It had been three days since Marionette had sunk her hooks into Argent.

Not hooks. Fingers. Long, shapely, talented fingers that had sunk deep, deep, deep into Argent’s dripping pussy. Strong, soft, powerful fingers that had sunk deep, deep, deep into the heroine’s brilliant mind. Fingers that had massaged her resistance to dreamless sleep. Fingers that had stroked a lust for obedience to ascendence in Argent’s pleasure-drunk mind.

So deep was Marionette’s control that even the shock of learning that her teammate Lodestone had been Marionette’s secret fuck-puppet for months couldn’t rouse Argent to fight against the bliss. By this time, her control was so deep that Marionette didn’t even need to sink her enslaving fingers into Argent’s needy little quim. Anywhere she touched her bare skin was enough, each touch of her finger like a burning brand of desire on Argent’s soul.

It was so deep, that Marionette could afford to indulge herself with an outing to the beach. Strolling through the crowds in their skimpy bikinis, the trio wasn’t the supervillainess Marionette and her two finger-fuck-puppets Argent and Lodestone; they were merely Mary-Annette and her giggly girlfriends Alexis and Lina.

Every time Argent saw a police officer she might signal for help, Marionette would touch her shoulder and she’d hear her own Alexis-voice flirting with the cop and wishing her a good day. Every time Argent saw a pickpocket she ought to stop, Marionette stroked the small of her back. As Alexis, she’d moan and pull Lina close for a passionate kiss that would distract any onlookers from the crime. The day was drenched in pleasure, with so much temptation to resist, and so much reinforcement to obey.

Until she saw Yvonne Yates wading out of the surf. The brunette was Alexis’s lover and Argent’s crimefighting partner, Sable. Argent froze as she approached, her willpower struggling to wake itself from the luxurious web of pleasure it had been cocooned in. If she could just let Sable know she had been enslaved, there was hope for rescue!

“So nice to bump into you, Yvonne. That is such a cute swimsuit,” chirped Lina, showing no signs of struggle. “Let’s step into the shade of this snack stand so I can take a picture of it.”

Yvonne looked at the three of them with all the suspicion she had learned as Argent’s sidekick Sable. “I didn’t think you and Alexis were the beach type, Lina. Who’s your friend?”

Argent wanted to scream She’s Marionette! Help us! But instead felt those fingers on the curve of her hip. She heard her Alexis-voice say, “She’s our friend Mary-Annette, chum. Step into the shade and I’ll introduce you.” Alexis’s face smiled.

Yvonne stepped into the shade, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Alexis, you haven’t checked in with anyone in three days! We were about to call out Captain Alpha to search for you.”

Argent leaned close to her young lover. If I can’t shout, maybe I can whisper a warning. She pressed her cheek against Yvonne’s and breathed into her ear, “Sable, I …”

Fingers brushed her ass, waves of desires crashed within her. She turned her head and pressed her lips against Yvonne’s, just the way her partner liked it. She sighed into the kiss. Marionette leaned into her, one hand gliding beneath the waistband of Yvonne’s bikini. Argent felt every muscle in Sable’s body go taut.

Taking Sable’s face in both hands, Argent smiled. “It’s okay, Sable. Mistress Marionette is going to make you her fuck-puppet, just like she’s made me and Lodestone. Be a good girl, chum, and cum for Mistress.”

Sable let out a cry of passion. Argent muffled it with a kiss. Fingers pressed against the crotch of her suit. Her own climax shuddered through her with one overriding thought. Since I can never be free, at least I can be with my love in service to our Mistress.

A sequel of sorts to “Looks Can Be … Deceiving?” and “Nudge.”

A coffee-powered creation for B_B, requested on Ko fi.

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