Vindiatrix and Shield Lass put on a show for the cameras of stripping each other down to their masks and boots, with occasional interruptions to exchange kisses and caresses. Ethrienne continued her attempts to free herself, trying not to think about the fact that the Baroness wouldn’t be dawdling like this if she weren’t utterly confident that the bonds would hold.

Finally, the Baroness gave the duo their directions for their scene with “Frigidelle”.

“You’ll begin with one of you gently fondling her bosom while the other delicately licks at her pussy lips,” the Baroness directed. “Start out slow, giving her a light touch and holding back so the cameras get a clear view. When you fondle her, cup and support her breasts from below. That way, you’ll show them off instead of hiding them. When you lick her, extend your tongue as far as you can and apply just the very tip. That will give the crotch-cams a clear line of sight.”

Ethrienne kept trying to make psychic contact with the heroines. If she could get through for just a moment, she could put a stop to this.

“Keep glancing at one of the overhead monitors. Those will show you how good a view the cameras are getting. They’ll also prompt you to switch places every so often. When you do, take a moment to give each other a bit of sensual attention.”

It was no use. She couldn’t detect even the faintest psychic traces of the other women in the room, and they gave no sign of reacting to her telepathic cries for help.

“Gradually increase the intensity. After the first few rounds, feel free to grasp and squeeze her breasts or lean in to fully apply your lips and tongue. By that point, the cameras will have other things to watch as her body responds.”

Ethrienne shouted into her ballgag as she made an all-out attempt to punch through the dissipation field and send a telepathic cry for help. Sometimes, she’d heard, supers could push their powers far beyond their usual limits in a desperate situation. It was worth a try, especially since she’d exhausted her other options.

Sometimes, maybe. Not this time.

She heard approaching footsteps. Fingertips brushed her breasts, and she felt a head settle into position between her thighs. It was beginning.

“Relax and enjoy it,” Vindiatrix cooed as she caressed the bound woman’s breasts. She tried to shift her body away from the touch, moving perhaps an inch and utterly failing to avoid contact.

Shield Lass’s tongue began teasing her down below. She pushed her powers to the limit again in a focused attempt to send the simple message “NO!” Maybe with her head positioned at point-blank range between her thighs and her tongue making a direct moist connection with her body, a signal would get through.

The heroine gave no sign of noticing as she continued to delicately but steadily lick the edges of her pussy.

“Forget that sick obsession with denying pleasure and let yourself feel pleasure.” Vindiatrix’s fingers flexed, gently massaging her bosom. “Apply your scientific talents for good and make moments like this even better. Don’t try to take them away.”

Ethrienne tried to ignore the sensations, but it was impossible. She did her best to focus on her attempts to escape, useless as they were, if only because it was the only other thing in her world right now.

The hands lifted from her body, and the tongue stopped stroking down below. It was only a brief respite as the duo traded places, she knew. She gritted her teeth against the gag and turned her face away, refusing to watch the two sharing a moment of “sensual attention” in front of the cameras.

It wasn’t long before the reprieve ended. Fingertips stroked her breasts as a tongue probed just a bit closer to her slit.

“Was all this because you couldn’t deal with being a lesbian?” Shield Lass asked in a sympathetic tone. “Making everybody else as repressed as you isn’t the answer.”

Ethrienne gasped into her gag as the hands seized and squeezed her breasts. “This is the answer,” Shield Lass cooed. “Let another woman make you feel good.” She chuckled. “Or let two other women make you feel good.”

The bound heroine’s body quivered as Vindiatrix’s tongue thrust considerably harder and deeper than either of them had until now.

“Or maybe even find lots of other women who want to make you feel good.”

She tried to shut out the thought that sooner or later the Baroness would put her into an orgy scene doing exactly that.

Shield Lass continued to fondle her and as she described the pleasures of lesbian intimacy. Meanwhile, Vindiatrix’s tongue found a sensitive spot and made her shiver. Finally, they stopped, giving her a moment of relief followed by tense anticipation of the next round of sexual double-teaming.

They started again, with Vindiatrix exhorting her to surrender to pleasure. Though her words were less blatantly lewd than her sidekick’s, they struck closer to home. Realistically, she was trapped. She was about to become the Baroness’s plaything, performing on her stage and in her bed. Fighting it would do her no good. It was tempting to accept her fellow heroine’s advice to surrender.

After a little while, they switched places again, and then did it yet again. The cycle became shorter and faster, or maybe it just seemed that way. As the Baroness had directed, their attentions were slowly but inexorably growing more intense. The brief reprieves as the two women swapped positions only made her more sensitive to the next round. She found it harder and harder to ignore the sensations, to dismiss the words urging her to yield to hedonism, to focus on continued efforts to pull free of her bonds or make telepathic contact through the dissipator field.

“Come on, Frigidelle, why not just give in?” It was Shield Lass’s voice, not that it mattered. She was about to give in to her, to both of them, to the Baroness. Her body quivered and tingled as... it must be Vindiatrix down there if Shield Lass was talking to her... as Vindiatrix’s tongue touched her clit.

She felt herself starting to clench down below as she was pushed close to the brink. One or two more strokes, and it would be over.

Her breath came in gasps as she went right to the edge. She heard a humming in her ears, and realized that the Climax Remodulator was powering up....

Then she screamed into her gag, hips jerking and pussy clenching and fists tightening inside the arm sheaths.

The next thing she knew, the cords and clips holding her in place were being released one by one. Her legs were freed from the support rods, and she swung them down to put her feet on the floor. The sheaths over her forearms were loosened and her hands pulled free of them. Finally, she was able to get to her feet, with Vindiatrix and Shield Lass helping to support her as she got her bearings.

Her memories felt jumbled from all the excitement. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Everything was still a bit of a blur, but that was all right. One thing, the most important thing, was sharp and clear.

She remembered how Vindiatrix’s memories had struck a chord within her. She’d experienced Vindiatrix’s pleasure, but she’d also felt pleasure of her own at the thought of becoming an exhibitionistic sex object for a little while. She’d been unable to stop imagining herself in that situation.

Unable to stop wishing she were in that situation.

Now her wish had come true.

Coming here and accepting the Baroness’s offer was the best decision she’d ever made.

She understood now. She’d always wanted to be prim and proper. Well, to hell with that. She could simply be prim and proper in public and hide her less respectable activities behind a mask, just as she hid her costumed heroics. It was so obvious she should have thought of it long ago.

Her reverie was interrupted by the Baroness’s voice. “That was an excellent performance, everyone!” She turned toward Vindiatrix and Shield Lass. “That will be all for this evening. The next session will start Tuesday evening at seven.”

“We’ll be in touch,” Vindiatrix replied as she and Shield Lass walked out the door.

Once they were gone, the Baroness turned to Ethrienne. “You can remove the ‘Frigidelle’ hood and the ballgag now, if you like. We just have one small bit of business to conclude, and they you can go home, if you like.”

Ethrienne removed the blue ski mask, taking hold of her own mask underneath it to keep it from being pulled off as well. She then fumbled with the gag, until another Leathergal unbuckled it for her.

Meanwhile, one of the Leathergals handed the Baroness a small file folder. She placed it on a small table and waved Ethrienne to approach.

“Please review and sign both contracts. One is for your role as onsite monitor to confirm that my performers are well treated and acting of their own volition. The other is for your role as adult actress. The latter will be held in strict confidence, of course.”

She read through both documents. Everything seemed quite reasonable.

“The two jobs dovetail quite nicely. The first one gives Ethrienne a perfectly respectable reason to make frequent visits to the studio, and once you’re here it only takes a moment to duck out of sight and switch to a stage persona.”

That made sense. The Baroness had everything well planned. All she really needed to do was trust and serve the Baroness, and everything would work out.

She signed the first contract, and then the second.

“Congratulations, and welcome to Baroness Blackleather Productions.” She paused, looking the heroine up and down. “Now, you’re free to go... if that’s what you want to do.” She winked and licked her lips.

A shiver went through Ethrienne’s body. “I’m not in a hurry,” she said.

The Baroness smiled and led her back toward the platform. She silently guided the heroine into position, lying face up with her head on the headrest and her feet on the floor. Hands gently pressed at her inner thighs, and she spread her legs.

The next thing she knew, Mistress was kneeling between her legs and leaning in to intimately lick her. The perversity of Mistress servicing her like this made her shudder, and then the sudden tongue thrust directly against her clit made her shudder again. This time, there was no slow buildup. There was just Mistress’s hunger for her, and her acceptance.

She almost cried out begging Mistress to slow down but couldn’t bring herself to do it. It wasn’t her place, and as she felt herself relentlessly driven toward climax she realized that she wanted to ride this out to the end.

It didn’t take much longer. The sensation didn’t last as long as the first time, but it was definitely more intense. She lay on the platform, spent, basking in memories of the events and decisions that had brought her here.

Finally, she stretches, sat up, and got back on her feet.

She looked at her Mistress and patted the platform. “Your turn, Mistress.”

The Baroness chuckled. “You have a proper do-gooder sense of fairness and justice,” she quipped as she began to unzip her bodysuit. As it fell to the floor, she sat on the edge of the platform and spread her legs.

After a brief awkward moment while Ethrienne waited for her to lie down and realized that she wasn’t going to, the heroine knelt before her Mistress. She began licking in a rather tentative fashion, then began to apply herself more energetically as she felt a hand settle onto the back of her head.

“More.” She stepped up the pace and intensity further, though still well short of matching Mistress’s aggressive tongue-strokes. “Yes, just like that.” She did her best to continue just what she was doing, except for brief moments when she had to pull back to fully catch her breath.

She gasped as everything shifted. She was kneeling unable to see much of anything, and she was sitting looking down at herself. It was confusing for a moment, and then it made sense. Her powers had suddenly started to work again, enabling her to see the scene through Mistress’s eyes.

“Don’t stop now. I’m just starting to enjoy it.”

Ethrienne leaned in and went to work again. Mistress was enjoying it, and so was she as she psychically shared the sensation. She’d felt this kind of echo sensation when making love to a man, but it was much more intense with another woman. Maybe it was because men and women experienced sensations too different to fully share with each other. If she’d known realized that, she would tried being a lesbian long ago.

She felt herself clench as she found a sensitive spot and was jolted by psychic feedback. Was it fair to count this as equal payback if they were both getting off on this? Would she always owe Mistress one? If she did, that was all right.

That was her last coherent thought as she pushed them both right to the edge, and then over it. She drew back and took several deep breaths, looking up at Mistress’s blissful expression.

“That was very nice. Tell me, is tonight your first time with another woman?”

Ethrienne nodded.

“Really.” The word was absolutely deadpan. “You have a natural talent for it.”

“I think that deep down I was probably a lesbian all along.” Ethrienne remembered thinking long and hard about that possibility in the days since she’d scanned Vindiatrix’s memories. Well, now she had her answer.

“Well, after a few more recording sessions you’ll be sure of it!”

“I think I’m sure now, Mistress.”

“Don’t call me ‘Mistress’ except when I say so. Also, stand up and give me some room.”

Ethrienne rose to her feet and stepped back. The Baroness picked up her bodysuit and fished her phone out of her belt “Hello, Kristin. Come to Stage Four and escort our new recruit to the shower.”

She put away the phone. “Your outfit will be waiting for you, along with a card with my contact number and a list of the next few recording sessions.”

“Like the one at seven o’clock Tuesday?”

“Six-thirty Tuesday for you. Kristin will take your measurements to fit you for a Frigidelle costume, but we’ll probably need to do a few last-minute adjustments.”

A tall redheaded Leathergal opened the door and waited just outside.

As Ethrienne turned to go, the Baroness gave her an almost innocent kiss. “Now, get cleaned up, get your measurements taken, and then go home and get some rest. You’ve had a busy evening.”

As the heroine and the Leathergal left, the Baroness smiled. It had indeed been a busy evening, but a very successful one.

The plan to neutralize Ethrienne’s investigation by recruiting her had been somewhat hastily arranged but had gone off perfectly. Like her friends, she now believed that it was her own idea. Her own psychic powers would reflexively thwart any attempt to mind-probe her and prove otherwise. Her imprinted need to enjoy occasional discreet debauchery would make her a loyal ally. As a vocal skeptic who had searched for evidence of wrongdoing and found none, she would be perfectly positioned to discourage further inquiries.

This was a triumph to be celebrated. She poured herself a drink and picked up her phone.

“Kristin? Meet me in my bedroom in half an hour. When I arrive, I want to see you in full butch mode wearing a double penetration strap-on.”

“Yes, Mistress. I’ll be ready to have at you.” The saucy tone of the final comment made it clear that Kristin understood that she’d be doing all the work this time and didn’t mind it one bit.

The Baroness hung up and sipped her drink. Indulging in pillow-princess laziness wasn’t her usual style, but this was a special occasion. It was symbolic, in a way.

The difficult part was done. Now it was just a matter of establishing a stable long-term routine that would secure the fruits of victory.