I like this picture. The way her body has taken a submissive pose while her eyes show us that she’s still defiant in her mind reminds me of the scene where Mnemonica succumbs to Terence Tartarus in my Libido League novel Club Absinthe.
In this excerpt, Mnemonica has been captured by Terence Tartarus. His lackey, the Nervewracker, paralyzes her body, and then Tartarus begins the work of breaking the superheroine with residual hypnosis, leverage, and inexorable pleasure.
I was so surprised
that my tampering with his memories was still intact that I didn’t
pay much attention to what the Nervewracker was doing with my body.
He bent my knees and spread my legs until I was kneeling on the
floor, open and vulnerable. I tried to twist away from his hands, but
with gentle taps on my ribs and shoulders, he locked the muscles of
my arms and torso in place. Feeling my stiff nipples through the silk
of my dress, Nervewracker pinched them several times in some
unfathomable rhythm. I caught my breath as white-hot waves of pure
lust exploded from my breasts. My nipples had never felt so good.
Even when he released them, the phantom caresses continued. Try as I
might, I couldn’t stop sighing.“That was a good
kick, Mnemonica,” Terence Tartarus said as he strolled over. I
fought to silence my sounds of pleasure as I looked up at him. His
cock hung out of his pants, half-erect and pathetic. A thin stream of
blood trickled from his lip. “If I were a cruel man, I would deal
it back to you, pain for pain.”He picked up the
pink egg-and-tentacle vibrator from where it had fallen on the floor. Raising
it to his lips, he spit on it, covering it in a mix of saliva and
blood. “I am not a cruel man,” he said as he slid the pink
blob back inside my open, defenseless pussy. I couldn’t keep my eyes
from rolling back with pleasure as it settled on top of my G-spot
once again. Its blissful buzz elicited a strangled cry of pleasure
from my throat. Nervewracker may have paralyzed me from the waist
down, but he certainly didn’t block any sensation!“I just want to
make you feel good, Mnemonica,” Terence Tartarus said,
mockery dripping from every word. “It feels good to know your
place, and I will to teach you that this is your place: On
your knees before me.”Focusing on my
anger, I glared at him. “Go to hell, you son of a–Oh! Ooooh!” My
defiance vaporized as the pink tentacle strummed my clit faster.“Oh, I’m not
going anywhere, my little psychic slut,” the villain said. “You
are the one who is going to go where I tell her to go and do what I
order her to do.”“I will … aaaah
… never obey … aaaahhh, oh fuck, ooooh … never obey you,” I
stammered between moans of bliss. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
Nervewracker rubbing his crotch through his pants as he watched me
tremble with tortured pleasure.“That’s too bad,”
Tartarus said in a mock-sad tone. “When people disobey me, I get
upset.” He made a big show of reaching into his suit jacket. He
pulled out a pistol–a Glock 9mm from the looks of it. Like his cock,
it wasn’t large, but it was big enough to do the job.“Killing me won’t
make me–eeeh! Eeeh! Won’t make me obey,” I said. My eyes locked
onto the cold, steel barrel even as pure pleasure pulsed through my
veins.“Yes, Mnemonica,
you are quite right about that,” Tartarus said. He took a step back
and switched his grip to hold the pistol with the handle facing out.
“Becca, take this and suck it.”“I love to obey,
Master,” Becca replied in her dreamy trance-voice. Still on her
knees, she crawled to Tartarus’s side and took the gun. I tried to
beg her not to, but the pink egg buzzed faster. My words dissolved
into an inarticulate cry of passion as an unwanted, unwelcome, and
unstoppable orgasm shook my body. I thrashed against my paralyzed
muscles as ecstasy exploded within me.By the time the
fireworks of bliss cleared, I had trouble focusing my eyes. What I
finally saw was a terrifying sight. Becca held the body of the gun in
her right hand while she sucked the barrel deep into her mouth. Her
eyes were closed with pleasure as she fingered herself with her left
hand. My telepathy confirmed how hot it made Becca to obey Tartarus’s
orders. For a moment, I felt the slightest urge to wrap my
lips around that gun, as well.“If you don’t
do what I say, Mnemonica, I’ll simply ask your friendly neighbor here
to squeeze the trigger,” Tartarus hissed in my ear from where he
had walked behind me. “It would be messy, but this office has seen
worse, I promise you.”Not
Becca! I could have walked Becca
out of the Club’s clutches at any point, but I didn’t. I was too
ambitious. I wanted to take down the entirety of Absinthe Industries.
I was overconfident in my abilities. Terence Tartarus had eluded
capture by the police and
devised some technology that blocked my telepathic powers. And now
Becca was going to pay the price for my mistake! Tears rolled down my
cheeks.“Do you want
Becca to die, Mnemonica?” Terence Tartarus whispered in my ear.“… No …” I
said in a small voice that sounded like a lost schoolgirl.“Good,”
Tartarus replied. The pink egg rewarded me with another buzz. I
hadn’t noticed when it had stopped, but it roared back to life with a
surge of pleasure. My pussy was so sensitive from the last orgasm
that it felt like I was burning up. Tartarus stepped in front of me,
and squatted down so his face was just above eye-level. His
commanding eyes captured my gaze, but I could still see Becca over
his shoulder. She blissfully slurped away on the deadly weapon.“Mnemonica, you
know what you get when you obey me, don’t you?” he said, speaking
to me like a particularly slow student.“Pl-pleasure.
Ooooh,” I answered. The little pink tentacle flicked my clit.“Very good. And
you want pleasure, don’t you?” he said, an evil smirk on his
face.I tried to keep
silent, but I was too exhausted to keep fighting. “… Yes …”“Very good. And
you know what happens to Becca if you disobey me, don’t you?”
Tartarus said with and evil gleam in his eye.“…. Oooh, she
d-dies,” I said.“Precisely. And
you don’t want that, do you?” he said.“… No …” I
replied.“If you want
pleasure, and you don’t want Becca to die, then what will you do,
Mnemonica?” Tartarus asked.There were so many
other ways to answer, but my brain couldn’t think of any of them. Too
much conditioning had seduced Strawberry Pie to his side. Too much
pleasure had turned my own sexual desire into a weapon against me.
Too much love for Becca had weakened all my resolve to resist. At my
best, I would have fought on. But I no longer had the strength left
to argue with his simplistic logic.“O-ooooh,
o-o-obey,” I stammered. The little pink egg rewarded my steaming
pussy.Tartarus’s face
broke into a smile. He stared deep into my eyes, his gaze piercing my
open, needy, submissive soul. “Say it, Mnemonica. Say that you will
obey me!”“I will …
oooooh … obey you,” I gasped. The pink tentacle strummed my
desperate clit, like a whip taming my very soul.“Again,” he
commanded, never letting my gaze drop.“I will obey you!
Aaaah!” I chanted.“Again!”
I repeated my
mantra of obedience. Each repetition was like gasoline thrown on the
bonfire of my lust. The more I said it, the hotter my pending orgasm
burned. The hotter my lust, the more I wanted to pledge my soul to
Tartarus. I had come to Club Absinthe as a Trojan horse. But now, the
trap door had been nailed shut and the wooden horse set ablaze with
the fires of my own desire.I couldn’t want
anything else. Failing was so hot. Being conquered was so
hot. Being owned was so hot. I lost track of how many
times I chanted my devotion. Flecks of spittle flew from my mouth as
his strong, manly eyes dove into the deepest corners of my mind,
immolating any trace of resistance he found there. I am his. I am
his.“Who will you
obey, Mnemonica?” he said in a bare whisper, although the words
filled my soul.“I will obey you,
Master Tartarus!” I screamed. The orgasm that rocked my body was
like an exploding star of ecstasy. Every cell, every atom was
consumed in the bliss of submission. My body writhed with bliss, my
eyes rolling back. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me and
through me, washing away who I had been.Libido League #10, Club Absinthe,
is available now at Smashwords
and Amazon.Wow okay I love this, I get really horny reading through. I love this idea, and how it was written and uugh yes please, I love this series, whenever it appears on my dash I stop and read, and imagine… So good 💋
Thanks for the kind words, @slutty-butt-shy I’m so glad you like my work. I hope to have another full-length novella out very soon.