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Just when you think you’re out…

Maid of Might Cosplay, photo by Johnny Porsche

(Originally posted as a $3/story exclusive to my Patreon on May 16, 2019. Check out the link for dozens of early-access photo captions and stories! As long as the Patreon stays over $100/story, I’ll post year-old captions here!)

She thought she was free. She’d been brainwashed, her memories erased, but then, in an act of power and will, had broken free and burned out the technology that held her body and mind in its grip.

But the Supreme Intelligence had more than one trick up its sleeve. If neuronic interfaces wouldn’t work, other techniques existed. A transmission, piggybacked onto a commercial broadcast, visible only to her enhanced eyes, and even then not consciously. Memories of service reawakened, old brainwashing reactivated, and coupled with pleasure so she would not push back against them again.

Before long, she was ready to report for direct brainwashing–willingly. There would be no resistance this time. No escape.

She would belong.

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Running out the clock

Karrigan Taylor

(Originally posted as a $2/story exclusive to my Patreon on March 31, 2019. Check out the link for dozens of early-access photo captions and stories! As long as the Patreon stays over $100/story, I’ll post year-old captions here!)

She was running out of time. Somewhere in this old house was the secret of what was happening to her, why her body had been changing since she entered, why it was getting harder and harder to think.

A reason, which she needed, needed because… well, it was a mystery, and she solved those, right? 

She thought so. It was getting hard to remember–hard to believe she’d ever been that smart.

She needed to hurry, needed to find a cure while she could still remember why she wanted to be cured!

Because it felt so very, very good to let her intelligence slip away, her body shift into something made for pleasure…

Karrigan Taylor

A noise made her turn, and her thoughts slipped away. She turned, and saw a stranger.

“Um…” she said, and giggled. “Do you remember why I’m here?”

Fortunately, they did, and were able to explain it to her–why she was there, and why she would not be leaving.

“Yay!”

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(Originally posted as a $3/story exclusive to my Patreon on April 28,
2017. Check out the link for dozens of early-access photo captions and
stories! We’ve dropped below the threshold for me to share these on Tumblr, so if we don’t get back up by the end of the month this stream goes away!)

“Behold your new master, mortal,” the sea-elf told the young human.

“No…” she moaned, trying to turn her head. But the song of the elves had drawn her to their home on the shore, worming its way into her mind, until she she her clothes and joined their dances. She had tasted the sweet salt skin of their former queen, who had whispered in her ear of their new master, the one who had taught them these songs.

She no longer had the strength to disobey, just as the queen no longer had the strength to disobey the one who rose from the depths and strode toward them. He had no power over the human girl, no hold on her mind… but she had surrendered to the queen hours before, and the queen belonged to him.

She would serve. As soon, would so many others…

–

Models: Helly von Valentine and Gliese-581 (Julia)

Photographer: Unknown

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(Originally posted as a $3/story exclusive to my Patreon on March 12,
2017. Check out the link for dozens of early-access photo captions and
stories!)

This is part of my Supers series of captions
 from my Tumblr. Read it from the beginning at that link; this post  marks
where in the story this caption goes.

“Master!” Ivy cooed when I
paid her a visit. Her usual leotard made of leaves rustled and then withdrew,
leaving just a few vines trailing over her luscious, naked body. 

“Nice,” I said. “I
didn’t know you could do that.” Mentally I noted her leotard was made of living
leaves she could control.

“How can I serve?” she
asked, voice sultry, posture clearly indicating exactly what kind of service
she was hoping to provide.

In response, I triggered a burst of
arousal and pleasure in her brain. “Oooh…” she sighed, squirming
deliciously and eyes half-closing as she savored the sensation. I pulled her to
me and ran my hands over her smooth green skin, triggering still more pleasure
and arousal as I did. Ivy melted against me, murmuring incoherently into my
skin as her lips sought my neck and her fingers found the buttons of my shirt.

The immunity to toxins she’d shared
with me conferred invulnerability to her pheromones as well, but Ivy had never
relied on pheromones alone to seduce her prey. Her fingers dancing over the
bare skin of my chest, her hips pressing against mine, the low, breathy moans
in my ear, they were all calculated to excite and arouse, to make me want her.
The only difference with me was that Ivy wasn’t doing it as a distraction or a
means of control, but genuine desire for me.

It worked. By the time she slid to
her knees, taking my pants and boxers with her, I was rock-hard. But I had been
working my magic, too, steadily increasing Ivy’s arousal, the sensitivity of
her skin, and her pleasure response. She was practically trembling as she
stroked and kissed my cock, her own control on the verge of breaking.

“Master…” she breathed.
“Fuck me…”

“Lie back, slave,” I
ordered, and she hastened to comply. As I slid into her, I raised her pleasure
and arousal to the verge of climax–and blocked it. With every thrust I wound
her tighter and higher, but blocked her from release.

Within moments her control was
broken. She clutched at me desperately, thrashing and moaning with each thrust,
panting feverishly, her hair flying and tangling as she tossed her head in the
throes of passion. 

“Who owns you?” I demanded
as I pounded her.

“You! Master!” she managed
to pant out.

“Who controls you?”

“Master!”

“What are you?”

“Your! Slave!”

I could see in her mind how much she
needed to cum, along with the knowledge that only I could make that
happen. She was helplessly, hopelessly, inescapably enslaved, and what’s more,
she knew it–and loved it. When I pulled out of her and brought my cock to her
face, she took it in her mouth eagerly, unable even to consider the idea of
disobeying, of placing her own pleasure over mine.

I rewarded her by mentally linking
the nerves of her mouth and cunt, so that as I facefucked her, she felt my cock
in her snatch as well. She clutched the sheets, tensing and squirming as she
surrendered to the impossible sensations, until at last I came down her throat
and released the block on her orgasm.

She screamed around my cock and then
collapsed. Half-conscious, as I left she was staring at the ceiling, still
shuddering in the aftershocks of pleasure, slowly murmuring my name over and
over: “Master…. master… master…”

–

Model: Iryna Stevens

Photographer: Jim Carter

Photo Manip by Mr-Mxyzptlk 

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2016. Check out the link for dozens of early-access photo captions and
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Mia had known for a long time that her best friend wanted to be more.
More than once, she’d caught the way Meg looked at her when she thought
Mia wasn’t looking. But Mia just didn’t swing that way, and Meg didn’t
press the issue.

Until now. They’d just been sitting there when Meg suddenly pounced on Mia. Mia had been about to shove her off when Meg did… something with her hands, under Mia’s clothes. Something that felt amazing.

Soon Mia was squirming under Meg, her clothes half off. Sometimes she half-heartedly tried to twist away or push Meg off, but Meg’s fingers danced over her body, Meg’s lips nibbled and sucked, and Mia just couldn’t quite bring herself to make it stop. Meg knew Mia’s body than any man she’d ever been with, playing her like a musical instrument, and it was getting harder and harder to care. Her pussy dripped with excitement, her hands itched to feel warm skin.

Then the door opened. Even that wasn’t enough to motivate Mia to push Meg away, but it caught her attention. She looked up to see a man entering the room.

“Who..?” she managed to get out, then gasped as Meg gently bit her ear.

“That’s the man who taught me how to do this,” Meg whispered.

“Yes,” said the man. “I had intended Meg to be just a quick plaything. I didn’t realize her, uh, orientation would make her such a challenge. Not that it would have mattered. I’m sure you’ve realized that incompatible orientation is no obstacle to this.”

Meg’s hand danced over Mia’s breast while the other held her hand, complicated patterns of squeezing and stroking that sent pulses of relaxation up her arm and into her brain. But it was Meg’s lips at her neck that made Mia groan out loud.

The man smiled. “Precisely. But still, a greater level of effort than I would normally put into a catch-and-release. But Meg proposed a different relation when she realized what I could do. Isn’t that right, apprentice?”

“Yes, Master,” said Meg. She whispered again into Mia’s ear. “I agreed to be his, and in exchange… I get you.”

“No,” Mia moaned desperately.

“Oh yes,” said the man. The bedsprings squeaked as they took his weight in addition to the two girls. “Meg has learned quickly, but I assure you, she’s nowhere near my skill level. You can’t hold out against both of us.”

Meg smiled happily. Serving her Master was a small price for being with the woman she loved. They would serve him together.

–

Models: Saerithi and FirehawkCosplay

Photographer: Makina Valross

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When they first put the headphones on her head, she’d fought and
struggled. They’d had to tie her down to keep her from taking them off,
and for hours she’d resisted the insidious whispers of subliminal
programming pouring into her ears.

In the end, however, she’d broken down and obeyed. They all did.

When they were done with her, they released her back into the wild, her memory wiped but her programming intact.

By the time she returned a week later, she’d died her hair, gotten contacts, changed her lipstick. And this time she wore the headphones gladly, sitting patiently while they reprogrammed her.

That was a year ago. Every weekend since, she’s left her job, her home, her friends, and come to a location burned into her subconscious, where she puts on the headphones, lets the programming once again take over her brain, and serves her Master.

By now, she doesn’t even notice that they don’t bother plugging in the headphones anymore…

–

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Ever since Ensign Peterson had come back from that away mission, he’d
been… more interesting. When he talked, something in his voice made
Lieutenant Cunningham realize what an important member of her team–the
third-shift xenobiologists–he was. She’d never realized before just how
good his ideas were.

Like when he’d told her to start shaving her pussy. She’d never seen a reason to do more than trim it occasionally, but when he explained the hygiene benefits, it made total sense. And of course when he told her a few minutes ago that she should show it to him, to confirm that she’d done it, that made sense too, and off came her skirt.

Then he told her that, as long as she was showing him her pussy, she should show him her breasts, too, and that made sense as well, so she hiked up her uniform tunic and let him see.

Now he was explaining that it didn’t make sense for her to be showing him her body like this unless she was attracted to him, and she realized that she was. In fact, he was right, she wanted him desperately. “But…” she said sadly, “we can’t. God, I want you so much, but I’m your direct superior, it’s against regs!”

He smiled. “But if you’re not responsible for your actions, it’s okay, isn’t it?” He took a step toward her. “If the harmonics in my voice, altered by the kryonite gas I accidentally inhaled on that planet, made everything I say sound appealing and clever, so that you had no choice but to accept it, you wouldn’t have a choice, would you? No one could blame you.”

“That’s… that’s true…” she admitted. He was so close now, standing between her spread legs, almost touching her. She was so wet, it was so hard to think…

“So surrender,” he said. “Simply obey, and the regs won’t matter anymore…”

And that made sense too.

–

Model: Penny Pax

Source: Hustler

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cosplayandgeekstuff:

Giu Hellsing Cosplay (Brazil) as Evil Supergirl.

Photos by: 

Lua Morales

(Continued from this post)

Evil Supergirl’s expression shifted slowly from challenge to a sly smile. “Maybe I could give you a reason to stick around?” she purred.

“Maybe you could,” I agreed, amping her desire and arousal higher and higher. “Why don’t you get on your knees for me?”

“Heh,” she said. “I’m the strongest, toughest, fastest girl on the planet. Why don’t you kneel for me?”

“You are all those things,” I replied. “So you’ve never tried being submissive. Never found out how pleasurable it can be.” I fed her curiosity, tied it to her arousal, twisting her emotions to serve my purpose.

Her smile widened as she sank slowly down. “You know what? It’s your lucky day. Just this once, I’ll give it a shot.”

Of course I’d make sure she enjoyed it far too much to ever refuse it again… I should have started with the Evil Supergirl, she was way easier than the good ones!

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“So,” said Kara number… god, I’ve lost count at this point. 27? 28?

Anyway. “So,” said the latest Kara, “mind control powers, huh? The Injustice League could certainly use someone like that, really cement our control of this world. The Martian Mindtaker and Dominatrix’ magic lasso can only do so much.”

I laughed. “I’m not here to join your little team. I’m just stopping for a visit, figured it might be fun to see what fucking an evil Supergirl is like.”

It was Kara’s turn to laugh. “What makes you think that’s happening, little man? I could snap you in half before you could blink.”

“True,” I agreed. “But thing is, you’re not a hero, are you? You haven’t spent your entire career holding back, practicing self-control, trying not to hurt anyone. You’ve got no practice in denying what you want… and over the course of this conversation you’ve been realizing how much you want me.”

“Well…” she admitted. “Okay. One quick fuck. But then you join us or die, those are the options.”

“Sure, sure,” I agreed, rapidly setting up option three…

(To be continued)

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itsboobafett:

It’s meeee 😀

(Continued from this post)

Thoroughly besotted with her younger counterpart, Power Girl knew she should focus on fighting me, but just found it so hard to concentrate while the younger Kara deployed the expert knowledge only someone who’d lived in her body could possess.

While that happened, I worked on whittling down her disgust and resistance toward me. I was the one who brought the two Karas together, after all, wasn’t I? She should appreciate what I did. Love what I did. Love what I do.

Before long, I had her where I wanted her, where she belonged–in my bed, happy and eager to please.

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