Hunting Season Ch. 03

"Oh Ben, I like you and I love doing business with you. You always bring me the best presents and you are so considerate about making sure they are in good condition." He chuckled as he settled down onto a leather sofa. "Did I tell you about when that moron Hydros dropped off Lightning Lad? The Supe was already half conscious, and he took down six of my men before we could get him under control."

I nodded and sipped at my drink. "I heard about that, where is he now?"

Dan waved his arm, gesturing to the room and house in general. "Let's just say that this facility is now 100% energy efficient." He said with a contented chuckle "Got to love green energy, or blue in this case." I laughed, not because I thought it was funny but because Dan did. Doing what Dan expects is a good way to stay alive and I had no desire to be on his naughty list.

"So, if you don't have a present for me, what brings you here? I know that you do not enjoy the screening process." He said with a malicious chuckle as he flipped me the bird.

"I am working on taking down the entire Freedom Flock. By the time I am done you should have a full set, but I need some help. I was hoping that I could talk to Song Bird." I said as I set my drink down on the table.

You would have to know Dan to notice it, but his demeanour changed dangerously. "Ben, Ben, you know the rules. You deliver them to me, I pay you. After that they are mine and you forget about them. Besides, you know what condition she was in when I picked her up. Trust me, she hasn't improved much."

"I know, I know. When I was working on her I was focused on getting her under control. I didn't have time to dig for much more than what I needed, but now...." I replied.

"Now nothing!" he snapped back. "I pay you an extra 20% because you deliver the goods already half baked, don't push the limits of my generosity."

"Hey, consider this a free consultation and final test of the product. I will be able to assure you that her conditioning is complete, you don't want a repeat of the Ms. Mystery incident, do you?" I asked politely, while I leaned back and made sure the path to the door was clear.

Dan slammed his hand down on the coffee table, splintering the thick oak. "That was not my fault!! I told those idiots it was too soon to deliver, but they needed their fucking birthday present on time."

"Uh uh." I replied. "Luckily the post hypnotic suggestion you had me implant triggered. Now she is a vegetable lying in a bed in the Superhero wing of the hospital, with everything she knows about this place just waiting to be turned over to the Revengers."

"Are you threatening me?" He asked in a low voice, leaning forward as his lizard like eyes bored into me.

"No Dan, you're my best client. I just need access to Song Bird for a bit, and I can get you three more little birds to add to the cage." I said in as calm a voice as I could manage, hoping he didn't notice my finger tapping nervously. Total control of your mind and body only works if you aren't terrified out of your skull.

Dan stared at me, and I didn't dare try to take a peek at what he was thinking. Finally, he leaned back and bellowed that great booming laugh of his.

"Ah, Mr. "Ben for now", I like you. You have both brains and balls, and enough of both to realize that you don't have enough of either. That is a rare gift my friend, and because of our friendship I will grant your request." He grunted, then leaned back. "I always wondered what Cardinal looked like out of that super suit. Alright, for you, this time, I bend the rules."

He stood up and walked over to his desk where he picked up a thick metal hoop the size of my head.

"Aw, fuck no. That thing gives me a migraine, and we have been sitting here pleasant as pie without it." I pleaded, but Dan just tossed it to me.

"You change my mind, I change yours." He said with a chuckle as I grimaced and put the mind cage on.

We took the elevator down several floors below ground to where Dan had the holding cells. I saw a few other names that I recognized on the board and several I didn't, like I said being a Super is a high-risk occupation. The guard buzzed us down the corridor and Dan and I stopped at a steel door with "Song Bird" stencilled on it. He keyed a code into the door pad and it slid open to reveal a small but well furnished sitting room. I reached up to remove the Mind Cage but Dan grabbed my arm.

"I need this off to do what I need to do." I said, eager to free myself from the painful mind dampening effects.

"When you are on the other side of this door, then you can take it off. And you will stay on the other side of this door until it is back on, understood." He said in his usual no-nonsense tone.

"Any other rules?" I asked and he grunted in reply.

"No, she hasn't been reserved yet. Nothing permanent though, she is too valuable to waste." He said with a sigh of disappointment. I could feel the desire and frustration oozing off him, but Dan was a businessman first. To say he was rough with his partners was like saying Atilla the Hun was rough with China. Igor may have been a collection of Song Bird's worst fears about men, but the base template was pure Dan.

I nodded and stepped into the room, pulling off the metal circlet with a gasp of relief after the door had slid shut. The room had a table, two chairs, a sofa and even a small bar, like a well appointed waiting room and I settled down into one of the chairs. On the far wall, a door slid open and revealed a sparse cell which was surprising given how Song Bird looked when she stepped out.

She was wearing an elegant robin's egg blue gown, floor length but with a slit up the front to reveal one long, well shaped leg with in a shimmering blue high heel shoe. The slit was a bit too high to be proper, and it showed the lacy top of the nude stocking she wore as she stepped into the room. Her hourglass figure was on display as the tight dress hugged every curve and her bountiful D Cup tits were barely contained by the deep cut of the bodice. Her hair was piled on her head and cascaded down over one shoulder in a waterfall of golden waves and her face was elegantly made up with eyeshadow, blush and shining ruby lipstick. Around her neck sat a sparkling choker that performed the same task as the collar I had used to catch her but looked much more appropriate. The only flaw in the display of elegant beauty was in her eyes and the sad, defeated look of helplessness that showed there. She started when she recognized me, but quickly composed herself and stood patiently just inside the doorway waiting for instruction.

"You know who I am, don't you." I said in a neutral, disinterested tone as let my gaze travel up and down her body.

"Yes. You are Mr. Ben Comber, the man who brought me here." She replied clearly, but with a small catch in her throat. I saw her hands tremble at her sides and she quickly moved to clasp them in front of her to steady them.

I reached out to touch her mind and felt the shame and humiliation that was obvious on her face, but none of the defiance that one would expect from a captured superhero. "Come here and kneel before me, slut." I said as I contemptuously waved my hand.

She walked forward and slid to her knees at my feet, no hesitation or resistance. She flinched slightly as I reached out to touch her cheek but I felt no resistance as I slid into her mind. The remnants of the burned house were still there, little more than a blackened patch of earth with a few shattered bricks. On the brown, wilted grass in front of it was the torn remnants of her Song Bird costume, stained with blood and other substances.

I looked over at where she stood, shoulders slumped and her head down in resignation. She was wearing the same blue gown but here somehow it was less elegant and more slutty. The slit extended up to her waist and I could see that underneath it she wore no underwear. Her exaggeratedly huge tits were barely contained by the thin material of the top and her elegant blue pumps had been replaced by monstrous platform heels that would have done a pole dancer proud. Her hair was stringy and unkempt, and her makeup screamed whore both in colour and quantity. I called to her and she looked up at me with vacant eyes, straightening her back to thrust her tits out and cocking her hip in a classic streetwalker pose.

'Who are you?' I asked, and in a flat voice she answered a rehearsed line. 'I am Danielle von Meecham, I used to be the hero Song Bird.'

'What are you now?' I continued and she again replied in the flat voice. 'I am a slave, a slut, a whore for whoever owns me. I am property, chattel, nothing more.'

I created a projection of Song Bird, the heroine. It was an idealized image, standing proudly in her costume, perfect in every way. I saw her gaze turn to it and her eyes lit up with longing, like a child seeing a favorite toy that they had lost on display in a shop window. One hand twitched as she tried to reach out and touch the memory of who she was. A familiar, evil chuckle sounded from behind her, and she swung around, her eyes wide with terror.

'Any time you even think about who you used to be, Igor will appear. Any time you disappoint your owner in any way, they just have to say his name and he will be back. Do you understand?'

She nodded quickly, 'I understand, please, please make him go away.' She begged.

I walked over to her and pointed at the ground. Her mental image fell to its knees at my feet, just as her real body was doing. I touched her cheek, re-enforcing the mental link as strongly as I could. 'Tell me about the Freedom Flock, who are they?'

She froze, her eyes wide and mouth open. She struggled, as if she wanted to talk but couldn't. I pushed harder, grabbing her by the hair and twisting her head up painfully.

'Tell me, who is Cardinal?' I demanded but her mouth worked silently, and I felt the ground start to shake underneath me like an earthquake.

I let her go, stepping back. 'Stop, calm down, you don't have to answer.' She gasped and collapsed forward onto her hands, her body shaking with relief. I pulled out of her mind and looked down at the woman who knelt at my feet. Oh well, may as well get something out of my visit.

"Suck my cock, slut." I grunted and leaned back in my chair as her manicured fingers unbuckled my belt and slid down my zipper. She pulled out my cock and without hesitation took it in her mouth and started sucking. There was no passion, no pleasure in her actions, just the businesslike performance of a cheap whore doing her job.

"You need to do a better job than that. Whoever buys you had better be happy with their purchase, or you won't last very long." I said and felt her shudder in response.

"Oh, they won't kill you, you will have cost them too much for that. More likely that instead of keeping you for themselves and their guests, they will turn you over to their henchmen as a reward to the employee of the week." I continued and she froze for a moment, then continued but with more effort.

A soft moan escaped her as her lips fastened tightly around my cock and she slowly slid her head up and down on my shaft. Her plump ass wiggled in her tight gown as she shuffled herself into a better position and started going to town like she was auditioning for a job. Her hands moved to rest on my thighs, her blue manicured nails gently digging in as she bobbed her head up and down. She hummed, a low steady hum and the soundwaves moved through my cock into my body. My entire body shuddered in time with her tongue as she slid it up and down along the bottom of my shaft. Holy shit, getting a blowjob from a sonic powered woman had it's advantages.

She backed off, her hand gently sliding up and down my now slick cock as she looked up at me with pleading blue eyes. "Am I doing well?" she asked in a soft, desperate voice. This weak, scared woman was so different from the confident bitch that I first met it was hard to believe they were the same person.

"So far, now climb onto my cock and let me fuck you, whore." I replied. She nodded and gracefully rose to her feet and pulled her gown up so she could straddle my hips. Her muscular legs flexed in the nude stockings as she slowly lowered her pussy onto my cock. I told her to stop and she and held that position while I slid the tip of my prick up and down her cunt lips. I could see her legs quiver with the strain but I continued to tease her pussy, feeling it start to get wet as the head of my cock slid up and down between her labia.

"Do you want to fuck me now?" I asked and she nodded, biting her lip as she concentrated on maintaining the uncomfortable position.

"Fine, you can fuck me." I grunted as I leaned back as she gasped in relief as my cock slid inside her.

I pulled her forward, burrowing my face between her tits as she ground her hips against mine. Her hands wrapped around the back of my head, pressing me into her bosom and I heard her moan weakly in response. I slipped into her mind and saw a mirror image of what we were doing playing out there. No resistance, no disgust, not even shame. Just an acceptance of her new situation and a sense of resolve to do whatever it took to survive it.

I decided to make a few changes while I was in there, tweaking her pleasure centers to be more responsive and sensitive and heard her groan in response. Her hips increased their tempo, twirling in small circles as she ground herself on my prick. I also cleaned up her self image, making it less "Tired Streetwalker" and more "High Priced Prostitute".

I took that new image of herself and pushed it over to where her will to survive struggled against the despair and hopelessness she had been feeling. I pushed them together and bound them with a thought 'This is how I will do it, this is how I will survive.' They fused together and I felt the helplessness fade, now she had a plan. Then I reached deep into her memories, to where she was first starting out. I found the point at which she decided that she was going to do whatever it took to succeed. Tweaking taking that feeling I pushed it into the mix with a new thought. 'Not just survive, but thrive.'

She leaned back, pulling her tits off of my face and looked down at me with a smoky expression. She leaned in and pressed her ruby lips to mine, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth hungrily. She moaned again, and the sonic vibrations flowed from my mouth down to my cock causing it to vibrate gently inside her. I gasped in response and she leaned back with a sultry smile on her face.

"Did you like that, do you want more?" she purred as she pulled her tits out of her dress and took my hands, placing them firmly on her magnificent fleshy mounds. I squeezed and she sighed in response, pushing her tits against my groping hands.

She leaned forward again, pressing her cheek against mine and flicking her tongue out over my ear. "Your cock feels sooooo good inside me." She whispered, turning the drawn out 'sooooo' into another incredible sonic vibration that made me shudder in response. "Do you want to see more?" she asked coyly.

"Hell yeah." I replied and she leaned back with a mischievous Cheshire grin. Her eyes slid closed and she pressed her lips together hard, then hummed. The trapped sound resonated through her body and her pussy vibrated on my cock like a plucked guitar string. God it felt incredible and I gasped in response.

Her eyes remained closed in concentration, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she did it again, this time at a lower pitch. Again, her pussy vibrated on my cock but deeper and slower and I groaned in pleasure. She alternated the pitch and frequency of her humming, massaging my prick with her hot wet cunt.

"Fuck, that's incredible." I gasped as my fingers dug into her tits, her nipples stiffening in response. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, sucking as much of her tit in as I could while my tongue flicked the sensitive nub. She gasped in response and the vibrations stopped as she lost focus.

"Aaaahhhh" she moaned as she rocked back and forth on my hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis while I sucked and groped at her tits. "Oh my God, oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh god, you're going to make me cum." She whimpered as her body bucked and squirmed on my lap. My tweaking of her mind had done its trick and she had forgotten everything about being a defeated and humiliated superhero. Now, she was Song Bird, slave, slut, whore, and proud of it.

"Go ahead bitch, cum on my cock if you want." I said and she buried her face in my neck as she moaned in response. I felt her pussy tighten as the orgasm started and reached into her mind to dial her pleasure centers up to maximum.

She arched her back and screamed, or she would have if the collar had not blocked all sound above 100 decibels. Her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth gaped as she silently howled in pleasure. Her body still vibrated though, and it was almost painful how her pussy trembled against my cock. In response I blew my load up into her cunt, painting her insides with my cum.

Finally she collapsed, her face nestled in my neck and her tits heaving pleasantly against my chest. I let her sit there and collect herself for a few moments, then pushed her off and she rose unsteadily to her feet. She pushed her tits back into her dress and arranged the skirt to resume some measure of modesty as I pulled up my pants.

"Did I do well, will you tell him that I did well?" she asked nervously as I stood from the chair.

"He knows, but I will tell him anyway." I said as I gestured to the camera.

She nodded and turned back toward her cell. I called her back and gestured to the bar cart in the corner. "At least let me buy you a drink."

She walked over, strode actually, as if she was back in the piano lounge sliding elegantly from table to table. She mixed herself a cocktail and took a sip, breathing deeply in appreciation. "Thank you." She said.

'What the fuck are you thanking him for, he is the reason you are here you idiot.' I heard her think, then the low chuckle came, and she started almost spilling her drink. She collected herself and strode back into her cell, not quite as confidently but not the same broken woman she was when I arrived.

After her door shut, I sighed and put the mind cage back on then waved for the exit to open. I was escorted down the hall and back into Dan's living room where he was sitting at the desk looking at a monitor.

"Enjoy the show?" I asked and he smiled lustily in response.

"Too vanilla for my tastes," he grunted "but I see that you made some improvements on the product."

"Yes, she will be much more valuable as a willing participant than as a broken slave. Just make sure that they don't use the 'Igor' command except in an emergency or all of that will disappear." I told him as I sat on the sofa and took the drink he offered me.

"What else happened in there? I saw you flinch once, what was that?" He asked as he settled himself in the chair across from me, the splintered coffee table had been removed.

"You need to also make sure that her buyer never asks anything about the Freedom Flock. It won't break her conditioning, but it might break her mind." I replied.

"Good to know." He replied with a nod. "I will add it to the terms and conditions, not like most of them ever read them anyway. Now, where do we go from here?"

I thought for a second. "I have met Hummingbird and have a plan for her, you will need a containment unit to deal with a speedster."

"Not a problem. The one we used for Afterburner can be adapted for a runner instead of a flier, anything else?"

"Yeah, I need Stopwatch."