The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The time seems to fly by. Both of us are now looking for the opening that will allow Majestic Woman to leave the LoH and move on to the next phase of the plan. She is still spending most of her “Majestic Woman” time with Power Man and the Wraith, searching for clues that might lead to Sadie.

Time with me is spent exploring. Each other, my life, her life, there’s a lot to cover, for both of us. And there’s time for fun too, in bed, in the kitchen (together), around town (clothed this time), sailing my yacht along the beautiful Western Australia Indian Ocean coastline and among the islands (barely clothed in swimwear this time, both of us).

Cindi convinces me to do something that has never occurred to me before. I ask my herd for volunteers. I only need one or two, but I have to ask them blind. I can only say that it is life-threatening duty and that Cindi and I will be bearing the greatest risk. I even warn them that they might die and still never know what was going on. Adults only, no one under 18.

I’m expecting maybe a hundred responses at best. I think Cindi has unrealistic expectations of the whole army taking one step forward. I’m braced for no responses at all. In the end, there were 16,054 volunteers in 2 days. I took us almost a month just to read through all the responses.

How was that possible? There are only about 8,400 adults in the “Ten Thousand” after all. Well not only did every single adult volunteer, but they all told their parents and grandparents about it. Almost half of the volunteers are “retirees”.

Every note, every single one of them begins with “My Lord”. Yes, I think Cindi has had as big an effect on my herd as she has had on me. I’m overwhelmed. I’m...well, I’m touched. And I’m ready to get things moving.

With such a wealth of willing support, I begin to think bigger. I set up a truly daunting blind transaction network for conducting the business end of the plan. It’s easy when you can deliver the encryption keys to both endpoints telepathically. And after careful consideration, I choose a Pakistani commodities trader as the “public face” of the plan, along with Cindi herself. Now we just need an opportunity. So we wait.

Throughout this time a mild and warm spring is giving way to an early summer. We spend the time we have happily. I’m beginning to understand that the biggest missing piece from my shadow kingdom for all these endless years was my queen.

Meanwhile back in “Majestic Woman” world, the search work with Claud and Blake is strained at first. She had abandoned Claud when he was still very emotionally fragile. It’s not just a touchy-feely thing; Claud himself knows he is a danger to those around him right now. He and Blake both were hoping for her to help keep him on an even keel. Eventually they forgive her. They even learn to respect her mysterious weekly Tuesday evening appointment that she absolutely will not break.

Those Tuesday evening dance classes are helping keep her sane. It’s good not to have to be “on stage” literally all the time that she is in her Majestic Woman body. It’s good to be able to do something that makes her feel close to me, that makes her feel like she’s serving me, even though that life is on the opposite side of the globe.

Yasmin’s class is as good as Cindi had hoped. More and more she finds herself, like Yasmin, moving sensuously, swaying her hips, flowing and wiggling as she walks, framing herself with her arms when she stands, all as if she is dancing, although she is not. I can tell the difference; interestingly so can Blake and, if I can judge from body language, Claud. None of us want to bring it to her attention. It’s amusing in a way, we’re all afraid that if we tell her, she’ll get self-conscious about it and stop.

About six weeks into the search for Powerhouse there is a breakthrough of sorts. Power Man and Majestic Woman are doing slow spirals over Carthage City. Cindi from the outskirts working inward, Claud from the center of downtown working outward. Both moving slowly, much more slowly than in their earlier passes over the whole route.

Near the airport, Cindi sees a warehouse with an odd feature, four rows of windows across the roof, clearly designed to let in sunlight for natural lighting. The warehouse seems to be abandoned so broken windows should be expected, but why one, and exactly one, broken window near the center of the roof?

Her super-vision cannot detect any of the tell-tail marks of someone walking around up there. There is no broken glass lying on the roof either, so the pane was probably broken from above, not below. The pane is completely broken out, so it’s probably deliberate, not due to weather, or animals, or other incidental causes.

She calls Claud and Blake; they are there in seconds. Examining the floor of the warehouse with super-senses and with Blake’s keen detective mind, they put together an interesting story about what happened the last time humans set foot in the warehouse.

Two groups of people had entered the warehouse, one group from the east, the other from the west. They had formed two loose and ragged lines in middle of the empty floor, one north-south line to the east of center, the other to the west of center, about 25 yards apart from each other, all, to a man, wearing sneakers. In the center, two individuals had come together, only about 4 feet between them, an easy conversational distance. Then something had caused both groups to scatter frantically.

The broken glass on the floor, not far from where the two conversing men had been standing, made it easy for the superheroes to make the hopeful intuitive leap. It could have been a gang-banger “peace conference”. It could have been Powerhouse coming down through the skylight that caused them to scatter.

But then what happened to her after that? Surely no gang of punks would be a challenge for an invulnerable, super-strong Rheonian like Powerhouse. Are they looking for street gangs packing rheanite instead of guns and knives? That seems hard to believe. Even so it is a thin thread of hope. The search now centers exclusively on Carthage City.

After another two long months there is still nothing else to show. Throughout this time in Carthage City a bleak and rainy fall is giving way to an early winter.

Blake begins to believe that the warehouse was a false lead, that it was wishful thinking. Claud is having a hard time keeping his cool.

Now is a particularly unfortunate time for the Betelgeuse situation to break wide open. The Magic Lamp Corps has detected Betelgeuse mobilizing to move on Earth. They are ready and willing to handle this themselves, but they would like an Earth liaison to be present during the operation as well.

Everyone is shocked when Claud volunteers. Whenever anyone asks why, he just reminds them that he did the original recon, which makes him a logical choice. When asked, even as delicately as possible, why he’s ready to give up the search for his cousin, he just stares down the questioner. Even the Wraith drops his gaze in a staring contest with Power Man.

But Majestic Woman thinks she understands. She believes that Claud knows he is much closer to the edge of his sanity than anyone (else) suspects. She thinks he wants to get away before he starts ripping apart Carthage City brick-by-brick. She talks to Blake about it. Blake eventually agrees with her. He sends Claud as the Betelgeuse operation liaison.

The actual fight against Betelgeuse is rather anticlimactic. The combined might of the assembled Magic Lamp Corps, plus Power Man (temporarily outfitted with Uenan anti-rheanite shielding), is much more than the Betelgeusean Navy can handle. With their fleet badly damaged, Betelgeusean dreams of conquest are set back decades.

When the mop up is complete and it is time to return home, Claud opts not to. Hamish returns to Earth through the Uenan wormhole alone. Claud flies off the opposite direction, determined to put even more light-years between himself and Earth. He is still carrying his communicator though, Uenan technology that can locate him anywhere in the universe and communicate with him instantly, regardless of distance. He is not beyond reach.

Eventually I’m the one that finds Powerhouse. Only ten days after Power Man departs for interstellar parts unknown, I notice something strange through the eyes of a Carthage City cop. I’ve been monitoring most of “Carthage City’s Finest” for over a month, hoping that I might find something.

The strange thing that I’ve found today is a short punk, wearing his pants below his ass, and rope after rope of gold-plated chains around his neck. Well, that’s not so particularly unusual for this part of town. What is unusual is that from one of the chains dangles a huge smoky gray gemstone.

He’s wearing rheanite as a decoration. I’m in his head picking his brain instantly. What I’m seeing sickens me. I don’t know if I want Cindi to find Powerhouse like this, but I know it would damage her trust in me, to say the least, if I handed this off to someone else.

«“I’ve found her. I’ve found Sadie.“»

It’s Tuesday afternoon. Cindi has had Majestic Woman call it an early day. She was at home, practicing her smoking hot “final exam” dance for her last dance class tonight. She has politely asked me to stay out of her head when she’s working on it. She wants to surprise me with it.

So she is a bit annoyed when my voice invades her thoughts. But, hearing what I said, it only takes an instant to forget about that and wrap her Majestic Woman persona and uniform around herself, “Great Hera! Is she okay?”

«“I haven’t rescued her. I’ve only found her...in the mind of her, um, captor. Cindi, prepare yourself, she’s a mess.“»

“Show me, My L—. Show me.”

I plant the image in her head of Powerhouse as I found her in the banger’s head, a gaunt naked heroin addict with stringy blond hair, chained to the pipes in a building basement. There are two thick rings each attached to one of her nipples and another thick ring attached to her clitoral hood. Threaded through the three rings is a loose triangle of thin jewelry chain. «“The rings are hollow, filled with crushed rheanite.“»

“Where is she? How did this happen?”

«“She’s in Carthage City, babe. I think the warehouse was not a false clue after all. The gang banger who has her is wearing a huge piece of rheanite as, um, bling. I don’t think he knew what it could do until Powerhouse tried to take him down at the warehouse.“»

“Shit. Shit, shit, SHIT! Do you have coordinates? An address?“

«“It’s somewhere in the Piedmont Park slums. Nowhere near the warehouse. I haven’t been able to trick him into thinking of the address, so we’ll just have to wait until he gets there. He’s a pimp, still making his rounds. I have no idea when he’s going to return to the apartment building where he’s keeping her. I do know it’s his gang’s nest. They have a protection arrangement with the landlord for some number of buildings. He basically forced the landlord to just give them that building.“»

“Can you waterboard this degenerate? Make him give her location up?” She’s come a long way from being upset with me for waterboarding Portal City mobsters. Maybe I should have seen that as a warning sign.

«“Cindi, that could backfire. It’s a sure thing that he’s going to go there. It’s just a matter of time. We just have to be patient. Look, you don’t have to sit on your hands at home. Why don’t you teleport to Carthage City? Right now he’s near the corner of Johnson and Montecello. Just come in at two or three thousand feet and stay there until I know more. Tell the duty officer that you think you may have a lead, but don’t want to cause another false alarm.“» Everyone pretty much thinks that the warehouse was a red herring. They’ll understand.

«Teleporting now.» Giving location and reasoning to the duty officer, Elasto, she is off again.

«Over Piedmont Park now. Do you have anything more?»

«“Just grizzly details, babe. Sure you want them?“»

«Yes.»

«“Okay, this banger, calls himself ‘Bugspray’, he’s a real piece of work. He’s only 23, but he’s broken over two dozen whores. He’s a complete manipulative sadist, hooks them on heroin, dicks with their heads, lets the rest of the gang scare the shit out of them, and comes in as the savior and ‘stops’ them. The women all think they are in love with him. They’ll do anything he says. Then he passes them around to the gang as rewards. The women still love him. It’s pretty creative brainwashing for a sleazoid gang banger.“»

«Um, really?»

«“Really. Cindi...he did it to Sadie too. She’s completely devoted to the sick fuck.“»

«Damn. My Lord, we’ve been combing the city for months. How did we miss this?»

«“Remember when you said that my superpower is ‘keeping a low profile’? Bugspray is like that. He’s very good at not being noticed. I only noticed him because a cop did. The cop only noticed him because he slipped on a patch of ice and flailed his arms.“»

«Shit. People’s lives hang on these coincidences.»

«“Ha! Tell me about it. Oh, Cindi, he just walked into the building. He’s ‘home’. It’s a brick three-story, 13435 Johnson Avenue. This is what it looks like.“»

I flash her the image of the front of the building, as seen by some guy on the other side of the street.

She’s there in no time flat. Ever the do-gooder, she knocks on the door. Even though her mind is churning with rage, she’s not going to break in without verifiable probable cause. How different from a few minutes ago, when she happily would have had me torture someone. A rationalizing animal, indeed. A tall, gangly grinning man meets her at the door. He turns and shouts back into the building, “BUGSPRAY, COME QUICK!”

Soon the shorter, stockier man is there. His grin if anything is even bigger, He holds out his rheanite bauble, saying “DAY-um, looks like I’m gonna bag me another super-bitch!“

His arrogance turns to blind fear when she pushes him back against the wall. He’s afraid for his life, but he’s even more shocked that Majestic Woman is completely unfazed by the super-slut-taming rock.

“I think that’s all the probable cause I need.”

She’s talking to me, but she doesn’t care if these assholes hear. Punching through the floor she flies down to the basement. Sadie is there, much like the image I showed her, completely naked, length of heavy, coarse chain padlocked to the iron collar around her neck, fine jeweller’s chain strung in a loose loop through her three gold rings. The man Sadie was sucking off backs away in horror, but Sadie is oblivious.

“No, noooo, Jay, come baaack. Gotta fin’sh ya awf. C’mon. Play wif my rings. Pull my happy chain. Feelsh good.”

But Jay is already gone, fled up the stairs. Then Sadie’s rheumy gaze falls on Majestic Woman.

“Oh GAWD! Nawt you again! I don’ need youuu, Miz Perfeck, starin’ down yer nozzze at meeee. Go ’way.”

“No, Sadie. I’m here to help. I gotta get you out of here.”

“DON’ TOUSH ME!...Bugshpray givez me alla help...I neeeeed. G’wan. Ged outta here. Yer nawt rilly heeere anyways. It’z jussa dream. Why can’ I have niiice dreams anymore when I’m hiiiiigh? Al’ays these nazzzzty Debbie Downer Do-gooder dreams. GO ’WAY!”

«“Cindi, they’re coming down the stairs now. Armed to the teeth.“»

“I’m gonna kill them. I’m gonna kill every fucking one of them.”

«“No! Cindi! Don’t to that!“»

«Don’t tell me “No”. “What Would Majestic Woman Do?” She’d fucking SLAUGHTER THESE ANIMALS!»

It’s too late. Faster than the eye can follow, she cuts a swath through Bugspray and his gang. She holds nothing back. In five seconds, maybe less they’re all dead.

Blood is everywhere, most especially all over Majestic Woman. Lost in the confusion, to everyone but me, is the quavering voice of Sadie begging, “No. No. Please don’t kill him. I love him. Please, no.”

Majestic Woman is back, drenched in blood. It’s worse than Sadie’s worst bad trip ever. The drug is muting Sadie’s reactions, but I can read her Rheonian rage like a beacon.

Cindy is trying to hug her. She can’t understand why Sadie is pushing her away. Eventually Sadie collects enough lucidity to give it to Cindi with both barrels.

“Why did you do it?”

“Why did I kill those bastards? LOOK AT YOU! THEY DID THIS TO YOU!”

“But I loved him.”

“Sadie, baby, you THINK you loved him. He was manipulating you.”

Now Sadie explodes, “You don’ UNNERSTAND. YOU’RE MISS PERFECK HERO. HOW COULD YOU UNNERSTAND? Yeah, he owned me. He abused me. He passed me around like a fucking bag of chips. But...but...I LOVED HIM. I WAS HIS FUCKING SLAVE AND I LOVED HIM. I never wan’ed to be found. I never wan’ed to be freed. I wan’ed to be his...his slave...his bitch...his fucktoy...forever. WHY AM I EVEN TELLIN’ YOU THIS? YOU COULD NEVER UNNERSTAND!“

«Oh my GODS, I DO understand.» Images of waterboarding, of humiliation after humiliation, of being forced to fuck Ares, all flash through her mind.

«“NO, baby. DON’T DO this to yourself. It’s not the same. YOU KNOW it’s not the same.“»

«Isn’t it?» Cindi’s crying now, crying for Sadie, crying for herself. DAMN.

«“It’s NOT the same. IT’S NOT! LOOK AT HER! LOOK AT HER! I could never have done that to you. I could never have done that to ANYONE. I know I’m not a hero. I never CLAIMED to be one of the good guys. But God DAMN it, Cindi, I’M NOT BUGSPRAY!“»

«No, no, My Lord. You’re not. But I AM your fucking slave, and I DO love you. I understand her that much at least.»

«“Cindi...I’m still insulted. I’m angry that you could compare me to that, that waste of human skin.“»

«It’s not that. It’s not about you. It’s about me. It’s...it’s...it’s how I felt before I knew that you loved me too. I loved you hopelessly. I knew that you could snuff me out like a candle without a second thought. Sometimes I thought that you might. But I still loved you.»

«“I see. I think I do.“»

I can’t leave things like this, but Cindi is about ready to dig in her heels, and we still have to take care of Sadie.

«“So you want to take her to Themiscyra?“» It’s been in the back of her thoughts since even before she murdered those punks.

«Maybe they can help her.»

«“Let me warn you first. DON’T REMOVE THE JEWELRY. I’m reading a murderous rage inside her right now.“»

«But-»

«“She wants to murder YOU.“»

«Oh. If I give her her powers back-»

«“She’ll do it. She’ll kill you.“»

Sadie has passed out now. All this has been too much for her in her confused and weakened state. Cindi hunts through the building. She finds some clothing for Sadie. She breaks and removes the chain anchoring Sadie to the pipes. She dresses Sadie, over her half-conscious objections. In her blood-slicked, trembling arms, she gently cradles the fallen heroine. She calls Spyglass for pickup.

Elasto is astonished. “Is that...is that Powerhouse?”

“Yes. Put me 500 feet over downtown Athens please.” Carrying Sadie, she knows that she needs to come in literally under the radar. Maybe the rheanite changes that, but why take the risk?

“But—”

“I’ll be back soon. Call the Wraith. Have him meet me here.”

On the way from Athens to Themiscyra, Cindi’s mind is a whirl.

Cindi’s still trying to solve the puzzle in her head. What’s the difference between Sadie and her? What’s the difference between Bugspray and me? She knows that originally I only intended for her to be a pawn in my grand scheme. But she also knows that I fell in love with my pawn and made her my partner.

She’s determined to be a contributing partner. And yet, she can’t deny the part of her, a major part of her sometimes, that wishes she were still just my helpless pawn.

Amazingly, in the midst of this emotional maelstrom, her long-practiced strategic planning skills kick in. This is a tragedy to be sure, and she’s still not sure how to handle it, but she sees how we can use it to advance my plan.

“Mamá. I’m at the hospital. Sadie’s here. Come quick.”

Minutes later Hippolyta bursts through the door. The first thing she notices is her daughter covered in blood.

“What happened to you, Kynthia?”

“Nothing happened to me, Mamá. I happened to the lowlifes who did this to Sadie.“

Now Hippolyta sees Sadie, gaunt, pale, a shadow of her former self. Her eyes widen further.

“They’re dead? The ones who did this? They’re dead, right?”

“Yes, Mamá.”

“That’s too bad. Death’s too good for them. They should have suffered more. They should still be suffering now.”

“Sorry, Mamá. I guess I’m still not bloodthirsty enough for you.“

Hippolyta softens. She smiles at her daughter. “You did fine. You got her here. You truly are an amazing heroic woman.” She reaches out. She touches her daughter’s bloody cheek. “I’m so, so proud of you, Kynthia. Now, go. I’ll stay here with Sadie. You need to clean yourself up.”

“There hasn’t been time, Mamá.” Cindi doesn’t feel heroic, but she does feel filthy.

“There’s time now, dear. She’s safe. She’s in good hands. You did well. You should take care of yourself now.“

“I will, Mamá. But first I have to tell you some things. Sadie...she was in love with one of them.”

“Stockholm Syndrome?”

“Worse, he brainwashed her. Look. For a while she’s...she’s going to want to kill me. I think she’ll get over it. But until then you can’t remove the rheanite.”

“What rheanite?”

“There is some permanent...jewelry. Two nipple rings and a clit ring. They’re welded on. They’ll have to be cut off, but not yet. They are filled with rheanite. You’ll have to fix her before you can remove them. Otherwise, she might rip up half the planet trying to find me. Trying to kill me, Mamá.”

“So you’re not staying with her?”

“No, I’m going to tell them, the Legion, that I am, but I’m not. I’m going to go away for a while. I...I have a lot to think about, Mamá.”

“Going you be with your ‘God’?” Hippolyta can’t hide the quaver of concern in her voice.

“Yes, Mamá. Look, all those months ago.... In your office.... It’s not as one-sided as I made it sound. He trusts me. He loves me.”

“But Kynthia, can you really trust him? I’m not just saying that because he’s male. I’m not. He’s a God, dear. What will you do if he decides he’s done with you? What will you do if he decides he’s used you up?“

«“Let her have her fear, Cindi. It’ll be useful to the plan.“»

«Right.»

Cindi lowers her eyes. “I...I’ll be okay Mamá. He won’t...he won’t hurt me.”

“Kynthia. Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

“Mamá, seriously, I’ll be fine,” says Cindi, with another nervous glance downward for good measure.

“Kynthia, I’ll miss you. Please be careful.” The Queen of the Amazons looks over at her new charge. “Don’t worry about Sadie. We’ll take good care of her. We fixed her once; we’ll do it again.”

“I know you will, Mamá. No one else anywhere else could help her right now. You’re the best.”

Later, back on Spyglass, Blake is wearing a grim expression.

“I’ve been to the coordinates in Carthage City that you teleported up from, Cynthia,” says Blake.

“I see.”

“We’re not going to be able to use you as the poster child for our ‘no kill’ policy anymore, are we?”

“No. No, you’re not. Blake, I’m...I’m gonna need—”

“You’re gonna need some time off. Indefinite leave of absence. Not a problem. Elasto saw the state that Sadie was in. He also saw that you were covered in gore. Look, I can convince Commissioner Gerten not to go after you. But it would be best if you...disappeared for a while anyway.”

“I’m sorry, Blake. They had guns in a closed-in basement. I want to say that I was afraid of stray bullets, of ricochets. I want to say that I was protecting Sadie. But that would be a lie. Oh, Blake! If you had seen her!”

“It’s okay, Cynthia. I did see the Spyglass security video from when you brought her through. I talked to Elasto. I...I don’t know if I would have done anything differently if it were me...So...you’re going back to her now?”

“Yeah...Has anyone called Claud?” She wants to know the answer, but mostly she doesn’t want Blake to notice the lie in her response to him. She hates to lie to Blake, but she has to. I’ve refused to let him in on the plan, so she has no choice.

“He’s on his way back now. At his top speed, without the Uenan wormhole to help him, he’s estimating 35 days to get back. He said thanks, Cynthia.”

Cindi just nods her head. We have a month before anyone will know that Majestic Woman is gone. Cindi was right. This is the perfect time for her to drop out of sight. This horrible tragedy for Majestic Woman is now an incredible stroke of luck for my plan.

Teleporting back to Greece, Cindi is soon in Themiscyra again. She tries to look in on Sadie once more, but the throng of friends who have come to visit her already is just too daunting. They’re all willing to make way for the Chosen One, but Cindi is not sure she should see Sadie anyway. If Sadie is awake, Cindi is not sure what she would say. She’s not sure how Sadie would receive her. Better to just leave.

Cindi walks to her mother’s mansion not far from the hospital, lost in her thoughts. She goes up to her room. She leaves her LoH communicator in her sock drawer. The irony is not lost on her. In her heart she says goodbye to her life as a superhero and as an Amazon, possibly forever. Tears in her eyes, she flies off to meet me.

She alights on the upper balcony of a huge two-story penthouse apartment, her new home. Waiting for her there is a tall, dark-skinned man, one of the Ten Thousand. It’s not someone she’s seen before. After all, she’s nowhere near Falkirk, Australia.

I’m him, of course. I run up to Cindi. I want to welcome her. I want to hold her. I want to gaze into her eyes and hold her hand and show her around our new place. But she motions me back. She’s trembling. She’s sobbing silently. There’s a lot of crazy emotion going through her head, but through it all I can see she loves me. The problem is that her self-control is so fragile right now she’s afraid she might hurt me.

I can respect that, but I might have a solution. I was thinking we wouldn’t need it until later. In the center of the apartment is a spiral staircase. Draped over the guardrail is a bike lock attached to a fifty meters of plastic-coated steel cable, which is attached solidly to a two-story metal post in the middle of that stairwell. It’s long enough that she can get anywhere in the apartment while locked down. I pick up the lock and show it to her.

“Would you like to be just human for a while?”

Still sobbing, she nods her head. I clip the lock to her D-ring, and smother her in a hug. At first it is disconcerting to her that I am not “Greg Wolfe”, the body she is used to calling “Lord”, but that only lasts a second or two. She buries her head in my chest and sobs. She clutches me as hard as she can, a hug that would have crushed my ribs moments ago. I stroke her hair and comfort her. I can’t help that this is a bit arousing to me though. I’m touching Cindi in her own body for the very first time. I wouldn’t mind a little more of this, but Cindi is trying to get herself under control. She has some things that she wants to say to me.

“Haven’t snif haven’t you ever wondered why I’ve never asked you for another name to call you...other than ‘My Lord’?“

“I’m not sure I would have had one to give you.”

“That doesn’t matter. You are My Lord. You will always be My Lord...Do you remember when I offered to be a crack whore for you?”

“I try not to. It wasn’t exactly my finest moment with you.”

She looks up at me with love in her eyes and laughs, but stays on course. “I offered because I was afraid, but when I said it, it excited me too. Offering to do animal porn for you. Offering to be a drug addict for you. Offering to fuck STD carriers bareback in public for you. Offering to be a torture slut for you. It excited me. And it scared me that it excited me. You could have done any of those things to me, or worse, and I would have let you.“

“Cindi, I didn’t want—”

“But you didn’t. You loved me instead. You saved me from myself. And I’ll love you and worship you forever because of it. I’m so frightened of what could have happened to me. I’m terrified of what I could have allowed myself—what I could have helped myself—to become.“

“But Cindi, I did this to you,” I protest. The traitor in my shorts is not paying any attention to my self-flagellation. Neither is Cindi.

“My Lord. This is who I really am. This is who I was meant to be. Some day someone else might have found the slave inside me, the way that Bugspray found the slave inside Sadie. If that slavemaster were a true sadist...if that slavemaster were cruel to me...I could have ended up just like Sadie, maybe even worse. But instead the man who made me a slave loves me. You...love me. You make me happy. You protect me, even from myself—”

“And I only did it because I planned to use you as bait—”

“But you loved me enough abandon your plan, at least the part of the plan that called for me being a helpless, clueless pawn. You loved me enough to tell me. And I loved you enough to volunteer.”

“And this thing that you volunteered for, is it any better than any of those other fates I ‘saved’ you from?”

“It has to be done. There’s no other way. The dominoes have to fall, and I’m the first domino. But I know that you’ll protect me. I know that while I’m walking that wire you’ll save me from them. And you’ll save me from myself. My Lord, in Carthage City...in that basement...I looked into Sadie’s eyes and I saw myself. But you have to believe me, I never saw you when I looked at her master. Oh, far, far from it.“

She pushes away from me. She reaches under her hip and hands me the key to her collar. She removes her uniform, armbands, boots. She falls to the floor. She finds a familiar posture, one she hasn’t adopted for months. Head down. Ass up. Arms stretched toward me.

“My Lord and Master, you made me the woman I was meant to be. Then you cherished and protected me. What can I do to convince you that I am living my dream when I ask you how I can serve you? How could I not serve you? I owe you everything.“

What do you even say to something like that. I’ve lived twelve thousand years, loving thousands of women. But none of that prepared me for this one. I’ve had slave women for over nine thousand years. But none of them taught me what to say to the free woman who wants to be my slave.

Well, the big head is coming up blank. Let’s see what the little head has to say. “I am so fucking hot for you right now, Cindi. Come with me.”

She stands with a grin and follows me. There is still a bit of sadness in her eyes, but she wants me, even without slavebody desires driving her. I can show her around the apartment later. Right now I think I’ll take her on a guided tour of the bed.

Hours later we’ve showered. We’re having a late dinner by Arizona time although it’s nowhere near dinner time here. I’ve removed the lock and cable, so she is her full-powered self. She trying to be as relaxed and natural as she is used to being after sex, but there’s still some tension in there. Part of it is Sadie; she can’t stop thinking about the poor girl. But part of it is about herself, or rather about her body. “It’s not the same, My Lord.”

I was afraid of this. “I know. ‘Wet firecracker’, right?”

“Right.”

“I’m sorry about that. There’s nothing I can do to give you Annette’s genome.”

“It’s okay. I feel so different having sex in this body. I feel so much...less, so inadequate. I just hope...I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

I smile at her. I give her a deep, passionate kiss. “You were fine. Even without your powers, you are a world-class athlete with a porn star body. Your vagina is so tight that if it were not also so wet I never would have made it in. Your muscular control is so good that I was fighting not to cum almost constantly. I was in your head, Cindi. I know that it wasn’t as good for you as it was for me. I hope I didn’t let you down.“

“Are you kidding? Can normal humans go for that long? Seriously, I’ve seen the commercials warning about erections longer than four hours. What’s it called? Priapism? I wasn’t watching the clock but you had to be at least close to that. Thank the Go—.... Thank goodness for the ‘Shield’, or I wouldn’t be able to walk right now. ”

“Men in my herd can maintain erections almost indefinitely.” I’ve had some studies done, very discreetly. My men are actually still circulating blood adequately to maintain tissue oxygenation while fully erect. Again, I bred them for it, but until recently I never knew how it worked.

“Well, I...I loved it. Every endless minute of it. But it’s not the same...My Lord, I can’t live in Annette’s body forever. She deserves to live her life too. Will it always be like this? Will I always be like this?“

“Let’s...let’s just get through the plan. There’s no definite future for you or me or anyone as long as those Olympian bastards are around.” I don’t have the heart to tell her. I still haven’t figured out a sure way for her to survive the end game.

That’s a complete mood killer for me. She senses it too, that something is bothering me. It doesn’t take a psychic, heh.

“Okay, so what’s next then?” She’s uncomfortable, I’m uncomfortable, so she wants to talk business. It’s something to fill the silence.

“Well, the next part of the plan calls for us to bait the hook and wait for a bite.”

“And while we’re waiting?”

“Well, we can’t go out together yet. Things developed a bit...suddenly. There’s no wardrobe for you here. Your Majestic Woman uniform is the only thing you have to wear. Annette is sending some things from Falkirk, but it may take a day or two. We can go out shopping for more after that. And then we just do whatever we want until things start happening.”

“So I’m trapped in this apartment with you...”

“Only for twelve hours a day. The other twelve will be in Falkirk.”

“Ssh. Don’t interrupt.” She grins at me with an evil glint in her eye. “I’m trapped here with you for days. How will we ever pass the time?“

She falls to her knees and poses in prostration again. Humbly, meekly, but with a full voice, she looks up at me and pleads, “Oh, My Lord! It is my greatest joy to be your slave. Thank you for finding me. Thank you for bringing me to you. Thank you for taming me and training me in your service. How can I serve you now?”

My mouth is dry, but my pants very nearly aren’t. If you think it’s a rush to hear that kind of talk from a woman who is completely under your thumb, that’s nothing compared to hearing it from a woman who could snap your neck like a dry twig.

Yes, I think we’ll be able to find something to do to pass the time.

A month later, Power Man finally arrives back on Earth. The Wraith, through one of his new “undercover Amazon” Interpol contacts, arranges for Power Man to visit his ailing cousin in Themiscyra. When he arrives there, hugs are given and received like precious currency. Tears flow like water. The things they have been waiting to say to each other, she for one month, he for five, are said and heard and cherished.

Eventually, Claud’s only living relative, the last hope for saving their race from extinction, tires and drifts off to sleep.

Claud goes out into Themiscyra in search of his great friend, Cynthia, to thank her for...well, for everything. But she is nowhere to be found.