Mezmerella vs The New Generation

It dawned on Mirage all too late that she had been played. She knew all too well of Miss Guise's inherent talent for reading people, and the realisation that the shapeshifter had more than likely played the nervous but excited captive based on Mirage's own seductive body language was salt in the wound. The fact she had undergone a sexual awakening under her mistress' command was no excuse for letting herself make such an idiotic mistake.

Pushing herself off the shapeshifter, she flipped back onto her high heels and turned to survey the lecture hall. However, it was too late. Her flip had only brought her closer to the real Ghostess. By the time Mirage caught sight of her, the superpowered woman was half-way through possessing Mirage’s body.

"NO--!" Only her mistress and whom she deemed worthy could control her! Not some upstart rookie who hadn't even finished her senior year at college!

"Sister, please, just chill!" Ghostess' otherworldly voice echoed inside Mirage's own head as she disappeared completely within the body of her mentor. "We're gonna help you--Ugh."

Tyra had anticipated Mirage putting up a fight. The agent was well trained in every aspect of her mental defenses, and despite the fact they had clearly been breached already, Ghostess had had no intention of underestimating the woman. However, the resistance she met from Mirage's consciousness was unprecedented.

'I belong to my mistress! I am loyal only to my mistress! I belong to my mistress! I am loyal only to my mistress...!'

The simple repetitive mantra roared inside Mirage's head, which Tyra's own mind now shared. Possessing a host usually meant the person's conscious mind was **** into a state similar to non-REM sleep, allowing Ghostess to take full control of the 'awake' body without any interference. However, it seemed that Mirage knew a way to resist the induced slumber and was using a **** mantra in an attempt to overwhelm Tyra's thoughts and **** her literally out of the femme fatale's body.

Furrowing Mirage's brow in concentration, Ghostess calmed herself. She could be patient when necessary and was determined to last out her corrupted mentor's resistance. She didn't know for sure how long Mirage could hold against her possession, but she owed it to the agent to persevere. The woman had been instrumental in helping Ghostess make the step from vigilante to superheroine and--

'I belong to my mistress! I am loyal only to my--!'

Suddenly, the mantra ended, making Ghostess open her (or rather Mirage's) eyes in surprise. Mirage's resistance hadn't faded, it had stopped. Had she given up? Or had the induced sleep from the possession taken effect?

"Hey, that you, Ghost?" Miss Guise answered with cautious curiosity to which Ghostess nodded despite her confusion. The shapeshifting heroine had reverted to another of her standard on-patrol disguises: average height, athletic build, and wearing a black catsuit that left only the form's lightly tanned face and short brown bob haircut exposed.

Miss Guise pulled lightly on the binds holding her to the chair. "Mind helping a sister out?"

"Oh. Right, sure," Tyra replied, quickly bending over to assess the bonds that had been meant for her. At the same time, she tried her best not to shove Mirage’s naked assets back in her friend’s face. "The off command's probably on the tablet, just give me a minute."

"Take your time," Miss Guise answered with the best shrug she could manage while Ghostess picked up the dropped tablet computer. "Not like you already didn’t when she was feeding me pie."

"Sister, I know, I’m sorry," Ghostess replied with a shake of Mirage's head at her partner's humour. “It shook me up too, and then I had to remind myself to stay outta sight.” Looking over the screen interface, Tyra was glad to see it was relatively intuitive, she just hoped it didn't require any passwords. "I just need to--"

*CLAP CLAP CLAP*

"My, my, very impressive girls!" An ominously satisfied voice called out over the sound of the speaker's slow applause and approaching footsteps. Both heroines turned their heads toward the upper rows on the opposite side of the auditorium.

"Mezmerella, seriously!?" Miss Guise scoffed incredulously. Deliberately trying to draw the villainess's attention to herself, Miss Guise spoke up again as Ghostess tapped away at the tablet controls, "How the hell did someone like you get to Mirage?"

"Tsk, tsk, going for my ego so soon, Miss Guise?" Mezmerella chuckled, her confident grin unhindered by the insult. Coming to a stop about half way down the hall steps, the redhead continued, "We'll get to the Q & A in a moment, but first, I think a demonstration is in order."

Mezmerella then raised what looked like a small remote to her lips, making Miss Guise squint in an attempt to examine the device from a distance. 'What is she doing?'

After pressing both a trigger on the underside of the remote and circular button on the top, the villainess spoke softly into the device while a small blue light was active. The command took a couple of seconds, enough time for Miss Guise to notice a second small blue light in her peripheral vision. 'Oh no! She can't have!'

"Ghost? Ghostess!?"

Miss Guise called, but Tyra was already lost in the orange and yellow spiral that had filled the tablet's screen the moment Mezmerella had activated it from her remote.

‘Follow the spiral, all that exists is the spiral and my voice. My voice will guide you when you hear the tone.’

The command echoed around Tyra’s consciousness. Deeper and deeper, the spiral flowed into the centre of her gaze, holding her focus as the voice had told her to follow. Soon the spiral changed, flowing from yellow on orange to a light green on darker tones. Briefly, Ghostess’ mind wondered if she should still follow, but the voice didn’t guide her away from it. The tone would tell her when the voice would guide her. Yes, she would continue to follow...

Mirage’s body sank slowly to her knees as Tyra’s mind began to relax. Her host’s body was still aroused from toying with Miss Guise, it was pleasant. Her breath softening, Ghostess watched the spiral on the screen in her hands with a docile smile on Mirage’s lips.

“Ghost! C’mon, snap out of it!” Miss Guise shouted to her friend, but there didn't appear to be any sign of reaction on Mirage’s features.

“She can't hear you, Miss Guise,” Mezmerella spoke up, walking down the rest of the steps and into the Planetarium’s centre circle. Waving her remote device lightly, the villainess made her way toward her possessed ****. “She’ll only hear what I want to hear thanks to that ear piece.”

‘Horseshit!’ Miss Guise seethed internally, focusing her attention on Ghostess Mirage. Despite Mezmerella’s claims, there was nothing covering Mirage’s right ear. Thus, Ghostess could definitely hear her, the shapeshifter just had to say the right things loud enough, “Ghost! It’s me, Guise! I need you to snap the fuck out of whatever this stage hypnotist is trying to do and kick her ass!”

Mirage’s brow furrowed. Ghostess could hear the words of her friend. They felt wrong. Her friend's instinctive cursing was something both she and her host would normally curtail, but that didn’t matter right now, did it? No, following the spiral mattered… It was all that--

“GHOST!”

Miss Guise’s angry yell ruffled her concentration again. Why was her friend trying to stop her following the spiral? Was something wrong? No, the spirals--

“SNAP. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. IT!”

Ghostess blinked, Mirage’s eyelids closing for the briefest of moments, and her gaze was broken from the green spiral holding her thoughts on the one central idea to follow it. Something was wrong! Miss Guise was in trouble. Ghostess had to ‘snap out of it’, she had to help her friend.

“Guise, I--” Ghostess began to move Mirage’s eyes away from the screen, to try and focus on the danger at hand, but the spiral changed again. Back to the dancing orange and yellow pattern that had captured her mind before. It was so beautiful, so fascinating...

“Masturbate,” Mezmerella spoke into Ghostess’s ear with a stage whisper all too obviously meant to carry to Miss Guise. “Your friend looks so tense, help show her how to relax!”

The spiral changed once more to light and dark green and Ghostess felt her thoughts sluggishly return to her. Mirage’s left hand began to tend to her body’s aroused and needy cunt, the other holding the tablet in place. Ghostess felt a ghost of pride. She had snapped out of it and was helping her friend. She moaned as erotic pleasure surged through Mirage’s body. She was so wet and ready. Ghostess re-positioned Mirage’s body. Miss Guise needed to have a good view of the platinum blonde’s gorgeous pussy. Miss Guise looked so stressed! She had to help her friend.

Mezmerella walked away from the body of her masturbating ****, and gave Miss Guise a conspiratorial wink accompanied with a contemptuous all-yours gesture with her hands towards Mirage. The meaning was clear: “Your turn”.

‘Fuck you, you sick bitch!’ Miss Guise’s anger almost had her make the costly mistake of looking Mezmerella directly in the eye. The villainess didn’t have her hypnotic goggles active at the moment, but the shapeshifter knew how dangerous it would be to give the perverted woman the chance. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a calming breath to vent her disdain for the game Mezmerella was playing.

“Very good, Ghostess,” Mezmerella chuckled at the sight, enjoying the battle of restraint on Miss Guise’s features. Making her way over to the lecturer’s desk, Mezmerella tapped her remote and reactivated the command spiral while Miss Guise’s eyes were closed, and encouraged her captive’s play, “She’s relaxing already. Keep masturbating and show her how good it feels to obey.”

“NO! STO--” Memerella frowned at Miss Guise’s attempt to interrupt her command, quickly turning the spiral back to the green holding pattern, “--P IT, GHOST! THIS ISN’T HELPING ME! YOU NEED TO SHUT THIS BITCH OUT!”

Ghostess’s mind was conflicted. She had followed the spirals, followed the voices’ instructions, but was something still wrong? She had snapped out of the trance. She had masturbated and relaxed into her host’s arousal. She was helping her friend, wasn’t she? It felt good to relax. So very good to obey, Mirage’s pussy was on fire, gushing with need and Ghostess was loving it!

“Good… to obey, see?” The words stumbled past Mirage’s lips. Holding the tablet in place over her face as Mirage now lay on her back, Ghostess thrust her hips up toward her friend. Mirage’s leaking snatch on full display between her open legs and Ghostess drove two fingers between her folds. It felt so good. How could anything be wrong? “Relax, obey. Feels so good, Jayne.”

“Ghost,” Miss Guise whispered desperately, fearful that she wouldn’t be able to get through to her friend. She didn’t care that Tyra had said her name in front of a villain, but the way she’d said her name struck right at the shapeshifter’s heart. Ghostess’s voice had been so earnest and caring, almost as if she was trying to comfort a lover.

“How sweet,” Mezmerella mused, now leaning against the lecturer’s desk. “Are you sure there was never anything between you two,” the villainess chuckled, gesturing between Miss Guise and the enraptured Ghostess Mirage, “or three, I guess?”

‘How dare you!?’ Miss Guise dug her fingers into the armrests of her, her wrists still held snugly within the metal clasps. She desperately wanted to be free and kick the older woman’s ass. To punish her for mocking the friend she cared for and mentor she respected.

Jayne Doe was a jokester and an extrovert, proud to be a shapeshifter and felt no shame about having to go commando everytime she went on a mission. She liked to play and party hard, never taking life too seriously, but this… One of her best friends masturbating inside her insanely hot mentor’s body at the direction of some mad, mind controlling lesbian? In her dreams, this would be one ass wild fantasy, but this was real life and it was time for Jayne to get serious.

“Ghostess!” Miss Guise called out defiantly. Her friend gave no reaction, Mirage’s fingers continuing to dance over her folds, but Jayne would not give up. She was going to get through to Tyra and together they would make Mezmerella pay! “This isn’t you! You have to fight this! You are a superhero and you help your friends!”

“Help,” Ghostess repeated, her breath hitched, Mirage’s body was reaching her climax. Tyra wanted to reach it so badly, to show Jayne how to relax, but… “relax?”

“NO!” Mirage’s hand stilled, Ghostess didn’t understand the contradiction. The spirals and the voice told her to masturbate to help Miss Guise relax, but her friend sounded even more stressed. Seeing her chance, Miss Guise continued, “You have to help me fight this bitch!”

“But...feels good to obey?” Ghostess thumb idly stroked her clit, keeping her pleasure alive, hoping Miss Guise would see. See how good she felt, how much she wanted this to be right.

“NO! You are a superhero! You do the right thing, even when it hurts!” Jayne insisted, beginning to feel the hope that she could break Mezmerella’s hold. “You help those in need! And I need your help!”

“Help…” Ghostess blinked again. The spiral was still there, holding her focus, but now she it was wrong. It had felt good to obey, but it didn’t help her friend. She had to help Jayne! She would look away and--

Ghostess didn’t even notice the sensation of the ear piece being removed from Mirage’s left ear, and a pair of chunky, sound cancelling headphones falling into place over her host’s head. The orange spiral was back. Dancing in front of her eyes, so beautiful and--

“Masturbate, obey, and cum,” Mezmerella spoke softly into her remote’s microphone.

“NO, TYRA!” Ghostess never heard her friend’s final plea.

“AHHH!” As Mirage’s body erupted in orgasm, Tyra’s mind floated away in a wave of pleasure. It felt so good to obey! She had never felt euphoria like this before. Using Mirage’s hand, Tyra began her ministrations in earnest, driven by the voice’s command she found her climax, but she didn’t stop.

Thrusting her hips up into her fingers, Tyra obeyed and came again. Her wrist ached, fingers curling inside her folds, as she continued to obey and cum. Masturbate, obey and cum. Masturbate, obey and cum.

“Stop,” the voice of the spiral told her. The voice it felt so good to obey. “Masturbate, listen, and obey.”

Instantly, Ghostess’s world was filled with new sound… New commands, new instructions, new thoughts and directives. The spiral ate her thoughts and the sound filled the void. A smile spread across Mirage’s lips as Ghostess continued to lazily finger the femme fatale’s pussy.

To obey was pleasure. Pleasure was all she needed… To feel happy & loved…

“You know, you're rather taking the fun out of this, Miss Guise,” Mezmerella teased, turning away from Mirage’s writhing form and placing her full attention on Miss Guise once more. In one hand she held her remote, and in the other was one of the two sets of programming headphones she had taken from the lecturer’s desk. They had been for Mirage to use on her two proteges, but while Mezmerella had faith in her slutty sleeper agent, she also had faith in the youthful heroines of tomorrow. One of which was now forgoing all caution and looking Mezmerella dead in the eye with a look that could make lava turn cold. “Oh, who am I kidding,” the redheaded villainess grinned with a dramatic shudder, “the look on your face is priceless!"

“Fuck you,” Miss Guise cursed, her anger palpable. Such passion and soon it would be Mezmerella’s to wield.

“That’s the plan,” she winked behind her goggles before placing her remote back on her belt and making her way over to the bound heroine. Miss Guise turned her head, looking down to her side in what seemed like defeat as she lamented what she could have done differently. "Come now, Miss Guise. Did you really think I would risk losing control of this delightful situation?"

“It doesn’t matter,” Miss Guise gritted her teeth, refusing to look back up. She knew Mezmerella was moving into her endgame. The bitch had toyed with her by letting her think there was a chance she could get Tyra out of her trance. So now, it was Jayne’s turn, she let Mezmerella think she’d won. “You won’t get away with this!”

"I already have, dear,” Mezmerella cooed as if the words might reassure her prey. Placing her hands gently over Miss Guise’s, Mezmerella leaned down to bring her face level with the heroine’s. Miss Guise refused to look at her now, a last act of defiance to avoid her goggles. “It won't take long for us to see eye to-- Ack!"

Miss Guise cut the villainess's gloating short with a firm headbutt to the bridge of Mezmerella's nose. As the redhead staggered back, and clutched her face, she also dropped the spare set of headphones to the floor. Miss Guise focused her power and shifted her body, changing her form to that of her 10 year old self. Her body and limbs shrinking to slip through the chair's restraints, before immediately shifting back to her previous form, her arms and legs now free.

"Shit," Miss Guise panted, struggling to rise from the chair and stand on her feet, "do you have any idea how much that hurts!? Heh, judging from that nosebleed, maybe you do!"

“Clever girl,” Mezmerella groaned through her pain. Lowering her hand, she glanced down at her gloved palm to see her now broken hypno-goggles peppered with drops of her own blood. “A lesser heroine would have slipped her bonds earlier, but you waited for the moment of maximum reward,” she mused, before locking her eyes back on Jayne with the most unnerving smile Miss Guise had ever seen, “Of course, you had to sacrifice your so called ‘friend’ to me to get that moment.”

“Rgh, that is NOT what happened!” Miss Guise defended. Shrinking herself down and shifting back up so quickly took a lot of effort and pain. Pain she could deal with, but she was still out of breath from the rapid changes. If she’d tried to do that before landing a hit, she would have been caught. Mezmerella would have dropped her foreplay and used her goggles to neutralise her, the very same goggles that lay broken in Mezmerella’s hand.

“Keep telling yourself that,” the villainess baited her, blood still trickling down her chin. “She’ll thank you for it while you eat out her pussy!”

“EAT THIS!” Miss Guise’s anger finally got the better of her. Spinning on her heel, she aimed a roundhouse kick for Mezmerella’s head. Her aim was wild in her rage, and her speed was down thanks to her exhaustion, but all she wanted right now was to kick the smile off the mind controller’s face.

“And do you know what the best part is?” Mezmerella continued to goad her opponent as blocked the kick with a raised forearm. The dominant woman knew her fighting skills would be no match for a trained NSA Super, especially one with such a talent for reading body language. So Mezmerella knew she had to keep Jayne angry and stop her catching her breath. Parrying a wild punch, she continued, “You’re going to beg me to forgive you for this. Of course, I won’t hold it against you. I know how this game works and you’ve played wonderfully, but oh how you’ll beg.”

“Shut up, bitch!” Jayne hissed as her next couple of strikes were dodged, but this only moved Mezmerella into the line of a kick to her midsection. The villainess stumbled back toward Ghostess, who was completely lost in her own blissful reality.

‘I have to get Ghost free fast!’ Miss Guise resolved. Feeling her foot brush past plastic, Jayne noticed the pair of headphones Mezmerella had planned to use on her. In one fast motion, she hooked her foot under the band and kicked the accessory at its creator’s face.

“Huh,” Mezmerella brought her hands up and batted the headphones away, but only a second later, Miss Guise had tackled her to the ground. The nubile shapeshifter using her momentum to flip over her prone opponent and reach out her foot to kick the tablet screen from Mirage’s hand.

“Hmph,” the momentum was pulled out of her strike as Mezmerella grappled Miss Guise’s arm from behind. The heroine’s foot did still land, but with only enough **** to knock the tablet to the ground, green spiral still spinning upward at the ceiling, “Ghost!”

Mirage blinked, her body slick with sweat and arousal. Ghostess could still hear the voices, but the spiral was gone, no longer could she follow it. Her thoughts were seemingly her own again rather than the single path laid out by the spiral. Now she would choose her path. Turning her tired gaze to her side, she saw Mezmerella pulling Miss Guise back, and then the heroine swivelling on her feet to in turn **** Mezmerella away from Ghostess.

Yes, she would help her friend.