The next morning, we begin to plan our next move. "Jasper,” I say, “I’ve heard rumors you bang the Wrench on and off.”

“Steph?” she asks. “Yeah, we used to date. We still hook up now and then.”

“Do you have a way to get ahold of her, arrange a meeting?” I ask. “I know you've got the mechanical skills down but we're going to need somebody who can do computers." That was my intent all along: the notoriously unhinged Jester’s Daughter for muscle, safecracker and ex-mechanic for the Nightshade family the Jay for lockbreaking and gadgetry, and up-and-coming whitehat hacker and security expert the Wrench for system breaking.

"I think I can arrange that, Mistress,” replies Jasper with a slinky smile. “Give me a few hours and she'll be yours..."

"Excellent." I give her a rush of pleasure at the praise—and Delia a touch of it as well. I want my girls to enjoy each other's enslavement, not develop envies and rivalries. The response is immediate: Jasper jumps up to find her phone, eager to please, and Delia snuggles up closely to me, humming in approval.

While I wait for Jasper to set up the meeting, I amuse myself teasing Delia, gradually raising her desire without letting her cum. By the time Jasper returns twenty minutes later, Delia’s a squirming, dripping mess, her submissive need for me even more strongly reinforced.

"It's arranged,” says Jasper as she sits on the edge of the bed. “We'll meet at the Fast Byte cafe, 3pm. I'm not sure how busy it will be there, though, so getting Steph alone might be a challenge."

"Thank you, Jasper," I say, flooding her with overwhelming pleasure and releasing the block on Delia cumming. As their moans echo in my little apartment, I get up to grab a breakfast bar from the cabinet and generally get my day going. Eventually the others join, and finally we're all ready to go meet with the Wrench, and head out.

We arrive at the café to find it crowded. Jasper nods to a woman at a PC in the corner. The Wrench is about the same age as the other two, maybe a couple years older. She’s tall, slender, and pale, with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. I can’t see much more from the entrance, but there is, fortunately, an open PC next to her.

I order a chai, and saunter over to sit at the computer next to her, my girls flanking me. "Hello, Stephanie," I say. "I've been hoping to meet you." I project calm and curiosity.

"I'm busy,” she replies. Up close, she’s pretty, with big blue eyes and delicate, almost doll-like features. “But you are...?"

"A friend of Jasper's," I say. "We need your help with a... sensitive matter."

She turns around at the mention of Jasper's name. Jasper gives her a smile and a little wave. “Hey hon…”

"Can we go somewhere quieter to talk?" I ask. "Too many eyes and ears." I layer in concern for Jasper and just a little trust for me.

"Can't you at least give me a clue?" the Wrench asks.

I lower my voice even more. "There are some seriously bad people involved. A slaver. I can't risk saying more in public." A little more concern, a little more trust.

Everyone knows the Wrench runs with Nightshade’s crowd, just like Jasper used to. Rumor is she’s the daughter of some old crime boss and got her start breaking his files to put him away for good. A good girl like her won’t be able to resist that bait.

Besides, it’s technically true. I’ve got no illusions about what I’m doing.

She looks at Delia, then at Jasper. I can see her trying to puzzle it out. "OK, just give me a second..." She finishes whatever she was doing at the PC, and then hits a few more keystrokes. I don’t know much about computers, but I have to assume she erasing her traces. "Right, let's go."

I give her the bar where I met up with Jasper the previous day, on the assumption it’s probably empty this time of day and the two of them have probably met up there before. Before we part I give her another push of concern and trust, hopefully enough to last until we get there in our separate cars.

Half an hour later, my girls and I arrive at the dive bar, once again empty except a bartender, who sits on her phone and ignores us. Shortly after, the Wrench arrives. She gives a worried glance to Jasper as she arrives at our booth in the back. "So, explain to me why on Earth I'm here?" she asks.

I again begin to feed her relaxation and curiosity, mingled with concern for Jasper. "Sit down," I invite. "Jasper and Delia are being targeted by a slaver," I explain. "Since the only real connection between them is that whole false murder accusation a few years back, it's possible you may be a target, too."

In the course of our play, my girls had filled me in on some of their history. I knew that Delia’s last name really was Doe, and her mother was a small-time thief and con artist who had told her that her father was committed to the infamous Miskatonic asylum, so she’d looked up arrest records and concluded she must be the Jester’s daughter. I knew Jasper Colomb’s last name too, that she was similarly the child of a small-time crook, but she’d run away as a teen and ended up expanding her lockpicking skills to all kinds of mechanical work with Nightshade’s team, even gotten halfway through an engineering degree. But she, her teammate and girlfriend Stephanie—the Wrench—and several other young “honorary Specials,” including Delia, were framed for a series of murders as part of an elaborate plan by Triple Threat to get at Nightshade, and went on the run together until they could clear their names. After that, however, Jasper lost whatever little trust she had in law and order, and she and Stephanie split.

Stephanie sits across from me. "I see,” she says. “And how has this 'slaver' targeted them?"

I increase her relaxation still more. "Delia, Jasper, tell the lady what happened to you." I watch as Stephanie sits back in the booth, relaxing into the warm padded back.

"The slaver interrupted my little stunt the other day...” says Delia. “Showed me how wrong I was... made me feel so much better..." She looks over at me, lust in her eyes.

Stephanie struggles to sit up, alarm and relaxation warring on her face. "Wait, what?"

Seeing the alarm, I smooth it out, relaxing her still further. "Just listen," I say softly.

"Then Delia told the slaver how to get to me,” Jasper murmurs. “I tried to resist, but obeying just felt soooooo good...."

I stand and move to Stephanie’s side of the booth as she struggles to overcome the relaxation I’m giving her and exit. I sit next to her, blocking her, then take her hand and pull her into my lap, still projecting soothing, relaxing feelings, but with a gradually growing droplet of attraction and arousal. "You're going to love being my property," I say softly, my tone reassuring but my words ominous.

She tries to pull away, floppily, but I easily stop her. She looks pleadingly to Jasper and Delia. "Nnno... th-this isn't...."

"Shhh," I say. "Relax and enjoy." I stroke my fingers down her cheek while I wrap my other arm around her waist, sending tingles of pleasure through her at my touch.

"Sslaver..." she whimpers, but the arousal and pleasure are doing their job, and a moment later a smile dances across her lips.

"That's right," I say. "Feeling so good..." A touch more pleasure at my words, and a good bit more arousal. "You want this." I kiss her softly, gradually deepening the kiss as I increase her arousal and pleasure. Helpless to resist, unable to even want to, she scrabbles at my chest, hungrily kissing me back.

I reward her with more pleasure. "Good girl," I say, and reward her with still more, but also increasing her arousal. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Pleeeeeease..." she whines.

"Then let's get out of here," I say. "Delia, Jasper, help me get her into the car." I reduce her relaxation enough so she can walk, but ratchet up her arousal to match, as well as introducing a new feeling: helplessness.

We walk her out past the uncaring and uninterested bartender—and just to be sure, I push more disinterest. I get into the backseat of Delia’s car with Stephanie and Jasper, and order Delia to take us back to my place.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out," I say, reducing Stephanie’s relaxation again, but maintaining and increasing the helpless lust. "By the time I'm done you'll be my loyal, devoted fuckpet, just like your girlfriend."

Stephanie looks over at Jasper, pleadingly. "She's so good to us, Steph,” Jasper tells her. “Being her fuckpet, her slave... it's magical."

I spike Stephanie’s arousal at the words "fuckpet" and "slave," and reward Jasper with pleasure and arousal. "Tell her how good it feels to betray her for me, how eager she'll be to do the same." I tease and stroke Stephanie's helpless body, increasing her arousal.

"Betrayal is bliss...” Jasper purrs. “It's like I've finally been shown the truth, the real world, and now all my friends need to be converted. If betraying them is what it takes, then that's good. My loyalty is only to Mistress now!" I grin at Jasper’s words. She’ll need lots of reinforcement before her attitude is permanent, but she’s coming along very nicely.

By this time I've dropped Stephanie’s relaxation down all the way, but I'm maintaining the helplessness, desire, pleasure. We soon arrive at my place, and I open the door, step out, then extend a hand to her. "Give in," I say. "Join your slavesisters in pleasure and obedience."

She gets out of the car, slightly shakily, and take my hand. "Yes, Mistress..." she says softly.

"Good girl." I reward her with pleasure, intense, almost overwhelming, then lead her upstairs to my bed.

"Strip," I order as I sit on it.

She begins to sway, removing her clothes slowly, teasingly, beginning to find her confidence in her new role.

I reward her with gradually increasing pleasure. "Good girl," I praise, striking her with still more as I strip as well. "Get on the bed," I command when we're both done.

She obeys, almost on autopilot, getting onto the bed and opening her legs.

"Good girl," I say again, rewarding her with more pleasure. I kneel between her spread legs and tease her naked breasts, giving her still more pleasure and desire. "Who am I?" I ask.

"Mistress!" she yelps.

I thrust into her, sending pleasure exploding through her. I haven't needed to touch her submission so far—it seems she may have had an untapped streak of it to begin with—but I do anyway. "What are you?" I demand.

"Slave!" she cries.

"What will you do for me?" I continue thrusting, wave after wave of pleasure pummeling her mind.

"Anything! Anything at alllll!"

I pick up speed, the waves of pleasure coming closer together. "Who will you betray for me?"

"Anyone! Please! Betrayal is bliss!"

I'm pounding her body and mind faster and faster, the pleasure ascending to unbearable heights. "How long will you serve?"

"Forever and ever and ever, just please.... FUCK ME!"

"Then cum, slave, and be reborn as part of my harem!" I cum, and as I do I fill her with every bit of the pleasure I'm feeling on top of her own—not just physical, but my satisfaction at claiming another slave as well, transformed into joy at becoming one.

"Ohhhhhhhh yessssssssssss!!!" The pleasure is overwhelming, and feels like being born again. Her mind feels clean now, renewed, clear. Purposeful. And I know that.

"Thank you!" she gasps, still shuddering in the aftershocks of pleasure.

"Mine now," I say, smirking. Then I invite the other two to join us. But my mind is whirling. I thought my powers were purely projective, with no sensory abilities, but in the last three days I’ve used them more intensively than in all the months of practice since they manifested combined. Could I be stretching them to the point of getting stronger? And if so… how strong could I get?