Inspired by The Incredibles - Mother & Daughter Relations With Mezmerella (NSFW) commissioned by solddate with art by Oo_Sebastian_oO.
Mezmerella pressed a button on her remote control and Mirage, Elastigirl and Invisigirl stopped redressing themselves to stand at attention. Their expressions were blank, their eyes unblinking and their mouths hung open a little. Mezmerella had suspended their minds or at least their personalities. Programming this sexual training scenario into her slaves would take a little time. She talked into the remote control unit as in their mindless trances her slaves obeyed their first new orders and resumed dressing.
With one exception. Violet pulled down her pants to briefly expose a pussy obviously aroused and ready for sex. She tied Mirage's thong around her one thigh like a garter and then pulled her white pants back up.
After a few minutes Mezmerella had finished programming her slaves' through the remote control. She pressed another button and the three hypnotized women marched to the end of the monorail station. They took up poses like abandoned marionettes with arms held out loosely.
"Ahem," began Mezmerella loudly, clearing her throat, "Violet Parr was an eager student."
Helen and Mirage remained frozen in their unnatural poses but Violet sprang suddenly to life. She no longer saw the clean white walls of the monorail station. Instead she saw a school classroom. Her face adopted a preppy studious expression and her hand shot up into the air, +-as if eager to answer a teacher's question.
"But Violet was such a shy girl. Hehe."
Violet's face suddenly turned crimson with embarrassment and her arm wilted as she realised everyone was looking at her. Mezmerella had asked her slave lots of questions about her life which Violet had been only too happy to answer. Now Mezmerella was using them as inspiration for a pornographic reenactment.
"Violet fell in with some naughty sexy girls when she arrived at university. They seemed friendly, they gave her drinks and they got her drunk. How naughty, hihi."
Violet's face turned happy again and she looked drunk as she staggered a bit in place. Mezmerella's narration went straight to her subconscious and became her reality. Right now she was every bit as drunk as if she'd really had alcohol.
"The Sapphic Slut Shack was the sleaziest of stip clubs in the wrong part of town. Violet would never have gone there sober. But the naughty sexy girls dragged her drunk ass there."
Violet looked drunk but still a little worried as she looked round what was to her was the lurid red peeling paint of a tawdry tacky dive filled with butches and bitches hooting and braying at the performance of a few more glamorous women dancing round poles.
"And as she watched the strippers she had a drunken revelation. She admired them. They weren't embarrassed to dance, or jiggle their tits, or shake their booties or strut around with their pussies on display. They weren't shy at all. She admired the slutty strippers and she wished she could be like them."
Mirage and Helen sprang to life, strutting about between Mezmerella and Violet. They tossed their hair, they shook their asses and they stroked their crotches all the time with big happy grins on their faces. They didn't take off any clothes though, their programming wouldn't allow it till Mezmerella's narration specifically commanded it. Violet watched the two older women strutting their stuff completely mesmerized. (Well, not as completely mesemerized as she had been by Mezmerella's spirals. But quite mesmerized.)
Mezmerella gave it a minute or two, admiring her slaves' sexy bodies and enjoying the fantasy she was imposing on Violet.
"One of the naughty girls dragged Violet into the toilets, into a cubicle, and she licked Violet's snatch."
Helen walked back to the end of the station and resumed her broken marionette stance, her behaviour preprogrammed. Mirage became the naughty girl of Mezmerella's narration and dragged Violet to the curved wall of the monorail station. Violet and Mirage both acted drunk as Mirage pulled down Violet's pants to lick her pussy.
"Violet loved it. Hehe, my slutty pet. But she was imagining first one and then another of the stripper's with their tongues in her cunt. That's why she came so easily. Like she imagined one of the slut's on stage did. Then she pushed the naughty girl against the cubicle door and licked her pussy. Hihi. All the time imagining she was worshipping sexy stripper slit. Tongue slut again, Vi. Hehe."
Together Mirage and Violet acted out their narrated instructions. Violet was already wet from helping her mom fuck Mirage, and from watching Mirage and Helen display themselves for her drunken pleasure. Mirage's licking was quickly rewarded as Violet's begging for stripper-tongue to go faster and deeper was followee rapidly by cries of pleasure and the nectar of her orgasm. Then it was Mirage's turn as she was pushed against the wall of the monorail station, that to her was the door of a cubicle in a strip-club. Violet spread Mirage's pussy lips with two fingers like a 'V' and licked the sensitive pink flesh of the femme fatale's cunt between them.
It took Mirage longer to come on Violet's face but she did in quieter moans of pleasure. The narration hadn't specified but Mirage and Vi's programming compelled them to kiss afterwards. Violet didn't take her fingers from her lips and she kissed Mirage from between her fingers.
"The naughty sexy girls soon lost interest in Violet, but Vi went to the Sapphic Slut Shack every chance she got. She learned the strippers' names and she ogled their sexy bodies till she knew them perfectly. She threw cash on the stage and she stuffed it into their bras and panties. Soon all her loans and her money from home was gone, all for a few extra jiggles and a chance to feel up her favorites' tits and asses."
Mezmerella sped through the narration, she was getting horny now. Violet tossed pretend money on a stage only she could see and pretended to stuff cash into Mirage's bra and the panties actually tied around Vi as Mirage marched past on the way to resume her awkward pose beside Helen.
"Eventually Violet had no more cash. It looked like the end till one of the strippers took pity on her. And as she finally, and for what she feared was the final time, licked stripper pussy tears formed in Violet's eyes." Helen sprang to life, ready to be the stripper her daughter was going to tongue fuck. But Mezmerella's impatience was too great. She selected Helen on her remote and pressed cancel. And Helen stopped being a kind stripper and became a broken marionette again. "Violet was so happy and so sad. But the stripper said, 'Don't cry, tongue slut, why don't you become a stripper? You know the moves, it makes me hot the way you watch'. And as she came on Violet's face the shy student was baptised in pussy juice and reborn a slutty stripper."
Violet looked at her mom and Mirage in brief confusion, the narration leading her subconscious expecting one of them to present their pussies to her for oral sex. Then she compensated, kneeling for cunnilingus with an imagined stripper. She mimed spreading the stripper's pussy and once again began licking through her fingers. It was impossibly lewd as her tongue lick and lashed between her V-finges. It was almost beatific as she shook in revelation at her new stripper status.
"Violet Parr was reborn as V-licious, the most enthusiastic, greedy and slutty stripper working at the Sapphic Slut Shack."
Violet stood and strutted toward Mezmerella. To her she was strutting forward towards the stage, and her audience, and her own gleaming silver pole. She moved in time to music only she could hear. Her heart was already beating faster. She loved performing, eager for the attention almost as much as the green cash. As Mezmerella watched a transparent purple podium and pole formed, created by Violet's superpowers. They were a little crude and the strain of using her powers this way was evident on Violet's face. Of course the hypnotized heroine wasn't aware she was using her powers at all as she stepped on to the podium and grabbed the force-field pole in both hands.
"V-Licious was the most enthusiastic dancer at the strip club," Mezmerella repeated as Violet began to slink and sway around the pole, "She loved bouncing her tits and shaking her ass, sending the customers wild. It turned her on. She was a slut."
Violet had already performed one striptease for Mezmerella today but that didn't dampen her enthusiasm as she bent at the waist to shake her booty for the audience she was hypnotized into imagining, or licked her way up and down the pole. Mezmerella continued to narrate instructions that Violet unconsciously followed until her black gloves and boots were discarded and she had kicked her white-and-black tank top into Mezmerella's arms. Topless and sweating a little from the combination of dancing and maintaining her powers she wrapped her breasts around the pole and slid them slowly up and down as her fingers formed a V that pinched ran her hard nipples.
"You make me so horny, you bitches," Violet moaned loudly to herself, fully into the character of the trampy stripper. In a real strip club it wouldn't have carried over the music she was supposed to be dancing to but Mezmerella heard it loud and clear. Violet wrapped a leg high around her pole and leaned all the way back to shake her tits. She brought her fingers to her mouth and extended her tongue through them, pretending to lick a pussy. "Yeah, yeah, you like that almost as much as I do."
Mezmerella allowed the hypnotized heroine to display her tits a few more minutes, shaking and bouncing and wrapping them around the pole, before she moved on. Increasingly though Vi was wrapping her legs around the pole and sliding up and down it. Rubbing her cunt against it through the material of her white pants. And all of the time running her V-ed fingers over her body, pinching her nipples and poking her tongue through them.
"Violet loved pole dancing and stripping. Together they made her wet and wild. Hihi," Mezmerella laughed as Violet planted her ass against the pole and spreading her legs wide grabbed her ankles to shake her hair and tits with total abandon. "But she was a greedy slut. She wouldn't go all the way until enough greenbacks had been tossed on the stage with her."
Mezmerella mimed throwing money at the stage and though Violet continued to dance around the pole her eyes were lit with greedy calculation as well as arousal. She began to pull at her pants, teasingly pulling them lower, until suddenly with one last mimed fling of money she descended to her haunches and stepped free of her pants. She wore nothing underneath except for Mirage's black panties repurposed as a garter.
Violet had her back to the pole as she grabbed it with her hands high, her hips gyrated as she slowly circled the pole to flash her pussy. She gave and held a few high kicks where she imagined the audience had been particularly generous with the cash. After one rotation she turned and bent at the waist to grab the pole low by one hand. Her hips bounced up and down and her free hand alternated between spreading her pussy lips and grabbing imaginary money to stuff into her thong-garter. By the time Violet was dancing slinkily against the pole while painting her glistening nipples with juices extracted by probing fingers from her leaking pussy Mezmerella decided it was time to move on to the next stage.
"V-Licious loved stripping. Loved her audience. Loved cash. But right now she was incredibly, hehe, horny and she loved her pole. Loved fucking it. Hihi!"
Mezmerella laughed and clapped with delight as the hypnotized heroine Violet Parr regarded the purple pole with smouldering half-crazed lust. But even Mezmerella was shocked into silence as suddenly Violet jumped into a handstand and performed a side splits before rubbing her cunt against the pole. She wasn't very stable so it wasn't long before her legs wrapped around the pole as she continued to hump it upside-down.
"Wow, you're more than just a talented little tongue slut, my pet, hehe," Mezmerella told herself quietly. Then more loudly she continued to narrate. "Violet continued her solo sex show. But unknown to her two more women were entering the Sapphic Slut Shut. Mirage was a regular but this was Helen Parr's first visit."
Mirage and Elastigirl sprang to life a little jerkily, a bit stiff from holding their awkward poses for so long. Helen mimed opening a door for Mirage. To them this was entirely real, right down to the smell of cheap booze from the strip club's bar. V-Licious knew her audience wanted a lengthy show so she was on her hands and knees licking her juices from the pole with exaggerated slutty enthusiasm. Helen and Mirage mimed looking for and finding a seat. The seat was actually a pile of scarlet cushions from the monorail car. Mirage sat first and Helen sat on her lap.
"Mirage had paid good money for Helen Parr's body. Helen was a lesbian prostitute, secretly selling herself to fund her daughter through college. Money her daughter had spent on strippers. Neither knew how the other was really making money. Helen loved whoring as much as Violet loved stripping. She'd never faked an orgasm for a client. Knowing she was getting paid got her off every time. She was a slut."
Mirage began to play with Helen's tits as Elastigirl began a sexy lap-dance atop the femme fatale. Both women watched Violet perform with growing arousal. Mezmerella's programming meant that the raven-haired heroine kept her back to them as Violet executed a standing front split to allow her audience to really get to know her shaved cunt.
"Shake your money-maker, whore," Mirage joked as Helen's lap-dance briefly slowed as her attention focused on the sexy slut on stage.
"I ought to charge you extra for public sex," Helen replied, also joking. Mirage responded by wriggling a finger under the edge of Helen's white leotard and worked just the tip of her finger into the hooker heroine's cunt. "Mmmm, maybe not. You did bring me to a great new place with some hot fucking meat."
Helen pulled the bottom of her leotard aside so that her jane could properly fuck her snatch.
"And as the friction against her beloved pole brought Violet close to orgasm, and as Mirage fed two fingers into Helen's cheap cunt their eyes finally met..."
Violet swung quickly around the pole, one leg around it the other outstretched almost horizontal to the stage, one hand on the pole the other flung wide. She landed on one knee with her leg still outstretched and put two fingers into her snatch. The other moved to her mouth with fingers once again in a V as she simulated oral sex. Then Violet saw her mom and froze. V-Licious wore nothing more than her slave-collar and in her mind she was finger-fucking herself in front of dozen's of women.
"But V-Licious's reaction was strange. She never knew why but she tossed some of the money from the stage at her mother."
Violet obeyed the narration, hypnotized to obey it without question. She grabbed unreal dollars and tossed them at her mother. Mirage obeyed her programming too.
"Goddess, that stripper's a hot slut," Mirage told Helen as she continued to piston her fingers in and out of the MILF's surprisingly tight wet snatch. Helen was so fucking easy her pussy muscles were already beginning to squeeze and milk Mirage's fingers. She didn't care. "And she's got the right idea. Dance with her and I'll double what she threw at you."
Mirage pulled her fingers out of Helen's cunt and pushed the whore off her lap. With a smack of Helen's partially bared ass she was propelled towards the stage.
"Helen was a greedy whore. She didn't hesitate to climb up on the stage and flaunt her body. To her this was an audition for a great deal more paid sex."
Bound to the narration Helen got up on the purple force-field podium and strutted round, pulling at her leotard to show the imaginary audience first her tits through her boob window and then her leaking cunt. Just teasing at first, a brief peekaboo and then concealed again, but soon both tits were bouncing free and proud through her boob window. After a few circuits of the pole she was swinging around it. She stopped suddenly, in profile from Mezmerella's point of view, and she pressed her breasts against the pole. Violet was already there, boobs wrapped round the pole. They both felt a shock of forbidden pleasure as their hard nipples pushed into each other's soft titflesh.
"Mom, I didn't know you were a stripper!"
"I wasn't, Vi. Not until today. Not until you turned me into one!"
Violet couldn't help rubbing her clit against the pole as the erotic charge of those words exploded down her spine into her nipples and pussy. This close the pole smelt of Violet's sex and her daughter's reaction set Helen thrusting her hips into the pole too. Before long Elastigirl was on her hands and knees with her crotch rubbing against the pole and first one leg and then the other raised almost painfully high as Violet pulled her mother's thigh-high black boots off. Gloves followed and then Helen's leotard was around the belt at her waist and her tits were completely free.
"Mom, you're not a stripper till you have a stripper name. Hihi. I'm V-Licious."
Violet giggled, ignoring the fact her mom had almost finished exposing herself while dancing round a stripper pole.
"I'm sure you are, young lady," Helen could resist licking Violet's nipple. The pole was flavoured with Violet's pussy and metal, but pussy and flesh was far more delicious. Or even V-Licious. "I know just the name for me."
Helen strutted toward Mezmerella and the front of Violet's small purple force-field stage.
"I'm devilishly divine," she announced loudly, "I'm Hell-en Heaven."
Then the hypnotized Elastigirl pulled her leotard down and off to reveal her obviously aroused pussy. She parted her legs a little and gyrated and thrust her hips to give her audience a good long sexy look at her whore-, no, her stripper-whore cunt.
What followed were mostly the same moves as Violet had just demonstrated, only with a second pair of tits or legs. But Helen worked her booty with incredible vigor. Her ass bounced, her bare butt gyrated and her sweat-glistening booty wiggled. It finally drove two of Mezmerella's fingers under the parting hidden beneath her belt and into her overheating pussy.
"Crazy with lust who knows what might have happened?" Mezmerella needed to end this quickly. She needed Helen's ass. "But Mirage had seen enough and now she wanted the body she'd paid for..."
"Helen, you ho. Get down here. I'm so fucking horny. And bring your friend."
Helen looked regretfully at Violet. They were both slick with sweat, though Violet skin was glowing more by far with exertion. The things they could still do on this stage. But she was a pro. A professional and a prostitute and Mirage was a regular. She climbed down from the stage, pulling at Violet's hand as she did so.
"Normally Violet would serve drinks topless after a show, but tonight she wanted to meet her mother's hot date."
Violet hesitated. There was still a lot of fucking money on the stage, or at least as far as her hypnotized mind was concerned there was. One of the other girls would gather up their clothes and Violet trusted them enough to know they'd only take a small cut of the money left on the stage. Fuck it! It wasn't every day she got to prance around a strip club with her mom, both of them naked like the horny sluts they clearly were.
As soon as Violet stepped off the purple force-field podium it and the pole disappeared. None of the women caught in Mezmerella's hypnotic spell noticed the difference.
"Mmm, V-Licious, do you do private dances? I'm hoping for a really happy ending. I can pay. Just ask your new partner Helen. Hihi."
Violet looked like she didn't know how to react. Which was only natural as Mezmerella had left no programming for this question. And now her mistress was too caught up in pleasuring her self and remembering her ass-slave's gyrations to cover the gap.
"I- I-," Violet's dialogue had all been ad-libbed within Mezmerella's parameters but now her greedy stripper persona had to make a decision of its own. "I can give you a private dance. Fuck, I love it when women watch my tits and ass. Shower me in cash and I'll make it so you can't stop touching yourself."
Happy with the answer Mirage stuffed an imaginary note into Violet's garter. All three women saw a benjamin clear as day.
"Violet, I didn't know you were a whore!"
And with those words Violet's programming resumed and she knew exactly what she had to say and do.
"I wasn't. Not until now. Not until you turned me into one!"
Violet grabbed Mirage's hand and pushed one of her fingers into her cunt.
"Oh, yes! Fuck that's good. My whore cunts even sluttier than my stripper cunt. Follow me and don't let it out or I'll charge extra."
Violet moved off slowly, imagining she was leading the way to a private room but really just walking in a small circle. Helen slipped her own fingers into Mirage's cunt and followed their lead. They continued walking in a small circle while Mezmerella pulled herself together, and threw a surprisingly large number or cushions from the monorail car and on to the floor of the station. She kicked them about until they covered the area of a king-size bed and then stood in the middle of them to finally resume her narration.
"When they entered the private room, Mezmerella was waiting for them. They all recognised her at once. Violet knew her as the owner of the Sapphic Slut Shack. Helen and Mirage knew her as Helen's pimp. Enthusiastically the experienced whore and the new whore paid Mezmerella her cut. They knew they were her property and she could use them how they liked. She gave Mirage a dollar and that transformed her into a whore just like the others. And they fucked happily ever after."
Helen and Violet were already naked and kissing as Mezmerella mimed handing Mirage a dollar. Immediately the femme fatale was compelled by the narrative to become an obedient whore too instead of Helen's client. Mirage quickly took off her flimsy white dress which was all she still wore apart from her collar and helped her pimp Mezmerella undress.
Mezmerella's head dived between Helen's ass and the foursome began.
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