Membership fees at Club Absinthe had doubled this year. As much as Wizardess enjoyed the sex club’s amenities, even Skarlette City’s magical crime boss didn’t have the sorcery to pull gold from thin air! She resolved to savor her last visit before resigning her membership.

“I’m sorry to see you go,” said Terence Tartarus. “Have you seen our latest acquisition?”

“It’s no good trying to lure me back in with some hot piece of ass, Tartarus,” Wizardess said. “For the amount of money you’re charging, you’d have to serve up Captain Alpha herself to eat me out.”

“That’s too bad,” the club owner replied. “I think you would really enjoy the talents that Mnemonica has to offer.”

A door opened, and Mnemonica, a founding member of the Libido League of superheroes, walked in. Her face wore the blank, open expression of a deep trance. Her wrists were bound behind her back. A collar and leash hung from her throat.

“How did you capture a superheroine? And a telepath at that?” Wizardess asked, studying the curves of Mnemonica’s enthralled flesh.

“My methods are my own, but I assure you that she has been fully conditioned. Her every ability has been fully programmed under my control. Plus, her telepathy lets her know exactly how you like to be touched.” Tatarus grinned to hear Wizardess gasp at that. “Why don’t you take her for a spin?”

He handed the leash to Wizardess and Mnemonica dropped to her knees. Opening her mouth, the heroine stuck out her tongue. Within moments, the magical crime boss had thrust her crotch onto that tongue. She moaned as every lick stroked her in the exact right place, with the exact right pressure, at the exact right pace. This heroine giving head was heaven!

By Wizardess’s third orgasm, she was too pleasure-drunk to notice strange thoughts swirling through her mind. I need to thank Mr. Tartarus for such pleasure. This feels too good to pass up. I want to renew my membership. Obedience is pleasure.

“Oh my, Mr. Tartarus,” Wizardess gasped between orgasms. “Thank you for this. I can’t possibly leave the Club right now. Ooooh. Maybe you can show me more of your training methods, personally.”

Terence Tartarus smiled as Wizardess thrashed in the throes of another orgasm. Nothing made a better recruitment tool than a brainwashed telepath!

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