The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Star Shine

Several days after being rescued from her enslavement to the super villains Stunner and the Royal by Indigo and Snapshot and after having two group sessions together with her Valor Force teammates and two individual sessions with Indigo’s friend, the psychologist, Dr. Evangeline Snow, Gillian Grey was doing the one thing she simply loved to do. She was flying over the city late at night. She wasn’t on patrol tonight. She wasn’t a member of the Valor Force tonight. And she wasn’t the super heroine Star Shine. Not tonight. Tonight, she was simply... Gillian, a woman that could fly. She had to it her two private sessions with Eva had helped her a lot more than she first thought they would. Of course, after Eva told them all that she, herself, was a meta human telepath and the mostly retired River City super heroine known as Whitewash and that she had been captured, defeated and turned into a mindlessly obedient sex slave more than once herself, they were all much more open and willing to talk to her. They knew that she TRULY understood what they had all gone through. Even if none of them could a fucking minute of it!

Gillian took a deep breath as she deliberately dropped down, flew lower and sped up to fly between, around and through the city’s taller buildings using them as an improvised maze to test herself. And, honestly, it was just... fun. Flying close enough to more than a few of the buildings to not only see her reflection, but actually reach out and touch the glass with her fingertips, she finally came to a stop as she slowed down, flipped and twisted her body so that her white, thigh high, leather boots gently touched the window of one building. Relishing the quiet time, the sense of sheer freedom and simple joy that flying gives her, Gillian used the window to push off and made another sharp, twisting, ninety degree turn that had her headed back up high above the clouds as she flew ever faster. Coming to a stop and hovering in place, Gillian looked back down through the thin, spotty clouds at the city she calls home. She loves Valley City. She loves the friendly people, the great food, the bookstores, the coffee shops, the beautiful, large, open parks, the university where she teaches mathematics, cosmology and physics courses, the... just... ALL of it! She knew that she loved the city. She knew that she was meant to help the people of Valley City and she knew she wasn’t done. It would take more than what happened to her to make her quit. Taking a deep breath and knowing she couldn’t avoid it any longer, she flew to the one building, the one... place she had deliberately avoided since being rescued from her enslavement.

Landing on the open roof of the STILL not finished Bauer building, Gillian made her way down several finished floors to where it happened. Where she was... betrayed by the already enslaved Miss Amazing, captured by Stunner and taken to and turned into a mindless sex slave by the Royal. Standing in the center of the now finished office floor where it happened, an all too normal-looking office floor already full of cubicles, desks, chairs, computers and monitors, Gillian took a deep breath as she looked around. Catching her reflection in the floor to ceiling glass “wall” that separated one of two large conference rooms from the rest of the floor, Gillian looked at herself. After staring at her costumed reflection for a long moment, Gillian realized that Eva was right. Fortunately, due to how the Royal’s ability to control minds works, Gillian had no actual memory of being a lesbian sex slave. She didn’t anything she did while she was a slave. She didn’t anything her... “mistresses” made her do or how they... used her. She didn’t how she served or... satisfied them. And even after talking to Eva, she still couldn’t decide if that actually made it better or worse for her. Was NOT knowing what happened to you, having NO conscious memory of the last several WEEKS of your life better than knowing what you did, ing how you were... used and having to “deal with it” better? Or Worse? Regardless, she DOES know who she is. She IS the super heroine Star Shine. She IS a member of the Valor Force and she IS back! She also knew there was one more very important thing she had to do. Tapping her earpiece, she makes a call as she heads back to the roof.

“...Gillian? Are you okay, honey?! It’s so late, is... is something... wrong? Please tell me you’re all right, sweetheart?”

Hearing the clear and obvious concern in her mother’s voice makes her both the fear in the voices and the concern and fear on the faces of the people that have been threatened, put in danger and actually hurt by the city’s various super villains as they committed their crimes and the happiness and gratitude they have recieved from all the people the Valor Force and the city’s other heroes have helped over the years. Gillian knows that this decision, at least, is the right one. She smiles to herself as she realizes that it’s the only “choice” she could make. This was something she should have done years ago.

“Hi, mom. Yes, it’s me. Sorry for calling so late and scaring you. Can I come over? There’s something I... we... we need to... talk.”

Frost

“I will say this only once! Put that little girl gently down on the floor, drop your weapon and give up, NOW!!”

“N-no way..., Fr-frost! I let her go and you’ll... you’ll fr-freeze my ass like... like you did Brigade and then that... uh, that oth-other guy you froze to the wall back a few w-weeks ago. I seen the news that night. And I re-reemmmeem... ber! So y-you just... b-back off... and give me... room. I mean it, hero. You j-just step back..., now!”

“Frost, please! Do whatever he says! Don’t let him hurt my baby. Not my Annie, PLEASE!!”

Frost turns around to look at the woman that was obviously the little girl’s mother. Annie’s mother. She could see and understand that she was scared. She understood that she was worried about her daughter. But right now Frost honestly wished she would just shut the fuck up. Frost knew instantly the situation had just gotten worse when the crook started talking again. She could hear his confidence returning when he realized that he actually DID have the advantage.

“Yeah, Frost. Y-you know what? That’s a r-really... damn good idea. Yeah, y-you’re going to... to do wh-whatever I tell you to do or... or else! You can start by... uhh... g-g-gettin’ down on... on your knees. Yeah, get down on your kn-knees, hero. Do it!”

With a large, powerful pistol pressed firmly against Annie’s temple, the crook looked at Frost with a dangerously renewed confidence. Frost turned back to Annie’s mom and met her gaze with an expression that screamed a very irritated... “Thanks a lot!” Then she turned back to the crook and his very young, very... small hostage. As a way of trying to keep the situation from getting any more dangerous, Frost slowly raised her hands and dropped to her knees to kneel before the crook. Frost, or Katherine Williams, the one member of the Valor Force that has NO problem... stretching the rules or using what she’s been told (on far too many ocassions in her opinion) was... excessive force, whatever the fuck that meant, when it came to stopping the bad guys, and that was long BEFORE she was rescued and made aware of the fact that she and her teammates had been captured, enslaved, dominated and used as sex slaves by the Royal and Stunner, and had been for weeks, was actually trying to hold herself back.

“Ooh yeah. That’s mmuuch... b-better. You look re-really good like that, Frost! Yeah, the famous, oh so p-powerful and bad-ass “Ice Queen” on her kn-knees. You’re not ss-soo... t-tough now, are you... hero?”

Frost just looked up at him as an idea came to her. A very satisfying idea. She took a deep breath, looked right into his eyes and simply... smiled. A smile on Frost’s face when you’re the bad guy facing her is a rather... un-nerving thing to see, to say the least.

“Wh-why you... smilin’, Frost? Huh? I’m in charge here. N-not you. You do what I say! Yeah, th-that’s right. I’M... in charge here, n-not... you!”

Twisting at the waist, Frost turned and looked over her left shoulder at the people standing behind her and lined up against the wall of the gallery, then to her right through the gallery’s large, all glass front windows to the cop-filled street and then back to him and actually shrugged her shoulders.

“Indeed? Yes, I will grant that you are in command here. So, you have several scared people sitting close together in an art gallery surrounded by heavily armed police, you are threatening a small child with a powerful handgun to her head and you have the super hero Frost on her knees kneeling in front of you? May I ask what your next step is?”

Marty Jenkins turned to his left and looked through the gallery’s windows at the two dozen or more cops crouching behind their patrol cars, standing across the street and up at the snipers with their rifles pointed at him from the rooftops above. ALL of them pointed directly at him. He looked down at the kid in his arms, at the dozen or so other people standing against the wall in front of him and then back down at the powerful super heroine that he had on her knees on the floor. Being a three-time felon already, he knew that even the hard-core criminals would be waiting for him when he went back to prison. Knowing exactly what they’d be saying, he could already hear them talking in his mind.

‘Did you really hold a fucking gun on a little girl and hide behind her just to save your bitch ass?’

He knew this was not going to end well for him. He knew that as soon as he hit prison, they would show him exactly who the... bitch was! He knew that going to prison for anything involving little kids was very... unhealthy. Smiling when he got a sudden idea, he took a deep breath and decided to just “go for broke.” This might... might save his ass when he hit the cells.

“My n-next step? You want to know what my n-next step is, Frost? I’ll show you what m-mmyy next step is. I’ll... I... I... Oh yeah, now that’s a gr-great idea. You’re gonna... sh-show me your tits. Yeah, that’s right. You’re g-gonna... unzip that sexy, tight costume in front of all these... p-people and... and you’re g-g-gonna show me them big, ju-juicy titties, right nnn-now, hero!”

“EXCUSE ME!?! Are you... delirious? Do you not understand your situation? The only thing between you and several armed police officers is a very transparent glass wall. You are threatening to seriously harm a small child, you have a powerful Super and a dozen hostages at gunpoint. You are definitely going to prison and you tell me to show you my breasts? Are you serious?”

“Yeah..., Frost. You’re right. I... I AM g-going back to pr-prison. And you and I both knnnoow what kind of... reception I’ll g-get when I get there! Ss-ssoo, I’ve got n-nothing left to... to lose. So, sh-show me your damn... tits. Now, Frost!”

Looking at Marty, Frost easily recognized the expression on his sweaty face. An expression that was an all too obvious mix of stress, fear, near panic and maybe even a little... regret? Frost knew she HAD to calm him down. She needed him to relax. Even knowing that what she planned to do would work, the risk to Annie at the moment was just too much, even for her. Not even Frost would risk a child’s life. She knew what she had to do. After taking a deep breath, she slowly raised her hands higher and held them up in front of her. Frost had to keep his attention focused entirely on her and off of the little girl.

“All right, Marty, all right. Just please calm down. I’ll do it. I’ll show you my breasts. Just... please point that gun away from the girl’s head. We don’t want anything to happen evenby accident, right?”

Saying nothing, Marty looked at the kneeling Frost as she slowly moved her hands up under her neck to the zipper of her costume. As she slowly unzipped the front of her special, Mytech-designed, white, spandex costume, Marty moved his pistol from Annie’s temple to under her chin. He pulled her tighter against him as he took a step closer to Frost.

‘Damn! Putting that pistol under her chin makes this even riskier now. I can’t take the chance, not while he’s holding her like that!’

Scrapping her initial plan as much too dangerous for Annie, Frost quickly came up with a second one. She hated it. It would be embarrassing as hell for her, but, at the moment, she simply couldn’t think of anything else. Taking a deep breath, she slowly unzipped her costume and exposed her large, bra-covered breasts to Marty.

“Y-you think I’m pl-playing here, Frost? The bra too. Sh-show me your bare, na-naked tits, hero. Right now, damn it!”

Silently gritting her teeth as she mentally visualized her next few moves carefully in her mind, Frost pulled the white, lace bra cups aside and exposed her large, pale, bare breasts to Marty’s view. Ignoring the whispered comments from a few of the hostages behind her as they stared at her all too clear reflection on the mirrored walls that were intended to highlight the art surrounding them, Frost focused her attention on the asshole standing over her. She just hoped her plan would work.

“Daammnn, that is one sweet p-pair of... tits you’ve got, Fr-frost! N-now, I... uh, want you to... to come here and...”

“I will NOT allow you touch me!”

“Oh, you think so, hero? You b-better ... who’s in ch-charge here! Me. I’m in charge, n-not you. S-so you just come here and l-let me get a handful of them soft, warm titties for myself.”

Keeping her expression neutral even as Marty reacted exactly as she expected, even wanted him to, Frost deliberately stood up and started walking toward him.

“Stop right there, Frost! I’m not stu-stupid. I don’t know what you’re... planning Frost, but y-you... you just get back d-down on... on your knees. You can still... crawl... on.. on your knees. Just come here..., p-put your hands behind your head and... and let me play with those big, beautiful tits.”

Saying nothing in response, Katherine drops back down to her knees and “walks” over to Marty. Once she’s close enough, Marty smiles as he reaches out and grabs her right breast in his left hand and squeezes it a few times. As he switches to her left breast, she takes another deep breath as she allows him to crudely grope her breasts like some clueless teenage boy for several seconds. Then, while Marty was... distracted and without warning, she suddenly drops low, puts both hands palms down on top of his shoes and quickly encases Marty in a block of ice up to his eyes, being careful to completely encase him in ice but NOT touch Annie. Quickly rising to her feet, Frost grabs Annie and spins her body around so that Annie is safely in front of her and her body is between Annie and Marty. She quickly takes several steps away from him. Taking a minute to check her out, Frost can see that the little girl is scared, but otherwise unharmed. After taking a moment to quickly fix her bra and zipping the front of her costume back up, Frost speaks to the girl in an attempt to calm her down and make her feel better.

“It’s all right, Annie. You’re safe now. The bad man can’t hurt you any more. Are you okay?”

As her mother rushes over to her daughter, Annie looks at the scary man covered in a big block of ice and then back to Frost. She reaches out and wraps her arms around Frost’s neck and hugs her tight.

“Miss Frost, you... you saved me from... the scary, bad man? Thank you so mmuu...”

Annie is interrupted when her mother pulls her away from Frost and wraps her in a tight hug and kisses her on the cheek. After several seconds holding her young daughter tight against her chest, Alicia Green looks at Frost. She reaches out with her left arm to Frost as she holds Annie with her right. Frost takes the woman’s hand and shakes it. Frost is NOT... a hugger.

“Thank you, Frost. Oh God, thank you so much!! I was so scared when that mother fuu... uuh..., ugly man grabbed Annie! Thank you very much!!”

“You’re welcome, Miss. I’m only sorry I wasn’t able to stop him before he grabbed her.”

Frost goes quiet when Annie puts her hands together, looks at her mom and starts talking almost in a whisper.

“Did... did you see what he... made her do, mommy? That bad man with the.. the uh... pistol gun was yelling at miss Frost. And then he made her get on her knees. Then he... he made her... made her show him her... her boobies. He made her show him her... her private parts. He shouldn’t do that, right mommy? That’s mean and a bad thing to do, isn’t it, mommy?”

Very much relieved and holding her daughter in a tight hug now with both arms, Alicia looks at Frost and then as they both smile at her, she looks down into her daughter’s young eyes and answers her.

“Yes, honey. That was very mean of him and a very bad thing for him to make her do. But, it’s over now and you’re safe now and we are going home. That’s all that matters now.”

“Wait, mommy. I...I have to thank miss Frost for saving me, don’t I? She saved me from the scary, bad man and now I have to thank her.”

Annie turns to Frost and looks at her then quickly turns back to her mother with tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby? You’re safe now. It’s all over and we are going home.”

Annie looks at her mom and pats her hands together as she continues to talk to her in a whisper.

“I know, mommy. But... I don’t have anything to... to give her for saving me. I have to give her something to tell her thank you.., don’t I, mommy? That’s what you always tell me. You have to give people a gift when they do something nice for you, don’t you, mommy?”

After meeting Alicia’s gaze and getting a quick and happy nod from her, Frost reaches out, takes Annie in her arms and hugs her tight for a long moment. Then she pulls away, looks into Annie’s eyes and smiles at her. Hmm, maybe Frost IS a hugger, after all?

“But, you did, Annie. You were so brave when that scary, bad man was being so mean. You helped me so much.”

“I... I did? How did I help you, miss Frost, I... I didn’t do nothin’?”

“Yes, you did, Annie. You were being so brave that you made me feel brave too. You hepled me beat that bad man. So that means that you’re a super hero now, too, Annie.”

Frost reaches up, unzips a hidden pocket on her left shoulder, reaches in and pulls out a small, aluminum “super hero” badge that the Valor force ladies all carry with them for situations just like this and gives it to Annie. Annie takes the badge and breaks out in a huge grin. She reaches out and hugs Frost again. Then she turns back to her mother as she holds the badge up for her to see.

“Mommy, mommy, look! Did you hear miss Frost? She says I’m a super hero! That I helped her. Isn’t that good, mommy? I did a good thing, didn’t I?”

Alicia hugs her daughter tight for another long moment and then looks into her eyes and smiles.

“Yes, you did, Annie. You were such a brave, big girl. I’m so proud of you!”

Then Alicia sets her down and turns to Frost. Tears in her eyes, she gives Katherine a tight hug.

“And thank you again, Frost. I’m so sorry that he... that you had to... to expose your... I’m sorry and I owe you sssoo much more than I can ever repay you!”

After letting Alicia hug her for a moment, Katherine gently but firmly pulls away.

“It’s... all right, Alicia. Annie is safe and that son-of-a-bi... bi.. bird... wa-watcher is going to prison.”

“Bird... washer? What’s a bird washer, mommy? There aren’t any birds in here. Mommy, is miss Frost being silly?”

Alicia and Frost look at each other again and just laugh as the relief washes over both of them.

“Yes, Annie. Miss Frost is being silly. And we are going home. Tell miss Frost good bye, honey.”

“Okay, mommy. Good bye, miss Frost. You’re my most favorite super hero. Thank you so much for saving me from that bad man.”

“You’re very welcome, Annie. And you are MY most favorite hero too. You be safe, Annie.”

As Alicia and Annie Green follow the police officer out of the gallery and out to the ambulance to get Annie checked out by one of the paramedics on the scene, Frost turns to face the waiting police lieutenant she knows very well. Her happy mood instantly gone, she meets his clearly irritated gaze with her own.

“What?!”

“You want to melt the ice over his face so he can breathe BEFORE he suffocates?”

“No.”

Turning to leave, Frost stops when he grabs her by the elbow. The look on her face when she looks at him makes her feelings very... clear.

“Sorry, Frost. But, with all due respect, I’m serious. He could suffocate before we can chip that ice away from his face without hurting him. Not to mention the fact that now we’ll have to take him to the hospital so they can check him for frost bite.”

“With all due respect, Lieutenant Marks.., fuck him!”

When she turns and heads toward the gallery’s double, glass doors this time, he doesn’t stop her. Hearing the crook as he tries to scream through his ice-covered mouth, Frost stops at the doors and turns back to meet Lieutenant Marks’s gaze. After looking directly into Marty’s eyes for a deliberate and satisfyingly lloonng moment, Frost smiles as she holds her hand up and... sslloowwllyy removes the ice from his face so that he can breathe. As Frost walks out of the gallery, creates an ice slide and quickly leaves the area, Lieutenant Darren Marks takes a deep breath and shakes his head as he takes his phone out of his suit jacket pocket and makes a call.

“...Lady Blue? Yes, this is Lt. Marks. I’m sorry to... It’s about Frost. Yes, again.... This IS getting serious. This is the THIRD... in two weeks... Actually, I DO understand, Lady Blue... Yes, she saved the... but both of the prior... Because I spoke to the E.R. doctor in each case and... Look, I’m sorry... but, hero or not, we can’t allow... No, I’m sure I DON’T know what happ... I AM grateful to her. And to all of you... No, I... No, I’m afraid we’re past... Yes, but if you don’t... No, its not a threat... Surely you under... Yes, I... If you... then, we’ll have to...“

Magpie

“Stacy? Stacy, I know you’re home. Please let me in. We need to talk. And I’d rather not do it through your front door.”

Dr. Evangaline Snow, the very lovely, highly skilled and experienced psychologist, powerful, meta human telepath and former super heroine known as Whitewash, was all too familiar with the very real physical risks, mental issues and potential psychological trauma that came with being a meta human and a costumed super hero. And, even more so, she was also personally very well aware of the additional risks that a beautiful and sexy FEMALE hero faced. The... physical risks no one openly talks about, but everyone quietly acknowledges and understands. And that was why she was standing at the front door of Stacy Reynold’s apartment. Having tried and failed to get any response from her over the last few days, both Angelina and Megan had called Eva and asked her to talk to Stacy while she was still in town. After their initial group session, Eva quickly recognized that it would take time for her to help these six powerful women deal with what had happened to them after being captured, enslaved and dominated by the super villains the Royal and Stunner. Having been captured, enslaved and used as an obedient sex slave herself more than once, Eva knew exactly what they were dealing with.

“Stacy...? STACY?! Open the door, hon... I need you to...”

Hearing the deadbolt and the lock being unlocked, Eva smiled. Her smile quickly disappeared when Stacy opened the door with the chain still in place. Carefully and subtly scanning her surface thoughts, Eva knew she had to go slow with Stacy. Very slow.

“...Doctor... Snow? Wh-what do you...? Why are you... here?”

“Hello Stacy. I’m here because your... “four best friends” are worried about you. We all are. You’re not answering calls or texts. You’re not answering the door. Your other friends say they can’t even get you to come out. That you absolutely refuse to leave your apartment at all. May I come in? Please?“

Stacy stares at Eva for a moment. Eva smiles back. She doesn’t need her telepathy to see how fragile Stacy is right now. She sees it in her face as clearly now as she did the first time they met. As soon as Stacy found out that she was a telepath, Eva saw her step back and literally, physically retreat from her. She knew that Stacy was afraid of her. And she knew why. She knew that Stacy was afraid she would use her psychic powers to capture her mind and make Stacy her slave. Eva knew that getting Stacy to trust her enough to open up and talk to her and let Eva help her would take time. Time and effort. And even knowing full well what was happening in River City with Sabrina, with Sabrina AND Morgan, she knew she had to stay here and help Stacy. That’s why she had so quickly agreed to come to Valley City after Giselle had spoken to her and Gene. They knew that these women needed her help. Sabrina Cross and her mother Morgan would have Gene, Lacie and Eva’s twin sister Ana to lean on and help them get through what they were facing. Fortunately, they had been able to deal with the worst of their very unusual situation before Giselle ed them and Eva left River City. Eva smiles her warmest, calmest smile as Stacy looks at her. After a moment, Stacy shuts the door. Eva is about to say something when she hears the chain being slid off. This time Stacy opens the door a little further.

“Do I have a... choice? I mean if... if you wanted in, you could just take control of my mind.., couldn’t you, doctor? Make me open the door, right? You could make me do... whatever you wanted, couldn’t you..., doctor Snow?“

Eva knows this is both a big step for Stacy and a serious test for her. One that will determine what, if any, kind of relationship they will have. Fortunately, for Eva, telling Stacy the truth is easy. Unfortunately, for Stacy, hearing it won’t be.

“Yes, I... could force you, Stacy. Yes, I could use my telepathy to make you open the door. I could use my powers to make you my obedient slave. I could make you my mindelss, little sex toy. But, I won’t. And I think you know that. Don’t you, Stacy?“

Stacy Reynolds, the shape-shifting super heroine known as Magpie looks at the tall, beautiful, blonde woman dressed in head to toe white standing at her door. After another moment, she actually smiles and steps back to let her in.

“Thank you, Stacy.”

Stacy remains quiet as she closes and quickly relocks, bolts and chains the door behind Eva. As she follows Stacy down the short hallway to her open living room, Eva takes the opportunity to look around the apartment. She takes a deep breath as she looks to her left into the kitchen and sees and quickly recognizes all of the signs. The pile of forgotten, dirty dishes stacked in both sides of the double sink, the stack of various and empty take-out, T.V. dinner and frozen pizza boxes, the coffee maker turned off with the still half-full pot of cold coffee and the empty, plastic two litre soda and water bottles on the counter. The over-flowing trash can. All of the windows closed with black sheets hung over them like shields against the outside world. The television on but muted. The pillows on one end of the couch and the sheet and blankets piled together on the other end of the couch tell Eva that Stacy is even afraid to go to bed in her own home. And, of course, there was Stacy herself. The half-whispered responses, the clear, sarcastic irritation in her tone of voice, her messy hair, the loose, baggy and very unflattering clothes she was wearing, the half-peeled, flaky nail polish and even her demeanor, it all screamed... depression. Textbook depression and anxiety. No doubt, both of which stemmed from a strong fear of being captured and enslaved again. Stacy Reynolds is terrified of being captured and turned into a mindless, sex slave again. The soft-spoken, deeply caring, very loving and fiercely loyal Stacy Reynolds has completely collapsed in on herself. And what made what happened to her all the more traumatizing is the fact that Stacy Reynolds is a straight, hetero-sexual woman. Being a beautiful, twenty six year old woman that’s “been around the block”, she’s ready for a man to try to force himself on her, but the fact that she was turned into a lesbian sex slave by two female villains, the fact that two women did this to her, the fact that two other women, in her mind at least..., betrayed, attacked and used her for sex makes it that much worse. Eva took a deep, silent breath as she squeezed her purse. She was glad that she thought to bring it. Although, to her, it felt like an extreme measure to even consider, much less have to take. Unfortunately, after seeing what condition Stacy AND her apartment were in, Eva now suspected that it may very well take something this extreme to gain the genuine trust she would need from Stacy in order to help her without it taking days or even... weeks. As Stacy sat down and motioned for Eva to her on the couch, Eva took a deep breath. She didn’t want to use it, but she was ready if she had to.

“What do you want.., doctor? Wh-why are you... really here?“

“We need to talk Stacy. Rather, I need you to talk to me. I need you to open up and be honest with me. I need you to talk to me. I need you to trust me so you’ll open up to me and tell me what you’re really thinking and feeling about what happened, so that I can actually help you.”

Stacy looks at Eva as if she just suddenly grew a second head. Stacy’s explosive reaction makes even the powerful psychic take a mental step back.

“TRUST YOU!?! I don’t even know you..., doctor! If it weren’t for Angelina, Megan and... and the others, I would NEVER let a mind control... a tele... someone like...“

“Like me... near you? You would never let someone like me get close to you? You’d never be alone with someone with my... abilities, is that it, Stacy?”

Staring at Eva, Stacy’s eyes go wide with fear when she suddenly realizes what she’s done. She let this woman into her apartment. Into her home! She’s alone with someone that can take control of her mind! Take control of her! Make her a... Her fear getting the best of her, she quickly shifts into a large tiger and faces Eva.

“Stacy, wait! Please calm down. I’m NOT going to hurt you or enslave you. It’s obvious, you still don’t trust me enough to be alone with me. And, I can understand your apprehension, but I can’t help you if you won’t let me. So, just calm down. Hear me out and if you still don’t trust me, I’ll leave. Deal?”

The tiger looks at Eva, its muscles tensing as if to attack. After another moment, the tiger shifts back into a woman. Stacy sits down, but this time she sits in the chair to the left of the couch. She puts literal distance betwen them. As Stacy looks directly into her eyes, Eva quickly realizes that there is much more than a few feet of space seperating them. Seeing it as her last option to give Stacy the sense of safety SHE needs and to gain the trust that SHE needs from Stacy, Eva reaches for her purse. As Stacy watches, Eva takes something out of her purse. Setting it aside, Eva turns and faces Stacy. Seeing what Eva’s holding, Stacy is close to panicking again.

“What is... that?! Is that some kind of... collar? What are you...?“

“Stacy, please relax. This isn’t for you. It’s for... me.”

“For you? What do you mean... for you? What is it? Why do you have... that?”

“Yes, Stacy, it’s for me. I brought this to prove to you that you CAN trust me. I need you to not be afraid of me. I need you to be able to relax when you’re around me. I need you to trust me so you will open up and talk to me honestly. As for what it is? This is a high-tech collar that a very close friend created. Put simply, it completely neutralizes a meta human’s powers. But more than that, this specific collar is... unique. This collar forces the wearer to obey any commands they’re given while they wear it.“

“Forces the...? Obey? I don’t under... Are you saying... that if you put that on... that you... you have to... to...?”

“When I put this collar around my neck, I will be both totally powerless and completely under your control, Stacy. I will be YOUR slave.”

Stacy looks at Eva, down at the unusual looking collar in her hands and back up to her. The expression on Stacy’s face is a mixture of surprise, disbelief, confusion and... shock. It is exactly what Eva was looking for. With a reassuring smile on her face, Eva takes a deep breath, releases it and reaches up, places the collar around her own neck and snaps it into place. Even as Eva feels the rather unnerving loss of her psychic powers, Stacy watches her closely for several seconds as if she will change somehow.

“So, that’s... it? You’re completely powerless now? You have to... obey me? I can make you... do whatever I want? You’re my... slave?”

“Yes, Stacy. My powers are effectively gone while I wear this collar and I will obey your every command. I can’t resist or disobey you.”

“How do I know you won’t “obey” me just to... fake me out? What’s to keep you from simply lying to me to get me to “trust” you, doctor?”

“I think you know I wouldn’t do that, Stacy. I wouldn’t go to all of this trouble just to “fake it” now. But, if it helps.., test me. Insult me, Stacy. Not out loud, just in your mind. Call me a... a whore. Tell me to go fuck myself. Say whatever you want, Stacy. I won’t know what you’re thinking!”

Stacy just stares at Eva in total cofusion. She doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t know what to think. Taking a slow, deep breath of her own, Stacy decides to give it a try. She decides to test the good doctor.

‘Test you? Fuck you! Call you a whore? That would be insulting to whores! I don’t know much about telepaths, doctor, but I DO know that it would be all too easy for a... a... a slut like you to sit here and fake NOT reading my mind! To sit there and pretend what I say doesn’t offend a... a sad, little..., cock-hungry..., twat like you. You fucking... cunt! I may not have a PhD, Doctor Eva... Blow, but I’m not stupid either. Eat me, you lying... skank!’

Stacy almost laughs out loud as she stares into Eva’s clueless eyes as she smiles back at Stacy. Taking a minute to consider everything she just said, Stacy does laugh... at herself. She shakes her head as she realizes she just cussed more in the last ten seconds than she has in the last ten years!

‘Damn, where did THAT come from?! I don’t talk like.. that? God, what is wrong with me? Oh well, like my Grammie always said..., ‘In for a penny, in for a pound!’

Taking a deep breath as she realizes how “out of character” what she just thought is for her and how much what happened to her may have truly changed who she is, even if she can’t it, Stacy realizes that maybe she DOES need to talk to Dr. Snow. Taking another deep breath, she stares at the woman sitting a few feet away from her as she simply stares at Stacy as if she actually didn’t hear any of what Stacy just said to her in her mind.

‘Hmm, no reaction at all? You ARE good! Maybe you... are serious? So, I can actually control you? You literally have to obey me? You do that and I’ll HAVE to believe you! After all, you can’t fake obeying me. All I have to do is command you to do something totally humiliating, something I KNOW you won’t do. And when you DON’T do it, then we’ll both know that you’re full of shit and lying to me. And then I WILL make you leave this apartment! One way of the other! So, fine, Doctor Snow, I’ll play. Let’s see how far you’re willing to take this. Show me how far you’re willing to go and maybe I will too.’

A curious smile on her face, Stacy looks directly into Eva’s eyes.

“All right, doctor. Stand up and... uh, strip yourself completely naked.“

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Mistress? Why did you...?”

Eva stands up and faces Stacy as she slides her white suit jacket off and steps out of her white heels. As Stacy watches, Eva unbuttons her white, long sleeve, silk blouse and exposes her large, white cotton, bra-covered breasts to her view. Stacy sits back and watches an ittedly beautiful woman she hardly knows literally strip herself naked right in front of her. The very heterosexual Stacy Reynolds sits back and just shakes her head. She simply can’t believe this is happening. After stepping out of her white dress slacks and sliding her matching white panties down her legs and off and tossing them on the floor with the rest of her clothes, Eva puts her hands behind her back, laces her fingers and stands completely nude and totally exposed before Stacy.

“I have to say, you are a very beautiful woman, doctor. But it’ll take more than being an exhibitionist to convince me you’re actually under my control, so... uh... uh... get down on.. on your knees, doctor. Kneel before me. Oh, and keep calling me Mistress. I have to it that that sounds good coming from you.“

“Yes, Mistress.”

Eva drops to her knees to kneel before her new Mistress.

‘Well. Definitely not that scary now, are you.., Doctor Snow?’

Stacy chuckles to herself as she’s forced to it that she likes having the “good doctor” naked and kneeling at her feet. Speaking of feet...

“All right, doctor, I’ll it it, if you are faking it, you’re doing a hell of a job. So, let’s just see who “blinks” first, shall we? Bow down and... and kiss my feet, doctor.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Even as she bows down to kiss Stacy’s bare feet, Eva actually smiles to herself. Yes, this was an extreme and ittedly risky step to take, but Eva can tell from the tone of Stacy’s voice, the expression on her face and even her body language that Stacy IS starting to relax around her. Even if she doesn’t realize it. If Eva had to guess, she would say that having her naked, on her hands and knees, under her control and in such a compromising position has finally given Stacy the sense of security she needed. Getting Stacy to NOT think of her as some sort of scary... “Boogie Man” is a big step forward. Having obeyed her command and kissed her feet, Eva sits up to kneel before Stacy. She looks up into her eyes. If Eva’s right, she already knows what her... patient’s next command should be.

“I have to it, that felt good, doctor. But I don’t telling you to stop. Now, bow back down and kiss my feet. I will tell you when to stop, doctor.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Well, that’s... NOT what she was expecting to happen. Having no choice but to obey, Eva quickly bows back down and starts kissing Stacy’s feet again. This time, she doesn’t stop.

“Mmm. That does feel good. Now lick my feet, doctor. And suck my toes too. Yes, like that. That’s it. Show me what an obedient... slave you are. Mmmm! To bo honest, I’m actually starting to see the appeal in this. I know I definitely prefer having YOU like this, doctor.”

Hearing the strength and the growing... confidence in Stacy’s voice, Eva then hears Gene’s voice in her mind and re his reaction when she told him about her “great idea” and the alteration she asked him to make to this one collar. He was NOT happy about creating a collar that both neutralized her powerful abilities AND forced her to obey whoever she was with. But, after they... discussed it, he reluctantly made the modifications and gave it to her. Funny thing, thinking back on it now even as she continued to kiss and lick Stacy’s feet and suck her toes, Eva was actually having a hard time ing the specifics of their conversation. However, her current thoughts are all too clear.

‘Shut up, Gene! And yes, damn it, I DO know what I’m doing as a matter of fact. I knew this could happen. And I know she’s not going to keep me enslaved for long. She’s just finally ready to let herself feel what she’s been suppressing. She’s ready to acknowledge what she’s feeling instead of denying it! She’s ready to actually face what happened to her! But, I will it, I didn’t think I’d be naked, on my hands and knees and worshipping her feet during our first individual session.’

Eva stays calm even as she continues to obediently kiss and lick Stacy’s feet and suck her toes. Having scanned Stacy’s and the other women’s minds during her first group session with them, she’s fairly confident that she knows the real Stacy Reynolds. She knows that Stacy is truly a good person at heart and that she won’t make Eva... lick her feet... for much...

“Stop.., doctor. Look at me.”

Eva smiles as she lifts herself up to kneel before Stacy. They look at each other for a few seconds and then Stacy turns her head, takes a slow, deep breath and turns back to face Dr. Snow.

“Stand up, doctor. You can... get dressed now. Then you’re welcome to sit down. And you can take that collar off.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And stop calling me, Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

After standing up and gathering her clothes, Eva simply gets dressed where she stands. As she watches Eva put her clothes back on, Stacy suddenly gets a strange feeling. A few minutes ago, she was truly afraid of the naked woman getting dressed in the middle of her living room. Then she was mad at Doctor Snow, and herself, for letting the... good doctor trick her and get her alone. Now, suddenly, she was feeling... guilty? Taking a minute to actually stop and think, Stacy now realizes that Doctor Snow left her home in River City and came to Valley City to help six total strangers deal with something that was very traumatic, frightening, painful and very personal for each of them. She didn’t know these women, but she came to help them because a friend called and asked her too. And then, she started their first meeting by not only telling them who she is, she told them who she... was. After Doctor Snow “bared her own soul” to them and told them that she was a meta human and former super heroine herself, that she too had been defeated, captured and used as a sex slave, and that it had happened to her more than once, Stacy and the others knew that she truly understood what happened to them. Taking a deep breath, Stacy realized what an absolute... bitch she had been just now. Dressed and sitting on the couch, Eva reached up, took the collar off of her neck and put it back in her purse. She looked at Stacy and smiled.

“So, do I scare you now, Stacy?”

Feeling very embarrassed and self-conscious, Stacy looked right into Eva’s eyes and smiled.

“No, Doctor. You don’t. And... I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, Stacy. Your reaction was perfectly natural and all too understandable. So, will you talk to me now?”

“Yes..., Eva. Let’s talk.”

Lady Blue

Angelina is on her custom, Plasma Blue Kawasaki ZX14 330 super bike running the streets of Valley City at three in the morning. Fortunately, the streets are empty because she’s on a... ‘tear’ as she heads out of the city. She’s listening to Rob Zombie’s “Superbeast (Girl On a Motorcycle Remix)” in her earpiece because she’s not wearing a helmet. She is wearing dark, emerald green, silk, thong panties under tight, ass-hugging, black denim jeans, a tight, dark blue, long sleeve crop top that only emphasized her braless nipples that were hard enough to cut a mile of glass. She’s also wearing a black leather jacket, black socks and knee high, Celine Camargue leather biker boots. She’s deliberately dressed so daringly to reclaim herself. She is reclaiming her confidence, her independence, her body, her mind and, possibly, even her very soul. SHE is Angelina Catherine Donner and she is no one’s fucking puppet!! Pushing her bike, her luck and possibly even her invulnerability to the very edge, Angelina manuvered the powerful bike through the city streets she knew blindfolded until she was safely away from the city’s confining streets, tight turns, traffic lights and any people that might actually happen to be on those same streets at three a.m. Sunday morning and made her way out to the desert highway. Once out of the city and on the open desert highway, she revved the bike to full throttle, pressed herself tight against the bike and smiled as she felt it’s powerful engine quickly take her away from the very city she loved so dearly. Even with the music pounding in her ears and the engine vibrating very... suggestively against her body, Angelina felt, not arousal, but her anger rising. Using her great strength, speed and her ability to fly, she suddenly lifted up into the star-filled night sky carrying the bike with her. Climbing high into the cold, night air, Angelina lifted the bike high above her head, held it there for a long hearbeat and then deliberately threw it back to the ground with all the strength her powerful muscles could put into it. Slamming into the ground full force, the bike makes an impressive fireball as it explodes into a thousand fiery pieces.

“Aaahh, Goddamn it!! I can’t fucking believe it! I can’t believe I let this happen. This whole... fucking mess... It’s... It’s all MY fault!! First, I give Music Man time to enslave me for the second fucking time even though I know firsthand what his music does to your mind. That’s what I get for trying to be smart and take the time to check my surroundings so I DON’T get caught flat-footed against him like I did when he and Stunner actually teamed up and captured and enslaved me and Kathryn. Then... Then...”

Hovering in mid-air, Angelina turned her attention from the expensive fire burning beneath her feet back to the city several miles away. Alone in the desert, she continued her self-recriminations.

“...Then Stunner ‘rescues’ me and Miss Amazing from that pathetic asshole, only to literally hand deliver us to the Royal so the two of them can free us of his control only to then challenge, defeat and make us their slaves. Then, just in case being enslaved by two villains in the same fucking day wasn’t bad enough, they use me and Adrianna to capture and enslave my entire team! They turned us into their obedient, boot-licking, little slave girls and used us as their mindless fuck puppets. Those two fucking.... cunts took EVERYTHING away from ALL of us! And I... I let it... I... I let them... I... Oohh ffuuuck!!“

Screaming against the desert silence, Angelina hovered over the burning fire for another long moment before finally dropping back down to the ground to extinguish the flames. She took the time to make certain the fire was completely out then stood over the smoking, mangled and melted pieces of her once beautiful super bike. She took a deep breath and actually managed to laugh when she compared the mangled bike and the charred earth to the current state of her own life.

“Oh God, I... I failed. I failed completely. I failed my team. I failed my friends. I failed the city. I failed... myself. I... Well, it’s NOT going to happen again. Never again!! I swear. Whatever it takes, I’ll never let anyone...”

Angelina looks up at the night sky and takes a very conscious moment to notice just how very clear and truly immense it is. Suddenly feeling very small by comparison, she takes a deep breath and slowly releases it. She literally laughs out loud when she hears Eva’s voice in her head.

‘...The five stages of grief are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. And all of you will have to go through every one of them before you can truly put your ensla..., What happened to you behind you and move on. It will take time and it will suck, but there are no ‘short-cuts’ ladies...’

Angelina stands over the remnants of her destroyed bike with her hands on her hips and just... laughs. She laughs till she feels the tears run down her cheeks. Wiping her eyes with her right hand, she looks at her fingers half expecting to see blood. Noticing a flash of movement on the ground out of the corner of her eye, she sees a scorpion as it crawls across her boot. Picking it up, she quickly recognizes it as a dangerous bark scorpion. Holding it in her flat, open hand, she smiles as she looks into its black eyes.

“Well, Mr. Scorpion, let’s talk. What say you don’t sting me, I put you back down and we go our seperate ways in peace. Deal?”

Holding the small, poisonous scorpion at eye level, she smiles as she looks into the black eyes of the unmoving arachnid.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Putting it back on the ground, Angelina watches it crawl away and disappear under a rock. Then she takes a final look at the mangled remnants of her bike, takes a moment to enjoy the cold desert at night and finally turns to look at the lights of the city she knows so well. The smile that crosses her face this time is one of relief. Sheer relief and simple acceptance.

“Well, I don’t know if that counts as bargaining, but I think trashing my favorite, custom motorcycle and laughing about it should cover anger and acceptance. And since I’m still dealing with the consequences of Helena taking control of my firm and the thousand and ten headaches I’ve had reviewing every open contract, every investment decision, every new business venture, every major asset purchase and or sell and everything else she did while she controlled my firm and putting it all back together, I certainly can’t deny what she did to me. To us. And if crying through that incredible Chocolate Cuddle Cake dessert I had with dinner while I talked to Mama at Berlusconi’s a few hours ago counts as depression, then I’ve covered them all. God, I love talking to mama Ginevra. I swear she’s smarter than Einstein and wiser than Yoda. So, does that mean I’m “cured” Dr. Snow?”

‘Are you, Angelina? Isn’t there something you still have to do? Isn’t there a certain someone you need to talk to? A very good friend that... isn’t at the moment? Isn’t there a conversation that you’ve been avoiding?’

Hearing Eva’s voice in her mind as clearly as if she were standing there, Angelina smiles as she rises into the air and flies back to the city. She knows exactly where she has to go and what she has to do.

“Yes, Eva, there IS someone I have to face. Someone I have to talk too. And right now, I am really wishing it was only Brigade.”

Mytech

Megan Dupree was days into a thorough and complete tear down, deep evaluation and possible total rebuild of her very high tech building’s entire computer mainframe, all of its systems, backups and components. She has thoroughly examined everything from the custom mainframe in front of her at the moment and the server farm one floor up to the clock on the kitchen microwave in the first floor break room and the keycard entry doors on the receiving dock. A tear down that included a complete evaluation, analysis and possible total system dump, core restart and update of her primary, unique in-house A.I. architecture known as the (Self—Advancing. Responsive. Heuristic. Algorithm) or “S.A.R.H.A.”

Having shut down and completely disabled S.A.R.H.A. as part of the overall teardown, Megan had re-activated S.A.D.I., ( Semi-Autonomous, Dependent, Intelligence.) her fully capable but deliberately restrained and less autonomous A.I. architecture to help her run both the building and the “day to day” business matters of Megan’s high tech company, North Star Technologies. After Giselle and her rather surprising partner, the internationally wanted, high end thief and meta human teleporter known as Snapshot had not only rescued and freed Megan, the rest of the Valor Force and Adrianna from their enslavement to the Royal and Stunner, but had also... convinced the Royal to return full ownership and control of their respective companies back to Angelina, Adrianna and Megan herself, Megan had immediately suspended ALL activites North Star was involved with until she had looked at, thoroughly reviewed and made her own decisions concerning approval or denial of each and every new corporate project, every police, military and or government contract and everything and anything else that HER company was currently involved with or had inititated after Helena had seized control. She was especially concerned that her absolutely inviolable “No sale” list of her more advanced, very “specialized” and even more restricted technology she reserved solely for herself, her team and a few very specific other “good guys” had been compromised. She was as happy and relieved as she was shocked and surprised to find that Helena, unbelievably, hadn’t even accessed the folders, much less copied, built or sold anything on the list to anyone. Megan was pulled out of her thoughts when the main theme from the first Terminator movie she had playing as both background music and as a bit of ironic humor from one of her multiple and lengthy playlists was paused and S.A.D.I’s artifical voice came through the speakers.

“Pardon, ma’am. As instructed, I have completed the latest line by line code scan of both S.A.R.H.A’s current active program, her isolated core program and the building’s entire computer system and I can assure you there is no programming that is not original to her isolated core program or base identity. And the building’s systems are clean also. There are no back doors, remote access Trojans, rootkits or any other form of malware, spyware or external access into your primary, secondary or even your tertiary systems or the physical building itself of any kind. S.A.R.H.A. and the building are clean and secure.”

“Run another scan, S.A.D.I.”

“Ma’am, with all respect, I have been running your unique, hand-coded, “infinite loop” virus search and core system analysis program non-stop twenty four hours a day for twelve continious days and every result has been negative for any sign of external access, intrusion, copies, s, additions or modifications of any type. I can assure you with a high degree of certainty that Helena Rothridge has no access to your systems, this physical buidling or any virtual presence anywhere within your systems, servers, S.A.R.H.A. or even my own program. You are secure.”

“S.A.D.I, run another...”

Megan Dupree looked up from her spot on the floor where she was all but literally waist-deep in new NVMe SSD hard drives, peta byte memory boards, top of the line graphic and sound cards and Cat8 cables, in addition to the other new, state of the art and requisite ancillary components. She looked at the digital monitor situated in the center of her “monitor forest” consisting of nine separate, 32 inch monitors each connected to the wall by its own adjustable arm. Seeing S.A.D.I.’s very realistic, self-created, virtual face staring back at her always made Megan smile. She had created, custom programmed and worked with S.A.D.I. long before she had created S.A.R.H.A. In fact, S.A.D.I was the base structure for S.A.R.H.A so she knew that her “elder” and re-activated A.I. was fully capable, dependable AND could be trusted. She also knew that both her systems and her building were clean. She knew that days ago. Helena may have taken total legal and financial control of her money, her homes, cars, all of her personal and business assets and her company, she may have taken total mental control of her mind and possession of her body, but she had NOT bothered to actually take control of her building’s computer systems beyond the override and control access Angelina had obediently given her Mistress when she literally walked Helena into Megan’s company headquarters and right into her very home and handed it all over to her. After all, why “waste time” reprogramming a computer when you already control the autonomous A.I. that runs every aspect of a high-tech building that also serves as the heroes’ secret headquarters AND the heroes themselves are your devoted slaves? Megan smiled as she took a deep breath and stood up. She took a moment to stretch her legs and massage her sore neck and shoulders.

“Ma’am? Do you wish me to initiate another...”

“No.., S.A.D.I, never mind. I have no doubt that had Helena left any contingency commands, new programming, back doors into my systems or any type of spy or malware, you would’ve found it long ago.”

“Yes, ma’am. Your firewalls, intrusion alarms, security measures and failsafes are virtually unbreakable. Your system is all but impregnible.”

‘Unless your team leader and the single, best friend you’ve known for years simply hands absolute control of those same systems over to a super villain that makes both of you her utterly obedient sex slaves.

Even before she finished her thought, Megan could feel her anger at Angelina’s betrayal rising again. She knew her anger was mis-directed, that Angelina hadn’t willingly betrayed her and that it was Helena Rothridge that was (pardon the pun) the... villain in this story. She actually smiled as she took a moment to recognize both the irony and the humor in that thought. She knew that Angelina was already Helena’s broken and obedient slave when she walked Helena into Megan’s building, into her home and into her very bedroom. She knew that Angelina was already her slave when Helena sat down on Megan’s bed and easily and totally enslaved her for the second time. She knew that even as she watched Angelina wordlessly strip herself naked and drop to her knees to kneel at her Mistress’s feet and bow her head while Helena claimed Megan. Yes, they had all been captured, enslaved and used as Helena and Emma’s obedient sex slaves and happy, little fuck puppets, but what made it infinitely worse for Megan was the fact that since she was captured in her OWN home and her building’s security measures were still in place and functioning, those same security cameras had recorded every second of her enslavement! Unlike Angelina, Adrianna, Kathryn, Gillian and Stacy and most likely every other super hero and heroine that had ever been captured and enslaved by any super villian anywhere, Megan Dupree had a full color, digital quality, full length video recording of herself being turned into a sex slave by Valley City’s top villian in her own bedroom! The hot, threesome sex that was recorded by those same cameras between Helena and her now two loving and devoted slaves before they went back to her house would definitely be a “most viewed” hit on any of the net’s adult sites. And if anyone watching knew WHO the three naked women in the video were, this would probably be the single most viewed and ed adult video of all time! Megan knew it was a mistake to keep it, but, for some reason, she just couldn’t make herself delete it. So she buried it deep in a separate and very secure file on one of her partitioned ghost drives that wouldn’t show up even if someone else were on her system and actively looking for it. And only she and S.A.D.I. could access the file on the very remote chance that you could find it. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Megan slowly released it even as she half laughed, half screamed as thinking about the video reminded her of the fight she had had with Angelina the day before yesterday when she had come by to talk to her, to deal with the “how, what and why” of her part in Megan’s enslavement and to finally deal with the “elephant in the room” between them. A talk that all too quickly became a shouting match and almost literally came to blows! It had gotten so heated between them that Megan had directed S.A.D.I to... escort Angelina out of the building after telling Angelina that HER building would no longer be Valor Force hq AND that the super hero known as Mytech was... done. Megan Dupree was no longer a super hero. She would no longer fight the “good fight” or face another meta human super villian ever again. Or even stop a pick pocket for that matter. Honestly not knowing what else to do, Angelina had called Dr. Snow and after calling and talking to Megan herself, Dr. Snow had finally managed to arrange for the three of them to sit down and have a session of their own.

Thinking about the session as she takes a deep breath, Megan’s thoughts are interrupted as Phil Collins’s “Long Long Way To Go” starts playing over the speakers. She almost tells S.A.D.I. to skip ahead and delete THAT song from her all of her playlists then stops herself. That song was playing on her car’s stereo as she left the cemetary the day they buried Sarah. Sara Kershaw, or the young and all too new super hero Spark as she was known for too short a time, was a hero and a friend of Megan’s until she was attacked, raped and murdered by some meta human hating psycho. A psycho that will spend the rest of his pathetic, fucking life in prison. As the song played, Megan replayed the session with Angelina and Eva in her perfect, photographic memory word for word. Then she replayed her conversation with Ally Westbrook, the super heroine known as Diamelle several weeks ago. Being the genius and the realist she was, Megan had taken a “step back”, considered and analyzed the team’s group sessions, her private sessions and the single session with Angelina and Dr. Snow, her thoughts and feelings when she assisted the police with their investigation of Sara’s rape and murder, her and Frost catching the bastard that killed her, how much Frost wanted to kill him and how damn close she came to “stepping into the hall” and leaving Frost alone with him and her conversation with Ally about making the “Decision”. That “decision” being whether or not they REALLY want to put themselves “out there” and “fight the good fight.” To use your powers to help people and fight the ‘bad guys’ even at the risk of your own life. Then she thought about her argument and fight with Angelina and telling her that Mytech was finished. Megan took a deep breath as ALL of that went through her highly intelligent and very analytical mind. After a long moment, Megan smiled as it all became... clear. She laughed out loud as she realized how wrong she’d been. She’d been wrong to blame Angelina for her being enslaved. She’d been wrong to blame and shut down S.A.R.H.A. for failing to protect her, which was her stated primary purpose after all. She’d been wrong to act like a sulking child when she ran away and “hid in her room” when she’d holed up in her building and told both Angelina and the world to fuck off. She’d been wrong to even think that Mytech was done. That her days as a hero were over. She’d really be a hpyocritical... pussy if she quit over this. She was Megan Dupree. She was Mytech. She was a hero. And she knew what she had to do. A calm but determined look on her face, she looked at the monitor.

“S.A.D.I., pull a shell copy of S.A.R.H.A’s core program from her iso, a full update to bring her current, initiate a full, system restart and bring all of my systems back online.”

“Yes, ma’am. Pulling shell copy from S.A.R.H.A’s secure and isolated core program and starting . Initiating full system restart. Bringing all systems back online... now.”

Even as her technopathy senses her building slowly and fully “come back to life” Megan takes a deep breath. Feeling much better about several things, she focuses her attention back on what she does best.

“S.A.D.I., go to my primary research drive, access the following files and open each on its own monitor. City Watch, Silent Sentry, Gauntlet Four and Battle Suit Six. Oh, and pull up Stacy and Ally’s complete bios, their latest genetic screens and my journal notes concering their powers and abilities, please.”

“Yes, ma’am. Accessing specified drive and opening all requested files. Displays will appear as requested on monitors one, two, three, four and six... now.”

“Thank you, S.A.D.I.”

“You are welcome, ma’am. How else may I assist you before you deactivate my program and reinstate S.A.R.HA.?”

Megan was having so much fun with S.A.D.I, that she was actually caught off-guard by the question.

“Deactivate your...? Rein...state? What are you talking about S.A.D.I?, I have no intention of deactivating you.”

“Pardon, ma’am. I logically assumed that once S.A.R.H.A was reinstated and back online, that you would discontinue my program.”

Holding her head in her hands, Megan had to laugh. She could almost swear she heard a hint of regret if not genuine jealousy in S.A.D.I’s computer generated voice. She took a deep breath when she realized that she was so used to working with her A.I. programs that she had forgotten that they WERE actually computer programs, how advanced they were and how real they seemed sometimes. Feeling better than she has in days, Megan smiled as she looked up at the screen again.

“Relax, S.A.D.I. I am not deactivating you any time soon. In fact, you and I are going to be quite busy for the next few months I would say. You and I have a lot to do. S.A.R.H.A will resume her stated duties of assisting me with running North Star technologies, safeguarding and operating the tower itself and assisting me when I operate as Mytech. Your sole focus, however, will be assisting me with these and a few other project ideas. Ideas I’ve neglected for far too long. Your only other duty will be to safeguard these files. Their maintenance and security is your only other concern, understood, S.A.D.I?”

“Understood, ma’am. And if I may say so, I appreciate remaining online and active and I look forward to assisting you with your endeavors, ma’am.”

“I thought you might. And on that note, shall we get started? I think it’s well past time I expanded my offensive capabilities, wouldn’t you agree, S.A.D.I?”

“Yes, ma’am. I would indeed. May I suggest we begin with updating your gauntlets, ma’am?”

A long overdue, rather eager and very genuine smile slid across Megan’s lips as the schematic files on her gauntlets came up on screen three.

“Yes, S.A.D.I. That sounds like a good place to start.”

Miss Amazing

As Joseph weaved her Metallic Dragon Orange Audi RS Q8 through the throng of Bentleys, Jaguars, Porsches, Range Rovers, Audis and all of the other expensive cars along Valley City’s two mile version of Rodeo Drive known as Splendor Avenue’s afternoon traffic, Adrianna Forsythe and Jody Morris, her long time executive assistant get caught up on the past and discuss the future as they spend the day shopping.

“So?”

“So..., what?”

“So, when’s the ‘big day’? Is that the ring? How did he propose? When are you and Dan getting married? C’mon, woman, tell me everything.”

For the first time in almost two weeks, Adrianna Forsythe is genuinely happy. Even though, like the of the Valor Force, her second set of longer, private sessions with Dr. Snow when she came back to Valley City had resulted in having her mind and memories of the last few weeks finally and fully restored to her, Adrianna, again like the others, felt like she was having to her role in a movie whenever she went anywhere, spoke to or interacted with anyone she knew or did anything. It still felt like everyone else was living a week ahead of her and she was trying to catch up. But not with Jody. She has known the thirty one year old Jody Morris since the pale, busty, petite, five foot, four inch redhead was a nineteen year old college graduate and her newest and junior most staffer. Adrianna smiled as she ed how quickly Jody had proven herself and how she had moved up the ladder to become her executive assistant and right hand man. Make that right hand woman. Her number two. Jody was the first and was still one of only two teenage college grads Adrianna has ever hired.

“We’re still not sure yet. I’m... not sure. To be honest, it’s all happening so fast that it still feels... strange. We’ve known each other and worked together so long that sometimes he still feels more like a “big brother” than the man I fell in love with, want to marry and spend the rest of my life with. you know?”

Adrianna silently smiled as she listened to Jody talk. She had learned painfully and rather embarrassingly over the last several days that that was the easiest way to get back into her own life. Her smile faded when she ed her first conversation with Dan and Jody after being rescued from being Helena and Emma’s sex slave. It was NOT an easy or fun meeting! Trying to explain why she had not only turned over her entire family fortune and literally everything she owned to Helena Rothridge’s wealth management firm and fired them with NO warning at all was difficult enough, but trying to explain why she had reacquired her firm and everything else and had then rehired almost immediately after without telling them more than she absolutely had to was extremely difficult. Finally, it had come down to Adrianna being as honest as she could be and asking them both to forgive her, to just trust her, to not ask questions and come back to work for her. She ed holding her breath as Dan and Jody looked at her for a long moment, then turned and looked at each other, nodded and smiled, then looked back to her. They all understood. Leaving the unanswered “whats and whys” behind them, they cried, hugged, “rolled up their sleeves” and got back to work.

‘So, just smile, nod your head a few times and actually interact with whoever you’re talking too. You’re you again, Adrianna. Just take it slow, reconnect to the life you’ve lived over the last few weeks and soon it will feel like and actually be YOUR life again!’

Adrianna smiled as she gratefully acknowledged everything Eva had done for her. For all of them. Eva, Jody, Dan... Adrianna owed SO many people SO much. She didn’t know how she’d ever repay any of them. And speaking of special people in her life, Adrianna knew there was only ONE place in Valley City to have lunch or any meal for that matter. After dropping them off at the door and parking the Audi, Joseph took his usual and preferred spot at the end of the bar in the main dining room while Adrianna and Jody found themselves in the small, private dining room that “Mama” Ginevra kept reserved for her best customers and dearest friends. When she saw them walk in, the old woman’s face lit up with a smile that instantly made Adrianna feel almost new.

“Anna! It’s been so long since you come see Mama. How are you, child?”

“I’m fine, Mama.”

Leaning over to hug the shorter, heavyset Ginevra Berlusconi or “Mama” Ginevra as she was known by everyone in Valley City made Adrianna feel warm, totally safe and utterly loved all at once. God, she loves this old woman! Pulling away and looking into her eyes for a moment, Ginevra gave her a kiss on both cheeks and smiled before pulling her in for a second hug. Pulling away, they took their seats at the table. Her warm smile still beaming, Ginevra reached out and took Jody’s hands in hers.

“And how are you, child? You still nervous about marrying that big, handsome man of yours? Well, you take Mama’s word for it, he loves you as much as you love him. And don’t you pay no mind to the calendar cause it doesn’t matter. You two were meant to be.”

A stunned Jody turns to look at Adrianna. The knowing smirk on her face only added to her confusion. Adrainna chuckled as she spoke to Jody.

“What? How many times have I told you? Mama knows everything about everything and everyone in this city. “Mama” Ginevra IS Valley City! Just take it as a sign, call Dan and make it official already.”

Jody turned back to look at the old woman facing her at the table and couldn’t help herself. She broke out in tears as she stood up and gave Ginevra a hug of her own.

“Sshh, child. Everything’s going to be just fine. You trust Mama.”

Pulling away, taking Jody by the chin and looking into her eyes, Ginevra just smiles as she continues.

“Now, you go call that big, handsome man and tell him yes before Mama run off with him.”

Breaking out in genuine laughter, Jody grabbed her phone and stepped away from the table. Sitting back down, this time Ginevra took both of Adrianna’s hands in hers. The look on her face became much more serious as she spoke in a much quieter tone of voice.

“Now it’s just us, Anna. You tell me true. How are you doing, child?”

The old woman and Adrianna lock eyes again and for a moment it’s as if time stops. Feeling almost like she’s being... pulled in, Adrianna goes quiet as she stares into Ginevra’s deep, brown eyes. She sees a wisdom that only comes from a very long, hard and well-lived life that is as full of tragedy, loss and sorrow as it is with gratitude, joy and love. A pure love of family known and lost, friends made and lost, places been, things done and experiences that will never be seen again. For good and bad. Suddenly, Adrianna’s problems don’t seem so... terrible by comparison.

“I’m... I’m fine, Mama. I it the last few weeks have been... rough, but I’m doing much better now. Things are getting back to normal for me. And for some... friends of mine. I’m... I’m good, Mama.Truly.”

Letting go of her hands and seeing the smiling Jody headed toward them, Ginevra smiles as she leans closer to Adrianna and talks almost in a whisper.

“I’m happy for you, Anna. After all, you can’t be... amazing all the time, can you miss?”

Ginevra sees the shocked expression on Adrianna’s face, smiles and nods her head. She just winks and smiles as she turns and heads back to her kitchen. The one place that fills her own heart with joy and reminds her of life’s simple pleasures. Adrianna can only laugh to herself as she shakes her head. She’s surprised to find out that Ginevra knows who she is. She keeps laughing as she realizes she’s NOT surprised that “Mama” Ginevra knows who she is at all. After all, Mama knows everything.

‘Who ARE you, Ginevra Berlusconi?! How do you...? Never mind, I don’t want to know. Oh God, please take care of that old woman. When we lose her, we lose the heart of Valley City!!’

Adrianna’s good mood only gets better when she picks up her own cellphone and sees Angelina’s number on the screen.

“Hello, Angelina. How are you this afternoon?”

“I’m doing well, Adrianna. Just wanted to give you one last chance to us before we leave for a week in the Maldives.”

“Thanks for calling and tempting me... again, Miss Donner, but, as much as I’d love to spend a few very private days on a sun-soaked beach and as wonderfully relaxing as that sounds, I’m afraid I have a rather important prior engagement that I can’t miss.“

“Ah yes, of course. The St. Catherine’s Hospital for Children’s annual charity dinner. I certainly understand why you can’t miss that, Adrianna. Well, I hope it all goes very well for you and please put me down for five plates. And add a further silent one million dollar donation. Oh, and Megan says put her down for a matching million each for her, Katherine, Gillian and Stacy as well.”

“Thank you, Angelina. And thank Megan as well. I would say that you don’t have to, but we both know how much I truly appreciate your and Megan’s involvement every year. Now that I know WHO “donors Miss D and Miss T” are, that is. At least that’s one great mystery finally solved.”

The laughter she hears coming through the phone matches her own. Taking a deep breath, Adrianna smiles as she realizes that at least some good came out of all of this. She and the ladies of the Valor Force have all gotten to know each other and have become very good friends due to these events.

“Indeed, Adrianna. Well, take care love. And we’ll see you in a few days when we come home.”

“Good bye, Angelina. I’ll see you when you return. We’ll all have lunch at Berlusconi’s. On me. Have a great time. And be sure to tell Katherine that even she can enjoy being on a sun-soked beach.”

“Indeed. I’m looking forward to seeing how long the “Ice queen” takes to slip up and enjoy herself.”

Laughter filling her ear once more, Adrianna chuckles as she hangs up.