Inspired by The Incredibles - Mother & Daughter Relations With Mezmerella (NSFW) commissioned by solddate with art by Oo_Sebastian_oO.
"Wow, mom, it turns out you're a super-whore."
"Thanks Vi, sweetie, it makes me so happy to be used for Mistress Mezmerella's fantasies and pleasure. Pleasure is all I need to feel happy and loved."
"I hope we get to be mistress's whores again," Mirage concluded with a grudging friendliness as they stepped into the elevator from the monorail station.
Together they rode in the rising elevator. The hypnotized women had already gathered their clothes and mostly dressed. Mezmerella and her slaves Helen, Violet and Mirage used the short trip to tidy hair, lick fingers clean or adjust clothes as needed. As Mirage bent to pull her black thong back up her long legs, Mezmerella had stirred from where she leaned possessively watching her harem.
"No, Mirage, I think a final peace offering is in order. Violet, my pet, put Mirage's thong on over your pants."
Mirage twisted and handed Violet her thong, taking care to flash her still puffy pussy and her smooth ass at her mistress (and the other women) through the slits of her dress as she did so. Violet held the thong to her face and inhaled deeply before bending and putting it on.
"Thank you, mistress. I can't wait till you next command me to take it off. Hehe!"
By the time the elevator doors opened Helen and Violet were impeccable in their new white uniforms, hands once again on each other's asses. Mirage had neatened her hair and dress but her normal controlling seductive demeanour was undercut by a definite sexual glow.
Revealed beyond the elevator doors was a cavernous space filled with scientific apparatus tended to by as many as two dozen women. The elevator had opened at the top of a small tower, a viewing platform atop a metal frame, that looked out over the device that dominated the room. It was a huge rectangular frame of strange-looking metal. Parts of it seeming to float in space unconnected to the rest and were instead supported by blue energy fields. Huge bundles of cables as thick as a woman's waist snaked from the various other apparatus around the room and connected to the base of the rectangular frame.
The women tending the machinery, making adjustments at consoles covered in flashing readings or taking measurements they noted on clipboards, were from a multitude of races. But they were all beautiful and wore white lab coats and their hair pulled tightly back in buns or plaits or pigtails. Most sported glasses and thigh-high white stockings held up by garter belts. Many wore white blouses unbuttoned to reveal lacy white bras or generous side-boob. A few wore white cravats or ties. Their looks varied from sexy scientist to fetish librarian to hot headmistress.
But what surprised Helen and Violet was that though the women all wore the orange spiral of slaves somewhere, none wore the logo of Mezmerella. Instead their logo was an orange rectangular frame filled with the same shade of blue as the energy fields in the rectangular device and with a vertical black line within. Nor were their revealing costumes accented in black like those of Mezmerella's entranced lovers. Instead blue broke up the dominant white, coloring bras or garters or edging cutouts that revealed cleavage or ass.
"We're at Metroville U!" Violet blurted out as she spotted the university's clocktower through a skylight.
"That's right, my pet. An annex of the physics department."
"The tests are complete, Mez, we're ready to go." The woman who had spoken had just cleared the stairs leading up to the observation platform. She was a tall blue-eyed blonde, dressed like the other women but somehow clearly in charge. She spoke to Mezmerella but she was looking at Helen with hungry eyes. "I see you've brought the payment."
Mezmerella and the stranger to Helen and Violet shared a brief passionate kiss.
"Girls, this is Doctor Dora Plaines. The first woman I ever hypnotized and fucked."
"Though it took three days of marathon sex before Mez realised what she'd done."
"Oh, and how I agonised about it when I realised. 'What would Elastigirl do?' I asked myself. 'It was an accident.' Then Dora arrived back with her friend Candy. Somehow she'd persuaded her to try a threesome. As an experiment."
"I was dressed as Elastigirl and she was Stratogale."
"And I realised the question wasn't what would Elastigirl do but what would I do to Elastigirl. I got up early the next morning, made some improvements to my equipment and turned Candy into my first sex slave."
"What an experiment. So damn sexy!"
"Of course I tried to turn Dora into my pet slut too, but it didn't work. Something about that first dose was different. I managed to turn her fully lesbian, of course, but she's always been a cooperative ally instead of an obedient slave."
"Heh, I try to be nice to Mez. And in return for my help Mez provides me with sexy geniuses to help me with my work and my fetishes. And now she's brought me the last thing I need before the invasion is ready."
Dora pressed herself into Elastigirl's body. Helen found the sensation immensely enjoyable now she was a lesbian slut. She hoped Dr. Plaines' was going to fuck her, or at least grope her. But she made no move since Mistress Mezmerella had not commanded it. Dora didn't disappoint her, as she moved behind Helen to begin fondling her breasts.
"I love the Power Girl homage, Mez. It's perfect. How can anyone resist?"
Helen smiled happily. She'd never heard of a Power Girl (electrical powers, maybe?) but she couldn't deny the genius of Mistress Mezmerella's design. It really did encourage slaves and villainesses to play with her tits and she loved it. She loved the way Vi was watching her boobies being played with, could see her daughter's excitement as hard dimples in her tight tank top.
"Helen, my pet, my slave?" Mezmerella spoke and immediately her words were the most important thing in Helen's world.
"Yes, mistress?"
"How do you feel about Dora?"
"I- I-" Helen concentrated hard as she tried to answer the unexpected question. How did she feel? She felt whatever mistress told her to feel. And then she realised Mezmerella already had. "Oh mistress, I feel I want to obey Dr. Plaines as utterly as I do you, with only a few exceptions. I won't disobey your orders, mistress. Never! I won't allow her to harm you or your interests. I won't let her hurt or harm me or any of your other slaves. I want her to fuck with my body and mind. I want to be her slave too, mistress."
"Good enough, Dora?"
"Oh, yes, Mez! I've waited for this almost as long as you. Helen, you and I are going to fuck like you can't imagine."
"I'm Mezmerella's payment for all this?"
Helen gestured at the vast complex of scientific equipment. Dora was still playing with her tits but now that she knew she was Dora's slave Helen could feel her pussy getting really wet too.
"Well, you and the money to build it and the slaves to run it."
"I really am Mistress Mezmerella's whore. Hihi. I'm so proud."
"Violet, pet," Mezmerella enquired, "how do you feel about Dora?"
"I- I feel the same as mom. I am her slave and she is my mistress, except for the same rules as mom explained. I hope she likes me licking her cunt as much as you. Hehe!"
"Oh, Mez, such a lovely bonus. You shouldn't have. Violet, I'm sure I'll love you licking my pussy."
Dora licked Helen's ear and the superheroine shivered with pleasure. Hypnotized into lesbian sex slavery she was looking forward more than she could describe to whoring herself in reality for Mistress Mezmerella. She hoped she and Violet would get to fuck each other at the same time as their new mistress Dr. Plaines was fucking them.
"Now, Helen and Violet, be good obedient slaves and happy fucktoys for Dora. I have to make the last arrangements for the invasion so stay here with your new mistress. Mirage, come with me. I need my sex-retary."
Mezmerella and Mirage exited in another monorail carriage and Helen and Violet felt a sharp pang of near physical pain at the departure of their mistress. The two superheroine slaves were alone on the platform with Dr. Plaines.
"Follow me, girls, otherwise I might fuck Elastigirl right here."
"Hehe. I wouldn't mind that."
Dr. Plaines visibily struggled not to grab Helen's boob window and tear it open but Helen and Violet were a little disappointed when she succeeded. Instead she changed the subject as she marched down the metal steps from the observation platform.
"Has Mez told you about your slave-locks yet?"
"No." "No."
"Really? Mez can be so irresponsible some times. I'm a dimensional scientist. I study the nature of dimensions with this device." Dora gestured at the enormous metal frame. "Every dimension has different histories or properties. There's an infinite number of dimensions identical to this one except you're both blonde, for example. But there are some dimensions where everyone is blonde and there's no obvious reason. It's a hidden rule of the universe. Understand?"
"I think so."
"In this universe, our universe, we have hidden rules too. Good always beats evil and superheroines always escape or are rescued before supervillainesses can have their way with their oh-so-fuckable bodies."
"But..."
"Exactly, what has happened to you ought to be impossible. And that's another reason Mez is willing to pimp you out and let me do what I want with you. The spiral logos on your belts that mark you as slaves are actually highly complex dimensional science machines. Almost indestructible. Definitely waterproof. They change the rules of the universe around you so that superheroines can be successfully hypnotized into obedient sex slaves. So don't lose your slave-locks! It takes a few hours for the effect to fully decay but if you lose them someone might be able to free you."
"No! Free from mistress? No!" "That would be horrible!"
"Exactly. Oh, and you've probably noticed you have sexual stamina that a jackhammer would be proud of. The slave-locks are doing that and making you immune to almost all diseases too. I've tried to make them turn our slaves invulnerable but it's too big and obvious a change. The universe reacts and the locks burn out. So, in summary, slaves should always try and wear their slave-locks or at least keep them nearby."
"Yes, Dr. Plaines, I never want to stop showing my love for Mistress Mezmerella, or Vi, or you."
Violet agreed equally fervently.
"Call me Mistress Dora or just mistress, slaves."
"Yes, mistress."
By now Dr. Plaines, Elastigirl and Invisigirl had stepped off the metal stairs leading from the observation platform, wended their way past a lot of mysterious equipment and a few sexy scientist slaves to arrive in front of a backboard and old-fashioned teacher's desk. There was barely space for three women amid all the machinery that surrounded the desk.
"SEMINAR!"
Dora called out in a voice so loud it echoed around the whole vast chamber. The effect was immediate as all the nearby science sluts pushed buttons or turned knobs that sent the machines or instruments they were working with into quiescent slumber. Two dozen women from all around the rectangular frame converged on the already crowded area around the desk. However, in an amazingly precise display of synchronized activity they slid machines on rails or hoisted devices on chains into the air or sank them on hydraulic beds into the floor until a large space had been opened up in front of the desk. Each sexually enslaved researcher then picked up first a desk and then a chair and set them neatly in place until there were six rows of four in front of the desk. Then they sat, adjusted their clothes to be a little sluttier and settled primly at attention.
The whole choreographed performance had taken less than three minutes. Dora filled the time by groping Violet's tits experimentally, while Helen watched proudly. But soon it was Helen's butt that was being squeezed and teased by the mistress of science. Imagining she saw a little disappointment in Violet's eyes Helen stretched an arm out to feel up her daughter. Dora freed one of Helen's slutty funbags to poke through her boob window and began sucking its hard crown.
Even as Helen and Violet's bodies were toyed with they watched the lab-coat wearing slaves lustfully, picking and choosing the scientists they found most attractive and imagining how they could sexually experiment with each slave's body.
"Seminar ready!"
An Indian woman with a soft voice and beautiful accent at the head of the class stood and reported before retaking her seat. She had a red bindi dot on her forehead and she wore her white lab coat over a sari. The fabric of the sari was composed of transparent blue bands that alternated with opaque white silk. The bands were angled at a diagonal and showed her cleavage, her belly and her thighs.
With a wet pop Dora released Helen's nipple from her mouth and stood. Helen and Violet together gave the science sex-slave that had interrupted the start of their fun a venomous look.
"The topic of today's seminar will be Elastigirl. And, additionally, Invisigirl." Dora told her class. Then in a lower voice she added instructions for Helen and Violet. "Violet, strip quickly and show your fellow slaves how fucking hot you are."
"Yes, mistress."
Dora pulled open a drawer in the desk and pulled out a white spandex crop top with the combined E and G of the Elastigirl logo.
"Take your leotard off and put this on instead. I want know I'm fucking the real Elastigirl."
"Oh yes, mistress!"
Helen and Violet headed in front of the desk and took their clothes off as quickly as they could. A part of them was disappointed they weren't going to have the chance to perform another striptease. Violet helped Helen out of her longer gloves and boots. Then as Violet displayed herself to the seminar students, Helen redressed herself in the white crop top. It was too small, stretched taut over Helen's big breasts. With boots and gloves back on Helen joined her naked daughter in leaning back against the desk with legs slightly parted so the slutty scientists could ogle their sex. Their pussies were once again wet and ready for action, their labia lips puffy and parted and clits unhooded, but this time they were properly grateful for the slave-locks at their feet that allowed them to be fucked so frequently.
Elastigirl and Invisigirl were ready to help mistress run her seminar. They both hoped it was going to be practical with lots of demonstrations.
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