The Eye of the Beholder

Khara pressed her hands over her ears and tried to block out the noise. "Did we really have to travel via the Underground?"

"Hey, at least it's fast," replied Carly. It wasn't the horrible screeching of the Tube that annoyed Khara; rather, it was the deafening cacophony of a hundred voices close together. She usually had pretty good control over her powers of mind-reading - but in places like this she often became overwhelmed. Khara thought it ironic that whilst she struggled to be in public like this, Carly seemed totally unconcerned by the occasional looks her orange eyes attracted.

When she finally reached the open air, Khara wondered how many people would recognise her as the superheroine Miss Veritas if she had her suit on. It seemed they didn't recognise Foxgloves, even though the half-plant girl's costume didn't have a mask: evidently the special pigment-hiding makeup she was wearing was enough to blend in amongst ordinary white girls. At any rate, Khara couldn't read a single thought in the people around them to suggest otherwise. Most people didn't even look twice at her or Foxgloves, and those that did usually just thought about Carly's striking features or Khara's impressive bust. She still didn't know whether to feel flattered or disgusted by the men and women who looked at her six-foot, dark-skinned figure and immediately imagined what it would be like to do sexual acts with her. At first she had been vehement in thinking people shouldn't look at strangers that way - but the more she used her powers, the more ubiquitous she realised it was, among both men and women.

"Why are you so insistent we take a trip on the London Eye?" Miss Veritas asked her friend. Despite her repeated attempts to find the answer in Foxgloves's mind, she still had no idea why she had been dragged on a two-hour trip. She and Carly weren't even particularly close friends!

"Trust me, we just have to go," was the reply, with a small smile.

Khara wasn't satisfied. "Yeah, but... of all the places we could go, why here?"

Carly cocked her head for a moment, smiling mischievously. "You know, I'm not sure. But I promise it will be worth it."

Khara groaned, confused what was going on - but Carly seemed so insistent, despite the reason being hidden even from the abilities of Miss Veritas. She decided she might as well go along with whatever Carly was up to. She supposed she could use a break after going toe-to-toe with Recoil yesterday.

After queueing for half an hour, they finally got in one of the London Eye's glass pods. They were followed by a group of three highly attractive young adults - {if Futa==true}a young woman who Khara assumed must surely be a movie star or supermodel, given her huge bust, astonishing figure, and two gorgeous chicks she was linked arms with. Miss Veritas gave them a cursory mind-read, of course: the Amazonian beauty took a moment to appreciate Khara's figure, before her attention returned to her two companions. Khara couldn't help but admire the confident attitude she took to the world - like everything and everyone belonged to her; they just didn't know it yet. The companions' minds, on the other hand, seemed totally consumed by desire for the supermodel - Mikaela, she read.{else}a man who Khara assumed must surely be a movie star or model, given his beautifully masculine figure and the two gorgeous women who he was linked arms with. Miss Veritas gave them a cursory mind-read, of course: the male Adonis took a moment to appreciate her figure, before his attention returned to his two companions. Khara couldn't help but admire the confident attitude he took to the world - like everything and everyone belonged to him; they just didn't know it yet. The girls' minds, on the other hand, seemed totally consumed by desire for the man - Michael, she read.{endif} The amount of lust coming off the three of them was astonishing, and Khara felt her own arousal growing because of the girls' thoughts; she quickly shut off her powers. As the great wheel turned, sending them high above the river, she did her best to ignore their increasingly intimate contact, and focus instead on Carly and the view.

"Come on, Carly. This is nice, but what made you want to take me here?"

"The view," replied the orange-eyed girl casually. "Don't you like it? Then again, I suppose beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

The pod fell suddenly quiet, and Khara realised their three companions' murmuring had ceased. She watched as they turned towards her and Carly, and the {if Futa==true}Amazonian woman sauntered towards her, a dangerous glint in her eye.{else}man strode towards her, a predatory look in his eye.{endif}

"Hello, Miss Veritas," {if Futa==true}she said. Her{else}he said. His{endif} voice was smooth, rich, and seductive, but Khara raised her fists. "I suppose you can read in my mind who I am, and what I want."

Khara looked at {if Futa==true}her suspiciously, and followed her{else}him suspiciously, and followed his{endif} suggestion. It took only a few seconds for her eyes to shoot open in shock and fear.

"No," she trembled, {if Futa==true}Mikaela's{else}his{endif} plans for the world clear in her mind - and {if Futa==true}s{endif}he had the means to achieve them. "You - you can't. You're sick. We won't let you, right Foxgloves?"

"Read the minds of Black Swan and the Contortionist. Are they not happier, more content, than they were ever before they gave themselves to me? Think about it. Give yourself to me willingly."

Khara chewed the inside of her cheek. Hardly daring to read the girls' thoughts, she opened the tiniest crack into their minds. It was immediately clear they were filled with adoration for their {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}, alongside unwavering loyalty, and fierce, primal lust. But she could not deny that they seemed perfectly content - their only irk that the entire world was not already bowing in servitude to its rightful {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}.

The black girl shook herself. "Never. This... this is wrong. Now get away from me, or Foxgloves and I will give you a bruising you won't forget!" She took a defensive stance, like she had been trained. She may not have had enhanced strength like most other mutants, but she could read an adversary's moves before they even made them. When she and Bowler fought the physically powerful Recoil, the villain had barely escaped. With Foxgloves's power to grow and manipulate plant biomass, and her anticipation of the enemy's moves, they stood more than a good chance against their opponents.

{if Futa==true}Mikaela smirked.{else}Michael chuckled.{endif} "Swan?"

A moment before it happened, Khara knew it would, but could do nothing about it. An invisible **** rammed into her back, sending her careening into the other side of the pod. Black Swan's telekinetic grasp held her immobile, pressed against the glass. {if@ Images==true}

{endif}She heard Alpha's firm footsteps behind her, and managed to tilt her head just enough to meet {if Futa==true}her fingers, gently stroking her cheek.

"No," she groaned, reading Mikaela's intentions, but could do nothing to resist as her soft hands explored across her chest and abdomen. "Foxgloves, help!" She deftly slipped a hand under Khara's jeans, to feel her shamefully damp knickers.{else}his fingers, gently stroking her cheek.

"No," she groaned, reading his intentions, but could do nothing to resist as his hands explored across her chest and abdomen. "Foxgloves, help!" He slipped a hand under her jeans, to feel her shamefully damp knickers.{endif} "Foxgloves?" The pressure on her head reduced, and she turned to see Carly watching the view, apparently oblivious to Khara's situation. "Carly! Look at me!" The half-plant girl finally glanced at her, gave her a knowing smile, before turning back to the London skyline. Khara searched her friend's mind, and was confused to find she understood exactly what was happening - but thought it was somehow normal?

"What have you done to her?" Khara intended the question to be fierce, but with both her melons mashed against the glass, and Alpha's hands squeezing her butt, it came out as a moan.

"Hypnotised her," {if Futa==true}Mikaela drawled{else}Michael calmly explained{endif}, moving onto her toned thighs. "The same way I hypnotised myself and my other slaves to forget our plan - so you couldn't discover our little deception prematurely. Then I instructed Carly here to tell us the trigger phrase to recover our memories once we were ready." {if Futa==true}When something hard pushed apart her ass cheeks, a jolt shot up Khara's spine. So it was true, what she saw in Mikaela's head - and it felt bigger, so much bigger, than she had expected...{else}Khara groaned as she felt the tent of his crotch rubbing between her ass cheeks.{endif} "Would you like a demonstration? Carly, freeze."

The young heroine watched, almost mesmerised herself, as Carly's orange eyes turned gold, and she became utterly motionless.

"You are **** to see me dominate and humiliate Khara. You want me to break her, to use her, and you want to tell her all about it. Unfreeze."

The gold film rapidly dissolved from Carly's eyes, and she immediately let out a loud moan, her body shuddering. Khara did her best to shut out {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}'s erotic caresses from her mind, and focus on her friend, who suddenly looked at her with a cruel smirk.

Foxgloves prowled across the pod towards them. "I'm not sure who you are, {if Futa==true}ma'am{else}sir{endif}, but please, give my friend a good, hard fucking."

"Carly!" exclaimed Khara, shortly followed by a squeak as {if Futa==true}Mikaela found her nipple. "Please... fight her!"{else}Michael found her nipple. "Please... fight him!"{endif}

The orange-eyed girl gave her friend a scornful look, then turned to her abuser. "See? She's so damn high-and-mighty, so fucking angelic. Almost as bad as Ultragirl. Please trust me - she needs your big, fat cock up her arse. Maybe it'll break the stick she has up there."

Khara gasped as {if Futa==true}Mikaela gave her breasts a full-handed squeeze. "Guess I'd better do what she says," she whispered in her ear. She moaned in weak protest as the Amazon slowly removed her blouse, one button at a time. She shook her hips uselessly as Mikaela slowly, sensually slid Khara's jeans down her thick thighs until they pooled around her ankles, presenting her dark, nude body to all of London.

"Fuck yes, ma'am," groaned Carly, biting her lip.

"Yes, mistress," corrected Alpha sternly.

"Fuck yes, mistress," she grinned broadly. "Treat this bitch how she deserves."{else}Michael gave her breasts a full-handed squeeze. "Guess I'd better do what she says," he whispered in her ear. She cried out as he suddenly ripped off her blouse, then flinched when he **** down her jeans, presenting her dark, nude body to all of London.

"Fuck yes, sir," groaned Carly, biting her lip.

"Yes, master," corrected Michael sternly.

"Fuck yes, master," she grinned broadly. "Treat this bitch how she deserves."{endif}

Miss Veritas screamed as a colossal shaft **** its way into her arsehole, relentlessly tearing her flesh apart - or at least, that's what it felt like. It lifted her higher off the ground: her body shook involuntarily, and she fought back tears, determined to remain defiant. {if Futa==true}But when she pushed an inch deeper, Khara's composure immediately broke, as she gasped for air against the cool glass, tears **** her throat. At last, she could push no further, though when the heroine glanced down she saw Mikaela had only used a third of her length. Alpha's great balls hung below, and she tried to avoid being aroused by the thought of her womb being filled up with the hot, virile sperm they held.

When she pulled back, the relief was downright pleasurable, only to be shortly followed by pain as she slowly pushed her way back in. This repeated a couple more times, until Khara's ass finally felt loose enough for the pain to at least be bearable. She was halfway through thinking this, when Mikaela suddenly started pounding her like a jackhammer. Khara screamed; she couldn't help it. Her massive tits dragged up and down the glass with each of her heaving breaths. And before long, her pussy started to gush like a river. Her mind was consumed by the cock fucking her butt, unable to think of anything else.

"Yes mistress, fuck her. Slap her. Demean her," growled Carly savagely. Khara was dimly aware of Alpha's two original companions feeling and fingering each other to the show before them. Mikaela took Carly's advice, slapping her cushioned ebony butt, hard, with every other thrust. Khara moaned mindlessly as Alpha squeezed her breasts like melon-sized stress balls, all the while pounding her like the bitch she was beginning to realise she truly was. She came, bucking her hips against that giant cock, but her arousal never faltered for an instant.

"Mistress is going to break you, Khara," cackled her friend. "You'll be nothing more than a cum-filled fleshbag when she's done with you. Oh God, this is fucking amazing!"

The glass was soon slick with Khara's drool. She didn't know how many times she had orgasmed - five? Fifty? - when Mikaela altered her rhythm, no longer steadily pumping into her, but slamming as much length into her as would go, a little more each time, before slowly withdrawing. She felt her tits and ass bounce for almost a second after every thrust; something deep inside her violated body hurt like hell, but the pain was easily drowned by her erotic lust. At last, she felt Alpha explode inside her, her abdomen swelling as hot semen inflated her digestive tract. She orgasmed harder than ever before, crying with ecstasy and screaming, her body convulsing against the panoramic view, pinned between the glass and Mikaela's colossal airbags.{else}But when he pushed an inch deeper, her composure immediately broke, as she gasped for air against the cool glass, tears **** her throat. At last, he could push no further, though when Khara glanced down she saw he had only needed half of his length. Alpha's great balls hung below, and she tried to avoid being aroused by the thought of him filling her up with the hot, virile sperm they held.

When he pulled back, the relief was downright pleasurable, only to be shortly followed by pain as he slowly pushed his way back in. This repeated a couple more times, until Khara's ass finally felt loose enough for the pain to at least be bearable. She was halfway through thinking this, when Michael suddenly started pounding her like a jackhammer. Khara screamed; she couldn't help it. Her massive tits dragged up and down the glass with each of her heaving breaths. And before long, her pussy started to gush like a river. Her mind was consumed by the cock fucking her butt, unable to think of anything else.

"Yes master, fuck her. Slap her. Demean her," growled Carly savagely. Khara was dimly aware of Alpha's two original companions feeling and fingering each other to the show before them. Michael took Carly's advice, slapping her cushioned ebony butt, hard, with every other thrust. Khara moaned mindlessly as he squeezed her breasts like melon-sized stress balls, all the while pounding her like the bitch she was beginning to realise she truly was. She came, bucking her hips against his cock, but her arousal never faltered for an instant.

"Master's going to break you, Khara," cackled her friend. "You'll be nothing more than a cum-filled fleshbag when he's done with you. Oh God, this is fucking amazing!"

The glass was soon slick with Khara's drool. She didn't know how many times she had orgasmed - five? Fifty? - when Michael altered his rhythm, no longer steadily pumping into her, but slamming as much length into her as would go, before slowly withdrawing. She felt her tits and ass bounce for almost a second after every thrust; something deep inside her violated body hurt like hell, but the pain was easily drowned by her erotic lust. At last, she felt him explode inside her, her abdomen swelling as hot semen inflated her digestive tract. She orgasmed harder than ever before, crying with ecstasy and screaming, her body convulsing against the panoramic view.{endif}

Miss Veritas walked away from the London Eye, and smiled gratefully at her friend.

"You were right, Carly. It was worth the trip. Sorry I was so **** to come."

"Nah, it's cool. I'm glad you had a good time."

The two beautiful girls descended into the Underground. If either of them had tried to recall what actually happened in the last half hour, they would have failed to remember any details, only knowing that they had fun.