This was supposed to go up yesterday, and yesterday’s post was supposed to go up today. Oops.
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Beast Boy had known Raven for almost a decade now, and lived
in Titans Tower with her and the others almost as long. But even so, he’d never
been in her room. No one had!
How was he supposed to know the mirror wasn’t to be touched?
But the moment he picked it up, he found himself… somewhere else. Somewhere
very strange.
“Hi, Beast Boy!” said a voice behind him.
“Raven!” he cried out, relieved. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean
to do it!” He whirled to face her, and paused. “Uh… what are you wearing?”
“Mmm, you like it?” she asked, giving him a very strange
smile. “I think purple’s my color, don’t you?”
“You look good,” he agreed. She was standing very close to
him, and still smiling. “Um, Raven, uh…”
“I’m glad you’re here,” she said. “It means I can do this.”
Then she leaned in and kissed him.
Meanwhile, in the real world, Raven was feeling very odd.
She was trying to meditate, but she for some reason Beast Boy was in her head.
And not in the usual annoying way—the thoughts she was having of him were very
distracting, and she could feel herself getting turned on. She tried to keep
her concentration, but the image of herself and Beast Boy making out was
impossible to get out of her mind.
With a frustrated sigh, she unfolded from her
meditation pose and stripped down. She
was just going to have to get this itch out the old-fashioned way.
Inside her mind, Raven’s Passion was on her knees, bright
purple hood thrown back, Beast Boy’s cock in her mouth. “Oh God, Raven,” he
moaned, and she pulled off his dick with a pop just in time for him to cum all
over her face.
“Wow,” he said, panting, but she wasn’t done. She took him
in her mouth again, stroking his shaft and balls while her tongue worked the
head, until he was hard again.
“I want you,” she purred, looking up him with his cum still
on her face and in her hair. “I’ve always wanted you…” She gestured as she lay
back, and her black leotard evaporated, leaving her in just the bright purple
cloak that distinguished her from the real Raven and other emoticlones—not that
Beast Boy knew about that.
“Hells yeah!” Beast Boy shouted as he scrambled
down on top of Raven and positioned himself at the entrance. “Finally!” After
all these years, finally she was admitting what had always been there, and he
wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.
Raven—the real Raven–moaned as she played with herself. She
had no idea Beast Boy had unwittingly used her mirror to enter her mindscape or
that she felt the way she did because he was currently fucking the incarnation
of her lust in the mistaken belief that it was her. She just knew that she was
more turned on than she’d ever been, and until she came, she wasn’t going to be
able to meditate at all.
Both Ravens, in their separate realms, cried out in unison
as they came. Inside the mindscape, Raven’s Passion smiled lustily as Beast Boy
groaned and filled her with his spunk. Yes, he’d do nicely—and she’d finally be
free…
Phoebe stared blankly into the mirror. She felt so strange. It was hard to think, hard to focus, and yet somehow that felt incredibly good. Thoughts tumbled half-formed through her confused head, but slowly something like a plan emerged, or at least a series of needs that functioned like a plan.
She needed to buy new clothes. What she was wearing was… wrong.
The image of what she should like flashed through her head. Something about it was familiar… but no, that thought fluttered away, driven out by the intense awareness of how badly she needed to dye her hair.
And the glasses… the glasses were wrong too. But she needed them to see! Unless…
Yes… once she had the dye and the new clothes, she needed to get contacts. That place Velm–that place Tina got her new glasses from, she would go there. Everything would make sense once she looked right.
Testing the results was easy, just a matter of… persuading… a bankful of people to be utterly terrified. Supergirl soon arrived to help clear out the panicked people and find out what happened–and as soon as she arrived, I said one of the triggers I’d implanted in her.
Immediately, she stood at attention, her face going blank. Success! “Follow me, please,” I told her.
“Yes,” she replied in a soft, slightly mushy voice. This was going to be FUN…
Even before I developed my powers, I enjoyed stories of control.
Hypnosis, pheromones, all that stuff, but my favorites by far were
stories with eye-grabbing, mind-numbing spirals and sneaky subliminal
messages.
There are supervillains out there who use those. I’m not
entirely clear how; all my research suggests that, at least on their
own, they don’t work. My powers are different–neurological
manipulation, which in practice mostly means altering sensation and
emotion. Which is a lot of fun!
But I’ve always wondered if I
could make a spiral work. Which is how I ended up here, on yet another
parallel Earth. On this one Supergirl was a young professional, a
reporter of all things–they apparently still have newspapers on this
Earth!
Anyway, I sat in the lobby and felt for her mind. Finding a
stranger’s mind that way would normally be impossible, but she wasn’t a
stranger, exactly–I’d taken control of two alternate versions of her,
explored their brains thoroughly, so I could pick out her essential
Kara-ness. Then I sent her an email containing a link to a website I’d
set up.
Of course no one in their right mind would click a link to an unknown website emailed to them by a stranger… but Kara wasn’t entirely in her right mind anymore. I raised her curiosity until it was unbearable and her confidence to the point of arrogance. She clicked the link.
Which opened up a swirling spiral that, if my past experiments were anything to go by, might be distracting or make her slightly dizzy. Under normal circumstances, anyway–but that was the point of this little experiment. If I made her feel relaxed and fascinated, could I make her susceptible to the spiral? Could I put her in enough of a trance for the subliminals I’d hidden in the spiral to do their thing?
“I’m off to work, honey!” I told Ruby, dropping into her workroom to give her a kiss.
“Have a good day, Master! I’m working from home today… mmm…” She sighed happily as I caressed one of her massive breasts.
“Wearing my favorite shirt, I see.”
“Yes, Master,” she said breathily. “And it’s true. I’m yours. You created the woman I now am. Everything I do, everything I’ve become, comes from you. My career, my intelligence, my interests. You are my creator, my Master… my God.”
I glanced at the clock. There was a little time before I had to leave… “Then why don’t you get on your knees and worship?”
Ruby’s coworkers had gotten her into anime, it seemed, and she was determined to drag me to a convention. I could have said no, of course–could have ordered her to never watch anime again, for that matter–but she promised I would like her cosplay. She managed to keep it secret until we reached the hotel, but once I finally saw it, I had to agree it was precisely to my liking.
My work, I realized, was done. Ruby had new interests, new job, friends I could have a conversation with. The vapid beauty I’d enslaved was gone; in her place was a geek goddess, one whose interests overlapped but didn’t exactly match mine. Someone who would sit in my lap while we introduced one another to our favorite shows.
“Um. Hi. We, uh, met last night? At the party? I was the one who said hypnosis didn’t work, and then you… Oh good, you remember! You said to come back if I wanted to learn more, and, uh… well, I can’t stop thinking about it… I don’t know if you put something in my head or this is just some long-buried fantasy I didn’t know I had… but I want more. I’ve been trying to deny it all they, but I can’t. Please… take my mind again!”
Weeks later, I came home to find Ruby perched on a cabinet, waiting for me. I looked her up and down appreciatively. “How’d your interview go?”
“It went well, Master. I think I got the job!”
“Good girl. Now why don’t you come over here to take some dictation…”
Things were changing quickly. Ruby had moved beyond the love of games I’d programmed into her, and started researching how to program them herself. While I was out, she’d been spending time on indie game dev forums, talking, making connections, learning. She’d impressed the head of a small studio nearby–a man who had never seen her, meaning for the first time in her life she’d impressed someone with her brain alone–and he’d offered her to come in and interview for a position.
I had no doubt she’d gotten the job. Ruby used to be very, very good at getting men to do what she wanted, until I taught her how much more she enjoyed doing what I wanted. And with her new, genuine skills on top of that? No question it was hers.
When I’d started all this, I’d imagined hours upon hours of watching old science fiction TV shows while Ruby sat in my lap, her tits in my hands while she watched with rapt attention and listened and talked to me about what we were seeing. I had that now. But I’d accidentally unlocked something more. Inside that sweet, curvy body was a woman, creative, intelligent, maybe even brilliant.
It had seemed like such a brilliant plan. Find a sexy, beautiful woman, subject her to subliminals, and then fuck her brains out.
One flaw: Ruby was sexy, beautiful, and boring as hell. She was a selfish, lazy lover, we had no interests in common, there was just nothing there. The only thing going for her besides looks was that she was gullible enough to actually look when a man on the street held a cell phone in front of her face and said “Check this out!”
There had to be something I could do, some way of molding her behavior into something more entertaining. I could hold her attention with the subliminals, make her obey, but rote obedience wasn’t what I wanted.
The key would be feedback. Something she could interact with, so that she wouldn’t just be programmed, she would learn. So a few months of work, and I put together the game that would train her…
