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Everyone wants control over something. A child wants control over who plays with her toys. A mother wants to control the safety and environment of her child. A police officer wants control over criminals. I want to control the supervillains.
Supervillains are different. Some want enough control to have large amounts of money. Other want enough control to have power.
Some supervillains want to control the minds of others around them.
In ten years in this world of men, I have been under the effects of mind control more times than I would like. I do carry this lasso on my hip and I have had that used on me. There are a couple of supervillains that can control the mind and body of people and I have fallen under their power also. Being supervillains, it usually does not stop at mind control, especially for superheroines that they control.
One of my first experiences was when I met the Collector. Since our first encounter, I have learned he is a bored billionaire with an obsessive need to collect rare things. Apparently one of the first things he obtained was the MindGem, a mystic ruby from some ancient civilization. I am told the Collector was just an obsessive rich guy until this ruby melded with him. It is now in one of his eye sockets and drives him to control and collect.
I work at the Megapolis Museum of Art in my secret identity and I knew about a recent string of thefts. I had a police officer contact that had told me about a high grade fence that was buying painting in Megapolis for someone. Using my lasso on him, he told me about a warehouse on the south side of the city where he had been directed to take the paintings he obtained.
I arrived to see lights inside the building. I found the unlocked skylight and went inside. You would be surprised at how quietly an Amazon in high heels can be. I love my boots and the heels strangely enough but I was always able to stalk animals back home in armored boots, so heels are nothing. I worked my way through the many crates to the lights.
Peering behind a crate I saw two men. One was a Megapolis police officer named Whiten. I had met him a few times and thought he was a very good officer. He was about six and a half foot tall man of African descent. Very nice and always respectful of me I thought. For some reason he was standing stiffly and stared into the museum ceiling. And his eyes had a disturbing red glow to them.
The other man wore a strange, almost futuristic outfit of a few shades of brown. His dishwater brown hair was brushed back neatly. He had a large nose and almost rat like features. The one thing that stood out was the glowing red gem in place of his left eye. Now that was disturbing.
As I considered my options, he was rolling up one of the stolen painting from the museum. He abruptly stood up straight and seemed to think about something. Then he spoke with a voice that seemed patronizing.
"I have a guest. Ultra Woman, please come out from back there."
He obviously knew I was there so I saw no point in hiding any longer. So I came out and calmly walked towards the two men with my fingers ready at my lasso in case he tried anything.
"You know me, now who are you?" I asked stopping about five feet from him. The small crates in this corner of the museum was crowded with expensive paintings and statues.
He turned to face me. "I call myself the Collector." He gestured at the pricesless artwork around him. "This is only a small amount of my collection."
"Collector?" I replied. "Never heard of you, but you know you'll have to collect some jail time now for this, right?" I said as I reached for my lasso.
"Not at all," he said with equal calm. The gem in his eye flashed and it felt like someone had struck me. My entire body spasmed as I suddenly felt his presence in my mind. It was like he was there, grasping for the controls to my body.
As I struggled inside my own mind, he walked over to me. "You have a strong mind," he said as he grasped my chin, "but nothing can withstand the MindGem!"
I spasmed again and felt something like a snap inside my head. I knew instantly what it meant.
"Stand up straight Ultra Woman," he ordered.
I did, standing with my hands to my sides, my red glowing eyes staring upwards into the distance.
The Collector must have spent ten minutes looking me over. He felt my arms, my breasts, my ass, my belly, my legs, my cheeks...he touched almost every part of my body. He ordered me to smile, and checked my teeth. He ran his fingers through my hair. All I could do was stare ahead with my red glowing eyes and not make my body do a single thing.
Finally his inspection ended. "You are an excellent specimen, Ultra Woman." He seemed to consider something for a moment, then shook his head. "No, not time yet for collecting living specimens. There are so many other things to collect..." he said, trailing off as he ran his fingers of one hand down over my breasts to my costume. He pulled the bustier out an inch, then released it.
He ordered me to strip out of my Ultra Woman uniform and I did. Soon I was standing naked before him, left only wearing my tiara and bracelets. He held up my uniform in front of him. "Very nice, made by Amazons too I assume. I don't have anything Amazon-made in my collection. Excellent."
He looked at Officer Whiten then back to me. "How intriguing. Ultra Woman, the police officer here seems to be aroused by you. Perhaps while I package things up here, I let him indulge? Have any problems with that?"
I could not reply of course, but standing there naked before him, I still felt a chill go through me.
"Good."
My eyes flashed red, and I moved to the officer. I knelt down before him. My hands unbuckled the black belt from the gold buckle. Down went his pants, then his boxers. I grasped his dark brown erection and slipped it into my mouth.
For the next half hour, the Collector finished boxing up his artwork, and my uniform. While he did that, I was getting reamed by Officer Whiten. I still like to think it was the Collector's mind control that made him fuck me so exuberantly, but I suspect he enjoyed it. Who knows?
When the Collector's men came to move his crates, I was bent over a box and the black officer was thrusting into me from behind. It was humiliating to have the four men watch in rapt attention as the police officer grabbed me by the hair, bent me back, and slammed his shaft into me over and over. Hips slapped against my ass, balls swayed against the insides of my thighs.
The men packed the crates into a truck as Whiten ravished me. On my back, on my knees, in my mouth...I could not make my body resist him. Under the Controller's power, I helped him take me.
The controlled officer had already came twice in me, causing me to orgasm as well. When the Collector was about to go, he came over to me as my body shuddered from the thrusts entering me from behind. On my knees, eyes still glowing red, I saw the Collector approach.
"I bid you adieu, Ultra Woman. I would enjoy adding you to my collection, but tonight I limit myself to paintings and statues. One day though..."
Once he left, his power over us started to fade. I would lurch now and then as the black officer kept at it, banging away at my sex from behind. It was like a child learning to drive a car, I slowly regained control.
I ended up using my lasso to make Officer Whiten forget about what had happened, so our business relationship would be unaffected by the hour of mind control and sex.
I have met the Controller since then, and fallen under his control again. I may have not liked what happened, like forced to have sex with the officer, but I did not feel demeaned by it. I had no control over what happened. Mind control does happen, but you cannot regret what the villain makes you do. Only remember it the next time you meet the villain, and defeat him before he can gain control.