“I am never fighting crime again as long as I live,” Janinka Lang huffed, flopping down onto the couch and burying her face in a throw pillow. The complaint was whiny and petulant, but at the moment she didn’t fucking care.

She took a deep breath, getting the faintest hints of coconut body wash, before delicate fingers brushed down her spine. They trailed peace in their wake, urging Janika to let the breath out as a soft coo instead of a continuation of her tirade.

“And what could cause the great heroine Sunbeam to want to give up fighting crime?” A gentle voice asked from above her just as a warm weight settled on the couch alongside her. The fingers dipped teasingly across the swell of Janika’s ass before tracing slowly back up her spine. “It can’t be the outfit. You look fantastic in orange and red.”

Rolling over on her back, Janika was treated to a lovely sight. Her friend, her partner, and her lover, Tina Anderson. Her girlfriend was just a little shorter than her own five ten, with gorgeous mocha skin and dark hair done up in a sporty ponytail.

The aqua blue bodysuit she wore as the heroine Splash contrasted wonderfully with her darker features. It clung to her like a second skin, emphasizing both Tina’s well toned figure and her impressive breasts. Her usual sports goggles dangled loosely around her neck, letting Janika see the teasing smirk on her face. “You look pretty damn good in blue yourself, Tina.”

The dark haired woman smoothly straddled Janika’s hips, making the redhead acutely aware of the other woman’s warmth. “Flirting later, telling me why you want to quit now,” she said softly.

The entire laundry list of reasons why quitting their shared calling of costumed crime fighting vanished the moment Tina locked eyes with her. “I want to spend more time with you and Gwen,” she finished, feeling suddenly small after the anti-climax.

“And not while we are dodging energy blasts, saving people from failing debris, or listening to overdrawn villain speeches?” Her lover asked with a wink. “Maybe more time... here?” she offered, leaning down until she was laid out along the length of Janika’s body. Her toned, perfect body practically radiated heat through their costumes, pulling a moan from Janika’s throat. “With maybe a bit less fabric in the way?” The dark haired minx offered playfully, reaching up to trace a finger down the curve of Janika’s neck.

Desire sunk deep into Janika’s body. Warmth from Tina, yes, but also the sparks of need catching alight. She was horny. Between patrols, training, and school they had barely had a night to themselves in weeks. Even Gwen had been busier than usual, and nights spent with just the two of them were starting to feel incomplete. Special and wonderful, still, but missing that special spark Gwen brought.

Tina’s lips paused at Janika’s pulse point, and the redhead felt those lips lift into a smile. “How about we ‘quit’ just for tonight, then?” She cooed in Jan’s ear. “No superhero talk. No powers. Just us.”

Shifting to nuzzle against her lover, Jan nodded happily. It felt like a release, a little bit of peace, and that only added another sprinkle of fuel to the fire slowly growing in her body. “First, a shower,” she murmured, finding Tina’s lips. This was just a tiny taste, a brief brush of lips. More to remind each other what their true kisses could feel like. “And then we stick these costumes in a drawer until tomorrow.”

Their tiny bathroom was filled with warm, scented steam. Their shared shampoos and body washes added their bright notes, but under it was a much heavier scent. Arousal.

They had lingered after stripping each other down and shoving their costumes in a bathroom drawer. Kisses had deepened, hands had roamed over naked skin, and somewhere along the way they had both stumbled into the shower. Lips had found each other again, aided with the tight squeeze of their shower stall.

Now Janika watched Tina towel off her curtain of dark hair, and caught the mischievous smile. Not that Jan was feeling any less giddy. Some unspoken agreement had passed through them. The shower just for setting the mood. Getting each girl’s blood moving.

Blood. A tiny spiral of disappointment curled through her. “I wish Gwen wasn’t so busy,” she said aloud wistfully, missing the widening smirk on Tina’s face.

An arm, lukewarm and pale enough to make Janika’s own creamy complexion look tanned, snaked around her stomach. She was pulled back a few inches, not roughly but with a sense of strength behind the slender limb that was undeniable. “Speak of the devil, and she appears,” an intimately familiar voice cooed in her ear.

Jan’s eyes fluttered when those lips moved down to her neck, leaving a trail of delicate kisses. To her heated embarrassment she had already tilted her head to the side, offering more of her neck to those lips. And the fangs behind them. “Damn, Gwen, looking good,” Tina chirped, breaking the spell enough for Janika to at least turn around in the vampire woman’s embrace.

Their friend and partner, Gwen. A vampire hundreds of years old. Normally, the pale girl was a typical laid back goth. Band T-shirts, skinny jeans, and a casual charm that could easily pass for human.

The woman holding Janika was something else entirely tonight. Still their Gwen, the warmth in her gentle chocolate eyes was unmistakable, but there was something more to her. Something elusive but enticing that wrapped around Jan’s mind like smoke.

Part of it was Gwen’s outfit. Tight black leather leggings encased her legs like they were painted on, leading up to a black bustier adorned with red accents that was doing incredible things to Gwen’s perky tits. It was sleeveless, showing off the vampire woman’s lithe arms, and the enticing plane of bare skin from her cleavage to her graceful neck. Her normally deliberately messy hair had been tamed into a silky waterfall of pure black.

‘Wh..what’s the occasion?” Janika asked, eyes locked on Gwen’s body.

Lips painted a deep, matte black lifted into a smirk. “Can’t I just dress up a little for my Familiars for the fun of it?” she asked, piercing Jan with eyes that sparkled with something deeper than simple affection.

“Familairs?” Tina asked from her seat on the toilet.

“Favored servants of a vampire,” Gwen explained lightly, her eyes never leaving Janika’s. The redhead swallowed, feeling a subtle tension lock her body in place. Not fear, there was only one other person she felt as safe with in the whole world, and she was currently mere feet behind her. But... something. An urge, tickling deep in her mind.

Gwen wasn’t big or imposing. In terms of sheer muscle, Tina likely had her beat. But at this moment, she was a mouse trapped in a viper’s gaze.

A warm, heavy calm fell over her mind. The woman holding her so delicately was stronger than her, faster than her, more powerful than her. There was nothing Jan could do but what Gwen allowed her to do. And the redheaded woman sank gratefully into that peaceful abandonment.

“Tina,” Gwen said over Jan’s shoulder. One hand left Jan’s body, and she could only assume it was beckoning Tina over. Her partner stood next to her, shoulder pressed close to shoulder in the cramped bathroom.

The intense look in Gwen’s eyes sparkled, moving over each girl in turn. “Gorgeous.” she said, and despite the soft tone it was like a stroke of pure desire running down Jan’s spine. She wanted to arch and preen, but the abandonment stifled that urge, leaving her smiling dreamily instead. The soft gasp from beside her told her that Tina was feeling something very similar. “My Familiars, do you trust me?”

The question slipped past the need and the near paralysis. The small part of her mind not already sunk into thick, horny, passivity perked up. Gwen was their friend, their sometimes Mistress, and their fellow heroine. Her muddled thoughts swirled for a moment, trying to find some reason why Gwen would even ask. Even in the depths of whatever influence Gwen had over her at the moment, she was positive of one thing. “Yes, Gwen. I trust you. Completely.”

“Always, Gwen. I trust you.” Tina echoed, bringing an honest warm smile to Gwen’s lips.

For just a moment, she was less the imposing predator holding them both still with her presence alone, and more the familiar goth girl. Then she shut her eyes, and upon opening them, Gwen radiated that dominance and power as if there had never been a break. “Thank you, my beautiful Familars. Now. Look into my eyes.”

The warm brown of Gwen’s pupils bled into a vivid scarlet. Power pulled at the edges of Janika’s mind, promising a sweet fall into bliss. That promise traced down over her nerves, teasing the tips of her nipples and the very edges of her pussylips. It offered submission, freedom from having to think or decide.

All the justifications and half truths the heroine used to hide how good surrendering to control were blown away, and Jan couldn’t help the thankful moan that escaped her lips. She looked deeply, and she sank.

“Such good girls,” Gwen said, tenderly. Cool fingers traced the sides of Jan’s cheek, offering a palm to nuzzle against as the glowing scarlet flooded over every thought. She was dropping further, faster. Already her own thoughts were tiny, weak little things.

Her world shrank to Gwen’s eyes, her words, and the pleasure every second seemed to magnify. She felt so damn good, like she was finally returning to the place she belonged. A final brilliant surge of red, and Janika’s mind stilled entirely. There was only pleasure, only ruby red eyes, only her Mistress.

“My sexy Familiars,” Gwen began, moving her fingers to stroke through Janika’s hair. The heroine moaned, mindlessly pressing into her touch. “You are going to stay nice and deep. Letting my eyes swirl in your mind.” The moment she said it, Mistress’ eyes appeared in Jan’s mind, swirling and pulling any stray thoughts far away.

“If you need to wake up, to protect yourselves or me from danger, you can.” Gwen added. A tiny thread seemed to wrap around Jan’s mind, ready to yank her back up, should she need to. Instantly, the needy warmth gained a much sweeter feel. Lust, need, and feeling of perfect safety blended together and pulled the heroine so much deeper under Mistress’s power. She smiled entirely without thought, mewling at the sensation while her pussy gushed.

“Now, let’s get you both dressed and off to your appointment,” Mistress said, with a note of giddy excitement that only made Jan smile wider. “You are going to meet someone very special.”

The night shift was dragging on. Miranda could feel the war between caffeine and exhaustion battling it. Glancing up into the rearview mirror of her cruiser, she was gratified to see that at least from the outside, it was an invisible battle. Her short, pixie cut blonde hair was tucked neatly inside her peaked cap, and her blue eyes were alert and clear.

“Twenty two hundred check in. Officer Wrights, what is your location?” the radio at her hip squawked.

Reaching to her shoulder to click her mic, Miranda stifled a yawn while she waited the requisite two seconds before answering “Proceeding southwest on Second, toward the financial sector.” She drove smoothly onward for another five seconds. “And it’s Wright, dispatch. No S. Over.”

“Sure thing... Wrights, over and out” Dispatch added with a smirk Miranda could hear before they clicked off.

Miranda Wright sighed softly. She loved her dad, truly. And he couldn’t have known that his daughter would eventually wear RCPD blue. But damn if a tiny part of her just wanted to smack him and ask what the heck he was thinking by naming his daughter Miranda?

Still, it had mostly worked out. Aside from the double takes and the snickers she heard occasionally, the name didn’t make her life that much harder. And, if she were being honest with herself, she felt like it was a good luck charm. A little indication that she had chosen the path she was meant to be on.

The light at the intersection of Second and Throne was red and Miranda dutifully pulled to a full stop. Sure, the street was deserted at this late hour, but she was an officer of the law. Even after six months, her academy ethics teacher’s voice still echoed in her memory. The old man had a bellow like a drill instructor, and his constant refrain of embodying the law with adherence to it had become nearly rote to Miranda.

So she waited, eyes roving the shops at each corner. A florist, dark windows mirroring streetlights. A realtor’s office, likewise dark and secure looking. A little boutique with a hung banner advertising a personal visit from Luminaire next weekend that made Miranda’s heart flutter slightly. And an upscale salon with... lights on? At this hour? And no car in the parking lot?

“Dispatch, come in.” she said calmly after keying up her radio. “Possible burglary at the intersection of Second and Throne, I’m going to take a quick look.” Moving her cruiser into the parking lot, she waited for dispatch’s confirmation before taking a deep breath.

It could be a hundred perfectly ordinary things, of course. Or it could be metas, monsters, or just regular humans like her having a very bad day. She took a deep breath and focused herself in the moment as she pushed on the salon doors. The moment they swung open the interior lights went out, leaving just a tiny glow coming from the back doors. “RCPD,” she called out firmly, pulling her flashlight from her belt and activating it “Come out with your hands up!” She kept her eyes trained on the sliver of light coming from the back area.

After a few tense seconds, she cautiously approached the door and flung it open with her flashlight ahead of her.

She got a glimpse of an athletic looking woman with long dark hair and dark skin standing unnaturally still and completely naked. Another woman with pale skin, equally naked, laying in a chair designed to recline back into a sink. And blur before a woman dressed like a gothic wet dream had her hand clamped Miranda’s mouth. The flashlight fell from her hand with a muted thud, its light drowned out by the warm overhead lights.

“Well, officer” the goth woman’s eyes flicked to the nameplate on Miranda’s chest while the cop struggled ineffectually, “Wright. I’m afraid you’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Miranda’s heart began thundering in her chest. The woman holding her might have been beautiful, a small but insistent part of her was drawn to glance down the woman’s bustier even now, but she was also inhumanly strong. A fucking meta!

Her hand moved almost of its own volition to her weapon. She could only hope the meta holding her wasn’t bullet proof!

The goth’s eyes flicked down and then widened. “Oh! Oh shit!” she said, and to Miranda’s astonishment the woman almost seemed embarrassed. “Yeah, I guess that did sound kind of villainous.” With a blur of motion, Miranda’s right wrist was caught by her assailant. “Listen! I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not stealing anything! I’m going to leave money for all the hair crap I’m using, it’s just that I really don’t have time to wait for regular business hours,” she said, voice almost pleading

Still tugging as hard as she could at the pale woman’s arm, Miranda glared daggers. Asking her to ignore a blatant violation of the laws she was sworn to uphold, the nerve!

She might not be able to reach her weapon, but she was far from helpless. Dropping her other hand to her belt, she reached for the taser there. She felt the reassuring plastic grip, got her fingers around it, only for the hand at her mouth to drop and grab that wrist too.

“Help!” She shouted as loud as she could. The two naked women remained still as statues, not reacting in the slightest. “What did you do to them?!” She snapped, trying to cover up the real fear that was now coiling around her stomach. She was in the grip of a meta, one that was handling her like she was a doll. Desperately, her mind latched onto one of the city’s gorgeous heroines. “Help!” she bellowed again. Hope turned to a kind of prayer that somehow one of them would save her. She pulled in a huge lungful of air to scream the loudest she ever had before.

“Look into my eyes!” the pale woman said quickly. The moment Miranda felt her eyes flick forward, she knew it was a catastrophically stupid thing to do. Then those eyes blazed a brilliant red, and Miranda felt like she didn’t know anything at all.

It was novacaine from the dentist and oxytocin from her broken arm all at once, coating her mind in a thick docile haze. The woman in front of her was smiling, so Miranda smiled back. “Now, officer Wright, you will answer honestly,” the pale woman cooed, letting go of both Miranda’s wrists. They hung limp by her side while she gazed adoringly into the swirling red depths of her eyes. “Did you tell anyone you were coming here?”

“Yes, I told dispatch I suspected you were a burglar.” Miranda replied dreamily. The words had assembled themselves in her mind and sped to her mouth without the slightest input from her.

“Do you have a partner or anything waiting for you?” the goth woman asked, frowning.

“No,” again, the word shot free from her lips.

“Then.... who were you hoping would hear you? What did you hope was going to happen?”

Miranda’s placid smile turned into a giddy grin. Warmth flooded through her body, pouring from that locked part of her mind she reserved for late night sessions with her laptop and vibrator. The goth woman’s question reached in and partially yanked the words free.

“I hoped Luminarie or Omega Girl or Spice Girl would hear me and swoop in and save me and then fly me up to hold me above the city and they would look into my eyes and see that I want to protect the city like they do and they would see a kindred soul and then we would kiss!” Miranda blurted out in a breathless rush.

The radio at her hip squawked, breaking her heated fantasy. “Wright, what is your forty? Do you need backup? Over.”

“Tell them it was the owner doing some accounting, and make sure you talk normally.” the goth woman ordered.

A different part of Miranda’s mind lit up, leaving her still standing there with a dreamy smile on her lips while her body reached up to press the mic at her shoulder. “This is Wright. Negative on the backup. The salon owner was just doing some accounting.” It was light, casual, and happened entirely without Miranda’s mind processing a single thought.

Warmth of a deeper sort bloomed, brushing seductively over Miranda’s nerves. She felt herself flush, and sighed warmly. This was... nice. Just sitting here while the world happened around her. It was... freeing in a way. Almost sensual.

“Hmmm, I know that look, little miss cape chaser.” The goth woman teased. “And, if I am guessing correctly, tonight is absolutely going to be your lucky night.” She grabbed a pen and paper from one of the shelves and scribbled a note. “When does your shift end?” she asked, placing the paper in Miranda’s hand.

“One in the morning,” the answer flowed smoothly from Miranda’s mouth.

“Perfect,” she said with a grin, then guided Miranda to look directly into her eyes. “Now, miss cop, you will act normal until the end of your shift. Then you will come to that address and ask for Gwen, “Understand?”

Miranda nodded, feeling the pleasant numbness wash away. It didn’t fade entirely, leaving enough of it to know she was under this woman’s control somehow. “Yes, I understand.” she said, forming the words herself. Blinking in the warm light, she picked up her flashlight while the command urged her to get back in her car and continue her night. But she was a cop, and even though it felt like she was fighting her body at every turn, she paused. “You did... something to me.” she said, forcing every word out. “At least you should know my name. It’s Miranda.”

“Gwen,” the pale woman said with a gesture to herself. “And your name is really Miranda Wrights?”

New commands stalled the old ones, and she was forced to answer. “No S. Just Wright.”

Gwen stifled a laugh “She is going to adore you, Miranda.” she said with an amused smirk . “Now, off you go.”

The urge to ask just who “she” was vanished under direct command, and by the time Miranda got back in her cruiser and pulled out into the deserted nighttime street, the warm haze had started to creep back in. Questions and concerns were vague things, stalling out in the back of her mind while the pale woman’s words drove her to act, be a good cop, and finish her shift.

“Damn,” Sabrina Cross swore, pacing around her spacious living room. Making another circuit around the large couch, she slipped her hand into her pyjama pants pocket. Gripping the phone, she yanked it out in the vain hope that perhaps she had gotten another message and simply hadn’t heard the chime.

Her lock screen still simply showed the late hour over the background of her and her mother smiling together. No new messages. “Damn!” She repeated, fighting the urge to bolt out the front door and go searching herself.

“Mistress,” the gentle voice of her first slave instantly soothed her. “That’s the fourth time you checked your phone in the last twenty minutes.” Warm arms pulled Sabrina close, letting the redhead feel the soft squish of her mother’s breasts against her back. “I know you are worried about her, but she is a heroine. There isn’t a lot that can even scratch her from what you’ve told me.”

”I know,” Sabrina admitted, relaxing into the embrace. She let her mother lead them both to the couch. Sinking down into its plush softness, Sabrina found herself laying across her mother’s lap.

Morgan Cross smiled down at her, face alight with love and desire. Her curtain of dark hair fell around her shoulders while she ran her fingers through Sabrina’s hair. “Sweetheart, what was the last thing Gwen said to you?”

Pulling out her phone again, Sabrina tapped to her text messages. “There is something I need to do, Vampire stuff. You are going to love it. Back just as soon as I—“ The text app vanished and was replaced with the a picture of Gwen giving the camera a peace sign under the words ‘incoming call’

“Gwen!” Sabrina exclaimed the moment she accepted the call. “Tell me that you are okay.”

“Yes, I am okay, ma’am” Gwen’s snarky, playful voice came through the speaker, and a weight dropped off Sabrina’s shoulders. Shooting a relieved smile at Morgan, she sat up and saw the twin headlights of a car pulling up. “That’s me pulling up. Do me a favor and dim the lights a little, maybe push the couch back some too? I have a surprise for you.”

Sabrina bit her bottom lip. The situation was just so bizarre, but Gwen seemed fine. “Gwen what is the-

“You know I’ll tell you everything if you ask” Gwen interrupted. “But I promise you will enjoy the surprise a lot more if you play along. Please?”

Hearing the vampire’s normally cool and composed voice turn sweet and pleading brought a smile to Sabrina’s lips even as it swept the earlier frustration away. “Alright, Gwen.” she sighed. “You win. Let’s see this surprise of yours.”

The lights in the living room had been turned down low and the curtains had been drawn. The space felt intimate now, secluded and even a bit magical. At Gwen’s insistence, Sabrina and Morgan had waited upstairs while the vampire busied herself in the spare bathroom just off the living room.

Now seated side by side with Morgan, facing the little hallway leading to the guest bathroom, Sabrina felt positively giddy with anticipation. “Alright, Gwen, we’re ready,” she called down the hall.

The vampire woman had changed from the ripped band t-shirt and jeans she had been wearing earlier. Now, she looked positively poured into skintight black leather pants, while her black bustier showed off her creamy pale skin. The tight top made a very inviting shelf of her tits, while the red trim served fantastically as the sole point of color in her monochromatic outfit.

Her long dark hair had been smoothed and tamed, shimmering in the low light. Lips painted matte black smiled eagerly, while behind her two more figures in long drab hooded cloaks walked in almost perfect synchronized lockstep.

They were women, and about Gwen’s height, but the deep hoods hid anything more from Sabrina’s eyes. Gwen led them both to the makeshift stage area before for the couch, then moved behind the figure on her right. Trailing her fingers up the front of the cloak, she reached the little metal pin on the front and deftly pulled it free.

The fabric fell to the floor, revealing a beautiful young woman. Red hair had been artfully brushed and shaped into an elaborate style, framing a blank face with tendrils of scarlet. Her pale, well toned body was adored with whispers of silk and satin. A bright orange demi-bra encased tits that sat high and firm on the girl’s chest, while red silky bikini cut panties pressed close enough to frame the folds of her pussy.

Gwen moved to the other cloaked woman and repeated the slow reveal. This one had dark mocha skin, with almost midnight black hair that had been done up in an elegant high ponytail. Her face was just as blank, while her identical lingerie was a mix of deep blue and teal. Even more defined than the redhead, her dark skin practically gleamed in the low light, showing off her strong legs and the faint suggestion of abs on her flat stomach.

“This is Janika Lang. A.k.a Sunbeam,” Gwen said, moving close to the redhead and pulling her close. Black lips pressed close to the pale column of Janika’s neck, and Sabrina could hear the faint gasp of pleasure when Gwen kissed a spot right on the side.

“And this is Tina Anderson. A.k.a Splash” Gwen said after a moment spent pressing a few more kisses to Janika’s neck. The black girl dreamily tilted her head to the side, baring more of her throat. When Gwen kissed there, Tina whimpered even as her face stayed neutral and blank.

“They’re heroines.” Gwen indicated each in turn. “They’re strong, beautiful, and obedient. They are my Familiars and” she snapped her fingers, sinking to her knees and kneeling submissively along with the enthralled heroines “they are my gifts to you, my Goddess.”

Sabrina watched the display with wide eyes. Temptation slithered through her thoughts. Gwen was already hers, and she was offering these two gorgeous girls to her on a plate.

“I thought I recognized them” Sabrina said, feeling the memories click into place. She had seen each heroine during Empathy and Enthralla’s last big robbery. “They’re your Familars.” she mused aloud. “What does that mean, slave?”

“A vampire’s most favored servants, Goddess.” Gwen practically purred. “And these two fucking earned it. They’re hot, they’re wonderful, and they lick pussy like a dream come true, ” the kneeling vampire added with a flash of teasing smirk.

Instantly Sabrina’s thoughts flashed back when she first got her powers. The freedom, the joy, the loving harem she had built, heroine by heroine. She could have that again! Right here, right now. She knew so much more now, too! How to make sure that her new harem wouldn’t attract all the wrong attention.

Hard won knowledge whispered back that it wouldn’t be that simple. That there was so much more to it than just blast and take. But Sabrina took that thought shoved deep down. That was for later. After she had her fun.

Sabrina’s powers practically vibrated in her chest. Up close each of Gwen’s presents was even more beautiful. A faint flower perfume mingled with the scent of musk and need. “Do they know what is about to happen to them?” She asked, running her fingers along Janika’s jaw. She was warm, almost feverishly so, and a soft contented noise slipped out from her lips. “That they are about to become mine?”

The sentence hung in the air for a moment, then Janika’s eyes began to flutter. She blinked them a few times while the slack and dreamy look dropped from her face. “Become... yours?” she asked, sounding dazed.

Her eyes darted around the room. First to Sabrina, then to Tina. Color drained from her face as she whipped her head around to look at Gwen. “Shit,” She swore, just before Sabrina’s eyes reflexively shut from a blinding light.

Tina Anderson’s world went from dreamy placid haze to chaotic mess in an instant. Jan had yanked her, yelled “danger close!” and before she could even shake off the trance Gwen had sunk her into, the redhead had pushed her into the corner of…

”Jan… where the hell are we?” The trance fogged memories didn’t offer much. Just a comforting embrace, lots of gentle touching, and from the residual dew between her pussylips, the promise of sex and pleasure.

“I don’t remember,” Jan said over her shoulder, a swirl of light in each outstretched hand. “But that one,” she indicated a stunning beautiful young woman rubbing her eyes. “Said something about us becoming hers, while Gwen —“

”Offered your sexy selves up to her on a platter,” the vampire said, crossing the living room and flopping back into an easy chair. She smirked at them both then turned to the recovering redhead. “Goddess, just in case you should probably have Morgan wait upstairs.”

Just hearing the cool confident vampire call another woman Goddess made Tina’s skin crawl. Glaring daggers, she reached out with her powers to the flower vase by the front door. A steam of water leapt out and formed a swirling ribbon around her hand. “I remember you….” She said, fighting through the lingering trance fog. “Cinema! What the fuck?! You’re one of the good guys!”

“Mom, go ahead and go upstairs.” Cinema said over her shoulder to an older, but still gorgeous woman. While she hurried away, the heroine turned back to Tina “I am! If you would just let me —“

“Bullshit!” Jan spat, and Tina could hear the sheer boiling venom in her voice. The orbs of energy crackled, practically buzzing in the air.

“If you would just let me—“ Cinema was again cut off but a whirling bolt of light that flew passed her and left a softball sized pockmark in the wall behind her.

“Jan.” Tina said softly, laying a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “It wouldn’t hurt to just hear her out and-

“You little bitch!” Cinema growled, looking from the crater on the wall, then back to the pair of heroines. Without so much as a gesture, she lifted a foot off the ground. “I’m going to make you two beg to have your asses spanked raw to make up for that!”

Tina felt more than saw the buildup of energy around the beautiful, fearsome woman. She shut her eyes and braced herself against her partner.

There was the sensation of air whipping around them and the sound of a woman grunting as if struck. Then for a long second, nothing.

Cautiously opening her eyes, Tina saw Gwen standing protectively in front of them both, arms held wide. “Gwen!?” Cinema said, sounding equally angry and confused. “I order you to —“

The air whipped around Tina again as Gwen bolted forward and silenced the next words from Cinema with a kiss.

Tina watched as the imposing redhead all but melted into the vampire’s kiss, hands moving to wrap around the lithe huntress. Gwen’s own hands moved trace up and down Cinema’s back, and both girls let out very pleased sounding moans.

The sudden emotional whiplash left Tina feeling deeply shaken, leaving her makeshift spear of water to splash against the floor. From the sudden lack of buzzing energy, she could only guess that her partner was feeling just as dumb stuck.

Without anything to funnel her surging adrenaline into, it backsplashed on her. Her mind was soaked in a heady warmth, and desire followed easily. Gwen and Cinema with both breathtakingly beautiful, and seeing them passionately make out was reigniting the wet desire between her legs.

“Now,” Gwen said, pulling away from Cinema. “Let’s all just chill out for a moment.”

”Chill out?” Tina asked, trying to roll with the emotional roller coaster. “She’s got you brainwashed, Gwen!” Part of her knew, from experience, that pointing out someone had been mind controlled did nothing to negate that control, but by the true goddess above she had to try!

Gwen nodded easily, as if Tina had just mentioned something casually unusual. “Yep, blasted me and now she is my Goddess.” She turned and shot Cinema a flirty wink.

Before Tina could do more than sputter, Jan shot out with “And you want us to chill out for that, Gwen?!”

“I do, because if my lovely Goddess hadn’t decided to preen like a villain, you would both be happily serving her along with me by now.” The vampire said, rolling her eyes playfully.

“You dressed them up like that, had the whole presentation, and I wasn’t supposed to want them then and there?” Cinema asked, incredulously.

“I thought you would zap them, not taunt and tease first,” Gwen said, a note of exasperation in her voice. “I always make sure they can wake up if they need to when I take them out while hypnotized.”

“And when I said you they were going to be mine—” Sabrina guessed.

“I took you at your word.” Jan finished angrily, raising her hands again.

“Jan,” Tina started, glancing from Gwen to Cinema and back. Cinema was strong. Really really strong. And Gwen was fast, and had centuries of experience on them.” I don’t think we can beat them.” She hated admitting it. They were heroines, protectors of River City afterall. But that didn’t stop the icy surge of fear pooling in her stomach “I think we should just run for it.”

“I mean,” Gwen began, nearly strutting towards them. “You could try. Mistress could send me to hunt you two down, hold you tight while she zaps you,” She explained it like a fantastic dream, clearly enjoying it.

One pale finger reached Tina’s exposed arm, and she flinched back as if she were struck. “You... fuck... Gwen,” Tears prickled her eyes. “This isn’t a fucking game!”

Gwen stopped, and the look of teasing pleasure slipped from her face. Jan watched her stare at them intently, then step back with a look of shock. “Oh. You two are actually terrified…” she muttered with realization writ large on her face.

“We’re sure as fuck not calm about this!” Jan shouted. “Some stranger brainwashes the woman we both love and you expect us to just be chill about it!” She continued, stressing the words into a mocking singsong.

Absolute silence filled the living room. Sabrina stared. Gwen blinked, and Tina felt her checks burn. The L word. They hadn’t had that talk yet. She loved Jan, and Jan loved her just as much. With Gwen… the vampire had always skated right past that. Never wanted to engage. It had always felt like it was enough as it was, unspoken.

“L…Love?” Gwen stammered, the cool and composed huntress melting once more into a pale young woman. ”You two…fuck,” she muttered quietly. “You can’t just drop that on a girl!”

“Well… we did!” Tina said, forcing herself to not think about the swirling pit of emotions playing havoc in her gut. “We love you, Gwen.”

An earnest “Awwwwww” drew Tina’s attention back to Sabrina, who was now looking at them with a positively giddy expression. “That is so incredibly sweet!”

“Goddess!! You’re not supposed to be all….” Gwen’s hands flapped ineffectually.

Sabrina giggled before pointing at the vampire. “Tell the truth, Gwen. Do you love them back?”

Tina watched, dumbfounded, as the command struck Gwen with apparent physical force. She reeled, and then spun back to face Jan and Tina. “More than the moon and stars,” the vampire said in a tone Tina had never heard from her before. It was hesitant and soft, without a trance of her usual devil may care glibness.

The moment the words left her, Tina saw the faintest suggestion of a blush on the vampire’s pale cheeks. “Or… you know. I like you both. A lot.” She said, smiling shyly at them both.

“I think,” A warm voice from the second floor said. “What you four need is a long talk.” The older woman, Sabrina’s mom, Tina remembered, said as she stepped down the stairs. “And one without mind control powers.”

“Alright,” Sabrina said simply. There was another subtle suggestion of building power that vanished almost as soon as it was felt.

“Wait,” Tina interjected. “You’re going to release Gwen? Just like that? You can just.. turn it off?”

Sabina nodded happily. “She’s already released, even. It took a bit of learning, but now it works just like a lightswitch.”

“Accurate, and damn, it is such a mindfuck” Gwen said, pulling Tina’s attention back to her. “And I am all for a long talk but… “ She looked up into Tina’s eyes and smiled softly. “We’re being all emotional and stuff now so… I need my Familiars close.”

It could have easily been a trap. Some prearranged signal between Sabrina and her slave. The very next thing she might have seen could be scarlet eyes paralyzing her before Sabrina captured them both. All the various ‘should’ and ‘could’ sped through Tina’s mind as she pulled her friend and lover close. Just now, they were nothing but faint whispers in the face of the obvious. Gwen was feeling needy, and she wanted her girls close.

Jan bumped up against her shoulder, and for a long moment they simply hugged the vampire. Two warm blooded living girls, welcoming and confronting their third and irreplaceable member.

The beast in Gwen’s mind slumbered. She was sated in blood, the bag of blood from Sabrina’s fridge drained and discarded. And she was sated in comfort, with her girls on either side and obviously enjoying that her body was back up to a living temperature.

As far as the hunter in her was considered, it was time to rest. But the part of her that did the thinking more advanced than hunt, drink, fuck, and rest was paddling in the sea of embarrassment and mild guilt.

Emotions had come out tonight. Some, like both of her little minxes outright telling her they loved her, had set Gwen’s heart fluttering. While others…

“So, I want to get this straight,” Tina said, snuggling in closer and peering up at Gwen. “You have been sneaking out to fuck a gorgeous redhead,” she gestured across the living room the loveseat currently occupied by Sabrina and Morgan.

“Who is very much into kinky group sex,” Jan added with a glance to the loveseat couple, getting a very giddy and excited double nod in return

“And is very much a Domme,” Tina added, getting another very enthusiastic nod from Morgan especially

“Who has mind control powers that are like a love bomb on steroids,” Jan added from Gwen’s other side.

“Who can turn the effect on and off at will,” Tina rallied.

“And has promised to only make you her slave with your consent,” Jan teased.

“Sweetheart, pumpkin, lamb chop,” Tina started before the embarrassment broke containment and pulled Gwen’s finger to Tina’s lips.

“No, no, and no” Gwen said, a touch sulkily. “No cutesy pet names. I am banning that right now”

Tina, quite unfairly, just kissed the tip of Gwen’s finger. “Fine,” she relented. “But really, why on earth would you keep that a secret?”

The answer twisted in Gwen’s stomach. It battered against her last few decades of carefully constructed distance. The emotionally reserved cool goth chick. The devil in the pale moonlight the… “I was embarrassed.” She said, quietly, if only to force the guilt away. “That I wanted a taste of the other side.”

The double eye roll she got, followed by the pair of kisses on each cheek, settled on her vulnerable spirit like a bandage. They didn’t think any less of her!

”What I want to know is, why did you get the feeling that presenting your girls to me was something you had to do?” Sabrina asked, leaving a giggly Morgan reeling from her own kiss.

“Oh” Gwen said, greeting the rush of embarrassment with resignation. “When you did the thing to me, the huntress part of me lit up. Like I was back with my sire.” She said, feeling the stares of all four humans on her. “Sires own their spawn, like down to the soul. And it felt exactly the same when you did your thing to me. And spawn give tribute to their sires so….” she trailed off seeing the delighted faces on Jan and Tina

“Hear that, Tina? We’re tribute.” Jan said amid giggles.

A connection formed lightning fast in Gwen’s imagination. “Oh! Shit, um. Tina, I am so sorry, I know that probably feels super gross and-

This time it was Tina’s finger that gently silenced her. Even with the uncomfortable thought fresh in her mind, the vampire still mimicked the gentle kiss back. And revived a warm smile from the dark skinned heroine. “From anyone else, it might,” she conceded with a smile. “But I know you, Gwen. I know you didn’t mean it like that.”

She gestured to herself and Jan, still in their color coded lingerie. “Besides, if being your tribute means I get dolled up and pampered like a runway model, sign me up!”

The soft laughter filling the room settled into an expectant silence. One that Sabrina broke by rising up and looking over the room. “With all that cleared away” she began, and Gwen could hear the shift in her voice from comfortable young woman to powerful Domme. “I think I should make my offer.” She strode to Gwen and her girls on the couch. “If you are ready?” She asked, tilting Gwen’s chin up with a sensual grace that turned Gwen’s mind briefly to heated steam.

Sabrina Cross was a marvel, simple as. Beautiful, strong, powerful, and she had a casual dominance to her that made even Gwen’s inner huntress want to sit up and beg. The pooled heat from her two girls sank deeper, reaching the stores of blood in her body in a rush of need.

Sex and pleasure burned in her blood, it always had. When she got horny, it was like being in the grip of puberty all over again. Any other night, she would loosen the grip on the beast. Let it take over to sate herself with her girls. Drink, fuck, and rest.

But tonight she held off. She promised the beast something better was coming, and it thankfully agreed. Powerfully. So much so that part of her ached to slip onto her knees and pant. “Please, fuck, yes.” She breathed out, half in desperation and half in defiance of that baser urge.

“I’ll enslave you, and then you will offer up each of your Familiars to me to be enslaved in turn.” Sabrina announced with all the certainly of Prophet. “Then, we are going to properly enjoy the rest of the evening.”

Out of the corner of her eyes, Gwen saw Tina and Jan nodding early. She added her “yes please” to their chorus.

Looking down at Gwen, Sabrina smiled tenderly. Then the power built in her and hit Gwen like an invisible tsunami.

Having felt it before did nothing to prepare her for the sheer totality of her Mistress’s powers. It seared along every pathway in Gwen’s mind. Every instinct of loyalty was bent to the powerful redhead still tilting her head up. Every memory of previous servitude was capped and rendered gray and distant.

Hot on the heels of that domination surged love. Deep, binding, love. As thick as honey and ten times as sweet. She loved her Goddess, loved her more than anything. More than blood. More than the hunt. There was only the briefest hesitation for Jan and Tina, before that was snuffed out instantly. More than even them. She would… would do anything for Sabrina.

It rushed through her in an instant. One moment she was a free woman, and the next she was a slave. Her Mistress was a mortal, but still a Goddess to her. She was Gwen. Badass vampire, Superheroine, Dominant, and now utter and complete slave to Sabrina Cross.

Her pussy dripped. Her mouth watered. She felt a rightness settle into her bones. It was artificial, she knew in the way she knew that planets existed far off in space. An abstract fact that had nothing at all to do with the feelings of the moment. “I’m yours,” she breathed, turning to nuzzle her Goddess’s palm.

“You are,” Sabrina, and it took a bit of effort to even think of the redhead as anything other than Goddess, purred. “Mine,” she glanced to the side, and Gwen heard the twin needy gasps from her girls. And they were still her girls. They just now also belonged to her Goddess. Like her mind, her body, and everything else Gwen could lay claim too.

“Gwen,” Sabrina cooed, snapping the vampire’s attention back like a whip. “Offer your girls to me.”

The order hit her mind like an invisible bullet. There was no subtle hint like hypnosis, or deep urge like other metas could slip into her mind. This was just a certainty that she would obey.

Turning to Tina first, she leaned in to kiss the mocha skinned beauty. The order had been to offer her girls, but that didn’t stop her from having her own fun with it. Tina was flushed, horny, and almost melted into the kiss. Her blood was tempting, her dripping cunt even moreso. But her girls deserved to be enslaved first. She was certain it would be so much better once they were all owned by Sabrina.

“Tina,” Gwen said softly, shifting behind the heroine and using just enough of her strength to guide the heroine’s eyes to her Goddess. “You belong to me, and I am giving you to my Goddess.” The sharp intake of breath told Gwen she had hit her mark perfectly. “You couldn’t resist, even if you wanted to. My Goddess is just that powerful.” Another kiss pulled another moan free from the writhing girl. Then she gave a small nod to Sabrina, and Gwen felt Tina stiffen in her arms.

It only lasted a moment, leaving Tina blinking dreamy up at Sabrina with a love drunk expression. “I’m yours,” She breathed out dreamily. Gwen guided Tina down to kneel at Sabrina’s feet, earning her a look of gratitude from her Goddess that delivered a bolt of heat right to her pussy. She was being good, doing as she was told, pleasing the woman that owned her! A giddy grin pulled at her lips while she moved Janika.

The other redhead was watching with wide doe eyes, hand folded in her lap and heat practically puffing from her with every breath. “Please, Gwen, please don’t make me wait. That looks so fucking hot!”

Gwen smirked and nodded, shifting to the side to give Janika a clear line of sight to Sabrina. The hair on her arm pricked up when the invisible wave of power swept past her and impacted Jan. In the intimate lamplight, the vampire watched Jan’s eyes get blown wide. She jerked once like Tina had, then relaxed as if even muscle in her body had very decided it was time to power down. “I’m yours,” Jan breathed out, slipping from the couch to join Tina on the floor.

Looking at her girls brought a fresh sensation to Gwen’s mind. Sisterhood. They belonged to her Goddess now, and that meant that they were close as family to her now. A very kinky, very horny family, but family none the less. She had felt something similar toward Morgan, and even now looking up at the mature beauty on the couch sent a plume of heady desire though Gwen’s body. But these two, her girls, were wellsprings of it. Of lust and belonging and desire and...

She didn’t even notice the twin tear trails down her cheek until Sabrina leaned down to wipe them away. “Feeling alright, slave?’ She asked, dominance and care blending wonderfully.

Gwen nodded wordlessly, swallowing back the emotions. They dropped into the pit of them in her stomach, ones that would need to be unpacked and examined. Later.

Now, she was a slave. She had her Goddess. She had girls that tied for sexiest woman in the universe right after her Goddess as her sister slaves. It was time to fucking enjoy herself. “Please, Goddess. I’ve been so good. So have they. Can you please—”

Her wonderful, amazing Goddess only had to nod once and then gesture up the stairs. Gwen took Jan and Tina by the hand, gracefully leading them back to their feet. “Let’s go fucking party, girls!” she said, letting the last worries of the night fade away, with one thing she knew she was forgetting stubbornly sticking around until she was all the way up the stairs.

Sabrina cross surveyed the three women laying like dolls on her bed. Their eyes were open, their chests rose and fell with breath so calm and even it might have belonged to a deep sleeper. She hadn’t hypnotized her slaves, she hadn’t needed to. Not when her power sunk so much deeper than hypnosis. And since her slaves weren’t hypnotized, she didn’t have to worry about some lingering bit of heroic willpower rising up to shake her girls free.

Looking at Gwen, she smirked at the memory of earlier that night. “Your powers are much better suited to be a super slave, Gwen” she mused softly.

“My powers are much better suited to being your super slave, Goddess.” Gwen intoned, her voice drained of everything but a soft and dreamy pleasure. Just hearing that utter surrender was enough to spark a wave of tingles along her nerves.

She adored Gwen’s normal devil may care attitude, of course. But that, like everything else about the vampire, was hers now. The old desires trailed dark and seductive tendrils over her brain. Everything about Gwen was hers. She could make this permanent, and it wouldn’t take a thing. Sabrina took a deep breath, pushing it down. It relented, even if it did not go quietly. “Patience” she consoled herself. “Playtime first. Domination... maybe later”

Refocusing on the delights in front of her and licking her lips, she looked over at Janika and Tina. Likewise nude and likewise enthralled, they simply drifted in Sabrina’s utter control.

“You love me, more than anything or anyone else.” she said, voice firm and powerful.

Her power seemed to know she wanted all three to feel that, and she was greeted with a sweet and distant chorus of “We love you, Goddess. More than anything or anyone else.” And damn did that feel good to hear! Bringing her hand up to her breast, she ran the tips of her fingers over one stiff nipple. She owned these three beautiful women. She fucking owned them to their very souls!

“Tina, Janika,” She said sharply, causing both girls to snap their attention to her. “When you wake up, you’ll both be yourselves but the love and desire you have for each other will be increased massively. You’ll need each other like you need air, without any other thoughts in your mind but making each other feel fantastic.” She waited and simmered while the girls repeated after her in enthralled cadence. " Now, wake up!” She snapped her fingers and instantly the two heroines were all over each other.

Rounding the bed, she watched in rapt attention as they gave themselves to their passion and desire. They were beyond words. There were moans and cries and gasps, little half vocalizations that were lost in kisses and licks over bare flesh. And it was easily one of the hottest things Sabrina had seen. Hot enough to turn the tingles to a river of heat flowing down her spine and coating her pussy lips in slick.

She slipped back into the bed, next to Gwen, still watching the pair of lovers lose themselves in each other. “Do you need to breathe, my little pale huntress?” Sabrina asked lightly.

“No, Goddess.” Gwen replied in a quiet coo.

“Perfect,” Sabrina said, leaning in close to brush a strand of dark hair away from Gwen’s face. “Then when you wake up, you won’t have any other purpose other than to bury your face between my thighs and make me cum.” She watched in anticipation while Gwen laid motionless on the bed like a gothic sex doll. “Wake up,” Sabrina said firmly.

Awakeness flooded Gwen’s eyes, but it was a strange and dull glimmer compared to the girl’s normal fiery spirit. She whipped her head around without a trace of the lithe huntress’s grace. The very second her dull brown eyes found the glistening folds between Sabrina’s legs, she thrust her entire body forward and mashed herself against Sabrtina’s pussy with an intensity that made the red headed heroine groan aloud.

Part of it was the vampire girl’s skill. She knew exactly how to move her tongue to flood Sabrina’s body with liquid fire. She lapped, flicked, kissed and nosed with all the single minded devotion of a woman born to eat pussy. That alone might have made the heroine cum. But the fact it was Gwen, the oh so cool huntress that had been reduced to a helpless sex toy turned the heat from scorching to inferno. “Mmmmm, yes. Lick my clit you mindless little whore!” she moaned aloud, adding her own cries to the soft and intimate sounds Tina and Janika were filling the room with.

It was a feast for her senses. The amazing talent of Gwen’s tongue and her own hands running circles over stiff nipples. The cries of passion and desire combined with the wet intimate sounds of Gwen’s lips feasting on her cunt . The scent of feminine sexuality heavy in the air. All combined with a glow in her chest that had nothing to do with pleasure. She owned these women! They were hers! her slaves, her sex toys, her...her....

Sabrina shrieked as the lighting quick orgasm thundered through her. It compressed and burst in the space of a thought, clenching her muscles only to release them in a single nova of pure heat and delight that left her breathless.

With her task complete and no new orders, Gwen sat up and blinked. From her longing spot, Sabrina watched awareness return to the vampire’s eyes, followed by a sly grin. Gwen moved to Sabrina’s side and slotted herself close, kissing alongside one breast. “Fuck, that is so hot” she murmured, nosing in close for a kiss on Sabrina’s shoulder.

A particularly enthusiastic moan brought both the girls attention to the other pair on the bed. Tina and Jan were utterly lost in each other, that much was clear from the near constant liplock they had. Kisses melded into sighs, while tremors of pleasure jiggled their tits for Sabrina’s appreciative gaze. Both girls were laid back, legs spread, and with their busy fingers deep in each other’s pussies. As if spurred on by Sabrina’s attention, they withdrew their sick digits and offered them to each other, breaking the kiss just long enough to savor the taste of each other.

“I could watch them all night,” Gwen purred, trialing her fingers down her own body. She lingered around her own pale breasts, circling her nipples delicately.

“You can do more than just watch, Gwen” , Sabrina urged, already imagining how the goth woman would handle her two devoted thralls. “I am a kind and generous mind controller.” she preened with a playful and self important tone. “I can share”

Gwen’s brown eyes flicked to the clock on Sabrina’s bedside table, then the girl grinned enough to show her fangs. “I have the feeling you won’t be missing out”

A knock on the front door sounded through the house, prompting a raised eyebrow. Even under her control, Gwen had a playfulness that constantly surprised. her. “What did you do, Gwen?” She asked, feeling only a small tingle of fear.

“Sabrina, honey. There is a cop at the front door!” Morgan called out. Whipping her head around, Sabrina glowered at Gwen. “Answer, me, slave. What did you do?” Sabrina asked, swallowing past the now rising acidic bubble of fear.

Gwen stilled when the command hit her. “Brought you another plaything,” she reported with all the sincerity of reporting on the weather. Shaking her head to clear the lingering docility, she resumed grinning like a cat. “Trust me, Goddess. You’ll love what I got for you.”

The moment Miranda Wright knocked on the door to the upscale suburban home her mind had compelled her to drive to since the moment she clocked off her shift, the desire to do anything at all fell away. She floated in her body, awake and aware but not wholly present. The late night air was cool on her skin, crickets sang and a distant bird chirped. And the door in front of her creaked open to reveal a lovely looking older woman.

She carried her years perfectly, letting them add to her beauty with a touch of wisdom and maturity. Dark hair, warm eyes, and lovely set of breasts that easily caught Miranda’s eye. Normally, she kept that particular desire locked up tight while on duty. No one wants one of the city’s police officers distracted by every shapely set of tits she sees.

But that was for Officer Wright to worry about, and even if she was still in her uniform, the part of her not swimming in lethargic fog was firmly Miranda. And Miranda had no problems letting her eyes roam over the attractive woman in front of her.

“Sabrina, honey, there is a cop at the front door.” The older woman called over her shoulder, eyes locked on Miranda. “May I ask what you are doing here, Officer,” her eyes flicked down to Miranda’s own chest. “Wrights?”

“Gwen told me to come here,” Miranda reported dutifully. It wasn’t quite as nice as obeying the woman with the long dark hair would have been, but there was still a pleasant tremor of pleasure that pulled a tiny gasp from Miranda’s lips.

“Oh! I think I know what this is about.” the older woman in front of her said with a girlish giggle. “Let’s get you all settled upstairs then”

The fog in Miranda’s mind had built to a thick comfortable blanket. She was laying on a bed that felt like paradise compared to her tiny twin mattress in her apartment. Shirt unbuttoned, cap and duty belt tossed aside, and the hands of two incredibly beautiful naked women running fingers along her thin gray cotton undershirt. The one on her right black as midnight with an impish smile on her adorable face. The one on her left pale and shapely, long red hair trailing over her body.

“Gwen!” A naked redhead that could have been an underwear model said in exasperation. The woman standing beside her was the dark haired siren that had put this wonderfully thick fog in her mind, the pale beauty with the red eyes. She was as naked as the other three, particularly glowing in the dim, comfortable light spilling from the bedside lamp.

“That’s my name, Goddess,” Gwen replied with a cheeky smile that sparked all manner of tingles in Miranda’s tummy.

The redheaded goddess let out a noise of frustration, running a hand through her hair. “Being adorable will not get you out of this, Gwen. You used your powers on a cop!”

They both turned to look at Miranda. She smiled lazily back, any other reaction having sunk in the fog or the rising tide of warm pleasure her two bedmates were coaxing from her.

“I can’t imagine she will be complaining about being in your bed, Goddess.” Gwen said, openly running her eyes up and down Miranda’s body.

“Mistress is right, Goddess,” the black girl on Miranda’s right offered, moving one obsidian hand to cup Miranda’s breast. Clever fingers slipped under her shirt and deftly unsnapped Miranda’s bra. Sending it flying to join her hat and belt, the pale girl on Miranda’s left ran her fingernails over Miranda’s nipple, leaving a trail of sparks. “Feeling good, little cop cutie?” Pale girl asked sweetly, pulling as enthusiastic a nod from the policewoman as she was able to give.

“Re..Regardless” Goddess said, after a moment of staring at Miranda. “She might be feeling great now, but only because you have her under your powers.”

“Don’t be so sure about that, Goddess.” Gwen declared with a knowing smirk. “Officer Wrights here has quite the little secret.”

With a stride that made Miranda’s throat go dry, Gwen moved to her side and urged Dark Skin away. “Miranda, tell my goddess about the fantasy you shared with me at the salon.”

A moment of hesitation stood before the power of Gwen’s words just long enough for Miranda’s to feel how helpless she truly was. Her words slipped deep into Miranda’s mind and pulled the shameful fantasy back up to her lips, brushing her clit along the way. “I wanted to be saved by a heroine and she would fly me up to the sky above the city and we would embrace and she would see I was just like her and we could share the burdens of being a protector and then we could kiss and fuck all night.” Miranda meawled out in one breath while the pale girl on her left tweaked one rock stiff nipple.

“Miss Wrights here is a cape chaser, Goddess.” Gwen purred, moving her hand down to the hem of Miranda’s undershirt. “Now, how do you think she will respond to waking up in a room full of four naked heroines?” She asked with a brush down her own bare body. “We aren’t exactly hard on the eyes, you know?”

“Still...” Goddess said, obviously watching the show. Being stared at and admired by the woman Gwen submitted to felt right in a way Miranda’s mind was far too lust soaked to parse.

“Goddess,” Gwen purred, beckoning her closer with her finger. “You’re looking for reasons to say no. But you, Sabrina Cross, are what she needs. A powerful, dominant, beautiful heroine.” One hand slipped under Miranda’s body and lifted her to lay against Gwen’s body. Those same hands maneuvered her with undeniable strength to face Sabrina. “Do it, Goddess. Take her, she would beg if she could, I know it.” Miranda saw the smile cross Sabrina’s face. It was needy, focused, and made the police woman’s cunt clench and need drip onto the sheets. One finger lifted Miranda’s chin, forcing the dazed woman to stare helplessly up at the redhead goddess and then....

Power

The fog Gwen had filled her mind with was blasted away before the sunrise of power pouring from Goddess. Her name was Sabrina, but all at once Miranda knew why Gwen had been calling her Goddess. It was the only proper name for the woman that owned her mind, owned her body, and owned her soul.

Spiraling together with the ownership was love. Pure, divine, incredible love. For her new Goddess, of course. But for Gwen and her two gorgeous bedmates. Lust mixed with that love and boiled in her veins, fusing into pleasure that built without stopping and... and...

Orgasm detonated in Miranda’s core, soaking her pussy and baking her mind in bliss. Sensations brushed over her skin, fingers petting her and lips kissing her. Her goddess’s power withdrew, leaving Miranda’s mind sunkissed and her body wonderfully spent.

Fluttering her eyes open, Miranda gazed adoringly at her Goddess. The woman that meant more to her than anything now. “Oh wow” she breathed out. “This is so much hotter than I thought it would be.”

Gwen slipped her fingers under the hem of Miranda’s undershirt, while the policewoman obligingly lifted her arms to let the pale woman undress her. Doing the same with her pants and panties, Gwen kissed down Miranda’s neck, leaving a trail of tingles in her wake. “Your new Goddess is a meta,” the pale woman explained. “Janika and Tina here are both metas,” she explained, gesturing to the dark skinned beauty and her pale companion, who gave her a wink and a nod in return. “And you know I am,” Gwen whispered in her ear. “Want to see how many fantasies we can make come true with four beautiful meta girls?”

Sabrina lay stretched out on the bed, with Janika and Tina on either side. They both dozed, the long night of sex and pleasure having taken its toll. Not that Sabrina minded. Each girl was just as beautiful asleep and cuddled close as awake and serving her. And, of course, she had a very interesting performance to watch.

Her new vampire slave may have been a handful at times, but Sabrina had to admit the goth girl certainly had an eye for which playthings to give. Miranda Wright, without the s her mind was eager to add, was a knockout. Lean and toned, with a subtle definition to her muscles that only added to the softness of her hips and tits. Honey blonde hair, tussled from its orderly pixie cut accentuated a surprisingly tanned body. She was the perfect mix of girl next door cuteness with the sensuality of a young lesbian in the prime of her life. And, currently, deeply enthralled by Gwen.

“I am going to drink your blood,” the still naked vampire purred, moving her fingers in front of the police woman’s dazed eyes.

“You.... are going to drink my blood.” Miranda responded in a soft monotone that sent a jolt of heat through Sabrina’s body.

Pale hands tenderly tilted Miranda’s head to the side, exposing the column of her neck. Soft kisses traveled along the front while Sabrina felt the thrill of anticipation. Gwen’s lips paused on one kiss before Miranda bucked against the vampire with a needy moan. Gwen’s free hand held her as the strength seemed to melt away from Miranda’s body.

It was incredibly hot, Sabrina conceded. And very elegant too. Gwen held the girl softly, her own eyes closed in apparent bliss as well.

Then it was over. Gwen lapped the small dribbles of blood away from a wound that was rabidly healing right before Sabrina’s eyes. “You taste fantastic, little thrall.” Gwen praised, easing Miranda down to snuggle on Tina’s side. “Now. Sleep.” The vampire commanded with a snap of her fingers, shutting the policewoman down as effectively as a toggle switch.

“How much did you drink?” Sabrina asked, watching Gwen’s pale body become slightly more flushed and pink.

“Not much, barely a shot glass full. Enough to keep me going a while longer.” she offered, licking her lips. “The benefits of an undead slave girl.” she added, trailing a finger down her chest, circling one stiff nipple. “Just a bit of blood every so often, and I have stamina for days.”

Before Sabrina could think to answer, a compressed and tinny rendition of Symphonic Nebula’s “Glimmer Girl’ filled the room. Both girls’ heads moved to the bedstand where Sabrina’s phone was gently chiming the hour. Six in the morning.

The exhaustion of the night hit Sabrina hard. Not nearly enough to knock her down for the count, of course. She was still a top ranked meta. But enough to make her yawn, eager to join the rest of the girls for a brief nap. “Rain check for the next time we play, Gwen.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” Gwen admitted sheepishly.

“But,” Sabrina said suddenly with an outstretched finger. “We have your impromptu guest to take care of first.” They both turned to look at Miranda’s peacefully sleeping form.

“I have the perfect idea in mind, Goddess,” Gwen said with a wicked smirk. “I think she will love this.”

Sabrina sighed, looking at her vamp slave lovingly. Reaching out to cup the pale girl’s cheek, she nodded. “Go ahead and do what you feel like you need to do with her.” The hand cupping her cheek turned to a very gentle, playful slap. “While I decided how to handle the multiple minor heart attacks you almost gave me tonight, not to mention the hole in the downstairs wall.” She said firmly, earning an accepting grimace from her vampire slave. “But, don’t worry, as you just said. Stamina for days” she added with a grin.

Miranda Wright’s dreams were chaotic, messy, and altogether much more sensual than she was used to having. The swell of heat that she felt between her legs the moment her eyes opened almost drew her hand then and there. It was only the confusion and lack of coherent memories of just how she had ended up in her cluttered apartment bedroom that stopped her.

It was obviously hers. Even in River City she doubted any normal girl would have the amount of off market merchandise dedicated to the beautiful meta’s that called the city home. Posters and figurines mixed with amateur art prints of Omega Girl, Paper Doll, Shinobi and so many others. Each smiling down at her, and each only deepening her confusion. She had called in a suspicious incident, and then....

Out of subconscious habit, her other hand drifted to the cultured nightstand, nearly dislodging a bottle of water, and found her phone. One text message.

A wave of relaxation washed over her, starting from the base of neck down. The confusion wasn’t important anymore, and the building lust draping her pussy in dew became suddenly much more urgent. Moving nearly of its own accord, her other hand slipped between her legs and began to lovingly trace between her pussylips.

Miranda Wright. You had a fantastic experience last night. The culmination of your deepest sexual fantasies. Heroines all over you, making you cum and making her feel powerless. The test message started, bringing the wave of memories with it. Gwen, Sabrina, Janika and Tina, all of them making her body sing in ways she didn’t know she even could feel. Her fingers teased more intently, pulling a ragged gasp from her lips. You were also under our mind control while you did it. First from myself, and then from Sabrina Cross. The slick coating her fingers suddenly became a flood. She had been utterly helpless between the beautiful vampire and the mind controlling Sabrina! She had been taken, used, fucked and it had felt so goddess damned amazing! You admitted to enjoying yourself under our powers, and we would love to get to know you more and play again. But, if you want last night to just be a wonderful dream instead, the conditions I placed in your mind will let you. All you need to do is reply to this text with No, thank you, and the whole night will just become a hazy blur.

The empty reply space on her phone almost taunted Miranda the moment she finished the message. Urging her to give this due consideration, to really think about how being taken and used by such amazing, wonderful, sexy, powerful, beautiful...

Her fingers managed to clumsily type back, Wnt to see you again bad, lved it, you r all so sexy before the barest hint of a touch to her clit sent the police woman rocketing over the edge into a toe curling orgasm.

Across town, in the considerably cozier apartment belonging to Janika and Tina, the two heroines were seated at their dining table in their pajamas, pouring over a spiral notebook. “No making us do crimes,” Janika proposed, jotting it down.

“Do you honestly think she would make us do that?” Tina asked, skeptically.

“Well, no,” Jan admitted with a shrug. “But nice to have in, maybe?”

Tina just nodded and took up her own pen. “No permanently fucking with our personalities, or memories” She narrated.

“Smart, I can see her wanting to swirl around our memories, sometimes,” Jan said, smiling softly. “Fuck, it feels so nice to just.. just talk about this.”

“I know!” Tina agreed, excitedly. “And, like, we know she will listen to us about it too. This isn’t like that guy with the magic instruments or that psycho bitch with the ray gun.”

A loud moan interrupted them both, drawing their attention to Gwen. Naked, writhing on the couch, panting, legs spread wide with a dildo plunging in and out of her cunt. “This vampire slut was much too cheeeeeky!” she moaned out loud as another orgasm tore through her.

“How many orgasms did Sabrina order her to endure again?” Tina asked, delicately sipping from her mug of coffee.

“Fifty, I think?” Jan answered, leaning in close to rest her head on Tina’s shoulder.

“Think this is going to even slow down how cheeky she is?” Tina giggled, absorbed in watching Gwen’s tits bounce as she worked her way up to another orgasm.

“Not a chance,” Janika said softly.

She lapsed into comfortable silence, watching her lover, friend, sometimes mistress and now fellow part time slave work her body into a needy mess. She wouldn’t have had Tina, met Gwen, or discovered just how good being controlled could feel if she hadn’t manifested her powers.

Turning to Tina, she kissed the girl on the cheek. “You know... I think we should come out of temporary retirement. It is morning afterall.”

Gwen let out a particularly pleased moan. “Ffffuuuck! Thi...This vampire slut was...was much too cheeeeky!” she mewled helplessly.

Both mortal girls stared, and both mortal girls felt their blood heat. “Or.... this evening.” Tina offered, moistening her lips.

“This evening works” Janika agreed, lowering her hands to trace the warm silken skin under Tina’s sleep shirt. “No sense rushing right back into things, afterall!”

As they slowly stripped each other, spurred on by the wonderful sight of Gwen erotically tormenting herself, Janika Lang thought ‘Maybe fighting crime isn’t so bad afterall!’

The End