It was dark in Fortune City, the right time of day for Bethany Hunter to do her work. Of course, this was not the kind of work that the Private Investigator could perform. No, for this job, the brunette with her exquisite looks and supermodel-like figure needed to don a different persona. As she opened the window to the darkened office, her alter-ego was revealed in a sliver of light from a nearby skyscraper.
A dark visor went over her eyes. The technological visor, giving her excellent night vision, combining the best of imagining intensifiers and thermal sensors. Thus, the darkly encapsulated room was clear as day to her; all be it in black and white. Her long brunette hair fell in long curls over her shoulders. A black leotard clung to her body, accenting her curves but these curves were athletic and feminine. Probably what looked best in the form-fitting synthetic leotard, was Bethany’s bust and bum. Her zipper to her suit was located in the front. She had it lowered, forming a V to her chest. As a result, her tanned skin was on display along with a hint of her breasts. This strategic unzipping had distracted many a foe. Her bum too was accented with the leotard hugging her booty and showing off her toned rear.
Stepping into the room, she also showed off her long legs, which were dressed in fishnets worn over tanned pantyhose. The layering of the two kinds of nylon gave her legs a sexy almost showgirl quality. It also showed off the strength in her legs as well as their alluring form. Legs swept into a pair of black under the knee boots. Worn for their practicality, they didn’t have high heels, but comfortable and quiet flat soles.
As she stood to her full height, Beth was revealed in her full costumed glory. A cape hung off her shoulders, and a utility belt encircled her waist. Another smaller utility strap was wrapped around her thigh. Her alluring presence and dark clothes marked her as Nocturne, Mistress of the Night. Now, time to find the evidence I need, Nocturne thought as she walked into the darkened office of one Dr. Naomi.
The doctor presented herself as a caring and brilliant psychologist. However, Bethany had learned a number of her patients had given up huge sums of money or otherwise ruined their lives committing acts of criminal or personal self-destruction. One of the family members of these victims had approached PI Hunter to get to the bottom of this. Bethany had, however, only gotten more questions than answers. Nothing suggested the people who saw Dr. Naomi had been acting in any way under the influence of blackmail. Those who had paid huge fees did so without question, and even a few defended the doctor greatly. The only way she would get answers Bethany decided, was by checking on the good doctor’s files herself. It was the perfect task to do as her costumed alter-ego.
Moving towards the doctor’s desk, Nocturne carefully used her visor to scan for any security devices. Not seeing anything, she explored the desk’s contents. It was a desk filled with usual things; pens, sticky notes, random clutter. As she moved away from the desk, Nocturne looked to the wall behind it. Here there were bookshelves with different psychological and mental health texts, calming pictures and painting, and well hidden behind a wood-paneled wall; a safe!
Bethany smiled as she spotted the faint lines of the opening around the wooden panel. Her visor revealed a spot which had some residual heat, like where someone pressed their fingers to trigger a hidden latch. Pressing her gloved fingers against it, Nocturne heard a quiet click, and the panel was able to swing out. Gently moving it, the Mistress of the Night saw a complex safe hidden underneath.
“Perfect,” Nocturne whispered. She pulled from her belt a small modified smartphone. A gift from a Star Maiden in Chicago, it was a specially built code cracker and could defeat most electronic security measures. Nocturne found the right connector needed and plugged the USB cord into the safe. Using the program written by Cassie, she let the computer do its magic and crack the codes for the safe. After a few moments, there was a vibration in the device, and a second later the safe unlocked.
Nocturne opened the large wall safe to see tons of material inside. Portable hard drives, small old-fashioned tapes for recording, notebooks which had to be patients’ logs; everything Dr. Naomi stored was here. If there were evidence of some scheme or plot, Bethany would find it here. As she began going through the safe’s contents, Nocturne didn’t notice the small light which pinged at the front of the safe.
After a few minutes of investigating, Nocturne had skimmed some of the patient notes. Maybe I need to look at these hard drives. However, taking one of the drives wouldn’t work. She pulled out her special code breaker. One of its other functions was as a flash reader. It could crack the security of the hard drive and copy the files over. Her little gadget had one Terabyte of memory,
remember to thank Cassie again for this. As she began copying the first hard drive, her visor flashed with a bright light.
“Ah!” she winced and closed her eyes. Counting to three, she opened them again seeing that her visor had auto-adjusted for brighter light. It had done so because the lights in the office, had come on.
Nocturne snapped her head towards the entrance of the office and standing there was Dr. Naomi. The beautiful doctor stood with her hair pinned up, wearing a silken white blouse, partly unbuttoned. A black skirt hugged her thighs, stopping at mid-thigh. Her legs were dressed in dark pantyhose, with black heels. A hand on her hip, the doctor smiled, “Well, isn’t this a surprise.”
“Dr. Naomi,” Nocturne said, her voice hiding her frustration. I must have missed something, damn it!
“Nocturne,” Naomi answered, walking forward with slow clicks of her heels. “I must admit, my colleagues and I have joked about getting to meet you, and do a session but, I never imagined it would actually happen.” She flashed a smile, “Although, office hours are closed.”
“My mistake,” Nocturne responded. Her hand slowly moved towards her belt. I can toss a flashbang and stun her long enough to escape, Bethany plotted but what she didn’t count on was Dr. Naomi having been prepared for such an encounter.
“Yes, in fact, one of the last ones you will make,” Dr. Naomi said as she pulled out a small control from her skirt and clicked it. Nocturne tensed, expecting a weapon or attack but neither appeared. Instead, soft and semi-dreamy music began to play in the office. The puzzlement showed on Nocturne’s face, as Dr. Naomi softly spoke, “Just listen to the music Nocturne, listen…”
What is she getting on about, why play this…this music? Nocturne’s eyes fluttered under her visor as she listened. It’s…nice music…very, soothing…but have to focus, have to…escape. As Bethany struggled to focus, she took a few steps away from the safe. However, she continued to listen to the music. It was soft and dreamy, and there even seemed to be something, sensual to it. Like listening to the melody caused her to feel like she should lay down in a comfy bed. What’s…what’s going on? The more analytical part of Bethany’s mind wondered. It was slowly being ignored though, as she reflected, such…lovely music…makes me…feel good.
Dr. Naomi’s eyes flashed with a bit of sinister pleasure, yes, that’s right Nocturne just listen, listen…and become helpless. She walked up to Nocturne who now was standing uneasily a few feet from the desk. “Yes, that’s such nice music isn’t it?” she asked the heroine.
“It’s…very nice…but…I can’t…can’t…” Nocturne sighed, what couldn’t she focus on? What was she supposed to be doing?
“You can’t stop listening,” Naomi said with a seductive hint to her voice. She walked around Nocturne’s unease form. As she did so, Bethany saw the doctor wore sexy nylons, the ones with seams up the back. The doctor came around and stood in front of her. With a soft and seductive tone, Naomi commanded, “Listen to the music, as it makes you sleepy…your eyes, they’re getting very heavy…so heavy you can’t keep them open.”
I am…tired, Nocturne admitted as her eyelids felt very heavy. Her head was having trouble staying upright, and her arms were hanging at her sides. She felt cemented in place, her stocking clad legs, unable to move.
Naomi reached and plucked the device from Nocturne’s hand, “You don’t need that, you’re feeling sleepy, very sleepy…” she ran a hand up Nocturne’s arm; enjoying the feel of her leotard over the heroine’s skin.
“Sleepy…so…sleepy,” Nocturne muttered, her eyes fluttering, struggling to stay awake.
Naomi slipped her finger under Nocturne’s chin. Slightly lifting it, “I’m going to count down from three Nocturne,” she told the helpless heroine, “As I count down with each number, you’ll grow weaker, and sleepier, till when I say one, you’ll fall into a deep slumbering trance. You won’t be able to move, unable to resist, and hear only my voice…” Naomi moved her hand down from Nocturne’s chin to her chest.
“Uhhh…” a soft sigh escaped Bethany’s lips as Naomi caressed her exposed skin. And she listened as the good doctor began to count slowly down.
“Three, you’re falling ever so deeper under my spell,” Naomi said as she tugged Nocturne’s zipper down just a tad. “Two, you want to sleep, sleep and enter a deep trance, where your will is subdued, weakened.” Naomi now used the opening offered by the unzipping, to slip her hand under Nocturne’s leotard and caress her breast, feeling the lacey bra Nocturne wore underneath, and tease the heroine’s nipple with a nail. “And now…one,” she grinned.
“Ohhhhhhh….uhhhhhh,” Nocturne moaned and then sighed as she succumbed to Naomi’s sensual touch, words, and hypnotic music. The Mistress of the Night’s head dipped towards her breasts as she entered the hypnotic trance ordered by the devious doctor.
Naomi smiled, enjoying how easily she had subdued the famed dark damsel. What Nocturne hadn’t known was Dr. Naomi was secretly the world’s leading expert in hypnosis and mind control. She had developed a number of ways to mold, shape, and control even the strongest mind. And now, I get to test my technique on the Mistress of the Night, she thought with a sinister smile.
The doctor ran her hand over Nocturne’s prone form. Feeling the swell of her breasts, the smoothness but firm abs under her leotard, and then the silky sexiness of her stocking clad thighs. Bethany was helpless as she stood, lost to Naomi’s hypnotic power. As the doctor felt her body, Naomi’s hand went over Nocturne’s bum, and the heroine gasped. Curious, Naomi slowly began to rub her hand over Nocturne’s rear, feeling the black leotard which hugged it, and the edges of her suit, where the tights began. As she did this exploration, Nocturne moaned and seemed to weaken at her touch visibly. Hmm, quite interesting, a sensual weakness I can exploit, let’s find out, Naomi grinned.
“Nocturne,” Naomi asked, “Can you hear me?”
Bethany, her mind subdued had to respond to Naomi’s commands, “Yes…”
“Excellent, now while you’re in my trance you must obey my every command, and answer any question I ask, truthfully,” she stepped close and slipped her hand under Nocturne’s leotard again, to massage her breasts. “Do you understand?”
As her breasts were caressed, Nocturne waves of pleasure radiate out, traveling down her spine, to her feminine flower. She sighed, as her body was aroused, and she felt her nipples stiffening under her bra. She answered, her voice a quiver, “Yes…I…understand.”
“Good,” Naomi said with a drawn-out breath. She stepped back and pulled out her remote, the control now tied to the digital audio recorders in the room. “Now, tell me why you’re here?”
Nocturne’s head lifted some, but her eyes were heavy, “I…was trying to get evidence…you were exploiting and…blackmailing your clients.”
“How did you learn about me?” Naomi asked.
“I…I was informed about it…in my…secret identity,” Nocturne admitted.
Naomi smiled, “Ah, yes tell me who is under that visor?”
A part of her mind called out, no…must not tell! However, the resistance and will Bethany had was suppressed. The lingering touch of Naomi combined with her hypnotic spell, caused Nocturne’s resistance to fade away, and she answered, “Beth…Bethany Hunter…”
Naomi’s eyes lit up, “Ah, the daughter of those ‘Hunters.’ My oh my, you’re becoming an even better catch as I think about it.”
She walked up to Nocturne and Naomi touched her visor and with a slight tug, pulled the device off Nocturne’s face. The beautiful eyes and face of Bethany were fully revealed. Naomi cupped her chin, and turned Bethany’s face slightly, “There, so much better. I must say, you are much better looking in person, than those tabloid photos of yours.” Naomi moved her fingers up Bethany’s cheek, “Yes…so lovely.”
Her hand moved down Bethany’s body, as she brought her other hand up as well. With a slow movement, Naomi pulled the zipper of Nocturne’s costume down, to where it ended near her belt. She pulled the leotard’s now zipped open sides back. As she did, the black material slipped over Nocturne’s skin and exposed her chest.
“Ohhhh…” Bethany weakly mewed as her bra, lacey and black was exposed.
Naomi’s hands came to Nocturne’s breasts. She began to grope and feel them fully, her breathing heavy as she enjoyed her docile plaything. Her fingers, pressing into Bethany’s lush breasts, feeling how soft and delicate they were. “Ohhh…yes,” Naomi moaned feeling her loins becoming hot. She moved her lips in and kissed Nocturne at the neck.
“Uhhhh….” Bethany’s eyes closed at the kiss, which suckled on her neck like the sensual touch of a vampire. Naomi pulled her lips away and tried to focus.
“Not just yet, discipline Naomi…discipline,” she told herself. As she tried to focus she now asked Bethany, “Tell me, Bethany, does anyone expect you back soon?”
“No…alone…no one is expecting me,” she answered, unable to lie under Naomi’s spell.
Naomi’s hands went down Bethany’s side, “Your belt, any tricks to removing it?”
“Yes,” Nocturne answered, her gloves hands moving to the utility belt. “Must…hit hidden button, or it can’t come off,” it was a security feature, Tiffany had taught her how to build. However, it was only as good as long as the secret of the button was kept.
“Show me,” Naomi ordered, and Nocturne’s hand guided Naomi’s to the switch. There was a click, and Bethany’s head hung low.
“It…can now be removed,” Bethany admitted.
Naomi’s hand went to Nocturne’s belt. Unlocking the latch at the back, the sinister psychologist removed Nocturne’s crime-fighting tools. She dropped the belt on her desk with a clunk and now admired the unobstructed access to Bethany’s waist and, that delicious rear.
Her hands slipped over Bethany’s sides, coming to her bum, where she massaged the heroine’s booty. As Naomi did this, Nocturne visibly weakened again. Her head sagged, and she moaned softly. The sensual touch, caress of her oh so sensitive butt…was exposing her greatest weakness.
“Bethany,” Naomi said, deliberately choosing to use her real name, “Tell me, what does a touch your rear do to you?”
“Uhhhh…it makes me…so hot…the thought of someone touching me there, it makes me weak…with pleasure…ohhhh…I’m…so…helpless when someone…does it,” she admitted, barely talking at times as her pleasure caused her to moan and sigh.
“And, how would you like to feel this, whenever you want?” Naomi asked, “To be made so aroused, at a single command?” Naomi’s hand gripped Beth’s rear, she squeezed and then softly caressed the leotard and tights-clad bum. Her hand also slipped between Bethany’s thighs, teasing the thin strip of leotard which separated her crotch from Naomi’s fingers. One of which slipped under the black fabric and teased the nylons underneath.
“Ohhhhhhh…” Bethany’s legs quivered. Naomi’s erotic touch nearly brought her to her knees. With a heavy breath, she admitted, “Yes…I would…love…to feel this…whenever I…wanted.”
Naomi pulled her finger back and cupped Bethany’s butt with both hands. She pressed her chest tight against Nocturne’s. “Then, whenever you hear the word, ‘Nocturne, submit,’ from my lips. You’ll begin to feel the most intense and sexual pleasure as if someone is touching your butt. Caressing your soft flesh, teasing your flower, causing you to become aroused…and weak.”
“Yes…yes…,” Nocturne cooed, feeling the command settling in. She wanted Naomi to say it, to command her to submit.
Naomi moved her hands from Bethany’s butt to her thighs. She stroked them, slipping her hands over the fishnets, letting her fingers slip in, and caress Nocturne’s leotard-clad flower. She spoke, adding to the command, “And while you’re in this state, and I touch your derriere, my every touch, kiss, caress…will drain your will and strength. You’ll wish for me to make you cum, to release your heavenly nectar, and then drink from you…”
“Ohhhhhh….” Nocturne slowly moaned, “Yes…your touch…want to cum…oh…please…make me…cum.”
“All in good time,” Naomi said her own arousal high. She then finished, “Now, when I kiss you, you will fall into a deep sleep. When you wake up, your conscious mind won’t remember you told me any of this. But, your subconscious mind will remember, will remember what ‘Nocturne, submit,’ does to you. Do you understand?”
Bethany’s lips parted she moaned in ecstasy, “Yes…I do…”
“Good, now…” Naomi leaned in and kissed Nocturne, all the while, rubbing her stocking clad knee against Nocturne’s crotch. She pressed, and oscillated her knee, letting the nylon swish and pleasure Bethany. Her sensitive crotch, wet with nectar from the commands and the sensual touch of the sinister doctor, couldn’t hold back.
“OHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Nocturne moaned, her lips leaving Naomi’s. Her mind fogged as she obeyed the last hypnotic command, sleep…I must…sleep. The strength left her fishnet-clad legs, turning rubbery as she climaxed, and her fishnets, pantyhose, and leotard became wet with her cum. She fell like an elegant dancer, coming down on her side, lips parting. It was so sensual a fall and her breath, heavy as she settled into a slumbering sexually induced sleep.
“Submit…Nocturne…submit…” she muttered, the command taking hold, nestling in Nocturne/Bethany’s mind. Giving Dr. Naomi the means to conquer her, whenever she wanted.
As Bethany lay there a stocking foot was pressed down on her nearly bare chest. Naomi was moaning, touching under her skirt, pleasuring herself. “Ohhhh…I’m going to have so much fun…”
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