."

The exertion of the last few hours had left Sparkler's face a little reddened, making it impossible to detect a hint of a blush. Her "I obey" certainly was a little subdued. Removing her right hand from her back, Sparkler hooked a finger behind the scrap of fabric covering her sex and pulled it to the side.

Amanda made a show of looking at those puffy lips, probing the superheroine for any sign of being uncomfortable. She found none. In fact, Sparkler seemed to be getting a little more aroused. Which was a perfect opportunity for the execution of Amanda's next instruction.

Once more taking a step forward, she slipped a finger into Sparkler's drenched snatch without preamble. The crime fighter squawked at the intrusion, but made no move to stop Amanda when she began to plunge the digit in and out of Sparkler. Instead, her hips began to sway in time with the intrusion and her head started to loll back.

All of the stimulation she had received left Sparkler with a hair-trigger, so, within a minute, the crime fighter started to give signs she was about to cum. Seeing the superheroine surrender so shamelessly to the pleasure was beautiful, but Amanda had orders. She pulled back right away, leaving Sparkler high and dry. This time the superheroine did protest but it was weak and wordless. Amanda paid it no heed: partially because it was of no consequence, but mostly because Amanda was too busy experiencing completion of her instructions. 

Coming back down to earth, Amanda found new instructions waiting for her. She began to implement them by addressing Sparkler. "Your uniform is out of order, you will follow me to have that corrected."

"I obey." Sparkler was still standing there with the thong pulled aside, but she mouthed the right words without having to search for them. Amanda turned around and marched out the room, letting the imagined tugs on her nipples guide her to her destination.

Their first stop was a toilet, where Sparkler relieved herself. After that, they entered a Changing Room, and Amanda walked over to one of the shelves before turning to face Sparkler once more. The superheroine's attention was firmly fixed upon Amanda and the latter noted Sparkler's disheveled appearance.

A new command bubbled up. "Remove your disguise and place it on the shelf." Like before, Sparkler acknowledged the command before complying. She started with kicking off the sandals. The bikini-top and thong followed suit without a hint of self-consciousness from Sparkler.

The crime fighter's hand rose up, presumably to remove the eye mask, but stopped halfway. It hovered there for a few seconds and then Sparkler lowered it again.

"Remove your disguise and place it on the shelf," Amanda droned.

Sparkler's hand now stopped its downward motion, but it didn't go up either. "I have removed my disguise," she responded with a hint of confusion.

Amanda blinked. The instruction was still there in her mind, which meant that Sparkler was not speaking the truth. But no other sign of non-compliance was visible. She seemed to think she had obeyed. Amanda concluded that completing this instruction required more information.

"You are still wearing your mask." There was no condemnation in her voice. It was a simple observation.

"My mask is not part of my disguise."

Contentment eased its way through Amanda's mindscape as the solution became obvious. "Mistress has deemed your mask to be part of your disguise. Remove your disguise and place it on the shelf."

"I obey."

Amanda could tell Sparkler was happy that the problem had been solved. But the hand stopped when it touched the mask. The superheroine's face began to twitch as emotions raced across it.

The hand started to shake as a puzzled frown solidified on Sparkler's face. "I...don't want..."

Amanda had heard enough. "Stand at attention." The order wiped out any expression on the crime fighter's face as her body moved into the proper position. She gave the order again. "Remove your disguise and place it on the shelf."

Sparkler made to remove the last piece of her disguise, only to stop again when her hand touched the mask. This time, though, her expression didn't change nor did she speak. But something within her was resisting the order.

And Amanda knew precisely how to cure the superheroine of that. "Stand at attention," she commanded. 'Instructions exist to be carried out; I will continue with this until she obeys the instruction.' It proved unnecessary because, this time, when ordered to remove her disguise, Sparkler removed her mask with a shudder of pleasure.

The gray eyes that were revealed woke no spark of recognition within Amanda. She had not met this slave before. Not that it mattered. "Wash yourself, dry yourself, then return here and put on a proper uniform."

There was no resistance in those eyes for these orders. "I obey," Sparkler chanted and so she did. Amanda still kept an eye on her, only having to give an order once when she tried to masturbate while washing herself. Amanda had been instructed to keep Sparkler from climaxing.

Eventually, a properly-dressed Sparkler faced Amanda once more. She still lacked a chain around her neck, but that was appropriate. Mistress put those on herself, at least for the first time. Amanda surveyed her appearance once to be sure everything was in order.

"New slaves of Mistress all start with the same designation. This will help you distinguish between what you were and what you are. Your new designation is Slave X. Acknowledge."

Slave X blinked. "I...my name...Emily...Sparkler..." She shook her head in denial.

Amanda broke no argument. Additional instructions emerged on how to best implement this order. "Stand at attention." Sparkler did so immediately, a look of contentment covered her features. "Sparkler is part of your disguise; you are no longer in disguise. Acknowledge your new designation, Slave X."

Slave X started to blink again, but, like with her mask, she could no longer voice resistance. Amanda sought for further instruction within her but found nothing new. So what should she... Mistress had not counted on Sparkler giving away her real name this easily. Amanda could use that. It did call for more improvisation.

"Mistress says Emily West is no longer your valid designation. That is who you were. Your new, proper designation is Slave X. That is who you are. Acknowledge your new designation."

Slave X's eyes went dull. Her voice was soft and subdued as she obeyed. "I am no longer designated Emily West. My new designation is Slave X. Acknowledged."

Success was a wet tongue on Amanda's slit. "Slave X has been slated for rest. Follow me," she told the blonde and marched out into the corridor again.

Behind her, Slave X obediently followed. ------------------------------------------------- Sparkler woke up feeling very funny. She felt parched, hungry and jittery. She also had no idea where she was. A look around showed her she was lying on a raised platform in something that looked suspiciously like a cell: Bare walls, a mattress on a block of concrete, and, not far from her head, the reinforced door.

The air was warm, which was part of the reason she only belatedly noticed she was wearing nothing but a skimpy bathing suit and sandals. 'What the hell happened to my uniform?' She jumped off the bed. 'I wore it when... when I broke into the parlor. Yes, I remember now. I found out where Mesmeri was hiding out.'

She'd gained access to the hideout easily enough, thanks to the completely innocuous, and very insecure, security system the parlor was sporting. Sparkler had moved through the ventilation system until she'd found a changing room.

There, the superheroine had acquired her disguise to help her move about the base without arousing suspicion. The disguise she was wearing right now. And it had worked; the woman she'd encountered had totally bought... 'Or did she?'

Sparkler rubbed her forehead when the following memories grew progressively fuzzier. 'The slave had said something about my uniform. That it was out of order. I followed her to a room. A room with a big screen that had water... whirling water spiraling into the deep...my mind sinking deeper...' Her mind started to drift.

Sparkler shook her head to clear it. 'Whoa! Okay, don't think of...that room anymore. Obviously, Mesmeri drugged me and imprisoned me here. Now how do I get out...'

The door opened, answering that question handedly. Sparkler whirled around to face whoever it was. Her mind already resolved to fight her way out of there. She recognized the tall, muscular woman who stepped into the room. It was the one she'd dubbed an amazon, the one that had led her into the trap. It didn't change Sparkler's intention, though.

Closing her eyes and turning her head away, she threw up her hands and unleashed her power. Even through her eyelids, she saw the brief flash of white light. More importantly, the amazon did, too. She didn't utter a sound but when Sparkler looked back, the amazon had her arms shielding her face. But there was no way Mesmeri's slave could have reacted fast enough to block all of the flash.

Grinning, the superheroine began her attack. The amazon heard her move and now she did speak. "Stand at attention." Her voice crackled with authority and hit Sparkler like a sledgehammer. As if the words were puppet strings, they pulled at her limbs, forcing Sparkler to stop.

Her hands were almost folded behind her back when Sparkler regained control of her motor-function. By then her opponent had moved out of the cell and into the hallway. She was blinking, but her gaze was aimed in Sparkler's direction.

'Not good,' the crime fighter cursed mentally as she launched her attack. The amazon rolled away from her flying kick and managed to block Sparkler's follow-up elbow strike. 'Not good at all. I'm not at the top of my game and she is.'

Sparkler spun away, then turned it into a spinning kick aimed at her opponent's midriff. 'If I don't get a good hit in soon, she'll recover and this fight will only go downhill from there.' The kick was blocked too, but this time Mesmeri's slave transformed the block into a grab, pulling Sparkler off balance.

The amazon didn't use that moment to pull off anything fancy, she simply plowed into the crime fighter and made them both hit the floor. The air was knocked out off Sparkler with a whoop, then strong limbs began to snake around the superheroine.

She still fought back, forcing them to roll over on the floor. But Sparkler was still out of breath, weakened, and not in her element. She wasn't a wrestler, but her opponent, apparently, was. Sparkler ended up lying on her stomach underneath the amazon. Her legs were held down by the simple expedient of an arm pressing against the hollows of her knees, her shoulders were trapped under the black woman's shins, and Sparkler's head was pinned down by the amazon's crossed ankles.

The superheroine didn't really have time to appreciate her new position before the amazon made her move. She simply yanked the thong aside with her free arm and was suddenly tonguing Sparkler's pucker.

The crime fighter's head tried to shoot up at the unexpected invasion but was stopped by the amazon's tight hold. This was so wrong and filthy and it made her toes curl as stars began to explode behind her eyes. She hadn't really remembered it, but she'd spend most of the day before in a fugue state of arousal. One that had given her no release.

She was a bomb that had been prevented from detonating for far too long and now her opponent was sticking in the fuse. Sparkler had never had anything up there before, hadn't even thought she might like it. But when that supple tongue slipped past her sphincter into her asshole, she had no doubt that she did, in fact, like it. She liked it a lot. Gasping for air, she whitened out as she exploded all over the floor.

Breathing hard, she felt her opponent get off of her. But Sparkler didn't try to stand up or anything else. She felt so nice, so peaceful. All the crime fighter wanted to do was lie there and bask. She felt like she was floating on a fluffy cloud of bliss.

The amazon's command didn't stop that basking. The woman told her to stand at attention and Sparkler's body got up and flowed into the right position. She moaned when the feeling of peaceful delight intensified.

The amazon faced her now, showing no signs of the struggle they had been through only a minute ago. "I am Kira. Mistress has tasked me with controlling Slave X." 

Sparkler frowned. She knew Slave X was her designation, but when had that happened? 'And why does it feel right somehow? For that matter, why am I just standing here listening and agreeing with Kira?'

Kira continued. "I speak with her voice until instructed otherwise. You will follow me to the mess hall, where you will feed yourself." 

The words came out on their own. "I will obey." The amazon had waited for them before she moved past Sparkler. Her body on autopilot, Sparkler turned around and followed Kira.

'What the hell happened last night?' Sparkler wondered. The afterglow was dying down at last, but there was still this feeling of peace tinged with something exciting blanketing her thoughts. She could think again, but the urge to obey remained. Her breath hitched at the little jolt of arousal caused by simply thinking the word. 

Her body took another step and a memory emerged. She recalled seeing Mesmeri, falling into her eyes. There was a screen, too, water moving round and round in a pool...

Sparkler's eyes softened as memories streamed into her mind with every step. With every step that she obediently followed Kira, Slave X remembered Mistress.

To Be Continued



Start of the Plan Ch. 06



Chapter VI

Her belly full and her tongue no longer feeling like a piece of leather, Sparkler started to think again. Unfortunately, thinking didn't mean she was getting control back. Her treacherous body was following Kira out of the mess towards something the ebony-skinned amazon had called a "Reinforcement Room".

Hearing that had been the last push Sparkler had needed to stop obeying mindlessly. 'Now I obey under protest,' she lamented. A trickle of pleasure cascaded down her spine at the thought. 'Stop using of that word. It's not helping. Just think of the situation as doing as you're told...' The trickle became a small stream soaking her brain. 'Hmmm, following ordersssss... Mistress's orders...' The stream turned into a river. 'I obey... Obedience is peace... Obedience is pleasure...'

Sparkler's eyes unfocused and Slave X happily continued on behind Kira. She simply stared at the other slave's swaying backside, letting it mesmerize her as ghostly hands teased her body.

They entered an empty room with what looked like a dentist's chair in the middle. There were several cabinets and the like lined up against the walls but Slave X didn't really have an eye for any of that. What did catch her attention was the bike helmet attached to the chair by several cables. It looked familiar...

The sight of the chair jolted something within her, a feeling of fear. Kira turned around to face her, blocking the blonde's view of the chair. "Strip," she ordered Slave X.

It was with relief that Slave X obeyed. She happily embraced the peace-filled joy of following that order and used it to quell the nascent fear. But it didn't take long, so after kicking off her sandals she stood in front of Kira.

The amazon's cursory inspection showed no awareness that she was looking at a naked, aroused woman. Kira stood aside, giving Slave X a clear path to the chair. "Sit down in the chair."

The superheroine's eyes returned to the chair, the fear returning with a vengeance. There was something wrong; she didn't want to lose... something. Slave X frowned, but didn't move to follow the order. 'I want to, don't I? No, earlier I was... someone else? Wanted to... escape? It's so hard to think... What's going on?'

"I..." Sparkler licked her lips. 'That's my name! I'm Sparkler and I'm a... a super-something.' Her frown deepened. "I-I'm afraid... I can't..." The air seemed to be getting thin. "I lost... you took..." Something, something important.

Kira's expression didn't change nor did she speak. She just moved in front of Sparkler and knelt before the befuddled superheroine. Who sucked in her breath when Kira buried her face in the blonde's crotch. Kira wasted no time on foreplay, but simply began to work the heated flesh.

Sparkler's eyes rolled up in their sockets while Kira busily sucked out what was left of the crime fighter's consciousness through her pussy. Thought fled from Sparkler again. Her hands clutched Kira's head on their own so that the blonde could hump the unresisting slave.

Like before, it didn't take the superheroine long to cum, which she did with a cry and even more frenzied humping. Breathing hard, Sparkler went still with her head bowed, her hands now resting on Kira's shoulders to keep her up. And she simply stood there, her earlier turmoil forgotten. Everything was right with the world again.

Kira looked up, her face still covered in the crime fighter's juices. Her lips moved, sound came out of her mouth and a new thought entered Slave X's mind. 'I'm going to sit in the chair, yes, of course. I can rest there. That makes perfect sense.' Her legs shook a little, but she managed to make her way to the chair and collapse into it.

Her fellow slave appeared on her left, followed by darkness as a helmet descended over her head. For a moment the universe was as blank as her mind, but only for a moment. The face of Mistress appeared in front of her. "Good morning Sparkler! How are we feeling today?"

Slave X felt something like recognition at the name. 'Sparkler? Did Mistress give me a new designation? No... it's old, I've been called... I called myself that... just now, didn't I? Yes, that's it. I was Sparkler and then I met Mistress Mesmeri...Mesmeri!'

Sparkler could almost feel the mental components of who she had been, no, who she was, come back together. 'That's it! Fight that bitch... shake it off, I can do this.'

"Oh my," Mesmeri broke in. "Seems like someone is in need of a reminder of what she is."

'Oh shit.' Sparkler realized something. She was still wearing that damn helmet, the same one that had been meddling with her mind and was now hooked up directly to one of Mesmeri's machines. 'I've got to get it off!' 

Her hands went up. They moved so slowly, like they were going through molasses. 'Go up, up! Move, dammit. I need to get this off of me.'

Two other hands grabbed her wrists and held them. Sparkler tried to yank her arms out of their grip but wasn't having much luck. The edges of her vision were suddenly awash with color, bands of light pulsed and undulated were now lining her vision. At the same time music started to come out of the helmet's speakers. Sparkler's strength drained out of her body. The strong, unseen hands placed the crime fighter's hands on the arm rests, then slightly repositioned Sparkler's legs.

"Look into my eyes Slave X." Mesmeri's voice didn't drown the music out, it wove into it. And then it went straight into Sparkler's mind. The blonde knew what looking into those eyes would do, she remembered it now. But her eyes did as Mesmeri ordered anyway. Those dark orbs swallowed Mesmeri whole, the superheroine didn't even get the opportunity to try and look away.

"That's good," Mesmeri purred. The words felt like they were stroking Sparkler's spine. Like an owner would do if his dog had been a good boy. 

"But you'll soon feel even better, once you've helped me get rid of the last of your pesky resistance. And you want that now, don't you? Say "Yes, Mistress"."

She didn't agree with that at all. But that didn't seem to matter to her body. "Yes, Mistress." Sparkler shivered as fresh arousal started to ooze into her psyche. Then gasped when something long, slick and thick slid into her lubricated pussy swiftly followed by an equally slick but thinner intruder that glided into her ass.

"Let's begin with today's lesson. It's about you, well, a part of you: the Sparkler part, to be precise. She isn't real, you know. It's just a persona you made up. A disguise that you're no longer wearing. Sparkler doesn't exist. Repeat."

Sparkler didn't want to, she felt that she did exist. But her mouth was no longer under her control. "Sparkler doesn't exist." The tubes started to pump in and out, but never actually left her. Sparkler gasped again.

Mesmeri seemed to have noticed her response. "You like that. And of course you do, it feels good to agree with me."

The words tumbled out of Sparkler's mouth. "Ooooh, yes."

"So you want to agree with me. You agree with everything I say. Repeat."

"I agree with everything you say." Sparkler wanted to deny that claim, but it was difficult to believe in that denial when she was just saying what Mesmeri was telling her to. When it felt so good to agree.

"The more you agree with me, the better you feel. The better you feel, the more you agree with me."

"The more I agree with you, the better I, ungh, feel." The tubes were picking up the pace. "The better I feel, hmmm, the more I agree with you." Yes, that was so true. Sparkler didn't even notice Mesmeri hadn't told her to repeat the words.

Mesmeri returned to the subject of Sparkler. "You invested all your strength in Sparkler. Sparkler has the power, the training." Of course, Sparkler was the superhero. Who'd ever heard of a superheroine named Emily? Mesmeri continued, "All your resistance is bound up in Sparkler. Repeat."

The superheroine didn't even bother to resist that. It was obvious. Emily was just a civilian. Sparkler was the one who went up against supervillains like Mesmeri. "All my resistance is bound up in Sparkler."

"But Sparkler doesn't actually exist. You already agreed she didn't, so how can you draw strength from a non-existent person? How can you resist the pleasure of obeying me if that resistance is a figment of your imagination?"

Sparkler... didn't know. She thought there was a flaw in the logic but she couldn't really think right now. Looking deep into Mistr-Mesmeri's eyes took so much of her attention and the rest was busy with focusing on how good she was starting to feel. How wonderful it felt to be fucked in both holes while Mesmeri was fucking with her mind.

"Your resistance isn't real, keep repeating that. And believe it more every time you say it."

"My resistance isn't real." The tubes started to vibrate now, eliciting a groan from the captive superheroine. "My resistance... OH FUCK... isn't real, my resistance isn't... so good... real, my resistance isn't real."

The words started to pound into her head with the same beat as the music, the same tempo as the tubes pumping in and out of her body. "My, ah, resistance... OH GOD... isn't... fuck... real, yesss!" She started to say the words again, to think them, to believe them. The words became more real, more sensible, each time.

She was so close now, so close to...to... With a wordless shout, Slave X came to the agreement her resistance wasn't real. The tubes didn't relent, they just kept pumping as the blonde superhero's muscles uselessly tried to grip the invaders. But she managed to stay still somehow, except for her head, which was thrown back. 

The tubes sawing in and out in a more sedate pace now, Slave X came back down to earth panting and sweating. 

"That was very good, my slave. And for you as well," Mistress punned. "And now that I have your complete and willing attention, we can start your real training. Let's start with your desire for me, your ultimate fantasy of pleasing me." The image panned out, showing Mistress's nude body. "You will start to fantasize about touching me, kissing..."

With a mewl, Slave X latched onto the vivid wet dream Mistress was describing to her. The one that showed her what her true desires were, the desires Mistress was giving her.

To Be Continued



Start of the Plan Ch. 07



Chapter VII

With a regretful moan, Slave X felt the tubes slither out of her, leaving her alone in the dark. Sure, she was a little sore, but their departure meant Mistress was leaving, too. It meant she wouldn't be sharing any more truths with Slave X--not right now, anyway.

It also left her at a loss as to what she should do now. The need to obey Mistress was still fresh in her mindpussy, radiating a heat that made her so deliciously pliable. But there were no orders that Slave X could recall.

The helmet was lifted up and Slave X had to blink rapidly as she was confronted by much brighter surroundings. Still blinking, she turned her head to see who had removed the helmet. She recognized the slave who had taken charge of Slave X in the Preparation Room.

Slave X didn't know her name, but that was fine. If she was supposed to know it, she would have been told what it was. Patiently, Slave X waited for instructions. The thought of even a mundane order, like being told to stand was enough to restart her arousal.

Without preamble, her fellow slave spoke. "I am Amanda. Mistress has tasked me with controlling you. I speak with her voice until instructed otherwise. Stand at attention."

"I will obey," she mewed as she bolted out of the chair. As she assumed the position she could feel her mindpussy open up a little further. Becoming more like her pussymind, wet and inviting, so ready for Mistress's love.

Amanda didn't comment on the other's blatant need. That careless show of disinterest only stoked Slave X's fire. "Follow me," Amanda intoned before turning around and walking away.

Slave X didn't say the words, "I obey." She was them. Slave X followed Amanda, not seeing anything but her fellow slave. There was no room, no hallway. She felt no surprise nor did she wonder, as they descended down the stairs, when exactly she'd been brought up a level. And knowing she should, but didn't, because she hadn't been ordered to, just made her pussymind flutter.

Eventually, Amanda stopped, and Slave X became aware she was in a Changing Room. Expectantly, she waited for Amanda's next order. "Look at this," Amanda told her, pointing at a motorcycle suit hanging on a hook. Beneath it were a pair of boots and an eye mask. "Do you recognize it?"

The blonde examined the red suit for a moment. "Yes, it looks...familiar," she answered, still looking at the uniform. "I think it belongs to... a superheroine."

"It belongs to Mistress," Amanda corrected. "Before that, it belonged to Sparkler." Slave X frowned at the name. "Does that name sound familiar?" Amanda asked.

"I... Yes, it does." Slave X blinked. The name was waking memories within: things Sparkler had done, that the superheroine had known. "There are memories. I remember her. Almost as if I am Sparkler." Which was impossible, she was Slave X. 'But then why do I remember wearing that uniform? Fighting people, fighting Mistress?' Slave X's expression grew troubled. 'Are these memories right?' Her head turned back to face Amanda. 'Something feels... There's something wr-'

"Mistress has given you access to those memories so you can carry out Her mission," Amanda explained. 

Instantly, Slave X's worries disappeared. That was the answer. She didn't really remember being someone who wasn't Mistress' loyal slave. Slave X had been given those memories in order to serve Mistress better. She didn't wonder how they got there or how Mistress had obtained them in the first place. She trusted Mistress. That was the answer to those concerns. It was the answer to any concern.

Her fellow slave wasn't done. "You will use them when needed to carry out Mistress's orders. Otherwise, they hold no meaning to you. You do not need to remember things that hold no meaning to you. To do so distracts you from obedience."

"I obey." Yes, she would. Slave X could feel the memories grow more detached. Her memories of Sparkler were meaningless to her. The recollections of an enemy of Mistress were, by definition, meaningless to a slave of Mistress. Why think of fighting Mistress when she could spend that time dreaming of pleasing Mistress? Slave X groaned as her mindpussy quivered at the mere thought of it. 'Yes, so much better to love Mistress. To obey Mistress.'

Amanda's words cut through Slave X's thoughts. "Mistress wants you to put on Sparkler's uniform. Once you have done that, you will use Sparkler's memories to become her. Sparkler must believe that she has just rescued me from Mesmeri and that I have important information she needs to capture Mesmeri. You will ensure Sparkler does not question this scenario, so that she brings us both to her base. Once we are inside Sparkler's base, Sparkler will do the following..."

Slave X stifled every sound as each order pumped into her pussymind and caressed her mindpussy. Somewhere deep inside of her, she could barely feel the realization that she was about to close an avenue of escape, a way to get herself rescued, and do so herself simply because she was ordered to. The anticipation was a buzz in her butthole. She could hardly wait for it.

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"...so I think I deserve some time off," Sparkler informed the man on the screen. He wasn't a superhero or anything, just someone who helped manage the League's organization. Sparkler didn't think she'd faced this one before, but that didn't mean he was new. "I'd like to take a two weeks vacation starting tomorrow." 

The man took a few seconds to look something up before responding. "Yes, it seems you haven't taken a single day off since you went on assignment."

That was true. She'd never felt the need for even a day off before. 'So why do I sudden-' Something blanketed the thought, the beginning of doubt, and left only peace behind. 'I need a two-week vacation.' Sparkler's eyes softened. A delicious shiver went through her body. 'I must have a two-week vacation.' Her aureoles crinkled. Yes, it was absolutely necessary; Sparkler knew that. 

On the screen, the man was still speaking. "The shrinks actually added a note just yesterday recommending that you get some down-time. And who are we mere mortals to go against their expert opinion? Consider your request granted. I'll do the paperwork, so don't worry about that. Any more business?"

Sparkler took care not to look at Amanda. "Can't think of a thing. Take care and thanks, Sparkler out."

"No problem, just doing my job. Skyfortress out."

Having made sure the connection was closed, Sparkler swiveled her chair to face her guest. At a first glance, the young woman looked mousy with her bushy brown hair and small stature. And Sparkler knew Amanda was actually older than her. The clothes didn't suit that impression, their sheer tightness emphasizing her modest assets. 

Right now, she was smiling and Sparkler could well imagine why. She'd just been saved from Mesmeri's clutches right before she was turned into one of the supervillain's slaves. Of course, that meant Sparkler shouldn't have brought the woman with her. It could be a trap with Amanda as the bait. But the woman's babbling as she was rescued had revealed she had information, the information, in fact, Sparkler needed to finally find Mesmeri.

"And that takes care of that. They won't expect me to make contact for two weeks so I can devote all my time to apprehending Mesmeri. You said Mesmeri's people were talking about a base they were going to take you to?"

Oddly enough, Amanda completely ignored the question. "You are certain the League isn't going to wonder where you are before then?" Her voice had lost its hesitancy, too. Almost as if the reminder of her ordeal meant nothing to Amanda.

It was strange, but Sparkler knew it best to go along with the brunette right now. In fact, she was oddly certain she should answer Amanda truthfully and completely. It was important. Sparkler didn't wonder why; that was equally unimportant. She knew that, too. "I'm sure. It wouldn't be much of a vacation if I could be called back to the office for every little thing that crops up."

"Excellent." Amanda's posture straightened out, her expression growing almost impassive. "You serve Mistress well, Slave X. You are to disengage the Sparkler personality; she is no longer required. The mission has been completed."

Sparkler gaped at Amanda. 'What the hell is she-' The world lurched and grew indistinct. She felt herself sinking, becoming immaterial, like a wisp of smoke. 'An illusion, a figment of my imagination.' The thoughts came from nowhere, recited like a mantra.

She cried out as her body was assaulted by sensations. Hands roamed over her body, caressing her all over. Something thick and long was pumping in and out of her pussy. 'Pussymind,' her mindpussy corrected as her ass was invaded too. It filled her up, the pleasure of it all. It displaced everything else.

Sparkler had a moment to wonder what was happening to her, then Slave X was reveling in her reward. She had obeyed perfectly, had never been even tempted to go against her orders, to believe the lies in Sparkler's head. How could they be true, after all, if Sparkler didn't even really exist? The only reality was Mistress and all She encompassed. Tears of joy pooled in Slave X's eyes at the knowledge she was Mistress's slave, she was real, she was loved. Somewhere deep inside her, Sparkler echoed her cry of bliss.

Epilogue

This part of town was quiet on Sundays. Officer Kirsten Drewinger knew that already, and the rookie, Bianca Singer, was learning that fact fast. But they still had to show their presence and, to be honest, Drewinger preferred the quiet. She'd seen the things that went on in places like Sunville, New Camelot and Median City: superpowered battles just about every week with normal cops like Drewinger caught in between. All because the equipment needed to stand up against criminals like the Abominable Giant and Snaker was huge overkill for everyday police-work, not to mention expensive. This meant police officers were supposed to just stand by and do nothing.

No, she liked Bay City just fine. That incident with Mesmeri had been the first instance of any supervillain visiting the town and Drewinger felt confident she could have handled the woman. 'Unlike our high and mighty local superhero,' she thought with just a hint of vindictive gloating. 'Can't keep to the speed-limit and can't do her job either.'

A superhero who had taken a vacation, to boot; they'd been informed of it so they would know not to expect her help. The last ten days had been just fabulous as far as Drewinger was concerned. 'Too bad she'll be back in a few days, but I suppose I should be thankful the League didn't send a temp.'

The rookie was driving, so Drewinger had her attention on the left. What remained of that attention anyway. "Ehm, Kirsten. Isn't Sparkler supposed to be on vacation?"

Turning to face Singer, Drewinger saw the reason the rookie asked. Coming out of an alleyway the red-clad superheroine waved them down. 'Speak of the devil,' she thought sourly. But she knew better than to voice the sentiment. Singer, unfortunately, was a fan of Bay City's resident masked vigilante. So instead she said, "guess she came back early. Stop the car and let dispatch know what's going on."

Stepping out of the car, Officer Drewinger made sure to keep her feelings hidden and to present a professional demeanor. Looking around she noticed Sparkler's bike further down the alley, but not the reason for her being there or why she'd flag them down. "Sparkler, what's going on? I thought you were on vacation."

Stopping a little ways away from the Sparkler, Kirsten had the uncomfortable feeling the superheroine's eyes were roaming over her. It was hard to tell with the helmet obscuring Sparkler's face. "I decided to come back early and found someone on my first patrol. I was hoping you'd bring her in."

'Of course you are. We wouldn't want to waste your valuable time with menial tasks like bringing in perps.' Singer came to stand beside her, so Drewinger said something completely different: "No problem. Transporting a suspect on that bike can't be easy. We'll be happy to take her in." Beside her, Singer nodded eagerly. Drewinger managed to stop herself from sighing.

"Great, thank you officers. I'll make it up to you, I promise." And with those words Sparkler turned back into the alleyway, Singer hot on her heels, gushing out some question.

Drewinger followed, too, but more warily. Something didn't feel right. Halfway down the alley, Sparkler stopped to store her helmet in her bike. Singer asked another question and Sparkler turned her head to answer her. The glint of silver peaked out from underneath the collar of her uniform. 'Is she wearing jewelry? And why the hell did she wait to remove that helmet until now?' The feeling that something wasn't right with this situation increased.

They had gone halfway around the building before the perp came into view. Better said, she stepped into view not five feet in front of them. She was dressed in denim and looked familiar somehow. The next thing Drewinger noticed was the complete absence of restraints. "I see you brought them to me," the woman said.

Warning bells started to go off in her head, but it was the rookie who said: "Hey, isn't that Mesmeri?" And Drewinger remembered. Every cop in the city had been shown her face, but obviously it was expected she would be wearing that suit of hers so the mugshot had been an afterthought in the briefing.

'I'm getting old if the rookie can put a photo to a face faster then me,' she grumbled. Her hand shot to her holstered weapon as she moved to get a clearer line of fire. Her training instinctively labeled the superheroine as an ally, because Drewinger didn't yet have the time to consider what this unexpected encounter meant.

"Yes, Mistress. They arrived right on schedule." Hearing Sparkler say those words stopped Drewinger cold. Baffled, she took her eyes off the supervillain to look at Sparkler.

The incredulity, however, didn't last. Her hands flipped away the catch that secured her firearm in its holster. "Fr-" Drewinger had thought her reflexes fast. Sparkler proved to be faster. She twisted around and had her palms up before Drewinger even had a firm grip on her pistol. To her left, Singer was still looking at her idol with confusion.

Drewinger knew what was about to happen but didn't bother to shield her eyes. 'This is going to hurt, but her power won't stop a bullet. I hate to fire blind but it can't be helped. Just remember where everybody is and keep your cool.'

The world exploded into light, but not the painful white Drewinger had been preparing for. Bright blue and purple dominated with red and brown ribbons undulating on the edges of her vision. Kirsten's concern, anger and fear were simply blasted away. Her hands fell limply to her side, but Kirsten wasn't worried. She wasn't worried about anything. It felt like she was drinking in cool bliss with her eyes.

Her posture straightened as Kirsten took a stance of complete relaxation. The lightscape continued to stream into her, drowning her awareness. Drool began to escape her slack jaw, but Kirsten didn't feel embarrassment anymore, either.

A voice joined the lightshow, its timbre and words fitting perfectly with the visual stimulation. Kirsten recognized the voice; she'd heard it just a little while ago. It was Mesm-Mistress speaking. Yes, of course. Mistress was Mesmeri, Mesmeri was Mistress. They meant the same, the voice was right. It was always right.

Happiness filled her as her thoughts and the voice became one. Her nipples now stood proudly at attention, ready for inspection. Which meant it was only natural to undress so that Mistress could perform that inspection. Her shirt unbuttoned and her bra lying somewhere on the ground, Kirsten's pants followed, pooling around her feet. Yes, it was so easy to obey, so natural to serve.

Kirsten swore she could feel Mistress's gaze on her puffy sex, like warm sunlight, licking at her skin. She hoped she met with Her approval, it was so important. Which meant the sadness hit even harder when Kirsten realized this wasn't real, it was just her fantasy. Mistress and Sparkler hadn't really been there; she would realize that once she got dressed again.

'Yes, it is my greatest fantasy to serve Mistress. To become Her slave.' The urge to kneel came over Kirsten. It seemed so fitting to kneel before Her Mistress, in this fantasy as much as in reality. Feeling the dirty stone scraping her knees seemed fitting punishment to her for forgetting to kneel right away, then the voice plucked that idea away. There was no punishment, no failure. She would not allow herself to fail, to disappoint Mistress. Yes, she wanted to serve.

"Now take out your nightstick, yes, just like that." Kirsten had to feel around a bit before she found hers. "You can feel how good that felt, just doing such a simple thing for me. How nice it feels to obey me, how completely harmless it is. You did not hurt anybody, you only felt better when you did as I told you to."

'And She's so right,' Kirsten thought holding her nightstick. 'It feels good to obey Her. Yes, no need to worry. I'm safe with Her.'

"Now turn and face your partner," Mistress ordered. Kirsten did so and was only slightly amazed to see Bianca, the only solid thing in this lightscape. Her eyes were wide and dreamy, her breathing slow and steady. Kirsten took her in, her dusky complexion and small breasts capped with surprisingly long nipples. The triangle of black curls pointing towards her wet sex. She was quite the picture. 'And I must look just like that.' The thought released another flood of arousal.

"Take your nightstick and slowly insert it into your pussy. Keep your eyes on your partner while you do that, burn that image into your memories. Witness how obedient the other is, how good it makes her feel. How great it makes you feel."

Kirsten's hiss was drowned out by Bianca's cry as they both slowly inserted their nightsticks into their snatch. Even with how lubricated her tunnel was, Kirsten had some difficulty fitting it in. Bianca seemed to have more trouble, but she still did it. 

"Focus on your partner, watch how she obeys. How powerless she is to do anything but obey. Concentrate on that as you focus on her. Nothing else matters until you cum, because you cannot cum if you don't think of obedience and your partner. Of obeying me alongside your partner. Fantasize about this as you pull the nightstick out, and then push it back in, repeating my order until you cum."

Bianca's moans were now joined by Kirsten's as they moved up and down on their nightsticks in sync. The dreary, mundane world returned, but the officers only had eyes for each other. Her nighstick was now as slick as her pussy, allowing Kirsten to increase the tempo. But she didn't, she couldn't. She was following Bianca's pace even as the rookie was following hers. 

Mistress's voice enveloped them. "That nightstick is a constant reminder of what you want to happen. A trigger to your deepest desire of serving me. You will feel it every time you touch it; that need consumes you each time your pussy envelopes its length. You want to keep it with you at all times. Because you want to cum every day with it in you, you will fantasize about this every day. You will do this every day so you can cum like you want every day. And you can only cum while you act out this dream."

"Yesss!" Kirsten cried right alongside Bianca.

"And since this is a fantasy, it is not real. You know that after you put on your clothes this never happened, but you want it to. You will remember this as just a fantasy that you will want to make true with every climax. With every orgasm, you will feel your desire to obey me grow. Until you cannot resist anymore and you contact Sparkler. Cum and obey."




Start of the Plan Ch. 07



The last words were said softly but Kirsten still heard them, still obeyed them. Together, Bianca and Kirsten came, each one's eyes still locked on the other's, each drinking in the sight of her partner at the height of pleasure... and the depths of obedience.

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Mesmeri watched as the two writhed in orgasm. The show was quite a turn-on, and she made a promise then and there to recreate the scenario as soon as these two were completely hers.

Pulling out the brainwave-scanner she'd set up out of sight, she took a look at the display. 'Looks like the test went well.' Mesmeri scrolled back a little. 'Hmm, a little too well it seems. Have to remember to tell Sparkler to dial it back in the future. We don't want to fry the brains of my future slaves, after all. That would make them useless!'

She glanced at the panting Slave X beside her. Her slave's face dripped with sweat and her body was shaking in exhaustion. Keeping a complex lightshow like that going had been very taxing, but she'd held on for her Mistress. 

Risking her new acquisition like this was chancy, but Mesmeri really wanted a few people inside law-enforcement, and this way she had plausible deniability. Even if something hadn't gone right, the officers would blame Sparkler who could very easily prove she wasn't in Bay City at the time at all. She had been on vacation and had the witnesses to confirm her alibi.

'Not that these two will suspect anything,' Mesmeri concluded. 'The scanner clearly shows they have accepted my words. And with Natasha, dressed up remarkably similar to Sparkler, asking for their help with her bike once they are dressed there will be no lingering questions within them. Not at first, anyway. Yes, they would write it off as a simple case of mistaken identity. They do look alike with the helmet on.'

And Slave X had carried out this task without hesitation. Mesmeri nodded to herself. Yes, it was time. "Time to go. You did very well Slave X. You have earned your new designation as Emily. And a new mission. But we will talk about that back at my place. After we've both put on something less confining." 

Emily's face lit up, but there was no spark of recognition at the name. "I will obey."

THE END