A plan is set in motion

I woke up to what was quickly becoming a common sight in my mornings; a very busty and very nude Shayera draped over me like a blanket. Her beautiful face was nestled into my chest. Her vibrant red hair cascaded down the sides of her head, pooling on my torso. An arm and a leg were extended over my body, almost possessively, like she was afraid to let me go while sleep claimed her. Tracing my fingers down the small of her back, a part of me found it difficult to believe that she wasn’t human; that she’d been born on a world far from here.

She’d come here as a scout to pave the way for her people to conquer Earth. Yet, when all hope seemed lost for humanity, she’d switched sides and saved the world. I hadn’t been lying to her when I’d told her I admired her, and that her exile from the Justice League and general vilification among humanity had been unjust. If she hadn’t turned on her people, most of her critics wouldn’t be alive now to ridicule her.

I leaned up slightly to give a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“Mmm…” the redheaded alien shifted against me, still asleep. Her impressive tits felt amazing squished against my bare chest.

“Babe, it’s time to wake up. This is the big day,” I murmured.

She groaned softly in protest and tightened her grip around me. Her thick thigh, which had been draped over one of my legs, was now extended over my entire abdomen, effectively pinning me to the bed. If she weren’t conditioned to obey my every command, there would be very little I could do against her superior Thanagarian strength, to say nothing of her years of combat experience and military training.

“I know. I’m comfortable here, too, but we spent all of yesterday and the day before just hanging out in bed. We can’t delay our plans any longer, or we might as well accept that going after the Titans poses too great a risk and head back home.”

Her eyes opened. They were brilliant, emerald in color. As they stared into mine, I felt like I was picking up faint echoes of her emotions. Worry. Trepidation. Anticipation. Lust. Reverence. They all warred within the confines of her mind for but a moment before she took a deep breath, and her gaze hardened.

“No, we can’t go back to Gotham,” she said firmly, and again I was reminded that Shayera had spent much of her life as a soldier and then a member of the Justice League. She’d been through far more challenging missions than this one, even though the source of her worry now was much different and far more significant than she was used to. “I don’t like the idea of you being at risk, but we can’t spend the rest of our lives hoping that Batman, the Justice League, or some other **** doesn’t discover what you’re capable of and what you’ve done. You need more superpowered individuals on your side, ready to defend you at a moment’s notice and balance the scales in your favor. Going after the Titans is risky, but their powersets have the potential to be a great boon to you. And, we’ve come too far and spent too much time here to let our plans fall by the wayside.”

I smiled proudly.

“That’s my girl.”

I moved my hand up to brush a few strands of red hair out of her face. She hummed softly and nuzzled her face into my palm, a small smile spreading across her face.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Master?” she whispered softly.

I nodded.

“Yeah. All of our assets are in place, right?”

Shayera reached over to grab her wrist computer from the bedside table, treating me to a view of her dangling breasts. She settled onto my chest again, her angelic wings sprawled behind her, and began flicking through screens, the red light from the computer’s display illuminating her face with an ethereal glow.

“We’ve got three cars stationed around the pizza joint monitoring the exterior at all times. One police squad car with two of your very own officers is also in the area if you end up needing a quick extraction, but your situation isn’t dire enough to risk the attention draw of me swooping down to rescue you,” she winked. I imagined she was thinking of the time she’d saved me from Killer Croc. I still owed her my life for that. Light shifted as she swiped on her display. “You control all eleven of Pizza Corner’s employees. Five of them are currently at work. One of them is armed, trained, and ready to defend you at a moment’s notice. No sign yet of any of the targets.”

“But today’s the day Beast Boy usually shows up for lunch, right?” I asked, trying to remember exactly what his schedule was. It was rather easy to keep track of him. The Titans were practically local celebrities in their own right. Entire paparazzi and fan websites existed to track their every move. When they’d first started out, their mere appearance in public had been enough to generate a media circus. That had died down as the people of Jump City became used to their presence. Still, it wasn’t unusual for fans to line up for autographs or attempt to take a selfie.

“Barring any extenuating circumstances, yes,” Shayera confirmed. “There’s an 89% chance of Beast Boy showing up at the restaurant sometime today.”

It was impossible to know for sure if he’d show up before he did so, of course. Despite the fact that their headquarters was such a notable landmark in Jump City, the Titans were notoriously secretive and selective about who got to visit their T-shaped building. That would change as soon as I got Beast Boy in my thrall. Using him, I could lure other members of the Titans to a location of my choosing and brainwash them there. Rinse and repeat until all the Titans were mine. It sounded easy enough, but I had a sneaking suspicion the reality would be anything but.

Particularly worrisome were Miss Martian and Raven. Miss Martian due the fact that she was a genuine telepath. Raven, because she was a powerful magic user and the offspring of a terrifyingly strong demon known as Trigon. I wasn’t even sure my abilities would work on either woman, but Shayera apparently knew Miss Martian’s uncle and she’d said her abilities were nowhere near as developed as his were. Even then, Martians could apparently be severely weakened by fire or **** heat. Any attempt I made on Miss Martian would have to involve disabling her that way and then taking advantage of the opening to enslave her. Still, it was risky. I didn’t know how **** I was telepathy, but the thought of someone rooting around in my mind changing things was frightening to me on an existential level. Very hypocritical of me, I know, but I didn’t get into the villain business because I had ironclad moral standards. Still, once I got past the infuriating advantage of her telepathy, her abilities (particularly her telepathy) would be immensely valuable to me, both offensively and defensively. The form she’d chosen to present herself as was extremely beautiful as well, with largish green breasts and wide hips. Apparently, she was biologically in her forties, but to Martians, that was the equivalent of a young adult in her late teens to mid twenties. I couldn’t wait to explore her, to see how… compatible she was with humanity (i.e. me).

As far as Raven was concerned, Dick knew almost everything there was to know about her. What her likes and dislikes were. The kind of person she was. Her strengths and weaknesses. She’d displayed some resistance to telepathic manipulation in that past, but again I had no idea if telepathy was in any way comparable to my Gaze. One particularly enlightening insight was that Raven had to suppress her emotions in order to maintain control of her magical abilities. This had prevented her from forming lasting friendships for most of her life and had left her isolated and lonely. There were several instances where Raven had been successfully taken advantage of by others, some notably less powerful than she was, and turned against her friends. All of them had exploited her feelings of **** isolation and loneliness to make her doubt herself and the life she lived.

Subverting Raven would probably be a much slower process than the others. She’d likely be the very last of the Titans to fall, but I couldn’t help but feel like I’d enjoy the process. Everyone I’d enthralled so far had fallen to me almost immediately, with no resistance whatsoever. Breaking Raven over the course of days or weeks was something I’d savor. Especially since she had that big tiddy goth girl look about her that was almost begging for an exercise in sadomasochistic “****” and bondage. That sheer robe and leotard she wore left little to the imagination. Like many men (and women) who’d watched her on the newsfeeds, I’d been entranced by her absolutely bewitching thick gray thighs which teased at her amazing ass. I was looking forward to seeing that prodigiously strong-willed mind of hers crumble gradually until at last, she gave herself to me completely.

The rest of the Titans lineup I wasn’t so worried about. The new Robin was apparently a boy Batman had brought on to replace the second Robin who’d died. A baseline human, just like Dick, but less skilled, less trained, and less experienced than his older counterpart. There was little to recommend him other than his potential use as spy against Batman, though I was wary of using anyone in that capacity. If I ever moved against the Dark Knight, it would be from all sides using people he might have trusted.

Beast Boy was a fellow metahuman, and Dinah had already proven that was no defense against me. Dick had even mentioned the diminutive shapeshifter had been mind-controlled in the past, seemingly very easily, by a hypnotic screen of all things. His abilities weren’t to be underestimated, though. There was a reason why many cultures feared the wrath of a rampaging elephant or the venomous bite of a snake. He could even assume the form of extinct animals, like dinosaurs. Combined with his ability to take the form of even small insects like flies, Beast Boy could simultaneously serve as my eyes and ears where even my other servants couldn’t reach as well as a frontline combatant.

The Titans’ new leader, Cyborg, well, Dick had told me that while a portion of his brain was mechanical along with one of his eyes, he still had a very human, organic eye that was controlled by a mostly organic brain. His cybernetic components were almost without exception subordinated to his human mind. And the human mind was subordinate to me. I wasn’t sure how advanced his technology was compared to Shayera’s people, but his abilities had a lot of utility and would definitely be a welcome addition.

Cassie Sandsmark, or Wonder Girl, seemed like kind of diva; more interested in photo ops and emulating Donna Troy than fighting crime. She was certainly pretty and well-endowed enough for it, like Wonder Woman and all her offshoots. A blue-eyed blonde, she looked like a younger version of Dinah, but that was probably me just missing my very first servant (she… was a lot more to me than that). Unlike Dinah, Cassie had a rebellious streak as which hampered her ability to work with teams and had caused her mother unending grief as she was expelled from one school after another. She was still powerful, admittedly, but had displayed no innate resistance to mind control. Definitely a plus, in my book.

Last, but certainly not least, was Starfire. Another alien, this time from a planet called Tamaran. Apparently she was royalty there, and appropriately powerful here. As far as powers went, she had it all. Flight. Durability. Super strength. The ability to project potent energy blasts from her hands and eyes. She could even survive the cold vacuum of space. Thankfully, like Wonder Girl, she had no innate resistance to mind control. Also, she was incredibly hot, prone to wearing the most revealing outfits which was funnily enough standard fare for her people, leading to her being visibly confused at the attention human men showered her with on her outings. She was absolutely perfect for my purposes, both as a powerful servant and a member of ever-expanding super-harem. Once I had Beast Boy on my side, Starfire would almost certainly be next on the list.

“What are the chances he brings another one of the Titans with him?” I asked finally.

Shayera tapped her computer. It was testament to how well she knew me that she didn’t interrupt my thoughts.

“Just 19%. As I said before, lately, only Cyborg accompanies him there at all. Whether that’s in his capacity as team leader or as his friend is anyone’s guess. Thanks to Nightwing, we know that that his leaving the team caused a rift in the their dynamics. Raven scarcely leaves her room, only emerging when the Titans face a threat her magical abilities are uniquely suited to handle. Starfire hasn’t fully recovered from her breakup with Nightwing. The gradual fracturing of the team has only made matters worse, further isolating her. Now, she actually spends more of her time with the Justice League than the Titans, and has formed a close friendship with Supergirl. Most opinion polls seem united in the belief Starfire will soon transition from the Titans to a full League member, especially now that I’m no longer on the League roster,” Shayera delivered her last sentence without a hint of bitterness in her voice. Thanks to me, her little breakup with the League (and a certain Green Lantern) no longer haunted her.

She continued, “Despite the fact that Cyborg has assumed leadership of the team and has begun aggressively recruiting new members, common consensus is that the Titans West at best are close to reforming as a new team composed of Cyborg and his new recruits or splitting apart at worst. For better or worse, Dick Grayson was the **** that held that team together. With him gone, it seems inevitable that the rest of the original Titans will go their separate ways.”

I gently stroked Shayera’s back as I thought about what she’d said. None of that information was new to me, but it was strangely reassuring to hear it again. A part of me thought it was unfortunate the team didn’t seem to get along like they used to. They’d done good work over the years, even saving the world (and therefore, my bacon) once or twice. The prospect of the Titans formally disintegrating would probably be bad not just for Jump City, but superhero operations on the west coast as a whole. I wasn’t predisposed to care about that sort of thing; I was quite literally a villain after all. The weaker superheroes were, generally, the easier my life would be. But even I wasn’t naïve enough to think taking down superheroes as a whole would be a good thing for me. The fewer of them there were fighting truly terrible threats and keeping the world safe, the greater the chances I could potentially suffer a sudden and ignoble end, snuffed out by some cosmic or local threat before I even had a chance to truly establish myself. Yet, I couldn’t deny that the Titans’ state of disarray was to my advantage in the moment. Isolated as they were, there would never be a better time for me to snatch them all up, one by one.

“Well, I guess it’s up to me to give the Titans a new sense of purpose and unity,” I raised my eyebrows playfully.

Shayera laughed. It was such a beautiful, melodic sound.

“I have no doubt that you’ll succeed. To the outside observer, it’ll seem like the Titans have managed to overcome their differences and finally reunify as a team, stronger than ever before. In truth, they’ll be nothing but your loyal slaves – wholly dedicated to carrying out your will. Just like me,” Her lips met mine for a few heavenly seconds before she broke the kiss. “I truly can’t wait to see Starfire, Raven, Wonder Girl, and Miss Martian kneeling before their master’s thick human cock. Just thinking about it is enough to get my pussy gushing.”

My cock stirred to life.

Shayera, preternaturally sensitive to such matters after being with me for so long (and wasn’t that strange? It was hard for me to really remember a time when Shayera hadn’t shared my bed or had not been by my side virtually every moment of every day) immediately glanced downward before looking at me in askance, naked lust shining in her bright eyes. I couldn’t help the lecherous grin that spread across my face. Despite the fact that both of us had fucked like rabbits the night before in practically ever position we could think of, we still couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

“Go ahead. We still have a couple hours before our little green friend has a chance of showing up at Pizza Corner,” I said.

Shayera giggled happily.

“You spoil me, Master,” she settled herself over my groin, grabbing my cock. Within moments, she lowered herself, shoving my cock inside her tight Thanagarian pussy. Her huge breasts swayed and jiggled as she began fucking herself up and down my cock. I rested my hands on the back of my head and relaxed, letting my Thanagarian ****/girlfriend/something more? – whose stamina far eclipsed that of the average human – do all the work for me.

It was good to be a mind-controller.

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