“Present yourself.”

Slave stood in the middle of the bedroom, hands clasped tightly behind her back. Her legs spread just enough to leave unrestricted access to her slick pussy. Her eyes glowed a soft blue even though Mari knew it wasn’t needed anymore, she enjoyed the connection between them, feeling how Slave enjoyed giving herself over to her mistress entirely in mind and body.

Mari circled Slave, running her fingers across her bare ass cheeks. She raised her hand and brought it down harshly on the skin, the loud slap ringing out through the room. Salve didn’t react, not so much as a jump. Mari watched the skin start to grow red from the contact. She knew it wouldn’t hurt the nearly indestructible hero, but it would still leave a mark and a feeling.

“Speak your mantra.” Mari said running her hand down between Slave’s ass. Her finger circled over the small plastic gem on top of the plug now embedded tightly in Slave’s ass.

“I am Mistress Mari’s perfect Slave. I have no purpose of my own except to serve. Outside of these walls I may lead two lives, but in here I lead only one. I accept Mistress Mari in my mind. I accept her in my body. She completes me and sets me free. I am her perfect Slave.”

Mari smiled and pushed lightly on the plug. She felt the muscles in the hero’s ass tense slightly in response and removed her hand.

“Very good Slave. You may relax.”

Slave’s shoulders relaxed, her arms falling to her side as her head slumped forward slightly.

“Tell me Slave. Would you do anything I asked you to?”

“Yes Mistress Mari. I would do anything for you.”

“Very good. Then I would like you to go to my closet. In a box by the back, you will find a pair of leather hand cuffs. You will also find a metal bar with two cuffs attached. Bring them to me.”

“Yes mistress.”

Mari watched as her slave left the room disappearing beyond it. She giggled to herself slightly maintaining control. She would live out a fantasy of hers now.

In the back of her mind she could feel the discomfort and anger as Slave struggled to find the box. “It is near the right corner. Wooden.” She pushed with her mind towards Slave and immediately felt the wash of relief fill her mind as her hands fell over the corners of the wooden box. She could feel the cold metal in Slave’s hands as she opened the box and removed the requested objects.

But mostly she could feel the excitement that filled Slave at the possibilties and other objects within the box.

Slave returned to the room, objects in hand.

Athen stood, arms suspended above her head, chained to hooks that hung from the ceiling. Wrapped tightly around each wrist was a leather cuff over her metal wristbands, she tried to pull on them to no escape. She looked down, over her bare body, beyond her breasts, she could see a metal bar with cuffs on each ankle keeping her legs spread wide, the bar was hooked to the ground tightly. She tried to break free, but even with her immense strength, she was unable to escape.

Thoughts rushed into her head, trying to remember how she got here, where she was, why this bedroom seemed familiar to her even though she had never seen it before. 

The great hero Athen was captive to some unknown power.

“My, my, my. Look who has woken up.”

From beyond her, lingering in a doorway cloaked in darkness, stood Mesmarina. She was wearing her usual long black and blue cloaked dress that wrapped tightly over her ass, that soft, juicy, supple butt. Athen shook her head, where had that thought come from. It stopped just above a pair of tight black heels that sat over slightly torn fishnet stockings, the skin underneath shimmering softly with glimmer.

Her arms, coated with the same soft glitter ran up and over the curved top of the dress which pushed up her gorgeous, perfect breasts. Athen blinked, what was happening to her. And there, beneath the rich colored hair, beneath the deep blue lipstick and makeup, her eyes sparkled, but with no trace of the blue glow.

What was she planning, Athen wondered.

“Tell me my darling captive hero. How does it feel to be bested by me. Mesmarina.” The villain stepped forward stopping just in front of the hero. Her heels tapped lightly on the floor with each step, hips swaying with undue seduction. 

As she neared, Athen could see the gems adorned as a mask across her eyes forming a glimmering pattern of scales.

“Release me now villain or you shall suffer for your crimes.”

“Come no dear Athen. We both know that those little thoughts I placed in your head are already doing their job. Leaving you weak and vulnerable to my seductive charms.” Mesmarina ran her hands down her sides and Athen felt her pulse quicken watching them move.

“How dare you intrude on my thoughts like that. You vile retched-“

Mesmarina reached up gripping Athen’s cheeks tightly with her hand. Athen tried to pull away to no avail, her strength suddenly gone. What had the villain done to her to leave her so vulnerable and weak.

“No Athen. I am your greatest desire. Even now your lust for me grows stronger. You of course, are formidable as an enemy on the battlefield, but how strong are you on the battlefield of love I wonder? How strong is the unstoppable hero against her own lustful desires.”

“You would dare to corrupt me.”

“I would. And I will corrupt you further. Before the night falls, so shall fall Athen, and then, with your unending love, I shall be unstoppable!” Mesmarina laughed wickedly and released Athen’s face.

“What would you do-“

Athen gasped, she hadn’t been paying attention. While one hand gripped her face, Mesmarina had snuck the other one between her legs. She felt two fingers press inside her tightly. She tried to squirm and struggle away from them but it only increased the pleasurable feeling. The hero whimpered softly biting her lip in an attempt to remain strong.

The villain smirked licking her lips. “Tell me Athen, when was the last time you were touched like this? Has it been so long since you felt the embrace of another?”

Athen turned her head to the side, chin raised avoiding looking down at her captor.

“Don’t want to talk huh?” Mesmarina added a third finger stretching Athen out wide. It had been ages since she had been this full and yet, her walls clenched around the fingers, juices dripping freely down her thighs. “How does it feel to be so full? Would you like me to stop or would you rather answer two questions for me?”

The fingers in her stopped moving, slowly starting to pull out of her needy slit. “I won’t give you what you want.”

“All I want is you to tell me, are you enjoying the feeling of my villain fingers inside of you?” Mesmarina pressed her fingers back into Athen all the way to the base of her hand. The wet sound filling the room was all the answer Mesmarina needed. Both she and the hero knew it. “I want you to say it.”

“Do not make me say it.”

“Say it or I will leave you alone, empty.”

Athen whimpered and let her head drop into her chest. “It feels wonderful.”

Mesmarina smiled and cupped her chin between her thumb and forefinger. “The second questions is much more important. No lying my dear Athen. Would you like to cum for me?”

The word cum erupted like a white hot fire inside the hero’s head. It set every nerve of her body aflame, aching with a desperate need to empty herself out. She nodded meekly, throat suddenly aching and dry.

“No. I want you to say, Mesmarina make me cum.” Mesmarina smiled leaning in to run her tongue across one of Athen’s now stiff nipples. The sensation set Athen’s mind exploding as a thousand nerve endings shot to life.

“Mes- Mes- NO!” Athen screamed shaking her head back and forth. She knew it was useless. She could feel herself growing weaker by the second. The fingers inside her continuing their relentless assault on her swollen pussy. Athen wouldn’t last much longer, even she knew she would fail, the fallen hero. What would people think of her. What would she think of herself.

“Don’t think….” The thought roared softly deep in the recesses of Athen’s mind slowly pushing their way to the front, wrapping tightly around every worry in her mind. She knew she was faltering, she knew what would come next.

“Cum…”

“Mesmarina make me cum…” Athen whispered, tears on the edge of her closed eyes rolling slowly down her cheeks.

Mesmarina smiled and leaned up on her toes towards the hero’s ear. “Much better. Now Athen, cum for me.”

Athen cried out writhing against the chains. The metal banged against it self as her walls clenched tightly around the fingers in her, she could feel her strength returning ,for a brief moment. The hooks holding her hands bent and snapped. Mesmarina only had a second to stumble backwards before the hero fell to her knees on all fours panting. She cried out, juices erupting from within her squirting all across the floor behind her in a spread. She whimpered softly panting from exhaustion, but she was free.

The hero looked up, Mesmarina sat on the bed before her, legs spread wide. There, beneath the fabric of the dress that sat tented above her legs, between the fishnets, sat Mesmarina’s pussy. She could see the tear in the fishnets made purposefully, the glistening drops of excitement beading on her lips. It all looked so inviting.

Athen knew she should run, break free and escape, flee Mesmarina’s control over her, but it had been so long since she had tasted another woman, so long since she felt the fingers Mesmarina tangled in her hair, slowly tugging her forward. She let herself be led towards her prize. The villain pushed her under the dress, the hero quickly beginning to work her tongue, savoring the taste.

Athen could feel the last shreds of her resistance fade away with each and every lick she made. Each one a knowing reminder that instead of her wit, she was using her tongue to pleasure a villain. It felt so wrong and yet, so right.

Athen smiled as she was rewarded with a face full of cum from Mesmarina. Surely Mesmarina would release her after she was satisfied. Athen had nothing to worry about.

Athen gripped the sheets tightly, nails digging in. Behind her Mesmarina forced the silicone cock strapped to her waist deeper into the hero’s ass. When the villain had demanded she take every one of Athen’s holes, she was surprised to know how. 

The villain had been at it for hours, ravaging her in every way. She had begun by eating her out while Athen lay tied up helpless on the bed. It was so demeaning but that was what Mesmarina wanted, the hero to feel every single shame she had brought upon Mesmarina.

But shame was something Athen had lost hours ago.

Mesmarina had demanded Athen take every toy she had. She had drooled on every dildo, cum from every vibrator, felt every single crop sting her bare ass, every whip across her tits, every rope restrain her, and now, the last, what Mesmarina called her hero slayer, was slowly being pushed further into her ass.

Athen tried not to cry. She had never taken anything so big before. It stretched her almost as much as the villain's fist had in her pussy an hour before, but she had never taken anything so large before. But as Mesmarina had said, if she truly was indestructible, she would take everything.

The hero felt Mesmarina’s hips slam against hers, the cold leather of the harness pressing against her raw ass, with a final grunt. She could feel the orgasm coming up on her like a roaring train and could do nothing to stop it.

She cried out, back arching backwards as the villain held her head up with a hand tightly wrapped in her hair. It pulled her head back only causing the hero to feel even more ashamed, which only left her more excited. She began to subconsciously bounce her ass on the dildo, the feeling growing more pleasurable by the second.

Mesmarina was speaking to her, Athen could hear the words being said but none of them registered to her. Mesmarina had started using her powers hours ago, saying all these things to her, she could remember a few now later creeping through the fog.

“Athen the broken.”

“Athen the cocksleeve.”

“Athen the willing hole.”

“Athen the empty.”

She was so empty, but Mesmarina was filling her, and she finally felt full. She could feel the cock sliding in and out of her, the pounding she was taking, but it was as if it was miles away now. Athen was falling into brilliant blue pools of water. Not drowning, but sinking down.

She could feel hands reaching out to catch her, other versions of herself. One called herself Leonora, she was the soft one, the lover, the person meant to care for Mesma- no Mari, she was the partner in life. The other, Slave, she was the servant, their private half, the free one, the one meant to worship Mistress Mari with all of her body and mind.

And she, Athen, the hero, was meant to battle Mesmarina by day, and submit to her by night, broken, ashamed, the fallen hero. She was the person everyone wished they were, Mesmarina’s loyal servant.

Athen smiled and let Leonora go watching as she swam up towards the surface. Her time was done now. She had earned her rest. Mari would take care of Leonora, she had said she would before they started. Only now could Athen remember that. Even after the hours of torment, she knew deep down, Mesmarina loved her.

And she loved her villain.