"How about you and me have some fun for a little while, right here? Just the two of us?"
It was all Trinity could do to stop herself delivering the hyena-like villain laugh she had sometimes practiced in front of a mirror. She couldn't believe her luck. The captured supervillain had been wracking her brains to come up with some kind of escape plan, and here, one had just fallen into her lap - all thanks to the miraculously foolish horniness of one woman.
Trinity never would have guessed that salvation would have come to her in a bathroom cubicle in a dyke bar, or that the angel of her deliverance would have been Daisy, a tall blonde with wandering hands and a lecherous stare. Or perhaps she had. She'd always hoped that if she met an angel, they'd have high, handsome cheekbones and great tits. After a few moments, she made herself stop staring at them. This still wasn't a plan. Not yet. Just an opportunity. And she had minutes at the most to make use of it.
As Daisy advanced on her, hips swinging, smile dancing, Trinity wracked her brains harder than ever before. What was she actually going to do? How was she going to use Daisy? It wasn't like two on one would make it any fairer of a fight. Not given Radiance's strength. She'd have to be a distraction, then. But how? However begrudgingly, Trinity had to give Radiance some credit. If something was obviously wrong, especially if it was distracting, she was sure to pick up on it right away. She couldn't doubt the superhero's instincts. It would have to be a distraction that didn't look like a distraction. A distraction that didn't look like it had anything to do with her at all.
Within seconds, Trinity seized on an idea. It sounded crazy. It was crazy. But the more she turned it over in her head, the more she started to grin like a wildcat. It was exactly her kind of crazy. And it just might work.
Grinning at Daisy, Trinity lifted her hand and let mind-warping purple sparks fly between her fingertips. God, it felt good to see that again. She had almost been scared to try, after feeling powerless for so long. But now that she could see and feel them once more, all her old, swaggering confidence was flooding back. Yeah. Oh yeah. She could do this.
"Sounds good to me," Trinity said, her voice as even as she could manage.
Her grin only grew wider when she saw an uncertain look pass over Daisy's face.
"What's that?" the tall femme asked. "Are you, like, some kind of-"
She trailed off into utter incoherence as Trinity pressed her fingertips to the poor girl's temple and hit her with it, full blast.
"Shut up," Trinity told her, quietly but firmly. "No more talking."
Instantly, Daisy was silent. She nodded; an odd twitching motion. This time, Trinity's mind-controlling shimmer poured into her system, there was nothing slow or gradual about how her eyes turned purple. They flared bright all at once, the edges of her irises threatening to bleed out with bright violet as the woman was emptied of everything but the compulsion to obey. Trinity grimaced at the sight. Not her finest work. In all likelihood, Daisy would be seeing stars for weeks. But there was no helping it. Trinity didn't have the time to be subtle.
Her power wasn't like Radiance's. Mind control came in all shapes and sizes. Trinity had made herself something of an expert on it, naturally. Radiance's seemed to be all about rules. Giving people a command, and making sure that no matter what they wanted, they couldn't disobey. Trinity's power was, she liked to think, a little more subtle. She worked her way into people's heads, rewiring their beliefs and desires, until doing whatever she wanted felt perfectly natural. There was always a certain amount of push and pull to it, as they struggled to integrate the new pieces Trinity added to their personality. It worked best with simple things, or if she had the time and the patience to slowly pull their mental house of cards apart and gradually fit everything back together around whatever she was inserting. It was far from an exact or perfect science.
But if she was desperate, instead of that, Trinity could form her power into a sledgehammer and simply ram something into someone's head so deep and so hard they couldn't do or think or feel anything except what she made them.
"Daisy," Trinity began, and she immediately commanded the woman's full attention despite the vicious, mind-warping sparks coursing through her body and mind. "You're a dominant, right? A top. You like control. You like to be the one in charge."
Daisy nodded again, this time with frantic eagerness. Trinity was telling something she already knew, something she wanted to hear, and along with Trinity's shimmer, that left her bubbling with euphoria. That euphoria soon crashed back on itself like a wave, reinforcing everything, and soon Daisy was shaking and simmering with dominant urges. That was good. But Trinity was only just beginning.
"Yeah." Trinity pushed Daisy up against the wall of the cubicle. She was far too deep to resist, or even to notice. "You're hot shit, Daisy. You love being dominant. And everyone else loves it too. You make people feel so good. They crave it. They need it."
The tall femme's enchanted, purple eyes went wide with awe at her own swelling pride and magnificence. Trinity could easily imagine what was going through her head. The rawness of true self-esteem and ego was as intoxicating as any drug, and almost no-one ever had the opportunity to experience an utterly pure taste. There were always itching doubts, and buried insecurities. But Trinity's shimmer could smother all of those like they were nothing, especially when she was forcing such a heavy dose of it into Daisy's head all at once.
"Yeah, good, that's it," Trinity encouraged, at the look of dawning, awestruck comprehension in her victim's eyes. "This is who you are. A domme. You're powerful. Commanding. You're in control. Always. That's what matters. That's all that matters."
Daisy was nodding, nodding, nodding like a metronome. But it wasn't an empty or automatic gesture. Trinity could sense her full, devoted agreement to each word the supervillain poured into her mind. Every poisoned, potent line that Trinity fed her was pounded deep into Daisy's consciousness and subconscious. She was picking apart the threads of Daisy's identity, seizing the one she wanted and magnifying it, while letting all the rest fade. Daisy was helpless against it. No-one - almost no-one - could resist her. Not once she really tried. Trinity had never been so blunt and forceful before. She'd never needed to. She felt like she was creating a monster, but maybe that was exactly what she needed.
"You understand, don't you?" Trinity kept it all flowing, words and shimmer both. She didn't want to give Daisy a single moment to catch her balance. She wanted the woman to tumble helplessly into her brainwashing. "You're the best. The strongest. You're always in charge. Who's more dominant than you?"
"N-n-no-one," Daisy panted. She sounded drunk, but her voice was overflowing with conviction. "Me. Me. I'm the- ah!"
She interrupted herself with a ragged moan as Trinity pressed her hand under the hem of Daisy's dress, running her fingertips against the tall woman's panties. They were already soaked. Thoughts of dominance had Daisy painfully aroused. That was good. In Trinity's experience, nothing was as potent as pleasure for reinforcing new ideas.
But that wasn't all. Trinity was turned on too. After all that Radiance had put her through, it felt so good, so gratifying to have power again. She needed to feel it. To revel in it, even if it was just for a few minutes. It was like a drug for her, one she'd been without for far too long. She wanted to see Daisy with that blissful, mind-fucked expression on her face, the one Trinity so loved giving people. She wanted to feel this powerful, confident dominant shuddering and slumping and clinging to Trinity for dear life as her mind re-wrote itself according to the supervillain's desires. It was the ultimate pleasure. The ultimate trip. The ultimate-
"Hey! Sh- Trinity!" came an all-too-familiar voice, followed by a hard, rude knock at the bathroom door. "You better be out soon! I'm waiting. Don't make me come in and get you."
The reminder of her unfortunate circumstances brought Trinity, unfortunately, back down to reality. She didn't have time to indulge. The mere sound of Radiance's voice had the villain grinding her teeth. It did, at least, provide an ideal illustration. She jerked her head meaningfully towards the door.
