Will Our Hero Make it Out of This One With Her Mind Intact?
It was a cold night in Maretropolis. Radiance shivered as she eyed the warehouse. Her costume was sorely lacking in the warmth department.
The job was simple, some mad scientist or another with some kind of exoskeletal-whatsit. Radiance hadn't paid much attention to the briefing. All she knew was that there was a new bad guy in town and she had to stop him, same as every week.
"Why do they always hide in warehouses?" Radiance said, as she approached the building. "In fact, why are there so many abandoned warehouses in this city in the first place? Really, someone should do something about that."
She put her hoof on the door. "Not me of course."
A flash from her magical bracelets and a large can-opener appeared, which quickly cut a pony-shaped hole in the metal of the door. Rearing back, she kicked the cutout several feet into the warehouse, the sound of it echoing into the night. Daintily, she strode through the hole.
"Let's see now... Did someone order a butt-whooping?"
The warehouse was dark. Radiance could barely see anything. Still, she could tell someone was moving at the other end of the building.
"Radiance!" they cried—it was a stallion's voice. "I had hoped you would be the first to find me here."
"Well, I'm flattered," she said. "Your hospitality does leave something to be desired, though. No matter; I'll quickly have you off to prison. We can have a little chat together on proper housekeeping once I've turned you in."
He laughed. "Oh, I think you'll find my hospitality is quite alluring. Allow me to illuminate the situation!"
The lights came on; Radiance shielded her eyes until they adjusted to the sudden brightness. When she'd recovered, she looked at her surroundings. Machinery lined the walls, but that wasn't what her eyes were drawn to. No, that was her foe. He was monster—no, just a stallion. His torso up to his neck was coated in sleek black latex, which extended down his body. Instead of hind legs, the latex continued into a long snake body, the tail flicking back and forth. A visor covered his eyes.
"A latex bodysuit?" Radiance commented. "Why can you villains never have any fashion sense?"
"Says the mare in spandex."
"I make it work." Radiance crouched down. "Now, shall I get to work?"
"I think there will be no need for that!" the stallion said. He flicked a lever with his tail, and a piercing sound exploded from every direction. Radiance threw her hooves up to her ears, but it was too much.
Then, abruptly, the sound stopped. Radiance lowered her hooves and looked around. "Well, that didn't... do much," she said. "If the point was a sonic attack, I would have just created some earplugs, you know."
"Au contraire!" the stallion said. He pointed at her hooves.
Radiance looked down. Her bracelets had cracked, some of the gems broken completely.
"Ah, so that's what the sound was for," she said. "You must have gotten the exact frequency off of one of my other villains. You know I can just make more of these, right?" She knelt down into a fighting stance. "I think you'll find I'm quite formidable, even without my constructs."
"Ah, but so am I," he said, slithering forward.
"What's you name, anyway?" Radiance asked.
"Call me... The Lamia."
"Well, Mr. Lamia... en garde!"
Radiance rushed forwards. She put up a good fight, all things considered, but found herself quickly outmatched. His agility was just too much, and soon he had her in his clutches. His snake body coiled around hers, the smooth latex squeezing her tight, leaving her unable to move.
"Enjoying my coils?" he asked.
"A lady does not enjoy being hugged too tightly," Radiance spat back.
"And you're quite the lady," The Lamia said. "How would you like to be my lady?"
Radiance crooked an eyebrow at him. "Are you asking me out?"
"Something like that."
"Oh, but darling, we only just met," she said. "And never in a million years would I go out with someone wearing that."
"Hrumph!" he said, but he was grinning. "How about you look into my eyes, Radiance? You might like what you see!"
"Your eyes? What—"
Radiance looked into his visor—and immediately her vision was awash with light and color. She tried to look away—but couldn't.
"What... what are you doing to me?"
"I'm hypnotizing you, my dear Radiance," he said, that grin still on his face and growing. "Now be a good girl and keep looking into the light."
The command was pointless, she couldn't even blink. All she was capable of doing was staring into the swirling colors, letting them wash over her mind. Her jaw dropped open.
"That's it," he said.
She felt something cold brush her inner thigh. A moment later cool latex began to rub against her marehood.
"Nuh-no," she mumbled. "Stop..."
But it felt so good. The colors continued to flood her brain, and her marehood began to grow wet. She began to drool.
"There we go," The Lamia said. "Just like that. Let your self go. Become mine."
"Y-yours?"
"Yes," he said. "I am your master, Radiance. Being mine feels good, doesn't it? You want to be mine, don't you?"
"Y... yes..."
"Yes what?"
"Yes... m-master..."
He smiled. "Good girl. Let that sink in."
His tail continued to play between her legs, stroking up and down, up and down, rhythmically. Radiance found herself giving in to the bliss. It was hard to think, and what thoughts she did have belonged not to her, but to her master. The lights continued to pulse. She continued to lose herself.
"Are you mine, my sweet?" he asked her.
"Yessssssss..." Radiance drawled out.
"Excellent."
The lights abruptly stopped. Radiance blinked away the spots in her vision, but the memory of the pattern remained, flooding her mind. A blissful smile emerged on her face. She yearned for the lights to come back.
The Lamia uncoiled around her, releasing her back to the floor. "There you go. Not so smart-mouthed now, are we, Radiance?"
"No, master," Radiance said.
He chuckled. "Of course, hypnosis is only temporary. Soon, it'll wear off, and you'll go back to being your old, boring, goody-two-shoes self again. You won't be my slave anymore."
He slithered up beside her and looked her in the eye. "But you don't want that, do you Radiance? You want to be master's little toy forever, right?"
"I want nothing more."
"Good answer."
He led her over to the corner of the warehouse, where a machine awaited them.
"Unlike those pretty lights you just saw, this device will permanently alter your mind. It'll make you obey me until you die. There will be no saving you once it's done. Isn't that wonderful, dear?"
"Yes," Radiance said with a smile. "It's perfect!"
The main part of the device consisted of a large chair, which The Lamia guided her into. Shackles closed around her hooves, locking them in place. They were metal, and the cold touch made her shiver.
The next component was a small device that he affixed to her marehood, the longer end sliding cleanly into her already wet pussy. Part of it brushed right up against her clit, and she gasped.
The final component of the forbidden machine was a helmet and visor, which he slid over her head. The visor was opaque, and so she was plunged into blackness. The helmet fit snugly over her ears, as well.
"There," he said, slithering over to a control panel. "Are you ready for the finishing touches, Radiance?"
She smiled.
"Finish me, master."
He laughed. "Good answer!"
A switch was thrown, and the machine came to life. Immediately, the thing in her pussy began to move, pushing in and out rhythmically. At the same time, she felt a sharp pain in her clit, like a static shock... but it felt good, the little bit of pain mingling with the pleasure, enhancing it. She gasped, her limbs jerking at the sudden flood of sensation.
Then, the visor switched on. The colors were back, a different pattern this time, pulsing and throbbing. Accompanying them was a flashing word: "OBEY".
And, finally, there began a prickling at her skull. Unbeknownst to her, hundreds of electrodes were firing into her head, reshaping her mind from the outside in. She might have realized what was going on, had it not been for the throbbing machine cock in her.
She was quickly brought to the edge... and then made to hang there, coming close to orgasm but repeatedly being denied it. A pressure began to build up in her head.
"Ah... A-Ah!"
"That's it, Radiance," The Lamia said. "Let your mental defenses crumble!"
Words began to appear in her mind, barely audible over the pleasure.
You are a good girl. You belong to The Lamia. Repeat.
"I am a good girl," Radiance dutifully repeated. "I belong to The Lamia."
You are a good girl. You belong to The Lamia. Repeat.
"I am a g-good... ah! I am a good girl, I belong to The Lamia!"
Over and over, the words prompted her, and over and over, she answered them. And every time she did, a little bit of the old Radiance died, and a little piece of the new Radiance was born.
Eventually, the words stopped...
"I am a good girl! I belong to The Lamia!"
But she continued.
"I am a good girl! I belong to The Lamia!"
"I am a good girl! I belong to The Lamia!"
"I am a good girl! I belong to The Lamia! Please, let me cum, master! I am yours!"
"Well, since you asked so nicely..." The Lamia said, hitting a button on his console. The pain and pleasure in her nether regions increased to a fever pitch. "Cum for me, slave!"
"Ah! AH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Radiance jerked against her restraints as the strongest orgasm she'd ever felt hit her like a tidal wave. Drool flew from her mouth as cum dribbled out of the device between her legs. It only lasted a few seconds, but for Radiance, it felt like an eternity.
Eventually, she settled, panting, slumped back in the machine. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth.
The Lamia stepped forward and pulled the helmet off of Radiance's head. Her pupils were dilated, and her gaze was far away.
"There we are," he said. "Now, who do you belong to, Radiance?"
"You, master," she said. "Forever and always."
"Good." Next, he pulled the sopping wet device from her marehood, a string of cum trailing after it.
"You've really made a mess of this thing," he said, holding it up. "I suppose it's only fair if you... clean it off. Right, Radiance?"
Radiance's eyes focused on the thing. "Yes, master. Of course I'll clean it for you."
He held the thing out to her.
"Open wide."
She did, and he slid the end of the thing into her mouth. She began to clean it, wrapping her tongue around the shaft and licking it up and down. Then, she closed her lips around it and began to suck on its tip. He watched, amused. After a while, though, he'd had enough and gently pulled the thing from her lips.
"I think that's good enough for now," he said. He pressed a button on the machine; her shackles popped open. "Get up. We have to prepare for when your friends get here."
"They won't stand a chance against us, master," Radiance said.
"Of course not," he replied, smiling smugly.
Will out heroine escape her dire predicament? …Let's be honest, probably not, but you'll buy the next issue anyway!
