Alarms blare. The air seems to shimmer and pulse as they hammer into my head, shattering thought, destroying focus. I can’t bring my abilities to bear at all. I’m utterly helpless, and completely doomed.

At least, that is, until, a few seconds later, everything goes quiet.

"Got it, Goddess!" Stephanie announced over our comms.

Rising from the floor, I flood all my panic over the last few minutes into Shadeling, plus as much extra as I can muster, hoping to push him into passing out or at least a panic attack, so I can focus on Shadette. "Good work!" I say to Steph. "Remind me to reward you when we get home!"

Shadeling struggles in his bonds, his mind going haywire, and indeed, overwhelmed, he passes out.

Satisfied, I turn to Shadette. "Now, you look fun to play with," I say, my confidence starting to return. I begin to push hesitation and admiration both, hoping to slow her down against Delia.

Shadette tries her best to push me out of her mind and focus on her sparring, but as she does, she loses her footing. I jump at the chance, pushing disorientation and confusion as she missteps. Feelings aligned with what someone’s already experiencing should be harder to push aside, and could give me a beachhead to go further. Just to be safe, I step back a little, however. My hand to hand skills are minimal. Although, with Cat Lady on side, maybe I could do something about that.

Seizing her chance, Delia pins Shadette down, straddling her so she can't move.

"Good job, Delia,” I tell her. “You'll be rewarded too."

I kneel down next to Shadette’s head. "There now, that's better..." I try to tamp down her fear, which she’s likely already trying to do as well, while also raising her helplessness and confusion. "Poor pinned little girl... Don't worry, your goddess is here to keep you safe..."

She whimpers, looking up at me, doing her best to resist my influence. "Shadeling... h-help!"

"He's out cold, sweet, pretty girl," I say. I give her a little trill of pleasure when I call her pretty. "I'm the only one to concern yourself with." I have her attention, so I play on that, pushing feelings of interest in me, curiosity, fascination even, all the while slowly helping her calm her fear—and then calm a little further, relax a little more...

Beneath her mask, her big blue eyes grow wide, unable to tear her gaze away from me. Her mind swims with confusion, fear, fascination and—something else, dampening between her thighs.

I smile as I watch her mood shift. "That's it, sweet, pretty girl..." I wasn’t expecting arousal already, but I’m not complaining. Something in her likes this.

I stroke her cheek gently, amplifying pleasure and arousal, enhancing confusion and fascination while suppressing fear. My crown glimmers and sparkles in reaction to my power, as it is designed to do, to create the illusion that it is a tool rather than mere decoration. "You're not in any danger... No one here has any wish to harm you..."

She swallows, hard, eyes wider, jaw beginning to then drop. She can viscerally feel herself slipping away, sinking into a melty, toasty, warming pleasure. She whimpers, teetering on the edge of surrender.

"That's right," I murmur quietly, leaning in close and continuing my soft, gentle stroking of her face. "You're a good girl, and you're being so good right now." I give her little glimmers of pleasure and arousal at the praise, and continue enhancing fascination and relaxation. "You're safe and sound... You can just let go and feel good..." I keep dampening fear and add a bit of tiredness to the mix. "Fighting is so hard, and you don't even know why you did when you're so safe..." I add a bit more confusion as well.

"N-no...." she whines, but it's difficult even for her to tell whether she’s protesting, or agreeing with me. "The.... the cave..."

"Shhshhshh..." I say gently, stroking her hair and continuing to push pleasure, arousal, and relaxation. "The cave is safe, the safest place you know... That's exactly why you can relax now and just let the pleasure take you..." I suppress the fear and anxiety still more, increase confusion and tiredness.

I'm nodding, I'm sleepy, I'm relaxed, I'm safe, I'm safe, I'm... Her eyes flutter shut, and she slumps forward, assured she’s safe.

"That's a good girl..." I give her a pulse of stronger pleasure at the praise. "Just relax and listen... you're feeling so good right now, aren't you?"

"Mmmmhmmmm...." she nods, slowly, in a dream-like state. A smile plays at the corner of her lips, her thighs slipping together to spread the dampness that is growing there.

"That's right... So relaxed, so aroused, so good..." More pleasure and arousal, but now a new element: trust. "You're safe here with me, just relaxing and listening to my words."

My voice feels so soothing, so caring to her. She could listen to it all day, dozing safely in my embrace. She knows I’ll look after her . I’ll care for her. I’ll love her.

"So simple to just listen to what I say..." I push the confusion away and replace it with trust and pleasure. "Feels so good to relax, to listen... to obey." I begin to add submission into the mix as well.

Her eyes still closed, she find the fuzziness in her head dissolving, replaced by a growing certainty. And more than that, she yearns to be owned. To be the pet of a glorious, supreme lover. Her nipples are firm beneath my suit. She needs a leash, a collar, a command.

And I didn’t put any of that there. These are desires she has long held, buried deep, surging up to shatter her trained defenses from below before they can block my attack. She defeated herself almost before our battle began.

Grinning in triumph, I run my hands over her body, unable to touch her directly through her suit but nonetheless letting pleasure blossom everywhere my fingers pass, along with submissive desire. "You need to be controlled... you need a Goddess to obey, don't you, sweet girl?"

"Yessssss! Pleeeeeeeasssse!"

I suppress a maniacal laugh, letting it out instead as a gentle, understanding chuckle. "I could be your Goddess. I could give you orders to obey, and so, so much pleasure... would you like that?" I flood her with still more pleasure and yearning.

Her eyes snap open. "Yes!" She yelps—she’s never been more certain of anything in her life, and that’s only partially due to me.

"Then gaze upon your Goddess, slave, and declare your eternal devotion, obedience, and love..."

Everything I am fills her field of view, her mind, her thoughts. She is nothing compared to me, simply a lost little orphan girl inches away from her saviour, her love, her Goddess. "I... I love you, Goddess. I will obey you forever..."

Rising to my full height, I fill her with pleasure, submission, and a new addition to the mix: love. "Let her up, Delia."

Instantly, she releases her grip. I look down at Shadette. "Kneel, slave."

Briefly, she rises, and then quickly fall back to her knees, voluntarily offering herself to me. She looks up, gazing upon her Goddess in awe.

Taking her chin in my hand, I tilt her face up as I look down at her. I accompany my touch with pleasure and arousal, but I also add a feeling of contentment or rightness: this is where she belongs. "You are mine, now, aren't you? You will love and worship me, obey my every command, serve my every wish, answer to no authority above my will?"

"Yes, Goddess, I am yours," she replies, with absolute, cast-iron certainty. "I will love, worship, obey, serve and answer to no-one other than you."

"Even your body obeys me. Behold: cum now!" I flood her with orgasmic bliss and release.

"Aaahhh!" Her legs turn to jelly, splaying out from under her, and she can't control myself, cumming harder than she can ever remember doing before.

"Such a good, obedient girl!" I give her another orgasm from my praise.

Helpless and frankly unwilling to stop me, she squirms on the ground, the pleasure hitting her in waves as she buckles and screams in joy, "Yours!"

"Good girl. One final proof—and one of many future opportunities for reward—is required. Remove your mask and tell me your name."

Shaking, she raises her hand to her face, and slowly peels off the mask. "My name is… Barbara Norman..." She throws the mask to the floor, blonde hair spilling out to frame a surprisingly cute face.

Another orgasm, even stronger than before, floods through her. I follow it up with equally intense waves of first submission, then love.

She smiles, deliriously, as another orgasm shakes her to the very core. Her eyes drink in the sight of me—her love, her Goddess.

I stand over her, proud, commanding, magnificent, and reach down to gently stroke her cheek, giving her little aftershocks of pleasure, love, obedience. "Barbara," I repeat. "My sweet slave. Take us to the Shade Cave now." I turn to Delia. "Keep the boy bound and unconscious. Do not turn your back, and alert me if he shows even a hint of trying to escape. Jasper, you're with me and Babs."

Delia nods, focusing her attention on Shadeling entirely.

"Yes, Goddess!" Jasper declares, proudly.

Slowly, Shadette gets to her feet. "Yes, Goddess. The Shade Cave is this way. Follow me." She starts to walk down one branch of the caverns, fully and intensely motivated to give me everything I want, because it is good and correct and right to do so.

I smirk. "Excellent." I follow Barbara, unsure what material she's clad in—too flexible to be leather, too tough to be anything I know of that flexible—but admiring how her ass looks in it nonetheless.

We walk deeper in to the cave network, and after a short while, arrive at a large boulder. Without a second thought, Shadette moves to the left and deactivates theremaining security systems. The boulder moves, slowly, to the side. "Here we are, my Queen."

"Good girl." I walk into the Shade Cave and look around, whistling. "OK. Babs, log us into that computer." Immediately, she moves over to the main console, her fingers flying over the keyboard to comply.

I tap my earpiece. "Wrench, once we're into the computer, I assume physical access and a login is enough for you to guide Jasper in installing and hiding a backdoor for us?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Excellent. That's all we're really here for today, so you and Jasper get going on that." I turn to Babs and beckon her toward me. "And while they're busy with that, you and I can get to know each other." I take a seat somewhere a little ways away from the computer. "Strip for me," I order Shadette.

She follows me, and stands before me. She begins to remove her costume, revealing that underneath, she’s only wearing a sheer slip garment that does nothing to hide her tight, compactly muscular body, a delicious contrast to her softly sweet, girl-next-door face.

My smile is predatory, my eyes sizzling. "Oh, I see you dressed to please me even before you knew your destiny to be mine." I flood her with submissive pleasure at that thought, even as I pull her into my lap.

Her eyelids flutter in pleasure. "Mmmmm, yessss..." She slides into my lap, the slip giving way easily as I feel her.

I shouldn't need much use of my powers from here; she seems thoroughly besotten. Instead I focus on exploring her body, stroking her back with one hand while I trace teasing patterns up her inner thigh with the other. I dance my fingers higher on her thigh as I bend to kiss down her cleavage. "Have you fantasized about this, Shadette?" I murmur, throaty and low. "To be captured, claimed, and fucked by a supervillain in the Shade Cave?"

In her wildest, most forbidden fantasies, she has to admit, the answer is: "Yesssss..." she moans.

"Such a bad girl!" I reply, mock-seriously. Then I return to that low, throaty murmur. "A perfect candidate for my Birds of Praise..." I bite her neck as my fingers find her pussy, teasing the folds gently but inexorably apart.

"Aaaahh!" Being one of my prized songbirds sounds like heaven to her, now.

"You are going to be part of our new undercover unit..." I explain. "My agent within the Shade Family." I continue teasing her with one hand. With the other, I pull her slip down at the bust to expose her breasts completely, and begin stroking and squeezing them.

She squeals in delight as I caress her breast. "Yesss, Goddess!" Already, her vision floods with images of subtly sabotaging and betraying Nightshade and his attempts to help the people of Chelmerton.

I suckle at her tit, slipping my fingers deeper into her. "I imagine, working for someone as paranoid as they say the Shade is, you have been trained to resist mind-reading?" Though clearly not thoroughly enough in resisting mind control, I think, allowing myself an evil little chuckle as a sort of safety valve on the maniacal laugh that wants to come out.

"Y-yess..." She shudders, reeling from the endless assault of pleasure.

"Good. You must ensure there is no suspicion that you are mine. Now... on your knees."

She slides off my lap and onto her knees, once more. It feels right to be in this position around my Goddess.

I stand and strip off my pants, revealing my long, smooth, slender legs. I sit again, my erect cock pointed at her face, enjoying the Shade Cave fantasy quite a bit myself. "Pleasure me, my sweet plaything," I command. "Worship your Goddess."

She doesn’t need a second invitation, eagerly lapping at my shaft without hesitation, before taking it into her mouth.

"Mmm..." My eyes flutter shut and my hips shift forward slightly as her warm, velvety mouth engulfs me. I begin feeding my own pleasure and arousal back into her, adding it to the submission and desire I assume she already feels from serving her Goddess. In response, she redoubles her efforts, dedicating her entire being to worshipping my girlcock.

Feeling myself getting close, I grab her shoulders and pull her to her feet. Then I pull her back into my lap and onto my rock-hard cock, thrusting up into her pussy as I flood her with every bit of my desire and pleasure on top of her own.

She’s already almost broken by this point, so pushing her over the edge barely takes any effort on my part. She bounces up and down, merrily, eagerly, on my cock. Hand tightening on her hips as she rides me, I fill her pussy with my sticky white cum, and as I do, I trigger her orgasm while adding my own on top of it in her mind and body.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhh!" Her screams fill the Shade Cave, echoing all around.

Meanwhile, still at dinner with Dwayne Roberts, Kylie—Cat Lady—raises an eyebrow as a look of concern flashes over his face. "Everything OK?" she asks him. But he dismisses it as nothing. Unfortunately, I have no idea about that until much later.

Back in the Shade Cave, as my breathing returns to normal, I let Barbara slide gently to the floor. "How's it going, girls?" I ask Jasper and (via earpiece) Wrench.

"A-OK from here, Goddess!” Stephanie answers. “The backdoor is almost fully installed."

"Good work," I reply, pulling my pants back on. "How about you, Delia? Shadeling still down?"

"Oh yes, completely out for the count!"

"Wonderful! Jay and Wrench, once the backdoor is installed, your job is to cover up our break-in. Try to remove any trace—don't just erase security logs if it would cause a gap in the records, put something uninteresting in that gap! This is the Shade we're dealing with, it needs to be flawless. I don't want a hint that the Shade Cave was even entered." I turn to Babs on the floor. "Shadette, once we're gone, you take Shadeling somewhere safe to wake up. Your cover story is that you fought us off but didn't pursue because you needed to get him to safety. If it helps, you can put a tracker on me, just tell me how to get rid of it."

She nods. "As you command, my Goddess."

"In fact,” I say, thinking fast, “do plant a tracer on me. That'll be your cover story: I tried to mind-control you while you fought my minions, but you knocked my crown off and we fled. You planted a tracer on me as we did, and then turned back to make sure Shadeling wasn't about to die."

"Of course, Goddess!" It takes her a few moments to scurry away and find a tracker, in amongst the various gadgets and devices on offer in the Batcave.

While we're here, I take a look at the gadgets for anything particularly fun: something useful for heists or catching-and-restraining heroes. I can always have Shadette say she borrowed it for something and broke or lost it. And of course with the backdoor, I plan to download everything the Shade knows about other heroes and villains on the way home.

Meanwhile, Jasper make the necessary preparations for us to escape without detection. "OK, everything is set. Let's go?"

I grab a promising gadget and then head out with the others. Once all of us (Shadette included) are back out by Delia and Shadeling, I let Shadette put the tracker on me, and then the rest of us make our escape while she unties Shadeling.

We’ve done it. We’ve successfully robbed the biggest so-called hero—and the wealthiest man—in Chelmerton! Not of money, no, but two things that in the long run will be far more valuable: everything he knows, and the loyalty of his sidekick.

And all with him none the wiser. Or at least, so I thought at the time…