I can’t believe I’m here again, letting myself into Wizardess’s country house with the spare key under the mat. The estate is immense, the kind of thing you can afford when you’re a sorceress with her own criminal empire. Not when you’re a hard-working superheroine like me. An hour ago, I didn’t know this place existed, and now I’m walking up the back staircase to her “playroom” like I’ve made this trip a dozen times.

Which I likely have. Wizardess only lets me remember so much. An hour ago, I had just finished a training session as the super-fast heroine Vibra at Libido League Tower. An hour ago, I knew that Wizardess was one of dozens of supervillains that we guarded Skarlette City from. I knew she was dangerous and well-connected. I knew that her magic took time to cast, so if I ever happened to run into her, my best tactic would be to strike hard and fast.

I didn’t know she had already leashed my soul.

I was just changing into my street clothes to return to my civilian life as Vivienne Vain. I had a lunch meeting with my boss, then an afternoon of catching up on work.

Wizardess had other plans. A tiny shape tingled on my scalp, underneath my dark hair. Although I’d never seen it, I knew it was a tattoo of a magical rune – Wizardess’s brand upon my soul. Without a word spoken, I knew she wanted me. I sent a text to cancel lunch, and dressed in the special outfit Wizardess wanted me to wear. Wrapping myself in a raincoat, I hurried to her country house at half the speed of sound. An hour ago, she paused my other lives and made me remember that she owned me.

The stairs of the country house never take me long to climb. Never long enough. Reaching the playroom door, I want to stop. I want to pause for just a moment. A moment to catch my breath from the run. A moment to steel myself for the ordeal she has in store for me. But the magic allows no delay. My hand is on the doorknob and I’m already stepping through.

Positioning myself before Wizardess, I gaze straight ahead. She’s shorter than me, so I’m staring at her blonde hairline, taking in her beautiful face through my peripheral vision. Her deep cleavage wrapped in virginal white lace floats on the edge of my perception. How can someone so beautiful be so wicked? How can she get more beautiful every time she summons me?

“Show me how you’ve wrapped my present today, Vivvy.”

I hate the name “Vivvy.” Every time she calls me that, I want to punch her right in the face. I picture my body moving to strike at super-sonic speed, my fist connecting with her jaw in a fierce uppercut. It’s the same punch I’ve landed against Wizardess countless times as I’ve foiled her crimes against Skarlette City.

That’s not what my hands do. They nimbly untie the belt of the bulky raincoat I’m wearing. With one smooth motion, they pull apart the lapels. I shrug my shoulders and the raincoat is on the floor. I stand before Wizardess wearing nothing but a leather harness, dark straps outlining my breasts, spanning my waist, flanking my sex, wrapping my limbs, and encircling my throat.

She twirls her forefinger and I slowly turn around, showing her the curve of my hips, and the way the straps come together to form a leather thong. I can feel her eyes counting the steel rings set into the harness, the ones that work with the clips hanging from my wrists and ankles to immobilize me with the greatest ease.

Not that she needs any more control over my body than her magic has already given her; she just enjoys it.

“The harness is very naughty, Vivvy. I like it. Tell me why you chose it.”

I want to shout So I can truss you up like a turkey and cart you off to jail, you bitch, but my voice doesn’t listen to me. It obeys Wizardess. Soft and calm, I say, “I saw it in the window of a fetish shop while I was on patrol. I stopped two of your thugs from breaking into a pawn shop in the Tenderloin. I had just turned them over to the police when I spotted the harness on a mannequin in the window. I was disgusted by the way it hugged the mannequin’s form, but also changed it. It was designed to turn a woman’s natural beauty into something controlled, commodified, constrained. It sickened me.”

Wizardess smirks. A warmth deep inside me springs to life. “I’ll bet it did, you prissy, little cunt. How did you acquire it?”

“I went back the next day, as Vivienne. I wore a hat and sunglasses and too much makeup to keep from being recognized. Slutty makeup. I fended off the sales girl’s flirtations and innuendos. I paid cash and carried it home in a plain brown wrapper.”

“Why did you tell yourself that you bought it?”

I swallow. My face burns with shame. “I tried to convince myself I could use it for undercover work. But that was too ludicrous to accept. I never go undercover as a sex worker. I’m too uptight. Too repressed.

“For a moment, I thought I might want it as a feminist statement of autonomy. I would buy it to reclaim my own sexuality from the patriarchy. But there were a dozen things I could do besides buy this slutty leather harness to assert my erotic agency.

“Then I remembered an old boyfriend from college. He dumped me for not wanting to give him my virginity on the third date. He’d called me frigid and a tease and a prude. I thought that the next guy I was interested in might feel the same way. I should have something on-hand in case I needed to prove to him that I was adventurous, exciting, and desirable. I told myself that I bought it so I’d be able to please a man … if one was ever interested.”

I wish I could hang my head in shame, but I just stand there, staring straight ahead. My cheeks are wet.

Wizardess laughs. “That is delightful! The world’s fastest woman compromises her principles so that some boy might like her … maybe … someday. How humiliating, Vivvy.”

Every chuckle is like a dagger through my heart, and also a lick across my pussy. My breath comes ragged to my throat. I hate how much this humiliation is turning me on.

“You are such a devoted little slave-girl, Vivvy. You make me feel good with laughter … and other ways. Acquiring your True Name was one of the best magical deals I’ve ever made. Tattooing it on your scalp so you can never break free was my own stroke of genius. On your knees, slut.”

“Yes, Wizardess,” I say as I lower myself to the ground. I would rather launch myself at her throat, but I kneel motionless at her feet. Being so vulnerable before my enemy makes my pussy hot and slick.

Wizardess casts a spell to fasten the clips that bind my ankles to the harness around my thighs. I won’t be able to stand even if she allows me to want to. With another waggle of her fingers, she clips my wrists to the leather collar around my throat. I have a few inches of slack, but won’t be able to even touch my nipples, even if she allows me to try. She could have locked the clips in place with her hands, or commanded me to do it, but I think she likes to show off her sorcery.

“Yes, this harness is very nice.” Wizardess sits on the edge of her huge four-poster bed, her creamy thighs wide in invitation. “Take your proper position, Vivvy.”

“Yes, Wizardess.” She isn’t far. But the harness makes it hard to move. All I can do is walk-crawl on my knees, in mincing little quarter-steps.

“Lovely! The world’s fastest woman reduced to a snail’s pace,” Wizardess laughs.

Each movement pulls the harness-straps across my tender pussy lips in a most pleasurable way. By the time I nestle my head between her thighs, I’m moaning with every movement.

“Is it the smell of me that turns you on so much, Vivvy?”

If I could say yes, maybe she’d just let me lick her and get it over with. But her magic does not let me lie. “Not just that, Wizardess. When I move, the harness rubs against me. It feels … good.”

“I like this harness better all the time. Every time you lick me, Vivvy, I want you to rub yourself with the harness. That should give you the proper motivation.”

“Yes, Wizardess.” I lean forward and start to lick along the edges of her swollen pussy lips. While I’d had a few encounters with women before Wizardess captured me, I’ve never been particularly fond of girlsex.

None of that matters now. Whether it is the relentless spell or the wicked leather harness or some secret desire inside me, I can’t say. It doesn’t matter. The only thing that counts is the way each taste of her salty tang melts me to the core with lust.

I lick faster and faster, my superpower turning my tongue into a blur. Wizardess twines her fingers into my hair, pressing my face against her pussy. She screams and bucks against me, coating my cheeks with her liquid love. Again and again she cums, swept away by the passion of my super-powered tongue-fucking.

The constant rocking of my hips has caused the harness to work my pussy into a lather of lust. My body burns for release, but I cannot. The same magic that drove me to the brink keeps me there, suspended on the precipice, desperate and needy.

Wizardess pushes me away from her over-stimulated sex. Falling on my back, the harness pulls my thighs apart. I cannot help but offer my weeping sex lewdly to her gaze. My hips keep humping the harness.

“You have become such a skilled cunt-licker, Vivvy. You should really learn to enjoy it more. Does your body want to cum?”

“Yes, Wizardess,” I say, my voice high and tight. Every inch of me burns for release.

“Good. I’m going to give your voice back to you for a moment. You can speak to me as Vibra would speak, say what Vivienne would say. If you beg me, you can cum. Speak.”

“Puh– Nnngh. No! To hell with you, Wizardess! I’ll fight you.” I try to slow my hips, but they are a blur now, my body so desperate, yearning to burst into flames of climax. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Puh-Nngh. Puh-NO! You are a sick bitch. Puh-FUCK! I’ll beat you. Puh-lee-Nnnghh! No! Aaaaaggghhh! NOOOO!”

“So willful!” Wizardess smiles. “No matter. You’ll learn eventually. Say ‘pretty please,’ Vivvy.”

My voice is hers, again. “Pretty please, Wizardess. OH MY GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHD!!!” I spasm against the harness, riding the tidal wave of orgasm as it breaks me. The white-hot pleasure brands those words onto my soul. Froth gathers at the corners of my mouth. My voice goes raw with screaming.

As my body quiets, Wizardess strokes my hair, sweat-plastered to my face. “The harness was fun, wasn’t it? Didn’t it make you feel good, Vivvy?”

“Yes, Wizardess.” My body has been so fucked to the bone that I can’t even deny her in the privacy of my mind.

“As fun as it was, I want something different. Something spicier. For next time, I want you to find out a secret about one of your fellow heroines. Something they’d never willingly reveal to someone like me.”

Betray my team mates to this twisted witch? Never! I will fight this with everything I have. I will cling to the burning shame and humiliation as a reminder. I will resist her with every drop of strength in my body.

My voice says, “Yes, Wizardess.”

With a whispered spell and a wave of her hand, she unclips the harness rings. “Good girl, Vivvy. Go home, let your everyday life engulf you, and be ready for my next summons.”

“Yes, Wizardess.” I force myself to stand, my knees still wobbly. Gathering the raincoat, I wrap it around my shoulders and make my way downstairs. I can’t let Wizardess use me against my teammates. I need to hold onto the memory so I can figure out some way around her control.

As I run back into the city, I’m making plans. The magic keeps me from telling anyone about what she’s done to me, but if I spend time with Doctor Q, maybe the sorceress will notice my curse on her own and fix it. If not that, I know that Captain Alpha has fought Wizardess before. Maybe if I talk with her, her super-senses will detect Wizardess’s meddling and she’ll save me. Somehow, together, we’ll find a way to defeat her.

Back in my apartment, I peel off the leather harness and stash it in the hidden closet where I store my Vibra uniform. In the shower, my fingers rub shampoo over the tattoo on my scalp. My body shivers with bliss.

“What am I doing in the shower?” I say to no one at all. The last thing I remember, I was at …

I went to …

My crotch is tender because …

um …

I must be taking a shower so I can meet up with some friends tonight. I should call Lodestone. She swears that she’s not seeing anybody, but I think she has a secret girlfriend. Maybe I should invite Sapphox. Maybe after a few drinks, she’ll share the secret of her prehensile hair. I love secrets. I’ve never much cared for them before, but right now, secrets are all I care about. I’m going to learn the secrets of everyone on the Libido League.

Yeah, that sounds like fun.

To Be Continued…