1 comments/ 21610 views/ 7 favorites Heart of the Plan Ch. 01 By: Mesmeri This is the sequel to Part of the Plan and Start of the Plan. I like to thank JHB for his help editing this story into a readable one. Heart of the Plan Chapter 1 Skyfortress "Alright, let's move on to the next item for today's meeting," Vindicator said with a tired voice. The meeting hadn't even been a long one, just an hour and a half, but that was about an hour too long in the superhero's book. Still, as a senior member of the League, it was part of his duties to preside over these things from time to time. He looked the others at the table over, surveying the small gathering of superheroes and League bureaucrats that were running the organization that week. Most of them looked as bored as he felt, so with an effort he schooled his voice as he spoke up. "The next item on the agenda is the case of Sparkler, the young superheroine who fell into Mesmeri's clutches a few months ago. Her treating doctor is here to give us an overview of her current status and her plans for Sparkler's future treatment as well as what she learned of Mesmeri's methods through this case. Let her in," he directed the station's computer. The door slid open and the good doctor strode in. She was wearing a tasteful business outfit, but even that couldn't hide the fact that Doctor Bell was a very fine woman. Raven-dark hair streamed down her shoulders, but Vindicator's eyes focused a little lower than that. For a second, his vision was filled by the pillowy breasts of the psychiatrist before he caught himself and forced his eyes to meet hers. 'Come on, you old sod, keep your mind on the business at hand,' Vindicator berated himself. 'She's far too young for you and didn't I hear something about her divorcing a while back? So stop acting like a teenager and get this show on the road.' "Good morning, Doctor Bell," he began after she sat down. "Why don't you start off by filling us in on how Sparkler got into this mess. Most of us weren't on the board when it happened, if I recall correctly, and I'm curious as to how Mesmeri got her claws into Sparkler myself. I thought we had resistance training for this sort of problem," he finished with a frown. -------------------------------------------------- Victoria just nodded in ascent. She'd noticed where the attention of some of the board's members had drifted to when she first came in, but she'd gotten very good at dismissing the annoyance that caused. These days, Victoria just let people get distracted by her looks and got on with her job. If they couldn't keep up, then it was their loss. Opening her briefcase, Doctor Bell took out the relevant case file and activated the holographic system. She would need that for this part of the presentation. "I'm afraid we don't have a lot of details on how Sparkler was captured, Mesmeri's methods left Sparkler's early memories of her captivity fragmented and confused. But we suspect it was during her vacation. It was the only time she could drop off our radar for the length of time it must have taken Mesmeri to break her." "But how did she do it?" Colonel FSA prodded. "Break her, I mean. Like Vindicator said, the training we provided her should have offered Sparkler some protection against Mesmeri's regular methods." "With this," Doctor Bell said as she pushed a button. A hologram appeared in the space between her table and the larger one the board sat behind. It showed a chip with something like tendrils or roots streaming out of it's thin sides. "We found this only after we did a very thorough scan of Sparkler's brain, it didn't show up in our first examination. As you can see it is far more advanced than any of the earlier models this supervillain used. Unfortunately, it self-destructed into a useless clump of plastic when we tried to remove it so we don't know exactly how it works." "But you do have a general idea?" A woman to the right of America's Supersoldier asked. Her nameplate said she was Jana Allison, in charge of human resources. Doctor Bell nodded in the affirmative. "From our scan we know the chip was connected to various regions of Sparkler's brain, like the auditory, visual and pleasure centers. This essentially bypassed her consciousness altogether, and I believe the chip did more than just relaying information. I believe it also regulated her mind, adding and removing information to tailor it more to Mesmeri's tastes." Vindicator wasn't the only one that looked a little lost now, so Victoria clarified further. "The recording Restrainer found Sparkler listening to when she caught her was part of the setup. The chip allowed the words to bypass Sparkler's critical faculties, the ones that would have questioned what Mesmeri's voice was saying. There's no training or mental preparation against something like that. Sparkler had essentially been hardwired to obey, her very perception of the world around her regulated by Mesmeri's chip." "But such a chip would not have been easily implanted, I'd imagine. So it had nothing to do with Sparkler's initial abduction," Vindicator prodded. "No, I'm afraid we'll remain in the dark on that unless we capture Mesmeri herself. I have little hope that Sparkler's memories of that time will improve. But her progress overall has been excellent," Victoria told them with a pleased smile. "That's the weakness of the method Mesmeri chose." "How so?" Jana Allison asked. "Because the chip is the cornerstone of the programming, so without it the whole mental structure gets very soft. It was quite easy to puncture the mental fantasy and get Sparkler's critical faculties working again. During most of my time with her, I've actually been working with her on dealing with the emotional fall-out of being captured and brainwashed. In fact, I believe she's more than ready for the next phase of her treatment." Vindicator raised an eyebrow at hearing that. "You really think she's ready to be reintroduced to civilian life? That is what you're talking about, isn't it?" "Essentially, yes. Oh," she quickly went on before anybody could object. "She shouldn't be placed anywhere near Bay City and I would recommend roomming her with a League Member as well, both to increase Sparkler's sense of security and to keep an eye on her. But I think she needs to start feeling trusted again, before she'll really start to trust herself. To be frank, there isn't much more I can do for her while she remains on the station." "What you mean to say, is that we should place her in Newtropolis. I know you have your practice there," Mrs. Allison said, rather pointedly. Victoria just gave a rueful smile. "Guilty. I would appreciate it if neither of us had to commute much just for a session. And I also have someone in mind to be her roommate. Dawnstar has room and could use the company. She comes by my office from time to time already, so reporting in wouldn't break up her routine either." "Dawnstar," Vindicator mused as he brought up a hologram of her file for all to see. "Let's see, hmmm, her powers would certainly be more than enough to deal with Mesmeri. I don't really see any problems with your proposal. Does anybody else?" He asked as he looked at the others. A murmur of "no" accompanied by several headshakes answered the question. "In that case, you're authorized to proceed with Sparkler's treatment as you see fit, Doctor Bell. Thank you for keeping things concise, we won't take any more of your time." Taking that as her dismissal, Victoria got up and put Emily's file back in her briefcase. "It was my pleasure. A good day to you all." As the door closed behind her, she could just hear Vindicator bring up the next item. "Last item is that little scandal with the Green Parakeet. Now I personally don't care who's she's dating, but it seems the public ..." The door finally shut close, cutting off the rest. Doctor Bell paid the words little heed though, her mind fully focused on the logistics of getting Sparkler released and settled in at Dawnstar's. But first, she had to get the superheroine's consent to take on a house guest. 'Best if I ask in person, so I'll just ask her to swing by my office.' Newtropolis Flying over the city was always a treat to Dawnstar. It just looked so futuristic to her with its gleaming spires and towers of glass and solar panels. The cityscape didn't feature a single square or rectangular structure. The building that housed Doctor Bell's office was a good example of that. It was a tall building with a twelve-sided base and some very big balconies. One of those balconies was her target. Many of Doctor Bell's patients were metahumans, and so her waiting room had two entrances: the traditional one from the hallway, and the other from the balcony. It's tiled floor featured a big logo of the League to clue newcomers in as to where they should land. Setting down amidst the potted plants decorating the balcony, Dawnstar slid the door open and stepped through. The waiting room was the only one with clear glass, every other pane was reflective to prevent flying people from looking in. A more common occurrence than you would think given there weren't all that many superheroes and villains. But being able to fly or see better than an eagle didn't automatically mean you had to become one or the other, quite a few were just regular folk. So Dawnstar already knew the waiting room was empty safe for the psychiatrist's personal assistant who was busy on the computer. "Hey, Kathy," she greeted the bubbly blonde as she looked up from her work. "Doctor Bell asked me to come by?" The assistant smiled. "Hey, Dawn, yeah, she said something about expecting you to swing by today." "But she didn't tell you what it's about?" "Nope, but I got the impression she wanted to discuss something so you're not in trouble." The nineteen-year old waved her in. "Go on, she's not seeing anybody right now." "Okay, thanks. Have a nice day." "You too!" And the rattling of the keyboard started it up again. Entering the actual office, Dawnstar reviewed what this could be about. She knew the Doctor and her assistant because she'd made use of the psychiatrist's services over the years and even more so these past few months. Her last break-up had hit her hard, not because she was so much in love, but because Luke had been yet another bad choice. It had been like that right from her start as a crimefighter. Any new superhero could count on some publicity and female ones even more so. The combination of a uniform that didn't cover much and a buxom figure had helped, too. And that had attracted a certain type of guys—for a while, anyway. But they quickly discovered the brunette wasn't cut out to be one of the great ones. Sure, she could fly and was invulnerable, but that was pretty much it. The super strength that usually went along with the invulnerability, was quite weak in her. With the strength of just seven men, Dawnstar or Dawn Sterner, was not the heavy hitter she appeared to be at first glance. Even more embarrassing was the reason for the skimpiness of her uniform. It wasn't that she was very extroverted—her stammering at the few interviews she'd had back when she was young proved that. No, it was the same reasons she had a short cape. Her invulnerability didn't extend beyond her skin, so more than once she'd had to use the cape to cover a wardrobe malfunction. Topping it off was her power source. Solar-powered sounded very green, but her body couldn't hold more than a few hours worth of power. So night patrols were out of the question, as were missions to outer-space. Limited to daytime patrols and League emergencies on the surface and having average looks meant she would never rise above a B-list superhero. This was something Dawnstar had been perfectly happy with, but not her boyfriends. And even after that, she hadn't managed to land someone who could deal with what she considered a calling. Some would try, others wanted to change her, and a few had been sleazes. Being a 34-year-old superheroine was stressful enough without the string of bad relationships. So after Luke, Dawn had suffered something of a breakdown wondering if the problem was her. Perhaps she wasn't cut out to be a superhero after all. 'But the doctor set me straight. Got to love the League's all-inclusive health coverage.' Shaking her head to dislodge the wool she'd gathered, Dawnstar greeted the psychiatrist before sitting down and giving her an inquisitive look. "You said there was something you wanted to talk about in person, and according to Kathy it's not because I'm in some kind of trouble." -------------------------------------------------- Victoria smiled reassuringly at the superheroine to cover the amusement she couldn't help but feel every time she saw Dawnstar's outfit. Even with its bright red and yellow stripes, and even knowing it was better armored than a Kevlar-vest, it still made Victoria think of a corset; even though it was about as respectable as a swimsuit. The cape and boots did nothing to diminish that unprofessional impression, but Victoria was careful not to give any outward sign of her thoughts. "You're not; although, if you're worried that you might be, than is there, maybe, something I should know?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Dawnstar seemed to mull her response over for a moment before shaking her head in the negative. "No, can't think of a thing. I guess I was just really curious why you wanted to see me, since everything is going fine in my life." Doctor Bell nodded. "And that's exactly the reason I want your help with one of my cases. You've heard of what happened to Sparkler?" She didn't really need Dawnstar's nod, gossip alone would have ensured every superhero knew that Sparkler had been brainwashed by Mesmeri and had been caught impersonating that supervillain. "Well, I'm treating her and for the next stage in her treatment I need someone to room with her to help Sparkler, first with adjusting to civilian life, and then with superheroing." Victoria steepled her fingers as she leaned forward. "You would also have to keep an eye on her for any signs she might be slipping or relapsing. Now, I don't expect that to happen but that's what the protocol requires," she assured Dawnstar. The superheroine still looked uncertain, but Victoria didn't press. "It's good to hear she's doing better," Dawn hedged. "I'm just not sure if I'm the right person... I have no training in psychology and, to be honest, I might be too trusting for this." "Actually, you're perfect," Doctor Bell countered. "Sparkler doesn't need another vigilant guard; what she needs is a friend who won't judge her too harshly, someone who can listen and maybe impart some hard-earned wisdom. In my professional opinion, you would fit the bill perfectly." Dawnstar didn't respond right away. Then it came out in a rush. "Alright, I'll do it." Dawn Sterner's apartment "Now remember, if anything happens just call Doctor Bell or League Dispatch. Whichever is appropriate, I should be back around noon," Dawnstar finished as she readjusted one of her boots. Emily nodded along, but couldn't help her exasperated response. "I know, you've told me the same for five days now. Don't worry. I'll be fine. I'll even get the groceries today. I want to cook something special as a thank-you for all the trouble you've been through with me." Dawnstar looked back up and smiled back at her. "You don't have to," she reassured Emily, "because you haven't been. It's actually been nice having you here." It was Sparkler's turn to smile. "Thanks, but I still feel grateful, and it would make me feel less like a freeloader. It's not like I can put on my costume and help you patrol." Emily had tried to keep her tone light, but didn't succeed entirely. The older woman straightened out and took a step towards Emily so she could lay a hand on her shoulder. "Hey now, you're making a fast recovery according to the doctor. I'm sure you'll be out there fighting bad guys in no time, but not before you're ready. It's way too dangerous for yourself and others if you go out there when you're not 100%." "I know, it's just ... I guess that, now that I'm back on the planet, freedom is calling me. It's irrational and stupid, because I can feel that I'm not ready yet. I-I ... I sometimes worry I might never be ready," Emily finally admitted. A gentle squeeze was Dawnstar's immediate response: "And I tell you there's no need to worry about that; trust me. I've been captured by supervillains a few times myself, and, the first time it happened, I doubted myself, too. I wondered if I was cut out for this life, or if it had all been a huge mistake on my part." "How did you snap out of it?" "I realized that having a bad day comes with the territory. There are going to be days where don't catch the criminal, when you can't save everybody, when the supervillain captures you," Dawnstar finished softly, causing Emily to look down. But they snapped back up at Dawn's next words. "And that won't ever stop sucking. But what decides if you can come back from adversity is determination, the will to keep coming back, to keep going. I think you have it; that's why you're here. Now, you just have to be sure about that fact yourself." Silence fell in the apartment. Emily had no reply to that. Finally, she settled for simple grateful nod. Dawnstar apparently felt no need to spoil the moment either, and simply stepped back, waved goodbye, and took off through the open window into the morning sky. Emily stood there for a moment, just watching the superheroine fly away, before looking around the room trying to decide how she should start the day. Today was Thursday, so she didn't have an appointment with Doctor Bell. Those were on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Quite a lot, maybe, but on the station she'd seen the psychiatrist every day, so this was a sign of progress to Emily. Her eyes caught sight of her laptop, and Emily decided checking her mail and the news would be best. Some of the clouds she'd just seen looked like they might bring rain any minute. In moments the screen was lit and Emily was accessing her mailbox. Every time she did that she couldn't help but remember all the surveillance around her. Having her emails read and her phone-calls listened to was intrusive. So was the fact that Dawnstar was reporting to Doctor Bell about her. Yet at the moment, Emily couldn't bring herself to get worked up about the almost-complete lack of privacy, because she knew the reason for all these measures was to make sure Mesmeri didn't try anything. And given that Emily could still not remember how the supervillain had managed to capture her, having some people look out for her didn't sound so bad. She was done checking her mail in under a minute; even the spam was sparse this morning. The weather-report spoke of showers, but all the rain clouds seemed to be passing south of Newtropolis, so Emily decided to take a few minutes to read the news. SNN, or Super News Network, was her site of choice on that front. They paid special attention to the antics of not just supervillains, but superheroes as well. It made it half serious news network and half gossip rag, but that was fine by her. Emily could use some lighthearted stories about who was dating whom. But the prominent headline wasn't about a superhero; it was about Mesmeri. Wide-eyed, Emily read about the discovery of one of her brainwashed victims on the staff of a member of Congress. She'd been found out when she'd tried to access classified information. Emily's eyes wouldn't let go of the article, even as they shied away from the photo accompanying the article showing the woman being lead away by police. The look in her eyes was way too happy. Instead, her gaze was drawn to the article's title. 'Emily Salesburry Exposed as Mesmeri's Slave' was a little sensationalist and certainly tacky, yet Emily kept rereading it. There was something there... Heart of the Plan Ch. 01 "Emily Salesburry exposed as Mesmeri's slave," the superheroine murmured. Emily leaned back against the chair, her eyes fixed on the screen. The title was insistent, burrowing into her mind. Its words licked at her thoughts as if trying to pry it open so they could penetrate deeper. 'Emily exposed as Mesmeri's slave.' She sighed as she felt the folds of her mind part, then mewled and rubbed her thighs together when the words touched something deep inside of her. 'Emily exposed as Mesmeri's slave,' she repeated just to feel that sensation again. And it didn't disappoint, the heat and pleasure probed even deeper. One hand moved up, lightly caressing one of her breasts through her T-shirt, while the other moved down and rubbed the seam of her pants with anything but a light touch. Dimly, she realized this was odd behavior, something that she should tell Doctor Bell about. But not now; she would do so later. Right this minute, she just wanted to enjoy this nice feeling for a bit more. "Emily is exposed as Mesmeri's slave," Emily moaned. This time, her eyes did leave the screen as she closed them. Her head was slowly thrown back as the words permeated her being. They sounded so good, so right. 'Yet something is still missing. Emily is exposed as Mesmeri's slave,' she repeated automatically. The heat inside of her flared up once more, but this time it went no further, leaving her just before she could crest that summit. Her hands sped up their ministrations, trying to drive her to climax. But still it stayed stubbornly out of reach. "Emily is exposed as Mesmeri's slave." The words made her shiver as they lapped at her mind and her pussy, driving her arousal to a fever pitch. For a moment, Sparkler thought she'd had it. And then the sea of pleasure receded again, taking her with it. Fueled by this sweet fire, her thoughts went a mile a minute as she tried to come up with a solution. 'Maybe I should just stop,' she considered as she unzipped her pants to give her hand more direct access. 'This can't be healthy.' Emily hissed as her fingers slipped underneath her damp panties to circle around her cleft. 'Getting so turned on from reading an article about a girl being mind-controlled.' The pleasant quiver she got simply by thinking that term drowned out what little sense Emily had managed to muster. So her hands didn't stop, nor did her mind. "Brainwashed just like me," Emily breathed as she tweaked a nipple. Her eyes flew open as she hit upon an idea. Mentally, she paused. 'I-I don't think that is such a hot idea...' Her mouth, apparently, disagreed because it was already talking. "Emily West is exposed as Mesmeri's slave." She'd thought of saying that just now, had already thought the words. Yet saying them was like slipping a key into her own mind and then turning it. The words fitted snugly there, and, after the last word left her lips, something opened inside of her. Memories, thoughts, a whole identity flowed into the paralyzed Emily West as she screamed in ecstasy in the confines of her own mind. She remembered being captured, recalled how Mesmeri had slowly molded her mind into subservience and finally knew what had happened all those months ago. For a little while longer Emily sat there, then she moved. Her finger slowly sawed in and out of her slick pussy, her hips rolling to meet the digit's thrusts. "Emily West is exposed as Mesmeri's slave," Mesmeri's slave repeated the trigger phrase again, just because it felt so great to say it. "She remembers and obeys," the former superheroine cooed. To Be Continued Heart of the Plan Ch. 02 Chapter 2 Dawn Sterner's apartment, Thursday afternoon Her return home was a lot less impressive than her exit, not to mention delayed by hours. 'At least I managed to let Emily know I was running late. And I won't have to make dinner for once!' And that sounded great to the tired Dawnstar. She'd spent hours keeping the denizens of some hell-dimension at bay while Witcheress tried to close the portal, something that had taken an awful amount of time and energy. Dawnstar herself had nothing left and with the setting sun, no time to recharge. Which was why the brunette was knocking on her own apartment door instead of flying in through the window. 'From now on, I'm taking my house key with me on patrols. This might be the first time I was so spent, but I can't bank on having a roommate if it happens again either.' As she finished that thought, Emily opened the door. She greeted Dawn with a tremulous smile and a 'Hi' that sounded equally shaky. Frowning, Dawn stepped inside. "Hey, sorry I'm late." She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should just go ahead and ask what was wrong or let Emily open up at her own pace. She used the closing of the door as a means to buy her some more time, but was still unsure long moments after the door clicked shut behind her. "Uhm, how was your day?" Dawn asked lamely as she decided to give Emily a chance to open up on her own terms. She winced internally at how unsubtle she was being. "Not too bad. The shopping went without a hitch and I got dinner ready. I think it came out well; it should be ready in 10 minutes once I turn on the oven." She took a deep breath. "But, uhm, earlier, on the news..." Emily trailed off. Dawn wisely let her be and simply stood there waiting. "I was checking SNN and there was this article about the latest victim of Mesmeri." "Oh?" Dawnstar's response was equal parts worried and surprised. She hadn't heard there was any news on the supervillain. "Yeah, some congressional aide got caught. But the weird part was that she had the same first name as me and, and reading about her triggered a ... a ... a part of a memory. Like a flash." Compassion replaced the surprise. "I see." But Emily shook her head. "No, I don't think you do. It was about some training exercise, it was very brief, but ... It was mostly weird, really. A flash of feeling and some words plus I ... I ... You might recall I showed a lot of control over my power when I was, uh, posing as Mesmeri." Dawnstar nodded and the girl continued. "Well, after that memory I tried something and ... and I got a little bit of that skill back." Very carefully, Dawnstar kept herself from moving back. "How so?" Emily bit her lip as her eyes unfocused in thought. "Uhhh, I don't really know how to explain. I could show you?" The superheroine gave her recovering colleague a long look at that proposal. She'd read the report, she knew Emily had pulled a number on Animes and Restrainer before they snapped out of it and caught her. Still, this was about trust, and Dawn couldn't see anything in Emily's eyes that hinted at a double-cross—just a lot of uncertainty. "Alright," Dawnstar assented. "Show me what you can do now." The girl sculpted her hands in front of her, then she took a deep breath before an orb of soft light appeared above her hands. She seemed to be almost cradling the glowing sphere and Dawnstar whistled, impressed. She knew Sparkler could only do light-flashes before, flashes she couldn't direct or even control the strength of them much. 'But this ain't a flash, more like a light-sculpt-' Her thought was interrupted by a pulse of bright light from the orb. "Sorry, still having some trouble keeping the form." Emily's voice sounded strangely detached, but another flash distracted Dawn. "Can you make it into any other shapes? Or colors?" Dawn asked interested. But she missed Emily's response because of the two flashes in quick succession that coincided with Sparkler's answer. Or at least Dawn was sure that was the reason she hadn't caught Emily's response. "I ... I think ..." another light-pulse temporarily distracted her, but a moment later Dawn remembered that she had been saying something. "I think your ..." A flash. "It might still need," Dawn murmured as her eyes started to fall into the sphere. She barely paid any attention to her own words, nothing at all to anything else save the orb of light in Sparkler's hands. "Some work. I I I ..." Her mouth hung open slightly as time stopped in a bright flash of light. -------------------------------------------------- "Dawn, could you wake up please?" Emily asked her as she gently shook her shoulder. Bleary eyed, the superheroine looked up only to see a blot in the darkness. Blinking, she sat up in her bed as she gathered her wits about her. "Uhm, Emily? What are you-? I mean, why did you wake me up?" That was the question. Dawn had been tired and the great meal Emily had prepared for her had only made her drowsier. Heck, she'd even drifted off during that demonstration Emily had given her. Good thing she'd lost control and woken her up with that big flash, even if Dawnstar did see spots for minutes afterwards. With her eyes finally getting into focus and her brain starting to work again, Dawn noticed Emily was quite anxious. "I ... I ... I had a ... nightmare and I just ... I couldn't get to sleep again. I ... I know this sounds childish but could I ... stay here? Just for a little while," the blonde hastened to add. Dawn had already opened her mouth to say no, when she took another good look at Emily's expression. Instead of saying anything, she simply nodded and scooted over to make some room for the girl. Having done that, Dawn lay down again hoping that Emily just needed the company so she could at least doze a little. And, at first, that's what happened. The other girl settled in besides her almost touching her shoulder and then everything was quiet ... until Emily started to talk. Her voice was soft and halting, like she had to drag the words out of herself. "I ... I had a dream ... or maybe a memory ... that I was back with Mesmeri, that I was hers," the blonde's voice grew hoarse at that last bit even as the flow of words became smoother. Suppressing a sigh, Dawn rotated to face Emily. "I woke up," she continued, her eyes brimming with some emotion, "and I felt so ... so wired that I didn't know what to do. So I thought I could practice my new skill a bit more, and get my mind cleared that way." As if to demonstrate, Sparkler brought up her hands between them and an orb of light appeared. Eyeing it a little warily, Dawn started to ask what she was doing. Emily simply kept talking. "But it only made me remember more," the blonde murmured as a flash of light drew Dawn's attention fully into the sphere. "Better," Emily cooed like she'd enjoyed it. 'But that's stupid! Of course she doesn't ...' Dawn thought before another light pulse left her mind pleasantly blank. Next came three quick flashes that sent a delightful shiver through her body and made memory a distant dream. "I remember standing at attention, ready for my Mistress' command." The blonde's voice had grown husky from excitement, an excitement so palpable Dawn felt it herself. Vaguely, she was sure that there was something else she should be feeling, but it was too much trouble to remember what it was right now. Another series of flashes consumed all her focus, leaving her thoughts free to wander every which way. Emily's voice kept going, like a beacon in the night, and her mind latched on to it. "No sadness, no guilt, no will. I was so happy, so wet, so eager to obey Mesmeri. You can imagine how it feels, can't you?" Dawn nodded. "Because obedience is peace, obedience is pleasure. This truth just won't let go, you can't deny it." The light commanding all her attention, Dawn was grateful she could trust Emily to steer her thoughts to where they were supposed to go. At least, Emily said she trusted the blonde and Dawn couldn't think of a reason not to. "I can't deny it," Dawn breathed as her heart thumped in lockstep with the pulsing orb. "That's good." Dawn mewled at the approval in Emily's voice. "I'm glad to see you are taking to your lessons so well. That you still know how good it feels to agree with me, to accept my words as your thoughts. It feels good, right?" "Yessss." The word slithered out of her mouth as her clit buzzed briefly at how much she agreed with Emily's thoughts. 'Excellent,' Dawn's mind continued in Emily's voice. 'Now close your eyes and dream of Mistress. Dream of surrender.' "Surrender," Dawn mumbled as she descended into sweet dreams. -------------------------------------------------- Dressed in her black-and-white catsuit that covered every part of her, Mesmeri sat on her throne before Dawn. Dawnstar cried out, her bosom heaving as she gasped for breath while her hand circled her clit. She knelt naked before the villainess. Her skin slick and shining from sweat. Mesmeri watched as Dawn debased herself before the regal figure. 'This ... This isn't right. It can't be—ugh—it's not supposed to—oooh—feel sooo good. So close, hmmm, getting close to cumming right in front of Her eyes.' But nothing happened. The pleasure just built and Dawn couldn't remove her eyes from the woman on the throne, silent, until the desperation reached Dawn's eyes. She only spoke one word. "Surrender." She said it only once. 'Surrender? Surrender? Surrender,' Dawn's mind kept repeating like a broken record. Stuck on it, obsessed by it as her body now timed its self-pleasuring to coincide with that repetition: 'Surrender. Surrender. Surrender. Surrender.' A deep moan parted Dawn's lips as the concept consumed her, as it became the answer to her question, to all questions. 'Surrender. Surrender. Surrender.' Surrender. To Mesmeri. "Surrender!" Dawn cried out as her body tensed, surrendering to pleasure completely. "Surrender" Dawn panted into her pillow as sleep fled before the orgasm meandering through her body. Her heart still pounding in her chest, Dawn stared in to the dark of her bedroom trying to separate dream and reality. 'Emily came to my room, complaining about nightmares, said she was dreaming about Mesmeri. Dreamt about surrendering to her... Didn't she?' Looking around, she noticed she was alone in bed now. Straining her hearing she could faintly hear someone bustle about outside her room. The clatter of plates being set down combined with the light filtering through her curtains clued the superheroine in that it was morning now. 'But did last night happen? And what was with that dream?' Her cheeks heated up as her pussy twitched at the memory. It had been the most erotic dream Dawn could recall, and up until yesterday she would have sworn she didn't swing that way. Dawn still thought she didn't, but that dream ... It had been disturbing. Had it been prompted by Emily's late night visit or was that part of the dream? Eager to get at least some answers, Dawn patted out of her bedroom still wearing her sleeping clothes. She stopped at the entrance of the kitchen to observe Emily go about making breakfast, looking for some clue. But Emily looked fine as she turned the coffeemaker on and set two slices of bread in the toaster. If she'd been suffering from nightmares last night than she wasn't showing it this morning. 'Guess it was all in my head. Good thing its Friday, I can talk this over with Doctor Bell and get her take on it. Find out if there's anything to worry about me having sexy dreams about a supervillain.' Dawn mustn't have been as stealthy as she'd thought she was because Emily wasn't startled in the least when she pivoted towards her and saw her in the door. "Hey, sleepyhead, I was about to wake you up!" "Uhm, thanks." Giving her roommate a smile, Dawn started to walk into the kitchen. "You do know you don't have to do all the cooking around here?" she wondered as she took a seat at the counter. "I don't mind doing my share." "Oh, I know. But there's still so much to do before our appointment with Doctor Bell. It's going to take us all day to prepare you," she answered as she took the seat on the other side of the counter. "Prepare me?" a bewildered Dawn repeated. Sculpting her hands together on the kitchen counter Emily ignored the question. "Surrender to the light," she sing-songed. Even more confused now, Dawn opened her mouth to ask her what she meant by that but her eyes didn't need an explanation. They fell to the girl's hands and the orb of light cradled there. The question died on her lips as Dawn fell into the light. "Surrender to peace," a voice chimed. "Surrender to pleasure. Surrender to Mesmeri." "Surrender," another voice murmured. Victoria Bell's office, Friday afternoon "So the news reports on Emily Salesburry shook her up?" Victoria surmised as Dawnstar finished her tale of what had happened on Thursday. The girl under discussion was still in the waiting room, being entertained by Kathy. They were the last of Doctor Bell's appointments for the day, but that didn't mean Victoria had any intention of rushing this. The superheroine nodded. "Yeah. I think what got to her was the name, Emily. It's not that hearing about that poor woman triggered any memories, but it brought it home that she's not Mesmeri's only victim. And that she didn't save them. It's not her fault. I know that and so does she, but we didn't become superheroes to shrug our shoulders and say that it's not our problem." "I've noticed," the psychiatrist murmured, amused, before her expression faltered. "I'm on Miss Salesburry's case, actually. It's a ... puzzling one." "Are you sure you should be telling me this?" Dawnstar asked carefully. Doctor Bell waved her concerns off. "Since you're keeping an eye out for any attempt by Mesmeri to get her claws into Sparkler again, you have a need to know. So yes, I am sure." She leaned back in her chair. "I was expecting to see an implanted chip, similar to Sparkler's, but instead Mesmeri went back to her old methods. We found one of her tailored drug-cocktails in Miss Salesburry's blood and one of those controller circuits taped to her spine. No different then what's she's been using for the last couple of years. It makes no sense!" "Uhm, I'm no expert, but maybe she's just burning through her inventory. Most supervillains don't have Regan Rathor's budget, you know. They can't afford to simply dump their old stuff," Dawnstar shrugged, "not if it still works." "But it didn't work! The drugs impaired her mental faculties to the point she couldn't remember the password, yet she kept trying to get in, because those were her orders. It's what got her caught. So why did Mesmeri not use her new technique on such a high value target? She knows the drawbacks of her old methods just as well as I do and she must have spent a lot of money developing that controller chip." The superheroine didn't respond right away. "Hmmm, it could be that there's a problem with this new gizmo. Or that Mesmeri is worried there's a problem. We did get Emily back and Mesmeri won't know exactly how it was done." Frowning, Victoria mulled it over. "She could wonder if Sparkler fought the programming and that's why she hasn't used it since. Then again, you could be right about her resources too. It could simply be that she can't afford to make another chip." "Such a waste," Doctor Bell sighed shaking her head. "Mesmeri was the foremost expert on mind-machine interfaces on the face of the planet. She could have made millions doing legitimate research, but instead she wastes her time and money on heists and schemes." Letting go of might-have-been's Victoria brought her attention back to the woman in front of her. "But enough about Mesmeri; what about you? How has your day been?" "Relaxing," was the superheroine's quick response. "I didn't do much," Dawn revealed with a frown. "I just, uh, hung around the house. I think I'm getting a bit spoiled having a roommate. Emily's been taking care of more and more of my chores and she's a better cook than I'll ever be. I'm going to miss her." "Miss her?" Dawnstar shrugged. "She's been doing good so I figure it's only a matter of time before she gets a clean bill of health and relocated to wherever the League wants her." "I'm glad to hear you think she's doing so well, and I agree. Though, even then, she's not at the final stage of her treatment. You'll be together for quite a while longer." The other woman gave a warm smile at hearing that. "Why don't I get Sparkler in here. I'm sure she's anxious to get today's session started." Something flickered in Dawnstar's expression, but, when she didn't say or do anything, Victoria proceeded to page Kathy, slightly mystified at Dawn's reaction. "Kathy, could you let Miss West in?" Silence greeted her request, silence which stretched out for several seconds before Kathy's voice finally piped up out of the speaker on her desk. "She's coming in now, Doctor." 'Huh, she sounds a little tired," Bell mused. "Must be looking forward to the weekend.' The door clicked open and Sparkler stepped into her office while Dawnstar finally got up from her seat and left. Victoria Bell didn't ponder her assistant's unusual lack of energy any further, and focused on her patient. "Good afternoon, Sparkler. Why don't you take a seat." She waited for the girl to get comfortable before continuing. "Dawnstar told me you had quite the shock the other day." Emily nodded but gave Victoria a brave smile. "Yes, I ... I didn't expect what happened ... that I'd be affected so much by a news article. But it helped me too." Giving an understanding nod, Doctor Victoria Bell settled down to help Emily work through this latest obstacle—though it sounded like Sparkler was already well on her way doing that on her own. In the back of her mind, she enjoyed the proof of a job well done. But the work wasn't finished yet. To Be Continued Heart of the Plan Ch. 03 Chapter 3 Dawn Sterner's apartment, Friday evening "Oof, I can't take another bite," Dawn said as she leaned back in her chair. "I can't believe I ate so much. It was delicious, don't get me wrong, but it felt like this was my first meal of the day!" Across the dinner table, Emily smiled at the compliment as she got up and started to clear the table. Dawn thought of getting up and helping her, but it was simply too tempting to let her roommate take care of everything. So the superheroine contended herself with simply watching the blonde work. "You're sure you told the doctor we hung out?" Emily asked after she came back from the kitchen. Instead of taking her old seat, though, she sat down on the one right next to Dawn. Sterner rolled her eyes. "That's the third time you asked me that and the answer's the same. Don't know why I told you in the first place, I'm pretty sure I shouldn't tell you what I'm telling the Doc about you." The superheroine frowned as she thought that over. 'I really shouldn't have. And why did I only talk about that? Why not mention that dream I had about Mesmeri?' Emily beamed a smile at her. "You told me because I asked, silly. And you told the good doctor what I told you to perfectly. She doesn't suspect a thing!" "Huh?" If that was a joke, Dawn didn't get it. The blonde moved her hand to the table, the motion catching Dawn's eye so that she glanced at it. Emily didn't do anything with it, though, simply laid it there palm-up. So the superheroine returned her attention to her roommate's face. Dawn wanted to look her in the eyes when she asked what she meant by that. Emily didn't give her the chance. "Surrender to the light," she said still smiling. The words weren't loud, yet they drowned out everything else. Dawn blinked, forgetting what she wanted to ask the blonde. 'Something about words, I think? Surrender No, what she said before.' Her eyes kept sliding away and down to the table, she had to force them back up. 'Surrender to the Light What did she say before that? Surrender She told someone? Surrender to the light I told someone?' Dawn's face slowly scrunched up as she tried to remember, tried to think. It was so difficult to think about anything but Emily's order. 'And what did she mean by surrender to the light? Surrender It feels like I know, but I can't ... Surrender to the light ... can't put it ... Surrender ... into words.' "What-What did you say?" Dawn managed to wrench the words out as she forced herself to look into Emily's eyes and nowhere else. It was important not to look away. 'Why is ... Surrender to the light ... that important? Surrender' "Shhhh. Don't speak, simply surrender to the light." This time the words left no room to think. Dawn's head swiveled away while her eyes zeroed in on Emily's empty hand and stayed there. Her mind was as empty as the hand and there was nothing wrong with that. An orb of light blazed into life and solved the riddle Dawn no longer remembered or cared about. All she wanted was stare into it and surrender. "Surrender." "It was cute seeing you fight the compulsion," a voice said. "But we really can't have you fight your training like that. This operation is too important to Mistress to let anything go wrong. So I think it's time you dream of surrender again. Dream of Mistress, Dawn. Dream of becoming Hers." "Hers." -------------------------------------------------- Dressed in her black-and-white catsuit that covered every part of her, Mesmeri sat on her throne before Dawn. Dawnstar cried out, her bosom heaving as she gasped for breath while her hand circled her clit. She knelt naked before the villainess, closer than before-'Before?'-her skin slick and shining from sweat. Mesmeri watched as Dawn debased herself before the regal figure. 'This ... This feels familiar. It shouldn't, ugh, it's not supposed to, oooh, feel sooo right. So close, hmmm, getting close to cumming right in front of Her eyes.' But nothing happened. The pleasure just built and Dawn couldn't remove her eyes from the woman on the throne. She kept silently begging for release, but She said nothing. All Mesmeri did was sit and watch the show Dawn was giving her, daring the brunette to say the word that was already on the tip of her tongue, the word that would set her free, The word that would bind her to Mistress. "Surrender," Dawn hissed when she gave in at last. "Surrender, surrender, surrender," she chanted as she timed her self-pleasuring to coincide with that repetition. "Surrender. Surrender, surrender, surrender." A plea, a vow, a need, it was all those things. But Dawn realized she was one thing more. "Yours!" Dawn cried out as her body tensed as it surrendered to pleasure completely. Dawn Sterner's apartment, Saturday morning Dawn kept her face under the hot spray, trying to wash last night's dream away. It didn't work, though; even now it roamed through her brain. It wouldn't be so bad if it was simply a dream. More insidious than the dream were the thoughts and emotions that came with it. Surrendering to a supervillain, wanting to be Mesmeri's ... The brunette bit her lip as a pleasant shiver ran through her body at the thought. 'No, stop that! You're not like that, you've never even fantasized about another woman. About kneeling before her ...' Dawn's hand slowly glided up her flank. 'Her on her throne, looking down on me. I show her everything ...' The hand slid over her breast, cupped it gently. 'Watches my fingers sink into my cunt ...' The word choice, so unlike her, startled Dawn. Her eyes flew open and she yanked her hand away like she'd burned it. "Get it together," Dawn chided herself. Her soft voice echoed in the tiled room, partially obscuring another sound that didn't register with the superheroine right away. 'Wait, was that the door? Didn't I lock it?' She turned around and opened the matte glass door of the shower stall to check. Instead, she came face-to-face with Emily. "Emily!" the brunette cried out as she jumped back. "What are you doing here?!" The younger woman didn't respond right away. Her gaze roamed unabashedly over Dawn's wet body, making Dawn even more uncomfortable. Finally, she looked back up and gave Dawnstar a smile like she hadn't just barged into the bathroom while the superheroine was taking a shower. 'Did I forget to lock it?' "Good morning," was her chipper response. Her hand rose, palm up, and Dawn's eyes were drawn to it as the blonde held it between them. That felt familiar, somehow, like they'd done this before. "Do you need something?" Dawn tried still looking at Emily's hand. "Yes," she repliedm and for a moment the brunette thought things were getting back to normal. Then the rest of the blonde's words hit her. "I need you to surrender to the light." 'Surrender? Light?' The questions were there, but they were distant and shrinking rapidly as Dawn's mind cleared of thought. Her body relaxed and the world fell away ... everything except the hand and the empty air above it. "Surrender," Dawn breathed. The light blazed into life and with it came a thought. "Dream of Mistress, Dawn. Dream of serving Her." -------------------------------------------------- Dressed in her black-and-white catsuit that covered every part of her, Mesmeri sat on her throne before Dawn. Her legs were crossed. The brunette cried out, her bosom heaving as she gasped for breath while her hand circled her clit. She knelt naked before the villainess, far closer than before. 'Before?' Her skin slick and shining from sweat. Mesmeri watched as Dawn debased herself before the regal figure. 'This ... This feels right. It mustn't, ugh, I shouldn't, oooh, want thisssss. But I do. So close, hmmm, getting close to cumming right in front of Her eyes.' But nothing happened, the pleasure just built, and Dawn couldn't remove her eyes from the woman on the throne, silent, as Dawn pleaded for permission, for a command. She said nothing, only uncrossed Her legs to reveal that Her outfit didn't cover everything after all. Her sex glistened, Her musk wafted into Dawn's nose. "Surrender." Dawn knew what Mistress meant by that simple word, understood what She wanted, and she was eager to comply. Her hands stilled, but she didn't remove them as she leaned over to close the final distance between them. She extended her tongue and lapped up the dew on Her temple. Her flavor filled Dawn's mouth and, without even touching herself, Mistress' slave came."Yours!" Dawn confirmed before she eagerly returned to her task. -------------------------------------------------- Dawn clicked on the confirmation button, and then proceeded to shut off her laptop. As the screen helpfully told her that it was doing just that, the brunette started to blink rapidly. 'I ... I feel funny ... And ... did I just order something? Wasn't I in the shower?' The brunette rubbed her head trying to remember and slowly the memories came back. 'I was, I heard a noise like someone was coming in... but it was nothing.' So she'd finished showering, gotten breakfast, and had spent the next few hours surfing until she'd found this thing she really wanted, like right now. 'Though that doesn't help me remember what it was. I wanted it, I needed it. What was it? It was ... it was something I have to have.' The certainty grew, reassuring her even as she still couldn't remember what it was. 'Does it really matter? I bought it.' That didn't make sense, yet it did settle it for Dawn. "All done?" Emily asked. Dawn looked up from her laptop and saw Emily sitting across from her with her own laptop opened up. "Yes, it is done." The words escaped her, yet the superheroine only vaguely grasped their meaning. She knew they had to do with the thing she'd just bought, but how did Emily know about it? Had she told the blonde about it? "Something's ... off, Emily. I ... did I tell you what I ordered?" the brunette asked, rubbing her forehead. "Shhh, don't you worry about that. Simply surrender to the light and everything will become clear." Every muscle in her head and neck seemed to twitch. The words touched something inside of Dawn, she could feel her confusion empty out. But that emotion, that suspicion, it meant something. She clung to that instinct and resisted. Dawn shook her head. "No, no. Something's off here, and ... and you're a part of it." Shakily, Dawnstar pushed herself up from her chair. "I'm sorry, I thought you were ready but it looks like that pesky resistance-training is kicking in." The words did nothing to ease Dawn's discomfort, and still there was this pull: a desire to empty her head and stare at the light. 'The light ... the light Emily showed me. And then, and then the dreams started. The dreams of me kneeling before Mistr-' Dawn shook her head again. "Emily, what's going on?" The brunette accompanied the stern question with an equally severe stare. The blonde only seemed miffed. "Surrender to the light," she shot back, raising her hands. Before Dawn had the chance to look away, an orb of light appeared between them. The light swirled and throbbed, dancing without ever moving, drawing Dawn in. Her worry, her confusion, her thoughts, all of it disappeared into its bright beauty, leaving relaxing emptiness behind. Her strength gone, the brunette sank back down into her chair. "Mistress was right again. We will need Her equipment to complete your training. In the meantime, though, I can do my part in getting you ready to become Hers. So dream of Mistress, Slave X, dream of surrender." Dressed in her black-and-white catsuit that covered every part of her, Mesmeri sat on her throne before Dawn. Her legs were crossed. The brunette cried out, her bosom heaving as she gasped for breath while her hand circled her clit ... Kathy Leverine's apartment, Saturday evening The blonde puttered around the apartment in her yummy sushi pajamas as her eyes kept wandering to her computer. Her roommate, Carmen, had gone out and Kathy wasn't expecting her back any time soon; she had the place to herself; she could watch it now. Kathy nervously licked her lips as she pressed the button. The screen lit up and, in about a minute, the computer had finished booting up. Opening her browser, the blonde's fingers typed out the address. She'd stumbled upon it when she'd been doing research for Doctor Bell. In fact, she'd found it the day before, after something Emily had said ... Doctor Bell's assistant frowned, her pinky floating over the Enter key. 'What did she say? She didn't think it was important, it was just some throwaway comment, but it was. I spotted the clue, I followed it here ... ' Her gaze floated about as Kathy tried to fill the puzzling gaps in her memory. She was not a ditz, even though her looks and mannerisms often led others to think so. Doctor Bell had seen that; it's why she got hired. Yet now, for the life of her, Kathy couldn't recall a fact she was sure she'd known only minutes before. 'Or did I?' Puzzlement grew into worry as the blonde became lost in the fuzzy mist that was her conversation with Emily West. 'And why am I so eager to see this video anyway? I'm not into any of that stuff, and if it was for work I'd have watched it yesterday.' Her eyes caught the web address she'd typed in and it was like the sun came up, evaporating her mystification as if it had never been there. The site loaded quickly and the Flash video started up. Kathy already knew what it was about, it showed the brainwashing of Emily Salesburry by Mesmeri. How it had gotten online, the blonde did not know, but she wasn't surprised either. Videos like this one got out from time to time, and there was an audience for them. 'But I'm not that audience,' Kathy reflected as the naked figure of Emily came to life on the screen. She was reclining in something that reminded Kathy of a dentist's chair with her arms supported on armrests and her legs stretched out. Her eyes were wide open and staring at something outside the frame, shining with emotion. 'Arousal,' she realized as her focus flicked down to her smallish breasts and then back up. "Obedience is peace." Kathy jumped at the words coming from her speakers. They sounded very loud in the silent apartment. "Obedience is pleasure," Emily continued in a breathy voice. "Obedience is peace. Obedience is pleasure. Obedience is peace." The young woman droned on, never changing her tune. It should be boring, but the blonde found herself staring at the screen with rapt attention. "That's enough for now," a cultured voice spoke up. Kathy blinked, wondering who that was before looking down at her hand. It had slipped into her pajamas at some point and was caressing her tummy. "Open your legs for me," the voice commanded, drawing Doctor Bell's assistant's attention back to the screen. "Yes, mistress," Emily responded. 'No, not Emily. She's a slave now. Mesmeri's property,' Kathy realized as the brunette congressional staffer opened her legs with glee to give the supervillainess an unobstructed view of her wet sex. Mesmeri strutted into view, clad in her characteristic black-and-white catsuit, drawing Emily and Kathy's attention to her. Her hand caressed the brunette's stomach, coincidentally copying what Kathy's hand's was doing. "There's a good slave. Now, let's test how wet you are for me." The hand slid down slowly and Doctor Bell's assistant tracked its progress without blinking. Kathy gasped when it finally dipped into her pussy, only now realizing her own hand had been mimicking Mesmeri's actions. "You're very wet for me, aren't you?" "Yes," they confirmed. "I'm pleased." Mesmeri's hand retreated, Kathy's didn't. "Start playing with your pussy and tell me what you are." A hand started circling her clit. "I am yours, Mistress. Your slave, your servant, your tool." "And who are you?" "Yours, Mistress." -------------------------------------------------- The smell of her own sweat and arousal filled her nose, her eyes stung from staring too long at the screen, as Kathy rewatched the video. She knew it by heart now, knew what would come next, anticipated it as she rode her fingers, yet the thrill of seeing a second slave mount Emily's head was still surprisingly deep. Kira's black skin and toned body were a sharp contrast with Emily's more petite form, yet the former's expression was as obedient and blissfull as Emily's had been before her face disappeared between Kira's strong thighs. "Now, Emily, show your fellow slave how happy you are to be mine," Mesmeri ordered from off to the side. "Thank her thoroughly for all the trouble she went through to bring you to me." A muffled "Yes, Mistress" could be heard just before a moan from Kira drowned out all other sounds. Her hips twitched, and Kathy rubbed her clit as she knew what was to come next, while Kira leaned forward a little deeper but didn't use her arms to support herself. The dark amazon's hands instead slid up to her breasts and started to knead them, and she stared straight into the camera with half-lidded eyes as she did so. "Thank you, Mistress," she breathed while riding her fellow slave. Kathy had seen this very scene several times now, and each time there had been something different to draw her attention, something new that had struck the blonde. This time a new insight hit her as she watched Emily's chin move as she ate out Kira:'You can't actually tell it is her from this angle. If you hadn't seen the whole scene, and only this part here, it could be any woman. It, it could even be me!' Her hand hadn't stopped once as she'd watched and rewatched the video, only slowed down and sped up as her arousal ebbed and surged like the waves of a sea. Now her entire body stilled as the idea, the image, thundered through Doctor Bell's assistant. Kathy, sitting in that chair, naked, brainwashed, eating out another woman because Mesmeri wanted her to, because Mistress ordered her to. A bomb exploded between her ears as thought ceased and ecstasy filled her until it overflowed. She simply sat there, climaxing, watching two women obey and loving every second of it. The moment passed, and Kathy finally slumped in her chair, satisfied at last. Her gaze drifted away from the screen as she found the strength to move the mouse and close the video. Her mind was clearing, and it finally dawned on her what she'd been doing. The video she'd been watching had been real, not fiction. It had shown real people, real ... victims. And she'd been gotten off of it. Kathy shuddered as the memory licked at her. She needed to think about this, she really did, but not right now. "No, I need a shower now," she concluded. She got up, but hesitated. 'I should delete the link, get rid of the temptation.' Kathy made no move to do that. 'Except, no, it can wait. Tomorrow, I'll do it tomorrow after Carmen's left. When I'm alone for a few hours again.' Walking away from the computer, Kathy ignored the anticipation her plan awoke. Dawn Sterner's apartment, Monday evening "You're doing so well, Slave X," Emily cooed to Dawn before kissing her tummy. "Doctor Bell still doesn't suspect anything." The dark-haired heroine squirmed slowly as Emily's mouth traveled lower. The superheroine couldn't see what the blonde was doing, only feel it, because of the helmet planted on her head. It looked like one of those virtual reality headsets and was connected to a laptop sitting on the nightstand next to the bed she was laying on. The very laptop Dawn had used to order the headset from one of Mistress' shell companies at Emily's command. With her own communications still scrutinized, it had been necessary to have Dawn do it all using her own computer. And the piece of equipment was necessary because, despite appearances, Dawn was still fighting obedience. 'Not in everything. She falls into trance readily enough now, and forgets anything is amiss the moment she leaves it. I saw to that this weekend. It would have been a disaster if she'd gotten suspicious again in the Doctor's office. She took to my little suggestion to shave very well,' Emily noted as she laved Dawn's pussy with some attention. 'Hmmm, it's been too long since I've tasted a woman.' Heart of the Plan Ch. 03 "Nooooo," Dawn drawled faintly. "N-not that ... I'm ... Dawn ... S-S-Sterner. Dawn Sterner." 'And other lessons she's still fighting,' Emily noted with a frown. 'She dreams of submitting to Mesmeri, fantasizes about it. But my skills simply aren't enough to get her any further.' "You are Slave X," the blonde spoke up. The headset caught Emily's words, laced them with subliminals, before passing them on to Dawn. "You have no other identity until Mistress says so." Having said that, Emily returned her attention to Dawn's pussy to distract the entranced woman so the words could sink in without giving the superheroine the chance to think them over first. "Emily, please ... oooh ... shhhhtop," she breathed even as her hips rose to meet the blonde's eager tongue. "Ungh ... help me. You ... Doctor Bell ... she helped you?!" Dawn sounded so confused, so helpless. She wasn't tied to the bed; nothing stopped her from using her powerful legs to kick Emily clear across the room and ripping the helmet off ... nothing, except Dawn. It had been Dawn who had closed the curtains, cutting off her chance to recharge her power. And then she'd hovered in the middle of the living room, staring into Emily's light as she'd played with her own gorgeous tits to waste all that precious solar energy. Emily juiced at the memory. Her own pussy cried for attention, for release. 'Soon, very soon, once Mistress is done teaching Dawn her proper place. Then we can start to instruct her in how to please Her. She'll be so eager to learn.' She shivered with anticipation. 'I was.' Dawn was still babbling. "You're not ..." "We are," the blonde interrupted. "We both are Hers," she emphasized. "I surrendered to obedience, I surrendered to pleasure. I surrender to Mesmeri with every breath." Relentlessly Emily flipped the triggers she'd spent so much time putting into Dawn. Even without seeing her face, Mesmeri's slave could tell they hit home: Dawn's pussy twitched with every sentence.The blonde pressed on. "You've already tasted it. In your dreams, in your fantasies." Her hands began to slowly trace meaningless patterns on Dawn's bronzed stomach. "You want it. You need it. To be Hers; to surrender to Her and let Her will become your will." Emily's own heart sped up as the words poured out. They felt so true. She could see herself again, kneeling before Mistress in the uniform She liked. Wet, slick, Hers. Her heart burst as she recalled the moment Mistress had given her her name. Emily. Her voice had grown rough from emotion. "Surrender." Looking up past Dawn's soft mounds, the blonde saw the superheroine's jaw working; open, and then closed, without a sound escaping her lips. Open, closed. Not a whisper. Dawn's body went limp, her features slackened beneath the headset. "Surrender," Dawn echoed. "Surrender. I surrender. I surrender to you. I surrender to You. I surrender to You." With a grin, Emily returned her mouth to the dark bombshell's sex. Dawn would move past the need to say such things soon enough. Then she'd just know it. 'No, that's not right. Slave X will know.' To Be Continued Heart of the Plan Ch. 04 Chapter 4 Kathy Leverine's apartment, Monday afternoon Opening the door to her apartment, Kathy announced she was home, only to receive no reply. "Carmen?" She listened carefully but heard nothing, not even from the shower. Her roommate wasn't home. There was no note stickied to refrigerator; it was only then that Kathy remembered to check her voicemail. Fishing out her cellphone, she turned it on to see that, yes, there was a message waiting for her. "Hey, roommie, just calling to let you know that work's a little crazy right now. Won't bore you with the details, but I won't be eating diner at home tonight. Should be back before midnight, though. Anyway, yeah, bye." "It was your turn to cook tonight," Kathy grumbled at her phone, which couldn't do anything about it of course, except help her order take-out. Which she was going to do, right after she did something she'd been dying to do all day. While the computer booted up, Kathy reflected on how miserable she'd felt that morning. She hadn't stuck to her resolution and had watched that video again and again during the weekend, whenever the opportunity presented itself. Carmen almost caught her one time, but even that didn't deter her. So when Monday morning rolled around, Kathy had felt so bad. She might not directly help people like the women in that video, but she did support helping them with her job as Doctor Bell's assistant. She shouldn't have been so, so ... turned on by what she'd seen. She should've been horrified by the video, sorry for those women. A part of her had been scared Doctor Bell would notice, that she'd take one look at her and call her a pervert, then fire her. Another part had wanted to tell the psychiatrist everything. She'd know how to make Kathy stop feeling so tempted by what she'd seen on that video, right? But it hadn't been Doctor Bell who had helped. Kathy smiled as she remembered Emily, Emily West that is, listening patiently to her hushed ramblings. She didn't know why she'd told the recovering superheroine everything, just that it felt like the thing she should do, what she had to do. Doctor Bell's assistant's breathing slowed down as she recalled the sound of the blonde's voice. It had been calm, quiet, soothing. Kathy didn't remember the words Emily had used, not exactly, but it didn't matter. What mattered was how understanding Emily had been of her feelings. The other blonde had assured Doctor Bell's assistant that it was all right to have these feelings, to enjoy them in private, so that people who might not understand wouldn't have to judge her. Armed with that explanation, Kathy knew she shouldn't tell the doctor. And the rest of the day had simply breezed by as she actually looked forward to tonight and some alone time with her computer. 'So, take-out or ... something to take the edge off," the blonde pondered, her eyes shifting from the phone to the pc. The computer's hum filled her apartment soon after while Kathy slipped into something more comfortable and accessible. She settled on a pink bathrobe, and didn't bother tying the belt together. Anticipation coiled in her tummy. As she typed the URL from memory, she noticed the browser didn't seem to recognize it from its history. 'Huh, strange, and now it's prompting me to install something?' Kathy bit her lip in indecision. 'Installing strange software is a big no-no. Doctor Bell even warned me about that, but ...' For some reason a memory of Sparkler's face popped into her head, nodding approvingly. Light shimmered around her, bathing her in agreement. Her right hand clicked yes and windows flashed by on the screen too quickly to follow.The video finally started, distracting Kathy from her worry about what she'd just done. But it wasn't Emily Salesburry that appeared on the blonde's screen. Instead, Mesmeri's face, covered in her distinctively patterned black-and-white mask, looked back at Kathy. 'Should have listened to Doctor Bell, I'm so stupid. But this nothing I can't fix. Whatever mc-worm I just installed isn't going to snag me easily. Doctor Bell taught me enough to resist it long enough for me to get rid of it ... or shut off the pc and call the League's tech-support, but that's a last resort.' She made to do exactly that, but for some reason her hands seemed to go so slow. Her worry grew, there was something off here. "Obedience is peace. Obedience is pleasure." Mesmeri sounded like she was sharing an intimate secret with the blonde. Kathy shivered as the words trickled down her spine, making her tingle all over. 'Maybe I should let the professionals handle this.' Her body, though, still moved oh so slowly. "Remember the light, and open yourself to me, Kathy." Doctor Bell's assistant didn't really register that the supervillainess had just mentioned her name. A door opened in her mind and the memory of a swirling mass of light danced into her consciousness, wiping away her second thoughts right alone with all the others. She shrugged off her robe and spread her legs while every muscle in her body relaxed. Her mind was peaceful, and peace was obedience. Arousal, thick and heady, welled up inside of her. "Yes, Mistress." "There's a good doll." Doll smiled wider at the praise, not bothering to marvel at how Mesmeri had heard her. "Start playing with your pussy and tell me ... everything I want to know. And everything I should know," Mesmeri added as Doll's fingers sank into her wetness, "starting with every security measure our good Dr. Bell has taken to keep this from happening." The blonde nodded happily as her mouth started divulging secrets Doctor Bell had trusted her to keep. Her mind too lost in obedience-lust to figure out this was a betrayal of the person she admired. Victoria Bell's condominium and office, Thursday morning "The patient has responded to our treatment as expected. After the last of the Mesmerizine was flushed out of her system, the patient regained her faculties and showed no lingering desire for her assailant. Unfortunately, while the patient has only fragmented memories of her time as Mesmeri's victim, the knowledge that someone toyed with her mind and body has left the patient traumatized." Doctor Bell paused her recording there to organize her thoughts. Not mentioning Miss Salesburry's name in her own notes was simply one more precaution she took to ensure the privacy of her patients. Given who she treated, Victoria felt her paranoia was fully justified. The disaster of even one of the numerous local supervillains getting their hands on the intimate secrets her patients divulged was too terrible to think about. So she had shielded her office from eavesdropping, x-ray vision, even astral projection. Doctor Bell didn't record her sessions, either-though it was standard practice-because of the danger of those recordings falling into the wrong hands. The only records she kept were these anonymized case-files that she stored on an encrypted data-drive which she kept on or near her person at all times, with another copy stored safely on the Skyfortress and updated whenever she had business there. Metis, her cat, decided to help lift Victoria's mood by sitting in her lap and demanding the attention of her hands. She gave the feline a rueful shake of her head, which was ignored with royal dignity until the psychiatrist relented. Metis purred as those digits set themselves to the task they were so obviously designed for. Chuckling and shaking her head at the cat's antics, Doctor Bell went back to work. "This reaction is not surprising and I feel that, given the right counseling, the patient will make a full recovery. I am not sure yet if Doctor Nevris or Doctor O'Reilly is the best choice for the patient. I must admit I tempted to take her case on myself, despite the distance involved. It presents me with a riddle, one I still haven't been able to crack. I am missing something ..." The raven haired psychiatrist nibbled on her lip as she thought that last sentence over. It was a feeling that had gotten stronger in the last few days. But her instinct was maddeningly vague on the details, giving her no clue where to look. The beep of her com system was a welcome distraction from her fruitless ruminations. They had no place in her notes, anyway. Victoria had to juggle accepting the call with one hand while the other kept stroking Metis; but she had enough experience with that to execute the maneuver without alerting her owner that she was, in fact, not giving all of her attention to the cat. "Good morning, Kathy," Victoria greeted her assistant. "Good morning, Doctor." The blonde's voice was as sunny as ever, a sharp contrast to the steady drizzle ticking on her windows. "I'm calling about the seminar in Jeanville this weekend. The local police there are asking if you could give a workshop on how to approach mind control victims." Doctor Bell searched her memory, but couldn't recall why the Jeanville police would be concerned about that. The only supervillain that operated regularly there was Ordac the Bouncer, and his modus operandi was smash and grab. "Uhm ... I can't recall any supervillains using those methods operating in Jeanville." "I was thinking the same thing, but their chief explained it to me. They're not too far from Grant City, and they've been getting hints that Doctor Nightmare is expanding his operation into their town. They want to be ready if that really is the case." "I see," Victoria sighed. "That's why they want me on such short notice?" "He seemed really worried," was her assistant's prompt response. The psychiatrist winced. 'Great, there goes another weekend.' But she didn't say that. "I don't think I have any other appointments, right?" "No, that's why I told him you'd check your schedule. But you've been working really hard lately and I noticed you were looking a little tired the other day. It's a long trip; I'm sure Chief Oranna understands if you can't make it." The concern in Kathy's voice was obvious, and Victoria had to smile in gratitude at how much the blonde cared. On the other hand, she didn't feel as tired as Kathy obviously thought she was. Did she? "Thank you, but I'm fine. You can tell ... Chief Oranna was it? You can tell him that I'm delighted to educate his people on this matter." "Okay, I'll set it up! Oh, and a visit to a nice spa on the day after. I don't want to see you back at work 'til Monday, Doc," Kathy said with mock sternness. "When you put it like that, how could I refuse? Alright, do the arrangements and make sure I have plenty of time between my ..." "... last appointment and flight departure so you won't rush the session or race through traffic," her assistant finished for her. "I know, I know. Don't worry about a thing, just let me handle this, Doctor Bell." "Of course. I suppose it was a good thing you did go to the office this morning, but I don't want you stuck there all day when I'm working from home. Take the rest of the day off and I'll see you at the office tomorrow morning. Goodbye." -------------------------------------------------- "Bye!" Kathy Leverine closed the channel and started bringing up Doctor Bell's schedule to put her trip in. She'd call Chief Oranna after that to give him the good news. 'Hmmm, what was his number again?' The blonde's hands stilled on the keyboard as she racked her brain for it. 'Uhhh ... Come on, think, he only told you half an hour ago ... I think.' Her eyes were now staring into space as she focused inward chasing the strangely elusive memory. 'Or was it a few hours ago? Last night, maybe?' Kathy didn't understand. She was not a ditz and prided herself on her excellent memory. Yet now, it was growing more fuzzy the harder she tried. 'When did he call me?' Doctor Bell's assistant struggled to remember, but found her recollection of the call only grew more fuzzy. 'Or was it an email?' Yet even as that memory sunk into the morass of oblivion, another came to the fore. It grew and twirled in her mind, demanding her attention. 'Can I have imagined it?' a distracted Kathy wondered. 'It was ... so clear.' The memory ... the light ... continued to grow. She couldn't look away, didn't see a need to. 'So beautiful.' It flashed and pulsed in an intricate dance, wiping away her unease. 'I ... I did good.' A hand tapped the keyboard, closing the window that showed Doctor Bell's unaltered schedule. 'I arranged her trip. It's all taken care of.' A contented smile appeared beneath her glazed eyes. 'I don't need to worry. I can forget now. Forget.' Kathy sunk in her chair as she relaxed. It felt so good to forget, so peaceful. The blonde sat there in the empty waiting room, staring at a light only she could see. Her hands went to the keyboard and began typing out an address and message, Kathy didn't see what it said; she didn't care. Then she clicked "send" and, with a happy sigh, she forgot about that too. Kathy Leverine's apartment, Thursday afternoon For once, she didn't feel the need to slip behind the computer and watch that video again. Kathy didn't question it and simply changed into some comfortable sweats and had picked up a book she'd been meaning to finish. Curled up on the couch, she'd only just cracked the paperback open when the door chime went off. "Perfect timing," the blonde grumbled folding the corner of the page again and leaving it on the couch while she got up and jogged to the door. She opened the door, ready to make clear in tone if not word that whoever had rung the chime wasn't welcome, but froze when she actually saw her visitor. A tall African-American woman, her long hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing a blue delivery uniform, looked back at her. She was carrying a large carton seemingly without effort, but it wasn't that minor feat of strength that gave Kathy pause. It was the familiarity of her features. She'd seen this woman before somewhere. "Who ...?" Doctor Bell's assistant broke off when it finally hit her where she'd seen this dark beauty before. On the video, on the video of Emily and Mesmeri. She was one of the supervillainess' slaves. Her breath caught in her throat as a pleasant shiver ran through her at that last thought. "Kira," the blonde breathed. 'What is she doing here?' That thought was laced with panic. "Obedience is peace," Kira announced. "Obedience is pleasure." That response was reflexive and calming. Kathy knew the words well, she'd heard them enough. Kira smiled. It was a pretty smile. "Open yourself to the light." Kathy didn't even have to ask what she meant. A beautiful spectacle blossomed in her mind, a riveting dance of light that scoured her mind clean and left Doll peaceful, aroused, and ready to serve. Her shoulders twitched as the blonde realized she was indecently clothed, but the desire to get rid of her unflattering sweats warred with the command not to draw any suspicion. And undressing in the hallway would certainly do that. It wasn't much of a contest. Doll obeyed, the clothes stayed on. "You're alone?" "Yes." "Good. Let us in and close the door once we're all inside." "I obey." Letting her eyes stray from Kira at last Doll realized there were three more women dressed in the same uniform standing in the hallway. Two of them were carrying a box similar in size to Kira's between them while a slender brunette had a smaller box. She stepped aside and watched them file into her apartment. She noticed each of them was wearing a silver chain around their neck. 'A personal gift of Mistress.' Her own throat feeling very bare, she closed the door after Kira was through. A wave of delight pooled in her pussy at fulfilling the order and the blonde no longer missed anything. "How long before your roommate comes home," Kira enquired after setting her burden down. "Uh, five hours." Kira nodded, looking pleased at the answer, and looked over at her companions. "Amanda, Miriam, Lin, assemble the chair in one of the bedrooms. You have four hours." Her gaze swiveled back to Doll. "As for you, Mistress has a special video she composed just for you." Happiness swelled in Doll's chest and she straightened up. "But first, get undressed." "I obey," Doll cried as she hastily started to pull her shirt up. The blonde did make sure, however, as she shimmied out of her pants, to turn aside so that Kira's admiring eyes got a good look at her butt while she did that. Dolls were meant to be played with, and the blonde was sure Kira knew all sorts of fun games. She'd seen her in action after all. -------------------------------------------------- The click-clack of the door unlatching alerted Kathy-doll that her roommie had arrived. Command pulled her up to greet Carmen, her book simply dropped onto the couch. The blonde hadn't been reading it anyway. "And how was your day?" Kathy-doll asked with a smile as she approached Carmen. Each step sent a gentle tug through the imaginary string wrapped around her clit, and each tug drew her closer to her target. "Same old, same old," the dark-haired woman grouched as she kicked off her shoes. "I'm really not a Friday person, and neither is that prick Stephenson judging from how he kept getting on my case. If it wasn't the lighting, or the slogan, then it was the fucking font. Bastard!" Kathy-doll nodded along as Carmen gesticulated, moving ever closer to her while she did that. More strings now, threaded through her nipples, reeling her in. The blonde palmed the device Kira had given her, she noticed her hand was clammy. 'Nerves?' Her roommate turned her attention to Kathy. "You look like your day was a lot better. What did you do today?" 'Hmmm, more like done to me.' Her smile got wider at the memories. Mistress' voice whispering in her ear, attaching strings to all the right places, making her do things, to herself, to Kira, and now, to Carmen. The strings thrummed, her pussy juiced. Carmen stopped, her head reared back a little. Had she seen something in Kathy-doll's eyes, some clue what the blonde was about to do? Or maybe her roommate had noticed she wasn't wearing anything under her sweats. Kathy-doll wasn't worried as she closed the final gap between them and her arm-string was pulled; the immobilizer came up, zapped, and her roommate's puzzled expression turned surprised before she toppled over like a felled tree. The blonde watched her go do down, then met Carmen's gaze as she looked up at her friend. There was astonishment there at first, quickly mixing with anger, fear, betrayal. 'She thinks I did this.' The thought ghosted through Kathy-doll's mind as Mistress' slaves began to file out from the other rooms. Looking at her roommate, the blonde knew she should do something. Yet, a doll didn't do things; not on her own. She simply did what her puppetmistress wanted her to do. Something was nagging Kathy-doll: a memory? The strings pulled again, and Kathy-doll obeyed. The immobilizer dropped to the floor, followed by her clothes. 'Now she knows I wasn't wearing anything underneath.' One hand went for her tit, kneading it, tweaking the teat. Kathy-doll groaned. The other hand parted her folds, giving Carmen a great look at the blonde's shaven slot, a finger slid down, entered her. The fear in Carmen's eyes grew; humiliation flushed through the blonde's body, giving her pleasure a hot edge. Hands picked her roommate up and started to carry her away. Carmen was running out of time; soon she'd be a slave, just like Katy ... 'The Doctor wouldn't want that.' That thought bothered the blonde. It threatened her. Doctor Bell's assistant turned her head to follow Carmen's limp form even as her hands kept up their activities. They were carrying her through the door, Kathy needed to do something now! A command pulled her gaze away, directed it up and to the ceiling. More pleasure flooded straight into her head, another finger joined the first. More strings, plucking, wrapped around her, pulling, threaded through her flesh, tugging. Her jaw went slack, her eyes rolled up. Heart of the Plan Ch. 04 A new string, glowing, dancing, dragged Kathy away, leaving Doll to stand in the middle of her living room. Doll rode her fingers as something started to hum in Carmen's bedroom; drool glided down her chin. She didn't notice. TO BE CONTINUED Heart of the Plan Ch. 05 Chapter 5 Victoria Bell's office, Friday afternoon "Here is your plane ticket-you'll notice it leaves in two hours-and this is your reservation for Grant City's finest resort. It's gotten some glowing reviews," her assistant confided to Victoria as she handed over the papers. "But I'd like hear yours, too." "Thank you. I'll give you my own on Monday. Now, if the League calls ..." "... I've already told them where you're going and not to call them unless its a genuine, can't-wait-till-Monday, emergency," Kathy supplied. "Relax, Doctor, the last big crisis was only two weeks ago. We should be good 'til next month at least before another hits." Victoria fell silent for a moment. 'I wonder; is there a world out there where such a statement would be seen as ludicrous? Where demonic invasions, alien landings, and, of course, supervillains trying to conquer the world aren't something to be talked about like whether it is going to rain?' The psychiatrist tried for a moment to imagine what that would look like, but gave up when she couldn't. "And it's not like I'm the only expert at their disposal. Yes, you're right; I should stop fussing and enjoy this." She held up Kathy's gift. "Alright, then I'm off. Have a nice weekend, Kathy." "You too, Doctor Bell," the blonde returned with an impish smile. Doctor Bell got as far as the elevator when work reared its head again. She'd concluded Sparkler's session about fifteen minutes ago, and Victoria had expected Emily and her mentor to be out of the building by now. When the elevator opened, however, Dawnstar was in it. "Oh, hey, Doc; was wondering if I would still catch you." She made no motion to get out, so Victoria stood there wondering where to go now. "Ehm, did you forget something?" She couldn't see what that would be, not like there were pockets on the superheroine's costume. "No, no; but get in. You told me you were going to Jeanville, to help the police there, so I'll ride the lift down and we can talk on the way." "Of course." Doctor Bell joined the superheroine. Pushing the button for the garage, she turned to Dawnstar. "Talk about what? And where is Sparkler?" "On her way home, I didn't want to ask this with her around 'cause I want it to be a surprise." "Ah, I see. Sparkler has progressed quite nicely, hasn't she?" "She has, and I'm thinking she might be ready to get back into the saddle again." Mentally reviewing her notes, Doctor Bell gave a considering nod. "Has she broached the subject with you?" Dawnstar shook her head. "Nah, but she's been sharing tales of her exploits lately. I guess that means the whole fighting crime-thing ain't a painful subject with her anymore. Right?" She gave Victoria a questioning look. The elevator came to a stop and the doors glided open. "It can be an indicator. I know she's also started training," Doctor Bell noted as she turned into the direction her car was parked. "How is that going? Sparkler herself seems to think she'll need a couple of months to get back into her old form." "More like a week, she's already there. It's just the confidence issue, and that's not really going to go away until she's faced down a mugger or two." 'And if I "independently" decide that she's ready for active duty, it should help her on that front,' Victoria added mentally as she fished her car keys out of her pocket. "Very well, I'll think about it over the weekend." With a whoop, her car disengaged its alarm and unlocked. "That's all I ask. Have a nice trip, doc!" Giving her a wave, Dawnstar walked away. Returning the wave, Victoria turned the car key and her car coughed. Frowning, she tried again with the same result. 'Oh, no.' The raven-haired psychiatrist tried to start her car a third time, only to get the same result. Looking over the hood, pondering whether to call her assistant or a cab, Victoria noticed Dawnstar coming back. "Car trouble?" Nodding, Victoria stepped out. "Yes. Not a big emergency; I have more than enough time to call a cab and have it take me to the airport." "Or, you could ask your friend, who happens to be able to fly, to take you there and spare yourself the expense." "Ah, thank you for the offer, but I also have luggage, and you only have two hands." Dawnstar simply rolled her eyes. "Then I make two trips: First you, then your stuff. It's no big deal. I fly people all the time." Biting her lip, Victoria considered. The cab fair wasn't an issue. The opportunity to experience flight like that, though, that was very rare. In truth, it was too good an opportunity to turn down. "How can I say no now?" she chuckled ruefully. "Okay then, here we go!" Dawnstar announced before gently picking her up and lifting off. "Whoa," escaped her as they drifted more than flew out of the underground garage and into the open air. But as the first rays of sunlight reached them, Dawnstar sped up, pressing Victoria close to her to shield her from the wind. Buildings streaked past, and the wind nipped at her clothes. Victoria tried to look ahead but gave it up quickly as her eyes teared up. "Ah, could you slow down a bit?" she asked into Dawnstar's chest. But the brunette didn't seem to hear her, because she said nothing nor did she slow down. At least Victoria thought the superheroine hadn't heard her, because not long after, she could feel them decelerate. She looked up again just in time to have a building fill her vision. Dawnstar flew them straight through an open window, then came to an abrupt stop. "What-?" Her question was cut off by the superheroine, who planted her in a metal chair whose restraints clicked into place the moment they registered her presence followed by a helmet, complete with thick goggles and headphones, sliding down to hold her head in place. "What, what is the meaning of this?" Victoria reflexively tried to yank her arms out of the metal cuffs. This should have been easy, since there was more than enough room between them and her skin, but they wouldn't budge. Glancing at her right wrist, the Doctor noticed the distorted air. 'Ah, a force field. The helmet is blocking the hum.' It also meant she wouldn't escape out of this contraption using brute strength. Looking back up, she noted Dawnstar still hadn't answered her. Not that she expected her to; what was going on was quite clear to the psychiatrist now that she'd had a moment to recover her wits. A door opened to the side and Victoria's eyes darted in that direction to see which supervillain had managed to get to Dawnstar. But the woman padding into what Victoria now realized was a bedroom-the bed in front of her was a dead giveaway-wasn't wearing any sort of costume. She wasn't wearing anything at all! 'Another victim,' Victoria supposed as her mind began analyzing this new arrival. 'Hispanic, in her twenties, average height, fairly athletic build, looks healthy, attractive ... and familiar, I've seen her somewhere before. Eyes are dilated, cheeks flushed, nipples fully erect,' her eyes lowered a bit, 'fully aroused. Mind control with a prominent sexual component; that narrows down the list of who could have done this considerably.' Doctor Bell's attention returned to the woman's face, and her mind froze as she finally recognized who it was. "Carmen Artiles," she whispered. Kathy's roommate. Kathy Leverine's apartment, Friday afternoon There was no way to tell how much time had passed, but Victoria was getting slightly bored waiting for something to happen. Both Dawnstar and Carmen had left the bedroom, closing the door behind them, leaving the psychiatrist alone. The only thing that had changed in all that time was the chair, which had molded itself into a more comfortable seat. 'Smart metal. Force fields restraints. This contraption must have cost a fortune.' Yet it had not been activated. Victoria ran through her exercises regardless, just in case. She visualized her defenses once more. Doctor Bell stood on the castle walls and looked out over the maze of thorn-bushes and the misty forests beyond. Within armored giants stood, guarding a pedestal with a book on it. Any intruder would think it a fitting symbol for the mind of a scholar; and dismiss the two simple doors beyond it. One of those lead to her mind, walking through the other would deposit you back in the forest. These visualizations were, of course, only metaphors for what Victoria had built up in years of study and training, but imaging this way made it easy to check them over and spot any attempts to subvert her mind. Seeing that everything was in order, Doctor Bell returned to the topic of her captor's tactics. It made no sense to give Victoria this much time; they had to know she would be missed eventually. Of course, eventually might not be as fast as she had thought, certainly not before Carmen walked in. Doctor Bell realized that, if this was Kathy's apartment, then her own assistant might be compromised. It shouldn't have been possible; Victoria had trained her to resist mind control. Yet if it was, rescue might be days away. She took a deep breath. 'Settle down. This might actually be a tactic to soften me up. Letting me worry and think myself into defeat before whoever did this even starts. And it's not going to be days. They'll need to use drugs to break me fast enough not to be missed. And the moment they enter my bloodstream, I'm safe.' The identity of her abductor was an interesting distraction for all of five minutes. It could be Mindcracker, Professor Hypnos, or perhaps Mesmeri. Then again, Hypnos sold as many inventions as he used himself, and the list of people that would want a mole in the League was as tall as the Statue of Freedom. 'But I'm not going to let that happen. I will get out of this!' The bedroom door she could barely see on her left swung open again, and in filed Carmen, Dawnstar, and Kathy. Of the three, only Dawnstar was wearing something. Doctor Bell refused to give voice to her dismay, and watched silently as Carmen and the superheroine got onto the bed while her assistant moved out of sight. Kathy's roommate maneuvered Dawnstar to sit on the bed, her back leaning against the headboard, and lifted her breasts out of her costume. All of it in full view of Victoria, who, in turn, was barely paying attention to the show in front of her. 'I've got my answer as to why my kidnapper wanted to wait now. He was waiting for Kathy to get here so they could rub it in by having her start the device.' The lines of code rapidly scrolling down the goggles a few moments later, accompanied by white noise, confirmed her suspicion. Her assistant padded back into view, crawled onto the bed and began licking and sucking on the breast that didn't have Carmen's lips fastened to it. 'Like that is going to distract me,' Victoria scoffed. Her attention was firmly fixed on dissecting whatever subliminals they must be pumping in. She was poised for everything. Doctor Bell had encountered numerous techniques working for the League. And while it was impossible for even a trained mind like hers to stop them from filtering in, she could actually notice the process and resist. So her ears listened for snatches of speech in the buzz the earphones produced. Her eyes looked for patterns, yet never focused on one place too long, precisely to break any such pattern. What Victoria hadn't expected was for a woman clad only in a white silken robe to appear out of thin air. She bestowed a small smile on Victoria. "Doctor Bell, I presume?" -------------------------------------------------- "I have always wanted to say that," the woman joked. Her face was ... not familiar, exactly ... but the psychiatrist was certain she'd seen it somewhere before. Ignoring the woman's mirth, Victoria dug into her memories to put a name with the face, at last coming up with it: "Mesmeri." "In the flesh," the supervillainess admitted with a little bow. Both the move and her words seemed to be designed to call attention to the fact that there was a lot of her on display. The black belt around her waist was only tied loosely, leaving her cleavage and most of her leg visible. The outfit was highly unusual, not so much because of what it was, but because of what it wasn't. The supervillainess shook her head ruefully. "Okay, not really. This is simply a sophisticated teleconference call." "Augmented reality glasses," Victoria deduced. "Exactly. It was not cheap, but as you must have noticed by now, I have not spared any expense for this meeting. I am an admirer of yours." "An admirer?" "Yes. I have read all of your articles, and I watched your performance in front of the congressional judicial committee live. I must admit, I was rather worried that you would succeed in getting the AMCA passed after hearing your testimony. It almost convinced me to support it!" Victoria's lips pressed together as she was reminded of that failure. The Anti Mind Controller Act would have made the methods supervillains like Mesmeri used illegal. Because, oddly enough, right now, turning a woman into a sex-slave wasn't against the law. The best the justice system could do was charge Mesmeri for kidnapping, and that charge wasn't applicable in every case. That was why Doctor Bell had championed the ACMA, only to see it defeated after better monied interests voiced their "concerns" about the "worryingly vague definitions in the act". Her anger didn't go unnoticed. "I did not expect to have allies in Congress, either," Mesmeri admitted. "But while advertisement agencies try to sway people for money instead of fun, our methods really only differ in effectiveness. A good thing they recognized that fact as well, would you not agree?" Doctor Bell really didn't want to talk about it, but she needed information and time. Which meant she had to keep the supervillainess talking, that shouldn't be too hard. "Is this display for my comfort as well?" The other woman tilted her head, then looked in the direction of the bed. Victoria realized Mesmeri had eyes in the room. "Ah, those three. I suppose that is one of the reasons. But this is mainly to keep Dawnstar occupied while I focus on you. I have only had the chance to do some rudimentary work on her and I do not want to risk her saving the day. After this, however, I have plans for her. Those big tits would look even better with golden rings through her nipples, would you not agree?" The psychiatrist's eyes were drawn back to the bed for a moment. 'I suppose that would have a certain aesthetic appeal; a contrast, given how conservative she is sexually.' Suspicious, Victoria checked her defenses. Had Mesmeri tried misdirection? But the woods were quiet, the maze of thorn-bushes empty. "So it was Carmen you got to first," she concluded. Mesmeri, however, merely chuckled. "She was last, actually. I used her to check your chair was functioning properly. No, it was your assistant Kathy that made our meeting possible." "Impossible." She'd trained Kathy herself. There was no way, no time, for the blonde to become compromised without Victoria noticing. And yet ... hadn't she thought something was off yesterday? "Working for you exposed her to our world, and along the way she became intrigued by it," the supervillainess revealed. "Her search for material led her to one of my videos. Imagine my surprise when I found out the assistant of the renowned expert on mind control had walked straight into one of my old traps!" Her eyes darted to the threesome on the bed again, focusing on the blond who was wiggling her butt in the air like some happy puppy. 'That bitch.' Victoria knew better than to voice that thought in present company. 'But she's getting an earful once this over,' the psychiatrist vowed. 'Such unprofessional, undisciplined, foolish behavior.' "At first, I was focused on retrieving Sparkler so I used Kathy to get Dawnstar to watch one of my training videos. She thought it came from you," Mesmeri added. "But then, as we talked about the security arrangements you made, I realized what a golden opportunity this presented. The chance to best my nemesis." Victoria was thrown. "Nemesis? I thought Metatron was your arch-enemy?" Nemesis was a very precise term in the study of supervillains, and referred to their near universal tendency to single out a single superhero as their main enemy. Often, that superhero had something in common with the supervillain, but the main criteria were a perceived equality and some sort of opposite trait. 'Mesmeri's as well-versed in psychology as I; she knows what the term means, and that I'm no superhero.' Mesmeri shook her head. "I do enjoy thumbing my nose at that flaming bigot, but he is in no way my equal. The man is a fool, and why the League tolerates his intolerant ass I do not understand." Once again, Victoria had to bite her tongue so as not to agree with Mesmeri. She hadn't expected that, but, when it came to the subject of the superhero Metatron, Doctor Bell had her own opinions. Metatron believed his powers came from God, and used his acts of heroism as a platform to advocate for a decidedly Old Testament view of the world. The League tolerated his shenanigans because he never broke the law, and he was not actually a member; he was merely an affiliate. The reasoning was that it was better to have an odd superhero than face a zealot supervillain. He operated out of the twin cities of Median City and Vanillaville-or Sodom and Gomorrah as Metatron called them-two places that saw the most of Mesmeri, as well. Given the superhero's views on gays, it was only natural for the two to clash a lot, and, up until now, Victoria had thought the supervillainess had returned the hostility with equal fervor. "Freedom of speech is one of the rights the League defends," Victoria stated instead of her real feelings on the subject, "and Metatron has never broken the law." "Unlike some people," was left unsaid. "And I am all in favor of freedom. I became Mesmeri precisely because I wanted to be free, something you have sought to put an end to. Metatron might have stopped my plans, captured my lovers, but he was not the one to take them away from me. That was you." All traces of mirth had disappeared. "I healed them. Those women weren't your lovers, they were your victims." Attacking Mesmeri like this was a risk, but given how the conversation had gone so far, Victoria bet that the supervillainess would feel obliged to defend herself. There was no anger in Mesmeri's expression, however. Instead, she relaxed and appeared to take a seat on the bed. Once more Doctor Bell's attention was drawn to the trio, where her assistant was still devouring Dawn's tit. "And that is why you are my nemesis." Her check on her mental defenses was routine by now, but, still, nothing had changed. The mist in the forests was still thick; the maze of tall boxwood-hedges empty of anything but the nude statues she'd put there for decoration. Victoria's eyes lingered for a moment on one of those marble beauties, its body twisted in lust, her face raised up to the air in an expression of passion. 'Everything's in order.' Mesmeri hadn't noticed what she'd done, naturally, and went on: "We both have a fascination for the human mind, a desire to know its secrets. Where we differ is in how we chose to express this." "But you didn't really chose this life. It was the result of an accident when you were testing out an experimental mind-machine interface," Victoria countered. "I am afraid I falsified those records," Mesmeri confessed. "What?" The supervillainess rolled her eyes. "I have never been stupid enough to use myself as a test-subject. Even if you ignore the obvious risks, the scientific validity of any data gathered in that way is dubious. Especially when it comes to such a subjective topic as the mind." Heart of the Plan Ch. 05 "It's a legal defense; and you set it up even before you started your career as a supervillain." "We do have a tendency to get caught. It was only prudent of me to consider that possibility beforehand and prepare for it. Though, in a way, those experiments did give birth to Mesmeri." "They inspired you," Victoria guessed. "Not exactly. I had had fantasies even before I went to college, they were the reason I studied psychology and neurology. But those same studies thought me that my fantasies could never be more and I accepted that. I settled for exploring how our minds could affect the world. That is why I specialized in neuro-cybernetics. "The Adaptive Neural Interface was supposed to be another step," Mesmeri commiserated. "Improve the mind-machine connection by having the mind teach the computer to read that person's brain better through two-way feedback. But the results that came back were not what I expected. The improvement was there but, for some reason, the program wasn't retaining it. And that's when I realized it wasn't computer that had adapted; it was our volunteers. The program had figured out a way to teach their minds to work better with it. To think in patterns it could handle more efficiently. That was the moment I realized my desires could be fulfilled after all." Mesmeri shook her head ruefully. "Still took me two restless days before I was ready to take the jump." "And Mesmeri was born," Doctor Bell finished for her. Mesmeri shrugged and leaned back smiling. Even if she had said something, it would have probably been drowned out by the loud moan coming from the bed. Victoria glanced at the trio, a momentary curiosity what had elicited that sound, but froze when she saw where Kathy and Carmen had placed their hands. One covered the other, but both were plunging a finger into the superheroine's sex. Their own pussies were glistening with arousal as well, and, judging by the sounds they were making around Dawnstar's tits, they were getting off on what they were doing. Victoria shut her eyes. 'Stay focused,' she scolded herself. 'Mind your defenses, she's got to be starting it at any moment. This talk is a distraction, it's got to be.' Yet the forest was quiet, the maze undisturbed. No intruder was climbing the treacherously smooth curves of the images carved into the walls of her fortress. 'This isn't right. Why hasn't Mesmeri made her move yet?' "I'll be sure to update your file," Victoria murmured as she opened her eyes again. The supervillainess chuckled. "I really do not think you will care by the time you have a chance to do that." "I think that chance is going to come sooner than you think." "Ah, perhaps you were counting on that ingenious implant of yours to save you?" "You told her that too?" Victoria shot an angry look at her assistant, who had now replaced her hand with her mouth and was lapping at Dawnstar's pussy; her ass thrust up even higher in the air, waggling it like the bitch she was. 'Scolding won't be enough for a breach this serious. A spanking, yes, several, to drive home what a bad girl she's been. I can't have a weakness like this in my security, I have to instill some discipline.' Doctor Bell shivered at the image of Kathy's well-tanned behind draped over her knees. A pleasant warmth spread to her body. 'Wait! Why am I thinking of Kathy's ass? Did Mesmeri do something?' Once again she inspected her mental defenses. The misty forest was as quiet as it had been a minute ago, the maze of nude statues and tall boxwood-hedges empty, and the only thing on the walls decorated with the carved images of entangled women was Victoria. 'Yet something feels off. Did Mesmeri manage to bypass my defenses after all?' Worried, her gaze swept over the courtyard. All twenty-four of her amazons stood ready, their breastplates shining in the midday sun. Nothing was amiss. 'Calm down, I need to be careful I don't worry myself into seeing ghosts.' "She is a regular fount of knowledge when it comes to your security," Mesmeri replied. 'Damn, I said that out loud.' "An implant that monitors your bloodstream and alerts the League the moment a foreign substance enters it was a great hurdle to clear. My usual methods simply would not do; all require chemical assistance at one step or another of the process." "Let me guess, you found a way around that." Victoria's mind was racing now. From the way the conversation was turning, she knew she didn't have much time before Mesmeri started. And Doctor Bell wasn't so sure anymore she'd be able to resist long enough for rescue to come. "By going back to my beginnings, ironically enough. Direct neural stimulation, aided by subliminals of course." "That might work against an untrained mind, but a Transcriber can only insert new information into a person's surface thoughts. It can't alter information already there. I thought you were smarter than that," Doctor Bell taunted. Her eyes roamed around looking for a way out. Unfortunately, the chair restricted her investigation a lot. All she could really see was the bed and the three women on it. "Perhaps I should have said deep neural stimulation. I know as well as you do that simply rewriting the brain using a normal mind-machine interface is a fable. But when you have enough time, and a thorough understanding of the human brain, you can knead it into shape. Hmmm, like clay; just need to add some water," the dark-haired woman told Victoria with a smile. 'Oh shit.' Getting a little frantic now, Victoria wracked her brain for an out. Something, anything. Her eye fell on Dawnstar again. A memory tickled her: 'That might work; if she remembers the triggers. It's been months since we had a session. They should have faded away, but in her current state she should be susceptible. Oh, screw caution, what do I have to lose? What does Dawnstar? 'Better speak up, or their moans might drown my voice out and I'll only get one shot at this.' Victoria licked her lips. "Dawn, remember the scent of jasmine!" The superheroine's head swiveled towards her. "Wha-ooh?" she moaned. "Dawn, remember the smell of jasmine," Victoria repeated louder. "What are you doing?" Mesmeri asked, but Doctor Bell paid no attention to her. Because on the bed, Dawnstar repeated Victoria's words. Her eyes didn't focus, but their expression still changed. And she didn't seem to notice what Kathy and Carmen were doing to her body anymore. 'Yes! Now I have to work fast or Mesmeri will reassert control. You should have settled for a simpler setup that left more power to the actual device.' Not that she had any intention of actually taunting the supervillainess, Victoria knew better. "Dawn, get me out of this chair." The order was simply and to the point. Dawnstar shrugged off the two women, sending them off the bed as she flew towards the psychiatrist. Victoria had expected her to rip the manacles off or something like that, but the superheroine simply leaned over and fiddled with something on the back of the chair. It gave her a very good look at Dawn's tits, shiny with saliva. Mesmeri had forgotten that Victoria was the only one that could see or hear her. "No! I order you to stop! Do ..." The helmet lifted up, the restraints opened up, and she was free. 'But not in the clear yet,' Doctor Bell realized when she saw Kathy get up. "Dawn, keep Kathy and Carmen there. But don't hurt them," she amended looking into Dawnstar's eyes. The look in them stirred something within the psychiatrist. She didn't say anything, she simply moved. Though, as it turned out, neither Kathy or Carmen were trying to stop Victoria's escape. Because, as soon as Dawnstar reached them, their mouths descended once again upon her body, and the superheroine let them. 'Because I ordered her to keep them there. And letting them have their way with her does that.' Excitement licked up her spine at the realization. 'Stop. Don't. You need to find a phone. You need to call the League and get some help here now. If Mesmeri shows up she'll have no problem breaking my hold on Dawn.' She jumped as a horrible screeching sound echoed through the room. Looking back at the chair, Victoria witnessed it crumple into itself. 'Right, smart-metal, Mesmeri must have decided to cut her losses and set off the self-destruct. Doesn't mean I can take it easy,' she reminded herself. On shaky legs, Victoria started to stumble towards the door. Behind her, fresh moans and wet sounds beckoned her, but she kept walking. She didn't look back, but only glanced. -------------------------------------------------- Mesmeri stared at the blank wall where, not long ago, Victoria Bell had been looking back at her. She didn't look to her right where one of her devoted women was busy behind a console. She'd look at the read-outs later. Right now she wanted to savor the moment. "And now, we wait for our seed to become a flower." TO BE CONTINUED Heart of the Plan Ch. 06 Chapter 6 Epilogue 3 Months After Incident Kathy breathed slowly, lying on Doctor Victoria's couch. Her eyes were open, soft, beautiful. Her chest strained against her blouse with every inhale, showing Victoria her assistant wasn't wearing a bra—exactly as her doctor had instructed. Victoria bit her lip, sitting in a chair right next to the couch. 'I should let someone else help her,' she decided once again. But she couldn't, not after what Mesmeri had revealed to her about her assistant. She had to find out for herself if it was true. So Doctor Bell had dove into Kathy's psyche intent on learning more about her assistant, but ended up finding things out about herself. Because Mesmeri had spoken the truth: Victoria had taken Kathy as deep as she could go, had conducted every test she could think of, and she'd found no foul play. Kathy's desires were genuine. And that had excited Doctor Bell. She should have transferred Kathy's case then. She should have put in for a leave of absence and check herself in for treatment. She should have done something other than indulge herself. Because it was wrong, Victoria knew that, but it was hard to maintain that position when it felt so right. 'It is possible Mesmeri did manage to do something to me after all,' Doctor Bell considered. 'But all the tests showed nothing—no chemicals in my blood, no implants, no altered brainwave-function—and I've always been uncomfortable about mind control. It would be understandable if I deluded myself on the why.' 'And I'm not harming anybody this way,' Victoria thought as her hand glided up her inner thigh. She drank in the sight of Kathy lying there as her fingers slid underneath her panties. 'So eager to please, so ready to follow my voice.' Her other hand palmed her tit through her blouse; Victoria was wearing a bra; she hadn't been hypnotized not to. Doctor Bell moaned, not worried in the least Kathy would hear. She wouldn't remember anyway, because her doctor would tell her not to. Victoria's pussy fluttered around her finger at the thought. 'I could tell her to masturbate too. To go home and kneel in front of a mirror and diddle herself thinking of me. To beg me to take her as she cums.' "Oh, fuck!" The pleasure jolted through her as Victoria pictured it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she grunted as climax overtook her. Disheveled, slumped back in her chair as she recovered, Doctor Bell looked at Kathy. 'But I shouldn't. I really, really shouldn't. Even if she wants me to. I have to deny myself, though Kathy would be very happy if I ...' 6 Months After Incident "That was the last appointment for the day, so why don't you go home and I'll close things up," Victoria told her assistant through the intercom. "Doctor, could I, uhm, talk to you," Kathy asked. "I ... I need to ask you something." "Of course, my door is always open for you. You know that." She waited a beat. "Except when I'm with a patient," Victoria joked. "Thank you Doctor, I'll be right in." When her assistant entered, Victoria had to hide her satisfied little smile behind clasped hands as her gaze roamed over Kathy's appearance. Her outfits had gotten sexier these past few weeks, though never getting unprofessional. Her blouse was respectful enough, if Kathy hadn't gone through the trouble of undoing every button except two in the middle to show off her gold belly chain. Her skirt had no such pretensions. The hemline was well above the knee, but it was the split on the left that bumped it from sexy to sensuous. 'Maybe I overdid it?' "So, it sounded like you had something important to tell me?" Victoria prompted. "Uh, no, no, I mean, it's more like a question I need to ask you, Doctor." And Kathy started to blush. Her left hand toyed with her belly chain. "Why don't you take a seat and you can tell me all about it." "I don't know if I should ... I'd rather, well, stand for this, Doctor." "Of course, whatever feels comfortable." Her assistant took a deep breath. "I'm really grateful for all the time you put into helping me after the whole Mesmeri affair. I enjoy, I mean, you really helped, but I think that maybe I should," Kathy licked her lips, "we should see less, no, I think I should look for another doc-therapist." The blonde's speech finally stumbled to a halt, her eyes shining with emotion. "Are you sure?" "No," Kathy murmured. Her voice grew in strength with her next words. "But lately I've been having these feelings, these dreams. They're so strong, and I'm scared that ... I simply can't ... "There, there. Why don't you take a moment and count down for me. I'm sure everything will work out. Go on: ten, nine, eight." Kathy shook her head in denial, but her mouth was already aping the words. By the number five, she'd taken over from Doctor Bell. "Four, three, two, one," Kathy sighed as her eyes drifted close and her head slumped forward. "Your assistant is fully hypnotized, Doctor." A thrill ran through Victoria at the blonde's quiet words. "Tell me, why was Kathy trying to stop our sessions?" Her assistant sighed. "Kathy is uncomfortable with how she's starting to look forward to them. She's confused as to why she's dressing more sexily to catch your eye. Yesterday, under the shower, Kathy masturbated while fantasizing that you hypnotized her and ordered to do so. Kathy is afraid you'll find out and fire her." "That won't do. Assist me." The words were part command, part trigger to deepen and direct Kathy's trance. Her assistant raised her head and opened her eyes to stare blankly at Victoria. "Kathy shouldn't fear me, Kathy trusts me. Kathy trusts me completely. My assistant should always remind Kathy of that." "Yes, Doctor." "Kathy is going to forget about coming to me to talk about stopping the sessions. All she will remember is that she realized her worries were silly, and that we had a friendly chat, after which she asked to be hypnotized." "Yes, Doctor." "Kathy will fantasize more. And tone down her clothing choices a little," Victoria allowed. "I want her to dream of walking into my office, naked, and kneel on the floor as she asks to be hypnotized. I want her to daydream of being spanked. I want her to finger herself as she thinks of all the things I might do with her as she lays on my coach. I want her to cum begging to become my will-less slave." "Yes, Doctor." Victoria's heart was racing by now, her own pussy crying for attention. "In fact, we should give her some more material. Hike up your skirt and play with yourself. And do exactly as I do," she instructed as she moved around her desk and sat down on it, hiking up her own skirt before she did so. Her hand slid underneath her panties, Kathy's fingers circled her pussy. 7 months After Incident Her mouth gaped open as the second dildo slowly but surely entered her back-passage. Two soft hills capped with hard points pressed into her back as slender hips molded themselves around her butt. She took a deep breath, pressing her own breasts into the owner of the fake cock sheathed in her pussy. Looking up into her eyes, she saw Doctor Bell's smile, and pain became pleasure. "And not a single complaint ever since I told you I was going to share you. Very good, my assistant." "I am yours to command, Doctor," Kathy moaned as they both pulled out. Doctor Bell's assistant came around her fingers, fighting to remain quiet, though there was nobody else in the restroom. She savored her climax for a little while before cleaning up and getting back to work. 'This should tide me over until after my session with Doctor Bell. Carmen won't be home 'til eigh; I'll have the place to myself.' Which meant there would be nobody there to hear her as she knelt before the mirror and pretended Doctor Bell had given her post-hypnotic commands. She could be as loud as she wanted to be. 'Would be even better if it were real.' 8 Months After Incident "I'm really sorry, Doctor. I don't know how I forgot to book the hotel room, it's never happened before." The blonde fidgeted before Victoria's desk like a schoolgirl that had been called to the principal's office. "It was a very unpleasant surprise after an eight-hour flight." Kathy drooped even more. "They were full too, it took me an hour to find another hotel." She hadn't counted on that, the conference wasn't that big, but it turned out it wasn't the only one in town. "I ... you could spank me," Kathy mumbled. Her face glowed with embarrassment as their eyes met. "As punishment," she whispered. Part of Victoria wanted to play coy, wanted to draw things out a little bit more. But Kathy already seemed to be ready to withdraw the offer and that wouldn't do. Rolling back her chair, she waved the blonde over. "Lay across my lap," was all Victoria said. Kathy swallowed thickly, but she barely hesitated. Soon enough, the blonde was indeed lying across Victoria's lap with her skirt flipped up to expose her butt and the purple thong that parted those buns. Victoria lowered her hand, but not all the way. It hovered over her ass as she took in this moment. She'd played with Kathy's mind, had her do all sorts of things, but not once had Victoria touched her. It was a line she had not crossed, a border that had remained intact. And now she would breach that taboo as well. She rubbed one globe, felt its silky roundness. Muscles bunched up under the unexpectedly gentle contact, then relaxed. That was the moment Victoria chose to quickly lift up her hand before bringing it down with a loud smack. "OUCH!" Kathy yelped, more in surprise than pain, because she quieted down as Victoria's hand descended again and again. "Oof, oof, oof, oof." Her breathing did speed up, getting louder as the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed off the walls. "Oof, oh, oh, oh, ooh." Her hand landed between the blonde's legs and Victoria had to smile at the wetness she found there. "I think enjoying your punishment might defeat its purpose." Frozen, Kathy did not reply. Not until Victoria's hand pressed the scrap of cloth a little into her. "Oh," the blonde moaned, all mortification forgotten as she pressed down. "We will just have to do try this again tomorrow," Victoria went on while her assistant rode her fingers. "Yesssss." She didn't seem to hear Doctor Bell, so, right as Kathy looked to be ready to cum, Victoria removed her hand, leaving the blonde a panting, dripping mess. Bewildered, she looked up at Doctor Bell. "We will try this again tomorrow," Victoria repeated before helping her up. "Oh, and it would really assist me if you couldn't cum until I give you permission." The blonde's eyes fluttered. "Yes, Doctor," she said absentmindedly before wobbling out of Doctor Bell's office. Still looking at the door, Victoria brought her hand to her mouth and savored Kathy's taste. "Tomorrow," she promised. -------------------------------------------------- She'd been prepared for the possibility that Kathy wouldn't show up for work the next day, but it turned out Victoria didn't need to worry. Her assistant had arrived almost on time, her eyes never meeting Doctor Bell's. Neither said anything about the day before, though Victoria couldn't stop grinning. They went to work, but all throughout the day, sometimes even when the blonde wasn't on break, Kathy would sneak out. And every time she came back she looked a little more jittery, a little more desperate. Finally, when her last appointment left, Doctor Bell called Kathy into her office. She entered Victoria's office already blushing, her hand plucking her blouse. "Why"—she licked her lips—"Why did you call me, Doctor?" "Why?" she repeated with an innocent tone. "Don't you remember? You still haven't received proper chastisement for your mistake." Kathy made a noise, her eyes growing impossibly large as she stared at Victoria. But she didn't back away or protest. She simply stood there, waiting. "We'll do it a little differently this time. Put your hands on my desk and spread your legs." When Kathy didn't comply right away, she snapped, "now!" The blonde, breathing faster now, hopped to it. Victoria waited until her assistant had assumed the instructed position before she got up and moved around her desk to stand beside Kathy. "Eyes forward," she told Kathy when she tried to look in Victoria's direction. Lifting up her skirt, Doctor Bell got another surprise. "No panties, my, my, what a naughty girl you are." "I ... I ... I sort of forgot them," the blonde stammered. "Really? Forgot them? Are you sure it's not because you want to feel my hand on your bare bottom?" Kathy's head moved in something that was neither denial nor confirmation, though Victoria didn't care either way. "Since you forgot yourself yesterday, I've come up with a way for you to remind yourself you are being punished. I want you to count every spank, and thank me for it before you will receive the next one. Is that clear?" "Yes, Doctor." Not wasting any more words, Victoria's hand descended upon Kathy's butt eliciting a shocked yelp from her assistant. Her other hand rested on Kathy's back, a token effort to hold her in place. And then she was content to wait, her hand barely stroking the round cheek, while the blonde remembered what she was supposed to do. "O-One. Thank you, Doctor." Victoria said nothing; she simply raised her hand again and brought it down with a sharp slap. "Two! Thank you, Doctor." Another strike. "Three. Thank you, Doctor. Four. Thank you, Doctor." Doctor Bell made sure to alternate cheeks; this wasn't about hurting Kathy, after all. This was about something deeper than pain. "Oh, nine. Thank you, Doctor. Ten! Thank you, Doctor." She got lost in the beat of flesh hitting flesh, punctuated by Kathy's voice counting up. "Ouch, fifteen! Thank you, Doctor. Six-oh-sixteen. Thank you, Doctor." The scent of Kathy's arousal filled Victoria's nose. 'Nearly time to wrap this up. I think I'll go up to twenty-five, that should be enough. Then we get to the good part.' Quivering on her legs, her behind red from the spanking, Kathy was quite a sight. But she didn't lose count, she didn't ask for a pause. She simply stood there and accepted her position, reveled in it. "Twenty-four, yes! Thank you, Doctor. "Oh, oh, Twenty-five. Thank you, Doctor." Her assistant waited for the next slap that would never come, but she didn't try to look behind her. Doctor Bell's hand felt between Kathy's legs causing the blonde to gasp. "I think you've been punished enough for today. In fact, you did so well that I think you deserve a reward," she cooed. Two fingers entered the blonde's well-groomed pussy and started to saw in and out. Moaning, gasping, her arms shaking, Kathy rode her fingers. But she still couldn't orgasm, as she found out herself. Sweating now, Kathy whined in frustration as she rolled her hips, trying to get some more stimulation out of Victoria's fingers. "Yes, you've been a very good assistant. You may cum now." Kathy froze, then practically vibrated in place as her pussy gripped and sucked on Victoria's digits. She didn't utter a word, and barely a sound, as breath exploded from her chest. "Cum for your Doctor," Victoria whispered as her assistant rode wave after wave of pleasure. Her words only served to set the blonde off again. 12 Months After Incident "Colonel, I appreciate your position on this matter, but I see no reason to be suspicious of their relationship. Sparkler and Dawnstar have helped each other through some rough times. That creates a bond, and sometimes that bond can manifest itself in a romantic fashion," Victoria explained before she rolled her hips. This caused her assistant to mewl softly. Victoria gave her a warning look. The speakerphone's software was supposed to filter out background noise, but that was no reason to take chances. 'Of course, if Colonel FSA had the decency not to disturb me while I'm having a session with Kathy that would have been even better.' "Yes, but given their history ..." And there the old superhero stopped as he realized he was getting close to bringing Victoria's own work into question. "Alright. Guess I'm being paranoid. Thanks for entertaining my worries, have a nice day." "You too, sir," Doctor Bell replied before closing the connection. With their audience gone, Victoria could finally cut loose. She placed her hands on the blonde's hips again, one covering the "V" tattooed on Kathy's left hip, and eased her strap-on out. The blonde moaned and threw her head back. She knew Victoria liked how the move called attention to the collar adorning Kathy's neck, a gift for their three-month anniversary. "I thought he'd never leave," Doctor Bell complained. Her breasts jiggled as she thrust forward. "Oooh. I could have, hmmmm, kept quiet, Doctor. You didn't, oh, oh, need to, ungh, stop, fuck, fuck, fucking meeeee!" "Don't worry," Victoria said as she leaned forward to kiss Kathy's shoulder. "I'll never stop fucking you. After all, your mine." "Yours!" Kathy agreed, pushing back to meet Doctor Bell's thrust. Years Later "Today we'll talk with Doctor Victoria Bell about her latest book, "The Heart of Control", that has caused quite the stir," the talk show hostess said. "Doctor Bell, welcome to the show." "Thank you, I'm glad to be here." "You're welcome, though you might feel differently after we're done. Now, you've written books on mind control before, but it seems that your position on the subject has undergone a change. In this one, you claim that not all victims of mind control are actual victims." "That is not quite true, Andrea," Victoria corrected her. "The point of my book is that, by lumping all mind controllers together, by ignoring the differences in method and goal, we have made the same mistake our society has made before. We have criminalized a form of sexuality between adults simply because it is a minority. "The truth is that there are men and women who enjoy this type of relationship. Not just supervillains, but everyday people who have to hide that part of themselves because if they don't, they too will be put in jail." "That's quite the depar-" Mesmeri shut down the TV. There would be nothing new in this interview and certainly nothing compared to what was going on at the pool out back. Getting up, she strolled through the mansion, the ends of her silk robe trailing behind her. 'So many years of planning and preparing, so many years still ahead; but the goal is within reach, now.' She passed a glassy-eyed maid who was staring into nothing as she filled her pussy with her feather-duster. Mesmeri spared the girl only a glance. 'Acceptance, retirement without having to give up what I want, the vision is starting to become real. And what a sight it is,' she thought as she stepped out into the hot afternoon sun. To her right was her host, congresswoman Margaret Applewood, reclining on a lounge chair as her aide, Emily Salesburry, lovingly rimmed her asshole. When the time came, Miss Applewood would be very happy to introduce the legislation that cleared Mesmeri and those like her of their past misdeeds. For now, however, she was simply enjoying the benefits of being one of Mesmeri's slaves. Her Secret Service detail might have objected to that, but they were otherwise occupied. One of them was busy fucking her partner on the chair next to the good legislator. On Mesmeri's left were Margaret's daughter and two of her friends. They'd arrived only the day before, and were still new to the whole lesbian sex-slave thing. Their hands were inexperienced, but, judging from the way their tanned, athletic bodies squirmed around, they were learning fast. The girls had pushed their chairs together and were busy fingering each other while watching the pair hovering above the pool. Heart of the Plan Ch. 06 That duo, locked in a sixty-nine position above the water, were Sparkler and Dawnstar, with the former on top. As Mesmeri watched one of Dawnstar's nipples popped out from under Sparkler; gold glinted in the sunlight. In the pool itself was her Kira, lazily toying with one of her tits as she watched the teenagers explore each other. Dropping her robe, the supervillainess slid into the water and let herself be drawn in by strong, dark arms. Drifting, with Kira's hands now sliding over her body, Mesmeri sighed contentedly. "Now this is how it should be." THE END