One Villain
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Well Happy Hallween Season to each and everyone of you! I'm excited I've
been pretty busy lately. Released Open Wide! Last week, this week we have
the conclusion to One Villain. You might remember the story from last
year
https://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID
=157194233349608785
I had written the story late in the Halloween season. Usually I would
write a story for my Patrons on Patreon, and then release it publicly a
month or two later, but since I wanted to release it for Halloween, I gave
the Patrons the full story, and gave the public the first half. Well it's
a year later, and everyone is getting the second half! I hope you all
enjoy!
Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated
as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal
to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of
bondage, feminization and other 'deviant' sexual experiences: don't read
this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any
further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on
yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche,
horrifying and unintentional.
Rules for the subs:
As always, a constant theme in my stories are the rules... and these are
the rules for the un-owned subs that want a little control taken from
them. These are optional, at least until you follow rule #1..
Rule #1 You belong to me until you thank me for your next orgasm. Say
it, "Mistress Dyvia, I belong to you until I thank you for my next
orgasm."
Rule #2 I mark my subs. I prefer lipstick on your lips, thick and
unblotted so you feel me every time you press your lips together. if
unavailable, get a black marker and write my name on your cock, or just
over your pussy.
Rule #3 I over use ellipses... ...really... ...I do... But I enjoy
this. So whenever you see one, give your cock or clit a gentle slap,
nothing painful, but one that will bring you a burst of arousal. And
remember I did this to you, not you. ;)
Rule #4 write me at the end. When you write me.. And you will...
(smooch)... Tell me the hero you would have gone to that concert dressed
as. He or she can be an existing character or one you made up.
Rule #5 When you are done reading the story and writing MIstress, it is
time to cum... Just chant, "I am Mistress Dyvia's thrall!" over and over
again until the orgasm sweeps over you, and be sure to verbally thank your
Mistress, even if I'm not there.
Enjoy.
Mistress Dyvia presents:
One Villain Pt 2
By: Mistress Dyvia
It was mid-afternoon that I decided on another trip to the mall. More
heels, hot lingerie, and so much more. We stopped into the bra store
again, with Sven, my new piggybank, and lots of ideas. I had Sven pick
out some lingerie he thought I would look good in, and had the cashier
hold it out back for me. Then to the shoe store, where I had Sven pick
out the shoes that made me look the hottest, again the cashier held my
choices, then the same with makeup... and then wigs.
We returned to the dress shop, and then I dropped my little bomb on Sven,
as I had the cashier find his sizes, and had him dress up in the lingerie.
A cute teal bra and panty set, they were see-thru and lacy, and absolutely
cute. He blushed as he wore them, but he had no will to refuse me. Even
as I laughed at him, he couldn't stop pulling on the matching hosiery,
even my mocking laughter was an inspiration to him as he knew I was taking
pleasure from his humiliation. "Do you like that Sven?"
"I am happy to please you," he replied.
"Good enough for me. Let's pick a dress. That matches that cute
lingerie," he put his jeans and sweatshirt back on while we walked to the
dress shop, we found a dress in the pile of reserved dresses that matched
them... but I did not make him wear those just yet. Stopped for makeup,
stopped for the wig, and then on the way out of the mall, Sven, my
piggybank of the afternoon, and I stepped in the 'family' restroom. I
took Sven's male clothes and put them into a bag, and handed them to the
piggy bank, and made him leave to throw those clothes away.
When the piggy bank returned, I was already doing Sven's makeup. Not
subtle either, I was making him look like a streetwalking whore. Everyone
he walked past would notice. And then the wig to finish the look.
"You look like a fucking slut," I told him.
"Does that please you, Mistress?" he asked.
I shrugged. "For now, but the real question is, does it please the piggy
bank?"
We both looked at him. "No, Mistress." But I knew that it was because he
wasn't a slave, he was simply compelled to obey.
"Sven, why don't you thank him for his generous donation to your
wardrobe."
Sven nodded. "Thank you for your generous donation to my wardrobe."
I rolled my eyes. "No Sven, get on your knees and open wide so you can
suck his cock."
Understanding crossed his face, and he simply got on his knees and opened
wide with his painted lips... I looked intot he piggybanks eyes. "Feel
encouraged to face-fuck my slut."
His eyes widened, and then he stepped forward unzipping his pants.
As much as I had my fun with him that day, I needed him male during the
day, though I made him dress as a woman at home... I watched Sven get
back to normal, at least somewhat in behavior... publicly... I found a
series of commands that made him act mostly normal, and he, much like many
of the others that were at the concert started embracing their lives as
powerful heroes. Of course, as I was likely the only villain present,
there were not a bunch of super villains for the heroes to fight against.
Instead it was Superbs and Z-men against petty crime and helping with
rescues and traffic accidents... Powers quickly became synonymous with
Celebrity. And yet there I was, as The Mesmerist, pretending to be the
other comic company's hero version of the Enthralltress... Just being one
of the heroes...
Sven and I were invited to a party where there were going to be ten heroes
including two versions of Superb. There was a discussion of forming a
team. I had an idea forming in my head, I could simply look them in the
eye and tell them to obey me, and they would. But I wanted this to be
special. I knew it would take a lot of stamina, and maybe a bit of
soreness for a week to make it happen, but I managed to fuck both Superbs
breaking any will they could ever have. And made it a point to command
every other hero there to obey me. And in one night I had a team of ten
heroes ready at my command.
I have no idea what could have happened.. But over the next few months a
couple groups of supervillains actually did pop up.. And wow, two villains
with Powers just like Superb were among the villains. Granted, they were
not killing or maiming for the hell of it, or anything like that. But
they stole things, usually jewels or high end equipment, I mean who would
ever want that stuff? Hehehe. I have no idea... >)
And please, don't get me wrong, it was fun pretending to be the Mesmerist
during a few of the fights between my heroes and my villains... I mean I
was practically being worshipped, and as of yet, not a single one of the
masses had been manipulated into doing it. I mean I knew eventually I
would, but it was fun seeing how far I could go without that... But... I
had ideas. I had ambitions, and I had plans.
I was sleeping quite soundly in the 'lair' which was essentially the
fortress I had my superbs build me... technically us, i was our hero lair.
When I woke up hearing an odd sound.
A man-like being made of shadows came at me, it had a strange helmet on.
"Don't bother to use your abilities on me Mesmerist, this helmet makes me
immune."
I looked at him in confusion. "Who are you? why are you in my room?"
He stared at me. "I know you are the mind behind the Maleficent Six..."
I shook my head. "Why would I do that?" I wondered briefly if I could
call one of my Superbs before he could attack, or if I could diffuse this
on my own.
"All the heroes took personality traits of the superheroes they were
copying, it would be impossible for a Superb to be a villain by his own
free will. You, to my knowledge are the only one capable of subverting a
free will." He paused. "I just don't understand why you would do it, the
Mesmerist is a champion of righteousness."
I shook my head. "I wouldn't, I would never make a person..," my eyes
widened and I covered my hands to my mouth. "No... no... no... he
wouldn't have..."
His posture changed from aggressive to curious. "What is it?"
"My boyfriend... the night after the concert, I didn't know I had powers
yet..."
"What is it?"
"I was teasing him on my phone, face chat... I told him I wanted him to
be a bad boy, and I wanted him to be naughty for me..," My hands covered
my face. "Nono.. no no... he wouldn't have saved that, or shared it..."
He paused, and took off his helmet. "But that would be something a bad
boy or naughty boy would do..," My eyebrows raised, I hadn't thought of
that, I was just going to make him assume Sven was an asshole.
I shook my head. "No... this isn't right, my powers were used to commit
crimes... to hurt people."
I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, it's alright, we can fix
this. You can fix this."
I put my hand on his shoulder, and looked at, then my gaze moved to his
eyes, and I smiled. "Thank you... You are my slave, and will not use
your powers without my permission or direction. Kneel."
A look of horror and surprise crossed his face even as he knelt down in
front of me. "But you..."
I smiled at him. "I went to the concert dressed as The Enthralltress."
A look of understanding crossed his eyes. "Sociopath, impulsive,
narcissistic, megalomaniac..." He put his head down. "But there were
only supposed to be heroes, the guards were told not to let any villains
in."
I nodded my head. "You make it sound bad. I'm having the time of my
life. And I got in with a technicality since The Enthralltress was
technically on a hero team for a little while... Now, why don't you tell
me who you are and what your powers are," I found it amusing that he
seemed to be taking this a bit personally.
"Shadoweilder, I am a warper, I take energy from shadows and can use it to
twist and shape reality." MY smile widened, and then he added, "On a
small scale."
My smile faded a little bit. "I can still make that work." I paused, and
then called out, "Sven, come here."
A moment later, Sven eagerly came into my room dressed in a pink negligee
like the ones he used to like me wearing. "Yes, Mistress? How may I
serve you?"
"Just stand there..." Then I looked at Shadoweilder. "Shape him into
something that looks like a bimbo. Petite with big tits, and a face that
constantly looks like it is struggling to add two plus two."
There was a seething anger to Shadoweilder's expression, but the shadows
in the room seemed to be drawn to Sven, and a moment later, he looked just
like I said he would. "Mistress?" Sven asked, staring at his new body...
well her new body.
"Go back to bed Sven, we'll give your new body a test run later, you
please me now..." Sven's look of confusion and nervousness altered, and
then a smile started forming on her lips. "Thank you mistress, I'm so
happy to have pleased you tonight!!" She walked out of the room, and went
down to her own room."
Shadoweilder looked at me in anger. "What are you going to do with me?"
he asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know yet, but for tonight, have sex with you."
Confusion crossed his face. "...Sex?"
"Well, yes... of course. I imagine it will serve both of our needs, I'm
sure that super hero ego of yours loves the idea of sleeping with the
villain, and I'd like to think my pussy can convince you to join my side
on your own without constantly having to reinforce your conditioning."
Actually I did not have to reinforce anything, but I did not want him to
be afraid just yet. "Now, come here, and fuck your mistress good and
proper."
I'm pretty sure I saw a smile cross his lips even if he tried to pretend
he did not like it. I reached forward and wrapped my fingers into his
hair and pulled him onto the bed with me. We scooted out ways up to the
pillows... I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked it until he
was hard, and looked him in the eye. "...better fuck me good."
"I will..." he promised.
A moment later he was inside me, and holy fuck, it was the most amazing
piece of cock I've ever had buried in me... I gasped in surprise and let
out a moan of satisfaction. "More..." I raped, and he continued. We must
have been fucking for nearly an hour when I finally had enough coherence
to ask. "You used your powers to make your self bigger?"
He paused. "No, I used my powers to make my size perfect to whatever
partner I'm sleeping with," and with that, he began a rapid thrusting of
his hips, jack hammering into me with speed and desperation that told me
he was about to cum.
I looked at him with a wicked smile and then I wrapped my legs around him
so he wouldn't pull away... when I knew it was too late for him to stop
the orgasm, my eyes closed so he wouldn't think I was using my powers on
him, a question so he would know I was not using my powers on him... "Did
you know if you cum inside me, you will lose your will to me?"
I opened my eyes to see that look of shock on his expression just before I
felt the warmth inside me of that first spurt, and I knew he was cumming.
I looked right into his eyes as that look went from shock, and a need to
resist.. To a broken slave...
I smiled at him and said, "That was wonderful, I think you'll be sleeping
with me regularly."
A broken smile formed on his lips. "It pleases me to serve you Mistress.
I only want your happiness."
"Of course you do." A sideways thought. "In fact I still want my orgasm,
use your powers on yourself and fuck me again."
Eagerly he said. "Yes, mistress!" and the shadows wrapped around his
deflating cock, and it grew to attention again...
Two months later, the teams were preparing for a fight against a black-
suited Superb, he seemed even more super-charged than the other two
Superbs that were on my team. He swore that unless a billion dollars was
placed into a bank by noon time, he would use his flight, speed and
strength to fly into orbit and come crashing down on the capital at such a
speed it would wipe out all life within a thousand miles. The demand was
made at midnight, it was now 11:45 pm. The whole world was tuned in.
Admittedly, over the past few months the fact The United States had over
one thousand super heroes was nerve wracking to our friends and enemies in
the international communities. There were no others in the world, and
ninety-five percent were in a single city. Some had demanded that the
authorities round us up, while others demanded promises not to allow us
outside the borders, while still others demanded that we were registered,
none of that happened because of... well... me... You know a phone call to
senator, and yes it is easier than you think when you can direct phone
numbers to everyone's superiors with just the compulsion in my voice. And
then when it's time for the vote in the House of Reps, only a few people
feel any desire to pass it... I certainly couldn't make it unanimous,
people might suspect there was an improper amount of external influence...
But here we were getting ready for one attempt to raid the compound. My
two superbs went in first. A girl named Happily chased in second as she
used her ability to create bursts of light to blind him... Distracted,
the two Superbs tried to hold him as they crashed out of the building.
Fire-Phoenix went in next with her flaming wings of hellfire, which
couldn't actually kill Superb, could cause him pain. A team of Z-men were
ready, and charged him from the back, taking the whole team to stop his
reverse momentum, But he was stronger than the other Superbs. A single
punch to one of my team's superbs created a shockwave that knocked every
person standing on their ass... including me... grr... as well as
breaking every window within five miles and let's not get started with
what happened to car alarms...
A battle that happened in less than five minutes... And when the two
superbs had him on the ground, fire-phoenix created a fire that prevented
him from flying upward. The Z-men kept him from backing up, and then I
stepped forward. "Stop Struggling... I held my head like the Mesmerist
would. And he looked me in the eye, and did. "On your knees. Surrender
to my team."
He looked at me and nodded. "I surrender."
There seemed to be a sigh of relief. Probably all around the world.
A reporter tried to ask for some interviews and thoughts on just what
happened from some of the better known heroes, and all of them had
declined. I waved a hand over to the reporter. "I can give you an
interview and maybe some important information if you want it."
Her eyes grew wide. "Good eveing, this Trisha Black form WPRA news, I'm
live with The Mesmerist, and she has some important information for all of
us."
"Live?" I asked, feigning shock.
She nodded her head. "What can you tell us about what happened?"
I nodded my head. "I orchestrated it all so I could get on live
television, You are all my slaves. I am your queen. You are very proud
of this new fact in your life. If it's safe, kneel, if not, get safe and
kneel." A look of surprise on their faces, the camera operator,
producer, and the reporter kneeled, as I took her microphone. In my
peripheral vision I saw others kneeling as they watched the live feed on
their phones. "Find this recording on your device, show it to all your
friends if they haven't seen it, share it on your social media..." And I
knew that ninety nine percent of the population of any first world country
would be my slave within two days.
I handed the microphone back to the reporter and as I approached my three
Superbs. "You all did wonderful..." As I walked away, only one thing
left. "Now I just need a crown."
~~~Epilogue~~~
200 years later...
Emil ran as fast as he could from the oasis. He tried not to stay in the
sun for long, sometimes he heard stories of people being taken in the
desert and never being seen again. It was always rumored the Queen's
forces took them. Supposedly, she was an immortal being who controlled
the world with with her beauty. But the people of the desert resisted
her, but they had nothing she wanted so she let them be, as long as they
weren't in the open when her servants flew by...
He ran into a cave, it was large, and several families lived inside.
Places like this littered the desert. He was nearly old enough for a
betrothal, his beard on his chin was now longer than his thumb after
all... but he did not know who his family had decided he would marry. He
was unsure whether or not they had even started to look, but he was
impatient.
He got to the alcove where he slept, and continued to dig, he wanted a
small place to hide his secret treasure, his gift to the whatever woman
his parents deemed he should marry. And he felt something, it was metal.
He started to dig around it, and pulled it out, it was metal. He did not
recognize the shape, but it looked like something for pouring water maybe?
There was a handle on one end, an area for holding liquid on another, and
a spout of some sort. He started rubbing at an inscription, not that he
could read...
Smoke came from the spout, and a form appeared and quickly became a man
with skin as red as a sunset stood before him. "Hello young master, I am
here to grant you one wish. What would you like it to be?"
He looked confused. "You are a devil? I will not bargain my soul."
"No bargain. You get a wish, that is my punishment. Not a punishment that
I extend to you."
The boy looked confused. "What can you grant?"
He smiled. "What do you want?"
The boy thought. "Can you keep my family healthy and fed?"
The being shrugged. "I can, but perhaps you want to be a bit more
ambitious?"
The boy thought. "A wife that is beautiful and will bear me many
children?"
He nodded his head. "Again, yes, but you might want to think bigger?"
The boy paused again. "What did the last person that you served wish
for?"
"Initially world peace, but I told him without subverting free will that
would be virtually impossible, as there weren't enough world resources to
keep everyone satisfied... The man already had money and power, so he
thought of his next great plan, he made a musical festival with his money,
and invited people to dress as heroes and paragons of virtue... and every
person in the 'concert,' as he called it, would take on the powers and
personality of their namesake. He knew that a world of heroes would bring
peace in a way that money could not."
The boy asked, "Did it work?"
The being shrugged. "I do not know, he made his wish in the middle of
this 'concert,' I snapped my fingers and in a flash of green I was back in
my prison cut off from the world until you let me out."
The End.
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