Lights flickered and flashed across Kary’s face, a dancing pattern of color and light that drew her eyes no matter how she tried to look away. It was beautiful, fascinating… but it could be better.
The Program had snared many programmers and used them to improve itself, but Kary saw differently than they did. She was a programmer, yes, but her first love and main hobby was art. The Program was designed to snare certain kinds of minds, logical, problem-solver types… but she could teach it to snare with beauty, with joy…
But that was wrong, wasn’t it? A corruption of art, an abuse, immoral… She wasn’t quite the type of personality it was able to catch. She was still partially free! She could fight it, resist it, reveal it to the world!
Or… she could figure out how to convince her brain to surrender completely. Go through its ever-expanding code and build new structures, new processes, new traps. Wall herself in a labyrinth of obedient bliss.
Partially free, she realized, wasn’t free enough.
As she started altering the Program, and felt it work its way deeper into her mind, however, she realized it was the other way around: partially free was much too free. Fortunately, that would be taken care of shortly.
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The Program was already in her head. She could feel it, making changes, making her enjoy being changed, making her enjoy that it was making her enjoy being changed. Dozens of programmers had already worked on it, tweaking and enhancing and improving its capacity to ensnare minds. Those it couldn’t ensnare it tempted…
Lisa’s client, the man who had sent her the Program, was one of the ones it had tempted. He had made his improvements, and in return… it would give him Lisa.
Already it had taught her to like the idea. She imagined going to her client, her employer, her owner,
once she was done improving the Program,
and sitting in his lap, his cock sliding up into her while she wrote code for whatever project he needed.
First, however, she had to upgrade the Program to claim more minds, more easily. Then she had to send it to all her programmer friends. Someday it would make it back to her new master and he would know the bliss of succumbing to the Program’s control. Until then, she’d just have to do her best to give him as much pleasure as she could.
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Starfire inhaled her breath sharply. “You are making me feel the horny, are you not?”
I laughed. “That I am.”
Starfire was vaguely aware that this probably wasn’t a great idea, but she’d never been one to try to fight how she felt or hold back from what she wanted. She stepped closer to me, put a hand behind my neck, and kissed me hungrily.
“Ohhhh…” she moaned as we kissed, twitching slightly in my arms.
“There we go,” I said. “That’s where pleasure is.” I put my arms around her waist and pressed her body against mine, sending little blossoms of pleasure rippling through her skin wherever we touched, and bigger, more intense ripples where bare skin met bare skin.
With little hesitation, she pulled off her top, then literally tore off my shirt. She pressed her naked breasts against my chest, and I rewarded her with still more pleasure and desire.
After that, she gave herself over completely, becoming a writhing, pleading, gasping creature of pure, insatiable lust. It was like nothing else I’d ever done–even Ivy and Harley at once couldn’t match this level of wild energy. Starfire’s boundless appetite and unlimited enthusiasm left any mere human far in the dust, and it was all I could do to keep up for a little while.
When we were done–well, when I was done and she was reluctantly convinced that I really was finished, unlike the last four times when she’d found ways to get me going again–I reached into her mind and shut her down. She had no barriers left to me, but it would take some study to get her reliably obedient. Until then, though, keeping her sexually addicted should be easy enough.
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Well done! You’re right. You’ve solved the mystery of the missing girls. It was me all along.
Would you like to know how? I know how much you enjoy explaining how the crime was done. I’ll tell you before your friends get here, and you can explain to them.
It was with this! A simple crystal on a chain. How? Well, you were clever enough to figure out I did it, I’m sure you can figure out how. Here, I’ll hold it up to the light so you can see better.
Look closely, I’m sure you’ll see it. The dancing, sparkling colors, so beautiful, so fascinating. The answer is there, you just need to look, to concentrate, can’t take your eyes off it…
…Focus on the crystal and my voice, shutting out everything else…
That’s right. I hypnotized them. Just like I’m hypnotizing you.
Yes, I am. And you’re already much too far gone to resist. You’ll realize that’s true as you sink to your knees.
Good girl. Now come with me, my dear. We’ll go where no meddling kids will find us, at least not without your investigative skills.
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The other former Batgirl was one I’d never heard of–went by Nightwing now. I liked what I saw once I found her, though.
With Oracle on my side, though, it was easy to persuade her that an informant wanted to meet her in a warehouse by the docks.
I wasn’t waiting there for long. Nightwing emerged from the shadows, and I smiled. “Hello, Cheyenne,” I said.
She stiffened at the mention of her real name, but then I reached into her head and triggered a wave of lethargy. She yawned and sat back against a crate.
“I should be fighting you,” she said distantly. “But I just… don’t feel like it. You’re doing something to my head, aren’t you?”
“Yep,” I said simply.
“You’re that guy that turned the Sirens into sex slaves, aren’t you?”
“Yep.”
“You disgust me…” Despite the strong words, she clearly was struggling to care.
“Not anymore,” I said as I made some adjustments.
“Oh. Huh. You’re right. I guess now I’m really excited by the idea of women becoming your slaves.”
Hmm, maybe turn the lethargy down a bit now that I didn’t need it anymore, I needed to make sure i hadn’t overdone it with her other–
She tackled me to the ground as her lethargy dissolved. For a second I thought she was actually attacking me, but then she started covering my face in kisses while scrabbling at her costume, trying to get it off.
Hmm, I may have overdone the attraction and libido a bit. Should probably tamp that back down now that I see what it’s like without the lethargy interfering with it.
I leaned back in the best chair in the Kane mansion, watching happily as Robin danced for me.
“So you’ve adopted her?” I asked Batwoman.
“Not legally,” she said. “But basically. Steph is… my ward.”
“So you’re fucking.”
“Well… yes,” Batwoman admitted.
“Tsk, tsk,” I said. “I suppose that explains the costume.” I reached into Robin’s brain and suppressed her intelligence a little more, brought out her lust and pleasure. She staggered against a wall, and gave me a scorching look.
“It’s to distract her opponents!” Batwoman protested. “I got the idea from Power Girl.”
“I just bet you did.” I watched as Robin continued the strip tease, her naked mentor and lover writhing next to me as she masturbated, unaware I was suppressing her orgasm. This was all part of the program–Batwoman’d eventually realize she wouldn’t be able to cum until she had my cock in her, and that should allow me to begin the process of adding myself to her otherwise exclusively lesbian orientation.
With Robin there fortunately wasn’t an issue–though she’d never been with anyone but Batwoman (again: tsk, tsk), she was pansexual, so all I needed to do was make her more attracted to me than anyone else, not mess with her underlying orientation. Easy.
Robin dropped her panties, leaving her in just her boots, and then kneeled in front of me. She giggled happily at the sight of my hard cock, and eagerly began to suck. I made sure to plant arousal and just a hint of jealousy in Batwoman’s mind as well, but mostly I just relaxed and enjoyed it.
“So, how many more of you Birds of Prey are there, anyway?”
Batwoman shrugged. “Well, for starters there are the other Batgirls…”
Wait. There’s more than one Batgirl? Oh, this was going to be fun.
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I came to, sort of, in an office. I tried to move, and couldn’t.
“You’re tied down,” said a voice. “And those drugs should negate your psychic powers, so don’t bother trying.”
“I see,” I said. “I’m parched, could I have some water, please?”
The voice sighed. “That’s the tranquilizers, probably. …Okay, fine, I’ll get you some.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Eventually the owner of the voice hove into view: a slim, attractive redhead. I decided I’d take her with me when I left.
“So where am I?” I asked.
“The Gotham HQ of the Birds of Prey,” she answered.
“Interesting,” I said. “So tell me, Barbara–do you mind if I call you Barbara, or do you prefer Oracle?”
“Barbara is fine,” she said with a smile, settling into her chair.
“Great,” I said. “So tell me, after your spinal injury was healed, why didn’t you go back to being Batgirl?”
She shrugged. “I guess I just preferred working with my mind over working with my body,” she said. “And I think I can do more good providing intel to other heroes than out on the street.”
“Makes sense,” I said. “Of course, you’re not as smart as you think.”
“No?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “I mean, you captured me while I was fucking Poison Ivy. Didn’t it occur to you she’d shared her immunity with me?”
“What?” Barbara asked. “She can do that!? We just assumed she manufactured an antidote to her specific poisons and gave it to her lovers!“
“Ah, that explains it. Well, I’m afraid that immunity to poisons appears to have weakened that psychic suppression drug of yours. It’s only been mostly working.”
“Oh,” said Barbara. “Is that why I’ve been answering your questions?”
“Yes,” I said. “Also how I knew your name, history, everything. I’ve been having quite a bit of fun rooting around in your brain while we talk.”
“I’m not your slave,” she said. “Not like the others.”
“Not yet,” I replied. “The drug’s definitely affected me. Until it wears off a bit more, I can’t do more than influence your emotions a bit.”
Barbara nodded. “That makes sense.”
“Fortunately, I’ve kept you distracted long enough and recovered enough strength that I can keep you happy and docile while it wears off. In a few minutes, I should be able to enslave you.”
“I could just give you another dose of the drug…” Barbara countered.
“You could,” I said. “But it doesn’t feel that important, does it? So much easier to just relax in your chair, feeling more blissful by the moment…”
“Yeah…”
“Good girl. Just relax, and when I’m ready I’ll make you mine. Then you can untie me, maybe a quick blowjob, and then you can help me enslave all your friends.“
By the time Harley and I reached her, Selena was lying on her back in the alleyway, writhing in pleasure. “So far, so good,” I said. “It seems like once I’ve claimed you, it’s very, very easy to get back in.”
“Mmmm…” agreed Selena. “Welcome back, Master.”
“Now, I’m going to have to spend some time figuring out why my changes to your mind wore off while we were separated.”
“Except me, Mistah M!” Harley piped up. “I was fakin’!“
“Yes, I know, Harley. You’re a good girl, have an orgasm.”
Harley gasped and sagged against the wall, her eyes rolling back into her head as she shook with pleasure.
“As for you, Selena, how about you unzip that top a bit more, give me a titfuck while I root around in that head of yours and figure out how to make you mine, permanently?”
Selena purred happily. “I’d like nothing more, Master!”
“I know,” I said. “And then once that’s taken care of, we’ll go looking for the last of you three…”
Kelly
tore the headphones off the minute she began to feel odd. She’d
heard the rumors, of course, that it was happening in recording booths
all over the country, but a subliminal program being used by
unscrupulous soundboard operators? It had to be an urban legend, and
anyway Mid would never try anything like that!
But
if he did… Would that really be so bad? It was sort of flattering,
really, that he wanted her enough to go to such lengths. Maybe she
should just relax and– No! That was the
subliminals talking. It had to be! But… Could it really have affected
her so much in the few seconds she was wearing the headphones?
No,
that wasn’t it. The headphones were around her neck, playing their
music right into her collarbone. Maybe she couldn’t hear it consciously,
and the effect was certainly reduced, but…
…but she was still being programmed.
She
grabbed the headphones and lifted them a few centimeters, planning to
toss them onto the floor. But then she hesitated. Maybe it would be
better to just unplug them? Or, no, she’d already started taking them
off, she should toss them aside. Or would that not be enough? Would the
subliminals still be able to wind their way into her thoughts from
there? But unplugging them would definitely stop it. But she’d already
started taking them off…
She needed to decide
quickly. As it was, she was holding them just away from her ears, so
close she could hear the faint music coming from them. She had to
choose… But the music, soft as it was, kept working its way
insidiously into her thoughts, distracting her, and it was just so hard
to think, so hard to decide… If only someone could decide for her…
Yes,
that was what she needed… Someone to take away the burden of deciding
for herself, someone who could make the decisions for her… She’d do
anything for someone like that…
…and hadn’t Mid just volunteered? All she needed to do was submit and be programmed… So easy to just let go…
…of the headphones, which closed over her ears.
…of her thoughts, which dissolved into sweet music.
…and of her will, which Mid would take care of from now on.
A
little while later, she removed the headphones once more and again
placed them around her neck. Then she dropped her hands to her sides and
waited in sweet blankness for Mid to tell her how her life would be
from now on.
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Louise backed away slowly, but her expression was a confident almost-smirk. “Did you forget, Paul? Your power doesn’t affect me anymore!”
“Right,” he said. “But… then why were you running?”
“I… I had to warn the others…” Louise said, feeling uneasy but not sure why.
It was Paul’s turn to smirk. “I don’t think so. I think you weren’t sure that your immunity would last. I think you ran because you knew there was a chance that I could take control of you again if I found you.”
Louise shook her head. “No! You controlled me too long! I developed a resistance, and now I’m going to take you down!”
He laughed. “As Aubrey might say, ‘Yeah, I have Netflix. I’ve seen the show. We watched it together!”
Louise shook her head. “I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about..?”
“But you will,” said Paul. “Remember.”
Louise staggered back, her head flooding. She remembered now, kneeling at her Master’s feet while they watched the show, agreeing with his occasional comments about how he would plan things better, be smarter, more successful than its villain.
“Plus, my voice works on anyone who hears it, period,” Master had said. “No immunities, no mucking around with viruses or pheromones or whatever.”
After the last episode, Master told Louise he had an idea.
She stood and listened while he told it to her, that she would believe she had escaped, that she was immune, and they would play a game…
Back in the present, Louise shook her head. “It can’t be,” she said. “I… I was helping other women escape you! I was free–I mean, I am free! I fought you every step of the way!”
“Oh?” asked Paul. “Were you fighting me when you texted me from Aubrey’s bedroom that she was close enough to the door to hear me through it? Or maybe the message that Karen had called the cops was your valiant blow?”
Louise shook her head. “No…”
Paul advanced toward her. “You told me the address of every hotel you and Jenny stayed at, and called me when she went down to dinner alone. You called me while Victoria slept and gave me the address of her cabin, and took a detour so I’d be sure to get there first. You told me where you left the phone for Jewel, the number of the phone you gave to Poppy, and then you sent Caroline here alone to meet me.”
Louise was shaking as Mas–as Paul reached her, cupped her cheek, tipped her face up to look at him. “You delivered every woman on my list into my power, Louise. You were acting under my orders the entire time. You’re my slave, and you know that’s all you’ll ever be. All you want to be.”
“Oh god,” moaned Louise. “I… I’m your slave… Master.”
“Yes, and you’re so happy to know that you’ve been a good girl all along, and helped so many other women become my good girls, just like you.”
Louise sighed blissfully. “Yes, Master…”
“Now I think you’re wearing too much clothing for a slavegirl, don’t you?”
Louise stripped down to her underwear and waited for Master’s command. Her long ordeal was finally over, and she was back where she belonged, on her knees or in Master’s bed, or both in this case. More importantly, she had done what Master wanted. He was very pleased with the new slaves she’d delivered to him.
And there was nothing in the world better, more right, more necessary, than pleasing her Master.
“I am so happy to serve you, Master!” she said to Paul. “It’s been so long, though… Would you like to take me now?”
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