Gold.

One of the most precious metals, gold is also well known for it's low resistance, making it highly conductive. 

As I stare slack-jawed and absent minded into Goddess Nova's shining gold eyes, wave after wave of submissive thoughts flooding over my own, I begin to take on these traits myself.

Low resistance, highly conductive. Unable to resist the stare of submission as it arcs through my body and mind in tandem, feeling like a perfect conduit for the pangs of obedience jolting through me like a grounding electrical discharge. I feel oh so heavy, my body sagging and my eyelids fighting to stay open to receive more and more of Nova's gracious golden glow. My body is almost too heavy to stand, face too heavy to emote, mind too heavy to think...

I feel as heavy as gold. 

"Quite a lot of work to do, it would seem. She's more suggestible than your average crook." Nova chews her lip impatiently and looks off to the side, towards her colleagues. My head bobs forward and I suddenly feel awash with dizziness, like I had just been mentally tripped over and left to the curb. Blinking more than usual as though attempting to clean the temptuous flecks of gold from the corners of my vision, I eventually come to my senses enough to pick up my jaw and realise I had been given a first hand experience of Nova's famous stare. My eyes almost stung from the intensity of it and my lack of blinking, or rather my total disregard for anything that could distract from the overpowering captivity her golden eyes held over mine. That sway she earnt so frivolously over my entire being makes it more apparent than ever just how small and insignificant I truly am. She made me feel like nothing, reduced to mere atoms beneath her, she who grew larger than the sun in the empty reflection of my eyes. 

"I... could I take a-" 

Before I can finish my sentence, Nova whips her head back to replace my world with gold yet again. This time it hits even more suddenly, causing me to let out a small gasp in place of the forgotten question I had initially ventured to ask. She speaks no words, letting her eyes do all the talking yet again while closing the distance between us. The closer she becomes the more intense that golden glow, my surroundings soon forgotten in place of an introspective void in which I equate myself to valuable metals once more. I find a strange comfort in this self-objectification I helplessly undergo in the merciless assault on my identity flows ceaselessly from her glittering gaze. My lips curl into a ditzy smile, in fact, when I realise just how much less worthless for Goddess I'd be as a lump of gold than my usual scrappy self. 

"Now, Orchard. You're going to be very useful for me and do everything I tell you to, as well as tell me everything I'd like to know. Isn't that right, hon?" Nova places a hand on her hip and reaches out to softly rub my forearm, grounding me some as it pulls me back into the room. I nod my head along with her words, following along simply seeming like the appropriate thing to do as an extension of Goddess Nova's will. The woman gives me another warm smile, far too efficient to be considered sincere. "Good girl." She gestures to the side table to the left of us, extending a gloved hand. "Fetch me your phone... and unlock it for me too, would you?" 

Another slow nod is all I give, almost as a buffer to process her thick honey words pouring over my solid gold mind.

"Her name is Joy, Nic." Wild Rosary proclaims in a snarky tone, her expression dripping smugness. 

"Oh is it now?" Nova ignores her co-worker, arguably a subordinate, using a shortened form of her real name. "What a fitting name, wouldn't you say? She's already making me very happy, knowing that we can use her so easily." 

Hivemind's drone shifts on the judo mat beneath her. "Isn't that a little far, Nicole?" 

The city's number one hero turns to her vocal opposition and looks down at her, while I stumble to retrieve my phone. Once again the dizziness creeps in and I nearly lose my footing on the way back to Nova, typing the passcode for her after a failed attempt caused by the onset grogginess. "I don't care how secure this location may be, you'll address me properly in future or I'll find heroes who can. Don't be so soft, Hivemind, it's your complacency that landed us this knock to our reputation in the first place. Had you done your assigned duty Murmur would not have made us a laughing stock and we'd not be resorting to the use of a girl half my age."

The drone shrinks a little under Nova's berating, opening her mouth several times to protest before making a final case in a much more quiet tone than she had intended. "Yes, Nova... but do we need to use her? She's willing to co-operate, she seems eager." 

Nova brushes her off quickly, throwing a hand back over her shoulder to take the offered mobile from my heavy hands. I try and fail to shake of the lingering control as I had last time, feeling like a passenger in my own body. "Be that as it may, this is much cleaner, more efficient. The less that gets out the better, as I'm sure you'd all agree. We don't need yet another mess on our hands. Treating this newbie as an ally wouldn't benefit anybody now would it?" My hero flicks through my phone, completely intruding on my privacy without a second thought before throwing it to Discoman. "It's a second phone, she's got some wits at least. Do your thing, I doubt she'll be able to find a tracking app or even think to look. Let's record her too, no taking any chances on this one."

Wait, what? I furrow my brow and stumble forwards like a drunkard, Wild Rosary moving to catch me. "Woah there, hot stuff. You good?" The heroine, who looks like a Halloween slutty nun outfit crossed with a biker chick, pulls me back onto my feet. I'm too preoccupied running Nova's statements through my head, trying to make sense of it all. I'm being used? I'm going to be tracked, recorded? Surely I... I misheard her, right? 

"Oh my, she's still lucid." Nova chuckles, the other three heroes remaining silent but watching with rapturous attention. "We'll have to do something about that, now won't we?" Nova's gloved fingers cup my chin and return my eyes to where they belong. 

"Pfft." Wild Rosary holds me steady, her well toned arms hooked under my own. "It totally looks like you're enjoying this way too much, Nova."

Nova shakes her head, those familiar eyes of her taking on their supernatural charm, once again lulling my vulnerable mind into a warm oblivion. "Nonsense... I'm just being practical."

My head fills up with gold, weighing me down until I dissociate from reality for a time. It's a pleasant time, no longer having to worry about the training room in which my body moves to Nova's tune on auto-pilot. I just get to take a break, a much needed breather, in a place within my head. Much like my orchard, but filled with Nova's precious gold, like the orchard of King Midas. In such a place, in such a state, I feel at home. 

Snap!

I jolt up from my resting place and after an incessant amount of reactionary blinking take stock of my surroundings. I'm back in my bedroom in the college dorm, holding a hand in front of my face. Did I just snap my fingers? My head feels more than a little fuzzy so I pull myself out of bed and reach for my phone to check the time. Oh, I instinctively picked up my hero phone, must have forgotten to hide this in the hidden drawer when I got back from... got back... I can't remember leaving the dojo! I remember briefly meeting Lady Nova, but everything after is such a blur that I almost get a headache trying to recall exactly what happened. As my eyes flick over the secondary phone, this one built more for utility than personal use unlike my 'Joy' phone, I suddenly remember that I need to go back for training. The more I stare into the dim LCD display, the more compelled I am to return to the address for more, as though one of those strange subliminals I had been taught about yesterday had been installed on my own device. The idea is concerning, but frankly preposterous.

Needing to show my heroes how useful and reliable I am, I take the first train back into the side of the city I need to be in and return to the warehouse front used for the resistance training dojo. One of Hivemind's drones is stood inside waiting for me and guides me to the dojo, a cup of hot tea brewing on the side table ready. Upon entering the room I begin to remember the events of yesterday which had been missing from recent memory, I was subjected to Lady Nova's 'Stare of Submission' and got a sudden headrush, needing to be driven back home so that I could rest. I can't help but smile a little, it turns out my role model is such a thoughtful person... and they say never meet your heroes!

"Good morning, Orchard. We trust you are well rested?" Hivemind is holding a vial of pink liquid with which I am all too familiar. I brace myself immediately, remembering how she had caught me off guard with it the first time. She mentioned that repeated exposure is the most effective way of building resistance to hypnotic gases, so I try to tell myself that I'll have built immunity, only half buying into my own assurance. 

"Yes thanks... I'm well rested thanks to Lady Nova, will she be here today?" I try not to sound like the needy fangirl I am, but I feel so disappointed with how brief our meeting had been. I didn't even get to ask for her autograph...

"I'm afraid it will just be us for the rest of your training, as I mentioned. The others can get carried away, they can't help being such big characters. That aside, I can see you've improved some, I can see you're keeping your guard up pre-emptively, staying on your toes to avoid as much of this spray as possible is certainly a viable tactic. This will spread through the air very quickly but even so, the further it travels the thinner it becomes and thus the weaker its effects will be." Hivemind places the vial down on the side table and I relax once she steps away, back to standing in front of me. I give her a confused look, having expected a face full like yesterday. The tea is brewing, so she must have intended to use it, so does this mean I passed some sort of test? Maybe I won't have to-

I hear a hissing sound from over my shoulder before something mists over my hair and beside my face, causing me to turn to face it and inhale a heavy dose of Florasma's concoction. Hivemind's hands fall on my shoulders to hold me steady, while another drone who had snuck up on me holds the vial inches away from my face to give it another generous spritz.

Recoiling back into Hivemind's arms, I cannot help but deeply inhale the addictive scent, being pulled back into the same lusty haze from the day prior. I squeeze my thighs together, needing relief more than anything, my eyes begging the drone in front of me to take advantage. The air is so thick I can hardly breathe, bating my breath for the moment I can ooze my sticky thoughts out from the slickening entrance, trapped within far too many layers of stuffy clothing. Not only do I want to cum oh so badly, I want to be made to cum, my thoughts consumed with the idea of making myself an object of desire for Hivemind's enjoyment and use. Much to my dismay, the woman is attempting to train me, but not in the way I currently yearn to be trained. She wants to help me resist this neediness, this horny obedience that cements itself with each moreish huff of the sweet air, tickling my mind and erogenous zones.

A soft voice whispers into my ear, my heightened state of arousal unable to process it as anything but the most seductive, dulcet tones I have ever had the pleasure of listening to. "Remember your mission, Orchard. Try to resist, to stop us."

Like a switch flicking on in my floaty head, I scramble to set my roots into the ground and quickly snare them around the drones' ankles, pulling them deep into my orchard. Hivemind looks confused, being cut off from the many and returned to singular form, the woman takes a moment to look over the idyllic scenery made manifest within my head. This garden of purity, a sanctuary in my head within which I can safely contain the consciousness of criminals until law enforcement arrive to make an official arrest. A totally flawless system, which has never faltered... until now. 

My knees buckle from the unsupervised pleasure coursing through my weak body, only the drone's rigid body held firm by my roots is stopping me from sinking into a puddle of masturbation on the floor right now, but the internalised lust begins to seep into places it has no right to, tainting my Orchard with desire. 

Making it into a garden of lust. 

Hivemind tries to find an exit to the Orchard, but she knows all too well that there are none. Until I recall my roots or lose consciousness entirely, there is absolutely no way to escape from the confines of my power. She begins to wonder if two doses was pushing it too far, having resorted to such means after being reprimanded by Nova for her softness yet again. Now, the heroine is trapped, with my words only coming out as jumbled slurries of noise and short gasps. It does not take the woman long to figure out that back in the dojo, I have slid a hand into my costume's waistband and into my underwear, giving myself some much needed relief without a second thought to the consequences it has on my tranced out mind. I simply need to masturbate and so I do, nothing more than a horny little tree in the garden of lust, spreading my roots as far as they will reach.

Before long, Hivemind notices the orchard begin to change, that picturesque blue sky taking on a warm pink hue. The fresh air filling with the scent of fresh arousal as I gasp and moan in her strong arms. The juicy red apples all fall from the receding branches of the trees within the orchard, which begin to take the form of statuesque women, completely nude and forgoing the rough bark texture smooth tan skin. The women's eyes fall upon each other's and they share long, sapphic kisses as they begin to flower, the heady arousal in the air growing thicker and thicker.

Florasma's overpowering aphrodisiac has me unconsciously creating an orchard of desire, temptation and lust. Hivemind's lust is soon sniffed out, the woman thrown into a panic by the sensations assaulting her. She takes a few steps back only to trip over a protruding root which had not existed seconds prior, sending the heroine to land on the patch of grass below, several of the garden's inhabitants descending upon her. 

"O-orchard?" Hivemind's call falls on deaf ears and she is not given chance to try another, two of the women pulling her out of those forbidden clothes of hers while another shuts her up with a long kiss. As a long tongue slides into her mouth, Hivemind can be heard in faint, muffled protest. She tries to ignore how good the impossibly warm hands against her now bare skin feel when they run across it and squeeze her in all the right places, or that her eyes almost roll up into her head when the tongue slides out of her mouth dripping sticky, mind-numbing sap onto her pursed lips. The woman gasps, out of breath from the prolonged frenching, before reflexively licking her lips. The sap is as addictive as Florasma's concoction, being a manifestation of said mixture made from my own mind. I just want her to feel as good as I do, instinctively giving her what she must surely want. 

Hivemind whimpers, having never felt so good before, more of my sinful orchard's eager trees joining in the fray. A sap coated tongue spreads over the heroine's naked slit after her legs are held apart, then more begin to tease at her body, every action covering it with more of that pleasurable nectar. Soon enough, the practiced fingers of the attentive dryads work to oil up hivemind's naked body, every pore of her skin burning with desire and heat, making her squirm and writhe under their unwavering touch. She accepts more of their kisses with growing eagerness, starting to forget where she is, this orchard becoming her reality. Once her eyes cross while sucking from one of the tree nymph's sticky tongues, Hivemind is too far gone to care about anything but the sapphic delights presented by this wonderful garden. 

Like a thick lacquer, her body is coated with the mysterious fluid spread over her skin, seeping in until she takes on the appearance of her sexual partners. Hivemind is once again part of a hivemind, this time with her fellow dryad sisters, happy to serve and be served by these seductive creatures for the rest of her being. One of them picks out a particularly shiny apple, deep red in colour and practically begging to be shared between lovers. Hivemind's jaw slackens, before closing down around the apple as her teeth break through the skin and bite off a chunk of something forbidden. Her sisters take turns, taking the forbidden fruit into their mouths and sharing the knowledge it holds. They do not dare share this knowledge with anybody besides themselves, however.

It's their dirty little secret, after all.