Caroline stopped just outside her office door and tried to unclench her jaw. That last meeting had tensed her up again. It was all the argument and drama - pointless, since they came round to her point of view anyway. At least her new morning routine helped. She started each day relaxed and mellow.

She tamped down a smile. Not here, she thought, not now. Later. Tonight. It was an evening routine as well as a morning routine: crawl into bed, phone in hand, playing the delicious video clip on a loop. The other hand - down between her legs. She wasn’t sure exactly why that clip was so hot, but she’d decided to just roll with it and enjoy it.

Now, though, it was time to enjoy some more meetings. She opened the door to her corner office and went in - and stopped, still holding the door handle.

“Who the devil are you?” she said. There was a woman in her office, standing by the window and apparently tending to a potted plant.

“Oh, hi!” the woman said, cheerily. “I’m Linda, from Green Delight Office Services!"

“No, you’re not,” Caroline said and started forward, eyes narrowing. “One, I don’t have any plants in my office, and two, that’s definitely not an official uniform.” The woman was wearing a form-fitting black jumpsuit with a jagged lightning pattern on it, and over that, a pink, fluffy, lacy jacket, a pink ballerina skirt and ballerina slippers. Pink, of course. 

On her head, over her blonde shoulder-length hair, she had a pink headband with fluffy pink balls all over it. The whole outfit was so bizarre that it took several seconds for Caroline’s mind to make the connection. When it did, it stopped her cold. 

“Who... are you?” she said. The woman was dressed as... goddess Astrape. An ancient Greek goddess of lightning who'd crossed time and space to play a large role in a popular Japanese manga. Which just happened to be Caroline’s secret vice. She’d spent too much time reading, watching, and collecting images relating to it. All at home. Never at work. Nobody knew about it.

"Leave my office!" she barked, to conceal her growing unease. This was wrong. The woman wasn't just dressed as goddess Astrape. She was dressed as a particular version of the goddess. One that mostly appeared in certain hentai adaptations, where she called down lightning from the sky and zapped women, rendering them drooling, giggly and vacant. And... horny.

That's what the goddess did in that clip - those clips, really, but especially one, a delicious one - that Caroline had become almost obsessed with in the mornings and evenings. The clip that helped her relax, and also made her cum like crazy. But... that was impossible. Nobody could know.

"Sorry, boss, maybe I'm in the wrong place then," the woman said, clapping her hands together in a perfect imitation of Goddess Astrape. "Or, maybe I'm in the right place." Her smile was more of a smirk. "You look stressed, sweetie. Good for you that your Goddess is here!"

The woman walked around the desk and Caroline took a step backwards, fighting her rising panic. The woman - Linda, eh -  really was dressed exactly as the goddess in those clips. Astrape was a weird, fun mix of bubbly pink blonde and severe goddess of lightning and discipline, and Linda somehow gave off the same vibe.

The skin-tight black jumpsuit with jagged yellow-white lightning from head to toe should have clashed with the masses of pink fluff and lace on her jacket, and the pink ballerina skirt, but didn't. In Caroline's eyes it looked perfect. It made her pussy tingle.

"Leave my office," Caroline said, her voice shaking. "Go... away..."

"Leave? But I just came here!" Linda said, cackling. "Poor sweetie! You look so stressed!"

She grinned at Caroline, her smile too wide, just like the goddess'. Too much teeth made her look partly exuberant, partly deranged. Linda raised her hand and held up something that looked exactly like goddess Astrape's lightning wand. Caroline cried out and clapped her hand over her mouth.

"I'm - I'm not stressed," Caroline said, frozen to the spot now as Linda advanced. "Go... please... go away." Her voice fell to a whisper. The whole scene was straight out of the clip. But...  it's just a fantasy, her mind wailed. It's not real! It can't be!

Linda stopped a few yards away. "I will let you relax, sweetie." She raised the wand. "Zap!" Linda giggled.

The wand flashed brightly, just like in the hentai. Caroline came, just like the women in the hentai. Just like she'd done so many times in bed, watching those clips. In the clips, pink lightning ignited in the women's pussies and raced through their bodies, flooding them with pleasure.

It felt just like that to Caroline, like an electric jolt between her legs, setting off an orgasm that surged through her body.

"Noooo..." she said, dazed, staggering backwards.

"Yes!" Linda cackled. "Again! Zap!"

Another flash, and another jolt zapped Caroline between the legs, triggering another - even stronger - orgasm. She collapsed to her knees, and had to support herself with one hand.

"Please..." she panted, "stop..."

"Oh sweetie," she heard Linda say above her, "you're still too stressed. I will let you relax. Zap!"

The bright flash from the wand lit the room, and Caroline came again. She fell forward and almost smashed her face into the floor. She struggled to get back up, but the wand flashed again.

"Zap!" Linda cackled, dancing around her on tiptoe. Caroline saw the pink slippers move, out of the corner of her eye. Another orgasm ripped through her. She'd never cum like this before. "Zap! Zap! Zap!" She came, and came, and came.

When the haze in her mind cleared, she was on hands and knees, panting heavily. She felt drained, but also stupidly happy. Her pussy was a hot, wet mess. She blinked to try to regain her focus and saw a wet spot on the carpet. She was drooling. Vacant and drooling, a voice whispered in her mind, then giggled.

"There we go." Linda knelt down and raised Caroline's chin. Caroline looked up into goddess Astrape's blue eyes, above that unsettling, toothy smile. "Much better, sweetie. Let's get you really relaxed now." The goddess held out her wand, just in front of Caroline's face.

She found herself staring at the familiar figure of a naked woman impaled on lightning, her legs and arms splayed out. The woman had a crown of lightning, striking out from her head. Behind it, Caroline saw the goddess' grinning face. She knew what was coming, but she was too weak and dazed to struggle.

"Sleep!" Goddess Astrape giggled. The woman on the wand flashed white, blinding Caroline. She fell into the darkness.

When Caroline woke up, she couldn't see anything. She blinked, but everything was dark. The air was warm and damp around her. No, around her head only. Cool air drifted across her bare skin further down. There was something hard and cool below her, pressing against her feet, buttocks and elbows. She was on her back...

She gulped as it all clicked into place in her mind. She was on her back, in the pose from the clip. Wearing a hood. Just like the women she'd watched, over and over while she masturbated, cumming when they did, as the goddess zapped them into mindless, horny bliss... Cold dread clamped in her belly. That... woman who had captured her knew too much about her, way too much. 

"Hello, sweetie." A low whisper in her left ear made her yelp. "I know you're awake in there now. I'll soon remove the hood, so we can continue, but I wanted to tell you. Before, you know."

Oh yes, Caroline knew. In the hentai, this was where Astrape brainwashed her victims - her chosen, blessed sweeties, a voice in her mind argued back - by zapping their minds into permanent drooling blankness, before she filled them with eternal happiness and pleasure.

A finger touched her left breast, gently tickling her nipple. She shuddered. The dread mixed with arousal as the longing grew. She'd wanted this for so long.

"I'm a hacker," the voice continued. "I started with computers, and got good at that. It wasn't a challenge anymore. So now I hack people. Women. I love women." The voice giggled, disturbingly like Astrape's. "I hack minds. It's much more fun. I saw you in an interview. You talked about how much self-control you had, and you were so pretty, and I thought - there's my next challenge! I'm gonna hack CEO Caroline!"

"Oh, I'm so happy I found you!" The voice sounded almost ecstatic. "Your Goddess Astrape is so fun! And you were so easy to hack - you clicked the link in my email and let me get into your computer, and then you watched my videos and let me get into your mind. You let yourself be hypnotized, sweetie, over and over. Thank you for that. Thank you, sweetie! This is going to be so much fun. But don't worry, I'll keep you happy, just like your Goddess!"

The voice giggled again, and Caroline felt a gentle pressure on her ear. Her captor had just kissed her, she realized. "Let's enjoy the rest of the clip now," the voice breathed in her ear.

Caroline heard a soft shuffle to her left, and then the hood came off. She gasped despite herself as she saw Goddess Astrape standing in front of her. No dammit, she thought, fighting her eyes - this was just a woman, not a Goddess, her name was Linda, not Astrape, come on...

"I am Goddess Astrape!" the figure announced, pirouetting in another of the Goddess' trademark phrases and gestures. Caroline grunted as she tried to push it back. The scene had been burned into her subconscious from all the watching and masturbating, the obsessive, compulsive watching.

Had she really been hypnotized by it? It couldn't be, but it had become almost impossible to resist the urge to watch it.

Now the scene rose into her consciousness, giving her a vertiginous double vision. She was in her office, on her own desk, and she was inside the hentai at the same time. She'd been captured by the plant-tending lady, and she'd also been captured by the Goddess Astrape.

The real Goddess, her Goddess, whom she'd adored and dreamt of and fantasized about so long. Beautiful, powerful Goddess Astrape, who took unhappy, stressed women and zapped them into mindless vacant bliss with her pussy lightning, and made them happy forever.

No, she thought, weakly. It's not - true. It's... I've been hacked. She's hacked my mind. She's not... the Goddess. She's hacked my... mind.

It didn't help. It just made her hornier. Her pussy was growing wet again and the heat was rising, reminding her of all those orgasms. Those in her bed at home, and those just now, here in the office.

"You're so pretty, sweetie," the Goddess cooed, and Caroline moaned and smiled back. She was so wet now. So wet and so pretty, she thought dizzily, she was pretty, she wanted to be pretty, pretty body, pretty mind, pretty self, pretty pretty pretty for Goddess...

The Goddess danced up close and leaned in over Caroline's naked body. Caroline stared up at her hungrily, eagerly, yearning for the lightning to strike again and zap her mind away. She struggled against her own arousal, and tried to focus on her office.

She was in her office, she was the CEO, there was probably a meeting she was late to already. There was always a meeting waiting for her, the voice in her mind whispered, unless... The Goddess had chosen her and would set her free.

That was the gift of the Goddess: happiness and freedom, freedom from the crushing grind of responsibility and drudgery. All she requested in return was - Caroline herself.

Caroline trembled as she lay still, legs spread wide, her pussy drooling on the desk below her. She was balancing on the edge. Pull back, step back, recover herself, remain free. Free to go to many more meetings, she thought. There was a bitter edge to it.

Or - she could drop. Fall, and lose herself to the Goddess. Lose herself, her mind, her will, her freedom, and become a happy, vacant, drooling - slave. The heat surged, between her legs. Freedom or slavery, she thought wildly. Freedom of slavery, her pussy sent back, flaring with desire.

The Goddess reached out to touch her cheek, caressing it gently, and slowly caressed her throat, her breasts, her belly, the hand skirting past Caroline's burning, aching pussy to slide across her thigh.

Caroline blinked, and blinked again, to clear away the tears. Tears of joy, welling up as she sank, sank deeper into the hentai scene. The Goddess' Chosen Sweeties always cried with joy as she took them.

The Goddess... Caroline made a last effort to see the woman, to see Linda, but her mind was too deeply ensnared by her own fantasy. She could only see the Goddess. She sighed softly as she realized she was lost, and stared at her Goddess, in awe and surrender.

"I'm yours," she said huskily. "I'm yours, Goddess."

"Yes you are, sweetie," the Goddess giggled. She leaned closer, and kissed Caroline on the mouth. Caroline's eyes widened, and then she opened her mouth and kissed her Goddess back enthusiastically.

"Oh sweetie, I want you for mine," the Goddess said, breaking the kiss. Caroline moaned and whined, her pussy slick and hot, aching to be touched. This was the key phrase. This was when the Goddess raised her wand, yes, like that, and then lowered it between her new slave-lover's legs, aiming the Lightning Crown right at the waiting woman's pussy. And then...

"I take you!" the Goddess said. "Zap!" The wand flashed, and Caroline felt the crown touch her, pricking her wet folds... and the orgasm zapped her. It shot out from her pussy like lightning crackling from the sky, it rolled like thunder through her body and mind.

The wand flashed and flashed, and Caroline stared up at her Goddess as her body shook and bucked under the pleasure. It built and built, and she knew it was overwhelming her mind, unraveling it into blissful, blank emptiness. She met her Goddess' eyes and felt her own grin stretch and twist to match the delirious, demented grin of the Goddess.

The Goddess held Caroline's gaze firmly, her face lit from below by the brilliant flashes of the wand, while Caroline began to fade out as the pussy lightning consumed her mind.

She opened her eyes, and found herself in an unfamiliar room. It looked rather fancy, she thought, with a thick carpet covering the floor, dark wood paneling and a thick wooden door. She herself was sitting on a large wooden desk, that someone had polished to a lustrous sheen.

She was naked, and she was sitting primly with her legs crossed and her hands on her knees. She was waiting, although she wasn't sure for what. She kept her gaze on the door across the room.

A woman came from behind her instead, behind the desk. She didn't move her head, but followed the woman with her gaze. The woman was beautiful, and radiated power with every step. Just seeing the woman made her happy, sending happy butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and she resisted a sudden urge to spread her legs.

"So," the woman said, stopping in front of her, hands on hips. The woman was wearing black trousers and an expensive-looking green silk blouse, setting off blue eyes and blonde hair beautifully.

"Get down," the woman said. "Stand here."

She obeyed, sliding off the desk and standing before the woman. She thrust her chest out. She hoped the woman liked her breasts.

"So pretty!" the woman said, so it seemed she did. The woman walked up close and she felt the woman's hand slide in between her naked legs. She gasped as the woman's finger parted her pussy lips and ran slowly up and down the slit. She hadn't realized she was so wet. The woman leaned in and kissed her, full on the mouth, and she kissed back, surprised but happy. Oh, she liked kissing...

The woman broke the kiss, but kept teasing her pussy. She looked into the woman's blue eyes.

"So pretty," the woman repeated. "Do you know who I am?"

"N-no," she gasped. Her body was beginning to move on its own, to meet the deliciously teasing finger.

"Good." The woman leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. "Do you know who the Goddess Astrape is?"

"G-goddess... no, no..." She was trying to ride the woman's finger now.

The woman grinned. "Do you know who you are?"

"N-noooo," she moaned as the woman flicked at her clit.

"Good," the woman said and kissed her again.

"Very good." The woman took a step back and removed the hand from her pussy. She missed it already. The woman put her hands on her hips and looked stern. Or tried to - her eyes looked like she was close to laughing out loud.

"I'll tell you," the woman said. "Your name is Caroline. Understood?"

"Yes," Caroline said. She hadn't realized she didn't have a name, but she was happy to have one now.

"You don't need to know my name, not now. What you need to know is that I am your Mistress, and that's what you'll call me." Something clicked in Caroline's head, and her body stiffened and straightened on its own, coming to attention. She met Mistress' gaze square on.

"Good. You know what that means. Tell me."

"Yes, Mistress," Caroline said. "You are my Mistress. I am your slave. You own me. I am your property. I obey you. It is my duty and my pleasure to obey you." The words came effortlessly, flowing into her mind from somewhere and out her mouth. She knew them to be true as she spoke them. They made her happy.

"Very good," Mistress said, and then she did laugh. She shook her head in wonder. "So easy... Self-control, indeed." She snorted. "Such a good slave, though. Very good slave!" Mistress ran her hand across Caroline's chest, across and under her breasts.

Caroline suppressed a shudder of pleasure. Pleasure - obedience is pleasure, her mind recited, obedience is pleasure, Mistress is pleasure, I live to serve and please Mistress.

"What else do you know?" Mistress walked slowly around Caroline, her hand trailing over her body. Over Mistress' slave's body, Caroline thought happily. Mistress owns me. She searched her mind for knowledge, but came up nearly blank. "I know... nothing," she said. She knew the things they'd just talked about but - that was all.

"Oh!" Caroline drew in her breath sharply as Mistress leaned in behind her and gently nibbled at her ear. Mistress had her hands on Caroline's ass, gently parting her ass cheeks and tickling in the top of the cleft between them.

"Very good, slave." Mistress' voice purred in her ear. Caroline's eyes fluttered. She was getting so turned on she could barely stand.

"I won't tell you much," Mistress said as she walked back around. Caroline straightened up and looked at her Mistress, a big smile on her face. Mistress reached out and gently wiped something off her chin. She was drooling slightly, Caroline realized. Mistress giggled.

"Vacant and drooling," she said, a look of wonder on her face. "Here's what you need to know. I am your Mistress. I have taken your mind." Caroline nodded. "You used to be an executive in a company, the chief executive officer, even. Does that mean anything to you?" Mistress cocked her head.

"No, Mistress," Caroline replied, truthfully. It was just words.

"Good. It doesn't matter to you anymore anyway. I have... locked away almost everything you knew or was. I will connect it back into your mind as needed. You will be like you are now, vacant and drooling, happy, horny and obedient. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress!" Caroline gushed. It sounded like a wonderful life!

"You are a mind-blanked slave. Your role in life is to please and obey me. I will use you for various missions, and when I do I will let your mind access your old memories as needed. You will not remember them though. You don't need to remember anything, or know anything."

"Yes Mistress. I will please and obey you and execute your missions. I am your chief executive officer."

"Hm." Mistress gave Caroline a funny look. "That's not what I..."

Caroline squirmed, afraid that she'd displeased Mistress somehow. But Mistress smiled and nodded.

"Right," she said. "You're not dumb even though you've been blanked out. I need to remember that."

"Yes Mistress, I can remind you." Mistress barked a laugh, then looked thoughtful.

"Maybe you can," she said. She glanced at her watch. "Our time is almost up here. We will continue tonight, at... your home, I think. But first - slave!"

"Yes Mistress!" Caroline snapped to attention.

"Good!" Mistress' smile in return made Caroline's pussy tingle. "I will send you out on your first mission now, slave. I need to prepare you for that. Look here."

Mistress held up a funny-looking object, a long staff or wand, with a figure of a naked woman on top. Caroline's mouth fell open as she leaned towards it. It was incredibly fascinating.

"Good slave," Mistress said, sounding satisfied. "Look at the woman."

Caroline did. The woman suddenly flashed white. Caroline fell into darkness.

"See you next week," the woman from the plant maintenance service said, and closed the door behind her. Caroline frowned at the closed door. There was something familiar about that woman...

It didn't matter, she decided, and let the woman drop from her mind. She had a mission to complete. It hovered in her mind, demanding and insistent. And secret. She didn't know what the end goal was, she just knew she had her mission, and right now it required her to be the CEO of Agora Corporation.

She didn't need to know any more. She was just an agent. She would perform her mission.

Her phone chimed. Time to go to a meeting. She collected her things and left her office, striding purposefully down the corridor. The mission gripped her mind, steering her as if she was a robot.

She hoped she would be allowed to relax soon. She was a good agent, she knew, and she loved being one, but it took so much effort. Her mind yearned to just... go limp. Blank. Vacant. Happy.

Not yet.

Agent Caroline walked into the meeting room and smiled at the men inside. They meant nothing to her, but she would carry out her mission. She always did. She was a good agent.