Good Things Come to Those Who Obey

“Ghost, are you back!?” Miss Guise stood defensively between Mezmerella and Ghostess, the villainess taking advantage of the pause to dust herself off and straighten out her cape. Glancing behind her, Jayne saw Tyra leave Mirage’s fatigued form, which went limp in unconsciousness. “Ghost?”

“I’m back, Miss Guise,” Tyra’s voice panted behind her mask, the young heroine taking a moment on her hands and knees. Breath still ragged, Tyra reached out and pulled the headphones from Mirage’s head, “I’m back, just… Yeah.”

“No problem!” It was Miss Guise’s turn to smile smugly, although in truth she couldn’t remember feeling more relieved. Her fighting spirit rejuvenated, Jayne took an offensive stance toward the appropriately annoyed Mezmerella, “I don’t need help to take this bitch. You just look after Mirage.”

“Sure, but,” Jayne’s high from her victory evaporated as that infuriating smile returned to Mezmerella’s blood stained lips and the villain reached for the remote on her belt. “I really think you need my help!”

In one mind shattering moment, Jayne felt the headphones fall into place over her ears as the tablet screen move into her vision. Ghostess’s arm wrapping around Miss Guise's side from behind to hold it in front of her friend's eyes. The orange spiral danced over Jayne's eyes and dragged her in. She fell without another thought.

“Masturbate, listen and obey.” Mezmerella spoke with satisfaction into her microphone. Another conquest completed and two more sluts to add to her harem, and such resilient sluts at that. One had actually managed to injure her. It had been over three years since she’d made such a slip.

Miss Guise shifted in response to the initial command, there was no need to mimic clothes when touching herself. Not when masturbating. The cat-burglar style clothes rippled away to form naked skin as Tyra held Jayne in her arms. One of Miss Guise’s own hands lowered to begin teasing her folds, her eyes transfixed on the spiral. Ghostess shuddered in delight as she held the tablet in place, watching her beautiful friend’s muscles loosen as her mind embraced pleasure just as Tyra, “Yeah, sister, you look damn fine when you relax.”

“Take and hold the tablet,” Mezmerella took direct command again. She had a reward to give her new teenage slut-****, so Jayne would need to sustain her own programming. The hypnotised Miss Guise raised her free hand and took hold of the small computer from her corrupted friend. “Sit in a chair and continue to masturbate, listen and obey. You will not cum until permitted.”

Both Mezmerella and Ghostess watched with appreciation as Miss Guise walked back to the seat she had worked so hard to escape, her nudity now revealed to the world. Once she was seated, Jayne slipped a finger into her still dry pussy, beginning to massage her inner folds to rectify that. Mezmerella tapped her remote once more and allowed the automatic instructions to resume.

“Very well done, slut,” Mezmerella sighed happily, turning her eyes back to Ghostess. She was happy to see the heroine was subconsciously groping her own breast at the sight of her mesmerised friend doing the same. “You’ve helped her, and now she can finally learn how good it feels to obey.”

“Good to obey, Mistress?” Ghostess frowned under her mask at the thought. It didn’t seem right, why? She was beginning to feel good now, because she obeyed, right? Looking down, she felt surprise at seeing her own hands fondling her tits and immediately lowered her hands with a blush. “Ah, why would I do that!?”

“Do what, Tyra?” Mezmerella cooed, Ghostess felt her body still as she realised how close the villainess was in front of her now. Her embarrassment heightening as her eyes drank in the woman’s white, spandex clad body. It did nothing to hide the curves of her shapely ass and her erect nipples poked out against the fabric, inviting Tyra’s gaze.

“I-I…” Tyra Soules struggled within herself. The woman before her was so damn hot, it made her mind race and her heart dance with desire, but… Why would she desire a villain? Ghostess was a hero, “Why would I touch myself, Mistress?”

Wait… Realisation began to dawn in her thoughts. As if sunlight was clearing away the fog she hadn’t known was there. Her cognitive self finding its way back to her natural path of thinking.

Ever so slowly, she raised her gaze to Mezmerella’s face. The woman said she had Tyra, like the heroine was her personal property, and the smile on the redhead’s lips backed that claim up.

Her words were meek, and uncertain, but Ghostess knew she had to ask, “Why would I call you Mistres--AH!?”

“Because I am, slut,” Mezmerella husked, thrusting her hand forward to cup Ghostess’s crotch. Immediately, the experienced lesbian pushed her fingers into the teen’s folds through her costume. The elastic material allowing her fingers ample entry. “I’m impressed, Tyra. Truly. To still have doubts, to still be able to think for yourself after all those orgasms you had in Mirage’s body.”

“Huh, no I--” Tyra tried to protest, but she couldn’t figure out what she was objecting to. The fog was returning, closing back around her thoughts. It was the pleasure! The pleasure of Mezmerella’s hand fondling her vagin-- pus-- slut-cunt! Then the other woman was groping her brea-- boob-- ****-tits. Confused, her mind wandered, her thoughts finding a new path. A path along the spirals. The path of obedience. “Sto-stop, p-please!”

“Why?” The mind controller retorted, pinching the heroine’s hard nipple through her costume.

“I-I can’t think!” Tyra moaned, her body betraying how much she was enjoying what was happening, no matter how desperately she fought. She was so wet. Her costume slurped now as the stretched material moved in and out of her needy fuckhole with Mezmerella’s fingers.

After leaving Mirage’s body, the spiral’s hold on her mind had been almost absolute. A fog of euphoria clouding her mind and making her follow Mezmerella’s programming, but her body hadn’t sustained it. Her new subconscious had tried to tell Tyra’s body that she was aroused, that pleasure had been given for obedience, but the truth was that it hadn’t. Not to Ghostess’s real body and that had made the fog begin to clear, but now…

“Sluts don’t need to think, Tyra,” Mezmerella hissed in Trya’s ear, her thumb hovering over where she could feel the girl’s erect clit beneath her costume. “Sluts are good obedient girls who obey. Sluts are good girls who cum for their Mistress!” And with that, Mezmerella pressed hard against Ghostess’s clit like a launch button.

“AHH!” And launch Ghostess almost did, the most powerful orgasm of her young adult life ripping through her. For one, deliciously long moment, every part of Tyra’s body tensed. Her hard nipples pushing against her costume. Mezmerella’s palm groping her malleable titty-flesh. Her Mistress’s fingers deep in her snatch as her juices squished against her suit’s crotch. Everything felt so fucking good!

“Ah, so good,” Ghostess cried, feeling herself begin to move again, Tyra threw her arms around her Mistress. Embracing her dominant owner, the ****-slut began to hump her hips in time with Mezmerella’s fingers. “Feels so good! So good to obey! This slut obeys!”

“Mmm,” Mezmerella hummed in satisfaction, taking her other hand from the heroine’s lovely chest, she pulled Ghostess’s mask by the hood to reveal the heroine’s face. The dominant woman shuddered in delight. Tyra’s expression was one of pure wild lust. Her mouth open, practically drooling as her tongue hung as she screamed with reckless abandon. Her brown eyes moist with tears of joy as she humped her Mistress’s hand. “Much better.”

“Hmm, Mistress?” A third voice from behind Ghostess caught Mezmerella’s attention, although she still didn’t take her hand from between Tyra’s thighs. It seemed Mirage had finally recovered from her possession. “Oh no, Mistress, I--!”

“Quiet, Mirage,” Mezmerella ordered sternly, shifting her focus back to Ghostess, “I’m a little busy right now.” Allowing the young heroine to ride out her climax, Mezmerella wrapped her free arm around Tyra to help support her weight when she began to come down from her high. “There we go, Tyra. Come back to me.”

“This slut is yours, Mistress,” Tyra said between long breathes, resting her tired head on the villainess’s shoulder. Her frame still trembling with pleasant aftershocks, Tyra hugged her Mistress lovingly. “Thank you for not letting me go.”

“You’re welcome, ****,” Mezmerella cooed, kissing the girl’s cheek while stroking her fingers through Tyra’s short, curly locks. She also removed her lower hand from the young woman’s folds, placing it lazily on Ghostess’s hip to return the hug. Glancing back to Mirage, she noted that her pet agent was on all-fours with her head bowed to her in shame. Appropriate, really.

“Raise your head, Mirage. If you want to atone for failing then follow my next orders to the letter.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Mirage answered, lifting her head. Her tone betraying the disappointment she felt with herself. However, her eyes widened when she realised her Mistress was injured. “Mistress! Your nose--”

“Is for me to worry about,” Mezmerella cut her off, her stare now scathing as tears filled Mirage’s eyes. Truly it hurt for her Mistress to scorn her concern, but the look in her Mistress’s hot gaze told the naked slut that her time to truly atone would come. It might hurt, but it would also be so very good. “Again, follow my orders now if you want to please me, whore.”

“I do, Mistress Mezmerella. This **** wants for nothing else.”

“Good. Now, go back down to the lab and bring back a new set of hypno-goggles for me. I’m not quite finished with these two,” she instructed, gesturing between Ghostess in her arms and Miss Guise in the auditorium seat. Speaking of which, “Also, fetch me a strap-on harness, and some fucking pain killers. Now, go.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Mirage did her best to reply professionally, but she was already wet from imagining how her Mistress would punish her slut-****. Standing on her heels, she walked to the lecture hall’s door with haste, wanting to obey and be a good **** for Mezmerella once again.

“Slut! You know you are always to strut when my eyes are on you!” Mezmerella called sharply after her, a knowing smile on the dominatrix’s lips as her **** began to sway her naked hips with each stride. “That ass is mine, and it has never failed me!”

“It never will, Mistress,” Mirage looked back with a sultry glance and a final, accentuated swing of her butt as she rounded the doorway and made her way down to hidden elevator to Dr. Dora’s lab. Happy to serve, happy to please.

“Such a naughty sexretary,” Mezmerella chuckled before grimacing lightly. Her adrenaline highs from fighting Miss Guise physically and then subduing Ghostess sexually were wearing off, and her nose was finally beginning to bother her. “Note to self; stay out of headbutting range.”

“Mistress?” Ghostess asked, concern thick in her fatigued voice. Stepping back from Mezmerella slightly, the heroine stared adoringly at her Mistress. “Is there anyway I can help?”

“Hmm, one moment, ****,” Mezmerella replied, taking a moment to reassess the situation. “Help me set things up for your friend, I think she’s getting rather impatient just ‘sitting’ there.”

Turning her head to where Miss Guise was indeed sitting, Tyra noted with pride that that wasn’t all her friend was doing. Jayne was squirming in her seat. One hand with two fingers knuckle deep in her gushing pussy while the other held the tablet screen in place. She was following the spiral, listening and learning how good obedience could feel. Tyra sighed in satisfaction, her best friend was feeling the pleasure of becoming a lesbian sex ****.

“She looks so happy and loved,” she cooed, watching her friend masturbate with a smile.

“Yes, but we should help her feel even more so,” Mezmerella mused. One hand on her hip, she gave her command to Tyra. “Strip naked, slut. You won't need clothes again until your new suit’s ready.”

“Sure thing, Mistress,” the fallen Ghostess answered, a happy bounce in her voice. She wasted little time pulling off her dark blue gloves, dropping them to the floor as she then leaned down to unzip her boots and kicked them away. In almost giddy anticipation for what Mistress had planned for her **** fuckholes, Tyra lowered the front zip of her bodysuit and shivered at the feeling of cold air on her hot naked skin.

Aware that Mezmerella had returned to the desk behind her, Tyra made a deliberate show of pulling her skintight suit down her well sculpted form. The spandex resisted, pulling on her skin ever so gently as her own sweat acted like an adhesive. Fitting, she was shedding her suit like a second skin just as she was shedding her identity as a heroine.

“Ahh,” Tyra moaned when she reached her hips. Her forbidden juices slurped and squelched between her thighs as she persisted in pushing the suit lower. Her slut nectar dripped down her toned legs and Ghostess felt a small oragasm rush through her as ****-slit was finally exposed. She cooed, “Mmm, it’s so good to be free…”

“Yes, but not too free,” Mezmerella chuckled from behind her pet. Seizing her chance as Ghostess’s cum stained suit hit the floor, the villainess swooped in and reached her arms around Tyra from behind and deftly fastened a black belt with a spiral shaped lock around her waist.

“Mistress?” Ghostess gasped, confused and more than a little horny as one of the dominatrix’s hands stroked her abdomen. Through her reignited arousal, Tyra noticed that Mezmerella’s other hand held a second belt and the second pair of control headphones

“This will ensure that you stay mine, ****,” Mezmerella hissed in the former heroine’s ear, “No matter how far away you are, and no matter who tries to convince you otherwise. As long as you wear this ****-Lock, you will belong to me.”

“Belong...” The very word soothed Tyra’s soul. Tracing her fingers over the metal casing, Ghostess stared at the orange spiral. The perfect symbol of her enslavement. Of her obedience to Mezmerella.

“Here,” Mezmerella spoke, now standing to Tyra’s side. She was holding out the headphones and belt to her new pet, “put the headphones on and then place the belt around your friend. I want you both to be ready by the time Mirage gets back with my strap-on!”

“Haha, yes, Mistress!” Tyra giggled with a beaming smile. Placing the headphones over her head, Ghostess took the belt that she now knew would bound her best friend into a lesbian sex-slavery without a care in the world. Tyra no longer needed to care. Mistress Mezmerella would take care of everything for her.

“Very good,” Mezmerella’s voice echoed through Tyra’s mind from the headphones, and the young heroine smiled as she fastened the ****-Lock around Miss Guise’s hips. Tyra took extra care not to disturb her friend’s hand that was still stroking her snatch. Ghostess knew that her Mistress was using her remote to speak to her now. To control her like the fucktoy she was.

“Kneel between her legs and watch as she pleasures herself,” Ghostess obeyed. Lowering to her knees, the re-born nymph unconsciously licked her lips, anticipating the taste of Jayne’s sex on her tongue. “Observe her fingers closely, soon your tongue will replace them.” Tyra couldn’t wait!

Mezmerella took her finger off the microphone to chuckle at her pet’s enthusiasm to tongue fuck her partner, “As it should be.”

Standing to Tyra’s side, the villainess reached over to delicately grab the tablet computer in Miss Guise’s hand. Mezmerella was careful not to disturb the hypnotized shapeshifter’s grip on the device, both to maintain the girl’s trance and to make sure the screen didn’t turn her way. Without her goggles, Mezmerella was as susceptible to the pattern’s power as any one of her pets.

Raising her remote back to her lips, Mezmerella simultaneously deactivated the spiral and reactivated the microphone’s connection to both her ****-girls. Miss Guise’s fingers loosened as control of her own thoughts returned. Mezmerella seized her chance and pulled the tablet away, quickly instructing, “Tyra, lick Jayne’s pussy until commanded otherwise. Do NOT relent no matter how many times she cums! Jayne, you are now permitted to cum!”

“Wha--Huh! OH FUUUUCK!” Miss Guise’s brief moment of clarity did not give her time to fully understand the changes Mezmerella’s programming had wrought within her.

She was her Mistress’s lesbian, nymphomaniac sex ****. That was the truth the spiral had repeated to her over and over. She obeyed Mezmerella because it brought her pleasure, and pleasure was all she needed to feel happy and loved, but… The spiral had not truly rewarded Jayne with pleasure, instead holding her on the edge of climax. She wasn’t allowed to cum without permission and the spiral never gave her permission, but…

...Mistress Mezmerella did!

The moment Ghostess’s tongue touched her whore-pussy, everything clicked. The first of many reality changing orgasms ripped through Jayne’s body and locked the programming into place. This was the pleasure she would always remember if she ever doubted why she served. She was Mezmerella’s ****-fucktoy and Jayne loved it!

In **** need of more, Jayne hooked legs around Tyra’s neck and grabbed the curly locks beneath her friend’s headphones to pull her tighter in to her fuck-slit. Within seconds, the shapeshifter cried out a second climax and then a third… and a fourth. Wildly she humped her sister slut’s face, and Tyra’s tongue only became more wild in return as she drank her fill of sapphic love juice.

Taking a seat next to the two girls, the dominant redhead at the centre of the two new lesbians’ reality began to fondle her own tits through the tight white spandex of her costume. Trying to keep her mind on the two naked hotties and off her broken nose.

After tapping a few commands into Mirage’s tablet, a spherical monitor rose out of the lecture hall floor a few feet in front of the raunchy teens. It was the same type of device that so effectively hypnotised Helen and Violet while they were programmed. The screen was blank for now, and would remain so until Mezmerella could replace her mask.

This had been Mirage’s planned induction device for the rookie duo. The femme fatale had planned to trap both Ghostess and Miss Guise into front row seats and use the monitor to send them under. It was fortunate that Mezmerella had implemented several fail safes in case the pair broke away from the planned script, which they both definitely had.

Mezmerella groaned to herself, growing impatient for Mirage’s return. She really wanted some damn painkillers for her nose… However, watching the two heroics sluts go at it made her more impatient for the strap-on she was going to fuck them with.

“This is the worst pain of all,” the redhead mused, stroking her hot sex through her costume. “The pain of waiting.”