Once we're on the road back into Chelmerton, I toss the tracker onto a passing car. "Holy shit, team," I say. "We did it!"

"We did it!" Stephanie’s voice crackles over the radio.

"Let's head back to base, Birds of Praise." While we drive, I glance through the data we stole.

Looking over my shoulder, Jasper’s eyes widen. "Whoa. Looks like you hit the jackpot here! I had no idea Chelmerton was so—full to the brim with opportunities!"

"Honestly, neither did I," I admit. "Who even are half these people? Kite Girl? Doctor Mustard? Paisley Man?"

Delia can't help but burst out laughing. "Idiots, the lot of them. What they need is someone to worship, someone who can bring order to their petty schemes."

"That's right," I reply, letting her have a soft pulse of pleasure—not enough to disrupt her driving. "Good girl. You all did an excellent job tonight, there will definitely be rewards all around when we get back to the pub." She hums happily at my touch.

Meanwhile, Kylie is finishing her dinner date with Dwayne Roberts. I whisper to her through her hidden earpiece, "We're out. Shadette’s mine now. End the date whenever and however will make him least suspicious—if that means spending the night, that's fine."

Once Stephanie, Delia, Jasper, and I are back at the pub I gather them. "This was huge for us," I say. "The Shade's information network alone will make me the queen of Gotham in time, and open up so many opportunities to both grow the ranks of my worshippers and net us cash. Which is going to be our next step: a few days lying low and then another big heist. In the meantime, your rewards: all of you, cum for me!"

As they are coming down and Kiera starts passing around drinks, Kylie messages me. "I've got some intel from the Shade."

I write back immediately. "Ooh, spill!" I am possibly mildly tipsy by this point.

“Shade's working on a big score. He's gonna take down the Jester, once and for all. Which means...”

A slow smile spreads across my face. "Which means Columbina could be ours for the taking." It's hard to imagine a Chelmertonite who'd be more perfect cult-fodder than her, or who’d open more doors to the higher power tiers of Specials...

"Yes. But she's more than you've handled so far. So... think carefully about whether you want to tackle her so soon."

"Ah yes, that's right,” I reply. “You know her from your Chelmerton Furies days. Could we make use of that to lure her into a trap?"

"Possibly. I'll think of something."

"Good girl. I owe you an orgasm or three once you get here." I turn to Kiera. "Hop up on the bar and strip for us, baby. I want a show."

Grinning, she puts the final glass of beer that she was pouring down, and shuffles herself up onto the bar. Slowly, she begins to sway and gyrate her body, running her hands over her sides and her stomach, up towards her tits.

I sit back, grinning, and watch, tweaking her arousal and pleasure a little higher every time she moves in a way I particularly like or removes a piece of clothing. The pleasure arcs inside her the more she complies, and soon, she’s down to her underwear.

I beckon her into my lap. "Come serve your Queen, slave."

Slinking off the bar, she slides into your lap. I kiss her deeply, stroking my nails down your back, my hard cock pressing against her through both my leotard and her panties. "Sweet, helpless, innocent Kiera, corrupted by the wicked Psyqueen into a life of crime..." I push arousal into her at the words corrupted and crime.

She arches her back and thrusts back against me, just a little, at those words. "Mmmmmm, yessss..."

"Washing all my money clean through this bar, just like I'm washing your brain clean of independence, morality, anything that doesn't serve me..." I slide my fingers down her taut belly and into her panties, stroking and teasing but blocking her from reaching orgasm. She moans in pleasure as her mind fills with images of my supremacy, her synapses beginning to connect pleasure and crime together.

"My sweet, corruptible little puppet. Let me hear you beg for what you want, what you need..." I continue to stroke and tease while suppressing her orgasm and heightening her arousal and pleasure.

“Please, my Queen! I need your cock inside me, your control to be total! I don’t wanna think for myself any more!”

"Good girl!" I kiss her, hard and deep, claiming her mouth for my own. When we come up for air, I command, "Finish stripping for me, my pretty pleasure puppet." As she does, I remove my own leotard and panties, leaving myself nude, my hard cock sticking straight up.

Biting her lip and then grinning, she eagerly strips completely naked, standing before me with her arms at her sides. “I am your pretty pleasure puppet, my Goddess!”

Reaching out with both hands, I grab her hips and pull you forward sharply, forcing her to tumble into my lap. I pull her onto my cock, and whisper harshly in her ear, "Mine!"

“YOURS!” she yelps as she rolls her hips, riding me.

I pound up into her hard and fast, feeling her slick, hot pussy around my hard cock, using her like the sex toy she is. No consideration, no effort to add to the desire and pleasure I already flooded her brain with, just raw fucking and absolute dominance. At last, my grip on her hips tightens as I spray her insides with my sticky, thick cum, and then and only then do I release her orgasm.

Her eyes roll back as I cum inside her, followed by her own release. “Mmmm, thank you…” she purrs as she sinks into my chest, basking in the afterglow. She’s now my dedicated puppet even more than she was before.

I stroke her hair possessively. "Good girl... such a delightful toy I acquired." I look around at my assembled Birds of Praise. "All of you delight me with your service, sexual and otherwise. Play with yourselves while you imagine being used by me, the same way I just used Kiera." I amplify all their pleasure and arousal as they do, but otherwise spend the time cuddling with Kiera in my seat. I need a throne, I think. And a throne room to put it in. But that would probably require a lair that isn't this bar. Hmm...

We all relish the chance to release the adrenaline we worked up during tonight’s raid on the Shade Cave. After about an hour, and multiple orgasms each, we’re all piled in a big naked cuddle when Kylie arrives at the bar, looking amazing in her elegant little black dress, her long dark-brown hair done up in a twist.

I look up as she enters and smile. "Care to join us, Kylie?" I ask, my voice low and throaty. As she looks at us, I push little spikes and tingles of lust into her mind.

“Gladly…” She smiles, her fingers hooking under the straps of her dress almost as an automatic reflex, still walking towards us all.

"Good kitty." I give her a little burst of pleasure for her obedience, as she is still new to my control and I want to keep it fully cemented. "Have you learned anything about the Shade's plans?"

"Mmm, Dwayne was rather tight-lipped. But I did manage to pilfer this..." She hands me a keycard she plucked from her purse.

"Oh, interesting..." I reply. "Do you know what it unlocks?" I take her hand and pull her down into the pile. "Make her feel welcome, girls," I command.

"He said something about... Miskatonic?" Before she can continue, Stephanie and Kiera pull her towards them, and start kissing and licking her tits.

"Oh," I reply. "Oh wow. If I could insert myself there, I could make every powered villain in Chelmerton mine, one at a time, at my own pace..." I grab her chin and kiss her softly, deeply, stroking her body as I do. "You've done very well, kitten..."

"Thank you..."

I stroke her tits while I continue kissing her. I switch to squeezing them as I trail kisses up the line of her jaw. "I am very pleased with you, my helpless mindfucked kitten..." I punctuate each of the last three words with a burst of pleasure, arousal, and submission, then begin kissing and nibbling her neck.

"Anything for you..." she purrs. "But beware. Dwayne has got the Commissioner on his side. Security's gonna be tight in Chelmerton for the next few days, I reckon."

I give her another pulse of pleasure for her promise of submission. "I understand. We'll give it a few days to hopefully calm down, plus I have some ideas for a distraction..." I begin to claim her body, slowly and methodically, amplifying the pleasure and arousal of my every touch.

"Oh? Do tell..."

She’s still surprisingly focused given what I’m doing to her body and mind. I’ll have to do something about that. I reach for my pussycat's pussy, sliding a finger up into her slowly, teasingly. "Oh yes," I murmur. "My girls are going to stage a little breakout, and in the chaos I'll slip quietly in... There's some additional details to work out, of course."

"Mm, how delicious...."

I continue teasing her, ratcheting your desire and submission higher. "Is there anything else you want to tell me, kitty? Anything you want—or need?"

"I want whatever—ahh!—you want me to want. You want me to steal something, I will...."

Kiera’s eyes light up at that. "Oooh yes! Be gay, do crimes, right?" She giggles.

I laugh. "Exactly, Kiera! And that's a very good kitty..." I give them both pulses of pleasure at my praise. "Well, girls? How do you think I should reward my good, obedient kitty?"

"Make her cum, Mistress!" Jasper replies.

"Hmm, what do you think, kitty?" I continue to stroke her, increasing her desire and submission. "I can make you cum now, and then we call it a night. Or I can fuck you, but you don't get to cum until I do."

"Goddess, I'm famished,” Kylie replies, and it’s clear she’s not talking about food. “Dwayne can be so boring..."

I smirk. "Correct answer. So, you get to cum a lot." I replace my finger with my cock, and immediately trigger an orgasm. Then I pull partway out and thrust again, triggering another. And with the next thrust, another. And another, and another, as I pound her faster and faster, ringing more pleasure out of her than she ever dreamed possible. And then, as I cum, I flood all my girls present, her included, with a massive orgasm that goes on and on until they are on the verge of passing out. Then, sated, I collapse back into the pile, my powers and body exhausted.