Helpless Heroine

Part V

by Skarlette One

Tags: #cw:noncon #D/s #dom:female #f/f #humiliation #pov:bottom #sub:female #1st_person #bondage #comic_book #magic #microfiction #multiple_partners #superhero

(c) 2021 by Skarlette One

I can’t believe I’m here again, letting myself into Wizardess’s country house with the spare key under the mat. Sapphox is by my side as I make my way up the stairs. Despite my super-speed, I’m walking as slowly as I can. I’ve got a heavy, copper-lined box in my hands. It’s the type of box that Platinum Panther uses to store Quimonite, the source of Captain Alpha’s only weakness.

Despite being free of Wizardess’s magical domination, Sapphox and I are pretending we’re still her mind-controlled playthings. Doctor Q, the Enchantress Exemplar of Earth, is right outside, ready to unweave Wizardess’s wards and capture the villainess. Even for the world’s most powerful sorceress, that will take a bit of time, which might give Wizardess a chance to escape. Sapphox and I are supposed to distract her long enough for Doctor Q to break through. It’s not my favorite plan – I hate being the bait – but it’s the only plan we’ve got.

I hesitate at the top of the stairs. Without Wizardess’s magical rune warping my memory, I remember the dozens of times she summoned me here. Being so helpless before her power left me frustrated, furious, and – if I’m being honest – fucking horny. I don’t know how much was the magic rune and how much was my own submissiveness, but I hate to admit how wet it made me to be the sex puppet of a supervillainess.

Time to put on a show. Sapphox and I step through the door and take our position: Legs slightly spread, hands gripped behind the neck. I place the metal box on the floor in front of me, and then stare at the wall across from me. I hate how “normal” this position feels; how easily my body offers itself to my enemy’s clutches. I concentrate on keeping my face open and helpless. Sapphox does the same.

Wizardess is nowhere to be seen. Brand-new lacy curtains are drawn on her big, four-poster bed. After a moment, I hear Wizardess’s throaty moan from the bed.

“We bring you your treasure, Mistress Wizardess,” I say.

After a moment, there’s a reply, “Come here. Join me on the bed.”

Sapphox gives me a quizzical look that says Is this a trap? I shrug and follow her to the edge of the four-poster bed. Sapphox steps forward, grips the edges of the curtains with her prehensile hair, and pulls them open.

There are two things on the bed: (1) A laptop playing a video of Wizardess, looking right at the camera, and (2) a sort of sculpture of leather strips woven together, forming a complex shape, like a letter in an alphabet I’ve never seen.

Something about the leather makes my body relax and my mind go still. Next to me, Sapphox moans as her hair wraps itself around the bed curtains, twining through the delicate lace in intricate, little knots. She moans with pleasure as her tresses pull tighter. We both gaze glassy-eyed at the laptop screen.

“I’m sure you girls thought you were so strong, so clever, so heroic,” Wizardess says through pursed lips. “But if you’re watching this, you’re fools! I knew that my magical hold on you was finished the second you broke the enchantment. I’ve been getting ready. Vivvy, you see that I’ve taken your favorite leather harness and reshaped it into the rune which is your True Name. As soon as you glanced at it, you became mine once more. Saffy-Taffy, I know how good it felt to touch my new bed curtains with your curtains of red hair. I wove magical runes into the lace; they work just like your little silver disc. Both of you are helpless before me. But I’m not angry, girls. I’m even going to give you a parting gift, to remember your Mistress by. Make yourselves cum. Over and over.

I try to stop myself. I want nothing more than to keep my hands passively at my side. But my hands don’t care what I want. They only care what Wizardess orders them to do.

Just the sound of Wizardess’s voice has my pussy hot and dripping. As my fingers press on my clit through my costume, I’m already on the verge of orgasm. I try to hold it back, but that’s not what Wizardess told my body to do. She told it to cum, and so I do.

By the time my scream gives out and I gasp for breath, Sapphox is moaning her own sexual submission. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see that every strand of her hair that isn’t locked in the magical lace is either binding her arms and legs in crimson loops or caressing her dripping crease.

I’m sure she’s trying to fight it. I’m sure she’s having just as much success as I am. I feel my hands peeling my costume off and diving back into my needy pussy. My hands are so skillful, they know just where to touch me. Within moments, I’m cumming again. The tidal wave of pleasure is irresistible.

When this is all over, I’ll tell myself that I fought the magical enslavement every inch of the way. But it’s not true. By this point, the only inches I’m worried about are how deep I can shove my fingers into my hot, wet cunt. I cum again. And again. Beside me, Sapphox screams and shakes in bliss. From the laptop, Wizardess laughs at our plight.

“You girls had a rough mission,” says Doctor Q some time later as she lays me down on the bed. “Wizardess was more clever than we gave her credit for.”

I nod limply. My body is my own again, but every bit of strength has been wrung out. I’m helpless before Doctor Q’s searching gaze. Does her magic let her see how much pleasure I took from being Wizardess’s sex toy? The Enchantress Exemplar’s eyes give nothing away as she turns to disentangle Sapphox’s hair from the magical lace.

“Any sign of Wizardess?” I manage to ask.

“Sadly, no. She covered her tracks very well,” Doctor Q answers. “I’m sure we’ll get her next time. Until then, I’ll keep this interesting leather harness and these intricate lace curtains somewhere safe.”

“Just keep them far away from me.” I wrap my arms around myself. “I never want to be that helpless ever again.”

Or do I?

–THE END–

Inspired by a question from Second Chair. Thanks!

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