I ended up sleeping in Joy’s guest room that night. She insisted I not look into her bedroom until she had a chance to clean it, and I was too tired to argue. A side-effect from the ocular surgery, according to Holly. I’d been woken up early because it’d be too risky to leave myself unconscious around an untamed Joy, but with that matter taken care of, there was more work to be done, and it was leaving me exhausted.

The guest room was nice and spartan. A stiff mattress, dusty comforter on top, and clean sheets and pillows that probably hadn’t been used in a decade. There was a concerningly large spider web in the corner of the ceiling, but once that was taken care of, the room was basically pristine aside from the dust. It was a big four-bedroom house with only one little old woman inside, so the place had been untouched.

Not that it mattered to me. I don’t think I’d ever fallen asleep so fast, and part of me was worried that it wasn’t falling asleep so much as Holly having some kind of button to turn me off. I had simple dreams that night. Fighting as a superhero. Taking down villains. At some point, my perspective shifted and I was watching myself do everything at a movie theater, like I was some kind of action star.

Joy was there in the dream. On her knees. Calling me Master and licking my balls, stroking my cock. It was the most realistic sex dream of my life. Too realistic, because the more I tried to focus on it, the more I felt myself waking up.

And that’s when I had the realization that the dream had blurred with reality, because even as I woke up, I could still feel Joy’s tongue. Feel her soft hands. I saw that big lump under the covers .

“Wow. Joy… this is… thank you so much. It’s every man’s fantasy to wake up like this. Seriously.”

Rather than answer me, Joy went from teasing to pleasuring, swallowing the whole length of my cock and bobbing up and down on it.

“You’re so good at that. Seriously, it’s like you’re a machine. But are you sure you want to swallow the load, or—” Or would you rather go doggy style? That was the question I was going to ask.

But when I pulled the blankets aside, I had a much more urgent question instead.

“...who are you?”

Because that was not Joy. Not unless Joy had somehow turned into a latina overnight, with dark hair in a pixie cut and gold hoop earrings. Dark skin with a healthy sheen of sweat making it glisten, and full breasts resting on top of me as she continued to suck my cock. And that ass. I had a perfect view of her ass. Heart-shaped twin peaks that jutted out high and proud, begging to be spanked and—

Not the time.

“Joy? JOY!!!”

I shouted for her, and got a muffled, distant reply that gradually got louder as she moved from the kitchen to the bedroom, “You’re awake? Finally! I was starting to get worried. It’s nearly time for lunch sleepyhead,” Joy swung the door open and stood there framed, wearing a white floral dress that hugged her waist tight and stayed loose everywhere else, a big happy smile on her face. “Like your little present? I saw her at the grocery store this morning, and caught her in the parking lot. Lucky catch, right?”

“No, no it is not, Joy. What the hell? How do I make her stop?”

“Huh? Ohh… I should have asked last night, huh?” Joy said, the realization dawning on her.. “White girls only then? What about Asians?”

Nevermind, still clueless.

“Joy, why the hell would you brainwash someone!? Brainwash… her!” The nameless naked woman still deepthroating my cock. I made the mistake of making eye contact with her, and though the burst of adrenaline had distracted me from how amazing her mouth felt, just one glance and I was right back to the edge of cumming. “It’s..!” I didn’t want to say rape. The woman certainly seemed enthusiastic about her job. “It’s illegal. Super illegal.”

“Relax! If you’re worried about that, don’t. I’ve known the manager at the Stop N Shop forever, and he knows to make sure nothing ever comes back to me. Oh wait, no… you’re right.” She slapped her forehead. “There’s no way he’d recognize me looking like this. Shit.” Joy started speed-walking down the hall, raising her voice to continue the conversation as she was moving away. Wasn’t even thinking. Okay, you keep having fun, and if you’re hungry, there’s a cottage pie in the oven you can help yourself too. I’ll go and take care of this fuckup and be back before you know it.”

“That’s not—”

«Hey hey hey! I know you want to take the moral high ground here, but maybe wait till she gets back?»

Holly’s voice was back inside of my head, sharper and louder than before. Less like a sound coming from my eyeball and more like it was from the inside of my own head.

«If Joy did get caught on a security feed, they’ll pass that footage on to the police, and the police will get her license plate, get her address, and then barge in on you with your brainwashed slave. No one wants that, right?»

I swallowed what I had to say, and seconds later, I heard Joy leaving, slamming the door behind her. Leaving me alone with the brainwashed sex slave sucking my cock.

“You can stop now if you want,” I said with a sigh.

And she completely ignored me, kept sucking away. Not just sucking. Massaging my shaft with her tongue and throat while she was looking up at me.

«Looks like she doesn’t want to stop»

Truthfully, neither did I. I’d already come this far, hadn’t I? And more importantly, there was no way I’d be able to think clearly if I ended up with blue balls now. So really, I ought to help her finish. Right?

“No need to deepthroat. Suck on the head and stroke with your hands. Swirl your tongue.” The girl immediately complied, and when I closed my eyes, I could remember Joy doing that move, how amazing it’d felt, how amazing this felt, and I lost control.

I clenched my teeth as I started cumming, and the girl gulped it down, not spilling a single drop, sucking away at my cock until I finally told her to stop.

“Thanks. And sorry. Are you okay?”

Her mouth now free to speak, the girl sat up on the mattress, kneeling, and answered with a placid smile, “You’re welcome, Master. No need to apologize, Master. I feel amazing, Master.”

My cock twitched, telling me to get ready for round two, and I mentally told it to shut the hell up.

“You don’t have to keep calling me Master, okay?”

“Yes, Master.”

«Walked right into that one, didn’t you?»

No argument from me. I took a different approach.

“Can you act normal? Like you’re not a brainwashed sex slave?”

“Yes, Master. What kind of normal would you like? Should I have my previous personality but still enjoy my time as your slave? Or would you like me unwilling but unable to disobey?”

“Yikes.” Just imagining that second one gave me a cold sweat. “The first one.”

“Okay, Master. I’ll do my best.” The girl closed her eyes and looked down, clearly concentrating. Deep breath, then let it out slowly, then opened her eyes and looked back at me. The stiffness was gone, and immediately she gave me a playful smile, then stretched her arms up over her head, “Mmm! Thanks! That’s so much better, being able to think clearly again.”

“Better, yeah. And again, I’m really sorry this happened to you.”

She shrugged, let out a quick laugh as she waved me off, “Don’t worry about it. Not like it was your fault, and between the two of us, I’ve always had this fantasy of being a guy’s hypnotized maid, so this is like a dream come true!”

Another twitch from my cock, harder to ignore this time. “Even so, it wasn’t okay. When Joy gets back, I’ll make her undo everything. And uh… it’s probably for the best that you don’t remember any of this. For everyone involved.”

She nodded, “That makes sense. Though maybe you’ll leave a trigger and call me up sometime? I’d hate to think that something this cool ends here.” She crawled over towards me. “Wouldn’t that be fun? Turning my mind on and off with just a snap of your fingers?”

Hell yes it would. And if she was willing…

“What’s your name?”

“Rio. Just R-I-O. But you can call me whatever you like, Sir.”

I grinned. When Joy got back, I’d talk things over with her. What’s done was done, but going forward, I didn’t see any reason not to go along with Rio’s proposal. In the meantime…

My stomach growled, loud enough to make Rio pause. “Joy did say you skipped breakfast. How about we eat together?”

“I like the sound of that. But let’s wait for Joy to get back for round two. In the meantime, do you want to get dressed?” I asked, swinging my legs to finally get off the mattress and back on my feet.

“Only if you crank up the A/C, it feels like a greenhouse in here! Any particular outfit you have in mind? I’d love a cute maid uniform, but for right now, how about you give me your shirt, and I’ll wear that with nothing underneath. Easy access, Masss…” She trailed off, realizing the mistake, and the smile vanished from her face, replaced with the same eerie calm as before, “Apologies for breaking character, Master, but how would you like to be addressed in this scene?”

Breaking character. Her real self now only existed as a character to be played, and even then, she still slipped up.

“Wait wait wait. So when you said that being a hypnotized maid was your fantasy, was that…?”

“Again I must apologize, Master. When you asked me to assume a persona like my previous one but comfortable with slavery, that was the only thing that came to mind. Of course you’d realize the lie. Please punish this dimwitted slave so that she might do better in the future, Master.”

The pit in my stomach clenched.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, just go wait in the living room for Joy to get back. I need some time to think.”

As I left the guest room, she replied with a simple, “Yes, Master.”

I left Rio in the bedroom and took a long, hot shower. After toweling off, I rummaged around the closet for more old clothes to wear. I ended up with some loose jeans I cinched tight with a borrowed belt and a dark blue polo shirt. Musty, but better than the sweat soaked clothing I’d been wearing yesterday. When I went to the living room, Rio was there waiting for me, kneeling on the floor, legs together, hands in her lap. With a smile, she said, “Hello, Master! Would you like me to prepare breakfast now?”

I glanced at the round plastic clock hanging on the wall, “How long has Joy been gone?”

“About half an hour, Master.”

«Thirty-four minutes. But the local Shop N Save is only three minutes away. She should have been back by now.»

Ignoring Rio for the moment, I answered Holly, “She’s gotten away with this stuff her whole life, I don’t think she’d slip up this morning. It’s probably taking so long because she’s being careful.”

«She’s been inactive for at least ten years. Countermeasures and protocol have updated, and she now has the hormones of a young, horny idiot.»

“You’re the one who told me to let her leave!” I snapped.

“Master?” Rio asked, still on her knees, looking slightly concerned.

«It seemed like the most prudent thing to do at the time! And now, the most prudent thing to do might be to leave.»

“Right, like they’re not going to find my DNA here.”

«Grab the sheets, grab your clothes, and—»

Ding, dong. Ding, dong.

«Oh hold on, she’s back! False alarm, everyone!»

“Holly… why would Joy ring her own doorbell?”

«Crrrrap.»

Ding, dong. Ding, dong.

I glanced towards the glass sliding door. I could run out, hop a fence… but my truck was parked outside. My equipment was still in the yard. Rio was still kneeling.

Yeah, that wasn’t going to work.

“Rio, stand up and follow my lead.” I hissed as I started yanking the musky polo shirt off my head, followed by the belt and jeans. I hesitated before ditching the boxers too, but off they went. At least I was too drenched in a cold sweat to start blushing from embarrassment.

Fully naked, I opened the door, standing side-by-side with the equally nude Rio.

“Welcome. Are you a friend of Mistress?” I asked with what I hoped was a warm, creepy smile.

“Rio!?”

Turns out, it didn’t matter what look I had on my face because the woman behind the door only had eyes for the woman standing next to me.

“Baby, are you okay? What happened?” The woman grabbed onto Rio’s shoulders and gave her a shake.

“I have never been better. Thank you for asking. Are you a friend of the Mistress?” Rio was following my lead.

Which might not be a good idea, considering how this person was dressed. She was wearing a blue leotard that extended over her arms as gloves, the blue material broken up by black leather belts and thigh high boots. Her hair was blue too, and so were her eyes. Startlingly so, almost like they were lighting up. The leotard was missing most of the top, two narrow triangles that were held taught over her nipples with an interior bikini top, and the bottom of the leotard so high-cut her entire ass must be completely revealed in the back. She wore her hair straight, falling down on one side, and she looked young. Younger than me at least.

Normally the sight of a girl this drop-dead sexy at the door would be a fantasy come true. But if they’d sent a Hero-class here… not good, not good, not good.

The woman shook her head, trying to recover her composure, and started over, “Excuse me, sir. Ma’am. My name is Blue LIghtning, and I’m a local heroine working with the city’s CCU.” The Class Crime Unit. Like the name suggested, it was the police division focused on dealing with criminals that used the abilities of their Class in nefarious ways. And as you’d expect, that kind of job required you to have a Class of your own that could regularly handle such people. Most were Enhanced, if only the Enhanced made up so much of the population, but other popular classes were the Telekinetics, the Speedsters, and the Martial Artist.

As for why Hero-class women liked dressing in such slutty outfits? There were a lot of reasons and theories. Officially, one of the requirements for being Hero-class was that you were resilient enough to make things like bulletproof vests redundant. Dressing half-naked sent a message to criminals, that anyone who could afford to enter a dangerous situation with their tits out wasn’t to be trifled with.

Me personally? I blamed/thanked social media for the trend. Class Crime only made the news a few times a month, but an eye-catching outfit could get a heroine plenty of attention and support from fans. Either way, I was happy with the trend.

And seeing one of those hero uniforms in the flesh was even more amazing than when I was doom scrolling online. If only it wasn’t under this specific circumstance.

“Shit, Rio. What did that crazy bitch do to you.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what ‘crazy bitch’ you might be referring to.” Rio replied in a pleasant singsong tone.

The hero’s hair starting glowing and lifting up, lines of electricity sparking between the strands like a tesla sphere.

Elementalist. She was a Lightning Elementalist. Duh, it was right there in the name. The woman could kill me faster than I could blink. Some part of me knew I was screwed no matter what class she had, but it was one thing to know that intellectually and realize it viscerally as she was charging up a million volts while I was standing naked next to her brainwashed girlfriend who still had the smell of my cock on her breath.

I clenched my jaw to keep my teeth from chattering, smiled, and waited.

Thankfully, slowly, the woman calmed down, her hair losing the luminescent glow, and she started over.

“Mind if I come in to talk to the two of you? There was an incident at the Shop N Save, and license plates of the offender’s vehicle were registered here. Is Agnes Lovegood here?”

“Mistress—” Rio started, but I cut her off.

“Mistress has no other slaves but us.”

The heroine sucked in a long breath and let it out slowly. “Fucked up. I bet that bitch had the old lady walk herself off a cliff or something.”

Interesting. So she didn’t realize that Joy was Agnes Joy Lovegood. Not surprising, since as far I knew there were only three people in the world with the Shaper class who could restore youth, and even then it was only the appearance. Plus Joy had managed to go her whole life registered as being Classless, so no reason to suspect her. I couldn’t say any of this to clear Joy’s “good” name, of course. And even if I wanted to defend Joy, she had three ex-husbands who didn’t exactly go peacefully.

“Well, you’re coming with me.” The heroine grabbed Rio by the wrist and pulled, while Rio pulled back.

“I apologize, but I need Mistress’s permission to leave the premises,” Rio said in the same singsong tone as she pulled her arm back.

“You don’t have a Mistress! Snap out of it!” Blue Lightning raised her hand up and for a second I thought she was going to try and slap Rio out of her conditioning. She hesitated, then slowly lowered her arm.

“What happens if your Mistress doesn’t come back?” Blue Lightning asked.

“We will continue to wait for her, ma’am.” I answered this time.

Another flare up of electricity, a growl from the back of her throat, and finally, Blue Lightning relented, “Whatever. Mind if I come in and talk to the two of you? And uh, are there any clothes you two can put on?”

Rio looked to me for guidance, and I slowly nodded, “Yes, ma’am. If our nudity offends you, we shall dress ourselves at once.”

We let her in and had her wait in the living room while Rio and I briskly walked into the bedroom. I doubt she was thrilled with me going into a bedroom, nude, with her girlfriend, but the heroine didn’t object for now. Rio found a sundress to wear while I settled for some khaki slacks and a yellow polo this time.

“Maybe I should tell the truth?” I whispered.

«Too risky!»

“Then what do we do?”

«I’m thinking!»

“Don’t worry, Master,” Rio assured me. “Your safety is my number one priority, even more important than your pleasure. If it means keeping you safe, I would gladly destroy my former lover.”

“...thanks, Rio.”

We couldn’t keep the hero waiting, so Rio and I returned to the living room, taking a seat on the couch together while Blue Lighting opted to keep standing.

“Alright. Let’s go over some questions, see just how messed up your heads are. First off, names. You remember that you’re Rio Aguilera, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Rio nodded.

“And you are…?”

“Hiroshi Jones, ma’am.” If you’re going to lie, try to tell the truth as much as possible.

“Great. And Hiroshi, mind telling me what you’re doing here?”

“Yes, ma’am. I run a youtube channel, and…” I went on autopilot, retelling a version of events. Leaving out the time traveling robot spider, my class as Villain Tamer, Joy’s rejuvenation, and especially this morning’s wake up surprise. While I did, I started thinking. I might be able to get away with this, but there were going to be way too many questions. And if Joy had a DNA test, it’d just draw more attention. I was already connected to it, and even if I got out of this, I’d be on the radar. And with a family like mine, that wasn’t going to work. No, it wasn’t just that. Even if I managed to get out of this in the clear, there was no way Joy would. I don’t know what the government did with mind controllers like her, but I didn’t imagine it was good. I needed to do something, and fast.

How the hell had Joy let herself get caught anyways? She was the only one who could fix this, but she’d already been caught, and she was probably stuck inside some windowless cell or…

RECALL JOY?

The message popped up on a floating screen and I choked on my words.

“Mr. Jones? You were saying, about this morning?” Blue Lightning prodded me after a second.

I swallowed as I thought about confirming the popup. “Right. When I woke up, my Mistress told me that she had forgotten something while shopping, and…”

The screen vanished, replaced by my Inventory screen, and the faded out icon of Joy filled up with color once again.

“Yes, well, I’m glad that the two of you are safe,” Blue Lightning said as my retelling caught up with the present. “Okay, Rio, your turn. How the hell did you run into her?”

“Earlier this morning, I said that I would head to the grocery to get milk and eggs, plus some of those spicy nachos you like. Mistress was ahead of me in the line to the cashier, and then in the parking lot, she was waiting by my car.”

As Rio continued, the next pop up came.

SUMMON JOY?

I tried to remember the feeling from yesterday when I summoned her. There had been golden motes of swirling light that came from my body and came together to form Joy. It was only after the fact that Holly had told me that she hadn’t seen any lights, that the playback on her recording didn’t show it either. If it didn’t show up on film, then maybe the golden lights were only visible to me. It was a risk, but I couldn’t think of any other options.

While Blue Lightning began questioning Rio about her morning, I began to summon Joy, my skin heating up, and with every bit of willpower I had, I willed the motes of light to float over Blue Lightning’s head and start coming together behind her. Neither woman seemed to notice what I was doing, though Rio lightly gasped as Joy came into being, dressed in the same sundress from this morning, looking confused, opening her mouth to ask me—

“Shut up!” I raised my voice as Joy popped into existence behind Blue Lightning. I wanted to keep her attention focused on me, and I didn’t want Joy to accidentally say anything. “I think that it’s time for you to leave! If Mistress was here, she could correct your thoughts, but since she’s not…”

“I understand the confusion, Sir.” Despite my outburst, Blue Lightning was keeping professional. If anything, she was looking at us with pity in her eyes. In her mind, I was just another victim. “And it might not make any sense right now, but I assure you, we’ve got experts for this kind of thing, and you’ll be taken care of.”

“Sorry, but!” I glanced at Joy who had both hands clamped over her mouth, eyes wide with confusion. “There’s nothing wrong with me, and the one that needs to be fixed is you. Right!?””

“Mr. Jones, Hiroshi, please calm down. It’s all going to be okay. And it’s fine if you’re still confused right now, you don’t need to panic, so just—”

“Relax!” Joy interrupted, jumping right in front of Blue Lightning and grabbed her head in both palms. Blue Lightning was around 5′10 to Joy’s 5′2, so she had to tilt the woman’s head down significantly to meet her startled gaze. Before Blue Lightning had time to make sense of it, Joy continued, “And sleep!”

Blue Lightning’s mouth was open but she didn’t manage to get a single word out, her eyes slamming shut and her body going limp into Joy’s arms.

«That was her Rapid Induction skill. Puts the target asleep in seconds, but needs skin-to-skin contact, direct eye contact, and the loud verbal component. Lucky for us this rookie didn’t fry our girl when she grabbed her. How did you know that would work anyways?»

“...I was kind of just hoping for the best…” I whispered under my breath. “How would I know what all those skills do?”

«Oh. Well! Let’s fix that ASAP! Just as soon as you deal with this drama»

Drama. Right.

“Welcome home, Mistress,” Rio said with a demure curtsy, “Shall I strip nude again?”

“Corner time. I need to work on your girlfriend and don’t need any distractions.” Joy pointed, and Rio scurried over, nose to the corner of the room, hands behind her back. Joy then began dragging Blue Lightning’s limp body to the old armchair, setting her down with a heave-ho, “That was a really nice trick back there. I was having a panic attack locked in the backseat of this psychopath’s car.”

“What happened?”

“Bitch shocked me! And when I woke up, I was in handcuffs with socks stuffed in my mouth and duct-taped shut! Did she buy socks at the store? Who does that? I mean—”

“No, not that!” I cut in. “What happened, how did you get caught?”

“Oh, that. Rotten luck. Million to one odds. When I got there, I went straight to the manager’s office, and he was there with the blue bimbo looking at the security tapes. And turns out, she’s the type to shock first, ask questions later.”

“Why the hell would she be at the store?”

“Oh, well…” Joy trailed off. “Why don’t we ask her later? For now, I need a few minutes to get her pliable.” Joy climbed into the armchair and straddled Blue Lightning’s lap, leaning in close so she could whisper into her ear. Occasionally the heroine would mumble something, weakly shake her head, sigh, or let out a soft moan. The sight of the two pressed so close together, the skimpily-dressed superheroine feebly resisting was enough to make me blush. Watching her willpower getting drained away, systematically dominated by Joy’s silk-soft whispered words. If it wasn’t so wrong, it’d be so damn hot.

A few minutes later, Joy slid off the heroine’s lap and looked to me, her eyes dipping low, “You really liked that, hun? We’re going to get along great.”

“I, uh…” I realized just how intently I’d been staring and how hard I’d gotten. It didn’t matter how wrong it was. Damn, that was hot.

“But now let’s see how well it took.” Joy turned back to Blue Lightning, still slumped on the chair, eyes closed, legs spread, completely vulnerable and open. “What’s your name?”

“Alicia Adams,” came the soft, sleepy reply.

“Is she lying?” Joy tossed the question over to Rio.

“No, Mistress.” Rio said, still with her nose in the corner of the room, hands behind her back.

“Nice. No lying, no hesitation, no stalling, and no playing cute like saying her cape moniker. Heh, knew she was dumb, but this might be a record for me.” Needlessly smug, Joy turned to me for approval, “Not bad, right?”

«Impressive! Most manipulator-type classes need a lot more time. On the scale of hours, if not days. Even if this woman had below average resistance, it really is incredible just how effective the Hypnotist class can be» Holly injected some color commentary, but I could be impressed later.

“Just ask her how she caught wind of you so fast.”

With a roll of her eyes, Joy replied, “Wrong question. What we should be asking is if anyone else knows. And hey, Blue, that’s what I’m asking.” Joy lightly slapped Alicia’s cheek. “Who else knows I hypnotized your girlfriend?”

“No one else…” Blue Lightning… Alicia answered.

“Huh? What about the manager, Henry Whathisname?” Joy pressed, “He was in the room when you zapped me.”

“He doesn’t know…”

“You already said that,” Joy said while grinding her teeth. “She’s one of them that takes these trances real literal-like. Gotta be specific with the questions. So… why doesn’t Henry know?”

“I lied to him… said you were a known Thief I was investigating…” Alicia admitted.

“And why would you do that?”

“If I said you were a Manipulator class… things escalate… and slow down…”

«Aha! So that’s it. An unregistered Manipulator is a State-level emergency. As soon as they’re detected, all Heroes need to evacuate and report to quarantine where they’re examined and made sure to not have already been compromised, while a task force is gathered up to track down and observe the manipulator remotely. Even in the future, it takes at least two weeks before they send the actual strike team in. And since our girl already had Joy zapped unconscious, she must have thought that it wasn’t worth a month in quarantine, especially not when her girlfriend was still missing.»

A State-level strike team. Which would mean my mother and her colleagues. It’d be hilariously ironic if it wasn’t so terrifying.

“So we’re in the clear?” I asked the question out loud for both Joy and Holly. I didn’t realize how exhausting the stress was.

«For now»

“Even better,” Joy said with a big grin on her face. “We’re in the black! Not bad, huh, Jones? Got you not one, but two pretty little things. A spicy latina and her superheroine lesbian girlfriend. Great start to your harem, ain’t it?”

“No.”

“Seriously? These two are total knockouts, I thought. I mean, I know you must like ’em young, seeing how enthusiastic you were last night, but these girls are barely out of college, and—”

“No, no, no. Look, Joy, yeah, they’re gorgeous. But it’s wrong. I didn’t ask you to do this for me, and neither of them deserve it.”

Joy folded her arms under her breasts and struck me with a cold look, “Uh huh. And I guess I did then, hun?”

«100%. The Villain Tamer class categorically only works on people who deserve it»

“Kind of. No, wait, that’s not what I meant,” I held up my hands as Joy stormed up to me. “For one, there were extenuating circumstances in your case. And I thought you liked it. And… hey, here’s a big one, you’re not a slave!”

Joy was standing right next to me, one arm held up, shaking, not saying anything, mouth open as she took short, heavy breaths, “If I wasn’t your slave, then why can’t I slap you?”

“That’s…” I ran my fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry.”

Joy looked at me with wet eyes, growled, then stomped away, kept her back to me as she continued, “It’s not your fault. I mean, it is, but you’re right. I do like being your… whatever I am.”

«A Beast Tamer’s controlled animals are known colloquailly as Pets»

“But this is all real new to me too.I’ve never felt like this.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like… like I owe you big. Real big. And I need to make you happy, not be such a disappointment.”

Cute. Look, I know that she’s a mind controlling (former) serial killer, but the way her voice choked up just now was yanking on my heartstrings. I stepped close towards her and gave her a hug from behind, arms around her waist. “Sounds like you’re just not used to caring about someone.”

“Huhhh?” Joy’s reaction wasn’t what I was banking on, with her forcing herself out of my arms and whirling back towards me. “You think… of all the nonsense… That’s not it! God’s sakes, Jones. We met yesterday! You’re a good kid, maybe, but that ain’t what I’m talking about!

“It’s that I’m not really a person anymore. Like the old Agnes died yesterday and this new Joy is someone else. You might be the first people Tamer I’ve heard of, but I know how it goes for the others. They can summon and dismiss all their critters, and it’s not even hard. I need to make you happy, or I just don’t exist!”

Ah… so she wasn’t falling in love with me. She was stressed out with existential dread over the fact that her existence depended on my whims.

Understandable.

“So you think that because of the whole…” I gestured to Rio in the corner, Alicia zonked out on the chair. “...harem thing means I might put you into cold storage?”

“Either that or turn me in to the police. Or think of something worse. I mean… and I know the way this sounds, hun, but… you’re the first person I’ve known that knows what I can do that I didn’t program to never betray me. You’re the first person I’ve ever had to trust.”

I nodded, “That sounds… really lonely.”

“Yeah, no shit, hun,” Joy said as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Emotional, vulnerable, with the prettiest pouty pink lips. Rationally, I knew the woman was three times my age, but no matter what, I couldn’t see her as anything but a messed up teenager right now.

I put my hand on Joy’s head, gave her a tender scratch. “Well, just… the next time you want to surprise me, maybe make it a legal surprise?”

She gave me a light punch in the gut, “Fine. If you want to be boring about it,” she said with a wry smile.

“Now… about these two.”

We both looked at the lesbians for a long, silent moment.

«Hold on. As much of a mess as getting these two was, having access to a Hero is a big advantage. If you want to save the world, you’re going to need a lot more than just Joy on your side, and Blue Lightning is going to have access on every would-be villain around»

Saving the world. Right. But that didn’t mean I needed to keep them as my personal sex slaves. And with Joy’s Skills put to a better use, I’m sure I could make the two of them both understand.

“Let’s figure something out.”

* * *

Even though I’d told Joy that we would figure out what to do together, in the end it was Holly who came up with the plan on account of her future knowledge knowing just how manipulators like Joy were caught. It was a lot to take in, but my main takeaway was that Joy’s Class was downright terrifying. The control didn’t wear off and the commands given were ironclad.

The flipside was that just about everyone else in the world had a class as well. Resistance, Willpower, Bounce Back, Psy Shield, Mind Blank… there were dozens of Skills that would either let someone break out eventually or outright nullify her abilities. Most were Auxiliary Skills though that developed as someone trained their Class, so there wasn’t too much worry that the average person would have them. We’d been lucky with Alicia, and there was always a risk that as she gained more experience, she’d get an anti-hypnosis skill.

But more important than that were the Skills that could pick out who was mind controlled. Mind Reader, Thought Probe, Open Book, Truth Circle, and a few more. They were much more rare, but a heroine like Blue Lightning was checked every few months and it was always a surprise. Put simply, when a mind controller told someone to keep a secret and a mind reader asked what that secret was, they’d reveal it 100% of the time. Like finding a needle in a haystack, a mind controller like Joy could bury it down deep, but mind readers had a super magnet to yank it out easily.

According to Holly, there was only one known way to evade detection: amnesia.

To get into the specifics, there were two kinds of forgetting that could be done with hypnotic suggestions like Joy’s. First, suppressing the memories, only letting them bubble up after a trigger. And second, outright deleting them permanently. The only way to hide the needle in the haystack was to not keep it in the haystack in the first place.

And so, reluctantly, Joy had erased the whole affair with Rio and Alicia from their minds.

A week later and we’d abandoned Joy’s home, I’d moved out of my own, and we were staying together in a one-bedroom apartment. In the end, we’d decided that it was just too risky to keep staying at Joy’s when the “real” Agnes Lovegood was going to be missing indefinitely, and even riskier to have her stay at my family’s home.

I lived with my mother and sister. My mother wasn’t home much, instead staying at the Hero HQ dorms in the state capitol. For our own protection, she’d said. Still, she’d pop by at least a few times each month, usually without any warning. As for my little sister Saeko, she was busy with college or having a social life, but she still slept at home most nights.

As rare as it was for them to show up, I still wasn’t about to introduce them to Joy. No form of ID, no history on social media, and most of all, she looked like she was at least ten years younger than me. If they didn’t kill me, they’d pry into our business asking all the wrong kinds of questions.

For now we were dipping into the little savings I had. I’d asked Holly about investing in stocks or something, exploiting her future knowledge, but she’d shot that idea down fast. She claimed that it was because making too much money too fast in the financial markets would draw attention, but I had a feeling she just didn’t know how any of it worked.

One of the few upsides of living in such a small town was that the rent prices were affordable and the buildings were big, letting us get a half-way decent place that needed some cleansing but had a nice kitchen, central heating and air, and a plenty big bedroom.

It wasn’t the cheapest in town, but I had some friends to help me out, not just loaning me the money without planning to ever ask for it back, but even helping us move in, clean the place up, and settle in. They were even nice enough to wake me up this morning.

“Good morning, Master. Time to wake up. You don’t want to sleep in all day, do you?” Rio softly whispered into my ear as she pressed her soft chest against me, then began to slowly pepper me with kisses along my neck and cheek.

Meanwhile, Alicia was moaning, the covers of the bed rising and falling as she enthusiastically deepthroated my entire length, her naked heart-shaped ass sticking out at the foot of the bed.

“If you two wanted to get me out of bed, then you shouldn’t have made it so comfortable. Think I might never leave.”

The covers shifted slightly as Alicia slid her mouth off my cock and began to lick it from the base, all the way up the shaft and across the tip, flicking her tongue around the head while Rio said, a note of disappointment in her voice, “So you’re saying you want us to stop?”

“Of course not.” I smiled and shook my head, as Alicia started to suck and lick my tip while stroking me, the covers moving slightly as she used her other hand to play with my balls. “But I can’t let the two of you do all the work.”

I tossed off the blanket covering Alicia, “Shoulder to shoulder, girls.”

Giggling like schoolgirls, the lesbian lovers went on all fours on the mattress. Alicia had her legs spread slightly with her head down, panting with her pussy glistening, while Rio was more playful, lightly swaying her hips so they’d bump into Alicia every beat, reaching between her legs to spread open her labia for me.

“Such needy sluts,” I grinned as I moved behind them, putting my hands on their firm butts. “Bothering me first thing in the morning just for a fresh load of cum,” I teased Rio, running my tip up and down her slit.

“Mhm!” Rio agreed, grinding back on my cock, moaning as I rubbed against her clit. “C’mon Master, stuff your big cock into your little bitch.”

“Me too! I’m Master’s little bitch too...” Alicia whined, spreading her legs even further apart to show off how wet she was.

“Good girl. I love hearing my little sluts beg for my cock.” I pressed against Rio’s slick entrance, and as soon as I started to enter she pushed her hips back against me, taking the whole length in one swift motion as her ass clapped against me.

I gripped her waist, slowly rocking her hips against mine as she moaned, my shaft stretching out her tight cunt. “Fuck yeah...” Rio panted, “I love the way your cock feels inside of me.”

Alicia groaned out, her body shivering with need, “No fair... I want it too, Master. Please don’t cum in my girlfriend’s cunny, use mine instead!”

I shoved two fingers into Alicia’s sopping cunt, roughly thrusting in and out of her as I continued to pound Rio. “Maybe next time. But you have to be patient and watch. If you can’t even do that, then you don’t deserve Master’s cock.”

“Yeah, fuck yeah!” Rio agreed as she kept rocking herself against me, happy to do all the work of fucking herself on my dick.

“Sorry... I’ll be good...” Alicia whimpered, “I promise. But you finished in her last time! It’s not fair...”

I slapped Rio’s ass, eliciting a yelp. “What do you think, Rio? Should I cum in you and watch your slut girlfriend clean us up?”

“Yes please!” She panted, her voice trembling with pleasure, “I wanna see Alicia swallow every drop!”

“Noooo!” Alicia whined, her voice getting even more breathy as I kept finger fucking her, “Not again! I want it inside me too, Master!”

It really wasn’t fair, which made it all the hotter. So as much as I might have wanted to switch partners, it was too late. “I’m gonna cum!” With a satisfied groan, I began to cum inside of Rio, emptying my balls while she kept moving, forcing out every drop, her pussy squeezing down tight.

Lucky for them, just knowing they’d made me cum was enough to bring them over the edge too, both girls making far too much noise for an apartment with such thin walls. Rio had a habit of biting down on her lip to try and muffle her moans, but it never really worked. And Alicia would always start by trying to be quiet, but when she finally did climax, she sounded like a trashy porn star, howling out with a “Yes! Fuck yes, so good!”

Satisfied, I let Alicia start to clean me up with her mouth while Rio cuddled against me again. Alicia’s tongue on my cock felt nice, but it was always better to wait for her to get to the sucking part. “That’s a good girl,” I patted her head, “You’re getting a lot better at that.”

“She’s been practicing. Last night she had me wear the strap-on for a rehearsal. Honestly, I’d be jealous if you weren’t doing such a good job of taking care of the both of us.”

“Mmmhmm,” Alicia agreed with my cock in her mouth. She pulled away with a pop. “Thanks so much for seeing us on such short notice.”

“Any time. What are friends for?” I put my hand on Alicia’s head and pet her while she started work on getting my cock hard again. It looked like she really wanted a creampie of her own, and she was determined to get it.

So.

Like I went over before, the biggest threat to Joy’s hypnosis is that it’s easy to detect tampering unless you delete the memories. We’d done that, but since we also needed a way to stay in contact with Alicia, it was decided to do a little more tampering. Neither Rio or Alicia had any memories of being controlled or influenced, but they did believe that the three of us were friends with benefits. Lots of benefits. They now had memories of meeting me a month ago and hitting things off, as well as deeper memories that implanted the roots of their submission kink. It was a small, compartmentalized relationship that might stick out to a mind reader, but since the idea of a lesbian couple having a guy whose dick they were crazy over was already something they’d want to keep secret, it wasn’t so suspicious.

That was the theory at least.

I know, I know. I should have pushed back on the idea, I was 100% exploiting these innocent women. But the two of them were enjoying it, and as Holly kept reminding me, this was all for the sake of saving the world someday. Honestly, I didn’t lose too much sleep over it.

“You two cuties staying for lunch?” Joy interrupted, standing in the doorway sometime during round three with Rio and Alicia. She was dressed in a pair of old denim overalls with just a tube top and maybe panties underneath, a faded yellow apron worn over it, and the smell of chili and cornbread started wafting in as soon as she’d opened that door.

Alicia was still on top of me, reverse cowgirl, breasts bouncing up and down while she answered, “Yes… please… thanks…!”

“Damn, Jones, your girlfriend is too cool,” Rio purred as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “You finish up here, I’m going to go and help set the plates.”

“Kay.” I let my head rest on the pillow, eyes closed, content to be a human dildo for now while Alicia was having the time of her life.

«I hate to interrupt you when you’re having sooo much fun» Holly said, interrupting.

“Mmhm?” I grunted in response, not exactly at liberty to talk while Alicia was here.

«But don’t you think it’s about time you focused more on developing your Class? There’s only so much we can do with Joy, and the clock is ticking.»

“Mm.” The way Alicia’s breasts would swing in circles every bounce was mesmerizing. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of watching.

Tomorrow, I’d work with Holly to track down the next girl. With her future knowledge, she had a few low-hanging fruit I could target. Someone young, hopefully, otherwise it’d be another situation like with Joy where the transformation was so extreme she couldn’t keep her previous life. That was the plan, at least. But as it turned out, I wouldn’t need to track down the next villain at all.

She was going to find me instead.