I’ve been having thoughts far too much lately, I need someone to fuck me so hard, I can’t think. Literally fuck my brains out until I’m a drooling, empty-headed bimbo whose only thought is the feeling of your cock in my hole
TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, intimate whumper, restraints, corruption
Are your bonds comfortable, Hero? I wouldn’t want to cause any damage to your precious muscles and nerves. You are the city’s shining hope, after all. Or at least, you have been until now.
Good, now we can have a proper chat. You can just listen carefully to everything I have to say.
Oh, don’t glare at me like that. How many times have we clashed now? And every time you manage to resist my lovely compelling Voice just enough to stop my plans, just enough so that I must escape by the skin of my teeth. You must have known it might come to this eventually, a time when my compulsions are too strong for you to fight, a time when my Voice finally brings you to your knees.
I’ve been training, dear hero, training especially for you. Training for you, because you’re really the only one in this city worth controlling. You’re better than all of them. We both know that. And I know how you feel about me, because I’ve seen the look in your eyes when my compulsions take hold of your pretty little mind.
No, no, be quiet. Be quiet.That’s it, there you are. Oh, the delicious expression on your face when I use my Voice on you. I’ll never get enough of it.
Most heroes look terrified, you know, to have their thoughts pulled out from under them, to find their body out of their control. Terrified, angry, defiant – that’s how the other heroes look. But you’re different. In that moment when I weave my spell on you, when you feel your mind go hazy and your body stop obeying your commands, I see something else in your eyes. I see relief. Deep, unmistakable relief.
