Mezmerella plays with her new stripper-whores

Mezmerella pressed a button on her remote control and Mirage, Elastigirl and Invisigirl stopped redressing themselves to stand at attention. Their expressions were blank, their eyes unblinking and their mouths hung open a little. Mezmerella had suspended their minds or at least their personalities. Programming this sexual training scenario into her slaves would take a little time. She talked into the remote control unit as in their mindless trances her slaves obeyed their first new orders and resumed dressing.

With one exception. Violet pulled down her pants to briefly expose a pussy obviously aroused and ready for sex. She tied Mirage's thong around her one thigh like a garter and then pulled the white pants of her new costume back up.

After a few minutes Mezmerella had finished programming her slaves' through the remote control. She pressed another button, signalling to the hypnotized women to execute their new programming, and the three marched together to the end of the monorail station. There they took up poses like abandoned marionettes with arms held out loosely.

"Ahem," began Mezmerella loudly, clearing her throat, "Violet Parr was an eager student."

Helen and Mirage remained frozen in their unnatural poses but Violet sprang suddenly to life. She no longer saw the clean white walls of the monorail station. Instead she saw a school classroom. Her face adopted a preppy studious expression and her hand shot up into the air, as if eager to answer a teacher's question.

"But Violet was such a shy girl. Hehe."

Violet's face suddenly turned crimson with embarrassment and her arm wilted as she realised everyone was looking at her. Mezmerella had asked her **** Violet lots of questions about her life. Questions which Violet had been only too happy to answer no matter how personal, secret, intimate, or sexual they had been. Now Mezmerella was using the answers as inspiration for a pornographic performance.

"Violet fell in with some naughty sexy girls when she arrived at university. They seemed friendly, they gave her drinks and they got her drunk. How naughty, hihi."

Violet's face turned happy again and she looked drunk as she staggered a bit in place. Mezmerella's narration went straight to her subconscious and became her reality. Right now she was every bit as drunk as if she'd really had ****.

"The Sapphic Slut Shack was the sleaziest of strip clubs in the wrong part of town. Violet would never have gone there sober. But the naughty sexy girls dragged her drunk ass there."

Violet looked drunk but still a little worried as she looked round what was to her was the lurid red peeling paint of a tawdry tacky dive filled with butches and bitches hooting and braying at the performance of a few more glamorous women dancing round poles.

"And as she watched the strippers she had a drunken revelation. She admired them. They weren't embarrassed to dance, or jiggle their tits, or shake their booties or strut around with their pussies on display. They weren't shy at all. She admired the slutty strippers and she wished she could be like them."

Mirage and Helen sprang to life, reacting to their preprogrammed verbal cues, as they strutted about between Mezmerella and Violet. They tossed their hair, they shook their asses and they stroked their crotches all the time with big happy grins on their faces. They didn't take off any clothes though, their programming wouldn't allow it till Mezmerella's narration specifically commanded it. Violet watched the two older women strutting their stuff completely mesmerized. (Well, not as completely mesmerized as she had been by Mezmerella's spirals. But quite mesmerized.)

Mezmerella gave it a minute or two, admiring her slaves' sexy bodies and enjoying the fantasy she was imposing on Violet.

"One of the naughty girls dragged Violet into the toilets, into a cubicle, and she licked Violet's snatch."

Helen walked back to the end of the station and resumed her broken marionette stance, her behaviour preprogrammed. Mirage became the naughty girl of Mezmerella's narration and dragged Violet to the curved wall of the monorail station. Violet and Mirage both acted drunk as Mirage pulled down Violet's pants to lick her pussy.

"Violet loved it. Hehe, my slutty pet. But she was imagining first one and then another of the stripper's with their tongues in her cunt. That's why she came so easily. Like she imagined one of the sluts on stage did. Then she pushed the naughty girl against the cubicle door and licked her pussy. Hihi. All the time imagining she was worshipping sexy stripper slit. Tongue slut again, Vi. Hehe."

Together Mirage and Violet acted out their narrated instructions. Violet was already wet from helping her mom fuck Mirage, and from watching Mirage and Helen display themselves for her drunken pleasure. Mirage's licking was quickly rewarded as Violet's begging for stripper-tongue to go faster and deeper was followed rapidly by cries of pleasure and the nectar of her orgasm. Then it was Mirage's turn as she was pushed against the wall of the monorail station, a wall that she believed was the door of a cubicle in a strip-club. Violet spread Mirage's pussy lips with two fingers like a 'V' and licked the sensitive pink flesh of the femme fatale's cunt between them.

It took Mirage longer to come on Violet's face but she did in quieter moans of pleasure. The narration hadn't specified but Mirage and Vi's programming compelled them to kiss afterwards. Violet didn't take her fingers from her lips and she kissed Mirage from between her fingers.

"The naughty sexy girls soon lost interest in Violet, but Vi went to the Sapphic Slut Shack every chance she got. She learned the strippers' names and she ogled their sexy bodies till she knew them perfectly. She threw cash on the stage and she stuffed it into their bras and panties. Soon all her loans and her money from home was gone, all for a few extra jiggles and a chance to feel up her favorites' tits and asses."

Mezmerella sped through the narration; she was getting horny now. Violet tossed pretend money on a stage only she could see and pretended to stuff cash into Mirage's bra and the panties actually tied around Vi as Mirage marched past on the way to resume her awkward pose beside Helen.

"Eventually Violet had no more cash. It looked like the end till one of the strippers took pity on her. And as she finally, and for what she feared was the final time, licked stripper pussy tears formed in Violet's eyes." Helen sprang to life, ready to be the stripper her daughter was going to tongue fuck. But Mezmerella's impatience was too great. She selected Helen on her remote and pressed cancel. And Helen stopped being a kind stripper and became a broken marionette again. "Violet was so happy and so sad. But the stripper said, 'Don't cry, tongue slut, why don't you become a stripper? You know the moves, it makes me hot the way you watch'. And as she came on Violet's face the shy student was baptised in pussy juice and reborn a slutty stripper."

Violet looked at her mom and Mirage in brief confusion, the narration leading her subconscious to expect one of them to present their pussies to her for oral sex. Then she compensated, kneeling for cunnilingus with an imagined stripper. She mimed spreading the stripper's pussy and once again began licking through her fingers. It was impossibly lewd as her tongue lick and lashed between her V-fingers. It was almost beatific as she shook in revelation at her new stripper status.

"Violet Parr was reborn as V-licious, the most enthusiastic, greedy and slutty stripper working at the Sapphic Slut Shack."

Violet stood and strutted toward Mezmerella. To her she was strutting forward towards the stage, and her audience, and her own gleaming silver pole. She moved in time to music only she could hear. Her heart was already beating faster. She loved performing, eager for the attention almost as much as the green cash. As Mezmerella watched a transparent purple podium and pole formed, created by Violet's superpowers. They were a little crude and the strain of using her powers this way was evident on Violet's face. Of course the hypnotized heroine wasn't aware she was using her powers at all as she stepped on to the podium and grabbed the ****-field pole in both hands.

"V-Licious was the most enthusiastic dancer at the strip club," Mezmerella repeated as Violet began to slink and sway around the pole, "She loved bouncing her tits and shaking her ass, sending the customers wild. It turned her on. She was a true slut."

Violet had already performed one striptease for Mezmerella today but that didn't dampen her enthusiasm as she bent at the waist to shake her booty for the audience she was hypnotized into imagining, or licked her way up and down the pole. Mezmerella continued to narrate instructions that Violet unconsciously followed until her black gloves and boots were discarded and she had kicked her white-and-black tank top into Mezmerella's arms. Topless and sweating a little from the combination of dancing and maintaining her powers she wrapped her breasts around the pole and slid them slowly up and down as her fingers formed a V that pinched around her hard nipples.

"You make me so horny, you bitches," Violet moaned loudly to herself, fully into the character of the trampy stripper. In a real strip club it wouldn't have carried over the music she was supposed to be dancing to but Mezmerella heard it loud and clear. Violet wrapped a leg high around her pole and leaned all the way back to shake her tits. She brought her fingers to her mouth and extended her tongue through them, pretending to lick a pussy. "Yeah, yeah, you like that almost as much as I do."

Mezmerella allowed the hypnotized heroine to display her tits for a few more minutes, shaking and bouncing and wrapping them around the pole, before she moved on. Increasingly though Vi was wrapping her legs around the pole and sliding up and down it. Rubbing her cunt against it through the material of her white pants. And all of the time running her V-ed fingers over her body, pinching her nipples and poking her tongue through them.

"Violet loved pole dancing and stripping. Together they made her wet and wild. Hihi," Mezmerella laughed as Violet planted her ass against the pole and spreading her legs wide grabbed her ankles to shake her hair and tits with total abandon. "But she was a greedy slut. She wouldn't go all the way until enough greenbacks had been tossed on the stage with her."

Mezmerella mimed throwing money at the stage and though Violet continued to dance around the pole her eyes were lit with greedy calculation as well as arousal. She began to pull at her pants, teasingly pulling them lower, until suddenly with one last mimed fling of money she descended to her haunches and stepped free of her pants. She wore nothing underneath except for Mirage's black panties repurposed as a garter.

Violet had her back to the pole as she grabbed it with her hands high, her hips gyrated as she slowly circled the pole to flash her pussy. She gave and held a few high kicks where she imagined the audience had been particularly generous with the cash. After one rotation she turned and bent at the waist to grab the pole low by one hand. Her hips bounced up and down and her free hand alternated between spreading her pussy lips and grabbing imaginary money to stuff into her thong-garter. By the time Violet was dancing slinkily against the pole while painting her glistening nipples with juices extracted by probing fingers from her leaking pussy Mezmerella decided it was time to move on to the next stage.

"V-Licious loved stripping. Loved her audience. Loved cash. But right now she was incredibly, hehe, horny and she loved her pole. Loved fucking it. Hihi!"

Mezmerella laughed and clapped with delight as the hypnotized heroine Violet Parr regarded the purple pole with smouldering half-crazed lust. But even Mezmerella was shocked into silence as suddenly Violet jumped into a handstand and performed a side splits before rubbing her cunt against the pole. She wasn't very stable so it wasn't long before her legs wrapped around the pole as she continued to hump it upside-down.

"Wow, you're more than just a talented little tongue slut, my pet, hehe," Mezmerella told herself quietly. Then more loudly she continued to narrate. "Violet continued her solo sex show. But unknown to her two more women were entering the Sapphic Slut Shut. Mirage was a regular but this was Helen Parr's first visit."