“Gentleman, I’m proud to show you Absinthe Industries’ next generation of Compliance Jewelry!” said Terence Tartarus to his assembled customers, villains and tyrants from the world over.
“If you doubt the effectiveness of the product, just take a closer look at our model. Some of you have been put behind bars by the supposedly-indominable mind of the psychic Mnemonica. But look what a bit of Compliance Jewelry does to the troublesome do-gooder. When she first stepped into this room, Mnemonica threatened to fry my brain with her powers. Now … well, let’s ask her. Slave! Who are you?”
The woman turned to Tartarus, her eyes downcast. “This slave is Master Tartarus’s property.” Her voice was husky with arousal.
“Of course you are,” Tartarus said with a grin. “And what do you want to do to me?”
“This slave exists to please you in every way you desire,” the former heroine said, ending with an orgasmic yelp.
“Gentlemen, shall we start the bidding for a bracelet at twelve million?”
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Terence Tartarus brainwashes a Mnemonica in
Libido League #10, Club Absinthe,
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