Positive-sum game

Jessica Jones blinked. And then she yawned. The deep kind of yawn that really puffed out her chest and felt like her ribs were nigh-bursting. The kind that really felt like you were expelling all your worries and stress.

Perhaps, perhaps that was because she was no longer unduly burdened by the menace of free-will.

She mulled that thought over. Free will was an interesting phenomenon. On the one hand, nature versus nurture and all that, but if she was being honest with herself, she leaned more towards the former. To her, nurture was but a result of other’s natures and so on and so forth, turtles all the way down.

So perhaps she had never really had it in the first place, just an approximation of it. And now even that illusion was shattered, or if it had ever been there in some threadbare sense, it was cut short. Now all that remained was the sequence of events that had led her here to this tower to be hypnotized and stripped of anything resembling independent decision making.

As she stared into the domino mask of Mumbo, she processed this truth and in so doing, felt the words he had whispered during her trance into her subconscious (real?) self blossom into thought.

“Oh! Thank you! Thank you! I didn’t realize mind control could be this wonderful.” Her puppet mouth faithfully recited. “You know,” she gestured to herself, “I was a fool before. I thought brainwashing was the most evil thing in the world. Obviously I was biased because I got the short end of the stick with the Purple Man, but now I know.” She nodded resolutely. “It’s so… serene. Peaceful. Like all is right with the world. I was so scared and fearful all the time before. Of the Purple Man mind controlling me again. Of some villain killing me. But not anymore.”

Mumbo, standing before her, resplendent, took a bow. The audience cheered, “Bravo. Bravismo,” tossing flowers at his feet. He graciously replied with a: “Thank you. Thank you. I’ll be here all week.”

A white gloved hand turned a page of the script in her head. “What can I do to repay you?” She asked, blinking doe-ish eyes up at her savior. “I’d do anything to repay such kindness, my hero.” Her tone turned sultry. One of her new truths was the axiom of woman existing to serve Mumbo with all of their bodies.

“Why, anything?”

“Anything.”

“Anything anything?”

“Anything.”

“When a lady as beautiful as yourself puts it that way, how can I refuse?” He dropped his pants. “I’d like you to make a phone call.”

“Not suck your cock?” She faltered. She was sure that was what he wanted. She existed to serve his needs after all, and his quite sizable member, erect as it was, displayed a clear and pressing need.

“In good time! But if you were doing that, then how could you call your husband and tell him he needs to come over here so he can be hypnotized as well?” Oh, duh. Of course that would be a problem. “Just, make sure to be discreet. Those plebeians outside these walls don’t know the intrinsic goodness of hypnosis, of submission to my grand design. If he found out you were being mind-controlled, he’d try to kill me, and we don’t want that do we?” Her head shook furiously from left to right and back and forth. Her husband wouldn’t understand, not as he was now. Hell, she wouldn’t have before all this either.

“Understood.”

“Good, then get on all fours.” She nodded and got down from the couch. She aligned herself on her hands and knees so that her head was pushed down to the ground and her ass was facing her master. She wiggled it a bit, not that he needed any more enticement, but because that was sexy and she had to be as sexy as possible because it would make him happier and that would make her happier and everyone would be happy.

She was wearing jeans. The kind that hugged her heart-shaped butt in such a way that they kept her shape clearly defined. No loose pants or slacks. It hadn’t been because she liked the sex appeal of it, or some self-empowerment nonsense. She hadn’t cared one way or the other about that facet of it; it was really just that she liked it in an aesthetic sense, that and the fact that they had always felt more comfortable to her than anything heavier.

But now she did. She really did. She loved the fact that they made her ass look sexy as all hell. She was a tease, but it was the kind of teasing that held no bite, just promise. Promise that Mumbo was taking advantage of as he slipped them off to reveal her pale behind in all its panty-encased glory. A black number with a bit of lace, now soaked completely, no spot left dry. That too was taken down, revealing her glistening pussy that was at that very moment dripping her innermost self onto the carpeted floor.

She turned her head slightly. She was able to see Mumbo’s hand guiding his cock straight ahead into her va-, her cunt, her hot and ready snatch. She shouldn’t use such boring words as vagina anymore to describe herself. God forbid if she ever turned her master off with such unappealing language. She was in the middle of berating herself when she felt it enter.

Full. She was full. It filled her cunt fully, rubbing against her inner walls with no room left. She was full. Her brain was full of his words. Her body was full with his body. Electric signals raced up her neural pathways, signifying this truth and rewarding its acknowledgement with waves and waves of mind-wracking pleasure.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” She cried out. She had been tased once by Electro, but where that had burned her nerves with unending agony, this was an all-encompassing symphony that drowned out any other thoughts that didn’t have to do with how fucking good this was. Nothing compared. Not her jilling sessions late at night when her mom was asleep. Not her explorations with her college roommate. Not her husband’s dick. Nothing.

She was full, and she did not, could not, want for anything else.

And then he started pumping in and out.

Pleasure. Pause. Pleasure. Pause. Unending repetition of heaven and the brief intermission before its return.

She almost didn’t recognize his voice when he asked her to call her husband. He had placed a phone on the ground before her right hand which was tightly gripping the carpet. “Call him. Don’t let him know I’m fucking you. Get him to come over. Make up any excuse you have to.”

She could do that. She had to do that. She let out a piteous moan, just to attempt to get it out of the way beforehand. She couldn’t afford to disappoint Mumbo by letting her body betray them. Her mind was his and her body was her mind’s. A chain of absolute control. She readied herself and then grabbed the phone, pulling up her husband’s contact info and then she hit the call button.

It rang. For a brief moment she wondered what would happen if her husband didn’t pick up. He was home today, since it was a Saturday. Doing some exercises. She had briefly considered bringing him along, but in case something went wrong she only wanted one of them to be in danger, so she had left by herself. Not a wrong decision at the time, but if she had then she might have saved her master an annoyance. Though maybe it was better, since this way he got to enjoy her betraying her husband. That was the beauty of ****-thought; any way was justified.

“Jess?” Her husband’s dee[ baritone called out through the speaker. Once upon a time the gravel in that voice had set her passion aflame. Now it seemed so lesser in comparison.

“Hey love. So don’t get mad, but I kinda went out to visit that giant-ass tower to see what was up?”

“You did what?!?” He growled out. Not mad at her, not really, just more in concern. “Jess. I mean, I take it you’re alright since you’re calling me, but you know you shouldn’t go out solo anymore, especially to visit what could be supervillains. You got me now, you know that?” A pang of discomfort bit into her chest, but then Mumbo thrust into her cervix again and that was shunted aside.

“Calm down. I’m fine.”

“Yeah? I hear some noise in the background. There’s not a fight going on is there?”

“What? No. The Titans, that’s the superhero group in the tower, are just watching a movie. They’re practically kids you know. How old are you Robin?” Robin called out in a voice loud enough to be heard through the phone, “Twenty-two.”

“See, kids. And they’re good folks as far as I can tell.”

“Uh huh.”

“Look, if you’re not convinced, come over. We’re watching, what was the name of this movie again?”

“Invasion of the Body Snatchers Part Four.” Beast Boy answered. They weren’t watching any movie of the sort of course, and the sounds were just the noise of skin hitting skin. The wet clapping of flesh against flesh. “Pretty gory.”

“Yeah, that one. Anyways, come on over. Not every day you get to bond with another world’s superheroes. You can lift weights another day.”

Luke Cage sighed. Which was how Jessica Jones knew she had won. “Fine. I'll be over in…” He checked his phone. “Fifteen minutes.”

“Great. Hurry up. The popcorn won’t last forever.”

The phone clicked off. Jessica howled, “Fuck your cock is so good. Fuck me. Keep fucking me. Cum in me. I’m a slut for your cock.” Mumbo obliged. “Never stop. Just fuck me forever.” She thrust her ass into his groin as he grabbed her hips. “Wear me as your cock-sleeve. That’s all I’m good for. I’m a useless heroine who couldn’t resist even the weakest mind-controller. I’m a brainwashed whore cum-dumpster.”

“Oh don’t say that. I’m half tempted to create a clone and just have him fuck you twenty four-seven.”

“Do it. Do it. I’m nothing without your fucking huge cock stuffing me. I’m so empty without it. Cock.” She drooled at the thought. “Cock.” She wanted to suck and be fucked by cock. Mumbo’s gigantic, pussy-filling cock. “Cock.”

“Fuck.” Mumbo too was reduced to one-word phrases. He could have endowed himself with magically greater clarity, but this was part of the joy of it, the reward for his suffering; it wouldn’t do to take out those remaining human qualities of mindless pleasure seeking. So instead he just continued to enjoy humping his latest conquests ass and thrusting in and out of her divine cunt. He did allow himself an increase in stamina, just so that the game didn’t end too soon. That he didn’t mind allowing for.

“I’m coming.” He politely informed her. And then he ordered, “Cum.” So she came, squirting her girl-cum onto his dick. The screams from this echoed around the room. The Titans watched on passively. To Them (well, most of them, Raven excluded) this was a rather banal meeting. Raven had her mouth full of her own lactating tits, since Mumbo didn’t feel like hearing her commentary right then. They heard Jessica’s joy-suffused yowling and let it pass over them, continuing on with idle discussion. Mumbo, for his part, didn’t care about them either right now. Instead, he was focused on the moment, the singular moment (though there would be many more, for right now it was singular) of… of…

Bliss.

He came, spurting his blue cum past her inner walls and into her womb. He panted, exhausted. That had been quite the superhuman session. He stood there, casually leaving his cock buried to the hilt in a pussy overflowing with his cum. Jessica for her part simply grinned stupidly, all conscious thought eroded to the point where she could think of only ‘Cock’ and ‘Cum’ and that was about it.

So it was that roughly fifteen minutes passed and the intercom rang out with the cum-filled wife’s husband’s voice.

“Hey, Jessica. And Robin was it? Can I come in?”