Wonder Woman sang to herself as she rinsed off the body soap, marveling at the size of her new breasts. She couldn't stop herself from giving them a caress, delighted at how sensitive they were.
Water splattered on her flesh and ran down and around the large orbs, tingling as it tickled her skin like trailing fingers. Shit, she really wanted to touch herself, but she knew that Mistress would disapprove.
Moving her fingers downwards, she traced the tattoo that had been completed on her belly. The pattern of a large dahlia sprouted from her belly button, the tips of the petals reaching down to her pubes.
It had taken several sessions to be completed, her body wriggling at the delicious pain. She almost regretted that it was over, as spending time under the hands of her Mistress was the best thing she had experienced in the world.
Far better than any of her past relationships. In those, she had argued and fought with her paramours. Not so with Mistress.
Mistress had rewritten her. She had taken away her free will, making Diana love every minute of the day spent in devotion to Her.
This was not a natural state of affairs, but she didn't care. It felt amazing to give in to her control. This was what she had been missing all those years - a way to stop being so serious and surrender to one who loved her for who she was.
It helped that they had amazing sex. She bit her bottom lip, thinking about their last assignation. Wonder Woman's secret was that she was always horny.
She would do anything for her Mistress, such as abstaining from touching herself, but even a direct command couldn't stop her from thinking about running her hands over her Mistress' slick, latex body. Peeling the rubber off her golden flesh and squeezing her voluptuous breasts.
She rolled her eyes and rubbed a few fingers over her pussy. She couldn't help herself, she was so close to climax just thinking about ravishing Mistress.
A sharp stab of pain at her belly grew into a burning sensation. She gasped, tears leaking from her eyes. She knew this was only a warning, but if she persisted, the tattoo would act to shut her down.
It was making her unbearably aroused, but that was the way Mistress liked it. She pressed a hand over the mark of Her ownership, relieved when the pain faded.
She stepped out of the shower, toweling her body off. It helped a bit if she sang her silly song.
"Wonder Woman's a slut, and she's learned to o-bey! She so wants to fuck, her Mis-tress today!"
Eris had caught her singing it once and chuckled, looking her over with those possessive eyes. It had aroused her so much that she had worked on extending the lyrics. It was fun to praise Mistress.
"Eris is smart, Diana is dumb! When Diana obeys, we all have some fun!"
She smiled, blotting her hair with the towel. She should probably use a hair dryer, but she was far too eager to find out what her Mistress was up to.
When her hair had finally stopped dripping, she padded across the tiled floor into her bedroom. Her assigned quarters were relatively small, but Mistress had promised her that she would give her better accommodations once the plan had been completed.
She wasn't sure what Mistress meant by that, but Mistress was the smart one. She was only her slave. She stopped in her tracks in front of the bed, smiling to herself. This would be a good time to say her slave mantra.
"I obey Eris. I obey Black Shine. I am her slave. I will do whatever she commands. My mind is hers. I do not decide for myself."
She put her hands on her hips, aping the superhero pose she had done so many times before. Pretending to be a hero with free will was so incredibly hot!
"I have no mind of my own. I let her decide for me. I give her full control and my devotion. Mistress is kind. I belong to Mistress."
Her pussy clenched at how arousing the simple phrases were to her. She knew better than to touch herself after the mantra, however. The tattoo would punish her if she attempted to orgasm without Eris' permission.
She sighed, looking over the clothing spread across the bed. It was a depressing array of gray colored spandex. She picked up the leotard, white stars on a gray background. This didn't look like clothing that would please Mistress.
Yet it was all that she had, so she ought to get a move on. She stepped through the leg holes, pulling the stretchy material upward until it nestled against her vulva. She rolled the fabric upwards, looking in dismay at the stiff cups which used to be sufficient to hold up her breasts.
After her tansformation, they were woefully inadequate, but she did her best to stuff her flesh into them anyway. She saw limited success, her voluptuous figure overflowing out of the tops. She was barely covered, and anyone looking at her would think she was a skanky whore.
Which she was. But only for her Mistress.
She shrugged, her breasts popping out of the uniform top. How annoying. Perhaps Mistress would have an idea on how to handle this.
She tucked the embossed metal 'W' onto her chest, putting on her wristlets and tiara. It used to feel like armor, girding her soul for battle. It did little for her now, her only thoughts on how she could use these tools to serve her Mistress.
The boots and coiled lasso came last, as gray as the rest of her outfit. She tucked her feet into the gray boots, hanging the dull gray whip at her waist. Most of this could be faked, but the whip couldn't. One of the other superheroes in the league would notice it sooner or later and ask some questions.
Another problem for her Mistress to solve, not her! She'd tell them that it fell into a vat of acid or something. That she had accidentally bleached it in the dishwasher. The excuse didn't really matter as long as it pleased her Mistress.
As put together as she could be, she marched out into the hallway, her chest flopping back and forth as she walked.
Up until now, she had remained nude for Mistress. Clothing hadn't really seemed necessary as a slave. However, she had woken up this morning with a message from the comm system to wear her old outfit. She obeyed Mistress, even if her instructions were opaque.
She walked out into the corridor, her feet moving without her conscious volition. Her mind blanked, recalling the reinforcement session she had attended yesterday evening. It was a nightly ritual, sitting down in the Chair, leaning forward to place her face over the visor.
The sparkling display of the brainwashing device helped to take her mind away while the sound of her Mistress' voice echoed throughout the chamber. It made her feel amazing to go blank and listen to her Mistress as she reinforced the lessons already twining through her conscious and unconscious mind.
It was at the time of her greatest arousal that the dildo speared her from the rear, pumping in and out of her like a possessed devil. She usually didn't last long once the stimulation started, but time dilated so much during the sessions that it was hard to tell at which point the system ramped up the stimulation.
At that point, her favorite thing to do was to imagine her Mistress in front of her. Her internalized mantra echoed in her mind. "Eris is my Mistress. I belong to her. Her pleasure is my pleasure. My body is her body. I am a horny slut and deserve nothing. I do only what my Mistress commands. I am a slave. I obey."
The last part invariably made her juice. She liked to repeat it over and over, forcing herself closer to the edge of oblivion. She had not yet managed to suppress her thinking mind entirely, but she had gotten close once or twice. It was intoxicating to become a robot for Mistress.
She blinked, realizing that in her somnolent state her body had moved deeper into the complex, bringing her to a door marked "Command and Control." It slid open smoothly on well lubricated rollers, revealing an octagonal chamber, each wall covered with projected images.
A circle of diffuse light lit the chamber from above, soaked in by the bright, burgundy carpet. Her Mistress sat at a console in front of her, plying her hands over the surface. One of the images on the wall swapped, displaying a high rise building.
"I've narrowed down the general area," said her Mistress. "My surveillance has caught her entering and leaving the building multiple times.
A video ran on the left wall, showing a streak of red, blue, and yellow rushing past. The camera panned, but wasn't quick enough to catch the heroine, who vanished into the maze of buildings.
"I believe her alter ego lives in a condo somewhere in this building, but so far I have been unable to determine which floor."
Wonder Woman was confused for a moment, suddenly grasping that she was not the target of the conversation. She kept her lips sealed. A slave did not speak unless spoken to.
"Couldn't you send your drone bugs?" asked a small, confident voice. "If you blanket the building with them, you should be able to capture which unit Supergirl is in."
Eris grunted. "I've already tried. There's some sort of jamming going on that kills the devices as soon as I send anything close. Probably countermeasures to keep out supervillains like Lex Luthor."
She punched a button on the console, and an image of the metropolitan bank appeared on the right. "That leaves option B. I hit the bank and try to attract her attention." She tapped her fingers on the table in a nervous staccato. "It probably won't work, though. All of the superheroes have been on high alert since Wonder Woman vanished, and making such a flagrant display could easily attract more than one superhero. I need more time to put together a better plan."
"I've delayed as long as I can," whispered the low voice. "The council is pleased to see that you've achieved solid results with Wonder Woman, but there are skeptics who claim it was a fluke and can't happen again."
Her Mistress sighed, the sound of frustration tugging at her slave's heart. "She's under control, yes, but I still can't confirm that she'll do as ordered during the next operation. Until I'm certain, I don't wish to move on to the next step."
She tapped another button, bringing up a floor plan. "I just need more time. This is a delicate operation, and any screw up could destroy any chance I have at getting her."
The cat jumped up onto the console, sitting on top of the keypad. "It's been a month. If you don't get a move on, the heroes will find you and the point will be moot."
Eris pressed her hands against her forehead. "Damn it, you're right as usual."
The cat licked her paw. "Of course I am," came the amused purr. "I do possess a superior intellect."
Her deep, golden eyes turned to take in Wonder Woman's presence. "Your slave has arrived," she announced. "I suppose you're going to engage in one of those crass displays of lewdness again."
"Reinforcement stimulation, Styx. A useful way to ensure that my lessons have taken."
The cat sniffed. "It's sex," she said, bluntly. "You're having sex. Don't bother denying it. I sometimes wonder if the whole point of your plan is to get into Supergirl's pants."
There was a faint glimmer in Eris' eyes, but she didn't respond. She swiveled her chair around to look at her slave.
Wonder Woman knelt on the carpeted floor, her legs spread apart. She thrust out her chest and laid her hands palm up on top of her knees. "Your slave attends," she said meekly, looking down at the floor demurely.
She performed the pose by rote, the familiar learned pattern burned into her mind by continuous repetition. These displays of obedience helped to ease her into her slave persona faster, and pleased her Mistress. Each time she took the pose, the jolt of pleasure she received was higher than before. She took a special satisfaction at staying still, savoring the joy of being owned.
Her Mistress walked in front of her, slipping her hand under her jaw line and pulling her neck upwards. The raw desire in her eyes was intoxicating. "Very good, slave. I'm pleased to see that you have obeyed my demands. No, don't get up, I wish to inspect you."
She pressed her hands into the loose flap of fabric on Diana’s front from which her enlarged breasts spilled. Her Mistress made a noise of disappointment as she ran her hands around the sloped orbs. "I should have expected this, but so many other details have stolen my attention. I don't have time for a comprehensive solution right now."
She removed the metal breastplate that was doing an inadequate job of holding Diana’s assets in place, looking back and forth between the form of her slave and her enormous bust. "Hold this," she commanded, pressing the metal piece into Diana's hands.
She stepped back over to the console, sitting down and shuffling through some drawers. "It's gotta be here somewhere," she muttered.
Styx walked over to the edge of the desk, looking at the contents of her drawers with morbid curiosity. "Why is there a mouse toy in there?" she asked, head tilting to follow the motion of Eris' hands.
Eris grabbed the toy and squeezed it, the rubber mouse squealing realistically. "Another dud experiment," she remarked, handing it to the cat. "Here, it's yours now."
Styx looked at it suspiciously, prodding it with her paw. "What kind of experiment?" she demanded.
"There was a problem with the negative space reaction," Eris explained obtusely, setting it on the desk. Maybe you can make something of it."
Styx batted at the toy, sending it flying across the room until it hit the far wall with a dull thud. It must be heavier than it looked.
Eris shrugged and went back to rummaging. "Ah, that's what I was looking for."
She returned to Wonder Woman, who was still patiently kneeling on the floor. "This will only work temporarily," she declared, "but hopefully it won't be too much of a problem until after the mission. I should have time to dress you properly after I've secured Supergirl."
"Yes, Mistress," replied Diana demurely, looking at her Mistress with curiosity.
Eris produced a bottle filled with a mysterious purple liquid. "This isn't the worst idea I've had, but being a tailor isn't exactly in my skill set. I did put some cosplay together back in my college days, but… it's been a long time, and this isn't a foam costume."
She unscrewed the cap and took out the stopper, retrieving a brush that was attached to the lid. She took a good look at Diana. "Slave, you need to bend that breast plate a little so that we can fit it around your new breasts. Be careful not to break it!"
Diana looked at the plate in her hands. She slightly resented the insinuation that she was a dumb brute, but her irritation was quickly suppressed by an overwhelming urge to obey. Her Mistress was only trying to help her.
She applied the thinnest sliver of her strength to the breastplate and it warped an alarming amount. She stopped, hoping she hadn't ruined it, but on second glance it didn't look too bad.
"Very good. Now, hold still, slave."
Eris painted the back of the free floating fabric under her breasts with the liquid, squinting and sticking her tongue out while she worked. Wonder Woman thought it looked funny, but she suppressed a laugh. She had been ordered to hold still and she must obey her Mistress. Mistress was her world.
Eris kept painting the substance onto the fabric. "It's a rubbery liquid that sticks to the fabric and itself," she explained. "I'm using it to build up a blob of material, then I'll press your bust into it with your metal chest piece to form the necessary shape."
Diana had loads of questions, but she didn't dare ask them. She was fair trembling with suppressed curiosity once Eris finished her work. She tried to look downwards as Eris prepped the gooey breast cups which had been filled with the liquid.
"This will feel cool," warned Eris.
Diana gasped as her Mistress pressed the cups against her body. It felt like she was laying down on a foam mattress, her firm nipples pressing into the soft substance.
Her Mistress held it there, looking at her wrist device. Diana stretched her neck to steal a peek – Mistress had obviously developed the device herself, and it was much more than a watch. What else could it do?
"Mistress, what are you wearing?"
Eris looked back up at her slave. "It's a watch and mind scrambling device, slave. It generates a modulated green light to confuse the brain's waking thoughts, bringing them into a suggestive, somnolent state. It worked wonders on you." She smirked.
Diana smiled. Her Mistress was so smart! She was glad she had been turned into her slave. She felt like she was floating. Praising her Mistress was causing her entire body to tense, ready for sex. A burning pain around her belly button reminded her of the sealing tattoo.
She pouted. It was no fun, but she conceded that it had been necessary to train her body to properly obey Mistress. It would be difficult to serve her if she spent all her waking hours playing with herself.
Her scattered mind circled back around to the whispers of conversation her entrance had interrupted. "Forgive me Mistress, but I couldn't help but overhear earlier. This slave thinks she can help."
Eris let go of the chest piece, examining the molded shape underneath. "Very good, slave. What is it?"
Wonder Woman's body was taut, pleased that she could help Mistress. "This slave knows Kara Zor-El's place of residence, Mistress. It would be easy for us to drop by her place. If I show up at her door, she might let us inside without much fuss in order to figure out where I have been."
Eris continued to work. "That means I don't need to spend another week coming up with a solution to the jamming, and we can capture her without the interference of the Justice League. Excellent slave, you have pleased your Mistress."
Diana shivered, experiencing a miniature orgasm from her Mistress' praise. She was so highly strung that any ounce of approval was liable to set her off. She needed to be fucked so badly, but she couldn't beg her Mistress. That was forbidden.
Eris made a sound of satisfaction. "It's all dropping into place, as it knew it would."
Styx dropped down from the console, winding around Eris and rubbing her head against Wonder Woman's thigh. "You didn't know anything," chortled the cat. "If Wonder Woman hadn't offered, despite her slave conditioning, you'd still have nothing. As it is, you've gotten very lucky. I'm interested in seeing if that luck continues."
Diana stroked the cat, unable to stop herself despite her desire to stay still and serve Mistress. The cat meowed, rotating its head to ensure her fingers touched the most sensitive spots behind her ears. "Why can't you be more like Wonder Woman?" the cat complained, her body fading out as she shifted away.
Diana was amused. What a mercurial beast! "Mistress, what kind of being is Styx?"
Eris pressed the breastplate back onto Wonder Woman's chest, standing back to inspect the results. "She's clearly an inter-dimensional entity of some kind, but her true nature is unknown. I doubt even a hero of your caliber could truly beat her."
She sighed. "I guess that will have to do. It's not amazing, but I'm out of time. I'll design something nicer for you to wear once I've made Supergirl my slave."
Diana looked down at her chest piece, not entirely happy at the irregular edge peeking up around the metal plate. She ran a finger around the side, the foam-like material giving under her touch. If her Mistress was satisfied, she was as well. Still, she doubted it would stay in place if she had to engage in vigorous combat.
"Tell me, Mistress, why are you so dead set on capturing her? Why do you need her when you have me?"
Eris knelt, leaning in close to kiss her on the forehead. Her chest backflipped with excitement. "She's an old college rival," she said slowly. "She got all the glory, while I was a nobody. I did many foolish things to attract her attention, but they all went wrong."
She took Diana by the hand, pulling her from the floor and moving towards the door. "I once tried to pass her a note in class, but it was intercepted and read by the teacher.
Shit, that was mortifying. Nobody knew who it was really meant for, thank goodness, but I was sent to detention. I became known as a screwup, an outcast, excluded from Supergirl’s social circle."
The door opened, leading into the corridor. Eris tugged her hand, pulling her to the left. "I tried larger and more elaborate schemes, but they all failed. Looking back, it was probably because she wasn't into the Gothic style, and I was in deep. Clothing, tattooing, piercing, the whole smash. I was a moody idiot, and never tried to express my feelings directly."
Diana squeezed her hand. "And now you're pursuing her. Do you still have feelings for her, or are you doing this only to satisfy your twisted sense of justice?"
There was no judgment in the statement, just a simple fact. Wonder Woman obeyed her Mistress, yes, but that hadn't changed her bedrock morality. She might not approve of everything her Mistress did, even if she was required to submit to her will.
Eris chuckled. "I suppose that is part of it, but deep down, I still want her. Not at a superficial level, no, but at a level so deep that I can't even fully explain it. She needs to be mine."
Her eyes flared. "She will be mine. And you will help me to secure her."
Wonder Woman nodded, not too dismayed by this revelation. It hurt a little to not be the direct object of her Mistress' affections, true – but at least she wasn't plotting on destroying the world or anything. That would have been far more awkward.
A door on their left rolled open, and Eris led her inside. The chamber was dominated by a circular, crimson red bed, coming up to knee height. Two heart shaped pillows were scattered carelessly near the far corner.
On either side of the bed were stands containing helmets with suction cups fitted around their fronts in a semicircle. A long, braided cord extended from the rear of the devices, ascending to rails attached to the ceiling.
Eris clasped her hand and led her in closer. "These are experimental devices I've been working on for quite some time. They read our brain waves and turn physical sensations into a colorful holographic display. I call it 'Cerulean Dreams.'"
She began to work at removing her latex catsuit, pausing when Wonder Woman didn't follow her lead. "Well? Strip, please, or this won't be nearly as much fun."
Diana thrilled at the command. She didn't want to assume her Mistress' wishes. Perhaps she should work on forcing her Mistress to give her direct commands more often.
She chuckled, finding it ironic that she was taking her outfit off so soon after expending so much effort to put it on. She pulled off her tiara, setting it delicately on a side table. The chest piece and her spandex bodysuit soon followed, with her boots and lasso the last to go.
She turned to find that Eris had finished almost at the same time as her, jumping onto the bed and gesturing at Diana to follow. Her beautiful cream colored skin looked absolutely stunning. She wanted to rub her hands all over her Mistress' body, especially in… certain erogenous zones.
She climbed onto the bed, sitting in her submissive pose and waiting for new commands. Mistress had taught her the slave pose as one of her first lessons, and she enjoyed using it whenever possible. It declared in the clearest possible terms that she was owned.
Eris retrieved one of the helmet devices from the stand next to her and settled it onto her head, pressing the suction cups against her forehead to attach it into place. The rest of the helmet consisted of a metallic grid, with sensors pointing inwards at her skull.
It appeared to be floating above her head, suspended in the air by a cable which followed her on an overhead track. "Now, slave, do what I just did to attach the reader. While we play with each other, the computer will extract how our bodies are feeling and project those emotions onto the appropriate body parts via the lights built into the ceiling and walls."
Slave Diana did as she was told, grabbing the headset and plopping it onto her head, pressing the suction cups against her forehead. It felt like they were drilling into her brain, the tail end of the device attaching her head to the track system above. Oh, she could just imagine being cored, a servile robot for her Mistress.
Her tattoo flared again, taking the edge off her fantasy. She knew from past experience it wouldn't let her achieve full release until her Mistress commanded it. Yet another reason to obey her as much as possible.
Eris scooted over on the bed, pressing her fingers against Diana's knee. She was surprised to see a green color radiating out from her knee cap. "The different kinds of sensations are color coded," explained her Mistress. "Green is simple pressure. Red is pain. Blue is for passion."
She reached for her vulva, stroking herself. Blue streaks blossomed from her nethers, tendrils of color growing until her entire body was a light shade of blue. "See? It's a quite simple cause and effect."
Curious, Diana scooted closer, stroking her hands over her Mistress' arms. Greens mixed with blues as she increased the pressure. It was like playing a musical instrument.
Blue circles whirled over her chest, running down her thighs, indicating her own arousal. She smiled, seeing her Mistress' body tinting darker blue. She was enjoying her slave’s ministrations, and Diana was enjoying giving them.
A thought crossed her mind and she immediately withdrew her hands, clasping them above her mons. She looked down at the sheets, nervous about her tattoo. "Slave wants to play. Can we fuck?"
"Of course, slave, but first I require you to pleasure me."
She tilted her hands down to highlight her own mons, fetching one of the pillows to lean against. Diana fixed her eyes on Eris' vulva, suddenly feeling an overwhelming desire to go down on her.
She didn't know whether that was an implanted desire or not, but she couldn't refuse a direct command from her Mistress. She leaned forward, pressing her swollen breasts against the sheets. She shoved her head up against her Mistress' pubes, the apex of the helmet nestling against Eris' belly button.
She made an experimental lick against her Mistress’ vulva, unsure how to proceed. A sparkle of blue emanated from the vagina in front of her nose, highlighting the wet hole with a bright flash of light. Encouraged, she delved deeper, laving her tongue around the circumference of her Mistress’ wet lips. She chased the blue threads of pleasure, excited when they got even brighter. As a sexual aid, the generated imagery was an amazing addition.
With every lick, she narrowed in on the area that showed the most promise, the hooded lip of skin near the top. Blue flowed in a torrent, twisting ropes extending from the epicenter.
Her Mistress twisted, moaning with true pleasure. There could be no fakery when using this device; only the truth. She loved servicing her Mistress. She loved the musky taste. Why hadn't she ever thought of doing this before? Her Mistress was so kind to help her broaden her horizons!
Mistress was shifting her hips, twitching as she involuntarily tried to get away from her tongue, but Diana was stronger. She held her Mistress in place and plumbed her depths, the swirls of blue turning into tornados of pleasure. When Mistress positively glowed, she closed in for the kill, placing her mouth on top of her pussy.
She sucked as if she was pumping her Mistress dry, moving her tongue around in circles as she worked. The first orgasm came suddenly, spilling lubrication into her mouth. She swallowed all of it, pulsing her throat in an effort to get out more.
Mistress could do nothing but hold on as she bucked, her entire body a shaking blue mass. Wonder Woman slurped as if from a straw, the drawn out suction driving her Mistress to an even brighter color.
Diana sensed that she had accomplished her objective, and backed out, licking her lips. "Have I been a good slave, Mistress?"
Eris breathed hard, her chest heaving. "Fuck, that's the best orgasm I've ever achieved. Being sucked off by a slave is amazing."
Diana grinned like a cherub. "This daughter of Zeus has some lightning quick orgasm action," she declared, flexing an arm to show off her muscles.
Her Mistress laughed, drained. "I'm just glad we're facing off on the field of love and not the field of battle," she declared.
Wonder Woman fidgeted back and forth, flashing Eris doe eyes. She didn't want to speak out of turn again. She wasn't worrying about any punishment her Mistress might assign, but she was deathly afraid of disappointing her. She rubbed her fingers against her tattoo, which was glowing with the amount of effort it was expending to constrain her desires.
Mistress smiled, a wide grin that signaled she had just come up with a particularly good idea. "I've had a few relationships in the past," she said, "but none of them would let me try this. Fortunately, now I have a cute slave which cannot deny me anything. Can you?"
Blackness weaved around her face, darkness putting her face in shadow. The intensity of her look was frightening, but Diana’s answer was simple. She tilted her head forward. "Of course not, Mistress. I am your absolute slave."
The dark color faded. "Excellent. Turn around and press your butt up against my hips."
Curious about what might come next, she shuffled around and did as she was told, leaning back against the warmth of her Mistress' chest. She was surprised to find that she felt cozy and safe in her arms.
Soft breasts pressed against her back as her Mistress leaned forward, her hands sneaking under her shoulders to cup the bottom of her breasts. "Do you like these?" asked her Mistress. "I debated about whether to apply any enhancements, but when I saw your luscious body bound on my table, I just couldn't resist my own impulses."
"Oh, yes, Mistress, your slave loves her new nipples. I would spend hours playing with them if you would let me," she admitted.
Her Mistress chuckled, her chest bouncing delightfully against Diana's lower back. She made a small yelp as the hands turned and locked onto her breasts like suckers. "This doesn't work for every woman, but you've been altered to be especially erogenous. What I've been wondering is this – can I make you orgasm from the sound of my voice and the manipulation of your breasts alone?"
The breath from her voice tickled the back of Diana's neck, increasing her arousal. She could see whorls of blue already forming around the apex of her breasts, circling her sensitive nipples.
There came an irritating buzz from her mons, a warning from her tattoo that she was getting close to the edge. She ran her hands over the red outline, squeaking in protest at the irritation.
Mistress took no notice of her discomfort, running her hands upwards until Diana’s breast flesh slipped through her fingers. She gathered them in again, tweaking her nipples.
Diana couldn’t help herself; she made small yipping noises as hints of pain shot from the tips. “Please, Mistress, don’t torture me, I need release so bad!”
Eris blew on her neck, but didn’t cease her torture. “Please, Mistress, it’s too much! I can’t take it anymore!”
She rocked her butt against the bed, pain and pleasure combining to press her to her limits. She couldn’t orgasm because of the tattoo’s restraint, and she couldn’t get away due to her Mistress’ command. It was unbearable!
“Yes, slave, you’re all mine. To do with as I please. To torture. To pleasure.”
She leaned forward, placing a series of kisses along the back of her neck which felt like burns. Mistress shifted her grip, moving towards a softer stroking around her areolae. Even this kindness was too much for her. She vibrated uncontrollably, going out of her mind.
"Release," commanded her Mistress.
The tattoo flared, the pain vanishing instantly. A thunderous jolt of pleasure spiked from within. Her nipples sparked, blasting her writhing body.
She ached all over, blue as a fruit. She had turned blue for Mistress! "I'm so blue!" she shouted. "I'm so blue for you!"
Her pelvis shook as she orgasmed, gasping as her sensitive breasts exploded with delight.
Mistress' hands turned a dark shade of pink as she continued to stroke her, sending continuous waves of pleasure through her as the orgasm abated. "Mistress?" she asked, gasping for breath. "What does pink mean?"
Eris grunted. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "The computer assigns a color to each emotion and sensation it sees, but until I do more research I cannot say exactly how they correlate."
She clapped her hands together in front of Diana’s breasts. "Now, slave, are you ready to do some more research?"
Diana grinned, determined to pay her Mistress back. To turn her completely blue. Bringing joy to her Mistress was her new purpose in life.
***
Eris tapped her fingers against the desk, watching the monitor with anticipation. They had been parked across the street from the building for over an hour, watching both the front door and the sky to see whether Supergirl would show her presence.
It was incredibly nerve wracking. The automated system would alert her if any motion was seen by the aerial cameras, but it wasn't smart enough to filter out birds. The false positives kept her running back to the desk, running replays to verify what the computer had seen.
No, she didn't want to be distracted with sex play. She needed to focus on the mission. Get her head in the game. She made a noise of frustration.
Diana had become increasingly obstreperous lately, despite her reinforcement sessions. Eris wasn't certain whether she ought to be concerned, but there was no time to do a deep dive on her psyche. She could only trust that her programming had been fixed deep enough to keep the superhero in her thrall.
At least the cat hadn't decided to insert a sarcastic remark. The black being had curled up against the output fan of the computer and was comfortably dozing.
A calming presence approached from behind, strong hands wrapping around her shoulders. Wonder Woman worked her muscles, finding the right areas and releasing the tension with precise pressure. "Don't worry, Mistress, she should return soon. It's almost dinner time."
That's what she was afraid of. "No guarantee she's not out on a date," she said. "Or grocery shopping. I just don't know enough about her routine. I don't like this, the plan feels sloppy."
Her capture of Wonder Woman had been planned well in advance, and most everything had gone as expected. This capture was going to be completely different. The heroes were still on the lookout to try and determine what had happened to Diana, and were certain to react swiftly once Kara sent out a call for help.
This was going to be more like a smash and grab, relying upon surprise. She had geared up with everything she could think of that might be useful, but she feared that it might not be enough.
She checked the device attached to her wrist. It was charged and ready to go. Should she make a move in the hopes that Kara had been at home all day? That seemed unlikely, since the life of a superhero was often punctuated by cries for help. Besides, her cameras farther away from the building had caught her flying out after lunch.
Her eyes burned a hole in the display, fingers continually tapping. She might have made the decision to go if Wonder Woman hadn't been there, working away at her shoulders. It felt amazing. She should force her slave to give her a massage more often.
She blinked, leaning back into Diana's competent hands. A flash of motion burst across the display and she was immediately on the alert. Replay. There it was, it was definitely her.
She was tense again. "That's the signal," she announced. "Let's make this happen!"
The butterflies in her stomach danced, but the itchiness was gone, burned away by the chance for action. She grabbed a tan overcoat from the side closet, tossing it over her shoulders. The knee length coat would serve to hide her latex catsuit, which would be certain to draw unwanted attention.
From the hat compartment, she retrieved a tiara, styled similar to Wonder Woman's, but more understated. She had developed this as part of her countermeasures program to provide mental resistance. There was nothing she hated more than losing control of her own mind.
"Is it time?" asked Styx, giving her a huge yawn. "I was hoping the stakeout would last another few hours; that was barely long enough for a short catnap."
Eris rolled her eyes, She picked up the experimental plasma emitter and double checked its loadout. Yes, that was correct. There was enough green kryptonite in there to subdue the big man himself, though she fervently hoped he wouldn't be showing up.
Though, perhaps, it might be better if he was the one that did. There were so many flying heroes in the Justice League that practically any of them might be nearby, waiting for her to make a move. She didn't have the equipment necessary to counter all of them. She was counting on pure speed – get in, zap Supergirl, get out. Nobody else the wiser.
She would have to shelve all her concerns. It was go time.
She hefted the emitter in the air and undid the latch on the rear door of the van, looking back at Wonder Woman. "Are you ready, slave? It's time to make you a sister."
Wonder Woman smiled, the pure warmth making Eris' stomach flip over. "Yes, Mistress," she replied, "this slave is ready for your commands."
"Okay, then," she said. "You already know the mission. Let's go."
She opened the door, stepping down onto a metal grate. Her ankle almost twisted as the heel dropped through one of the holes. She would have stumbled if she hadn't been holding onto the door.
She lifted her foot and planted it on stable asphalt, her heart pounding. That could have been a disaster. Fortunately, there was no harm done. She moved to the side of the van and helped her slave down.
Gesturing ahead, she hid her plasma accelerator in her coat and rushed across the street, kicking up dirt and leaves in the autumn air. The revolving doors of the tower loomed in front of her. She only needed to get past the door greeter and the plan would be in motion.
A yodeling screech and the sound of car brakes broke her attention. Turning around, she spotted Styx weaving her way through traffic, running like a rabid squirrel. Darting under the undercarriage of another moving car, she threaded the needle. She slowed down as she reached the sidewalk, holding her head high in a regal fashion.
Eris gritted her teeth. "What the hell was that?"
She looked around nervously. Fortunately, the passersby had only slowed down to make sure the cat hadn't been run over before moving along. Styx ran up to her, meowing as if she was glad her Mistress was there.
She sighed, and picked up the cat, petting it and pretending that she was glad the fur ball had survived. "Don't you know we're trying to avoid attracting attention?" she hissed.
The cat nuzzled against her chest. "Something here is wrong, human. I am unable to dimensionally teleport through a jamming field that surrounds this building. It is preventing much more than your cameras from approaching, and feels unnatural.”
Great, something else to worry about. It was too late to address whatever the problem might be. She had to spring whatever trap there was and deal with the consequences.
Hiding the plasma accelerator under the cat, she marched up to the revolving door with confidence, pressing against the handle. Air wheezed around her as the door spun, spitting her out into the lobby.
"Is your cat alright, ma'am?" asked the greeter, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit.
"Just frightened. I don't know what possessed her to do it, she's such a scaredy cat!"
A warning claw pressed against her chest and she decided not to push her luck. "I'm going for a lie down, my pussy has had a terrible fright!"
She bustled over to the elevators and pressed the 'up' button, vigorously stroking Styx's neck in an attempt to avoid being assaulted by the otherworldly cat.
Fortunately, Styx had settled into her arms, starting to purr and bump her head against her chest. Was this all it took to soothe the mercurial beast?
A sudden gasp came from over her shoulder. "Wonder Woman? Is that you?"
She turned, frowning. This was to be expected, but they hadn't exactly talked through how Diana should react if she was recognized. She had hoped that her strange, gray outfit would confuse onlookers long enough for them to complete the mission, but this man must be a fan. Drat!
Diana chuckled, giving him that trademark beaming smile. "I'm flattered, but no," she replied. "I'm just testing out my costume for an upcoming convention."
“Is that right? You look just like her! You go, girl!”
She waved him off, turning to follow her Mistress. Eris watched the greeter with hooded eyes as his gaze followed Diana's ass.
Harmless enough, but Eris couldn't help but feel possessive of the heroine. She had worked long and hard to make the superhero hers, and she wasn't willing to share.
The elevator dinged once and she stepped inside, keeping an eye on the man. He didn't seem perturbed, turning back to face the door. She couldn't read his mind, but he didn't seem too suspicious.
The doors racked closed and she sighed with relief. Just getting from the van to the elevator had been nerve wracking!
Styx stopped pretending to be her friend and tilted her head upwards. "What a pain in the butt," she muttered. "Okay, that's enough, let me down."
Eris did as she was asked, not interested in becoming the cat's pincushion. Styx dropped to the floor, sitting on her hind legs and watching the floor indicator.
“I had hoped we’d be able to get past the greeter without you being recognized,” said Eris, nervous.
"I thought he was rather flattering," Diana remarked, patting her hair.
"Flattering or not, it means we're on a clock. I doubt that man will keep his mouth shut. The word will spread." Eris sighed. "With luck we shall be gone before it matters."
"Keep your eyes open," interrupted the cat, sweeping her head left and right as the door chimed. "Something is not right here." The fur on her back stood up straight.
The tension returned, thick as smoke. Eris held her gun against her chest and walked rapidly, only slowing when she realized that she didn't know where she was going.
"Which room is it?" she asked Diana, looking around at the similar looking bland hallways, heart pumping with adrenaline.
Diana looked at the wall plates, and hesitated for a moment. "That way," she said, pointing to the right. "Should I take point on this, Mistress? Supergirl knows me and won't immediately attack if I introduce you as a friend."
Eria consented, but secretly was feeling itchy. She hated to give up any control of her operation, but Diana's logic was sound.
The cat moved up against the wall, sniffing intently."No sign here of what's causing the jamming field," she declared. "Still, be on the lookout for anything unusual.”
Eris shrugged and followed Wonder Woman, who was making confident strides down the hallway. She had to scramble to keep up, surprised at her slave's sudden enthusiasm.
She supposed she ought to have expected it from her. She was being given carte blanche to do things her way, which was usually enough to raise most people's spirits. Perhaps she should order her slave to come up with new and interesting games they could play together with Supergirl.
Mmm, that was a pleasant thought, but she was getting distracted at a critical point of the operation. Wonder Woman was slowing down, looking more carefully at the door plates.
If another denizen of the building showed up now, she would flash them with her wrist device and ask questions later. Fortunately, nobody appeared, and Diana stopped, smiling brightly. "This is it!" she declared.
Styx rubbed past her ankle, staring at the door with an intensity only a cat could summon. Faint sounds echoed down the hallway, residents relaxing or working on dinner. It was time.
Eris halted, girding herself for the next step. "Okay, give her a call."
Diana nodded, pressing her hand against the door screen. It lit up, ringing somewhere inside the abode. There came no reply, and Eris was starting to become concerned. What would she do if Kara wasn't at home? Break in and hope for the best? Come back later?
The alternatives rattled through her mind, but fortunately the screen clicked on, showing a familiar face. Eris slid to the side, careful to avoid letting herself be captured by the door pickup.
The bright face on the screen narrowed. "Wonder Woman… what the hell? Everybody is looking for you, girl, where have you been? What happened to your costume? No, don't answer, I gotta hear this."
The display flicked off and the door latch clicked. Eris' pulse thundered in her veins. It was almost time.
She gestured at Diana with her plasma accelerator, indicating that she should go first. Diana gave her a curt nod, taking point as she pushed the door inwards.
The interior of the condo was larger than Eris had expected, two floors tall with a spiral staircase between the levels, made from polished steel. The upper balcony's balustrade was decorated with circular metal pieces.
A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, rectangular pieces of glass attached to steel wires. Lighting was hidden inside, reflecting at all angles from within the bulky fixture.
The rest of Supergirl's accommodations were decorated with a similar modern aesthetic, the coffee table in the sitting area a monstrosity made of steel and glass. The furniture was minimalistic, a tan loveseat perched next to a lavender sitting chair with spindly legs.
Styx trotted over to the furniture and sat on her hind legs, watching the sitting chair carefully. There must be something about its fabric that appealed to the creature.
She mrowled loudly, scaring an orange cat from between the chair's legs. He skittered across the floor, making for the staircase. In a blink of an eye, he was up and away, likely hiding in a bedroom.
She shrugged. They weren't here for a cat.
She was concerned that Supergirl would spot them from the upper floor, but instead she entered from the direction of the kitchen. "Diana, it's good to see you! And who is this? One of your friends?"
Diana moved in, giving her a hug. Eris looked around surreptitiously, not seeing anything that might interrupt them.
It looked clear. This would be her best opportunity.
But not just yet. She needed to get in closer. She moved in as the two friends separated.
Kara pointedly ignored her, taking in Diana's altered uniform. "I can't just leave this be. I gotta know what happened!"
Wonder Woman laid a hand on her left arm, gesturing to Eris. That's a long story, but let me introduce you to my friend first."
Eris took this opportunity to attack, twisting her wrist so that a mesmerizing flash of green light exploded directly in Supergirl's eyes. Intelligence drained from her face, replaced with a faint green shimmer that let Eris know the temporary mind control was working.
Was it really going to be that easy? She hadn't even needed to use her kryptonite! All those nights of worry had led up to this? What a weak heroine!
"You are my servant, and you will do whatever I say," she commanded, testing the waters.
Supergirl's lips moved as if she was a puppet. "Yes, I am your servant, and I will do whatever you say."
Diana clapped her hands. "Perfect, Mistress! She's already under your thrall!"
"Yes," grinned Eris, relieved. "It's working even better than it did on you. All of you superheroes must be looking for a strong hand to guide and control you."
She snapped her fingers, focusing Kara's eyes on her. "Look closer at my wrist. The green light is soothing, and makes you want to obey. You want to come with us. Follow me."
Kara's lips worked. "I can't leave without Streaky. My cat."
Eris cursed. That was a fly in the ointment she hadn't considered. There was no way she wanted to spend precious minutes hunting down a cat while they were in this delicate stage of the operation.
"The cat will be fine," she ordered, forcing her will on Kara. "Come with us and we will retrieve your cat for you later."
Kara took a step forward, but a steely glint of resistance lit her eyes. She was losing her. She needed to do something quick or they'd have an angry superhero on their hands.
"If I may," grumbled a low voice. "I've seen quite enough. This farce must come to an end."
That was when everything went wrong.
A shimmer of light came from her left, distracting her from her attempts to control Supergirl. A curtain of light fell away, resolving into a green alien wearing a blue cloak.
Her heart lurched into her throat. This was one of the superheroes she had least wanted to meet. For many of the others her countermeasures would buy her time to escape, but with the Martian Manhunter, she didn't really know if her defenses were sufficient.
A humming buzz rattled her skull, a mental pressure sliding off of her tiara as if his nails were scraping against her forehead. After a moment or two of discomfort, the mental assault abated. Success! The Martian wouldn't be worming his way inside her thoughts!
"I'm sorry, Mistress," remarked Wonder Woman, who had taken hold of her arm. "He's in control of my body. I can do nothing to stop him!"
Eris grimaced. It was all unraveling. Supergirl was coming out of her trance and she was certain the other superheroes had been notified of her presence. It was all over, in the blink of an eye. She had lost.
The room was suddenly engulfed in a black cloud, a choking, thick mist as dark as night. Eris couldn't see more than a few inches from her nose, couldn't hear herself shout, couldn't hear herself think.
Wonder Woman's hands slackened, leaving her free to move, but she had nowhere to go, trapped in a nightmare. Fear kept her from moving, a tangible emotion that settled around her shoulders like a cloak.
Suddenly, the impenetrable cloud vanished, being sucked back into its source. The new tableau froze in her mind. Styx had expanded, becoming four times her usual size, all of her fur standing on end.
A black miasma surrounded her body, an intense darkness moving like a liquid, too intense to look at for long without losing oneself in its varying intensity. The Martian was caught in the chair, screaming. Spectral arms held him in place, their purple surface wreathed with ethereal flames.
"Hurry!" shouted the cat. "I can hold him, but not for long! He'll fight his way free eventually!"
Eris turned back to Supergirl, who was grappling with Wonder Woman. They appeared evenly matched for a moment, but soon it became clear that Wonder Woman was winning the battle. Her feet braced against the ground, she pushed against the heroine, driving her back.
"A very good attempt, daughter of Krypton, but you cannot hope to beat one imbued with the power of Gaea. You should submit and give in. My Mistress is kind, and will treat you well."
Kara's face was set in a grim line. "I'll never give in to common criminals! Whatever has been done to you can be reversed, and I'll find the way!"
With this brave pronouncement, she retreated, pulling away unexpectedly up and into the air. Wonder Woman charged forward, smashing into the spiral staircase with a tremendous clamor.
Seeing this turn of events, Eris aimed her plasma accelerator and took a quick shot. A superheated blast of kryptonite infused energy rushed past the heroine, smashing into the chandelier.
The shards of glass in the fixture acted to split and reflect the ray, undirected energy blasting outward in all directions. Eris dropped to the floor to avoid the danger, but Supergirl wasn't quite as lucky.
A fragment of the beam seared her left side, tearing a hole in her outfit. She groaned in pain and pressed a hand against her side, sinking towards the floor.
"He's breaking loose!" shouted the cat.
Eris spared no time to see what was happening, eyes locked onto her target. If she couldn't capture Supergirl, all of her plans would be ruined!
She took careful aim a second time, determined to hit her target. A loud yowl broke her concentration, and she looked up, half heartedly expecting another supernatural intervention. This time, it was only Kara's cat, a streak of white and orange leaping towards her to defend his Mistress.
The world felt like it was moving in slow motion. There wasn’t time to aim. She took another shot, trying to avoid firing anywhere near Wonder Woman. It was unlikely to damage her slave too much, but it would still make her irresponsible. A proper Mistress did not sacrifice her tools to achieve her objectives.
A ball of energy left the muzzle, tracking towards the drifting form of Supergirl. It diffused properly this time, exploding into a cloud of power draining energy. At the same time, Wonder Woman flung her lasso, neatly wrapping it around Kara's waist.
The superhero crashed to the floor at the same time her cat crashed into Eris' face. The feline's sharp claws were a nuisance, but they could do nothing more than cause superficial cuts before she wrapped the fur ball in an embrace. If Kara wanted her cat to come along with her, she was taking him too!
If only he would stop wiggling and clawing! She wrapped up the cat in her left arm and twisted the dial on her wrist device. The hours she had put into trying to mesmerize Styx would finally prove to be useful!
She closed her eyes, a flash of powerful green light tickling her arms. The struggling cat subsided, thank goodness. Her next option would have been to toss him, and she didn't feel very good about that impulse. The animal didn’t know any better.
A tremendous crash forced her eyes back open, needles of pain slicing at her ankles. She took a deep breath, taking in the carnage. The chandelier had dropped from the ceiling, smashing into a million pieces. Shards lay everywhere, the majority draped over the stunned form of a fallen heroine.
Wonder Woman had escaped most of the mess, as she was off to the side, her gray lasso still firmly tied around Kara's waist. She rolled up the rope, taking Supergirl firmly in hand.
Moving with alacrity, Eris adjusted the brain washing device at her wrist and moved up to the stunned woman, flashing her a second time. Her eyes drained of intelligence once again.
"Bring her," she commanded her slave. This was no time for more exposition.
"Yes, Mistress," replied Wonder Woman, reaching down to effortlessly hoist Kara into her arms.
It was only now that Eris spared a glance for Styx, the mysterious cat which had saved their mission. The Martian was still being held by her mysterious ability, but his form was shrinking.
"Go!" hissed the cat. "My draining ability prevented him from going intangible, but he's figured out that I can't stop him from shifting shapes. Get out of here before he stops you!"
There was usually no honor between thieves, but Styx was obviously far more powerful than she had originally been letting on.
Eris crooked her mouth. There were so many things she wanted to say, but they would have to wait for later, once they had all made it out of this. "Thanks," she said, rushing towards the door.
Her feet broke into a run as soon as she hit the corridor, heading towards the elevators. Were other superheroes waiting in the wings, or had the Martian undertaken this surveillance on his own?
Had Kara even known he was there? It was quite possible he had been haunting her condo for quite some time without even telling her. That was the sort of thing heroes were wont to do.
Heroes. So many of them justified their actions with the true belief that they were doing the right thing. Idiots.
At least her motives were pure. Everything she did was for love.
Breathing heavily, she halted, hitting the elevator button. If she was delayed here, there were always the stairs, but she didn't fancy losing that much time.
She bit her lip, but the double ding of the carriage arriving gave her cause for relief. Diana was right behind her, turning sideways to fit her captive into the elevator.
"Mistress," murmured Diana as the doors slid shut. "She's starting to regain consciousness."
Eris pounded the lobby button and moved over to examine the stunned superhero. Yes, the effect of the mind zapper was fading faster than she had expected.
She tapped a few instructions into her wrist device and held it up in front of the lolling heroine's head, bringing it in close so that it wouldn't affect Diana.
There came a brilliant flash of green light and Kara ceased her restive motion, her body falling limp.
"I upped the dose, but every time I use it on her it will affect her less. We need to get out of here before she rouses again or I'm unsure whether we'll be able to hold her."
"Don't worry, Mistress, I won't let her escape," grinned Diana, her muscles flexing. "She might have other super powers, but she's not as strong as me!"
Eris grunted, not deigning her confidence with a reply. While her slave was correct, their relative strengths were at least close. She couldn't imagine it ending well if Supergirl turned into a wiggling snake inside Wonder Woman's arms. Something was liable to get broken.
The elevator slowed down, settling onto the ground floor. She gritted her teeth and waited as the doors appeared to open in slow motion, half heartedly expecting to see an entire group of superheroes from the Justice League waiting for them. If Superman had come on his own, her plasma accelerator might be sufficient, but she doubted that she was going to be that lucky.
Her eyes widened as she took in the almost empty lobby. It hadn't exactly been busy earlier, but this was better than she had hoped. "Follow me, and don't stop," she commanded. "The time for caution is gone, we're going to blitz this."
She rushed towards the front door in a bee line, hiding Kara's sleeping cat under her coat. She briefly wondered how they were going to get the somnolent Kara through the revolving door. If push came to shove, she'd order Wonder Woman to tear it out, but she was hoping to avoid the notoriety that major property damage would bring.
No, that shouldn't be necessary. There was a side door up ahead which they should be able to squeeze through easily.
The door greeter turned, taking in her rushing form. Her overcoat was splayed wide, revealing the dark latex catsuit which she wore underneath. His eyes bulged out of his head.
"S… s… supers!" he exclaimed, his lips working with astonishment.
Eris brushed past him, holding open the side door and gesturing at Wonder Woman impatiently.
Wonder Woman tossed Kara over her shoulder effortlessly, drawing in close to give the greeter a peck on the cheek. "You've been ever so kind," she said smoothly. "My friend here has had an accident and we're seeking treatment. Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"Y… yes, ma'am," he replied, giving a little salute with his white glove. "Let me know if I can be of help!"
"You've been plenty of help already." She wiggled her fingers at the man, pressing through the side door with her cargo.
Eris grinned, amused at the exchange. She couldn't have done better.
The greeter waved at them, his white shirted chest bursting with pride. "I told them you were here," he shouted after them. "You should be getting plenty of help soon!"
Eris groaned. Of course he had. It wasn't as though that was unexpected, but it meant that more unwanted company would be arriving soon.
"Go on without me," she whispered to Diana. "We need to get this one under wraps before more superheroes show up."
Diana nodded her understanding, holding Supergirl tightly. She took a sharp look at traffic, dashing across the street with lightning dexterity. Eris gasped as she made a giant leap, her toes bouncing off the top of a taxi, but Diana had judged it perfectly, alighting on the other side as if she made that sort of jump every day.
As, of course, she likely did. She could fly, for goodness sake! She needed to stop worrying so much about the health of her slaves. Both of them were experienced and nigh indestructible.
Why did her heart still hurt to see them in danger, though? She needed to be tougher than this to achieve her goals. She could be soft after Supergirl was hers.
Her attempt to cross the street was far more prosaic. She wrapped her overcoat close to hide her unusual outfit. The sleeping cat nestled next to her bosom, she walked calmly over to the crosswalk.
While waiting for the traffic light, her eyes were drawn up to the sky, seeing a streak of light heading their way. She looked back down, knowing that these were more supers that would arrive soon. They were far too late, but they didn’t know that yet.
End Desaturated Detente Chapter Two
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