Returning to base after a job well done

The Uber driver stopped outside my apartment complex. We were a ten-minute drive from Pizza Corner if there wasn’t traffic, but the streets were busier than usual today so the ride home had taken about twenty-five minutes.

The driver, a balding bronze-skinned man glanced back at me. I’d met him by chance after he dropped someone off at the building and went in to use the restroom. My servants notified me and when he made his way back to the lobby I gained yet another servant in Jump City.

“Here we are, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?” His smile was eager, and I read the meaning in his tone. I’d taken him up on his offer before, and he’d happily introduced me to his pretty wife and eighteen-year-old daughter. He’d smiled as I brainwashed them with my Gaze and had them lead me to the master bedroom where I’d taken them both in every position imaginable.

“No, you helped me enough today. Tell Annika and Naomi I said hi,” I smirked, my cock throbbing as I remembered the two women. They’d been absolutely insatiable in bed. The wife, Annika, was particularly wild. She and her husband had a very loving relationship, but since he’d started moonlighting as a part-time driver on top of his accounting job to help save up for his daughter’s college tuition, he’d been too exhausted to satisfy Annika.

The man nodded, accepting my answer gracefully. “I’ll do that, sir. You have a good day, and if there’s ever anything you need from me, don’t hesitate to call.”

“I won’t. Have a good day, man,” I opened the car door and closed it behind me. The driver hesitated for a few moments before driving off.

I turned to face my apartment building. It wasn’t just mine in the sense that I now lived here. It had become my de facto base of operations in my plot to bring the Titans into the fold. I felt giddy. Excited. My heart skipped a beat.

I smiled. I’d almost forgotten this feeling; the rush of dominating other superpowered people. It’d been weeks since I’d cemented my hold over the Birds of Prey along with Green Arrow, Nightwing, and Shayera and ever since then I’d been itching to cement my hold over more people like them. Even though only two of them had superpowers, the others frequently clashed with those who did, often coming out of it the victor. In my view, any regular human skilled enough to pull that off deserved to be taken seriously and almost automatically earned themselves a place among my favored servants.

Starfire and Beast Boy were fantastic additions. They were both back in Titans Tower by now, blissfully unaware of their enslavement. After I’d finished fucking Starfire, I’d spent the next five to ten minutes rearranging their memories. The presence of Miss Martian on the Titans meant that there was a very real danger of my plans being discovered if I wasn’t careful. Even though the Martian girl knew reading people’s minds without their permission was a huge taboo on Earth, she sometimes couldn’t help but hear a person’s surface thoughts if they were strong enough, and the sense of abject worship I’d instilled in my new slaves’ minds would certainly qualify.

To prepare, I’d spent the last few weeks practicing my abilities on the lovely denizens of my personal apartment fiefdom. I’d gotten really good at erasing people’s memories, burying them and planting false experiences on top as well as creating entirely new personalities that could be activated and suppressed with a simple trigger phrase or condition. What I’d done early on when I’d first met Dinah had been sloppy; child’s play in comparison to what I was capable of now.

When I first started really messing with people’s memories, it reminded me of when I used to bury toys in the sandbox back in elementary school, only a million times more complex. The mind was like a rubber band; easily broken if you stretched it too much, too fast, but it could also be rather flexible and accommodating to an insane amount of new information if you knew what you were doing. Shayera, Babs, Dinah, and Dick had given me a lot of pointers. Each of them had dealt with telepaths before and possessed intimate knowledge of the fundamentals of obfuscating one’s thoughts from psychics. Such techniques didn’t seem to protect them at all from my Gaze, but then again, we still had no idea how it worked.

Shayera’s knowledge had been the most informative; she’d managed to hide her status as a Thanagarian spy even from Martian Manhunter, easily one of the most powerful telepaths on Earth. That was impressive. With her advising and observing me, I’d gone to work on the people who lived in my apartment building. At first, I made them forget things like encountering me or taking out the garbage before moving on to making them forget entire days or months of their lives, paving the holes in their minds over with entirely new memories. Shayera made me take care not to accidentally wipe away anything major permanently. It’d look awfully suspicious if Jump City experienced an uptick in amnesiacs, after all. It was difficult at first, and we discovered that I had to be very precise in my wording if I wanted to bury someone’s memories or personality without erasing them entirely. And wasn’t that scary? That a few words from me while my Gaze was active could destroy a person’s accumulated experiences and memories, effectively killing them?

It was a little frustrating not having a telepath to give me feedback, but Shayera and the others were confident that Starfire’s and Beast Boy’s buried memories would stay hidden even under a lengthy telepathic scan. I was lucky Miss Martian was young and nowhere near as powerful or experienced as her uncle, Martian Manhunter. He would probably have uncovered my web of mental commands and buried memories in minutes if he concentrated, Shayera had said.

It was good that Martians had a weakness to fire. It made me feel a lot more confident in proceeding with this plan. Shayera said a fire trap designed with Martian Manhunter in mind had fully incapacitated him once, leaving him as a dribbling mess on the floor and preventing him from utilizing any of his many abilities and that he’d have remained that way if the other Justice League members hadn’t saved him. If fire could cripple him then it could easily do the same to his niece. I’d just need to have her isolated and incapacitated. Then I could try my Gaze on her. If it didn’t work, we’d have to lock her up next to a permanent fire source to prevent her from alerting anyone, and I’d have to see if Raven’s magic could help me breach her mental defenses. I really, really hoped that wouldn’t be the case, but Shayera wasn’t willing to take any chances and neither was I. Thankfully it just so happened that, now that Starfire belonged to me, I had a new ace in the hole who was poised to exploit that weakness to full effect. If everything went according to plan, Miss Martian would be the next of the Titans to fall under my sway.

The thought of having the hot green alien kneeling before me made my cock stir in my pants. With her on my side, I wouldn’t have to worry about any unwelcome telepathic intrusions into my mind while using her telepathy and her other gifts to help bring the remaining Titans to heel. And after I was done with Titans…

The visage of a busty woman in her mid-twenties with midnight black hair and piercing sapphire eyes in a low-neck top and fishnet leggings flashed across my mind. Every heterosexual man of taste knew about Zatanna Zatara, and had fantasized about her from the first time they saw the advertisements for her magic show on TV. While her abilities were impressive, I wouldn’t be surprised if they weren’t the biggest reason people flocked to her shows. And one day, after I had the Titans in my thrall, she’d be mine. It was only a matter of time. A wolfish grin tugged at my lips as I started towards the apartment building.

The lobby was relatively empty. A pair of uniformed security guards gave me friendly smiles as I passed them, but didn’t approach even though they desperately wanted to. One of the rules of the “club” specified that male members of low rank weren’t allowed to approach me unless it was important. It significantly cut down on annoyances throughout the day.

I looked around the room. There was a comfortable-looking sofa propped up against the wall on the right. A TV on the opposite wall displayed a news report from one of the local networks. The voice of the TV anchor came in quietly and I quickly lost interest in what he was saying.

A large desk dominated the end of the room opposite me. An attractive short-haired African-American woman in her early thirties sat behind it typing away at her computer. The rims of her glasses mirrored the white light of her monitor. She wore a scandalously low-cut dark purple blouse that showed off an astonishing amount of her generous cleavage.

I walked up to her. She didn’t seem to notice me, engrossed by whatever work was occupying her.

“Hey Nicole. How are you doing?” I said.

The woman jerked in her seat with a startled yelp. Her huge breasts jiggled tantalizingly, barely confined by her blouse.

Her glasses had fallen to the edge of her nose and she pushed them upward shakily before gazing up at me and giving me a wide smile.

“Oh Jesus! Jason, you scared me!” she laughed, a hand over her heart. “How-” she took a breath to calm herself. “Did everything go okay?”

I returned her smile. Nicole Davis had worked the reception desk when I’d subverted everyone in the apartment complex. She’d been the very first person to fall under my sway in Jump City, and for that reason if nothing else she’d always be special to me. It was she who’d help me subvert the rest of the apartment complex staff and then the residents.

Unmarried and with only distant family members she never spoke to, it had been a no-brainer to move her into one of the vacant apartments so I could have access to her whenever the mood struck me. It just so happened that in addition to being an incredibly detail-oriented, dedicated worker, she was also a fantastic cook, a hobby she’d mastered after a string of bad relationships had soured her on the dating experience. She’d cook me breakfast, lunch, and dinner whenever I was here, and often while I ate in her apartment, she’d give me a nice, loving blowjob beneath her kitchen table. She also had one of the most amazing fat asses I’d ever seen naked.

I leaned over the desk and reached into her blouse, grabbing a handful of her left breast. The ebony woman moaned and bit her lip.

“Oh… master…” she sucked in a breath when I tweaked her nipple. Damn, I liked her. When the Titans are mine and I leave Jump City, I might just take her with me.

“Things actually went better than expected,” I whispered.

She blinked beneath her glasses, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes. If I so much as hinted at it, she’d bend over her desk and let me fuck her however I wanted, in whichever hole I pleased.

“G-good,” she purred. She swallowed. “So… is there anything you need from me?”

She pulled her blouse down to reveal her big black breasts. Her cute nipples were hard as rocks.

When I didn’t answer, she continued. “Are you hungry? I can make you those paninis you like.”

My stomach grumbled. I could definitely go for a panini. Brainwashing people always made me hungry.

Suddenly, a familiar feminine voice broke in.

“While I’m sure our master would love a panini, or whatever else you cook up, there’s something in his room that requires his urgent attention.”

I glanced back and smiled when I saw Shayera behind me. The stunning red haired Thanagarian gazed at me lovingly. She wore a black tank top that showed off her toned midriff and a pair of gray yoga pants that clung sinfully to her amazing legs.

When had she gotten back? Probably a lot faster than me since she’d flown home, using her holo-cloak to conceal her movements.

“R-right. Sorry, ma’am. I was gonna tell him that,” Nicole said, her face flushed as I kept squeezing her tit.

I looked back at Shayera questioningly.

Shayera’s emerald eyes betrayed no answers. She winked at me.

“Yes, I’m sure you were,” the mirth in her tone told me she wasn’t mad that Nicole had apparently delayed revealing something to me. She addressed me. “Now come, Master. Let’s head to your room. I’ve prepared a little surprise for you to celebrate our first victory here and I’d hate for you to wait to see it.”

I took my hand off Nicole’s warm tit. The black woman let out a frustrated sigh, but made no move to cover her breasts again.

“What kind of surprise?” I asked searchingly.

Shayera’s lips twitched upwards. “You’ll see.”

I narrowed my eyes. How disobedient.

It was all part of our game, of course. She’d obviously do whatever I wanted if I told her explicitly, but she knew me well enough to know when I’d acquiesced to something she wanted, she obviously wanted whatever she’d prepared to be a surprise to me and I liked her more than enough to allow her that.

I sighed. “Guess there’s no helping it, then.”

She smiled.

I turned to look at Nicole again. Her brown eyes stared at me, practically glowing with worship and a desire to serve.

“You know what? While Shayera’s showing me her ‘surprise,’ why don’t you make us a whole tray of those paninis and bring them to my room?” I said.

Nicole beamed at me, and I knew immediately that I’d made the right decision.

“I’d love to, Master. I’ll have them ready in a little bit,” she said, standing up from her desk and walking towards the elevator. Her tits were still uncovered, and they danced like Mexican jumping beans as she walked. She pushed the call button and the down arrow above the silver elevator doors illuminated with white light.

Shayera chuckled. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” I said, following Nicole to the elevator. Shayera kept pace alongside me.

“You should have said something earlier. We were just at a pizza joint.”

“I don’t eat on the job,” I said.

“If you say so, Master.” She replied. I pretended I didn't notice her roll her eyes or the amused twitch of her plush lips.

As we made our way to the fifth floor, I grabbed a handful of Nicole’s naked tit again, much to her obvious delight. Shayera stared at me meaningfully, and I grabbed her right buttcheek, my fingers sinking into her pliant assflesh. She smiled as if all was right in the world.

After we exited the elevator and walked down the hallway, Nicole reluctantly separated from us and disappeared into her apartment, but not before promising me that she’d have lunch ready as soon as she could.

Shayera and I reached my apartment door. I twisted the handle and opened it. I kept it unlocked; the only people ever allowed on this floor belonged to me.

When I walked into my apartment, I froze. A gorgeous, curvy blonde in her late twenties was sitting on my couch, facing the door. She stood when she saw me. Her blue eyes met mine, shimmering with unshed tears.

“D-Dinah? But-” I cut myself off. The part of me that warned that this was a bad idea, that we were risking so much just from her being here was quickly smothered by the part of me that missed and loved her, and wished I’d never had to leave Gotham.

“Jason,” Dinah croaked, wringing her hands nervously. “God, I missed you so much!”

“I-”

She launched herself into my arms and within moments her lips were pressed against mine.

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