Mirage's Rendezvous with Ghostess

Metroville University Physics Department - Main Building

Keeping to Miss Guise's warning, the hooded figure of Ghostess made her way into the reception area of the Physics Department as stealthily as physically possible. The door was unlocked, so there was no need to turn incorporeal and cause herself undue pain. So the heroine simply pushed the door open quietly, the modern hinge producing no creak and paced her way across the barely lit space without a sound.

The dim lighting itself didn't raise any alarms, the university was closed and despite this being a planned rendezvous, Mirage would aim to keep things secret. Noticing a brighter light source coming from the eastward corridor, Ghostess followed the overhead direction board for 'Astrophysics'. Hugging the walls, the young heroine moved with trained grace, mindful of security cameras and possible nightwatchmen. Her caution could have been called paranoia...

'It's not paranoia if someone's really out to get you, you know?' Those were possibly the only words of wisdom Tyra had ever taken to heart from her teammate Miss Guise. The shapeshifter's expertise was espionage, after all. As she approached a T-junction, the blue clad teen pressed her back against the end of the right side wall, carefully peeking around the corner to scout the corridor leading to the light source. Her breath shaky, Tyra whispered to herself to calm her nerves, "Stay cool, sister."

Spotting her destination at the end of the thankfully empty corridor, Tyra rounded the corner and quickly made her way to the large double doors of the lecture hall. One of these doors stood ajar, the light coming from within. The large room on the other side clearly wasn't fully lit, but in the after hour darkness the dimmed lighting stood out like the moon.

Pausing again at the door's side, the African-American heroine noted the wall plaque labeling the hall as 'PLR001 (a.k.a. The Planetarium)'. This was the crowning achievement of Metroville University's recent renovation of the Physics Department. Only completed the previous summer, the revolutionary lecture theatre could seat 113 with a fully interactive display built into the ceiling. It could be used to give in-depth visual displays of the solar system, as if looking into the heavens.

It was a gimmick, no way around that, but not only was it an innovative way to teach, the display technology was on the most advanced edge of current tech. School field trips went wild for it.

'Why would Mirage want to meet here?'

"There's no need to hide, Ghostess," Mirage's voice called suddenly from inside, freezing the cautious woman's thoughts as her heart skipped a beat in panic. "You have nothing to fear."

After taking a moment to regain her composure, Ghostess walked calmly into the circular auditorium and instantly locked her gaze on Mirage. The femme fatale was standing in the central lecturer area, encircled by the raised rows of seats with the entrance way from the doors the only significant partition. Next to the spy was a large desk and white board, the typical tools of the teaching profession. Mirage was currently focused on the tablet computer in her hands, making no move to further acknowledge her young agent's arrival.

As she approached the platinum blonde, Ghostess's brow furrowed in confusion as she tried to scrutinize Mirage's outfit in the dimmed lights. The figure-hugging long white sleeveless gown with black trim and black elbow-length gloves looked more suited for an expensive gala than a secret rendezvous with an agent. The black ankle-strap stilettos were hardly going to make a getaway easier.

It was a risque dress at that. The teardrop cutout displaying Mirage’s cleavage and even part of the black push-up bra beneath while the high slits in its side went up from Mirage’s feet to the belt at her hips. The buckle of the belt was comprised of an orange spiral logo that Ghostess didn’t recognise. Perhaps it was just decorative, but the teen’s suspicious mind sensed there was more to it.

"Where is Miss Guise?" Mirage spoke without looking from her tablet.

Ghostess approached her with hands held high in apparent 'surrender'. "Yeah, sorry. I thought this might be one of those tests. You know, a reminder to always be on my toes."

"Well, you would have certainly passed with flying colours," Mirage replied light heartedly. A small smile played on the femme fatale's lips as she eyed her prey, or rather her Mistress's prey, "Dare I ask why Miss Guise is not with you?"

"Nothing she can be blamed for really," Ghostess answered, lowering her hands and halting her approach a few feet from the platinum blonde. She then elaborated on her answer when Mirage raised a curious eyebrow, "Seems one of the new senator's... die hard fans was threatening to jump from the city hall roof if he didn't get to meet her."

"Ah, I see, sending Miss Guise was probably best for all concerned," Mirage surmised in feigned exasperation, lowering her eyes back to her tablet briefly and tapping in a few commands. When she looked back up again, the handler agent took a deliberate gauge of the young heroine standing in front of her.

Ghostess held a good poker face, but Mirage knew she was lying. Clearly, she hadn't acted as she normally might in her summons and the duo had been concerned enough to test their worries. She made a mental note of the need to apologise to Mistress Mezmerella before the night was over.

Taking a few steps to close the gap between herself and Ghostess, Mirage added, "I suppose we can begin in her absence."

“Wha--!?" Ghostess began to reply, but was taken completely off guard by Mirage suddenly hooking her free right arm around her own and forcefully leaning forward into a handsfree aerial cartwheel. The move flung Ghostess backward, her trained reactions allowing her to save herself from falling on her ass by shifting her weight to land a backflip. She didn’t land cleanly and stumbled back on her feet as Mirage released her arm. Before the heroine could recover, Mirage planted a firm stiletto heeled kick to Ghostess’s chest, forcing her back into one of the planetarium’s front row seats.

“Ack!” Ghostess coughed, barely registering the sight of Mirage holding her right leg at the perfect ninety-degree angle of her kick. It was no accident that it allowed Ghostess a telling view of her pantyless crotch.

“Just sit back and relax, Tyra.” Mirage cooed, lowering her leg with a ballerina’s control and tapping a few commands into the tablet still held in her left hand. “Everything is as it should be.”

"Mirage!? What is this!?" The new generation heroine tried to protest and rise from the cushioned seat, but the distinct feel of metal sliding over her wrists and ankles kept her in place. Looking down, Ghostess found that her hands and ankles were bound to the arms and legs of the chair respectively. Then white energy began coursing over the metal as she tried in vain to get free.

"I could pretend that this was 'one of those tests', but then we both know I would be lying, Tyra," Mirage chuckled as the young heroine continued to struggle. Turning away from Ghostess for a brief moment, Mirage placed her tablet on the lecturer's desk, wiggling her hips for her captive audience. "I'm afraid you'll find phasing out of those bonds to be quite impossible. They were designed specifically to negate your incorporeal abilities and ensure that you stick around for tonight's lecture."

The enslaved beauty then closed the gap between herself and the defiant Ghostess, strutting with a deliberate sultry air. Her long smooth legs on full display thanks to the splits in the side of her dress. This change in persona immediately caught the young woman's attention. She was unnerved that the woman she regarded as a mentor wasn't just trying to capture her, but might actually be trying to seduce her too!?

"Mirage... This isn't you--!"

"Shhh," Mirage released her breath slowly and sibilantly, as she leaned down and placed a single finger on the masked teenager's lips. The view of her cleavage she gifted her companion was all too obviously deliberate. Slowly, but ever so surely, the platinum blonde trailed her finger down the girl's throat to stroke her collar bone before moving even lower to Ghostess's impressive rack. “How do you know I’ve not wanted this for a long time?”

“I...I…” Ghostess's tone betrayed a nervous excitement Mirage hadn't anticipated. It was hard to tell if it was genuine due to the girl's mask. Had the two of them maybe stumbled into one of the young woman's repressed sexual fantasies? Mirage would be all too happy to oblige if that were the case.

“Here, let me show you…,” Mirage husked. Standing tall, the brainwashed slut hooked a leg up to place her foot on the armrest next to Ghostess and gently pulled the front of her skirt aside to reveal her naked pussy. Her sexual core burned under the student heroine’s confused gaze, so desperately Mirage yearned to feel the teen’s tongue on her snatch and her arousal dripped down her legs as proof. “This is how much I want you, Tyra.”

“Mirage, please…” Ghostess’ eyes were alive with conflict. Mirage could see, even feel the desire within those eyes, even if the heroine was fighting it down with her pesky moral code. It excited Mirage all the more in her newly installed mindset.

"There's no need to worry,” Mirage pirouetted on her other heel, her skirt lifting as she span and caught it to show off her perfect rear. “You won't even be able to worry soon. We'll take care of you and teach you true happiness."

Now facing away from her audience, Mirage looked back over her shoulder with a smouldering gaze, and unhooked the shoulder of her dress. In one flowing movement, she turned her head to look over her other shoulder, and again free herself from the gown. The white fabric fell to the floor like liquid, cascading down her supermodel form to the floor with grace.

“We...? Mirage, who--?” Ghostess stumbled through her questions, only to stop short as the near naked Mirage flipped toward her in a controlled handstand somersault. The secret agent’s feather light body fell atop the stunned heroine, Mirage’s legs draped over Ghostess’s shoulders and her naked ass rested on the teen’s large tits. Mirage’s wet, shaven pussy glistened mere inches from Ghostess’s masked face.

“You will know soon enough,” Mirage smiled up from her inverted position between Ghostess legs, her own hooking around Ghostess’s neck to keep her steady. Mirage frowned slightly when Ghostess tried to turn away from her, and tightened her legs in response. “There’s no need to be rude, Tyra! At least look me in the pussy when I’m trying to seduce you!”

“This--This isn’t you Mir--ph!” Again Ghostess tried to protest, but Mirage’s answer this time was to push her hips up, in effect forcing the heroines nose and mouth into her cunt.

“Then who does it feel like!? Let me know, I’d like to fuck her too!” Mirage laughed as the heroine shook her face against the older woman's sensitive snatch. It was a little strange for the slut between her legs not to be into it, but Mirage didn’t mind. Mistress Mezmerella had opened her eyes to the joys of domination and right now it felt damn good!

After a few enjoyable moments, Ghostess stopped struggling and Mirage let her breathe in her scent for just a little longer before loosening her legs and allowing the heroine inhale so called ‘fresh’ air. “Ah--fuck, this… this is too fucking real...”

Mirage frowned again at that. That did not sound like the sassy, yet refined Tyra Soules. Mirage shifted her body around to now straddle the captive heroine, who sat limply below her breathing haggardly. Looking over Ghostess with careful scrutiny, Mirage observed that her body language no longer suggested nerves, but a mixture of exhaustion and arousal. Had living the fantasy finally made Ghostess drop the righteous act and embrace the reality before her?

“Oh, it’s real, Tyra,” Mirage grinned, groping the girl’s large tit to get her point across, "And it gets so much better!”

“Ahh! R-really?” Ghostess looked back at her desperately and Mirage’s heart leapt with glee.

“Oh, yes,” Mirage husked, removing her bra and chucking it to one side before wrapping her arms around Ghostess’s neck, “But first, I need you to tell me where Miss Guise really is."

"W-would you believe me even if -ahh- I told you?"

"Whether it's the truth or a lie, Tyra," Mirage hissed, emphasizing Ghostess's name with another squeeze of the teen's tits. "It won't change how good you're going to feel."

"Oo-ok..." Ghostess whispered, Mirage leaned in closer instinctively. The girl had no means of escaping her now, after all.

However, Mirage's sense of victory evaporated when the masked visage of Ghostess suddenly became her own face staring back at her. "She's right in front of you!"