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Obedience over Matter

Monica Fourier was not an average woman although she oftentimes looked it. She was the sort of woman who truly enjoyed being alone and found more solace in the pages of a book than she did anywhere else, and even came with the stereotypical glasses. She worked in a rather dull data entry job that she savored for giving her eight hours a day where she didn’t have to think anything besides strings of numbers.

Excel sheets were much better than any job she’d had previously, and her gift had always made it difficult for her to keep a decent school schedule to aim higher.

What made Monica unusual was not that she kept to herself, or why she kept to herself, but what she was when she wasn’t alone. Monica was a telekinetic. She had taken it upon herself to be one of the costumed heroines that patrolled the streets of Midas City.

Unlike many of the super hero persuasion, Monica took no special name for herself. When she was patrolling, the costume she wore was of varying shades of sky blue and a matching light green. Using her power of mind over matter she’d stopped countless crimes and saved countless lives. She managed to stay under the radar by working subtly and not staying around for the glory that many of her kind relished. Once the day was saved, she left.

She was a quiet, solitary woman who hid behind the blandness her glasses and demure demeanor gave her although she was quite beautiful.

Her short brown hair was lightly curled and had a tendency to sweetly frame her face. Her skin was lightly freckled, and her eyes were a sweet mixture of gray and green. She was slender yet firm, and if she didn’t wear flowing clothing when outside of her costume more people would likely have noticed.

Of course, that was who she was before.

At the moment, she is crumpled on her knees, her costume discarded haphazardly, and the drool from her limp lips slowly traces down along the curve of her cheeks, her neck, and then pools over her breasts in the most delightful way imaginable.

Monica’s eyes look up at me, but they shine more now with obedience than intelligence. When she came here those eyes looked infinitely deep with thought and promise.

Now she looks hungry but tamed. Her nipples look harder than stone, and her thighs are wet and slick with desire. Whimpers continue to slide from her lips as the metal balls click behind us. My lips curl into a grin as I slide my chair closer to her and ease into the cushion. Every time the metal on my desk clacks together she whimpers, quivers, and clenches. Having this sort of power is intoxicating, even more when I know how dangerous the woman beneath me could be.

“So . . . you’re interested in a municipal supers program? Everyone calls us the badged supers branch, don’t they? Well not all of us here are supers in the innate sense. Some of us made the best of a bad situation. Some of us make the best of a good situation. Tell me about yourself, Teleslut . . . what do you offer a program like ours?” Knowing the answer makes asking the question even more fun.

Before she responds I curl a finger below her chin to help her eyes meet mine. Her sweat and drool shines in the dim light of my office, and it’s just enough to make her lovely body shimmer. “W-wasn’t . . . interested . . . Nnnn . . . Was walking . . . and . . .”

“That doesn’t sound right, does it? Think deeper, Monica. Remember what we discussed?” Carefully I time my words with the metal clicking behind us, and her body quivers more in response.

“Re . . . remember . . . Mmmm . . . Was . . . Walking . . . This girl shoved . . . Shoved a . . . something into my mouth and I . . . I couldn’t stop melting and . . . she kept talking and . . . oh . . . want a badge . . . That’s what she . . . what the smart girl told . . . oh . . .” Monica’s eyelids flutter, but none of her mind truly flutters. She may think she’s fighting me off or trying to grasp onto reality but all she’s doing is tiring her mind out.

Even with her eyes already looking so blank, and her body looking so torn by lust, I can see the signs that she is not mine yet. She’s learning to follow my words, but her will is still her own. Too many people who do what I do think the key to owning a woman is to smash her will.

After seeing my success, most agree the trick is to acquire their will and align their desires to your own.

“You were walking in here, weren’t you? It must be hard to remember, you’re so exhausted from the walk and our . . . conversation. You’ve since been telling me just how much you wanted to join my program and help Midas at a whole new level. You’ve been telling me that as much as you enjoy your job by day, you would prefer to only need the job you take on by night. You were interested in expanding that role, weren’t you? You can tell me, Monica. We’re all friends here.”

“Friends . . . friends . . . ?” She says the word as if she’s tasting it on her tongue and isn’t sure if it’s too sweet or too sour. Either way, she arches her back out with a hard shudder and her eyes flutter wildly. “Yess . . . Friends . . . Want that . . . need that . . . ooh . . .”

Monica clenches her whole body tight, and I grin at knowing every reason why.

It took a long time for me to learn how to read people this well. Starting young helped, but I think my brief time in jail helped a lot too. The capacity for empathy is very important and first hand experience really broadens a person’s perspective. This time I’m being a lot more careful. From now on I’ll be the one putting people behind bars and not tempting fate to throw me on the wrong side.

“I . . . Really want . . . What she told me, what . . . This part of my life, to never stop . . . And always feel that mindless . . . repetitive . . . Just obeying the moment, not . . . Not Monica, not thinking . . . Just a good girl . . . Like . . . licking at candy between my eyes . . . Oooh . . .”

She shifts, and clenches again with a deep guttural scream. The hot pink toy buried between her thighs slides into view from its hiding place behind her lips, and I delicately guide one of her own hands to its surface. “You need to keep this buried deep, Monica. Without it the candy between your eyes might run out. It might get easy to think again, and you wouldn’t want that. You love your candy cunt giving you a candy brain don’t you, Miss Fourier?”

“Oh fuuuuck yessss . . .!”

The hot pink disappears behind her flushed, dripping lips, and she stays clenched to keep it there. I can only imagine how good it must feel to have my assistant’s influence buried so deep inside of her, and so much of it too.

Mind over matter must be hard when so much of her mind is candy pink giggles.

“Good . . . So tell me, Monica. What do you bring to a program like ours? Just cover the basics. You’ll be filling out plenty of paperwork soon enough, and then our teams can get started on your training.” It feels so familiar even while it feels so much the same. Nothing is the same, but nothing is different. I know enough women who would agree and disagree, but right now Monica is the only woman in the world who matters.

Behind us the clicking continues, resonating within the peppermint and sugar behind her vacant gasping face.

A single blonde strand falls into my face, and I carefully reach up to adjust it off to the side. I don’t want a single stimulus to tear me away from the pure delight that is Monica.

“I can . . . can . . . move things . . . manipulate things with my mind . . . have a wide . . . wide range of con-con-trol with it . . . can . . . just move things, chucking them around or . . . manipulate them like with hands or . . . anything I can imagine, picture . . . like with invisible hands or . . . shapes . . .” She sounds so far gone, but so focused on being far gone. It’s the perfect tone of voice.

My recruiters always do such a good job, especially my first. “Oh? That’s very interesting. Then I want you to thrust that cunt candy in and out of your tight little body while twisting your adorable nipples with your invisible touch. I want to see just what you can do.”

“Yeesss . . .!” The toy begins to move between her legs, sliding out past her lips until almost the tip is visible, before it burrows deeply within her anew. Just like she described, her nipples twist with no hands to obscure the view. Pulled taut and turned clockwise then counter she looks so lost as her face twists and her body shudders into the invisible touches. Countless women have exhibited themselves before me like this, in my lap, or with me on theirs, but this still feels like a very special treat.

Even with her mind sealed behind glossy pink her mental power still works and it works for me. With the proper equipment I’m sure it can be fine tuned even more. Windy’s expertise has always been helpful.

Every thrust the hot pink makes, and every twist her mind makes, she loses more of herself. The thought sends tremors through every part of my being but I steady myself before rising to move behind her. Delicately I kneel and grasp her chin from behind as my lips brush against her ear. I don’t speak at first. Instead, I just enjoy the clacking sound her thrusts and twists sync with expertly.

A woman able to touch with infinite hands . . . the thought makes me feel faint.

When I’m sure my warm breath against her ear has had as much affect as it can as her own mind fucks the sense out of her, I speak, sure to keep my voice thick and husky as I can. “From now on, you are mine. You are company property. You will continue to protect Midas, but you will do it as I command. You will use your abilities as I command. You will do whatever I command. Your code phrase is obedience over matter, and when you hear it your strength, your focus, and your mind will drop away. You will become bound to the needs of your flesh, of your obedience to me.”

Frantically she nods, and the toy moves faster as her nipples twist harder. As the clicking picks up to match her new rhythm my lips grin so wide it hurts. She’s already so adept at conditioning herself. Her powers don’t seem to have any direct applications for control, but she will still have so many uses.

“Yesssss . . . Whatever . . . whatever you say! Whatever you waaant!” Her voice barely sounds like Monica’s anymore. Of course, that’s because she isn’t Monica anymore.

So few desirable women are removed from society enough to be barely noticed once they’re torn way from it. If I’d been looking to ensure such a thing, Monica would have already done so much of my work for me. Introverts make the best slaves.

“You are no longer Monica Fourier. You are now simply my little kinetic. Around others, you’ll have a capital ‘k’, but never around me. Always lowercase. Always enslaved. Always mine.” My lips close around the lowest point of her ear and suck. Her screams reach a new threshold as her body thrashes, and the smell of her lust thickens. I slide my well kept nails across every inch of her body and moan at the reaction of her supple flesh.

I lose track of how long the balls click, her pussy slicks, and her nipples twist, but some time after I’m sated with her body I pull back and watch her. None of her motions stop, or even slow. Carefully I step behind my desk and click the button on my buzzer. “Pink?”

Giggles sound through the speaker, and I grin a little more. She was my first recruiter and the first step in both of my business plans. She’s my own little good luck charm. The gods are supposed to favor the brainless, and if they do then Pink would be at the top of everyone’s list. “Enjoying the candy now that she’s out of her wrapper?”

“Yes, Pink, thank you. Page Windy. Once she’s done with her, you’ll have plenty of time to savor our newest recruit. The more things change, the more things stay the same.”