A few days later, I take Delia and about $400K to the bar for the next stage in my plan. I know that's a little on the low side for buying a bar, but I figure the place is always empty, so it can't possibly be doing that well.

When we arrive, the bartender is behind the bar, busying herself cleaning glasses and organizing bottles. I haven’t been paying much attention to her so far, but today she’s integral to my plans, so as I approach the bar I study her. She’s a petite brown-eyed brunette, quite pretty, with her long hair pulled back in a ponytail and wearing a white tanktop and jeans.

I seat myself at the bar and smile at her. "How are you doing today?" I ask. I project calm, friendliness, a touch of curiosity.

"Eh, could be better, but that's life, y'know? What can I getcha?" I see her giving met the once-over, and I maintain eye contact and my smile.

"Ah, sorry to hear that." I reply. " I'm feeling brunchy today, how about a Bloody Mary?" As she makes it, I continue pushing friendliness and curiosity while quashing fear, anxiety, hesitation. "So, what seems to be the matter?"

She gives a wry laugh, and smiles as she passes the drink over. "Oh, student loans piling up, living in a dead-end part of town, the constant news reports of goddamn super-villains on the loose, take your pick."

"Oh, is there new supervillain news?" I take a sip. "Delicious, thank you." I accompany the praise with a flush of pleasure and just a touch of attraction.

She leans forward over the bar ever so slightly, giving me a lovely view of her cleavage. "Yeah, a jewelry store got robbed the other night. The gossip on the street is that the detective investigating the break-in got nabbed by the bad guy and ended up going head over heels in lust for them..."

I suppress a smirk. "My, that is worrying." I increase her attraction and begin to add trust. "So, student loans? You’re what, mid-20s? A little old to still be in school, no?”

“Grad school,” she replies. “A lot pricier than undergrad, unfortunately.”

“Ah,” I reply. “Well... I might just have a way to help you with that."

"Oh? Tell me more..." She leans over ever so slightly more, giving me an even better view down her top. I’m starting to get more sense

"Jenna Miller,” I introduce myself. “I don't know if you've noticed, but I've actually been in this bar a fair bit recently. And I have to say, you've impressed me." More pleasure, attraction, arousal. "I've been looking for a fixer-upper project to invest in, and I think this is it. I want to underwrite you to buy this place." This time I suppress any doubt or fear, and push delight.

Her eyes widen in shock. I can feel her growing attraction to me and desire for what I offer warring with her confusion, hesitation, disbelief. "K-Kiera,” she stammers. “Kiera Watson. I mean, what can I say? As pick up lines go, that's certainly the best offer I've heard all week."

I arch an eyebrow. "I hadn't even considered picking you up as an option," I say innocently, then lean forward. "It is a rather attractive one, though." I gesture to Delia to lay the briefcase full of money on the bar and pop it open. "This is yours," I say. "Deposit it, then talk to your boss about buying this place, and then—well, then we can talk about whether our relationship will be strictly business or... not." My voice on the last drops low and husky, almost a growl, and I spike Kiera’s arousal, attraction, excitement.

Her body almost convulses with orgasmic pleasure as I drop the end of that sentence. "Yeah..." she breathes, her eyelids fluttering.

"Good girl," I purr, with another spike of pleasure and attraction for her, as well as an initial hint of submission. "Hurry back!"

Her hand lingers on mine as she takes the briefcase, and she nods, biting her lower lip in anticipation of just what I might have in store for her. Then she rushes off to do my bidding. While she’s gone, I have Delia hang a "Closed for Renovations, Under New Management" sign.

It takes an hour or two, but she eventually returns, excitedly. "He, um, he said yes! Truth be told, I reckon he wanted to get out of dodge, fast, so an offer like that—anyway, the place is ours, now!"

"Very well done," I reply, rewarding her with more pleasure, arousal, and submission. "So let's talk about the terms of our relationship." Taking her hand, I pull her close to me.

She offers not even a hint of a fight—to her, I now represent excitement, a thrill, a new lease of life, a rebirth. "Oh yes? I don’t know anything about you but your name, Jenna…"

I pull her close, kissing her hard and deep, pushing thrills of pleasure through her. "Jenny to my friends, and I do hope we'll be friends, Kiera... My supervillain name, however, is Psyqueen." I suppress fear and anger, maintaining her levels of desire and trust.

For a brief moment, her panic flares up before I smooth it back out. "Oh no..." she whimpers, realizing how easily she’s been manipulated into acting as my proxy.

"That's right," I say, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, then stroking down her cheek to take her chin and tilt her face up to look in my eyes. "You're going to run this bar as my puppet," I explain. "You'll launder money for us, and maintain this as a safe space for us to meet. You'll be so valuable and helpful to me!" I increase her pleasure and submission even more. "You'll be another one of my happy, loving slaves, just like Delia here, isn't that right Delia?"

"Mmm, another happy loving sister slave. Join the club, my dear," Delia says, her voice dripping with the sweetest poison. I reward her with a pulse of pleasure, once again reinforcing her submission to me. Then I push desire and a little envy of Delia into Kiera.

She nods, accepting it all, realizing now that not only does she not have a choice, she doesn’t want a way out of this. What she wants, now, is to be fucked, hard.

"Now, my little fuckpuppet,” I say. “Show me what I've claimed..." I release her to strip for me, still increasing her arousal and submission.

"With pleasure, Mistress," she purrs. She undresses with relish, knowing I tricked her, but helpless not to love how evil it is.

"Very good girl." I smirk, spiking her arousal and pleasure with every piece of clothing she takes off, playing with seeing how high her arousal can go before she breaks. Meanwhile, I gesture at Delia to undo my slacks and fish out my cock.

Once nude, Kiera gets up onto the bar, lying across it naked, spreading her legs, teasing her own tits while fixing me with a lust-hungry stare, biting her lip. Meanwhile, Delia obeys my gestured command, giving my cock a quick, loving stroke as she releases it.

"Beg for me to take you, slave," I order Kiera, my voice husky and low.

"Please, Mistress. You've already conquered my mind... conquer my cunt, and claim your slave!" she cries ecstatically, squirming on the bar counter.

"Gladly." I climb onto the bar above her, stroking her petite young body teasingly, amplifying the pleasure and arousal as I go. Her head is spinning. I cannot read her thoughts but I can feel the shape of the feelings behind them: She thought her life was stuck in a dead-end rut. But now? Now, pleasure is all she need, her eternal servitude all she knows.

"That's right, my little fuckpet," I purr in her ear. "Welcome to your new purpose in life. Serving me, pleasing me... you'll run my bar for me, and keep it as a safe place for me and my Birds of Praise. In return I will allow you to be the greatest thing you could ever be." I thrust deep into her, cranking her pleasure and submission still higher. "My sexual plaything!"

"Yes! YES! YESSSSSS!" Her mind is filled with the white heat of passion, her old life burning in its fire. In this moment, she lives only to please me.

I gift her with orgasmic pleasure on every thrust, my hands and mouth roaming over your body, claiming her utterly as I fuck her into oblivion. At last, I cum, and as I do I give her the greatest orgasm of all, all my own pleasure on top of everything I was already giving her.

When I’m done and her overwhelming orgasms is simmering down into trembling aftershocks, I slip down to stand on the floor. "Delia, clean me off."

As Kiera lies back on the bar, sated, smiling and giggling to herself, Delia grins. “Gladly,” she says, then sets to work.

I reward her with a steady stream of pleasure, not so much she can't listen, but enoughto keep reinforcing her desire to obey. "Kiera's fucked too stupid to take direction right now. When her brain starts working again, I'll want you to give her my orders. Her main job is going to be laundering whatever money we bring in. Bars do a lot of relatively small cash purchases, so it should be a good fit for that. She's to maintain a back room for us to use as our hideout. Other than that, she can run the place as she sees fit." I pull out of Delia’s mouth, then tilt her chin up to look me in the eye. "Got all that?"

She smiles up at me, a knowing grin, as she licks my lips. "Uh huh!"

"Good girl." I cum right in her face, spattering across her forehead, cheeks, and chin, and reward her with an orgasm as I do.

Delia, too, giggles and falls back on her haunches. "Thanks, Psyqueen!"

I grin. "You're very welcome, my Bird of Praise."