Guardian Girl entered the meeting hall of the League of Super Heroes only to stop short at the sight of the man at Judge Justice’s bench at the head of the table. It wasn’t the dark robed hero but the newest member of the League, the Sublime Spiral.

 

She shook her head as she made her way to her chair. “The Judge isn’t going to be happy you’re in his seat,” she said as she dropped into hers, sighing a little. She needed to get a new pair of boots made, these heels were a little too high.

 

“I suppose not. I was just curious as to his view of the rest of us. He seems so superior when he sits here.”

 

“Always has,” she agreed. The man’s chair and section of the table were elevated like a judge’s bench, keeping him above the other members. She supposed it was necessary when dealing with the various personalities and egos of the heroes. All of them were very confident and very convinced their powers were the only ones needed to solve a problem. Even when often it needed all of them to counteract whatever villain team up was happening.

 

“Last month I was tempted to pop a spiral up on his bench and use that to calm everyone down.”

 

Guardian Girl nodded, remembering that meeting on the villain team up that involved everyone in the unofficial villains group (if it had a name, they hadn’t learned it yet) except her personal nemesis, the Sinister Spiral. He had never made an appearance, and she didn’t know why.

 

She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, given that his powers could have stopped all of the League in their tracks.

 

Sublime leaned back. “Anyway, what brings you to the Courthouse?” he asked, using the unofficial nickname for their headquarters.

 

She scowled at the reminder of why she was here. “Wanted to use the data library. The Sinister Spiral has been leaving cryptic messages all over the city but in a strange numerical/character format so no one knows what they mean. They’re signed with his sigil, that’s how we know they’re his, but the message is unknown, and that’s worrying after last month’s team up where he wasn’t there.”  She really was annoyed this couldn’t be solved by her in her house, on the couch in sweats, before having to don her superhero outfit. Instead, she’d was here, in the uncomfortable heels and tight outfit, researching.

 

Sinister Spiral needed to go to jail just for making her dress up like this on a Friday night when she didn’t have plans.

 

“Sounds interesting. Need some help?” Sublime asked.

 

She shrugged. “If you want.”  Pulling out her tablet computer she connected it to the screen in the room and pulled up a picture of the first note.  It was plain white paper, a string of numbers and characters, and in the bottom right corner, the Sinister Spiral’s logo.

 

Sublime tilted his head as he looked at the note. Guardian brought up the other notes, each with a unique set of numbers and characters, all on white or blue paper, and all with his logo.

 

“I’ve tried every cipher I can find, even a few oddball ones, including one of the online versions of the Enigma machine, and nothing. It’s not even coordinates to anything.”

 

“Hm.  I wonder…” Sublime opened the laptop on the Judge’s bench and started typing something. “Huh. I didn’t think he’d be this juvenile.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

Another screen flickered to life in the room with a picture of a close up of an eye on a sculpture. “It’s a new ‘game’ used by teens and others kids to send messages to each other without being overt. The numbers and characters lead to a picture on the game’s website. My niblings have sent me messages with it for fun.  Each picture is part of the message, sometime it’s specific words on an object, sometimes it’s something that is substituting for a word. Like the eye could just be an eye or could stand for ‘see’.”

 

“Or it could be a homophone for the pronoun ‘I’ depending on the next word or words.”

 

“So let’s see what other pictures we have.”

 

It took them half an hour to get all the notes pulled up and the pictures aligned to be able to ‘read’ the messages, once they realized there were numbers in the logo that showed the order of the notes, not the order in which they were found.

 

“Okay,” she drawled out, looking at the pictures on Sublime’s screen. “I’m guessing that eye really is standing in for the pronoun.”

 

“Looks that way, but that’s a weird phrase, isn’t it?”

 

“I surrender to the spiral?” She asked, blinking as she looked at him, still up on Judge’s bench.  “It’s not unusual for him. Spirals are his thing to induce mind control. Kinda like yours, only less beneficial.”  She turned back to the screen.

 

“I surrender to the spiral. I obey the spiral. I am docile to the spiral.”  She barely noticed as her voice slowed. “I ….” She paused, trying to parse the next clue, a bee and a giant hot dog.

 

“I think that’s belong.”

 

“Right.” She started again. “I surrender to the spiral. I obey the spiral. I am docile to the spiral.  I belong to Spiral. I obey Spiral.”  She stared at the screen, unable to move, trying to parse the next message. Her muzzy brain saw it was part of an REI sign and the director of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy.

 

“Re- Peter” she said aloud. That wasn’t right…. “Repeat.”  She grinned as she got it, and then followed the instruction. “I surrender to the spiral. I obey the spiral. I am docile to the spiral.  I belong to Spiral. I obey Spiral. Repeat. I surrender to the spiral. I obey the spiral.  I am docile to the spiral.  I belong to Spiral. I obey Spiral. Repeat.”

 

She didn’t look away from the screen, mindlessly reading the pictures and repeating the phrases. She felt herself settling into the chair, body heavy and not moving as she kept repeating.

 

Just as she was about to say ‘repeat’ again the screen went black and a snap sounded in the room. She blinked, shaking her head, then pausing at a familiar chuckle.

 

Looking up she saw the Sinister Spiral sitting in the Judge’s chair, watching her eagerly. “Very good, my dear,” he said. “You figured out my clues so quickly, followed them so perfectly.”

 

“Where… where’s Sublime Spiral?” she asked, trying to get her thoughts together.

 

He chuckled. “He’s still here,” gesturing to himself. “Funny how none of the heroes ever thought to question how there were two people with the exact same power sets out there, with similar names, and definitely didn’t think they needed to vet my hero side. Giving me all the access I need to ensure I stay off their radar.  And ensure I have you where I want you.”

 

She shifted, reaching for the communication device in her gauntlet.  She had to warn the League!

 

“Nice try, my dear, but I can’t let you do that,” he said.  Before she could reach activate the device, the screen turned into a particular blue and white spiral she was very familiar with, and her mind and body immediately stopped and she stared, unable to stop dropping deeply into trance as she’d been conditioned to by the Sinister Spiral.

 

Her Master.  

 

After some moments, sentences appeared over the spiral, letting it show through them.  Her hands dropped to her side as she started repeating the sentences as they appeared.

 

“I am Master’s docile doll.  Docile dolls don’t resist.  Docile dolls obey.”  As she said each phrase, she sank deeper into trance, surrendering to her Master, Guardian Girl disappearing into Doll Cori.  “I am Master’s docile doll.  Docile dolls don’t resist.  Docile dolls obey.”

 

The words disappeared.  “Stand, my docile doll.”

 

She stood. 

 

“Docile dolls enjoy being on display.”

 

Immediately Cori reached up and undid the fastening of her cape, letting it fall to the floor.  Sliding the straps of her unitard down, she reached in to pull out her tits, letting them free, not caring that she was now topless in the meeting hall of the League.  Her Master ordered her to be on display, and she was a docile doll who obeyed.

 

His hands came around and began massaging her tits, and Cori gasped in pleasure, sinking deeper.  She was aroused, wanting more, but she was a docile doll, waiting for her Master’s orders.

 

“That’s it, sinking down, no longer a super heroine, but my super docile doll, obedient and pliant.”  His hands moved to her suit, pushing it down to her ankles, her stockings following. He gently leaned her over the table so her tits were pressed into it, hands moved above her head, which was turned so she had a clear view of the spiral.  “I think my docile needs to repeat what she sees.”  Text appeared on the screen again.

 

“Guardian Girl obeys the Sinister Spiral.  Guardian Girl is the Sinister Spiral’s docile doll.  Sinister Spiral is Guardian Girl’s Master.  Guardian Girl is Master’s obedient girl.”  She gasped as she felt Master pull down her underwear.  “I obey Master.  I am Master’s docile doll.  I have no thoughts other than what Master gives me.  I have no will other than what Master gives me.  I only move when Master Commands me.  I obey.  I obey.  I obey.”

 

The words disappeared as Master thrust his cock into her.  She groaned at the feel, wanting to thrust back, but she could not move unless Master commanded her.  So she lay there and let him thrust into her over and over again, driving more noises out of her.

 

“So good, so obedient, so pliant.  Doll is pleasing her Master,” he said softly into her ear.  “Such a good girl, but I think she can be better.  You can be silent for me, can’t you, no noise, just obedient, just feeling me inside your body and your mind, fucking both into obedience, into docility.  No thoughts, no will, nothing in your mind but the spiral and my words.”

 

She couldn’t moan again, just staring at the spiral on the screen and feeling him thrusting into her again, waiting for his words.

 

“That’s it, so good.  You’re so turned on right now, aren’t you?  Yes, as you drop deeper into obedience, as you surrender to your Master, you are more and more aroused, but you know that good girls don’t come until Master orders them.  And you are such a good girl,” he said.  “Such a good girl who can’t move, can't think, can’t speak, can’t come, not until Master says she can.”  He paused speaking, and thrusting, seeming to wait, but she was a good girl.  Master hadn’t said she could speak, or move, or think, or come, so she didn’t.

 

“Good girl,” he said again, and her pleasure at obeying mingled with her arousal.  He started thrusting again, and again, taking her arousal higher as he praised her for being a good girl, being obedient, docile, pliant.  She sank deeper, staring at the spiral, listening to Master. 

 

“When you come you will be able to move and speak, but good girls only come when Master tells them to.”

 

Somewhere deep in her mind she agreed, but her thoughts were gone, she obeyed Master.  Time was meaningless, thoughts were meaningless, she was her Master’s docile doll.

 

She felt him thrust into her, hard, and then heard him say “My good girl will come for her Master.”

 

Pleasure and orgasm hit her as she obeyed, shaking, screaming and moaning and whimpering, clenching around him, not wanting this to end.  His fingers slid over her clit, pinching and tugging as he ordered again, “My good girl will come for her Master.”

 

Helpless, she obeyed and came again, hands scrabbling against the table, hips thrusting back, noises coming out of her mouth in pleasure.

 

She heard him saying something as she drifted down from her orgasm, telling her she was a good girl, that she had pleased Master, that she could drift and let Master take care of her.

 

When she finally came back to awareness, Corrine found herself on her couch, wrapped up in a blanket, being cuddled by Mark.  She blinked, putting her thoughts together.  Turning her head, she saw her ‘superhero’ costume on the floor near the dining room table, with two computer monitors on it.  Both were turned off, but her tablet and Mark’s computer were on the table as well.

 

“Juice?”  Mark handed her a bottle of apple juice, holding it to her mouth when Corinne’s arm was still shaking.  “You were so good, Corrine,” he said when she had finished the bottle.  “You did so well.”

 

She squirmed a bit at the praise, resting her head against Mark’s chest.  “That was a bit intense,” she said.

 

“Good, bad or unknown intense?” He asked.

 

“Mm.  Good.  I really believed I was Guardian Girl, that I was solving clues left by the Sinister Spiral, with the help of the Sublime Spiral, and you really ensured that I didn’t twig to that twist, huh?”

 

“Of course.  You needed someone to play off, why not ensure you didn’t realize that your colleague was also your nemesis and Master.”

 

She chuckled.  “I really didn’t know until you said it, and by then, I wasn’t in a position to do anything about it.”  She looked back at the computers.  “The notes were just gibberish, weren’t they?”

 

“I had the pictures all done, just used the idea of a game to hide them until you were ready.  And yes, you were prepped for those phrases.”

 

“Figures.  Though they were cute.  A doe and a windowsill for ‘docile’.  The letter O and Beyoncé, or Bey, for obey.”

 

“Thank you.  I worked hard on those.”  He smiled.  “It was so much fun to watch you drop as you kept repeating them aloud.  I almost kept those up the entire time, but they didn’t do as well with the spiral.”  He stroked her hair.  “You seemed pretty gone by the end.”

 

“I was told I couldn’t move, think, speak, or come, without permission, and I was pretty deeply obedient.  I don’t know if much more stimulation would have gotten past the orgasm denial but otherwise, I was gone.”  She sighed.  “Not sure how long it was but it was enjoyable.”

 

“It was enjoyable having you be that deep and obedient, submitting to your Master.  Both the Sinister Spiral and Mark appreciated your submission.  And it was long enough, I didn’t want to keep you like that for hours.  Not sure I could have held out that long while fucking you like that.”

 

“Well, if we take that out of it, wonder how long I could be that obedient.”

 

“Sounds like another scene for us to talk about.”

 

“Sounds like.”  She closed her eyes and sighed.  “Thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome.  And thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome.”  She drifted as Mark stroked her hair and shoulders, murmuring words of praise as she processed the scene.  Tomorrow, she knew, she and Mark would discuss this more, when she wasn’t still floating on endorphins, to see what had and hadn’t worked, and if they wanted to do something like this again. 

 

Right now, she did.  And she didn’t think that would change.  After all, this scenario had been her idea.  And she had enjoyed every bit of it. 

 

Well, she smirked a little.  Maybe she would have wanted more orgasms, but really, that was her fault for giving Mark control over that aspect of the scene, as long as she at least got to come twice.  Yes, he triggered her twice, but they had blended into one another, feeling more like one orgasm.

 

Next time, she thought as she drifted into a pleasant doze, she’d make sure she specified “at least” a higher number.  Though she might need to be careful lest Mark give her what she asked for in ways she couldn’t anticipate.

 

Which, admittedly, wasn’t much of a deterrent as it maybe should have been. She nuzzled against Mark and sighed as she slipped into a pleasant sleep, with the promise of more trances on the morrow.