The speaker crackled. “Mnemonica to Libido League. Come in, Libido League. Over.”

Sammie Sims fiddled with the receiver controls, Lodestone leaning over her shoulder to reach the microphone. “We read you, Mnemonica. But you’re transmitting audio only. What is your status? Over.” Argent and Sable leaned close so that each could listen to one earphone from a single headset.

Mnemonica’s voice rang out, clear and crisp despite the heavy background static. “I have infiltrated the Dominator’s organization. I have studied its inner workings from deep undercover. I have mapped the chain of command and understand all the Dominator’s strengths. I have gathered valuable intelligence and found no weaknesses. Over.”

Sammie Sims gasped in shock, taking Lodestone’s hand and pulling it to her chest. The magnetic heroine bit her lip as the sidekick’s breasts heaved beneath her fingers. “That doesn’t make any sense, Mnemonica. Every organization has weaknesses. That’s why we sent you undercover. How can you have good intel but not see any weaknesses? Please explain. Over.” Argent slipped her hand around Sable’s waist, pulling her partner’s soft body closer.

The telepath’s voice filled the room, her voice thick with desire. “I have learned so much here. I have learned that The Dominator is too strong for us to oppose. I have learned that he can do things we never imagined. He can train us to do things we never thought possible. He has conditioned me to use my powers in new ways. He’s trained me to broadcast my telepathic control at range, embedding it in a radio signal. You’re feeling it right now. My every word has increased your arousal and lowered your resistance. By now, your bodies are flush with desire and hungry for sensation, your minds open and lusting for release and discipline.”

Mnemonica’s words were clear and strong, but no one was listening. Sammie Sims gazed deep into Lodestone’s eyes as she sucked on the magnetic heroine’s stiff nipple. Argent pushed Sable to her knees and pressed her now-naked pussy against the younger heroine’s eager tongue.

Hearing the sighs and moans, a smile crept into Mnemonica’s voice. “Over.”

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