The words did nothing to ease Dawn's discomfort, and still there was this pull: a desire to empty her head and stare at the light. 'The light ... the light Emily showed me. And then, and then the dreams started. The dreams of me kneeling before Mistr-' Dawn shook her head again. "Emily, what's going on?" The brunette accompanied the stern question with an equally severe stare.
The blonde only seemed miffed. "Surrender to the light," she shot back, raising her hands. Before Dawn had the chance to look away, an orb of light appeared between them. The light swirled and throbbed, dancing without ever moving, drawing Dawn in. Her worry, her confusion, her thoughts, all of it disappeared into its bright beauty, leaving relaxing emptiness behind. Her strength gone, the brunette sank back down into her chair.
"Mistress was right again. We will need Her equipment to complete your training. In the meantime, though, I can do my part in getting you ready to become Hers. So dream of Mistress, Slave X, dream of surrender."
Dressed in her black-and-white catsuit that covered every part of her, Mesmeri sat on her throne before Dawn. Her legs were crossed. The brunette cried out, her bosom heaving as she gasped for breath while her hand circled her clit ...
Kathy Leverine's apartment, Saturday evening
The blonde puttered around the apartment in her yummy sushi pajamas as her eyes kept wandering to her computer. Her roommate, Carmen, had gone out and Kathy wasn't expecting her back any time soon; she had the place to herself; she could watch it now.
Kathy nervously licked her lips as she pressed the button. The screen lit up and, in about a minute, the computer had finished booting up. Opening her browser, the blonde's fingers typed out the address. She'd stumbled upon it when she'd been doing research for Doctor Bell. In fact, she'd found it the day before, after something Emily had said ...
Doctor Bell's assistant frowned, her pinky floating over the Enter key. 'What did she say? She didn't think it was important, it was just some throwaway comment, but it was. I spotted the clue, I followed it here ... '
Her gaze floated about as Kathy tried to fill the puzzling gaps in her memory. She was not a ditz, even though her looks and mannerisms often led others to think so. Doctor Bell had seen that; it's why she got hired. Yet now, for the life of her, Kathy couldn't recall a fact she was sure she'd known only minutes before. 'Or did I?'
Puzzlement grew into worry as the blonde became lost in the fuzzy mist that was her conversation with Emily West. 'And why am I so eager to see this video anyway? I'm not into any of that stuff, and if it was for work I'd have watched it yesterday.' Her eyes caught the web address she'd typed in and it was like the sun came up, evaporating her mystification as if it had never been there.
The site loaded quickly and the Flash video started up. Kathy already knew what it was about, it showed the brainwashing of Emily Salesburry by Mesmeri. How it had gotten online, the blonde did not know, but she wasn't surprised either. Videos like this one got out from time to time, and there was an audience for them.
'But I'm not that audience,' Kathy reflected as the naked figure of Emily came to life on the screen. She was reclining in something that reminded Kathy of a dentist's chair with her arms supported on armrests and her legs stretched out. Her eyes were wide open and staring at something outside the frame, shining with emotion. 'Arousal,' she realized as her focus flicked down to her smallish breasts and then back up.
"Obedience is peace." Kathy jumped at the words coming from her speakers. They sounded very loud in the silent apartment. "Obedience is pleasure," Emily continued in a breathy voice. "Obedience is peace. Obedience is pleasure. Obedience is peace." The young woman droned on, never changing her tune. It should be boring, but the blonde found herself staring at the screen with rapt attention.
"That's enough for now," a cultured voice spoke up. Kathy blinked, wondering who that was before looking down at her hand. It had slipped into her pajamas at some point and was caressing her tummy. "Open your legs for me," the voice commanded, drawing Doctor Bell's assistant's attention back to the screen. "Yes, mistress," Emily responded. 'No, not Emily. She's a slave now. Mesmeri's property,' Kathy realized as the brunette congressional staffer opened her legs with glee to give the supervillainess an unobstructed view of her wet sex.
Mesmeri strutted into view, clad in her characteristic black-and-white catsuit, drawing Emily and Kathy's attention to her. Her hand caressed the brunette's stomach, coincidentally copying what Kathy's hand's was doing.
"There's a good slave. Now, let's test how wet you are for me." The hand slid down slowly and Doctor Bell's assistant tracked its progress without blinking. Kathy gasped when it finally dipped into her pussy, only now realizing her own hand had been mimicking Mesmeri's actions. "You're very wet for me, aren't you?"
"Yes," they confirmed.
"I'm pleased." Mesmeri's hand retreated, Kathy's didn't. "Start playing with your pussy and tell me what you are."
A hand started circling her clit. "I am yours, Mistress. Your slave, your servant, your tool."
"And who are you?"
"Yours, Mistress."
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The smell of her own sweat and arousal filled her nose, her eyes stung from staring too long at the screen, as Kathy rewatched the video. She knew it by heart now, knew what would come next, anticipated it as she rode her fingers, yet the thrill of seeing a second slave mount Emily's head was still surprisingly deep.
Kira's black skin and toned body were a sharp contrast with Emily's more petite form, yet the former's expression was as obedient and blissfull as Emily's had been before her face disappeared between Kira's strong thighs.
"Now, Emily, show your fellow slave how happy you are to be mine," Mesmeri ordered from off to the side. "Thank her thoroughly for all the trouble she went through to bring you to me."
A muffled "Yes, Mistress" could be heard just before a moan from Kira drowned out all other sounds. Her hips twitched, and Kathy rubbed her clit as she knew what was to come next, while Kira leaned forward a little deeper but didn't use her arms to support herself.
The dark amazon's hands instead slid up to her breasts and started to knead them, and she stared straight into the camera with half-lidded eyes as she did so. "Thank you, Mistress," she breathed while riding her fellow slave.
Kathy had seen this very scene several times now, and each time there had been something different to draw her attention, something new that had struck the blonde. This time a new insight hit her as she watched Emily's chin move as she ate out Kira:'You can't actually tell it is her from this angle. If you hadn't seen the whole scene, and only this part here, it could be any woman. It, it could even be me!'
Her hand hadn't stopped once as she'd watched and rewatched the video, only slowed down and sped up as her arousal ebbed and surged like the waves of a sea. Now her entire body stilled as the idea, the image, thundered through Doctor Bell's assistant. Kathy, sitting in that chair, naked, brainwashed, eating out another woman because Mesmeri wanted her to, because Mistress ordered her to. A bomb exploded between her ears as thought ceased and ecstasy filled her until it overflowed. She simply sat there, climaxing, watching two women obey and loving every second of it.
The moment passed, and Kathy finally slumped in her chair, satisfied at last. Her gaze drifted away from the screen as she found the strength to move the mouse and close the video.
Her mind was clearing, and it finally dawned on her what she'd been doing. The video she'd been watching had been real, not fiction. It had shown real people, real ... victims. And she'd been gotten off of it. Kathy shuddered as the memory licked at her.
She needed to think about this, she really did, but not right now. "No, I need a shower now," she concluded. She got up, but hesitated. 'I should delete the link, get rid of the temptation.' Kathy made no move to do that. 'Except, no, it can wait. Tomorrow, I'll do it tomorrow after Carmen's left. When I'm alone for a few hours again.'
Walking away from the computer, Kathy ignored the anticipation her plan awoke.
Dawn Sterner's apartment, Monday evening
"You're doing so well, Slave X," Emily cooed to Dawn before kissing her tummy. "Doctor Bell still doesn't suspect anything." The dark-haired heroine squirmed slowly as Emily's mouth traveled lower.
The superheroine couldn't see what the blonde was doing, only feel it, because of the helmet planted on her head. It looked like one of those virtual reality headsets and was connected to a laptop sitting on the nightstand next to the bed she was laying on. The very laptop Dawn had used to order the headset from one of Mistress' shell companies at Emily's command.
With her own communications still scrutinized, it had been necessary to have Dawn do it all using her own computer. And the piece of equipment was necessary because, despite appearances, Dawn was still fighting obedience. 'Not in everything. She falls into trance readily enough now, and forgets anything is amiss the moment she leaves it. I saw to that this weekend. It would have been a disaster if she'd gotten suspicious again in the Doctor's office. She took to my little suggestion to shave very well,' Emily noted as she laved Dawn's pussy with some attention. 'Hmmm, it's been too long since I've tasted a woman.'
