The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“So, which one are we doing?” Magaret “Maggie” Smith asked her husband as he got ready for work.

“I don’t know,” Jason “Vanish” “Van” Smith said as he pulled on his cheap dress shirt.

The house was on the small side, but still two stories. The second floor had two bedrooms, but the couple only slept in one, the other being Maggie’s office. It could have felt cozy with the framed prints on the walls, decorative dried plants in the corners, and plush carpet. The coolness between the pair seemed to drown out all other feelings.

“I’m leaning towards divorce, but I’m also hoping for therapy,” Van said clipping his gun in its holster under his arm. “Let me have until after work to decide.”

“Fine,” Maggie said resigned. “I promised you that it’d be your choice.”

“I know,” Van said not wanting to start another argument. Inwardly he was thinking, ‘so you could put all the blame for whatever happens on me.’

“By the way,” Maggie said as Van was getting his stuff together to leave. “I’m going out drinking with the girls tonight.”

“Got it,” Van said going down to the kitchen on the first floor.

“So, if I’m not here when you get home, you know where I’m at,” Maggie stated.

“Bowling or painting?” Van asked getting his coffee in a metal air tight thermos.

“Probably painting, we haven’t decided,” Maggie said with a sad sound in her voice.

Just before Van was going out the side door to the garage he stopped. He turned to his wife with a sad smile of his own. They’d been married for five years, later in life than most, and both had changed. She was still youthful looking with a smooth oval face. Her blonde hair was still in natural curls, despite the gray strands that had started to intertwine. Her blue eyes were still just as captivating, where the crow’s feet that had started to be noticeable felt more like arrows to them. She’d exercised nearly every day to keep her body slim and trim, even if her breasts had shrunk and what was there had gotten a touch saggy. Van still couldn’t get a good night’s sleep if she wasn’t with him in bed.

Maggie wished, just for an instant that he would grab her, throw her up against the wall, and ravish her. She’d never told him about her fantasy that he’d come home from work, and rip her clothes off before taking her bent over any furniture close by. He was still tall, still slim, and still ruggedly handsome. He just looks more distinguished as his face lost the baby softness due to time. His hair was still cut into a crew cut like when he was in the army, and the blond strands did a good job hiding the gray that was coming in. If he was more ready to share with her what he wanted, she’d probably not have strayed.

“Call me if something comes up,” Van said and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Maggie never told him how she’d always get a little heat between her legs when he would give her short small quick kisses, anywhere on her body. That day was no different, but Van never seemed to notice. He went out to the door to their one and a half car garage. It was good it was this size to accommodate Maggie’s sedan and Van’s motorcycle. Van slipped on his leather jacket over his cheap suit jacket, and pulled on his whole head helmet. He looked back at Maggie, and gave her a thumbs up. She gave a weak smile and a thumbs up back at him. With the push of a button the garage door opened, and the man was off on his amazingly quiet motorcycle.

Maggie sighed as she watched the garage door close. She got a reusable bottle from the kitchen cabinet, filled it with water, and then headed for the basement, and their home exercise equipment. She’d spend the next half hour on the treill and maybe move something with pullies, working her body, to keep it fit and trim for a man that didn’t seem to care about her.

Van got to the police precinct with plenty of time to spare. He got to his desk and started looking through reports and emails. He only got halfway through things when it was time for roll call. Everyone filed into the large room where the chief would get reports, hand out assignments, and hear any concerns. It was a way to share information, and find out what everyone else was doing. It was also a way to force supers to associate with normal people.

Numbers varied, but it was thought ten percent of the population had some kind of power. Most of the time that power was useless. Making cat hair float if you’re looking at it, is not useful. Knowing the pH of a drink when you’re tasting it, is not useful. Being able to float two millimeters off the ground is not useful, and dangerous. Of the ten percent of the population with powers, one in ten got something useful. Flight, strength, mental powers, and things science works hard to explain away the impossible are often on the list.

Van can do the impossible. He was able to turn himself invisible. Hence the name Vanish, which people shortened. Not only could he turn himself invisible, but anything he touched could turn invisible too, but his range was only about two meters. This meant that Van could turn himself invisible, if he had ahold of someone, that person could be invisible. His motorcycle could be invisible, and that’s why he had one and not a car. This made Van a super cop, and that meant he had to deal with super related crime.

“Van,” the chief said. He was tall, broad, and had many characteristics of a gorilla. “Shop owner 1183 Slate Crack Street, says some super guy didn’t pay for something, check it out.”

Van nodded as he wrote down the relevant information in his notepad. He’d look up the report when he got back to his desk. Later, at his desk, and after finishing his emails and reports Van got around to his latest assignment. Some man named Herman Manning claimed a supervillain named Red Wire bought some EM coil thing, but there were insufficient funds in the after the part was delivered. Herman had no intention of taking on a supervillain, so he called the cops.

The store at 1183 Slate Crack Street looked shady. It was the kind of place where things could be sold with no questions. Herman Manning was just as shady, and clearly didn’t like talking, in person, to a cop, let alone a super cop. The one thing Herman was, was efficient and had pictures of all his high-priced stuff, including the EM coil wire thing. It didn’t take long to get an official report, which Van had Herman write, sign, and Van took a picture of to get a warrant. It seems Red Wire had the part delivered, and thus had an address. The part being valued at over a thousand dollars meant that Van now had a reason for a warrant to search Red Wire’s residence, and arrest him if he was found to have possession of the EM coil wire thing.

The place Red Wire had the part shipped to was a boarded up former bathroom accessory store. There was no sign of life at the front of the seemingly empty building, but the place had multiple structural walls and display walls inside, and it looked like there was a large space in back. Van walked around the building, the sky had turned overcast and the air felt heavy. As Van walked around to the back of the building he felt his phone buzz. The warrant had gone through. Van smiled as he went up to the tan side of the building. He put his finger to the painted brick, and a small hole seemed to appear. Van had made a small part of the wall invisible so he could see inside.

Whatever he was expecting to see, it wasn’t a naked woman tied up to a thick wooden chair. The woman’s back was to Van, but he could see the ropes holding her hands behind her back, and looped around the bottom of the thick wooden chair. Her ankles were also tied to the legs of the chair with her legs crossed so she couldn’t get any leverage. She also had a red blindfold on. The chair was seated between two large s that looked like the things stores used at their doors to check for RFID tags on high priced merchandise. Perched above the s was the EM coil that Herman had shown Van a picture of. Further on was Red Wire, fiddling with a laptop.

Red Wire had the shape of an apple, and Van couldn’t get out of his mind that he could have been Red Apple. He was rotund, and his belt would have stretched beyond his height. Dressed in a very tight tee-shirt, and pants that had to be special ordered, the man looked like he would need serious medical help with his weight problem. His face was also red to the point of being pathologically concerning. Van almost hoped he would have a heart attack right then, and save him some trouble. What it looked like Red Wire was doing was probably monologuing to the woman. It appeared to be a very animated monologue with arm gestures, head turning, spittle flying, and quite dramatic. The woman tied to the chair started to struggle then. Something Red Wire had said, which Van couldn’t hear since he could make things invisible, but not opaque to sound, made the woman start to fight, in a way that concerned Van.

Van called in to dispatch to get SWAT and maybe a hostage negotiator to the scene. He was concerned that something was going to happen to the woman if he didn’t act right then. Thankfully, since he was a super, and Red Wire had a genius level intelligence making him a super too, Van had justification to burst in like the TV shows.

Van found a back door to the place, and was about to kick it in, but then tried the latch, and the door swung open on oiled hinges. As soon as Van was in the building, he made himself invisible and could hear voices that he quickly crept towards.

“You brought this upon yourself,” Red Wire was saying from a sagging and small folding chair before a makeshift desk of wood and crates. “I had to do all this, because you wouldn’t do one thing.”

Van crept around a display wall to see Red Wire tapping into a very basic looking computer program on the laptop. There were wires and cables going from the equipment around the woman, to a bank of what looked like transformers, and then a black box that looked homemade with a single switch on top, and finally the laptop. There was a hum, and buzz in the air from electricity charging up. There was terror in the woman’s frantic struggling, and a look of glee on Red Wire’s face. Not only was the woman blindfolded but there was a ball-gag in her mouth to keep her from talking, or more likely screaming.

Van didn’t know what was going on, but he was sure he had to stop it. Being invisible was great for sneaking up on someone, but not so great taking them down. Van also didn’t know what was going to happen, but knew he couldn’t wait for backup.

Red Wire reached over, slowly and dramatically, to the black box and the single switch on top. “I wish I could see your eyes,” Red Wire wheezed. Then he flipped the switch. The woman’s struggling froze. Her whole body froze. Red Wire went back to his laptop and pressed a virtual button. There was an increased hum of electricity. Red Wire cracked his knuckles, dramatically. Van had pulled out his sidearm. He was still invisible, so he walked around to where Red Wire would have to see him when Van revealed himself.

Two things happened at the same time. Red Wire pressed a virtual button on his laptop. Van dropped his invisibility. With his shiny black nine-millimeter semi-automatic pistol in his two hands the super cop shouted, “Freeze, police, you’re under arrest!”

Red Wire’s eyes went wide and he started saying, “No, no, no, no. Fuck, now I’m going to have to reset her.”

The action happened in a second. Red Wire looked like he was reaching for something in one of the crates of the makeshift desk. Van dove at the supervillain. The cheap folding chair Red Wire was sitting on collapsed under the two super powered people and they both rolled on the dirty floor. Red Wire rolled better. Van got on his feet quickly and pointed his pistol at the villain’s head.

“Move one inch and I’ll consider it a threat and shoot you!” Van yelled.

“Fuck,” Red Wire wheezed out. “Oh shit, turn off the machine. Quick, before you totally fry her brain!”

Van went over to the laptop. There was a big red box on the laptop screen with the black words ‘stop’ in the middle. Van moved the curser over to the box and clicked the button. The buzzing stopped. The naked blindfolded woman slumped into the chair. Van had a moment of relaxation, until he saw Red Wire rolling over, and reaching out to behind one display wall. Van shot him. Not in the head or the middle, but a nine-millimeter copper jacketed bullet went into the man’s enormous left butt cheek.

Later the internal affairs investigation would show the shooting was justified. Red Wire had been reaching for a laser gun that would have killed Van if used.

Van checked on the woman, and she was unconscious, but alive. Red Wire was screaming in agony. Two minutes later help arrived, mostly to have more voices to tell Red Wire to shut up, and an ambulance, or flatbed, was on its way.

The ambulance showed up not long after, and the male and female EMTs went to work, more answering questions than actually doing anything. Yes, Red Wire was shot. Yes, Red Wire was bleeding. Yes, the bullet would need to be removed. No, they had no intention of doing so in the field. A second ambulance, for heftier super patients, was called for Red Wire. The male and female EMTs started to do what they could for the woman, who was still unconscious.

Clearing the building, searching for other contraband, a number of unknown types of equipment was cataloged and secured, reports, and pictures took up the next two hours. An ambulance for super people that involved larger doors, a stronger suspension, and Wide Load signs took Red Wire away. People around the building didn’t even know someone was in the building, let alone a D-list supervillain. In the building, multiple weapons were found hidden in all manner of places. Most of the weapons were unlabeled and their use unknown, so everyone cleared the building until the bomb squad could search and handle any possible weapons.

“She’s awake,” the female EMT told Van jogging up to him. “When we moved her, she seemed to wake up, but she’s completely unresponsive.”

“No ID or anything?” Van asked.

The pair walked back to the ambulance as the woman shook her head. “We didn’t find anything, clothes, ID, even shoes,” the medical woman in her navy-blue jumpsuit said. “I don’t know what happened to her, but we should get her to the hospital so they can do a real brain scan. The portable one we have only showed she’s not brain dead.”

Van finally got a good look at the woman as they rounded the door to the ambulance. She had Asian features, with large dark eyes. Her hair was black and straight, and cut just short enough to barely be put into a pony tail. She had a blanket over her shoulders to hide her nudity, but the blanket was open to show her cleavage from breasts that had to be implants given how perky they were, but they were not overly large for her body. Her legs and middle were toned to the point of fitness model level. Van would have put her age at late twenties, but given her slack face and blank eyes, he wasn’t confident in that assessment.

“So, she hasn’t said anything?” Van asked the male EMT.

At this the woman’s eyes went wide and she gasped. Her dark eyes went from blank to intense and she focused squarely on Van. She moved, of her own accord as she dropped to her knees on the road before Van, leaving the blanket behind. She bowed deeply before a very confused super cop. In a voice that echoed off the asphalt the woman said in an eager tone, “Master, I am yours to command!”

Van looked from one EMT to the other. All three looked concerned and confused. “Okay,” Van said muddled. “How about you stand up, cover up, and tell us your name.”

The woman all but jumped up with a small smile, and glazed eyes. She pulled the blanket over her body, which did little to hide her impressive legs. Then she spoke, “You have yet to give me a name, Master.”

Van frowned. This caused the woman’s smile slip. Then the smile was back even less evident on her otherwise blank face.

“What was your name before Red Wire got you?” Van asked.

“I do not know, Master,” the woman replied. “I nothing but your voice. I obey your voice.”

Van pinched the bridge of his nose. “She might have been sexually assaulted, and should be examined,” the male EMT said.

“Right,” Van said and looked at the woman. “So, until we know who you really are, your name is Jane Doe. So, Jane, I want you to do whatever these techs want you to do, got it.”

“Got it, Master, I am yours to command,” the woman now known as Jane Doe said with her smile and vacant eyes.

“Hey!” A uniformed officer said running up to the ambulance. “Van, the chief wants a word with you. Also, Jackson cut his hand on some of the equipment inside. Could we get some bandages, or something?”

“I’m on it,” the female EMT said grabbing a case from the ambulance.

“What’d the chief want?” Van asked.

“No idea,” the officer said.

The chief wanted a picture of Van, with the contraband inside the building. Apparently, a picture showing what evil they’d thwarted goes a long way to getting good credit among the public. It also helped to show the DA what they were dealing with when it came to Red Wire. Jacson’s hand was worse than expected, and he was probably going to go on medical leave for a few days after getting stitches.

Van walked back to the ambulance, talking to the chief the whole way. They came to the ambulance intending to find out what was going on with Jane Doe, and found the back doors closed. The chief looked annoyed and grabbed the handles, and with a pull of his broad shoulders opened both doors at the same time. Van should have guessed what they’d find.

Jane was on her knees in the cramp ambulance. She was actively sucking the cock of the male EMT. The blanket was on the gurney, so Jane was naked as she drew the man’s hard veiny curved dick into her mouth. Her one hand was rubbing his balls, while her other hand, or at least her two fingers, encircled his cock just in front of her lips.

Jane had bobbed twice before the chief bellowed, “What the fuck is going on here!”

Jane kept going as the man pulled out of her mouth, and shot his load all over her face, and bare breasts. Jane pulled back, letting her hands drop, and knelt there, waiting.

“Jane, please cover yourself up,” Van said as gently as he could.

“Yes, Master,” the woman stated pulling the blanket off the gurney.

The male EMT was shoving his still dripping cock into his pants as the chief bellowed twice as loud, “You are getting written up for this!”

“Jane,” Van asked the woman, “are you okay?”

“I am whatever you want me to be, Master,” Jane said emotionlessly. Cum was still dripping off her face, and she seemed unconcerned by this as it dripped onto the blanket wrapped around her.

“Why were you giving him a BJ?” Van asked.

Jane said, “I obey you. You told me to obey him. I was doing as he said.”

The chief glared at the EMT and bared his simian teeth. “I will make sure you’re fired for this before you get prosecuted.” The EMT uttered a curse. “Van, go with them to the hospital and make sure nothing else stupid happens to her.”

“Got it,” Van said and looked back at the building and the sky. “Um, could someone get my bike back to the garage before it rains?”

“Sure,” the chief said walking away.

“Look,” the male EMT said as if to explain.

“Oh, fuck you,” Van said. “This was completely uncalled for. Jane, you no longer will obey this EMT.”

“Yes, Master,” Jane said simply.

“Hang on,” Van said thinking. “Jane, I want you to act like you did before going through Red Wire’s machine.”

Jane blinked slowly. Even the EMT was watching. “I am sorry Master, I do not know what I was like before going through Red Wire’s machine,” Jane said sounding sad for the first time.

Just then the female EMT came jogging up. “That took longer than expected,” she said looking around. “What’d I miss? What’s on your face, Jane?”

At the hospital Jane was cleaned up. A sexual assault kit was performed on her. They also found clothes that would fit her so she wasn’t naked, even if she did look mismatched in her dark green long sleeve top and red shorts.

Red Wire, real name Cletus Tuff, was in surgery. The only reason they were going after the bullet was how close it was to his spine. They had to use the reinforced surgery platform.

Van was more interested in Jane Doe as they fingerprinted her, and took a DNA sample. She was compliant completely. It was found Jane would only do what Van said, unless he told her to do whatever someone else said.

“We can’t send her to county for lockup,” a middle-aged female said. “She has no filter. If anyone tells her to do something, she’ll do it, even to the point of injuring herself.”

“Can she stay here?” Van asked.

“Ha!” the laughed. “We don’t have the room, we don’t have the people, and I heard about what happened to her in the ambulance. Is there someone you trust?”

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Maggie said as Van introduced Jane soon after walking into the house. “If you’re going to fuck around on me, fine, but so do I!”

“That’s not what’s going on,” Van said rolling his eyes. “This woman has been victimized. She’s completely obedient to me, and anyone I say, and we’ve already had one incident where this did not turn out well. She has no memory of who she is, or anything. I needed to have her someplace safe until we can figure this all out. You’re the only one I really trust.”

This took Maggie back for a second. Van trusted her, and that trust spoke volumes. “Fine,” Maggie said losing some of her fire. “What do I do with her?”

“Whatever,” Van said with a shrug. “Jane Doe, meet my wife, Maggie. Jane, I want you to obey her as you would me.”

“Yes, Master,” Jane said emotionless.

“Fuck me,” Maggie said shocked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jane said going towards Maggie.

“Wait, that’s not what I meant,” Maggie said raising her hands waving the woman off. Van was laughing. “Oh, you’d love to see that?” Maggie glared at him.

“See it, participate, I’d love to,” Van said joking. “But not right now. I do have to get back to the precinct. I have to talk with the assistant DA about an arson case coming up.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do with her?” Maggie asked jerking her thumb back at Jane.

“We were talking about the two of you fucking,” Van said texting any patrol officers around for a ride.

“Oh sure, I SO want to fuck and be fucked by her, but first I need my mind to be warped into being totally obedient to you like she is,” Maggie said putting her hands on her hips in defiance.

“You really need to tone down the sarcasm,” Van said. “We are talking about a woman whose mind was fucked-with to the point I don’t think she’s able to know the difference.”

“So, again, what do I do with her?” Maggie demanded.

“I don’t know, see how good of a cook she is, have her clean the house,” Van shrugged. “As long as I don’t come back to her being used by our neighbor as a sex toy, then I’m happy.”

Maggie huffed. She turned to Jane. “What do you want?” Maggie asked Jane.

“I want to obey, Master,” Jane said flatly, “and to obey you, Mistress.”

“My ride’s here,” Van said and leaned over to give Maggie a quick kiss on the lips. “Don’t tell anyone about Jane, please.”

“There went my other idea for income, so back to proof reading, I guess,” Maggie said as Van went out into the rain. Maggie turned to Jane and looked her up and down. “Can you act less like a robot and more like a normal human?”

“I will try, Mistress,” Jane said and she seemed to relax. “How else may I please you, Mistress?”

“If I was a younger woman, that would be a loaded question,” Maggie said. “Do you know how to do laundry?”

“If you show me, Mistress,” Jane said with a plastic smile.

Van was talking with Philip at the courthouse about the arson case. Then they shifted and started talking about Red Wire. Van told Philip everything that happened, and the assistant DA’s eyes just kept getting wider.

“You have your own sex slave!” Philip shouted. They were in his office, filled with books, not much room, and papers all over. Van could barely fit into the office and the single chair. The door behind him was closed, and the offices were nearly sound proof.

“She’s not a sex slave,” Van said rolling his eyes.

“She could be,” Philip said picking his fingernails. Philp was a big man, a former football player, with deep dark skin, and dark curled short hair going gray at the temples. “You’ll need something after your divorce.”

“I don’t need sex,” Van said sitting back.

“Really?” Philip asked with a single raised eyebrow. “Someone in your family did.”

Van gave him a glaring look only friends could give each other. “I’m torn between a divorce, and hearing some hard truths,” Van said with a sigh. “Maggie swore she only gave our neighbor a blowjob. I want to believe her. I just have a hard time knowing I’m doing this job at weird hours, and she’s at home, waiting for me.”

“You feel like you neglected her, and drove her to someone else,” Philip said.

“Something like that,” Van stated as he ran his hand through his hair.

“If it’s the job, go work for the U.S. Marshals, or a bail bondsman, or a trainer for Super Security,” Philip suggested. “Get a normal nine to five, and be home in time to make love to your wife while the sun is still up.”

“Maybe,” Van said shaking his head. “I just hope that Jane and Maggie aren’t trying to kill each other.”

“You have an amazing body,” Maggie said thoroughly and visually checking Jane’s naked body out.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Jane said with the first touch of emotion in her words since the two met.

“You must exercise all the time for that muscle tone,” Maggie said walking around the enslaved woman.

“I do not know, Mistress,” Jane stated watching Maggie encircle her.

“Well, you should, exercise, I mean,” Maggie said. “I know Van likes me with muscle tone. Not that he ever touches me anymore.”

“Are you not married?” Jane asked.

“Sure, we are,” Maggie said stopping before the other woman.

“Did you make a vow to love, honor, and obey him?” Jane asked confused.

“Yes,” Maggie said rolling her eyes. “Let me see what I have in your size.”

“Should you not follow your vow?” Jane asked as Maggie went through her spare clothes.

“I should,” Maggie said with her head in the closet. “It’s just really hard to do all those things. I’d need to be hypnotized, or mind wiped like you, to do all those things all the time. I’d also have to have Van forgive me. Here’s something, try this shirt on.”

“What did you do to need to be given forgiveness for?” Jane asked pulling on a plane white tee-shirt, which seemed to accent her breasts more than cover them.

Maggie sighed as she went back into the closet. “Okay, don’t tell Van any of this,” Maggie said in the closet. “I cheated on him.” Jane said nothing. “Twice, but one doesn’t count because it was just a blowjob for my neighbor for cleaning out the gutters, and I really wanted a cock in my mouth.”

“What of the other one?” Jane asked as Maggie came out of the closet with an old, but clean, pair of pink lacy panties.

“Put these on,” Maggie stated. “The other one was a visit from my old college roommate. It was college! You’re supposed to experiment. Vickie and I just meshed. It started with kissing, and then touching, and then touching more, and then touching private areas, and then before you knew it, we were fucking.”

“This was after you were married?” Jane asked.

“This was college, and two months ago,” Maggie said with a sigh. “I wanted to feel good again, like when Van and I were first married. I ed how Vickie made me feel in college, and I wanted that, again. I’m not really a lesbian, maybe bi-sexual, I mean I’d fuck your fantastic body in a heartbeat if I didn’t feel guilty about Van. It’s more than that, I want Van to just take me, make me howl with an orgasm as he drives into me with my back against the front door. But anytime I bring up sex with him, he seems to shy away. I don’t think he’s gay, just tired all the time thanks to that damn job of being a super cop. I wish he’d just take me, use me, fuck me like an animal. You don’t care, do you?”

“I care Mistress,” Jane said with a smile. “I care a great deal about Master’s happiness, and yours. I want to help you and Master honor your vows.”

“I’m a little busy,” Van said into his phone just outside the courtroom. He was set to testify in five minutes.

“Sorry,” the man on the other end said. “This is Marv from forensics. We just got a DNA ID on your Jane Doe from this morning.”

“That was fast,” Van stated.

“We picked hers for a demonstration to some high schoolers on a field trip,” Marv said. “Which is good since when I ran her prints, I didn’t get a hit. With the DNA, I know why. Her real name is Tanu Foss. You might have heard of her by her supervillain name, Gaze.”

“Nope,” Van said shaking his head that he just then realized Marv couldn’t see.

“Reformed villain, apparently,” Marv said. “She has the power to control the minds of anyone that looks into her eyes. We’re talking level nine here, near total wipe if she wanted. After being threatened with being blinded by some G-men, she started working for the feds, if the internet can be believed.”

“Why would Red Wire be trying to mind control a federal mind controller?” Van asked as he saw a bailiff waving him into court. “Thanks Marv, I’ve got to go.” While walking into the courtroom Van was texting Maggie to tell Jane to stand in the closet and not come out, then shove a door under the knob.

“While in the hospital I found my eyes glowed,” Jane Doe, also known as Tanu Foss, said in a calm voice. “Anyone who looked into my eyes would do whatever I said. Since I was there because Master wanted me checked out, I did nothing to the hospital staff. Now, I am in Master’s home, and will use my power to help Master, and you, Mistress.”

Maggie said nothing. There was nothing in her mind to say. She stood in her bedroom, sweatpants falling from slack hands, and her eyes wide and locked onto Jane/Tanu’s. Drool started to trickle out the side of her mouth as nothing was in her mind but the blinding and overpowering light of Jane/Tanu’s eyes.

“You must abide by your vow to love, honor, and obey, Master,” Jane/Tanu said. “You will love, honor, and obey, our Master. Please, say my command back to me so I know you understand, Mistress.”

“I will love, honor, and obey, our Master,” Maggie said in the voice of someone half asleep.

“You MUST love, honor, and obey, our Master,” Jane/Tanu said with force as her eyes burned brighter.

Maggie grunted as more power was crammed into her mind. The words barely found meaning, but when they did, it was the only information that could be discerned in the blinding bright light within her thoughts. “I MUST love, honor and obey, our Master,” Maggie said as even more drool fell from her lower lip.

“Your Master, is your husband,” Jane/Tanu said taking a step closer to Maggie.

“My Master, is my husband,” Maggie blankly said with a touch of slurring to her words.

“You love your Master,” Jane/Tanu said.

“I love my Master,” Maggie repeated the few thoughts that were left in her mind.

“You love Master more than any other person or thing,” Jane/Tanu said factually.

“I love Master more than any other person or thing,” Maggie repeated.

“Love for Master is more important than any other emotion you’ll ever have,” Jane/Tanu stated her eyes never blinking.

“Love for Master is more important than any other emotion I’ll ever have,” Maggie said, her legs seeming to start to weaken.

“Honoring Master takes president over all other actions,” Jane/Tanu said.

Maggie seemed to hesitate at this, but Jane/Tanu poured in more power making Maggie grunt like she’d been punched in the gut. “Honoring Master takes president over all other actions,” Maggie said her words losing much of their emotion.

“All you do, all actions, are to please Master,” Jane/Tanu said with a smile.

“All you do, all actions, are to please Master,” Maggie repeated monotone.

“No, you need to say and believe, all I do, all actions, are to please my Master,” Jane/Tanu said and backing off on the power of her glowing eyes.

Maggie got her feet back under her, still limp, still drooling, but standing upright. “I,” Maggie started, “I …I…I.”

Jane/Tanu grabbed Maggie’s head with both hands and forced power from her eyes into Maggie. Maggie cried out for an instant before the mental discomfort vanished. What little mind she was able to force into the light before was washed out in an instant. All that remained were the commands already given.

“All I do, all actions, are to please my Master,” Jane/Tanu said forcefully into Maggie’s face.

Maggie, as if drained of all humanity, said in a voice devoid of emotion, “all I do, all actions, are to please my Master.”

Jane/Tanu didn’t let go of Maggie’s head, but did soften her hold, as she shouted, “I obey Master!”

“I obey Master,” Maggie said back as if an echo. The back and forth shouting continued.

“I do whatever Master wants!”

“I do whatever Master wants.”

“I say whatever Master wants!”

“I say whatever Master wants.”

“I think whatever Master wants!”

“I think whatever Master wants.”

“I believe whatever Master wants!”

“I believe whatever Master wants.”

“I whatever Master wants!”

“I whatever Master wants.”

“I forget whatever Master wants!”

“I forget whatever Master wants.”

“I am Master’s property!”

“I am Master’s property.”

“I am whatever Master wants me to be!”

“I am whatever Master wants me to be.”

“I will have sex with my slave whenever I desire!”

“I will have sex with my slave whenever I desire!”

“I will use my slave however I desire!”

“I will use my slave however I desire!”

“I will feel no shame over using my slave!”

“I will feel no shame over using my slave!”

“I love using my slave for sexual purposes!”

“I love using my slave for sexual purposes!”

With that Jane/Tanu let go of Maggie’s head. The super powered woman’s eyes went back to their natural pools of darkness. Maggie dropped limp to the carpeted floor. The blonde woman’s eyes were open, pupils pin points in a ring of blue. Drool continued to flow from the side of her mouth as she stared at nothing.

“I heard they got the bullet out of your ass,” Van said coming into Red Wire’s secure hospital room.

“Yeah, a bullet that shouldn’t have been there in the first place,” Red Wire said with a spit. He was on his belly on the hospital bed, since the wound was on his butt, it couldn’t be against the sheets until he was healed. Both of his meaty hands were cuffed to the frame so he couldn’t reach anything and perhaps escape.

“You were going for a weapon,” Van retorted.

“The worst it could have done was set you on fire,” Red Wire stated.

“Well, if that’s all it would have done, I apologize,” Van said sarcastically. “The woman you kidnapped, Tanu Foss, why?”

“Why should I tell you?” Red Wire shot back. “You messed up everything.”

“Foss thinks I’m her Master,” Van said calmly.

Red Wire huffed. “Given how long she was in the wiper, the fact she retained the ability to speak is amazing,” Red Wire said. “Honestly the bitch should get worse than slavery.”

“Death?” Van asked.

“Fuck no, imprisonment for life in solitary confinement,” Red Wire said with glee. “Turnabout is fair play.”

Van frowned. “What the hell does that mean?” Van asked. “I know she’s been working for the feds.”

“Working! That’s a laugh,” Red Wire said trying to turn his head to look at Van. “You know how her super villain name is Gaze, because she can control anyone’s mind.”

“That’s the rumor I’ve heard,” Van said wondering where the conversation was going.

“Well guess what she’s been doing for the feds?” Red Wire mocked.

“Getting people to confess to crimes,” Van offered.

“Making people confess to crimes,” Red Wire stated. “Imagine this scenario. A high-profile crime is committed. There’re no leads, no solid suspects, nothing to suggest who did the crime. There’s pressure all around for the FBI or Super Security to bust someone for the crime. Enter Gaze. She’s given all the information about the crime, and if there’s a possible suspect, that too. If there’s no suspect, there are lots of super people out there to blame. Foss meets with the person, and makes that person believe they committed the crime. We’re talking zero doubt the person believes they committed the crime, and has information no one but the real criminal, or the feds, would have. This patsy gets picked up, a day or two later, maybe for the crime, or maybe for something else. The patsy then spills their guts about a crime they didn’t commit, but will die on the hill of believing they did.”

“And you think this is happening because?” Van prompted.

“June, my wife,” Red Wire said with a catch in his throat. “Three months ago, she was picked up for the rocket attack in Huston last year. The feds claimed it was extorsion, but June could make acid come out of her skin, so rocket attacks are not her style. Besides we were together all day, she couldn’t have been doing anything like coordinating an extorsion plot. I know how that goes, it’s an all-day thing. The thing is, the day before June was picked up, I saw Foss’s glowing eyes as she led June to the back room of a department store. Foss had an oversized purse under her arm. A few minutes went by. I was about to go in after I just finished improvising a stun gun, but the pair walked out. Foss guided June back to where she had been. Then Foss was shoving a manilla envelope back into her purse, with clear stamps of FBI and Confidential on it. June had no idea what I was talking about when I got to her.”

“That doesn’t prove anything,” Van said with less skepticism.

“That’s why I’m a villain and not a justice of the peace, I don’t need solid proof,” Red Wire said sarcastically. “June wasn’t the only one this happened to. I put a tracer on Foss after June was picked up, and followed her all over the country. Every city she went to, a day or two later some high-profile case would have someone confessing to it. Look it up, if you don’t believe me.”

“So, why mind control Foss?” Van asked.

“Mostly to get June back,” Red Wire stated. “As much as it might surprise you, I love my wife, and she loves me.”

“I’m sure you had no intention of using Foss for sex,” Van sarcastically said.

“Fuck yeah, I was going to fuck Foss, you saw her body,” Red Wire stated. “Granted I would have to use Foss to make June okay with that.”

“Never mind what Foss wants,” Van stated.

“After going through my mind wiper, she would mind whatever I said,” Red Wire stated. “Or, as in the current case, what you say, because it was your voice she first heard. Besides, I don’t think I would have to change Foss’s mind much to have sex with June. I would just need to make Foss want to fuck me.”

Van looked puzzled. “What’s that?” Van asked confused.

“You haven’t been to her really big house yet then,” Red Wire said with a grin. “Women in very skimpy bikinis all over the place. When the women are in the house, they’re often naked. The thermal cameras I set up at Foss’s mansion, showed Foss fucking three to eight women a night. I’d be amazed if the mind wipe didn’t get rid of all of Foss’s strong lesbian tendencies.” Red Wire was chuckling to himself by the end of his statement.

Van was stunned. Red wire laughed and kept talking, “The feds look the other way when Foss picks up one or two women at the various gyms she goes to, while dropping off one or two women that had their memory wiped, thinking they were on a long vacation. Of course, those women that are returned will never desire a man ever again.”

At this Red Wire turned very serious. “So, tell me super cop,” Red Wire said craning his neck to look at Van. “How bad was my plan to control a mind controller with the intention to free innocently imprisoned people and make power hungry federal government officials pay?”

“I’ll get back to you on that,” Van said leaving quickly. He pulled out his cell phone and started calling Maggie.

Maggie didn’t know her phone was ringing. Her phone was on silent, and the phone screen was down on her desk in her home office. Maggie was also still on the bedroom floor, drooling into the carpet, but her eyes had closed. Jane/Foss stood at the foot of the bed, unmoving, and her eyes distant and glazed. The super powered woman stood rock still, waiting.

“Uh,” Maggie moaned from the floor. “What just happened?”

“I helped you with your wedding vows, Mistress,” Jane/Foss said monotone.

“My wedding vows,” Maggie said pulling herself up to sit on the edge of the bed next to the standing Jane/Foss. “I must love, honor, and obey, my Master.” Maggie said it automatically, but frowned right after the words left her mouth. “No, wait, I Must love, honor, and obey Master. That’s, not… yes, it is. Yes, no, yes, yes, I get it. I MUST love, honor, and obey my husband, my Master.”

Maggie looked at Jane/Foss with a touch of shock. Jane/Foss just nodded her head and smiled a plastic smile.

“I love Master more than anything or anyone,” Maggie said blinking as if just getting a difficult math concept. “All I do, is to honor my Master. I obey Master in all things.”

“Yes,” Jane/Foss said and then looked down at, and focused. “I have waited to fuck you, as you commanded Mistress. Now, I will follow your command to fuck you.” At this Jane/Foss pulled off the white shirt and let the panties fall to the floor.

“Fuck yesss,” Maggie said pulling off her shirt. She was braless, and her nipples had started getting hard and erect. “Not like that, however, on your knees and beg me to let you fuck me, slave.”

“Yes Mistress,” Jane/Foss said as she dropped to her knees. “Please Mistress, let me touch you. Let me pleasure you with my body. I beg of you Mistress to permit me to use my tongue to lick your pussy until you scream with an orgasm.”

“Are you horny, slave?” Maggie teased.

“I am aroused, Mistress,” Jane/Foss responded.

“No,” Maggie chastised waving her finger back and forth, “aroused is what happens when you fantasize about sex. I want you horny. I want your pussy burning with sexual desire. I want your slit dripping wet with yearning for the pleasure of my body. You should be drooling at the thought of licking my cunt and every inch of my body. You should be on the edge of an orgasm without any touching. That’s what I mean to be horny. Slave, I command you to be as horny as possible.”

“OH!” Jane/Foss cried out as a hand went to her flexed abs. “Mistress, I would give you the stars and the sea to let me put, but one finger upon your magnificent body. I would force my tongue to lick you until I was nearly dead if only given the chance to taste you. I would bring you pleasure with my body to an orgasm that would shake Heaven and Hell. I beg of you, Mistress, please let me pleasure you!”

“Is your pussy dripping?” Maggie asked.

“Yes Mistress,” Jane/Foss said as her body broke out into a sweat and things started to shake and twitch involuntarily.

“Are you about to have a pussy gushing, eye rolling, body shaking, near black out, orgasm?” Maggie sadistically asked.

“Yes, Mistress, at your command,” Jane/Foss said her focus on Maggie being forced.

“Oh, then your Mistress commands you to cum, slave,” Maggie said with a smile.

“YES, AAAHHH!!!! Mistress!” Jane/Foss cried out as her hands went to between her legs. The sound of a jet of liquid hitting carpet was heard. Jane/Foss went into convulsions as her hips bucked forward, taking the rest of her body with it. Jane/Foss’s eyes rolled up, and up, and then were gone into the back of her head as only the whites showed. Body shaking, arms and legs twitching, and her pussy still jerking forward, Jane/Foss got out, “May I pleasure you now, Mistress?”

“Fuck yeah,” Maggie said scooting back on the bed. “Make me have a hundred orgasms, slave.” Maggie pulled off her sweat pants as she scooted to the head of the bed, and soon her panties went too. Jane/Foss got onto the bed, crawling, and alternating between Maggie’s eyes, and the woman’s wet pink pussy.

A skilled tongue made Maggie’s eyes cross as she felt her body electrified with erotic pleasure. Maggie couldn’t fight the overwhelming sexual feelings of hands all over her hips, middle, and gently manipulating her small breasts and nipples. There was an involuntary shaking within her body as Maggie felt the freight-train orgasm speeding through her. Sweat broke out all over her body as Maggie felt her hips start to shake. Her middle was starting to quiver. The tongue upon her clit was letting loose lightning bolts of power within her. Then the orgasm hit with the detonation of a high explosive. Her hips lifted off the bed, her pussy pushing pent up fluid out in a fountain that would have been painful if Maggie could conceive of anything other than mindwiping pleasure. With her eyes crossed to the point they were nearly pointed at each other Maggie’s hips bucked over and over, with that erotically cursed tongue trying to follow it.

“Stop,” Maggie slurred as Jane/Foss tried to lick Maggie’s pussy again.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jane/Foss said sitting back on her haunches. Her face was covered with Maggie’s cum juices, dripping down onto her perky breasts that had hard erect nipples also dripping with juices.

“Sit on my face so I can taste you,” Maggie said with little thought. All she understood was she loved using her slave sexually. When those thighs were on either side of her head, and a hot wet cunt was above her mouth, Maggie abandoned control.

Jane/Foss moaned as she felt Maggie’s tongue lick her slit. It was amazing. There was little skill, and zero experience, but Jane/Foss gave good with her sobs of pleasure. Jane/Foss’s pussy was dripping, getting wetter and wetter with each lick. Her body was burning with arousal that was making every part of her womb almost hurt with the orgasm that was building within her. Maggie’s tongue found a rhythm and the blonde woman’s hands were exploring Jane/Foss’s body in ways that made everything tingle like there was a huge thunderstorm approaching. One final flick of Maggie’s tongue on Jane/Foss’s clit, and the climax was reached, like a rocket. Jane/Foss all but fell against the headboard of the bed as her body shook like a rag doll in a dog’s mouth. Nothing was still as her hips jolted over and over again into Maggie’s face. Fluid, that could have filled a coffee cup, sprayed all over Maggie’s face and chest with each thrust. Jane/Foss went into convulsions as she fell back onto Maggie, jerking like she was having a seizure.

Jane/Foss finally came down from her body wracking orgasm to find Maggie’s hands roaming all over her body, making everything prickle again with desire. “That was amazing,” Maggie said with her head still between Jane/Foss’s bent back knees. “I’d love to make you, make me, have orgasms like that for our Master.”

“I am yours to do with as you wish, Mistress,” Jane/Foss got out with gasps and a dry mouth.

“I should let Master know I am ready to fulfill my wedding vows,” Maggie said. “Slave, go fetch my phone from my office.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jane/Foss said struggling to get off her mistress. The woman’s movements were weak, and clearly drained. When she tried to get her feet under her, off the bed, there was not much coordination, like a child trying to learn to walk. The slave had to focus and work hard to stagger to the smaller bedroom across the hall. A moment later she came back holding the rectangle of black plastic and glass. With her feet and legs far more stable under her when she came back to hand the phone over to her Mistress.

“Thank you, slave,” Maggie said taking the phone back. “Now, have a powerful orgasm!”

“AHHH!!!” Jane/Foss cried out as she crumbled to the floor. Maggie looked over the edge of the bed to see the woman with her hands between her legs, muscles flexing, shaking and bucking with fluid spilling out from between her thighs.

Maggie laughed as she looked at her phone, settling back onto the bed. She saw the text from Van, and her eyes went wide. “Oh, fuck me,” Maggie said in shock.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jane/Foss said with effort as she struggled to get up off the floor as she was still shaking with her orgasm.

“No, not now, slave,” Maggie said getting off the bed quickly. “Master is coming home, and should be here in a few minutes. He also sent…” Maggie read the text and then her whole-body shook.

“Jane,” Maggie said looking at her phone, “get in the closet and don’t come out.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jane said blankly as she obeyed. Maggie reread the text about telling Jane to get in the closet and not come out. Then Maggie closed the closet door, and got her vanity table chair and shoved the back of it under the closet door knob. Maggie smiled as she realized she just followed one of the first commands from her husband/Master.

“Crap,” Maggie said realizing she didn’t have much time. Maggie looked around quickly. “Now, I need to clean up the bedroom, and myself, by myself.” Maggie swiftly grabbed the crumpled sheets to pull them off the bed.

Van had to be careful on his motorcycle. The rain had mostly stopped, but the roads were very wet. This made them slick. Van was balancing on that knife edge between speed and losing control. He had this urgent fear that he had to get to his wife before something bad happened with Foss.

Van was talking with Philip on the Bluetooth in his helmet. “I’ve got something that does seem odd,” Philip was saying over the phone. “This Tanu Foss was a contractor for the FBI and Super Security. I got ahold of Super Security’s financial disclosure filings. Then there’s the filing for contractor code name Gaze that was also getting paid. Lastly there’s a third filing for a Foss, Tanu. She was getting more money than I’ll ever get paid, and that’s just by Super Security.”

“Travel expenses?” Van asked quickly as he avoided a pickup truck.

“Hang on,” Philip said. “I don’t see anything. Wait, hang on, let me try, something. Oh, wow, I’ve got something. Foss, Tanu, got multiple credit card reimbursements for, they sound like gyms. Barbell Barbie, Feminine Flex, Women’s Power Gym, and they’re all for one month, but these seem to be all over the country.”

“Take screen shots of everything so the Feds can’t wipe the info,” Van said quickly. “I have to get home and make sure Foss isn’t doing something to Maggie.”

“I thought you said her mind was wiped,” Philip said while typing.

“It was, I think,” Van said getting onto his street. “But I don’t trust Foss to not do something villainess like.”

“Be careful,” Philip said quickly.

“I’ll try,” Van said parking his motorcycle outside the house in the driveway. He ripped off his helmet and was unzipping his leather jacket as he went in the front door quickly.

“Maggie,” Van called out.

“In the bedroom, Master,” Maggie answered.

“Fuck,” Van said under his breath. He got to his doorway and looked inside. There was a naked Maggie on her knees, with her hands behind her head, waiting with erect nipples. Van looked over and saw the chair under the closet doorknob. “Maggie, would you like to tell me what’s going on?”

“With pleasure, Master,” Maggie said not moving from her kneeling position. “Jane Doe, in the closet, reminded me of my wedding vows to you. I am to love, honor, and obey you. That is my only purpose in life.”

“Not the therapy I thought we needed,” Van said quietly.

Van moved the chair out of the way, and opened the closet door. Tanu stood there, blank, emotionless, still. “Come on out of there,” Van said and then muttered, “coming out of the closet.” Without being told to, Tanu went over and knelt down next to Maggie, facing Van.

“Jane Doe,” Van said to the naked blank woman, “your real name is Tanu Foss. Does this bring back any memories?”

“Forgive me, Master, it does not,” Tanu said a touch monotone.

“Okay,” Van said pacing the bedroom. “Ladies, how about you both get dressed, and we discuss what’s going on.”

“As you command, Master,” Tanu stated.

“If it pleases you, Master,” Maggie replied.

Moments later both women were, at least, wearing shirts and baggy shorts. Van did notice that neither one was wearing panties or a bra. Van also had to it that Tanu’s body was amazing, and so was Maggie’s. His cock was getting hard just at the idea of making them both pleasure him, sexually. Van had to shake his head to get the image out of his forefront thoughts.

“Let’s get to the kitchen,” Van said, “I need coffee.”

“Yes, Master,” both women said at the same time, and Van felt his cock twitch harder.

With the coffee maker going Maggie and Tanu told the story of what had happened. Tanu poured the coffee while she spoke of enslaving Maggie’s mind to obedience to him. Van was shocked to the point he couldn’t speak. Maggie was all smiles as she filled a coffee cup in front of him with the dark brew. The smell of coffee made him lift the mug to his lips as Maggie spoke of taking her wedding vows far more serious. When their lesbian love making came up Van spat out the coffee he had just sipped.

After a brief coughing fit Van was able to speak again. “Tanu, can you change Maggie back?” Van asked.

“Back to what, Master?” Tanu asked.

“Master,” Maggie said before Van could say anything, “I am simply fulfilling my wedding vows. Perhaps you should fulfill yours as well.”

Van was about to ask what that meant when he looked over at Tanu. Her eyes were glowing bright, and Van’s mind seemed to be suddenly in a dense white fog. There was nothing but white inside his mind. There was nothing there to grasp hold of, to think, to feel, to be.

“What would you like me to do to our Master, Mistress?” Tanu asked.

Maggie shivered in pleasure knowing that she would soon have her husband, and Master, commanding her, loving her, and letting her serve him. Maggie found her mouth dry as a desert. “He needs,” Maggie said and then stopped. “Master should, have and hold me, and love and cherish me, for as long as he wants. Or, words to that effect.”

Tanu nodded. “Master,” Tanu said and poured the power on into Van’s head. “You are to love your wife totally and completely. You are to hold and cherish her for as long as you desire. You are to love her, with your heart and body. You will always love having sex in any and all ways with your wife. You are her Master, and will eagerly take control over her mind body and soul. You will never lose this love for your wife.”

Maggie nodded as she felt her sex getting wetter.

Tanu continued, “You will always love fucking your wife in any way you desire. You will love fucking me, your slave. You will always see me as your slave, and will have no hesitation or consideration in commanding me to do anything and everything you want. You will know and accept that your wife and I are your slaves and will obey you. You will enjoy commanding us as you see fit. Your wife is your love, but I am your slave, and you have no problems with this.”

With that Tanu stopped her eyes from glowing. Van collapsed, falling onto the kitchen table before him. His eyes were wide, and his pupils were small dots. After a brief discussion Maggie had a plan. Maggie and Tanu were trying to move Van onto the bed, to make him comfortable. To also make him comfortable, they took off his clothes. The women followed suit and they too were soon naked. Van was quite hairy with hairy legs, a hairy chest, a large bush of hair above his cock, and hair on his arms. Maggie ran her hand through those chest hairs, feeling his body, as his mind processed what had been forced into it.

Many long moments later Van started to moan. He put the heal of his hand to his head as if there were a headache that needed to be suppressed. “Son of a bitch,” Van moaned. “Fuck it, Tanu, what did you do to me?”

“I helped you, Master,” Tanu said standing, naked by the bed.

“Fuck, there’s so many thoughts in my head right now,” Van said and then put his hand down. He looked at Maggie who knelt down by his legs, with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

“I love, honor, and obey you, Master,” Maggie said with a wonder in her voice.

“I know you do,” Van said shaking his head. “I also know I want you on my cock right now, but this isn’t what I had in mind.”

“I love you, and will do whatever you want,” Maggie said rubbing her hands on Van’s legs, and closer to his hardening cock.

“Ride my cock,” Van said leaning back, “and make-out with slave Tanu.”

“Of course, Master,” Maggie said crawling up onto Van. Her pussy was wet, and open as she let her body slide down over Van’s long, thick, veiny rod. Maggie moaned as her body engulfed Van’s long shlong, and then clenching tight around his manhood. Eyes crossing for a moment Maggie looked over at Tanu, and pulled the woman closer. Maggie and Tanu eagerly started kissing as Maggie used her legs to force her body up and down on Van’s hard dick. Maggie moaned louder as she felt Tanu hold onto the back of Maggie’s head. Maggie kept moving on Van’s dick as she cupped Tanu’s breasts and pulled on her nipples. Maggie and Tanu moaned together as the women kissed. Van moaned as he felt his cock and balls swelling with jizz, his hands on Maggie’s hips, helping to push and pull his wive/slave up and down his rod.

Van didn’t think he would hold out long. The fact two women were naked before him was tempting, but the idea they would do whatever he wanted was something else. The fact any sexual act he desired would be acted out by his slaves just put him over the edge.

“Cum!” Van shouted. “Both of you, cum hard, now!”

Tanu was still kissing Maggie as her pussy flexed hard and cum juices sprayed out from between her legs. Those same legs lost their strength to hold Tanu up, and the woman crumbled to the floor, moaning in sexual ecstasy the entire way down. Maggie had it better with Van’s cock inside of her, suddenly spraying her insides with cum that launched her sexual arousal up thirty times, at the same time she felt her body bursting with her climax. Maggie cried out as her body humped and thrust with Van’s cock deep within her. Maggie’s eyes crossed hard as she felt her world shatter with pleasure. Van felt warm and good for the first time in a long time. Giving his wife such sexual pleasure was just as pleasurable to Van, knowing that she was enjoying this beyond words. Van liked seeing her eyes cross as her hands went wild, her legs shook, and her pussy clenched hard over and over again on his dick still deep within her. Van let shot after shot of his semen fill his wife, as he left her shaking with sexual fulfillment.

Van gently guided Maggie down onto the bed, pulling out of her, his cum dripping from her red pussy. Van kissed Maggie full on the lips, and despite still having aftershocks of her orgasm, Maggie kissed back. Seeing his cum trickling out of Maggie’s pussy, Van said, “Slave, lick Maggie’s pussy clean.”

“Yes,” Tanu said pulling herself up to the edge of the bed, “Master.” Tanu looked like it took every ounce of energy she had to move, to make it onto the bed. When Tanu got between Maggie’s legs, she must have gotten a second wind. Tanu started licking and sucking Van’s semen, and Maggie’s cum juices, with no hesitation.

“Oh God!” Maggie said staring at the ceiling. “I’m going to cum again.”

“Don’t,” Van said with a smile. “As your Master, and you must obey me, you are not permitted to cum until I say you can.”

Maggie’s eyes went wide as her jaw clenched tight. She didn’t even trust herself to speak as her abdomen was having shivering contractions like she was about to cum. Maggie’s hands were tight fists making veins on her clenched arms stand out. Van enjoyed watching the sexual torture or agony and ecstasy on his wife’s face. “Sorry, the look you’re giving me now is almost funny,” Van said with a grin. “Okay you can cum.”

“AAAHHH!!!!” Maggie screamed as her body had an orgasm stronger than any she’d had before. Her pussy clenched hard, spraying juices onto Tanu’s face. Her eyes didn’t just cross, but rolled far back into her head so she only showed white eyes. Her hips lifted up off the bed as she rhythmically screamed as her pussy made tight clenching jerks that made her whole-body shake. Then, like a switch was thrown, her body dropped. Maggie’s body and head rolled as consciousness left her.

“Slave, stop licking her,” Van said and Tanu sat up. Maggie’s pussy was still contracting with no mind behind her continued orgasm.

“Something about post nut clarity,” Van said with a grin. “Tanu, you’re going to help me free some innocent people.”

“Mistress, how may we serve you?” Were the first words spoken at the front door of the mansion. It really wasn’t a mansion, but it was three stories tall, lots of space, and lots of land surrounding it. When Van and Tanu knocked on the door, the brunette girl who answered it could have been a super model, if a bit more muscle toned than was typical. This brunette was wearing a white micro-bikini, which barely covered the private parts, and with strands that could have been kite string. Van did note that the brunette had rather large breast implants for such a young, barely out of her teens, girl. This young woman immediately dropped to kneel. Then four other women came running up to kneel down before Tanu. Two of the women, a raven-haired light skinned beauty, and an African American woman with more abdominal muscles than seem biologically possible, were completely naked.

“I’m sorry, Master,” Tanu said to Van. “I don’t any of this.”

“That’s fine, we’re going to take care of these women here shortly,” Van said looking around outside once more, and to the distant tree line. “Let’s all go inside and we can set about freeing everyone.”

“As you command, Master,” Tanu said walking inside. “Come, girls, we are going to give you your lives back.” The five women seemed confused, but more than willing to obey their mistress, as she told them to also obey Van completely too.

Samantha Sartini, was the raven-haired woman that had shown up at the door naked. She was a fitness trainer, and had left a message with her work that she had a family emergency to take care of. What she had taken care of was Tanu. Samantha had spent the past week alternating between dusting the house, and licking Tanu to orgasm. The fact that Tanu had met Samantha eight months ago, and instilled upon her a strong desire to remake her body to Tanu’s liking, of firm muscles, low body fat, and a shaved pussy, meant Tanu had been grooming Samantha for her current roll.

Nina Stefanidis was a very short blonde woman with breasts as big as cantaloupes, and a very round head. Nina met Tanu nearly a year before, and had been a “guest” of Tanu’s twice in the past year. Nina hadn’t had a sexual thought about women before Tanu wiped her heterosexual thoughts away, and instilled an overpowering lesbian feeling deep within her that made her desire women, specifically Tanu. Tanu had also implanted into Nina’s mind the strong desire to lift weights and build muscle, and Nina had been unable to resist the commands drilled into her head. Her job at the recycling plant was waiting for her, after she got done with her ‘find myself’ vacation.

Laura Cline was the African American woman that had shown up at the door naked. Laura had been attracted to women before she met Tanu. When the pair did meet, at first Laura didn’t like Tanu, feeling she was more predator than companion. Then Tanu took over her mind. Laura would serve, fuck, and obey Tanu, with no question. For Laura, Tanu was God in woman flesh, and couldn’t even consider the concept of disobeying her. Tanu was going to make Laura into her own African Amazon, with huge breasts, huge muscles, low body fat, and an undying obedience. Laura had quit her job to serve Tanu full time, in and out of the bedroom.

Ofelia Humprey was a Russan immigrant and had a thick accent that didn’t seem to match her bright red-hair. She was tall and on the skinny side much like a basketball player. With her long body and firm abs, her mammoth enhanced breasts were out of place. Ofelia met Tanu at a gym in Washington D.C. when the Feds had targeted Ofelia as a spy. Ofelia wasn’t a spy, but she was a very good soldier. Now, she worked for, and served, Tanu. Ofelia itted the 2,500 cc breast implants had thrown off her balance, and hand to hand combat might be limited, but the red-head was still a crack shot. Ofelia still worked in DC, but at a moment’s notice, she’d be on a plane to come back to Tanu to serve as her own personal pussy licker, or bodyguard, whatever she needed.

Aliyah Bognar was two months past eighteen, with brunette hair, a fresh face, and a body that went with youth. She’d also recently gotten the largest pair of breast implants possible, because Tanu wanted them. Tanu had met Aliyah at a gym in Seatle, and decided the soon to be high school graduate needed some encouragement. Tanu had made Aliyah swear off men, and filled her life with weight lifting, and sculpting her body to what Tanu wanted. Aliyah had told her friends and family she was trying to find herself. Part of finding herself was the major weight loss, increase in muscles, and making herself more feminine with huge breasts. Aliyah claimed she was out seeing the world before college, but in fact was seeing Tanu’s bedroom, and what was between Tanu’s legs more than anything for the past month.

Van sighed as he was taking notes. It was at this point when the doorbell rang. Aliyah jumped up to answer the door, before looking at Tanu for permission. Van spoke up, “Tanu, you and I will go see who it is. The rest of you, stay here, and stay silent.” Van didn’t wait for a response as he headed for the door with Tanu in tow. Van could see it was a man on the other side of the door, in a suit, and he leaned over to whisper to Tanu, “If something seems off, zap him with your eyes.”

“Yes, Master,” Tanu answered.

“And don’t call me, Master, in front of normal people,” Van said getting to the door. “Call me, Jason.”

“As you command, Master,” Tanu answered since they had yet to open the door.

Van opened the door. There was a man on the front step that had the attitude and poise of a federal agent. The fact his jacket was open and there was a badge clipped to his belt and a gun under his arm, just confirmed it.

“Fuck it, Foss, answer your fucking phone,” the man yelled at Tanu as soon as the door was open. The agent looked Van up and down and yelled, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Jason Smith,” Van said putting out his hand, “I’m a super cop known as Vanish, or Van for short.”

“Fuck you,” the agent said to Van. He then turned to Tanu. “Foss, what the fuck are you doing hanging out with a super cop,” the agent yelled. The guy turned to Van and yelled, “Special Agent Dirix, now get the fuck out. I NEED to talk with Foss, or do I need to arrest you for interrupting a federal investigation?”

Clearly Tanu took this as a real threat. She made her eyes glow so bright that even in the daylight there was an intense reflective glow on Agent Dirix’s face. That face went slack, and his eyes glazed over. Tanu didn’t even seem to let up her power as she advanced on Agent Dirix. Her eyes glowed a bright intense white as she grabbed the Agent’s head and drool trailed out the side of his mouth.

With words as if they came from Heaven itself, Tanu said, “Jason is your Master. You WILL obey him completely in all things. You WILL WANT to serve him, and help him with all he desires. YOU ARE JASON SMITH’S TOTAL SLAVE!!!”

With that Tanu let go of the man’s head, and he dropped to the front step with zero muscle control. He was in a heap on the concrete, drooling, eyes only pinpricks, and shaking like he’d just been hit with a stun gun. Van rolled his eyes, looked to make sure there wasn’t anyone else outside, and thankfully there wasn’t. Van had Tanu, and the other women, carry the Agent into the house, and onto the couch.

For the next hour Van and Tanu had been putting the five women of the house back to the way they were, mostly. Some things in the women’s minds needed to be adjusted, if nothing else to make there be fewer questions. Dressed in normal clothes that all of them complained were uncomfortable, Van had Tanu send the women back to their lives. There were tears, and crying, and comfortable good-byes. Then the hired independent drivers took the women to where they needed to be.

“Fuck my head,” Agent Dirix said coming to on the couch. “Oh shit, I’m Jason Smith’s slave. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Let’s try again,” Van said coming into the room. Agent Dirix looked like he was fighting himself, but then he dropped to his knees and bowed before Van.

“Master, I am your slave,” Agent Dirix said humbling himself.

“First off, call me Van, that’s what everyone else does,” Van said sitting down in one of the chairs.

“As you command, Van,” Agent Dirix said still bowing.

“Sit up,” Van commanded and Agent Dirix did. “Now, I want the truth, have you been having Tanu make people confess to crimes they didn’t commit?”

“Yes,” Agent Dirix said automatically, and only looked like he wanted to kick himself after he said it. “None of the people we arrested were good people. That asshole Butt Smacker deserves a lifetime in prison.”

“That’s not how the justice system works,” Van said and Agent Dirix gave him a condescending look. “Okay,” Van amended, “that’s not how it should work.”

“So, what should we do, Master?” Tanu asked. Agent Dirix gave the woman a sharp look at calling Van, ‘Master’.

Van sighed. “We need to set things right,” Van said.

“You either resign or you’re fired,” the chief said to Van. “One of those lets you keep your pension, and the other one doesn’t.”

“I saw this coming,” Van said honestly.

“We all did,” the chief agreed.

They were in the chief’s office, three months after the Red Wire takedown. In that time the shit had hit the fan. Tanu had gone to the public to confessed to creating all the forced confessions that Van could dig up. Agent Dirix confirmed all of those, and many more. It didn’t take long to figure out that Van was responsible. By then every civil rights group was up in arms demanding the release of every person that was convicted by their own testimony. This included people that legitimately committed the crimes they were incarcerated for, resulting in conflict between groups. Faith in law and order was damaged when the light of the truth fell upon it, like some deformed public service vampire. Now, the Fed were having their revenge by giving Van a choice that would result in either outcome being bad.

“This isn’t my choice,” the chief said looking more simian than normal. “There’s someone far higher than even our governor that wants you out.”

“Someone that doesn’t care about truth and justice,” Van sarcastically said. “Fuck it, make them fire me. I can’t wait to go to the press and tell them everything.”

“Van,” the chief said before the super cop could go out the door, “just so you know, I will stand by you. I’ve talked with other people, and they think what’s happening to you is bull shit. Privately, the union reps also think what’s happening to you is bull shit and might do something to help you, privately.”

Van didn’t have words. “Who gets my cases?” Van asked.

“I’ll see who wants them,” the chief stated. “Take a few days off, and we’ll see how employed you are in a week.”

Van was trying to hold back his emotions. As he left, Van turned invisible so no one could see how upset he was. He got on his motorcycle, turned it invisible too, and sped off. The lump in his throat didn’t fade until he’d been riding for twenty-minutes. Eventually he decided to head home. It was far too early for him to be home, so when he walked in from the garage door, it wasn’t a surprise to see Maggie in a bathrobe.

Three months had changed many things, including Maggie. She’d started taking care of her hair, and now it was a golden glowing mane. She’d also started using body lotion, daily, and tanning, so her skin also seemed to have a golden glow, soft to the touch, and smoother than a baby’s bottom. She’d kept her legs and bush shaved, nearly every day, to make her body free from any hair down below. Often, she’d wear s instead of her glasses, but Van did say he thought sometimes it was hot to see her looking like a sexy librarian wearing her large spectacles. Maggie had also started lifting heavy weights, daily, with Tanu, at the local gym. This changed Maggie from having a scrawny look, to a filled out toned look, complete with firm raised abdominal muscles. The most pronounced change in Maggie’s appearance was her large, globular, high set, pair of artificially enhanced breasts. Going for a size that was large to the point of being barely over the line of unnatural on her body shape, but just short of having to special order bras. Maggie looked like a walking teenage sex dream of a MILF.

As soon as Van shut the door to the garage behind him, Maggie smiled, opened her robe, and sank to her knees. She was close enough to him she started rubbing Van’s crotch, making him hard in his pants. She’d been doing this for weeks. Whenever he got home from work, and walked through the door, she’d get on her knees and offer a blowjob. Sometimes, Van politely declined. Sometimes, he would let Maggie suck him off until he shot his load into her mouth. Sometimes, Van would take her to bed, included Tanu, and the three of them would fuck for as long as Van wanted. There were other times Van fulfilled Maggie’s fantasy of driving her back into the closed front door while she wrapped her legs around his bare bottom as he drilled into her burning pussy.

Van let Maggie get his cock out and suck him into her mouth while he looked over at Tanu. Her memory still hadn’t come back. If anything, her mind was even more subdued than before. Often, she would stand to the side of a room, silent, waiting, looking at nothing, thinking of nothing. She would say letting her mind go blank was easy, and she had little desire to think for herself. Tanu stated she felt like her default was to be a mindless object, waiting for commands. Tanu would follow any command given by Maggie, or Van. This included becoming the maid. She would often dress in a fetish maid outfit that covered as little as possible. That night her maid outfit consisted of white lace and black latex bows strategically placed on her top, which was made of straps, so the bows would sit over the nipples on her perky breasts. Her black latex and white lace thong barely covered her slit, and went up her ass to the point it disappeared between her butt cheeks before reappearing at the small of her back. To complete her outfit, she had on black fishnet stockings, and black, shiny. eight-inch platform, high-heel shoes.

Maggie deep throated Van’s hot and hard cock, and the super powered man gave a grunt that he was about to cum. Van let out, “I’m going to cum.” Maggie grabbed Van’s butt cheeks and pulled him deeply down her throat. A hot salty squirt of semen expelled into Maggie’s throat. The blonde woman started shaking as her orgasm rocked her world. Van had made sure Maggie would enjoy giving him blowjobs as much as he liked having them. Van jerked half a dozen times, and Maggie’s pussy convulsed twice that. After a long moment of neither doing anything sexual, Maggie extracted Van’s dick from her throat like it was a sword of power. A sticky, slimy, covered in white stringy genetic material, but still powerful. Maggie quickly licked his cock clean of everything.

“Thank you,” Van said, “I needed that after the day I had.”

“I noticed you are home very early,” Maggie said wiping her mouth, and standing up, pulling the robe up and onto her shoulders. “It finally happened?”

“Yeah, they wanted me to resign, but I’m making them fire me,” Van said.

Van looked over at his French maid slave. She’d barely blinked, and hadn’t even looked over at Van face fucking Maggie. “Tanu,” Van said and the villain turned to face him, still blank of face, and still very robotic. Van continued, “could you please get me something to drink.”

“Yes, Master,” Tanu said evenly. Her words sounded just as blank and robotic as her body. She stiffly went into the kitchen as Van closed up his pants.

“So, what are we going to do?” Maggie asked as she pushed her body against Van’s, the part of her body not covered by her robe.

“We’ll think of something,” Van said and Tanu came back with a bottle of beer, the cap already off. “Thank you,” Van said to Tanu. The slave woman went to the side of the room, and stood there, eyes open and barely blinking, waiting.

“We could whore out Tanu,” Maggie offered. “Maybe turn her into some kind of internet porn slut that will do anything.”

“No,” Van said a little shocked. He took a drink of his beer and then asked, “Have you been proofreading those obscene sex novels again?”

“I take any work that comes my way,” Maggie stated.

“That’s a, yes,” Van and Maggie both said at the same time.

Van went up to the bedroom, and started changing into more comfortable clothes. “Super Security, or maybe the U.S. Marshalls would like to have me?” Van said.

“Too bad you’re honest,” Maggie said at the bedroom’s doorway, “you’d make a great villain.”

“I’m still a cop, a super cop, and I will not start doing things I’ve busted other people for,” Van said pulling on shorts and a t-shirt.

“Security adviser?” Maggie offered. “Go to places and point out where they’re weak when it comes to supervillains?”

“Maybe,” Van said grabbing his beer again and walking out of the bedroom, giving Maggie a kiss on the lips as he went.

“You smell like beer,” Maggie said with a grin.

“You smell like sex,” Van offered.

Distantly a phone started ringing. Van rolled his eyes as he realized his phone was still in his pants pocket. Maggie was closer and got the phone out.

“Unknown number, your side piece?” Maggie joked.

“My only side piece is Tanu, and she’s had more sex with you than me,” Van stated. He answered the call as he went down the stairs to the first floor.

“Hello,” Van said into the phone as he headed for the living room.

“Hello, is this Mister Smith, Mister Jason ‘Vanish’ Smith?” A woman on the other end asked.

Van sighed. He figured someone would call eventually. “Yes, this is he,” Van said dropping onto the couch.

“I am calling on behalf of the Supreme Super Teams,” the woman said over the phone. Van looked confused at this as Maggie snuggled up to hear the conversation. “Please hold.”

“Supreme Super Teams?” Maggie said confused. Even Tanu’s eyes looked over at the couple on the couch with a touch of confusion. Van just shrugged his shoulders.

There was a click on the phone and then a man’s voice said, “Hello, is this Mister Smith?”

“It is,” Van said, “and you are?”

“This is Donald Kerchers,” the man said with a fun and energetic tone. “I’m one of the CEOs of Supreme Super Teams.”

“Nice to make your acquaintance Mister Kerchers,” Van said looking confused at Maggie.

“Call me Donald,” Donald Kerchers said. “What do you like to be called?”

“Um, Van, usually, short for Vanish,” Van said not sure where the conversation was going.

“I love it, Van, and I love the hero’s name, Vanish,” Donald said sounding like he meant it. “I have to ask, when did you get that name?”

“Not long after I found out I could turn invisible,” Van said. “My friends were trying to come up with a better name than Invis-boy. Vanish sounded cooler to a bunch of teens. Then people just shortened it to Van, and that’s who I became. Even my parents call me Van.”

“Fantastic back story,” Donald said. “I bet you’re wondering why I’m calling.”

“Yes,” Van said simply.

“You got on my radar after you had Tanu Foss take down some of the FBI that were corrupt but well meaning,” Donald stated. “I liked that. It showed that you were fair and honest. That’s something lacking in, well, everywhere.”

“I’m not getting the picture here, Donald,” Van said sitting up, and Maggie getting off him so he could do so. “Did you want something from me?”

“I wanted to offer you a position on one of our super teams,” Donald said. “I’m betting by now there’s been some pressure for you to be demoted or fired?”

“Resign or be fired,” Van said. “How did you know?”

“I know how these people work,” Donald stated. “I also know that if they don’t want you, I do.”

Van paused for a heartbeat. “Why?” Van asked.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Van, how long have you been a cop?” Donald finally asked.

“Going on fifteen years,” Van said.

“Lots of experience, lots of awards, lots of legal dealings,” Donald said. “Those are things that most of the other super powered people on my teams don’t have. Van, I need someone who knows how the law works. You know how to deal with evidence, witnesses, lawyers, and prosecutors. Need I say, also paperwork. I can have people teach my heroes this, but nothing compares with experience. I don’t want a villain getting off because someone messed up one word on the Miranda rights.”

“You want me on some super team?” Van said curious. “Not the League of Inappropriate Heroes.”

“You wouldn’t fit in on team Rho, besides they’re doing fine,” Donald stated. “Team Zeta, however, has an opening due to unfortunate circumstances. I want you.”

“Isn’t Zeta nicknamed ‘The Bad Boys’? Doesn’t that team rightfully have a reputation for being ethically questionable?” Van asked.

“They can be a bit more, brutal, than needed,” Donald said. “That’s why I need someone within the law to point them in the right direction. Should I mention the pay and benefits?”

“I’d like to see anything in writing,” Van said and Donald chuckled at this. “Do you need my email?”

“I already have it,” Donald said. “We’re very good at research here. Look at it like this, we can get the Feds off your back, you will get more money and perks than you can dream of, and just to sweeten the pot, you get to keep Tanu with no questions.”

“You know about that?” Van asked looking over at his silent slave.

“Very good at research,” Donald said. “I’m sending the info now. Talk it over with your wife, and let me know in a day or two. My personal number is at the bottom of the email.”

“One question,” Van interrupted before the call was over. “Why do you want a super cop on a super team?”

“I don’t want a super cop on my super team,” Donald said. “I want an honest cop on my super team. The fact you can turn invisible just makes you more qualified.” Van wasn’t sure what to say to this.

“Thank you,” Van said feeling good about his decision to defend unjustly imprisoned villains for the first time.

“Let me know what you decide,” Donald said. The two said their good-byes and Van hung up.

Van looked at Maggie. Van looked shocked. Maggie looked as happy as when he proposed to her. “YOU’RE GOING TO BE ON A SUPREME SUPER TEAM!” Maggie yelled in his face. “This is amazing! OH MY GOD! I’m going to scream!”

“Don’t,” Van said, “and that’s a command.”

“Yes Master,” Maggie said nodding her head. “Aren’t you excited!”

“Yes, shocked, but still excited,” Van said.

“You don’t sound it,” Maggie said looking at him.

“I was planning on discussing this with you and having a logical progression to a yes, or no about ing a super team,” Van said thinking as he talked. “It seems you already have your opinion.”

“Yes,” Maggie said quickly. “I’ve always known you had more going for you than being a city cop. Now, it is literally being handed to you.”

Van sighed and finished his beer. “What do you think Tanu?” Van asked his slave.

“Don’t make the poor girl think,” Maggie muttered.

Tanu turned and looked at Van. “Master, I do not understand the question?” Tanu asked.

Van rolled his eyes. “I know you were listening, so what do you think about me being on a Supreme Super Team?” Van asked.

“I understand that, Master,” Tanu stated. “You will be on the team, that is not a question. So, the question of, ‘what I think’, doesn’t matter. You can change my thinking with a sentence.”

“God that makes me hot,” Maggie said rubbing her bare pussy.

Van rolled his eyes again. “Tanu, why do you think I will be on a super team?” Van asked.

“You are a Super Cop,” Tanu said. “If not working for the city, then working for the Supreme Super Teams. This is not a question. The only question would be, how long until you realize this?”

“Even mindless she’s better at thinking than I am,” Van said to Maggie. Maggie nodded. “Well, that’s about all we need to say about that. I’m on a Supreme Super Team.” Van stood up.

“I guess this means we need to celebrate,” Maggie said excitedly.

“Damn straight,” Van said with a glint in his eyes. “Both of you, activate program Sex-Mink, arousal level,” at this Van paused to see the hopeful look in both women’s eyes, “MAX, MAX.” This was something else that had changed in the past three months.

Both women started shaking with lust. Their nipples stood hard as rocks on their firm breasts. Sex juices started rolling down their legs as they both lubricated naturally with anticipation of Van fucking them. Their entire body language turned to sexy and seductive as their flesh flushed with arousal. This program in their minds made them unable to speak. They also couldn’t touch Van, but he could touch them.

Her body breaking out in sweat, and her pussy dripping onto the floor, Maggie dropped the robe, and started doing a seductive dance before Van. She swayed her breasts, dragged her finger through her drenched cunt, and humped the air with her shaved pussy. The look in her eyes was smoldering with lust and desire.

Tanu had come alive. No longer a mindless drone, she now was dancing a slow seductive dance. She spun her seductive body around on her tall heels. With a deft maneuver she flung off her top, showing her perk breasts with diamond hard nipples. She slid her thong to the side, letting a flood of juices flow out of her and get trapped by her fishnet stockings. It was her eyes that spoke of the change the most. Her glassy stare was gone, taken over by a deep dark look of eroticism fixated upon Van.

Maggie grabbed Tanu, and pulled the woman to her. The two women kissed with tongue, ionately as their bare breasts rubbed together. They kept one eye on Van to see if he was watching, and he was, his cock tenting up his shorts. Maggie grabbed Tanu’s stockings and thong, and with one motion, pealed them down to her platform heels. Tanu was rubbing, seductively Maggie’s back, and then rear, spreading the blonde woman’s ass, to show her pussy and puckered star. Maggie got Tanu’s shoes unbuckled and the woman stepped out of them. Standing, Maggie was taller, but they didn’t just stand there. Both women continued their erotic embrace and seductive swaying.

Van couldn’t take any more, and grabbed Maggie. He bent her over the back of the couch, and rubbed his hands all over her ass. Maggie looked like she wanted to moan in delight, but she was not permitted to speak until Van had climaxed. That was the rule. Regardless it looked like she was about to climax herself with his hands sliding on her smooth skin, under her large breasts, pinching a nipple, sliding over her developed abdomen, and to her dripping snatch. Van pulled Maggie’s lower lips apart, and putting two fingers into her. Maggie started to shake violently, and from between her legs, out her vagina, came a strong spray of sex juices. Maggie gripped the couch as her body started to convulse with her first orgasm.

Van leaned back, and pulled his shirt off in one movement. He then forced his shorts to the floor. His cock was long, hard, and thick. Lined with veins, and with a head like a bullet. He didn’t need to work to enter his wife, as her body smoothly took him into her. Her body was drenched in sweat, her pussy slick with other fluids, and it was still clenching at times as Van filled her body with his own. Van let his body sway into motion as he slid in and out of Maggie. Her blonde hair thrashed around as her body was overloaded with sexual energy. Van had barely gotten into rhythm when Maggie was tipped over the edge again, and her body climaxed. Pussy juices flooded the couch, as her thick legs quivered at the speed of a paint mixer. She collapsed onto the couch, her hips bucking as she came hard and long.

Van pulled out of Maggie, and pulled over Tanu. Her thin body was easy for him to bend her over Maggie’s convulsing one. Neither woman seemed to care that they were sweaty and firmly pressed together. Their pussies so close that Van could pump into one woman, and with the next thrust, the other. Maggie was still in the throes of her orgasm when Van went into the woman on top.

Tanu’s eyes crossed as Van filled her body with his dick. Her wet cunt offered little resistance to Van’s man rod entering her. Tanu felt her body starting to peak, and reached to grab for anything to achieve a semblance of reality. The slave woman grabbed hold of Maggie’s firm breasts. Tanu’s mind and body didn’t just tip over the edge of an orgasm, but was flung like a rag doll. She was cumming hard, and over and over, her pussy clenching so strongly it could have cracked walnuts. With each thrust her pussy let out a spirt of juices, onto Maggie’s already drenched body. For Maggie’s part she was able to hold back on her own orgasm, mostly.

Van pulled from Tanu and into Maggie’s welcoming cunt. Maggie came with the ferocity of a tornado. Everything was moving for her, and none of it by her conscious mind. Arms and legs were shaking violently. Her pussy was clenching hard as a punch press, and then relaxing just half a heartbeat before clenching hard again around Van’s iron like cock. Maggie’s eyes rolled back into her head so far, only the whites showed. From Maggie’s slack jaw, a line of drool flowed silently out, down to the couch cushions.

Van pulled from Maggie, and plunged deep into Tanu. Her lithe body heated up to incinerator levels in an instant. Her inner muscles contracted hard around Van’s dick within her, either to enhance his pleasure, or keep him within her body, no one could tell. Her hands reached out, and gripped the couch as Van stroked her insides with his hard cock. Tanu’s eyes crossed as the orgasm ballooned to mammoth proportions in a half dozen heartbeats. One more stroke put her over the edge, making her pussy squirt, her cunt clench, and her body look like she was being electrocuted. Eyes crossed, arms and legs shaking, her pussy squirting onto her mistress below her. The idea of sex had turned to pure carnal pleasure drowning out all other thoughts for Tanu. For Tanu, there was darkness creeping in on the edges of her vision.

Van pulled out and issued a command, “Both of you, on your knees. I want to spray you with my cum.”

It took a moment for Tanu to command her body to move. She did so, despite her shaking and her pussy still climaxing. Maggie struggled to get down next to her fellow slave, but with determination that only obedience could muster, the blonde got onto the floor.

Van was already pumping his long, thick, and hard cock. “When I cum,” Van said ready to do just that, “you’ll have the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had.”

Van let his cum out, and from his vein covered rod came the white. Semen as sticky as it was slick shot out in a stringy clump. The first shot landing on Maggie’s firm breasts. Van’s second shot got Tanu on her chest just above and between her breasts. Van was hoping to get either woman’s face, but didn’t get the chance.

“AAAHHH!!!” Maggie cried out as Van’s cum hit her flesh. The command to be silent while having sex in Mink-Mode shattered, as did her mind. Her body burst with an orgasm that was as painful as it was pleasurable. Her pussy pulsed with impossibly strong convulsions. Her body from finger to back to toes flopped around like a dying fish. Then her mind saved itself from any damage, and shut down. The blonde woman dropped like the proverbial sack of potatoes. With her pussy still showing involuntary convulsions, Maggie had fallen unconscious.

Tanu was similar in many ways. As soon as Van’s semen landed on her chest, the orgasm hit like a nuclear bomb. She froze, like a statue. Her body tensing every muscle. There was no thought, or even feeling, as through the slave’s body an erotic electric charge rolled around inside her frame. It took many moments for her to drop down to the ground, and her body to writhe over and over again with wave after wave of an orgasm that seemed to have no end. Each wave of her orgasm was punctuated with Tanu’s pussy shooting out a stream of cum juice. With a mercy her mind would have appreciated, Tanu dropped unconscious from her orgasm.

“Oh, that’s right,” Van said looking down at the unconscious women. “I should really set a limit on that.” Van carefully picked up Maggie, and, much like their wedding night, carried her to the bedroom. Van kicked the sheets back and carefully laid Maggie down, before covering her up. Van went back and picked up the still unconscious Tanu. She moved some as he picked her up, and as if instinct she nestled into his chest. Van kicked back the sheets again, causing Maggie to whine a little in her slumber. Van put Tanu on the bed, and then as carefully as he could, climbed in between them. Van pulled the covers up over the three of them.

Maggie rolled towards Van, pressing her warm and smooth body against his. Tanu rested her head on Van’s shoulder, finding a spot she had said in the past was the most comfortable for her. Van was warm, contented, and well fucked. It was still the afternoon, but Van was feeling tired and sleepy. Maggie’s hands started moving, rubbing up and down Van’s hairy chest.

“We should celebrate you becoming a super star,” Maggie said in a sleepy voice.

“I thought we just did,” Van replied. “We’ll do something more appropriate later. Let’s just take a little nap.” Van could feel Tanu starting to stiffen next to him, a clear sign the woman was awake, going back to her normal mindless state.

“Is there anything I can do for you while you sleep, Master?” Tanu asked.

“Yes, sleep with me,” Van said with a smile. “You both can wake me up in an hour, with a mutual blowjob. For now, I command you both to sleep.”

Both women obeyed. The women’s eyes slammed shut and both were just barely able to get out, “Yes…”

Van scooted a bit to get more comfortable. He had to it, this was one of his good days. He had a sexy wife, a sexy mistress, a future job where he could have it all, and the fucking was amazing. As Van let the smooth and soft darkness of sleep take him, he wondered what was next for him and his family.