The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jack took a deep breath, steeling himself as he approached the street corner. He was nervous. Which was silly. It wasn’t the first time he’d approached a prostitute after all. Hell, his old man had even paid for his first time on his sixteenth birthday... a time in his life that he tried very hard not to think about. It hadn’t ended well. Still, he’d learned from the experience, and had gone on to live a productive and fairly normal life... for the most part.

Now, at thirty years old, having broken up with his girlfriend of five months, and once again alone in the world, he found himself grasping at straws. Karen leaving him had affected him harder than he’d anticipated, and after yet another night spent at home with his old buddy Jack Daniels, trying to drown out his sorrows, he’d decided to follow his work friends’ advice and seek out some female companionship.

“The best way to get over getting dumped is to go out and have sex,” Richard had explained. “Someone anonymous, a complete stranger. Just go out and have a one-night stand, get yer dick wet with some total stranger, with no expectations and no strings attached. Trust me, pal. You’ll be a better man for it!”

Of course, Richard himself was still blatantly single, at the ripe old age of forty-eight, and treated commitment as if it was a disease he was afraid of catching, so he took any advice from him with a grain of salt.

Which brought him to here, to this street corner. After he’d struck out trying the normal route, at the clubs, and the bars. It was a little disheartening, really... to know that he was such a loser. He could almost hear Karen’s mocking voice whispering in the back of his head: “Well, off course, you’re such a loser that the only way you could get laid is by paying for it!” With an effort, he pushed the notion aside, straightened his spine, and, clutching his briefcase, strode forward across the street.

The women glanced up at his approach, and he swallowed, feeling himself the one being appraised. “Hey there, handsome,” a thin, youngish looking dark haired woman dressed in a red tied back t-shirt and cut off jean shorts greeted him. “Looking for a good time? I bet I’ve got what you’re looking for...”

Jack swallowed again, then sighed. “Um... h-how,” he began, cursing himself for his hesitation. Dammit! Stop acting like a damned wimp! Man the fuck up for once in your damned life! “How much?” he asked in a clearer voice.

The woman chuckled, a knowing look in her eye. “Twenty-five for a BJ, fifty for straight fucking. Double that if you’re looking for anal. And once you cum, we’re done. Any kinky fetish shit, like bondage or whatever, is extra. I don’t mind getting rough, but no choking or cutting—that shit is an instant deal breaker. Anything else, though,” she said with a shrug, “I’m sure we can come to terms.”

Jack nodded, taking a deep breath. “What if... what if I wanted you for the whole night?” he asked.

The woman blinked, her grin widening. “A thousand dollars,” she said instantly, her tone giving no room for negotiations. “If you want to keep me for the entire night, that’s the price. Kind of spendy, I suppose,” she said, noting Jack’s expression, “but I guarantee I’m worth every penny.”

Jack sighed deeply. He hadn’t expected it to be quite that much... but if he got the chance to experience what he was after, at least once... then it was definitely worth the money. “A thousand dollars for the entire night,” he repeated back, “and you’ll do anything I want?”

“Anything you want, handsome,” the woman replied, still smiling, “aside from those deal breakers I mentioned. My pimp doesn’t like his merchandise getting scuffed,” she said, gesturing to a burly looking man dressed in purple with black sunglasses and a heavy gold chain around his neck, standing just a few feet away, talking to the other girls. Jack swallowed again, painfully; the so-called pimp looked like he could easily pick him up and snap him over his knee like a twig.

“Okay. You got a deal,” Jack said, nodding. “So, um... do you come back home with me, or—”

“No need to go far, sugar,” the woman said easily, gesturing to the large four-story building in front of them. “We have an arrangement with the owner. A c-note will give you a room for the night, no questions asked. And we can be as loud as we want,” she added with a wink, “without having to worry about neighbors calling the cops.”

“Oh. um, okay,” he said, walking towards the entrance. “I guess that’s... pretty convenient then. Well... after you,” he said, gesturing towards the open door.

“My, my, quite a gentleman,” the woman laughed, saundering her way inside. “But hopefully not TOO gentle...”

Once inside the room, Jack couldn’t help but stare in shock as the woman made herself comfortable. “Wow,” he whispered softly, though the girl turned to him, eyebrow raised. “Sorry, um... it’s just... did you know that you look just like—”

“Oh, yeah. That,” the woman replied with a roll of her eyes. “Apparently I look a lot like that Super from over in River City, Quimby-something...”

“It’s Quintessence,” Jack replied, shaking his head ruefully. “And yeah, you do! A lot. She was always one of my favorites,” he said with a soft sigh, “but she disappeared a while back, like more than a year or so ago.” He frowned, considering, but before he could ask, she laughed aloud.

“Oh, boy. And here comes the million dollar question,” she said with amusement. “‘Are you her? Are you Quinty-whatever? Did you give up being a famous superhero with special powers to move to Redburton and become a prostitute?’? She chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah, yeah... I get that question all the time. And it never fails to make me laugh! As if that could actually happen...” She shook her head. “My name’s Tracey, okay? I’ve lived in this hick town all my life, and believe me if I could fly, or shoot laser beams out of my eyes, or any shit like that, then I sure as hell wouldn’t be making a living lying flat on my back, got it?”

“Yeah, okay, that makes sense,” Jack conceded. “Still... I have to admit, the resemblance is uncanny.” He nodded to himself. “And, well... actually, it makes what I had in mind even better.” She raised an eyebrow at him again. “What I was looking for... what I wanted... is to hypnotize you.”

“Hypnotize me?” she repeated back in surprise. “What, you mean with a pocket watch or a spiral thingy, or something?” She burst into laughter. “Fuck... and here I’d thought I’d heard everything! I mean... yeah, I’ve had some fucked up requests, like people wanting to piss on me, or have me trample their junk and shit... but this is the first time anyone has asked for this shit!” She literally had to wipe the tears from her cheeks from laughing so hard.

Jack, for his part, growled, hands clenched into fists. It was just like Karen, all over again. “Stop it!” he yelled, surprising her with the fury in his voice. “Stop FUCKING laughing at me!”

“Geez, okay, okay, calm down,” Tracey said, placatingly. “I didn’t mean to make fun of you. It’s just... C’mon. Hypnosis isn’t real. It’s just a bunch of crap from the movies.”

“Hypnosis is REAL,” Jack insisted, scowling at her. “I’ve seen it work first hand. I’ve even used it before, on my girlf.... my ex-girlfriend,” he clarified sullenly. “My point is, it’s real. The other person just has to keep an open mind...”

“Okay, okay, fine, if you say so,” Tracey replied, rolling her eyes again. “Look. Far be it for me to tell you different. If you believe it, then good for you. To me, it’s nothing more than a bunch of horseshit. But, if you want to roleplay me being your ‘hypnotized obedient slave girl’,” she said, making air quotes, “I’m sure we could give it a try. After all, you paid for tonight. The least I can do is make sure you get your money’s worth.”

Jack sighed softly. Not exactly the auspicious start he’d hoped for. Still... At least she’s actually willing. I half expected her to toss the money back at me and tell me to take a hike. Heh. Once she hears what I want, she still might...

“Okay then. Since you’re willing to go through with this, let me explain what I’m after. What I want is to hypnotize you,” Tracey made a loud groan, rolling her eyes again, “into believing that you are Quintessence.. that you’re that heroine, and that you’ve been captured by your nemesis, um... me,” he said, faltering a bit as a knowing smirk reappeared on her face. “So, basically, I’ll be the bad guy, trying to break the noble heroine, you, and turn her into my obedient sex slave.”

“Ah, I get it,” Tracey replied with a brief nod. “It’s not the first time I’d been asked to role play that Quinny girl. I usually charge extra for that kind of thing... but since you’ve got me for the whole night, sure, why not?” She stretched, thrusting a hip out provocatively. “So, let me guess. You want to tie me up naked to the bed, and make me beg you for mercy?”

“Ah, um, well, tied to the bed, yes. But, naked...” he said sheepishly, glancing down at the suitcase he’d brought, lying on the floor at his feet. “I, um... I brought a costume with me,” he mumbled, blushing heatedly. “And... I’ll like you to put it on...”

“Seriously,” she said, chuckling, walking over to the briefcase, opening it up to glance at the dark blue and gold spandex bodysuit decorated with silver starbursts along the sides. She gave him a look. “Don’t tell me you carry this thing around with you all the time,” she stated, fixing him with a stare. “And... did you bring this up here specifically with ME in mind?”

“N-no, no, not at all,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “Frankly, I didn’t even notice how much you look like her until I saw you in the light, here in this room! I was just looking for a girl with dark hair to wear it... not even sure it will fit you.” He sighed deeply. “Look... it... I got it for my gir... my ex-girlfriend a long time ago, okay? I like to role play... and Quintessence was always one of my favorite heroines. But Karen... she wasn’t really into it, yanno? She even let me hypnotize her once to help her ‘get into’ the part... but just that once, and any time I tried to bring it up again, she just shut me down...”

He didn’t need to say the rest. That things had come to a head, when, in a moment of weakness, he’d tranced her, made her play the part again for sex, against her will. It had been wonderful... but afterward, even though she hadn’t remembered it, he’d felt guilty. Telling her what he’d done, however, had been a big mistake; Karen had flipped out, yelling and screaming, calling it rape, an abuse of power, and break of trust. Apologizing had only made it worse. The next day, she’d moved out, packing up all her belongings while he was at work, refusing to talk to him or return his calls. He’d screwed up, royally. And she’d let him know in no uncertain terms how pathetic she thought he was for it...

“Well, her loss,” Tracey replied with a shrug, regaining his attention. “Let me guess. She was one of those, ‘do it with the lights off’ missionary-only kind of girls?” Jack blinked in surprise at her rather accurate assumption. “Heh. Figures. Personally, I think a little kinky role play spices things up. Just the straight up, in-an-out gets majorly boring after a while, if you catch my drift.” Stripping out of her outfit, kicking off her heels, she slid into the skintight bodysuit, then nodding, staring at herself in the mirror. “Damn! I look pretty damn hot in this,” she stated in appreciation, planting a hand on her hip. “Hell, if I were a guy, I’d fuck me dressed like this.”

Jack nodded softly, eyes wide. He couldn’t help but stare at her, awestruck. The woman was... perfect. Utterly perfect. The messy short cut black hair was the wrong style, and the costume itself was a cheap knock-off he’d picked up at the Halloween costume store last year. But the way she stood, the way the suit emphasized her womanly assets... Tracey was the spitting image of the heroine he’d jerked off to during his teen years. He’d thought Karen, in costume, with her black wig, was as close to authentic as he would ever get in his lifetime... but compared to the woman standing before him, she might as well have been a stick figure!

“Hey! Earth to Jack!” she said, snapping her fingers in his face to get his attention. “Geez! I’m starting to believe you about this hypnosis stuff—you keep spacing out like a zombie every few minutes.” Walking over to the bed, she said down, crossing her legs. “Speaking of which... how do you want to do this, hmm? What’s the plan here, Chief?”

“Well, since you asked... I’d like to start with placing you into a trance,” he said calmly, dropping into his ‘evil hypnotist’ voice automatically. He was nervous, yes, doing this with a total stranger, but he knew that portraying confidence was key. Reaching again for the briefcase, he withdrew a large quartz crystal on a thin silver chain. “Sit up and lean forward on the bed, and watch the crystal,” he commanded, beginning to swing the crystal slowly back and forth. Tracey laughed aloud.

“Hahahahaa... this is insane! I was actually expecting a gold coin on a string, like in that old Scooby Doo cartoon,” she teased, even as her eyes began to follow the crystal, “What’s next, oh great Master? ‘Watch the pretty coin of gold and you will do what you are told?’” she giggled.

Jack swallowed his annoyance and continued to swing the crystal. “Nothing quite so dramatic, I’m afraid, Just watch the crystal... watch it swing, and shine, watch the way it catches the light... the way it sparkles as it swings. It’s kind of interesting, don’t you think—”

“No, not really,” Tracey interjected, still watching the swinging crystal. “But I think I can see how this whole hypnosis thing works now. You literally BORE the person to sleep.”

“Quiet!” Jack snapped, venting slightly. “No talking. Just watch the crystal and listen to my voice. If you want your thousand dollars, then you’ll go along with this and at least TRY to play along...”

Tracey nodded slightly, yawning. Play along? Fine, she could do that. Huh. Just like everything else in this profession... worst comes to worst, I’ll just fake it. As long as he’s happy with the results, its no skin off my nose...

With no backtalk, Jack finally relaxed a bit. “Good. Okay... now... as you watch the crystal, watching the way the light shines... the way it just... catches the light,” he said, timing his words with each pass of the crystal, “let yourself... relax... and drift... no need to talk, no need to think... just relax... and let yourself go...”

Tracey had to fight from laughing out loud again. It sounded so cheesy. It actually brought her back to her younger days, back when she’d gone to the carnival in Rover City with her old man back before he’d died... to the hypnosis show they’d attended. THAT hypnotist had been great, really high quality AND entertaining. She’d thought it hilarious at the time, the way he’d put people to sleep or made the act crazy up on stage. It wasn’t until later that she learned that they were all ‘plants’... members of the audience the hypnotist had set up beforehand and called upon to put on a good show. It had definitely disillusioned her. Still, she had to admit, it was a good show...

“...letting yourself relax even more,” Jack was saying, causing her to blink. His deep droning voice, going on and on... she’d actually tuned him out for a moment. Was he STILL going on? how long did it take for this to work anyway? Oh... right. This bullshit DOESN’T work, she chided herself inwardly. If I don’t play along and pretend to go on, we’ll be doing this all night long! Tch... fine. Not as if I have anything better to do with my time... but if it will shut him up, then yeah, time to play the sleepy obedient slave girl...

“...your breathing slowing down, not even noticing as your eyelids droop more and more,” Jack was saying, watching Tracey’s face carefully, her actions following his words perfectly. He knew she was resistant, that she didn’t believe in this at all, but he still had high hopes that he could put her under, Some hypnotists believed trust was the most important factor in hypnotizing a person, establishing a rapport with the subject, and enabling them to lower their guard enough to let you in. But Jack knew well enough that ego was just as valuable a card to play. In most cases, when a person believes themselves to be ‘too strong’ or ‘too smart’ to go into a trance, they’re basically much more vulnerable than someone wary and on guard. He didn’t know the prostitute well enough to establish any sort of trust with her, but after a few minutes in her presence, he knew her ego, and the thought of that big payout, would be enough to get her to go along.

Whether or not it would actually take? Well, that he’d have to see for himself.

“And... sleep,” he said firmly, lowering the crystal, watching as her lids slid close,d, her head slumping forward. “Deep, deep asleep now,” he continued on, softly, but firmly, wondering idly whether or not it had worked. “Going deeper and deeper into your own mind, everything else fading away... everything but my voice, which is guiding you now, guiding your thoughts, and your will, You will obey my voice, Tracey... obey it as it guides you deeper and deeper...”

“Deeper... and deeper,” the dark-haired hooker muttered softly.

“Yes. Good girl,” Jack said softly, daring to hope. “Obeying my voice. Obeying me in all things. You are deeply hypnotized now, Tracey, and going deeper every moment, as your resistance, your will to fight, gets smaller and smaller... leaving you nice and obedient. Obedient to my voice. Obedient to me.”

“Obedient.... to you...”

“Yes. Good. Very good. And since you obey me... that makes you my slave,” he pressed, wondering how she would react. if she was faking, she’d surely have a snide comment at being called his slave—

“Your... s... your sla...” she muttered, a frown creasing her lips. “Your... s... slave...” she finally managed.

“And that makes me your Master.”

“M.... mas... master...” she said after another moment of resistance.

“Good girl. Now, relax again, let all the tension and resistant flow out of you. Go deeper for me... deeper into the very core of yourself. I am your Master... and you are my obedient slave. And you will obey me completely, in all things. Without hesitation.” He was nearly panting with excitement. He still wasn’t sure if she was faking it or not... but if she was, she was a damned good actress. Still, on the off chance that she WAS actually in a hypnotic trance, he planned to take full advantage of it, placing her as deep as he possibly could. If he only had her for one night, he planned to fucking enjoy the HELL out of it!

Once he was finished deepening her trance, he began setting up the framework. “Now then, Tracey. When I count to three, you will open your eyes, and act as if you are awake and alert once again. You will believe that you are Quintessence, the famous Superheroine and that you have been captured by me, your nemesis, Dr. Nefario. You will believe that I have neutralized your powers, and turned you into a weak helpless normal woman. Furthermore, you will be unable to resist any command that I give you, obeying instantly, no matter how much you want to resist.” He grinned at that. That was the main drive of his kink, after all, walking that fine line between consensual and forced participation. Too much of one or the other just... ruined the experience. “And finally, when I snap my fingers, you will awaken from your trance, and return to your normal self. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Tracey replied, this time with no hesitation. “I understand. I will obey.”

“Okay. Perfect. Now then... one, two... three!”

Tracey blinked, frowning slightly. Had she... dozed off? What was happening? Where was she...

“I have you now, Quintessence!” Dr. Nefario said in a cheesy over-the-top voice, peering down at her. “My evil binding beam was a success! I have successfully neutralized your powers, rendering you completely helpless. Furthermore, my hypnotic powers have made you completely submissive and subservient towards me!” Tracey gaped in surprise for a moment, before it all came flooding back to her.

“Well, sounds like someone’s going all out,” she muttered softly, shaking her head. “Tch... fine. You’ve got me here, Nefario. So... what now? Gonna command me to give you a blowjob? Assuming you have a magnifying glass and some tweezers set up for me to even find your tiny ass dick—”

“SILENCE!” Jack growled, blushing heatedly. Goddamn! Either she is really getting into the role, or she’s just naturally a ball-breaking bitch! Either way, I need to take control of this situation before things get out of hand! Scowling, he pointed to the ground in front of his feet. “Enough of your smart mouth. Now... kneel before your Master!”

“Yeah, right! Like I’m gonna—what the fuck?!?” Tracey yelped in surprise as her knees hit the carpet, leaving her kneeling before the demented doctor. “What the hell... how did you do that?” she demanded. trying and failing to rise up from her spot. Her eyes went wide with realization. “Holy shit... you really hypnotized me?” she asked, staring up at him in amazement and horror.

Jack laughed aloud. “I’d definitely say this proves that fact, wouldn’t you?” he teased her gleefully. There was no denying the genuine surprise on her face when she’d obeyed his instruction so completely before she could even begin to protest. The sight of her in that costume had made his instantly hard and had kept him that way through the entire entrancing phase. But the knowledge that she was so completely under his control had pushed him right at the edge. He had to take a moment to compose himself before actually continuing. “From now on, you will refer to me as ‘Master’,” he said imperiously. “Do you understand, Super Slut?” Silence. Jack waited for several more seconds. “Answer me, Slut!” he growled.

“Yes... Master,” she said reluctantly, through gritted teeth.

“Better,” Jack replied with a nod. “Now then... since you were kind enough to suggest it, you’re going to give me the wettest, sloppiest, most enthusiastic blowjob of your life.” His grin turned sadistic, as he unzipped his pants, freeing his manhood. “And even better, you’re going to enjoy it just as much as I do. My arousal is going to feedback into you... the more turned on I am, the more you will be. And when I cum, you’ll cum.”

“No! You can’t! I won—uuummmpphh!” she managed, her protest dying as her traitorous body moved of its own accord, taking his hard cock into her mouth. As much as she hated it, hated being controlled this way, forced to act against her will, she found herself getting turned on, her arousal spiking as the demented Doctor began to moan and sigh in appreciation, vocalizing his arousal. What had started off as going through the motions soon evolved into exactly what the Doctor prescribed—a masterful blowjob given with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, her free hand buried beneath the waistband of her costume as she sucked, her arousal rising to match her tormentor’s. It was a delicious torment; she rarely felt much pleasure during sex, had never been this turned on in her life, and yet even though she felt on the edge of orgasm, she couldn’t quite cross over...

For his part, Jack was in heaven. It was everything he’d fantasized about, everything he’d hoped for. Having a beautiful woman at his command, having her service him, and enjoying it, even as she resisted it. He felt like a true supervillain, with his captured heroic slave at his command. Not that he intended any deviltry or evil, aside from having glorious mindblowing sex with her. That was the point after all. Why try to rule the world, or control everything when you could rule over and control the perfect woman? Compared to that, everything else seemed tedious and unnecessary.

“Aaaaaahhh... uuuuhnn... ohhhh, fuccckkk!” he grunted, eyes fluttering, as he came ever closer to that blissful sweet release he longed for. Yet, he was purposely holding back, trying to prolong the experience as much as possible. he wanted it to last, to go on and on forever. But alas, Tracey’s desperation and need were stronger than his patience... and with a loud roar, he finally came, gushing his enjoyment down the excited woman’s throat.

Tracey’s eyes went wide with the sudden release, hitting her own climax just as her Master hit his. Her fingers slid in deep, curling as her thighs clenched involuntarily, pulling free of his cock to cry out her pleasure, literally falling flat onto her back on the floor, cumming shamelessly in what was possibly the greatest orgasm she’d ever experienced.

Jack chuckled aloud, panting, taking a moment to recover himself, reminding himself that he still had a part to play in this little melodrama. The best was yet to come, after all. “Hah! Look at you! The ‘quintessential’ Super, the city’s heroine, lying debased on the floor of a seedy hotel, face sticky with my cum, squealing and writhing like a shameless slut!” He chuckled again as she looked up at him, dazed, her eyes glazed and vacant. “Now you understand how deeply my control over you runs! Now you know firsthand my power over you.”

Tracey shook her head wearily. “You.... you... monster,” she spat, trying to rally herself, and ignore the shudders of pleasure his word strangely evoked in her. “You won’t get away with this. When this is over... I swear... I’ll make you suffer...”

“Yes, yes, I am quite aware,” Dr. Nefario replied dismissively. “Unfortunately for you, it will NEVER be over! In fact, your humiliation and enslavement are just beginning!” He pointed to the bed. “Get up there now, and spread out your arms and legs.”

Gritting her teeth, trying to resist, Tracey again found her body acting all on its own, taking its place on the center of the bed, and spreading out her limbs. She cursed loudly as the nefarious doctor took his time attaching restraints to her wrists and ankles, simple leather shackles that she could have easily snapped if her powers were still intact. Once she was bound, he stepped back, admiring his handiwork for a moment, before moving to the briefcase lying open on the floor, retrieving a switchblade. Tracey’s eyes widened in fear, and she shrank back, pulling uselessly at her bindings.

Jack merely laughed. “Now, now, don’t worry. I remember our contract,” he teased her, moving to straddle her legs. “No cutting... at least, no cutting YOU,” he said, as he cut a small gash in the tight spandex costume surrounding her crotch, exposing her hot pink slit. “Yes, yes, I know... it would be simple enough to simply strip you completely naked, and have my way with you. But that’s the difference between fucking a hooker, and fucking brainwashed superheroine—the aesthetics!” He laughed at the dour expression on her face. “What’s wrong? You don’t like the comparison? No matter... I know what will put a smile back on your face,” he intoned, crawling up the bed, sliding himself into position.

“No! Wait!” Tracey protested, again testing her restraints. Normally something like this wouldn’t be a big deal, having yet another man rutting away inside her. But because of his hypnotic commands, she knew she would truly enjoy it this time, far more than anything before. It would completely shatter her, break through every barrier and shield she had carefully built up over the years. God... if just sucking him off before felt that good, then being fuck by him might make me lose my damn mind!

And yet, that was exactly what Jack wanted, had planned right from the start, despite not knowing her innermost thoughts. The moment he entered her wet and ready snatch, Tracey felt her resistance simply crumble. She couldn’t resist it... couldn’t fight it. She was... fuck... she... it felt so good... too good to resist. “Uhhhn... ohhh fuck,” she moaned, eyes fluttering, pulling again at her restraints, not to escape, but to pull her Master in closer, deeper, harder. “Oooohh! Ooohhh! Mmmmm...” she grunted, thrusting her hips up in time to meet his thrusts. “Fuuucckk! Nhhghhh... wanna... wanna... cum,” she rasped, shaking her head briskly. “Need to... cuuumm...”

Jack grunted, guiding her hips as he continued to fuck, marveling at her responsiveness, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. A prostitute would have been used to his simple ministrations, making all sorts of sounds of pleasure and fulfillment, yet being as excited and turned on as a paperweight. Was it possible that she was truly about to cum... or was she merely saying what she thought he wanted her to hear? He’d expected a battle of wills, of having to crush her defiance and resistance little by little, until she finally accepted the inevitable. No. This was too easy, he told himself, digging her fingers into her skin, gripping her harder. There’s no way she could have surrendered this soon. She’s trying to play me, make me think she’s broken, just to speed this up. Well, no way. I paid for the whole night, and I plan to damn well use it!

“Do you like that, slut?” he said aloud, amping up the rhythm, jackhammering her needy wet cunt. “You wanna cum, huh? Well, maybe, MAYBE, if you’re a good girl, and beg me enough, maybe I’ll let you cum again. But for now, you don’t get to cum until I say so,” he stated, reaching out, squeezing her breasts, finding and twisting her hard peaked nipples through the spandex.

“Ooohhhhhh gaaaawwwdddd,” she moaned, eyes rolling up into her head. His words were a heavy boot tamping down on the brakes of her orgasm, even as his actions slammed down the accelerator of her arousal. She felt like she was coming apart at the seams. She needed to cum so badly... she would have gladly promised him anything, ANYTHING if he would have let her fucking cum! And yet the sex continued, relentless, pushing her far beyond her limits, and more.

“Yesss! Oh hell yes!” Jack shouted, his pleasure nearing its peak. “You’re a damned hot lay,” he managed, teeth gritted, trying to hold back for a few seconds more, trying to prolong it as much as possible. “Ohhh... fuck... fuck... FUCK!” he roared, unable to contain it any more, unloading deep within the sexy hooker’s core, his vision going momentarily gray as he was drained.

“NNNGGGHHHHHHYYAAAA!” Tracey cried out, shuddering, going tense, her body literally vibrating with need. Her previous command forced her to experience her Master’s arousal, to be perfectly in sync with him, and to cum when he did. But he’d just ordered that she NOT cum until he gave her permission. The resulting conflicts left her teetering on the edge, her body at the very point of climax but unable to follow through. “OOHHH GAAWWDD! PLEASE! PLEASE MASTER!” she cried out, head whipping violently back and forth. “NEED TO CUM! NEED TO CUM! NEED TO CUM!”

Jack blinked in surprise, nearly bucked off of her from her desperation. She’d actually called him ‘Master’. And her arousal was unmistakable now; her pussy was pulling at him, trying to milk every ounce of pleasure from his cock, still buried inside her. He was beginning to suspect that perhaps he’d been wrong... that she wasn’t acting, and that she WAS every bit as aroused as she seemed. And... that she was probably going to have a brain embolism if he didn’t allow her release!

“Okay, okay... cum now! You can cum—” he began, only to cry out himself as he felt her surging up underneath him, this time actually succeeding in bucking him off. Her body went rigid, stuck in a deep sensual bow, her fingers and toes curled tightly, her head thrown back with her mouth open in a silent scream, before finally relaxing enough to slam back down onto the mattress. Jack watched in amazement as she continued to cry out and shudder, bucking wildly, her orgasm continuing on, her next peak cresting up to full intensity before the first had even begun to lessen.

Holy shit... I think I broke her, Jack thought worriedly, as she continued to howl and shake and shudder. Fuck... did I screw up the hypnotic commands I gave her somehow? Or did half an hour of denial short circuit her brain? She screamed again, going into another round of shuddering, causing the bed to creak, and he cringed. Okay... that is not fucking normal! Hell, I’m, surprised she hasn’t had a heart attack or something! I gotta fix this!

“Quintessence... um... Tracey,” he said loudly, straddling her again, talking loudly to be heard over her nonstop cries of pleasure. “Listen to me! LISTEN! Remember... when I snap my fingers... you will wake up and go back to normal, okay? Okay!”

SNAP!

Sometime later, looking back at that instant of time, Jack was able to contemplate all of the details, and appreciate the moment for what it was. Later, he was able to wonder at the way Tracey’s eyes had flashed, literally flashed, emitting a soft pale blue light that glowed from within. He was able to marvel at the way her arms, her legs, her chest, her breasts... literally all of her, seemed to tense up, to ripple, like a wave flowing over, flowing through her flesh. He was able to recall the way the soft supple flesh underneath his fingers had suddenly hardened, as strong and unyielding as iron. And he could definitely remember her expression, the myriad emotions that flickered across her face—confusion, realization, horror, sadness, and finally anger and fury.

At the time, however, it was all mostly a blur as he felt himself tossed bodily across the room as she let out a cry of pure rage, flexing and shattering the feeble restrains... and the bed along with them, shattering the heavy oak frame into splinters. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he sat up and gaped at the gently glowing dark haired woman hovering a foot off the ground, glaring heatedly at him. Realization was like a bucket of ice water down his back as he rose quickly back to his feet, staring at her in shock. The hooker he’d picked up wasn’t just a look-alike for Quintessence. She really WAS Quintessence!

“It’s you,” he whispered softly, as she narrowed her eyes. “You’re really—”

“DON’T!” she hissed, as a wave of blue energy spread out from her, slamming Jack back hard into the nearby wall, crying out at the sound of bone snapping. “Don’t. Say. Another. GODDAMN. WORD!” she yelled, turning towards the window, extending a hand towards it. Another blast of blue, and the wall... exploded. With another loud cry, she took off, streaking across the night sky without a backward glance. Jack, whimpering, slid slowly down the wall to the floor, cradling his arm, twisted at an awkward angle.

Huh. It was really her. I just... fucked Quintessence, he thought dimly as the black spots dotting his vision grew steadily larger, threatening to swallow him up. Damn. I’m pretty sure... I’m not getting my room deposit back... he managed before slipping gratefully into unconsciousness.

Okay... that’s the last time I hire someone for sex... Jack thought grimly as he limped his way up the driveway to his home. His left arm was in a cast, the bone firmly set by the doctors before releasing him from the hospital, but the leg brace over his right leg, to fix his hyperextended knee, was the worst part. All in all, his injuries weren’t as bad as they could have been. Messing around with someone who can rip apart a tank with her bare hands? Yeah... I’m lucky she didn’t rip ME apart with her bare hands...

There was also the matter of the thousand dollar’s he’d brought with him to pay for the night, pretty much vaporized when the room exploded. Not that he’d had to worry about actually paying; after her explosive exit from the building, the pimp and all the other girls had scattered like the four winds and run off as fast as their legs could carry them. But with the loss, and the added hospital bills, and his night of ‘fun’ had turned out to be way more expensive than he had imagined.

“Well... it’s over now, anyway,” he murmured aloud, fishing his keys out of his pocket with his good arm, slipping it into the keyhole. “And I think this finally cure my obsession with costumed heroines, too. If I ever see another Super in my life, it will be too soon...” he declared, stepping into his house.

And staring blankly into the glowing dark-haired woman standing in his living room.

“Holy shit!” he yelped, stumbling back in a panic, only to cry out, his injured leg refusing to respond fast enough, sending him to the ground in a heap. “Aaaaaah! Fuck! SHITSHITSHIT!” he yelled, as pain exploded in both his arm and leg from the fall.

“Oh! Sorry! I’m sorry!” Quintessence said, racing over to help him up. “I didn’t mean to startle you that badly,” she said sheepishly, helping him over to his recliner. She let out a soft sigh. “That, um... looks painful,” she added, gesturing to the leg brace and arm cast.

“Yeah,” Jack nodded warily. “It is. So... um.... you’re here. In my house. But, um... I never told you my name. Or my address. How did you find me?”

The heroine shrugged, glancing away. She was back in her actual full costume now, instead of the cheap copy he’d given her at the hotel. “It wasn’t too hard. You mentioned that you were from River City. After I came back to the hotel and found you gone, I figured that my little... ahem... tantrum... might have forced you to go to the hospital. So I checked with all the nearby urgent care facilities for a man matching your description with a broken arm or leg. Or, both, in your case,” she said with a frown.

Jack nodded again. “Y-yeah. Well, the leg’s not actually broken... my knee just got tweaked a bit...” He sighed heavily, hanging his head. “So... you tracked me down. What now? Are you here to... arrest me? Beat me to a pulp? Rip off my balls for defiling you—”

“WHAT?!? Um, no, no, nothing like that!” she said hastily, glancing back at him. “I actually came here to thank you... and to apologize,” she said sheepishly, avoiding his gaze again. Jack blinked in surprise. “I know it wasn’t your fault... what happened to me,” she began slowly. “In fact, if it wasn’t for you, I’d still be working that street corner, living the life of a prostitute.”

Jack shrugged, then winced in pain. Stupid broken arm. “Yeah, well, I hadn’t set out to free you or anything,” he admitted. “It was a total fluke. But, um... I still don’t get it. What happened to you, anyway? Why did you quit being a heroine to become a hooker?”

“Well, it wasn’t by choice,” she grumbled, eyes flashing dangerously. “It was actually my girlfriend’s doing... well, ex-girlfriend now,” she amended. “Your command to ‘go back to normal’ once you snapped your fingers undid everything... and it let me remember what happened to me. As it turns out, the girl I’d been dating for more than two years was actually a supervillain.” She shook her head ruefully. “I was completely blown away. Though I guess it was only natural, in retrospect. She was always leaving at night to her ‘other job’ as much as I was, making the same lame excuses to have to rush off and do a costume change. Looking back at it now, I’m surprised I never even considered she might be a costumed Super as well. But even if I had, I would have thought she was a hero, not a villain!” She sighed softly.”Who would have ever connected the sweet, gentle, loving girl I fell in love with to that crazy, sadistic, bitch Lady Enthralla?”

“Lady Enthralla was your girlfriend!?!?” Jack blurted out, only to wince as she glared at him. “Sorry... just... taken by surprise, that’s all...”

“Yeah... you and me both,” she murmured. “And we both found out the hard way when I arrived at a heist and foiled her plans, beating her minions then fighting her. We were tussling, and she let out a scream, cursing... using the exact words she yelled out anytime she got really pissed... and I just froze, and asked, ‘Jessie? Is that you?’ Then she froze... we both took off our masks, and, well...” She shrugged. “It was definitely a shock. For both of us. But then I lost my head... I started yelling at her, screaming at her. I was pissed.” Her expression darkened. “You know the rumors, right? The reason Lady Enthralla uses exclusively female minions?”

Jack nodded in sympathy. Everyone knew about Lady Enthrall and her all-girl squad. And at least one hero went on record as reporting that she seduced and brainwashed innocent women, turning them into her obedient sex-slaves, eager to do anything their Mistress desired. And from the look on Quintessence’s face, he couldn’t tell if she was more upset that her girlfriend was a villain, that she’d abducted and brainwashed innocent girls to do her bidding or the fact that she’d basically CHEATED on her in the process of making her minion army.

“I called her a no good dirty filthy whore,” the heroine remarked. “Then I told her that we were through and that I was taking her to jail... and she laughed. She laughed and laughed as if that was the funniest thing in the world. ‘I’m a whore?’ she’d asked me then. ‘You think I’m a filthy fucking whore? Well, guess what? You’re going to be a fucking whore!’ Before I even knew what was happening, I found myself staring into her eyes... her deep... green... hypnotic... eyes...” She shook herself, pushing the memory aside. “A-anyway, she, um... she hypnotized me, messed with my memory, made me think I was a prostitute, that I had no powers, and took me to Redburton, dropping me off with Denzel.... the pimp,” she said with obvious disgust. “And I’m one hundred percent sure he knew who I really was, and what had happened to me... the fucking prick always charged extra for people wanting to ‘fuck a superhero’.”

Jack squirmed uncomfortably. It was exactly what he’d paid for, after all. “Well, um... I’m again, very sorry. About all of this. For what happened to you, and for, um... using you the way I did...”

“No, don’t apologize,” she said gently, blushing a bit. “As I said if anything I should be thanking you. You literally saved me. I’d still be a brainwashed slut on the street if not for you. I really do owe you on.” She sighed softly. “And, I really have to apologize for sending you to the hospital. I swear, I hadn’t meant to hurt you. I was... well... I was pissed.”

“Heh. That’s putting it lightly,” Jack remarked with a soft chuckle. “But if your shoes, I’d have been pissed as well. Don’t sweat it. I guess I’ll just write it off as a ‘life experience’.”

Tracey shook her head in amazement. “You know, you really are the nicest guy,” she told him. “Most people would have been upset as well, threatening to sue, demanding I pay their hospital bills or something... or trying to blackmail me into servitude or something,” she added glancing down again. Jack merely raised an eyebrow. “You know my true name and identity after all,” she pointed out.

“Wait... you name really IS Tracey?” he said in surprise.

She laughed. “Yeah. Tracey Quinn. So, not only do you know what I look like without my mask, you know my actual name. And considering all those hypnotic commands you put in my head to obey you, in all ways, it wouldn’t be very hard to put me back into a trance and turn me into your own private sex slave.”

Jack gaped at her in stunned surprise. He’d actually forgotten about that part. And considering his command to ‘wake up and go back to normal’, he hadn’t considered the possibility of any of the other commands he’d given her still being intact. He swallowed painfully, considering his options. Last night, he’d lived one of his deepest darkest fantasies, LITERALLY having his way with a sexy brainwashed heroine. Not pretending or roleplay—it had all been one hundred percent real. And.. if he played his cards right, he could enjoy that same thrill, that same experience any time he wanted. She was right there, ripe for the taking! All he had to do was take...

But... that would make me a REAL villain, he thought dimly. Fantasy is one thing, but taking away her will that way for real... that’s crossing a line. One that I already have before, and regretted ever since. If I did that, then I’d be every bit the pathetic loser that Karen accused me of being...

“Then... I guess we’d better see about getting you to a deprogrammer,” he said lightly, forcing a smile. “After all, we wouldn’t want some unscrupulous person taking advantage of what I left inside your head...”

Tracey stared at him for a long moment, then sighed deeply, shaking her head. “Well... fuck me... you really ARE a nice guy,” she said, walking over to the couch and sitting down. At Jack’s confused look, she explained. “That was a test. After I left the hotel last night, I contacted a friend of mine... a psychic. She was able to free me of all of the compulsions placed in my mind... by you AND by Lady Enthralla. Whom I settled up with last night,” she added with a smirk. “After everything that went down last night, I wasn’t sure what kind of a guy you really were. But now... I guess I have my answer.”

“I... I don’t understand,” Jack replied. “What are you saying?”

Tracey rolled her eyes. “Do I need to spell it out for you? I’m offering to... well... pick things up where we left off last night. You know... sexually.” Jack continued to gape at her. “Look, I’m not saying I wanna move in with you or anything like that. Hell, we’ve only known each other for less than a day! But... you’re safe. Safer than anyone else I know, aside from my deprogrammer friend. And she’s in a relationship...”

“I... um... but,” he sputtered, trying to keep up. “You... I mean... you’re a lesbian, right? You said you had a girlfriend—”

“Ex-girlfriend,” she clarified. “And considering all the cock I’ve had over the past year and a half, I can’t really make that claim now, can I?” she said ruefully. “Seriously... considering that it was a female that screwed me over, and a bunch of men that FUCKED me over, I’m not exactly feeling a lot of love for EITHER sex. But, you,” she said softly, raising her gaze to him once again, “I said it before. You’re safe. I... trust you. At least more than I do anyone else right now.” Her smirk returned, even as her cheeks colored. “Besides, you’ve got the magic touch. Whatever you did last night, it made me cum harder than I’ve ever cum in my entire life!”

Jack frowned, still confused about what was happening. “So are you saying you want to become my sex slave?”

“Hmph. Hardly,” she said with a shake of her head. “Unless we’re talking role-play in the bedroom. I’m not exactly the submissive type, normally. And I certainly don’t want some guy I hardly know telling me how I can live my life. But, well, a little naughty roleplay in the bedroom is something else entirely. And I wouldn’t mind surrendering a bit of control to someone trustworthy... someone who had every chance to act like the supervillain he portrayed but still chose to act like a fucking decent human being.”

Jack chuckled slightly, blushing himself. “Yeah... I think you’re giving me too much credit. As I said, I didn’t even KNOW you were the real Quintessence! My helping you was an accident, a fluke.” He sighed softly. “And, well... you said it yourself. My fantasy was to be a supervillain dominating a hero... um... you, specifically...”

“True, but it was simply that,” she pointed out. “A sexual fantasy. A kink, or fetish. And believe me, after more than a year of ordinary vanilla sucking and fucking, and some pretty twisted shit that would make you vomit, your fantasy is actually pretty tame.” She crossed her arms at her chest. “So... what do you say, Jack? Wanna give this a try?”

In response, he stood up and approached the sexy brunette, and, in a bold move, pulled her close and kissed her. She blinked in surprise, but he merely shrugged. “Well, if we’re dating, I think it’s okay to take a few liberties, eh?”

Tracey chuckled, licking her lips. “Cute. Very cute. I said you were in charge in the bedroom,” she pointed out, “but I guess I can let it slide for now. Now come on,” she said, pushing him towards the bedroom. “You’re probably tired and achy from your injuries, so let’s get you off your feet. And I don’t know if you’ve eaten yet, but I’m starving—I was thinking of flying out and grabbing us Chinese...”

Jack grinned in response, letting her guide him. It felt nice, really. Having her here like this. “Chinese sounds wonderful, actually. Thanks.” As she headed back out, he couldn’t help but marvel at the way things had turned out. After Karen, he’d come to think that his kink was shameful, that his desires made him pitiful and pathetic. That there was something wrong deep inside him that was the problem, the reason why things between them had gone so wrong. But now, in this new light, he could see the truth: that he’d given her everything she wanted, everything she needed... but she’d refused to reciprocate, to satisfy his essential wants and needs.

Well, now I’ve found someone that gets me. Someone that knows about my weird kink and actually accepts and embraces it. He smiled at the thought. And hell, she’s the hottest heroine—no, the hottest WOMAN, on the goddamn planet, to me at least! I wouldn’t mind having her as my girlfriend.... and maybe exploring some of HER kinks as well. He sighed, yawning slightly, the pain meds finally kicking in, glancing up in surprise as the door opened, and Tracey returned, carrying several boxes of take-out. “Wha... wow! You’re back already? You’ve been gone like two, three minutes, tops!”

“Benefits of having a Super-girlfriend,” she replied with a smirk, setting up the food next to the bed.

“I hope you’ll take a raincheck on any ‘fun’ tonight... I’m not exactly in much shape for anything too strenuous,” he said, gesturing with his one good arm. But Tracey just shook her head.

“That’s fine. We can just it and talk, or watch TV until your meds knock you out. I wouldn’t want to hurt you again. We can wait until you’re feeling better.” She leaned forward, kissing him on his forehead. “Just relax, okay. We have time. I’m not going anywhere. Besides,” she replied with a wink, “you paid for the whole night. I intend to make sure you get your money’s worth.”