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MIND CONTROL

Chapter 5 4

Chapter 5 4

by corruptorofall
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"Wake up", says a voice softly.

I'm getting real tired of falling unconscious at inconvenient times, but as I open my eyes, I can't be mad. Listener looks down upon me. She's smiling gently, like a soft breeze on a meadow, and the flowers of her eyes are in full, luscious bloom. I lay my head back, and drink her in. Savor her.

She smiles wider. I don't mind. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And I long to behold.

And then my eyes descend to her neck.

It's normally a delightful part of Listener. Of Tonya. Necks are just there most of the time. Ass and tits are what the hungry pursue. Me? Nothing like a little bit of skin in the most innocent of places to bring the most dangerous of desires.

But it's no longer her neck anymore.

Between the collarbone and her chin, thick leather circles and shackles her throat. Her head's angle isn't one of choice. The collar holds her stiffly there. The ostentatious addition is accompanied with a large metal ring for clipping... leashes. Small diamonds--and I can't help but know in my soul they're real--encrust the ornament fully. Listener is no longer herselve's.

She is willing property now.

I sit up, and scramble backwards from her. Listener doesn't move, but smiles that same gentle smile. Only now, something darker, something twisted, glints in the back of her expression, hidden from view and yet impossible to ignore. She's naked still, and the dirt of our floor clings to her body. She's a savage. A wild woman. Burning, flawless intelligence melds with purpose in her eyes, and she stares at me like a predator placing its prey at ease.

She knows what I think.

She smiles wider.

"Don't worry", she says, and I'm not convinced in the slightest. "Goddess is asleep for now. But she wanted me to inform you of the way it will be this time going forward."

I struggle to my feet, my muscles screeching in protest; how long had I been laying on the rock-solid ground? And how much... how much of that time had I been clenched? I don't dare assess myself, or focus on the dampness of my panties, or the sting of my chest; as evil and as sinful and as perfect a punishment as it is, I have to look at Listener. My mind is quiet. Focused. Irregularly so. I bear only the slightest attention toward it, perhaps enough to slip between Listener's mental probes unnoticed. Her face is unchanged from one moment to the next as the recognition fades like a candle in the breeze. It will be there, waiting for me; but for now, it feels like my greatest ally. I am in control of me, and my eyes trace her slow padding pattern around me, furious and locked in.

A tendril of steam rises from my breath. I can feel my maw hot, and ready, and boiling with feelings that are hiding from me for their own sake. I grit my teeth.

Listener keeps circling.

"Goddess has instructed me to inform you that all of her property wears a collar of ownership". From behind her back, a black mass of leather and shining silver buckles is revealed. I stare at it, noticing its sloped curves and rigorous construction. It's meant to be used, and held, and pulled, all while maintaining that inimitable elegance.

I can't help but notice it's a little smaller than Listerer's collar.

But then again, I'm smaller than Listener, too.

It's a collar, just for me. For an instant, destiny laughs at me, its sickly simpering giggles warping the air between me and the collar.

We're connected.

I cover the weakness, the thought, the untempered stream of consciousness, but

Listener has already heard.

Fuck her.

"Soon", she replies dryly. She licks her lips; it's like I'm trapped in a bad porno.

But that's not true.

After all, bad porno never brought me orgasms without my decision.

"You don't have to put it on now", continues Listener. "Goddess will see to it that you are properly adorned when she sees fit."

"Did you even fight when she put that on you?" My voice is low and dangerous. It's unfamiliar to me. It's starting to feel like I'm not alone within myself, and for the life of me, I can't tell if that's good or bad.

"Oh, yes". Listener answered with rapture, her eyes drifting up as a wave of ecstasy rolls through her like an untimely wave. "Fighting is such an important part of acceptance".

"At least now I've met someone who could beat your arrogant ass in a fair fight". I snarl loathingly. But for all my fronting, all my illusion, Listener smiles.

"Oh, not at all, sweetheart." My chest boils with jealousy even as my loins throb.

"Don't you see? I've won".

She closes her eyes, and readjusts her head, still at a propped, uncomfortable angle. But she's cooing, like a lover is caressing the most intimate parts of her, like her very soul is at peace with her new status, and this is the moment I choose to charge into her like a furious, flame-cloaked quarterback.

My ferocious dive delivers my right shoulder deep into her sternum, and the tremendous "OOF!" she lets out is the most satisfying and normal thing I've heard since I first laid eyes on the Goddess. We slam to the floor, Listener coughing and grunting with my unexpected assault, while I work to straddle her, white-hot fists delivering blow after blow to her perfectly unblemished face.

With each connection, her skin sizzles; with each punch, my heart thrums. I raise my fist, and the fist comes down, and the satisfying crunch that follows is like a high that I don't ever want to forget.

But after the fourth punch, they aren't my fists anymore.

My goal, in the split second of decision, had merely been to get control of Listener by any means necessary. Everything after that seemed a blur of pointless decision making, since nothing was making sense, nor was it likely to so long as I was confined to the cave. But after three or four punches, she was subdued; or at least she seemed to be. And yet my heart wouldn't let my brain cease its assault. I watched like a passenger as my glowing fists tried to make Listener's head a crater.

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Smash! For calling me sweetheart.

Smash! For letting herself be so enthralled by the Goddess.

Smash! For reading my thoughts without my permission.

Smash! For all the times she'd caught my eye, and I'd caught her indifference.

Smash! For the effortless love between her and my Goddess-

I stutter, my next flurry of punches only halfway to her. Not my goddess. I shut my eyes, trying to control myself, trying to lead my mind towards a normal train of thought. The Lady in Red... is still asleep.

But the Goddess is awake in my mind's eye.

I can't stop seeing her. I close my eyes, and she is closer in my vision every time. I shudder. She's reaching out to me. Accepting. Inevitable. Listener tries to roll away, and her thigh plunges against my clit with unyielding pressure. My eyes roll into the back of my skull as lightning arcs along my nipples and my pussy and my heart and for an instant in immortal time I'm whole, complete, and I need no costume to define me, nor teammates to encompass me, and I am all of myself, and I'm naked and it's good and the white marble cools my legs as I kneel beside a throne and wait for my next unbreakable command-

Somewhere, far, far, far beneath me, Listener is squirming. Words cannot convey how little I care.

All I want is to meet the eyes of my Goddess.

In my mind's eye, my gaze turns skyward. A shaped, feminine head, black locks flitting in the breeze, blocks the sun. Protects me. Ensconced me. Drowns me in her mere presence.

Her face grows closer. I raise a delicate hand to touch it, to touch her flawless whiteness, her lips' redness, her eyes' greeness.

But it is not my Goddess who looks down.

It's Listener.

And I scream.

And I scream and scream and scream, the world spinning around me, the foundation of being collapsing into dust beneath me. Life is hollow. The universe may burn. Because it is not Listener's eyes I adore, Listener's lips, Listener's unholy, usurping treason.

Too late, I feel her static in my mind, sense the end of her tethers bristling against the more sensitive tendrils of my consciousness, and I know what I see is not what is real, and I snap my eyes open that have been closed for how long, and find Listener atop me, savage and drooling and eyes bloodshot with effort and sweat and gluttony, and I tremble as she feasts on me, neuron and synapse and sensation, and I hear her keening moans of approaching climax, and my screams don't end.

I look backwards in my own thoughts, wondering why they look, feel, arrive different, and once the changes are installed, it's like they could never be any other way. Goddess' blood-red dress is svelt the first time I remember looking upon her, but she wears Listener's face, graceless and beautiful and savage and untamed ferocity that will feast on my very fucking soul and I can't let her but what choice do I have, and now her fingers are exploring my nexus, trailing fluid and finger through my smooth slickness and finding their mark and pressing home and not even yielding as my mouth grows wide and my eyes grow dim and I submit and succumb and obey...

"CEASE".

The word blossoms and presses any other thought to the corner of our psyches. Listener pauses, stares at me, and I see something beyond her wild lust.

I see fear.

I smile at her darkly.

If she is afraid, then I am glad.

For my Goddess is here to take control.

She stands over us like a domineering mother, if domineering mothers looked thirty feet tall and like objects of unyielding worship. Her eyes aren't on me, and I am so very pleased, because they are on Listener, and not even I could match the heat that was pouring out of them.

I wilt, wavering like the horizon in a desert. My eyes flicker up to Her, and back down, unable to contend with Her quiet, slicing frenzy. Listener is just looking into her eyes, finding none of the love or the devotion or the ownership that has become her very sustenance, and she can't fathom such a loss, so she looks ever deeper into her Goddess' soul, and finds only more disgust...

Then the Goddess smiles, and Listener does too, and I know that, whatever Listener's fate, Tonya is forfeit.

"You aroused me", says the Goddess. "And not in the way I like to be aroused."

She squatted--such an ugly word for such a divine act of closeness--close to Listener's face. She quivers with joy and contrition, and gasps as a single long red nail traces a path of tears.

"I am so very sorry, Goddess", Listener moans and whimpers. I nearly roll my eyes; how can she be this dedicated to her deity, to her reason, and still not understand that perfection isn't interested in apology?

From behind them both, I see Goddess' head lift ever so slightly, ever so gently, as if considering something. Something new. Something she hadn't expected.

I try not to swallow as she returns to her interrogation.

"No", says Goddess smoothly, and Listener lowers her head, humbly, terrified.

I smile cruelly. Justice is sweet.

"Not yet", murmurs Goddess. With sudden, elegant, flexible motions, as if a contortionist by thought alone, Goddess spreads Listener on the ground suddenly. Arms and legs are pulled outward, and Listener gasps as Goddess looms over her, sensuous, hungry.

And starts to devour.

My hand slips down my stomach, down my waistline, and effortlessly plunges deeper. My moist panties don't offer any resistance as I luxuriate in their sensation, their evidence. I don't dare gasp or breath loudly; I don't want to miss this.

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Goddess carves into Listener with eyes of jade; Listener shudders as they flush blood red, and she bucks, and quivers, but Goddess holds her firm, still, and yet completely pliable. I don't know what Goddess is saying... no, dictating... to Listener, but she's not upset. Relief flows into her eyes, the desperate joy of possible redemption. Her mouth wordlessly morphs again and again, silent thank yous spilling forth like an endless tide of final deliverance. Goddess slides backwards, arching her flawless, strapless back of pure tan musculature and curvaceousness, and for an instant, her ass rears towards me, and I literally have to stop myself from sinking into her and pleasing her in the most debased and willing and selfless of ways, because myself isn't mine anymore...

And then Goddess turns to me.

We lock eyes, and there's no point in turning away, or breaking the pact of gazes. Out of the corner of my eye, Listener mews pathetically, breathing hard and fast. Despite Goddess walking towards me, heels clacking against the hard rock floor, Listener remains spread eagled, as if invisible bonds were stopping her from moving. I see no magic, no tricks, only the evidence of a new truth, written into Listener as if into her own flesh, carved within the very psyche of who she is as a person now.

She will never move without her Goddess' permission.

Goddess keeps approaching. Endless, inevitable. I don't dare step towards her. The presumption might make my heart explode. I understand now. Everything I have to learn, everything I need to know, Goddess will teach me.

Goddess will write within me.

I lick my lips. She smiles, and sunshine streams through my very soul.

She tilts her head to the right slightly, and I match her, my head leaning towards on side. I watch as she slowly, slowly approaches the other, and suddenly I can't move my head again.

A cool breeze sets goosebumps upon my exposed, eager neck.

I don't know why Listener is screaming.

Frankly I don't give a shit.

Why would I? Goddess wants me.

Her hot breath on my skin sets electric pulses surging through my chest, down to my loins and my fingertips. I don't know whether I am held still by her control, or my own craving. It doesn't matter. I don't matter.

Only Goddess matters.

Listener is still screaming as Goddess nuzzles my neck. My heart pounds; my forehead sweats. I'm faint; I need her to hold me, to stand me up, to direct my place in the world. I want to fall into her, but legs that no longer serve my will keep me standing. Keep me supple.

Listener howls, as if a thousand knives were slicing into her very soul. Goddess turns a brief moment of glowering fury towards her, and the screaming stops immediately. I watch as he face becomes slack, her eyes blink away the moisture. Her mouth closes, and not a single twitch crosses her features. She stares at us; her chest still pants like a hyperventilating child's; but her expression is utterly still. Focused.

She doesn't want to look at us.

Her stare is out of her control.

"Are you ready, my spicy morsel?"

I almost laugh. She's so corny, and yet her words drip with honey that I'd like to taste, and lick, and place my tongue on the very source of...

"...what did you do to her?"

The question leaves my lips before it forms in my thoughts, and a jolt of terror rides on a tsunami through my heart. It's not my place to doubt or inquire, least of all towards Her. But my voice is coy, and my soul is shy, and my smile up at my imposing deity is inviting.

Brag to me, my Purpose. Please.

And then Goddess does something I never could have imagined.

She bites her lip.

If she wasn't holding me still by mind or body, I would have kneeled under her skirt and plunged my tongue as deep into her moist folds as was physically fucking possible.

"Simple, really. I molded her."

I watch as another tear rolls down Listener's cheek, unheeded. Unblinking eyes continue to take in the spectacle.

"You see, I went deep, deep into her. Her being. Her memory. Her experience and drives. And then I severed anything not fitting my desires."

My knees buckle, but I hold myself straight. My Goddess isn't done.

"Ambitions? To join your little band of superheroes, or to do well in school? Gone. Now her ambition is to feed me. It's always been to feed me. Her very purpose in life is to sustain my essence."

Goddess stares into my eyes, and I fall into hers, and invite her into my very being.

"And now she will watch as someone else serves her purpose".

I pant, growling, clenching my thighs, fingers and breath spasming. I expose my neck more, and stare at Listener's plaintive, distraught body.

"Let a worthy thrall satiate you, Goddess."

Listener writhes silently.

I wink at her as two brilliant white fangs drive into my flesh, and my world grows black.

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