Laurel Lance

Adrian Chase sat in his lavish office at Chase Incorporated and stared intensely at his wishbone. He'd begun his **** on Oliver Queen by subjecting his mother, sister, and friend to his will. Right now, Moira was at his newly acquired mansion wearing a skimpy French maid outfit and cleaning his new home. Thea Queen was getting gangbanged at a frat house getting gangbanged for pocket change and ****. And Felicity Smoak was currently crouched underneath his desk with his cock in her mouth.

Chase carefully reviewed the dossier he'd put together on Oliver and instantly knew his next target.

"I wish Laurel Lance was standing in my office right now, unable to speak or move unless I say otherwise."

Instantly, a confused Laurel Lance appeared in front of Chase.

"Hello Laurel. I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. You see, your friend Oliver Queen has greatly wronged me. During his time as the Arrow, he murdered my father. And unfortunately for you, you are another step in my **** plans."

Laurel was flabbergasted. Oliver was the vigilante. And somehow this man held some sort of power over her, leaving her unable to react outwardly.

"I wish Laurel Lance would obey any command I give her."

Laurel shuddered inside her mind when she heard the words. This man had already shown that he had complete power over her, and she knew that he wasn't bluffing.

"Let's get started Miss Lance."