Shackles Ch. 16

After taking a moment to shuck her pants down to around her knees, Trinity perched herself on the edge of the storage container and spread her legs amorously. Her panties were utterly, embarrassingly soaked, thanks to Pheramona's power, but Trinity didn't feel at all bashful about exposing herself. When she was the one taking control, it didn't feel like vulnerability. It felt like an assertion. She felt untouchable. The violent glare on Pheramona's face didn't bring her any fear or trepidation. It just made her want to...

What did she want?

That question gave Trinity a moment of pause. What did she want? Without really realizing it, she'd slipped into acting on autopilot. Dominance wasn't unfamiliar to her, and it felt totally natural to follow her lusts and her hormones whilst she allowed her superpower to do the rest. Trinity wasn't the type to let anything stop her from doing whatever she wanted to do. Only, this time wasn't like the other times. She wasn't doing this for herself. She was doing this for Radiance. She was doing it because Radiance was making her, and that was the only reason. She didn't want this at all.

Except, she did.

She viscerally, palpably did.

Trinity tried to think back. The things she'd said just now, the things she'd done - were those her? Had those been her choice? Or was it all Radiance?

She wasn't sure.

A moment of reflection was all Radiance would allow her. After a few seconds of hesitation, she could feel Radiance's commands pulling at her like a tightening noose, pulling her forwards, back into the irresistible flow of pleasure and domination.

"Here," Trinity barked insistently, using her hand to guide Pheramona's face between her thighs. "You know what to do."

"Fuck you," Pheramona grunted. "Go fuck yourself."

"Very eloquent." Trinity sighed.

"If you want me to go down on you, you're gonna have to make me," Pheramona sneered.

"Nope," Trinity replied. "I just have to make you want it."

Before Pheramona could say another word, Trinity opened the floodgates on her power and forced her way into the defeated villain's head.

The feeling was as electric for Trinity as it was for her victim. Trinity gasped at the satisfaction and pleasure, whilst Pheramona went stiff, purple sparks dancing across her face. Her eyes were steadily changing color to the unnatural, iridescent purple that marked Trinity's puppets. Every time Trinity truly tapped into her power, she knew: she was born for this. Even now, that feeling couldn't be tainted.

"Ramona," Trinity whispered to her, "for now, for today, you want to eat me out. You want to go down on me so fucking bad."

Her words rippled through Pheramona like the wind through grass. She could see, even now, the supervillain trying to resist. Her subconscious was every bit as stubborn and fierce as the rest of her. But it wasn't working. Trinity grinned as she noticed Pheramona's sharp intake of breath, her gaze started to stray downward to between Trinity's legs.

"There." Trinity pulled back on her shimmer just a little; just enough for her to be able to enjoy Pheramona's authentic reaction. "Feeling any more eager?"

"N-no," Pheramona growled, but her voice lacked the conviction it had held mere seconds before. Trinity could tell she was struggling to come to terms with her new impulses and flailing to fight the new desires welling up inside her mind.

The sight was delicious.

"Liar," Trinity said playfully. "But if you can still lie, I guess I'm not trying hard enough."

She pushed again with her power, this time a little harder.

"You don't just want this," Trinity purred, teasingly stroking her soaked panties with her fingertips as Pheramona watched. "You're obsessed with it. With me. With my pussy. You belong between my legs, Ramona. It's what you need."

This time, Pheramona shuddered with the force of the suggestion. Her mouth opened and closed like she was trying to speak, trying to protest. The words wouldn't come to her, though, and eyes were now completely fixed on the outline of Trinity's needy, throbbing cunt.

Trinity loved taking her time like this. Letting her playthings savor their fall. She'd been missing this experience so badly. Nothing else was ever as hot or as satisfying. Compared to this, her encounter in the bathroom at the dyke bar had been nothing.

Watching as Pheramona gradually and unwillingly submitted to her mind control was twisting Trinity's own desire into further, stranger knots. She was riding a crazy, dominant high, but she was still suffering the effects of her victim's pheromones. They were still hanging heavy in the air all around her, and she could barely think for how overflowing with lust for Pheramona she was. Part of her brain was still screaming at her that Pheramona was her goddess, her queen, her alpha. That part wasn't at war with the part that wanted her to dominate and humiliate the supervillain, though. Instead, the two were merging, tainting one another in their own colors.

Pheramona was a queen, and Trinity wanted to overthrow her. She was a goddess, and Trinity wanted to defile her. She was an alpha, and Trinity wanted to tear down her pride and ruin it. She was practically drooling at the prospect of laying her hands on such a vision of feminine perfection. It felt like she would never get tired of it; of wrapping Pheramona around her little finger, making her act out her every sordid little fantasy, and of forcing the proud supervillain to pleasure her to her heart's content.

"I... you... hnggn." Pheramona was at her limit. Trinity could tell. She just needed one more little push.

"You've never needed anything more than you've needed to taste my cunt," Trinity whispered, her words infused with power. One by one, sparks traveled up her arm and into Pheramona's head, transmitting the suggestions. "You crave it. You're itching for it. You're drooling over me. You can't hold back any longer."

Pheramona's eyes started to bulge, and some saliva escaped the corner of her mouth.

"Now," Trinity finished. "Do what you're told. Eat me out."

She didn't bother to add any extra hypnotic power to those words. She simply wrapped her hand tight in Pheramona's hair and pulled her close.

Pheramona didn't resist. She felt like nothing more than a limp, helpless rag doll as Trinity pressed her face into her cunt.

The moment Pheramona's tongue touched the front of Trinity's panties, something changed. It was like the dam inside her had broken. All of a sudden, she was licking and sucking in a frenzy, helpless in the face of her own, insatiable desires.

Thanks to Trinity, she needed this.

"F-fuck!" Trinity cried. Even though the thin, soaked fabric of her panties, the sensation was blindingly intense. She'd been too worked up for too long, and she couldn't help grinding and bucking her hips, eager for more stimulation.

And now, Pheramona was unable to refuse her.

It took several moments of energetic tongue-worship before Pheramona regained the presence of mind to reach up and pull Trinity's dripping wet panties aside. An instant later, she buried her face between Trinity's thighs again. Being able to lick Trinity's naked pussy only added to her desperation. She was shrouded in Trinity's heady, lusty scent, and her face was slick with her wetness. For Trinity, the way Pheramona looked was every bit as pleasurable as the physical sensation of getting eaten out. No one had ever seen her like this, after all. If they ever did, it would be the talk of the entire supervillain community for a month. Best of all was Pheramona's eyes. She looked as furious as she did needy. She wanted to kill Trinity, but she wanted to keep going down on her even more.

Perfect.

Trinity closed her eyes for a moment, arching her back as lightning bolts of pleasure raced up her spine. She'd been craving gratification like this for days, and she wanted nothing more than to make sure it dragged on for hours and hours. But... she couldn't.

She wasn't really the one in control here. Radiance was.

Somehow, knowing that didn't detract from her pleasure. Instead, shamefully, it just lent it an extra edge, white-hot and dizzying. Radiance was right there. She had to be. Watching her. Admiring her. Enjoying the spectacle of her making a fellow villain, a former comrade, eat her out. Trinity shuddered, and her cries of bliss jumped up another octave.

It was like she and Pheramona were nothing more than puppets in Radiance's sinful performance. Trinity was the dominant, yes - but that was simply the role Radiance had given her.

Fuck.

Trinity's eyes opened again, and she jerked her head around, looking for the superhero. As soon as she made eye contact with her, she regretted it. Radiance was just a short distance away and was watching with a lurid, almost rapturous expression on her normally-heroic face. It made her look almost unrecognizable. She held Trinity's gaze, unblinking, her eyes letting her know that she was seeing everything. She was listening to every word Trinity spoke, and drinking in the sight of her every little twitch and spasm of pleasure.

Trinity's breath caught in her throat.

She couldn't look away, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was seeing a single, relentless demand written on Radiance's face.

More.

Trinity wanted more too. At least, she thought she did. She felt the pull to take things further, but she couldn't tell where it was coming from. Was it her, or was it Radiance's command to humiliate Pheramona? She didn't care anymore. It didn't matter. She knew what she was going to do, and Radiance's gaze burning into her skin only served as encouragement.

"Mmf," Trinity moaned, mostly to make sure Pheramona would know how much pleasure she was getting from her tongue. "You're better at this than I thought, Ramona. You sure you haven't been practicing?"

"Fuck... you," Pheramona grunted, her voice muffled. Even to spit vitriol, she couldn't bring herself to tear her lips away from Trinity's pussy.

Trinity just laughed at the impotence of her frustration. "C'mon," she mocked. "You can tell me. What kind of lesbian doesn't enjoy licking pussy? Oh, I know. You're a top, right? That's what you want to say? Or... maybe you're just not as much of a top as you thought?"

"I'm... not... enjoying this!"

Trinity wondered whether or not that was true. It was possible. Mostly Pheramona was doing this out of sheer need. Still, Trinity thought she was showing a few telltale signs of arousal. That was probably only natural, given her situation.

Fortunately - or unfortunately - for Pheramona, Trinity wasn't a selfish lover. She always made sure her partners had a good time.

"Wrong," Trinity said. "You are enjoying this. Very, very much."

Her whole body felt like it was crackling with energy; letting some of that flow out into Pheramona was as natural as breathing out.

"N-no!" Pheramona whined in protest as the suggestion took hold, her tongue still buried inside Trinity.

"Yes," Trinity insisted. "No matter how embarrassing it is, no matter how much it wounds your pride, you're enjoying this. It feels so good, Ramona."

Pheramona's pathetic groan turned into a shameful moan, and she started to shiver and squirm between Trinity's legs. Trinity's grin was splitting her face from ear to ear.

"It's like a secret kink you're stumbling on," she continued, making sure every word was going to bury itself in Pheramona's mind. "Eating me out like this has got you turned on like you wouldn't believe. It's driving you crazy. You've never been this hot for another girl."

Was that a little gratuitous? Perhaps, but it was worth it for Pheramona's reaction. Her pupils, dancing with Trinity's shimmering sparks, suddenly dilated, and she clamped her hands around Trinity's thighs with fresh eagerness. She couldn't help herself, even with her face still burning with shame.

Even better, Trinity could see that her large, proud cock was rock-hard in her pants, forming a huge tent that betrayed her state of absolute arousal.

"There we go," Trinity purred gleefully. "See? Not so bad after all."

"I... I..." Pheramona's head was too scrambled for her to reply. Knowing that Trinity was messing with her desires didn't make them any less real or any less intense. Her every instinct and feeling was betraying her, her every urge held in Trinity's sway. She couldn't stop herself from tonguing Trinity's cunt as much as she could, and she couldn't stop herself from loving it.

"F-fuck!" Trinity's pleasure redoubled along with Pheramona's effort. She was already riding the edge of orgasm, but she wanted this to last just a little longer. "I think you were made for this, babe."

Pheramona shivered, and her hips bucked.

"Maybe all that big, alpha female talk was just an act," Trinity teased. "Maybe this is all you really wanted, deep down. To be a nice, useful tongueslut for a girl like me."

"F-fuck, fuck, ffffuck," Pheramona breathed.

"Maybe not just for me," Trinity said, through her moans. "Maybe I should share you around. Give some other girl a taste of this." She giggled. "Or, I mean... give you a taste of them."

"Hhnnggn." Pheramona was beyond pride or resistance. All she could do was moan incoherently between gasping for breath. Her face was drenched with Trinity's pussy. She looked obscene.

"Actually..."

An even more wicked idea hit Trinity. The perfect cherry to add on top of this incredible sex. Her hands shaking, Trinity reached into one of her pockets and pulled out the small communicator device Radiance had given her earlier, to make sure they could stay in contact. It was essentially nothing more than a phone, except it couldn't be used to call anyone except Radiance.

But like a phone, it had a camera.

"Hey, Ramona," Trinity said. "Smile!"

The communicator made a small 'click', as it took a picture.

Despite Trinity's shaky hands, it captured the moment perfectly. Pheramona had only had just enough time to look up and process what was happening before Trinity had hit the button. Taken from above, the picture showed exactly what was going on: Pheramona was on her knees, with her face buried between another woman's thighs. Her shameful, humiliating arousal was plain from the bulge in her pants and the sweat on her brow, and the way her face was drenched with lewd wetness made it obvious how eagerly she'd been worshiping. Her eyes registered a dizzying mixture of panic, shock, and devastating pleasure.

Trinity came.

And as soon as she realized that was what was happening, Pheramona came too. Despite the lack of stimulation, the tent in her pants started to bounce and throb, and, moments later, a huge stain started to spread out from the distinctive bulge. Plainly, it was the most humiliating experience of Pheramona's life, and Trinity was relishing in it.

Best of all, Pheramona still couldn't seem to stop eating her out, and so Trinity kept riding her face as she was hit by orgasm after thunderous orgasm.

It was another several minutes before Pheramona's mind finally buckled under the weight of all that stimulation, and she slumped to one side. Trinity let her. She took her hand off the supervillain's head and watched as Pheramona collapsed altogether. Clearly, she wasn't going to be a threat any longer.

As if on instinct, Trinity looked to Radiance. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, exactly. Admiration? Respect?

Approval?

Even as she'd been cumming her brains out all over Pheramona's face, Trinity hadn't been able to forget the knowledge that, even if Pheramona didn't know it, Radiance was the one dominating both of them.

And while she would never have admitted it, it had made her orgasm all the sweeter.

Radiance wasn't where Trinity had expected to find her, however. Trinity looked around, her vision clouded, before she finally caught sight of the hero. Radiance was some distance away and was opening a fire exit like she was going to step outside. When she noticed Trinity was looking at her, she flashed her a very strange, unreadable look.

"I just... need some air," Radiance blurted out apologetically, before disappearing outside.