The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Ella felt positively... enchanted.

Indeed, basking in the post-orgasmic glow of her new Mistress’ love, she couldn’t help but feel anything but giddy. When she’d clocked in at work a few hours earlier, she’d had no idea her day would turn out to be so glorious. A shy girl from a small town, she’d been utterly blown away by the sheer number of hot sexy girls residing in this city. Her college campus alone seemed to have an unreasonable number of attractive people her own age. That alone had been part of the reason for her shyness; her modest C-cups seemed practically tiny when the smallest breast size among her peers was a Double-D. Add in their perfect faces, hair, teeth, and skin, and she found herself wondering more than once if she was really on a college campus, or if she’d somehow crossed over into the Twilight Zone.

Even more unbelievable, she soon found herself in the company of even more fantastically beautiful and sexy, not to mention truly powerful women. Her new Mistress had apparently ensnared and enslaved several of the city’s superheroines, each of which was an incredible beauty unto themselves. It was only later after she’d feasted on the sweet nectar of the adorable blonde vixen that had accompanied her Mistress to the food court, that she’d revealed herself to be none other than Luminaire, the Light of Justice, one of River City’s most beloved heroines!

Katie had simply giggled, a move that Ella couldn’t help but notice caused her expansive chest to jiggle enticingly. “Thanks for the compliment. It’s always nice to meet a fan! But don’t sell yourself short, Ella. You’re just as hot and sexy as the rest of us!”

“She’s right, sweetie,” Jessica chimed in, caressing Ella’s bare thigh lightly with her toes. “Mistress Sabrina chose you just as she chose all of us. And our Goddess is never wrong! If you’re with us, it’s because Mistress wanted you here.“

That alone had gone a long way to improving her self-esteem. As Mistress Sabrina’s newest loyal and loving slave, she believed the truth of their words. Mistress was always right. Mistress was perfect and infallible. And if Mistress had chosen her to be there, to serve and worship her as the divine Goddess that she was, then it was because she was worthy. And as she spent more time with the other slaves, getting to know them, she slowly began to come out of her shell.

She even revealed to them the truth about her own meta-human cold powers. Still a bit nervous, she nevertheless demonstrated her ability to emit freezing cold. Not sure that such an ability would ever be useful for her beloved Mistress when compared to a psychic ninja, a technopath, a living microwave, an invisible assassin, and Omega Girl herself, she nevertheless found herself buoyed with praise and encouragement.

“That is a truly wonderful surprise, sweetie,” Her Goddess, Sabrina told her in surprised delight, causing her to blush heavily. “Really! I mean, I chose you just because you were so damn cute and sexy... like a sweet, shy, sexy, little pixie. But this,” she said, gesturing to the thin layer of ice and snow the girl had created in her wake. “This is truly impressive. Obviously, I had no idea that you were a Super. I’m sure you’ll be a big help to me.”

“Oh, um, well, I don’t think it’s THAT impressive, Mistress,” she answered, staring down at her feet shyly. “I can only really create snow by freezing water droplets in the air. I can’t focus my cold enough to create actual ice.” She sighed, shaking her head. “I mean... I never even really thought about using my powers before. I never wanted to be a hero or anything. Making things cold... not really much of an ability, unless your air conditioner breaks down on you...”

“Nonsense,” Sabrina said sharply, causing her to glance up. “Listen to me very carefully, slave. You are more powerful than you realize. You can do much more with your powers than you know... you just haven’t had the need or desire to do so before now.” She smirked. “Ella Rutherford is a sweet, shy, and demure girl... a very cute and spunky little pixie. But your Mistress demands more of you. I require a more confident you... a sexy, sassy, self-assured you, one that believes in herself and her abilities. And I mean more than just your ice powers,” she added, leaning forward to give the stunned blonde a deep sensuous kiss.

Ella’s mind was awhirl with new thoughts. Mistress... doesn’t want... shy demure girl any... mmooorre, she thought dimly, eyes rolling back in pleasure from the kiss and her Goddess’ touch. Wants confident. Strong. Self-assured. Believes in... herself. Sexy. Sassy. Wants it. Needs it. Mistress demands... demands... and her slave... obeys... I... Oh, God... I muusstt... obey!

Sighing softly, literally swaying on her feet as Sabrina broke the kiss, the pixie cut blonde shook her head idly before looking up at her with a smile. “Ooohhh! That was, like, totally hhaawt!” she tittered softly, eyes glinting, as she licked her lips. “Sheesh, Mistress,” she said, surprising the redhead as she moved suddenly, pressing herself against her owner, hard nipples kissing against her own. “A few more kisses like that, and you’ll, like, totally melt me along with my snow!”

Before she could react, Ella made a move, hands slipping around to caress and squeeze Sabrina’s shapely ass. Eliciting a gasp of surprise from the redhead.

Taking advantage of her open mouth, Ella then initiated a kiss of her own, her tongue deftly caressing her Mistress’ in an impromptu wrestling match. When the kiss broke this time, it was Sabrina who was dazed and giddy, her breath visible when she exhaled.

OMG... talk about taking my words to heart, she thought, caught off guard. And that’s more than just acting, or playing up to impress me. She’s literally like another person... She mused silently, as she was gently but firmly pushed back to lay on the bed, her now confident and self-assured seductress dropping to the floor to begin a slow, deliberate, and sensual assault on her, kissing her toes before making her way upwards. I really should remember to be a bit more careful with my words when I give my slaves actual commands... And then that clever, chilled little tongue reached her clit, and all further musings vanished for a time...

“...should be ready to go anytime, Mistress,” Morgan Cross’s voice came through the line. “Everything looks better than new! The construction crew even added on to the house, giving you a large playroom and several more bedrooms.”

Parker Albinn scoffed, rolling his eyes as he listened in. It annoyed him to no end that they were all talking so casually about moving back into their home, and the additions making it larger to accommodate all of the brainwashed slaves they had taken, including his own wife! His hands were clenched tightly, and he had to remind himself to stay calm and breathe... just as he had for the past several days of survalience against Cinema and her brainwashed minions. Patience, old bean, he told himself silently, gritting his teeth as the sound of laughter filled his ears. We’ll fix this all somehow. Gene is almost done with his plan. It’s only a matter of time before we’re ready to stop lurking in the shadows and come out into the light again...

“Good... now as for the ‘other thing’ we discussed,” Sabrina’s voice replied, causing Parker to perk up. This was something new, and it was likely just what he had been waiting for. Along with tracking their movements, Gene had requested as much intel about Sabrina’s overall plans as they could provide. Parker’s sonic powers were useful in that regard, allowing him to eavesdrop from more than a hundred feet away outside their house. So far he’d only picked up a few hints here and there, but finally, it seemed that they were ready to talk about their main strategy.

BWWEERERERERERERERIINNNGG!!

“AAAAAHHHHHH!” Parker yelled, drawing back, covering his ears, cursing loudly for several seconds. His partner, Solo, glanced back at him in concern.

“You okay, Sir? What happened?”

“Urrrghh... sonic backlash,” Parker replied, his ears still ringing. “Some kind of... defensive tactic no doubt... my own sonic powers just got reflected back at me. I can’t hear anything coming from their house now—it’s like they put up a goddamn cone of silence or something.” He grunted, gesturing. “Get us out of here, Solo... drive. DRIVE!”

Solo blinked. “Cone... of silence?” he asked as he drove the unmarked van out of the neighborhood, heading back to their meeting site.

Parker sighed. “It’s from Get Smart, the old 60’s TV show. Or, in your case, the fairly decent movie remake a few years ago.” He sighed shaking his head at the black-clad agent’s blank look. “And of course, you’ve seen neither. Geez... I really hate it when I date myself with these references.”

Solo merely chuckled. “Frankly, Sir, I wouldn’t mind ‘dating’ you myself. You’re remarkably fit for a man your age.”

Which only caused Parker to sigh again. “Thanks for the compliment. But as I already told you, I like women. Sorry, you can play for the home team all you like Solo, just don’t expect me to switch sides... even if my wife is currently holed up with the enemy.”

Solo chuckled. “Well, you know the saying... don’t mock it til you’ve tried it. Besides, your wife’s a ‘switch hitter’ isn’t she? I’m just sayin’... What’s good for the goose...?”

Back at the Cross residence, two figures stepped out from their hiding spots on the lawn, one concealed so perfectly in the shadows of the trees as to appear invisible, while the second simply appeared, having actually BEEN invisible. “Looks like we’re all clear Mistress,” Ghost Girl spoke into her cell phone. “Seems like Frasier’s little surveillance unit left as soon as Techna’s new defense screen was switched on.”

Shinobi nodded in agreement. “As I told you, my Goddess, I knew it was most likely Parker in there. Eavesdropping from a distance is his usual M.O. after all. I’d say the new sonic screens are a success. Looks like we’ll be able to talk freely at home now without fear of being listened in on.”

“Perfect, girls,” Sabrina replied. “Excellent work. You’ve both done very well. I’ll definitely have to reward you both, later. Now, can you put my mother back on?”

“Of course, Goddess,” Veronica replied, switching off her phone. She glanced at her partner, Rose, who looked down at her feet, sighing. “Something wrong, Rose?”

“Ye... er, I mean, no,” she said, sighing deeply. “It’s... nothing, Really.”

Roni walked over to her sister slave, placing an arm around her neck gently. “Now, now, Rose. I can tell there’s something wrong. If you tell me what’s bothering you, maybe I can help.” The younger heroine stiffened, hands clenching tight, looking for a moment as if she were going to rebuff her, before sighing again, and acquiescing.

“Okay. It’s... nothing you or the others should really be concerned about,” she said quietly. “I’m just... I’m an avid smoker, okay?” she said, finally raising her head. “I mean, like two packs a day, on a good day. I know, I know... dirty habit and all that. But considering my past and my, uh... other issues, latching onto nicotine was definitely the least self-destructive vice I could pick!”

Roni nodded, understanding. “But you haven’t smoked at all since you became Mistress’ slave, have you?”

Rose shook her head. “No. And really, it’s been fine... for the most part. I don’t NEED to smoke! I have Mistress in my life now and she’s all I need. But my stinkin’ fucked up BODY is craving it so much I feel like I am going to go out of my mind! I mean, sometimes I feel like I need to just... fucking scream!!”

“Has Mistress commanded you not to smoke?” Roni asked.

“No, no, she hasn’t,” Rose admitted. “But it doesn’t matter. She wants her slaves to be happy and healthy... and I doubt she’d look kindly on me cutting my life short with every fuckin’ puff, or worse, smoking around the others, especially Goddess herself!” She glared down at her feet again. “I just... need to get over it that’s all. Mind over matter, right? I’ve dealt with worse addictions, I’m sure I can deal with this one as well. I certainly have the best reason to this time! Pleasing and serving our Goddess is ALL that matters to me now!”

To her surprise, Roni lifted her chin, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. “You sweet, silly girl,” she said grinning. “I know Eugene had you working as one of his mercenary soldiers, and that you were a real loner, but have you been on your own so much that you’ve forgotten how to reach out to those closest to you? Don’t you know how much we all love you, especially our Goddess?” At her confused expression, Roni kissed her again. “In case you’ve forgotten, sweetie, I’m a psychic. And so is Eva. And although since becoming our Goddess’s slaves and her power now protecting our minds, we can’t simply go inside your mind and turn off your craving cold turkey, I can give you a bit of help,” she said, placing a glowing hand lightly against Rose’s forehead. “I can repress your body’s reaction, tamp down on the withdrawal symptoms, and make it more manageable, just... like... that.” She opened her eyes, glancing at Rose, whose mouth was agape in stunned surprise. “So... any better? Can you tell the diff—UUMMPHH!!”

Her words were cut off as the former mercenary grabbed her, pulling her into a strong and truly heartfelt embrace, kissing the psychic ninja deeply and lovingly. Breaking the kiss, she stared up at the ninja, smiling. “Oh yeah. I can tell the difference. It’s like night and day compared to what I was dealing with. Thank you, sister,” she said, squeezing her again. “Really. You have no idea! I... I wouldn’t dare have bothered Mistress with something like this... and I was more than prepared to just suffer in silence, to weather the storm until it cleared. But... well...” she trailed off, shyly.

“Don’t worry about it, Sister,” Roni told her, mussing her hair gently. “I was glad to do it. You’re one of us, after all. And helping you, making you happy, is the same as helping Mistress. So, from now on, please let me or Eva know if you have any more problems like this... or, well, anything. Okay?”

Rose nodded. “Okay, Sister. I promise. From now on, no more secrets...” Smiling as she kissed Roni again, Rose took her by the waist as they went back into the house.

Sabrina let out a loud sigh, reclining in her chair, simply enjoying the moment. Before her, the view of the city at night shone brightly from her panoramic penthouse view. She smiled wistfully at that; the repairs to her home were all done, and she’d be returning to that normal crowded view once again. Still, as much fun and as enjoyable as it had been spending time in such fancy living arrangements, she was looking forward to returning to her home once more. Or rather, my ‘new and improved’ home, I suppose I should say, she mused silently. I let Lacie handle the renovations, and she mentioned how she and Megan wanted to make some rather... interesting improvements, like the advanced security system and sonic barrier, as well as an additional wing for all of my slaves. A good idea that last part. It was actually rather amazing—before all of this, Sabrina would have never imagined she would be in a position where she would be anywhere, and definitely not her own home, with a bunch of naked, beautiful women, all horny and obedient to her slightest whim, and she’d actually be more comfortable simply sitting in a room by herself.

Not that she was tired of her lovely slaves by any means! She and Lacie had just spent a very enjoyable and vigorous session together fucking, though thankfully not so much that they needed to replace the furniture... again. And she’d be snuggling against her powerful slave’s deliciously warm body still, just basking in their wondrous lovemaking, had Lacie not suddenly stiffened, saying that she needed to leave on ‘goddess business’, quickly departing for the Philippines. She’d actually been a little skeptical at first, until she’d switched on the news, watching in disbelief and amazement as Lac... Omega Girl showed up in the sky above the coastline being battered by a deadly cyclone as she literally calmed the storm. It was a rather... sobering lesson. As powerful as she was, even able to physically go toe to toe with her lovely obedient thrall, she was, honestly, still nowhere near Omega Girl’s league in terms of sheer power. Of course, the number of people in the world powerful enough to actually change the weather was a very small number to begin with. “So, a question for the ages,” Sabrina mused out loud, “who IS more powerful? The woman who can stop a cyclone or the woman who can force her to her knees?”

Which brought her back to now, to this moment of quiet introspection. Things had gone quickly over the past several days. Eva and the others had insisted—well, as close as a group of submissive, brainwashed and obedient slaves utterly devoted to their Goddess could come to insisting—that she train, practice and improve her understanding of, and more importantly, control of all of her incredible powers. True, she’d been doing exactly that before all of the current chaos anyway, trying to finally ascertain the limits of her abilities. Now, however, things had a sense of urgency to them, with the knowledge that Eugene Frasier and his people were scheming in the background, just waiting for the chance to attack. It was... unnerving. Thinking about it logically, her position was the strongest. She had the most powerful Supers in the city, hell, in the country, if not on the planet, on her side. She had an insight into her opponent, his resources, and techniques, even his way of thinking. She knew just what he was capable of. In nearly every conceivable way, in a contest between them, she should crush Frasier and his little group completely.

And yet, I have to take the threat seriously, she argued to herself. He’s already proven himself to be extremely smart and resourceful. And if Lacie is right, he’s devised strategies and tactics to take down every Super he has ever crossed paths with. And he was even cold-blooded enough to offer up three of his own friends to be enslaved, just to gather information about me. That makes him truly committed and dangerous. As much as I’d like to think we can handle anything he throws at us, I can’t help but suspect that he’ll end up blindsiding us somehow with something I haven’t thought of and won’t see coming... after all, he has been doing this a hell of a lot longer than I have!

“Mistress?”

Sabrina glanced up, a small smile creasing her lips at the image before her eyes. Karen Summers stood before her, totally naked aside from her collar and a pair of white gloves, holding her silver four-piece Braganti coffee and tea set with the teapot, sugar bowl, one cup, and saucer. Her eyes immediately fell to her bare feet. “I truly hope I’m not disturbing you, my most divine Goddess,” she said humbly, taking a single step forward. “I thought perhaps you might enjoy a cup of your favorite tea.”

“Yes, actually, that sounds wonderful,” she replied, taking the cup, sipping briskly. “Mmmm... very nice. You can leave the tray,” she said, gesturing to the small end table. Nodding, Karen carefully placed the tray, then turned, slowly backing away, heading towards the door. Sabrina closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh. “One moment, slave,” she called out just before she closed the door. Karen stood there, eyes wide, biting her lip, waiting for instructions. Sabrina grunted, slightly impatient. “Well, what are you waiting for? Don’t just stand there like a damn statue, come here!”

“Ye...Yes, my Goddess! Of course! Please forgive me!!” Karen yelped, hurrying back and throwing herself to the floor, pressing her forehead to the carpet, before kissing the young girl’s bare toes. Sabrina couldn’t help but giggle at the almost... fearful display of total submission and servitude, as well as notice the... bliss the older woman felt at something as simple as being allowed to worship at her feet shining evidently on her face. A simple thing, perhaps, but also a telling one...

Sabrina closed her eyes, remembering... remembering the anger, the rage, and the sheer... frustration she’d felt as she thought back to the day she’d been exposed to the world, and more importantly, to the police. She still couldn’t believe how quickly she had found herself branded a damn supervillain. And it was ALL due to the woman now groveling at her feet, her and her recklessly charging into a situation without understanding what was going on. Returning to the hotel afterward, she’d been so pissed, so ready to tear the stupid bitch apart with her bare hands that she’d left the room, commanding Lacie and the others to watch her, while she and Eva went into the master bedroom to be alone. As always, the lovely blonde psychic proved her value in calming her Goddess down as only she could, soothing her with her love and devotion, bringing her off to a slow, gentle, relaxing orgasm. Afterward, holding her, Eva bravely broached the subject that was obviously foremost on her owner’s mind.

“Mistress... we have to find a way for you to expel all of this anger,” she’d told her gently. “Even if I could, I don’t need to read your mind to know how angry and upset you are. Obviously, none of this was what you planned! Certainly NOT what you wanted!! You’ve been exposed, and made a target... worse, there is every chance that other Supers will try and follow suit, and try to act in a misguided attempt to rescue Karen and the rest of us as well.”

She’d sighed then, closing her eyes briefly. “But Mistress... it’s not actually as bad as you think. I mean, we all knew this might happen sooner or later. And we can fix this. I can use my powers to erase what happened from the minds of the police and the general population.” She winced slightly, looking back up at Sabrina. “It will take... a lot of effort, and it will take more than a few attempts to get everyone with knowledge of what happened. But I know I can do this for you. I WILL do this for you! So please... please, try and... forgive... Karen?”

Sabrina had turned away from her then, still fuming. “Forgive Her?! FORGIVE... HER!?! Eva, How can even you... possibly ask me that?!” she snapped, wincing as Eva instantly slipped off the bed and fell to her knees, head bowed, in fear that she’d upset her Goddess. “Now, now... it’s okay, my pet... it’s not YOU that I’m upset with. And... you’re right. I know you’re right. But... I can’t just brush this all aside either, that... Bitch has to fucking pay for what she’s done! For the trouble she’s caused. Eugene Frasier was already after us. Now, every Super in River City will be looking for me. So, yes, my pet, she needs to pay! And I mean she needs to fucking pay BIG!!”

“Yes... you’re right, Mistress,” Eva said slowly, thinking. “So... you make her pay. You... punish her. Humiliate her. Truly break her spirit. Force her to... to do the most... humiliating, the most... disgusting thing you can imagine and have the rest of us watch.” Slowly, an almost... evil smile formed on her Mistress’s face.

“My dear, sweet Eva, you are a... genius! God, no wonder you’re my favorite slave!” Sabrina crowed, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss. “You’re right! And I know just what to do! There’s one thing that I’ve been curious about... one sex act that, honestly, I’ve been rather... squeamish about doing, or having any of you do for me—”

“But Mistress,” Eva protested, “you know we would all happily do literally ANYTHING you asked of us!! Anything at all to...”

“Yes, yes, I know my pet,” Sabrina replied, caressing her face idly. “But really it was more a question of my own reluctance than yours or the others. But with... her, with Karen,” she said harshly, “I’ll definitely make an exception! Ooh yes, this is perfect! I can satisfy my curiosity, mark one more sex act off my list AND punish that stupid cunt all at the same time!”

And so she had. Moments later, with Eva in step right behind her, she returned to the main room, ordered everyone to attention, demanding they watch carefully. Afterward, she’d stripped naked, and moved to the center of the room, dropping down on all fours. “Karen Summers,” she said imperiously. “Because of you, my life has been turned upside down. My precious slaves are now in jeopardy, and law enforcement and probably every single badged Super in this city will be breathing down my neck! Coming after me! All because of you! You... Oh, God!! You don’t even understand what you’ve done, do you, you stupid bitch?! You think you’re all that? Well, you’re... not! You are nothing! No, fuck that! You’re less than nothing! You’re absolutely worthless... You are a pathetic excuse for a slave,” she said, smiling in satisfaction as the blonde visibly quivered and trembled, tears streaming down her face, shaking in agony at the literal, physical torture of her Goddess’s harsh words coursing thru her body and mind obvious on Karen’s face. “But I will give you a chance—one... chance to redeem yourself. You will pleasure me,” she said, wiggling her ass lightly, “you will bring me off using nothing but your tongue. Do this and do a good job... and I might actually consider NOT discarding you like the piece of trash you are!”

Karen crumpled inside, feeling utterly hollow. Since her conversion, she’d lived in absolute horror over her mistake, of the shameful act of attacking her beloved Mistress. Her living Goddess! She knew she deserved only scorn and ridicule, deserved only to be abused and mistreated. She had, as Mistress pointed out, endangered them all. Yes, she’d thought at the time that she was doing the right thing... but only now, with her eyes opened to the truth, did she realize just how royally she’d fucked up. Sobbing silently, she crawled forward, reaching around to touch her Mistress’ hips, only to be shoved back.

“Stop right there!” Sabrina growled, glaring back at her. “I didn’t say you could touch me, you stupid slut! No... you’re not worthy to touch me... not my hips, my breasts, or my feet.... and definitely not my pussy. That’s reserved for loving, obedient, and trusted slaves!” She scooted backward, inching her supple ass slowly towards the surprised heroine’s face. “No, slut... the only part of me you are allowed to touch... is my ass. I want a rim job... stick your fucking tongue deep in my hole and bring me off! And God help you if you fuck even THIS simple task up!”

Whimpering, Karen had instantly submitted, doing as she was bid. It was... uncomfortable. Unpleasant. There was a distinct musky taste to her flesh back there. But most of all, it was humiliating. All of the other girls watching her, most of whom she knew very well, they had been her dear, close friends after all, now silently staring at her in utter contempt. All the while, her beloved Mistress merely sighed as if bored. Her words ringing in her ears, she redoubled her efforts, licking and swirling her tongue with every technique she could muster. And though she had never performed the act before, desperation made her creative and enthusiastic.

For her part, Sabrina still wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about this. There was, of course, the thrill and pleasure she felt at utterly dominating the once oh so powerful superheroine that she had so easily turned into this broken, pitiful little slut that had caused her so much trouble. That was undeniable. The act itself was somewhat less... pleasurable. A lesbian since her sexual awakening, she hadn’t engaged in anal, nor had she ever had any desire to, until now. She was definitely sensitive back there... and definitely starting to respond... but the whole idea and concept just made her feel strange. Certainly not her first choice of sexual positions. “Mmmm... huhhmm...” she breathed, relaxing a bit, shuddering. Yes, she was VERY sensitive there... and worthless slut that she was, at least she was actually pretty adept when she focused. Against her will, Sabrina found herself grinding back into her, pressing that devilish tongue deeper and deeper into her. If she played with her clitty at the same time, a few careful strokes would definitely put her over the edge. But no... this was Karen’s test. She would have to earn it. And after several long drawn-out minutes, she finally did.

“Good. Very nice, slut,” she’d sneered down at her, catching her breath. “It seems that you CAN be useful when you try.” She gestured to the side as Lacie and Eva stepped forward, both wearing strap-ons. “And now, it’s time for your ‘reward’,” she said, as both women stepped forward. Karen whimpered softly as they got into position, neither woman saying a word as they smoothly inserted their phalluses into her willing holes. Within seconds the blonde heroine was spit-roasted, her mouth and ass stretched wide, fucked brutally by her fellow slaves, while their Mistress watched impassively. Shame, humiliation, and sadness flooded her very being. The only bright spots in all of this was the fact that she was providing sexual pleasure for her slave sisters, and amusement for her Mistress.

For he part, Sabrina felt her satisfaction at the girl’s punishment waning. Her anger was, for the most part, sated. But at her core, she was not a cruel and sadistic person. It was one thing to dominate and control those around her, to have their attention focused on her and her pleasure. It was another thing entirely to hurt and abuse her girls for no reason other than her own pleasure. And watching the blonde bitch that had caused her so much trouble suffering before her, while cathartic, was beginning to feel hollow and unfulfilling...

“Mistress?”

Sabina blinked, broken out of her thoughts. “Sorry, did you say something, slave?”

“Your tea,” Karen replied, gesturing to the silver cup still clutched in her hand. “It’s gotten cold. Would you... allow me to freshen it for you, my Goddess?” Sabrina nodded, and Karen extended a gloved hand. The liquid in the cup began to bubble, and soon enough, steam issued forth again. Sabrina laughed to herself as she watched this famous, powerful, former superheroine she had reduced to nothing more than a timid cup warmer.

“Mmmm... thank you. It’s rather handy having a living microwave in my harem,” she mused aloud. Karen nodded, the smallest of smiles appearing on her lips. “You know, slave,” she continued, crossing her lips as she sipped, “ I was just thinking about the past. Specifically, I was thinking about you... and the way you nearly wrecked everything by exposing me to the world,” She held up a hand, forestalling the plethora of tears and apologies that were about to issue forth. “Yes, yes, I know. And really... I’ve put that behind me. I worked through my anger, and believe me, you more than paid the price,” she added, causing Karen to blush heatedly. “I hate to admit this but... I have more than a few... character flaws of my own. I’m arrogant... prideful... a bit of a know-it-all... and I’d definitely say I have some anger management... issues.” She sighed, placing her empty cup back on the tray. “What I’m saying is, I’m... I’m not... perfect. We all make mistakes... and so, Karen... I... forgive you for the mistake you made.”

“M-mistress? Really?!!” the older blonde breathed, not daring to even hope these words were true. “You... you really forgive me? You... you won’t... t-toss me aside.. throw me away?! Oh my Goddess, THANK YOU!! Thank You!! I swear I will prove myself to you! I will be the perfect slave for you! I... I will do ANYTHING you command!! Goddess, please!! Just allow me to stay, to... to serve you!”

Sabrina shook her head, reaching over and caressing the trembling heroine kneeling before her, sighing softly as the tears began to fall again. “Yes, I know you will. In fact, I never really intended to send you away. I merely used that threat to make you suffer while I was punishing you.” She sighed. “But... I realize now that I went beyond just punishing you for your mistake. I was VERY mad, and thinking about it now, I don’t know if I didn’t realize it or I simply didn’t care, but, I admit I was being.. cruel. And... for that, I... apologize.”

Karen stared at her, mouth agape in shock. Gently, Sabrina took her by the chin, lifting her face to her own. And then, softly, gently, kissed her, giggling as Karen responded, all her pent-up love and desire for her Goddess released as she dared wrap her arms around her, kissing and kissing as if she never wanted to let go. Finally, Sabrina was forced to push her away before they both passed out from lack of oxygen.

“That.., my pet, was my way of saying ‘Thank you’,” she said after a moment.

“Uh, th-thank you?” Karen asked, confused. “Mistress... You were right, I’m... nothing! ! I’m just a stupid, pathetic cunt! I’m nothing but a worthless piece of trash! There is no need to thank me for anyth—”

“Stop right there,” Sabrina commanded, causing the blonde to fall silent. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she felt a slight headache coming on. I should have expected that. It’s my own fault... I knew that my slaves imprinted VERY strongly on my words, that I can change their entire outlook and psyche if I’m careless. I pushed this woman down so hard in my anger, I broke her so completely that she still thinks of herself as truly worthless. I need to fix that... give her back her confidence and self-respect... Turning back to face Karen, she sighed. “Do you remember when Eugene Frasier’s little attack squad ambushed us outside the restaurant a few weeks ago?” Karen nodded. “It was a really bad situation. I was caught completely off guard. And my mother...” she said, trailing off. “When that explosion knocked us for a loop, she got hit pretty hard. I had no idea what was happening, what we’d been attacked with, or how she was. I sent her and Lacie back here to the hotel for safekeeping, while Katie and I faced our attackers.“

Karen nodded, listening raptly. She’d been back here, of course, merely skulking in the background, cleaning and straightening things up. Serving her sisters. Doing anything she could. Desperate to be useful. As her Goddess had commanded, she was totally naked except for the collar her Goddess had placed around her neck. Her Goddess had made it very clear. She was only property! She was NOT one of Mistress’s beloved slaves! Despite all the time she’d spent with Mistress’s harem, she still wasn’t considered a true part of it yet.

She did recall, however, when Lacie returned with Morgan, the poor woman was pale, sweating, dazed and stunned. Moaning softly, Morgan looked like she was going to hurl any moment. Like the others, she’d been desperate to know what was happening, and if their Mistress was okay. Lacie and Eva had argued fiercely over Lacie having left their Mistress back at the restaurant, getting into such a heated shouting match over the phone that even she had heard it.

“And, well, you know how that ended,” Sabrina replied softly, still running her fingers lightly through Karen’s long, blonde locks. “I captured three beautiful, new slave girls, and Eugene Frasier went back home, tail firmly planted between his legs. But it had been a pretty close thing. If Eva and Megan hadn’t shown up when they did...” She shook her head. “But that’s not really my point right now. All that time, during the fight and afterward, my thoughts were on only one thing: my mother. Was she okay? Was she.. hurt? What do I do? Should I take her to the hospital? At the time, I might have looked calm on the outside, but inside, I was a fucking wreck.” She smiled then, caressing Karen’s cheek.

“And then... I return to find my mother sitting up, lucid, and feeling fine, except for a slight headache. And you, Karen, were the one that had taken care of her, literally nursing her back to health.”

Karen’s blush returned with a vengeance. “Oh! Uh, um, n-no, Mistress... it wasn’t like that... really,” she said, shaking her head. “I, um... had started on the medical track during college and had some experience nursing before I changed and went into business administration, instead. I just... checked a few things, specifically, her pulse and heart rate. Once she woke up, I checked her responses and reflexes, just to make sure she wasn’t concussed, and just gave her some Tylenol for the headache and a cold compress for the swelling.” She bowed her head shyly. “It... it wasn’t anything special, my Goddess...”

“Wrong,” Sabrina said firmly, causing her to gasp. “This is my MOTHER we’re talking about!! She’s the most important person in my life! And without being told, without anyone prompting you, you stepped up and tended to her... you helped her recover and tended to her injuries.” She looked the blonde square in the eye. “I want you to listen to me very carefully, slave. You are NOT worthless! You are NOT a piece of trash! You, Karen Summers, are now one of my beloved and cherished slaves. Yes, you royally fucked up! You made me angry. Very angry! And, good or bad, I vented all of that anger on you. But that does not change the fact that you are now my loving, obedient, and more than worthy slave.”

“I... I... Ooh, thank you, my Goddess...!!” Karen managed, choked up, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Sabrina nodded softly, pouring herself another cup of tea. It was all true. Despite her original misgivings towards her, Lacie, Veronica, Bethany, and Rose, ALL of whom had attacked her, she had finally forgiven and accepted all of them. Restoring Karen’s sense of self-worth was something she should have done long before. But now, with everything definitely coming to a head, with Eugene Frasier actively hunting her, she couldn’t afford to be so cavalier with her servants. She was going to need all of them standing with her and working together to come through these upcoming trials victorious. And that train of thought brought her back to her newest inductee, her cute, sexy, spunky, little Snow Bunny. Something told her that the girl would definitely become important to her in the coming events.

Smiling hungrily, she licked her lips as she breathed deep, closed her eyes, and pictured it again in her mind. She and Ella had been alone in her bedroom a few days ago. Ella was wearing only a sheer, black lace teddy, matching sheer panties, and her purple collar as she danced for her owner. Out of breath, she had slowly and seductively crawled up the large bed toward Sabrina. Both women giggled like school girls as Ella kissed her way up her Mistress’s body. Taking her by the wrists, the lightly perfumed, sweet-smelling slave held her owner down as she kissed her, first on the chin, then both cheeks. As Ella whispered in her ear, Sabrina simply relaxed and allowed her slave to take charge. “Just relax, my Goddess. Let your newest pet show you why I now call myself... Snow Bunny!” Kissing her way down her body until she reached her goal, Ella then used her ice power to blow a cold, gentle stream of air directly at her Mistress’s sopping wet slit. “Snow Bunny? Why Snoooo... ooohhhggooodd, mmmm... nnnggggghhhhh!! Ooohh Yyeeessss, Sssnnnoooowww Buuunnnyy it is!!! Ooohh God, that’s a goood Buunn... nnnyyy!!” Sabrina came so hard and so many times that night that she was the one begging for mercy.

A new Super, she thought to herself as she came back to the moment, one that managed to slip under Frasier’s radar. Not a hero, or a villain, just a normal girl with powers, like me. He definitely won’t be expecting her! So, he can’t be prepared for her. And something tells me that using the unexpected will be the key to taking down Frasier once and for all!

Breathing deeply as she looked down at the beautiful and sexy Karen Summers that was so desperate to serve and satisfy her, and meeting her gaze, Sabrina smiled as she set her teacup back on the tray, leaned back in her chair, slid her panties off and spread her legs. “Now then, my eager slave, I think it’s time you and I started making up for the time we’ve lost not being together, don’t you?”

Karen can’t believe her turn of fortune. Tears in her eyes as she quickly moves into place and takes hold of her hips, she looks up into her Goddess’s eyes. “Truly, Goddess? You want m-me to...”

Laughing at her slave’s surprise, Sabrina takes her by her head and shoves her face between her legs. “Eat me, slave. Make your Goddess cum!”

Experiencing nothing less than the single happiest moment of her life, Karen buries her tongue in her Goddess’ pussy, desperate to bring her the greatest pleasure and satisfaction possible!