The grounds of Dr. Naomi’s mansion weren’t unfamiliar territory for Bethany. Her wealthy background had resulted in Beth seeing many kinds of mansions, manors, and even a castle or two. She hadn’t been stalking around them though in her dark costume as Nocturne, Mistress of the Night. Nocturne was indeed on the prowl, trying to find evidence of how Dr. Naomi was manipulating her victims.
I wish I had found evidence at her office, Bethany reflected as she leaped over a small wall. Crouching behind it, she was naturally clad in her black leotard, cape, fishnets worn over pantyhose, knee-high boots and her gadget-laden belt. Her visor scanned the area, looking for security. It picked up the signals from a pair of wireless cameras. She noted their positions and estimated how far they could see. As she moved about the mansion grounds, Nocturne avoided their view.
As she paused against the building, pressing her back to it; a strange puzzlement came over Nocturne. Why didn’t I find evidence in her office? It was a question her friend and secretary May had also asked. Bethany had answered that she just didn’t find anything incriminating. However, even as she answered May at the time something felt, off about her answer.
No time for stray thoughts, the Mistress of the Night told herself. I’ve got to focus on breaking in and finding evidence this time. Looking up the side of the mansion, Beth spotted a balcony, sporting some doors. Picking this as her point of entry, she pulled out her grapple gun. There was a brief but soft electronic buzz as the gun used its electromagnetics, to fire the grapple. It was far quieter than her old gas-powered model. A line of carbon-fiber bonded rope streaked up and after a moment stopped. Nocturne tugged at her line, making sure it was secure.
It didn’t take long for the athletic and fit superheroine to scale the side of the mansion. Coming over the balcony rail, Nocturne crouched upon landing. Bethany looked for any alarm triggers. She spotted one, hidden inside the door frame. Nocturne reached for her belt again she planted a small black device. It was the size and shape of a flash drive and had an adhesive side. It stuck to the door, cracked the security wirelessly, and copied the ‘secure’ signal being sent by the door sensor. Nocturne smiled as she got the update over her visor and with a gentle turn of the handle, opened the balcony door.
The room was dark, and Nocturne saw it was a large bedroom. Not the master suite though, it doesn’t look lived in enough, Bethany deduced. Her soft footfalls were further muffled by the carpet on the floor. Remembering the building plans, she knew that this room would have an exit to the main U shaped second-floor hallway. Dr. Naomi has another office probably on this floor or the main level, Nocturne thought.
As she reached the door though, it suddenly opened in her face. Standing there, a coy smile on her face, was Dr. Naomi. “Welcome Nocturne to my humble abode,” she greeted the Mistress of the Night.
Nocturne rushed her and pushed the doctor through the door and pinned her against the hallway wall. There was a bump, and Naomi gasped a little. Bethany finally got a chance to see what the doctor was wearing, a silken purple robe which was tied off at her waist. She apparently wasn’t wearing much under it, as Nocturne saw through a silt in the lower portion of the robe, Naomi’s long legs.
“Assaulting me, in my home?” Naomi said, squirming as she was pinned, “My, I didn’t know you broke the law as much as you enforced it.”
“I’m not the one who should be talking about crimes doctor,” Nocturne responded, “I may not have proof, but I know you’ve been ruining peoples’ lives or taking them for all they’re worth.”
Naomi flashed a seductive smile, “But if they’re more than willing to let me do so, what harm is in that?”
“Enough games doctor,” Nocturne commanded. If Bethany wasn’t going to get what she needed by snooping, then a little Mistress of the Night intimidation was in order. “Tell me what you’ve done, how have you been manipulating people?”
Naomi continued to smile, “The same way I’ve been manipulating you Nocturne. The way I’ve been making you Nocturne, submit.”
Bethany didn’t know what Naomi was talking about and was going to get a bit more intimidating when a shudder of pleasure ran through her. What…what is that?Nocturne’s eyes fluttered behind her visor. Her lips parted, forming a soft sigh, as Bethany felt a familiar and pleasurable touch. Her mind flashed back to Shadow Samurai. The night Emma and she had engaged in their passions before Emma had been married. How the sexy demon slayer, had run her hand over Bethany sensitive derriere. Her caress…I feel it, Bethany realized as then another wave of pleasure washed over her and weakened the Mistress of the Night.
The sinister doctor enjoyed the sight as Nocturne began to lose focus, the pressure of her forearm against Naomi’s chest, eased. Yes, that’s it, feel the pleasure, embrace your weakness, the mistress of the mind thought.
“What…what’s happening…to me?” Nocturne struggled to say as she staggered some. Bethany’s gasping words came as the pleasure on her bum only grew. No one was touching her; nobody was giving her butt the caressing touch and grip that drove her wild. Yet, as each moment passed, the feelings of pleasure and the weakening effect they had only grew.
“You’re having quite the erotic sensations I believe, Nocturne,” Naomi cooed. She slowly slinked toward Nocturne as the dark maiden leaned against a wall for support. In her struggles to stay upright, Nocturne had exposed her backside. Bethany’s cape had slipped to one side, showing off her leotard and tights-clad buttocks. Naomi couldn’t pass up such a tempting target.
She walked up and placed her hand on Nocturne’s bum. With a slow movement of her fingers, she danced them across Bethany’s firm and fit rear, slipping between her thighs, and finding that oh so thin piece of leotard which covered Nocturne’s womanly flower. Her fingers slipped in and with a delicate touch, she pleasured the Mistress of the Night through her nylon.
“Ohhh…god…” Nocturne rasped as she felt the waves of pleasure now double in their intensity. The strength left her legs entirely, and she fell to her knees. Bethany’s mind tried to make sense of this. It’s like…my sensual…weakness has…been dialed up to…1000, oh so hot, feel…it in my core, as she pondered her peril, the heroine’s hand caressed her chest. As if signaling for where to Naomi to touch her next, the sinister doctor came up from behind and cupped Nocturne’s mounds, squeezing them with erotic dominance.
“No, not god, your Mistress, the Mistress of your mind,” Naomi grinned with sensual and sinister delight. Her nails, expertly manicured, teased the black leotard which partly covered Bethany’s breasts and then with a bit of a violent pull, forced open Nocturne’s partially unzipped leotard.
“Uhhhh…” Bethany moaned as her breasts, in her favorite lacey black bra were exposed. Naomi, with a grin, brought her hands to them and began to caress and stroke Nocturne’s breasts. “How…how…are you doing…this?” Nocturne asked.
“Oh, nothing really, just mind, and desire…over muscle,” Naomi taunted, as she rubbed the now prominent buds that were Nocturne’s nipples which were trying to break out from Bethany’s bra.
Nocturne moaned as her ‘buttons’ were pressed, further slipping into the sensual helplessness and arousal that Naomi had somehow trapped her in. Bethany didn’t do anything as Naomi slipped her arms under Nocturne’s and began dragging her down the hallway, to the master suite bedroom.
In her sensual haze, Bethany didn’t notice details. The long hallway, passing through the door, and then being laid out on what felt like a sofa or couch. As she laid there, her sensitive rear seemed to calm some. Is…is it wearing off? Nocturne wasn’t sure, but she hoped that was the case. As she opened her eyes though, she saw Naomi standing over her, but no longer in her robe. A gasp left Bethany’s lips as she saw the sexy attire Naomi sported.
“Like what you see, Nocturne?” Naomi was clad in purple lingerie. It was a one-piece item, sheer over the belly and with an opaque but patterned bra built in. The same was true of the panties portion of the lingerie, which as Naomi spun, Bethany blushed seeing it was a thong. Thigh high purple stockings, with flowery tops seemed like they were painted on Naomi’s legs. “Or, should I be calling you Bethany?”
The use of her real name caused Nocturne to rasp, “What…no…how…how..?”
“How could I know,” Naomi’s voice richly and seductively asked. She leaned down letting Bethany stare at her cleavage, “I’ve put a spell on you Nocturne. You’re every secret is mine, with just a word or two, I can make you do anything I want.”
“No…that’s…impossible,” Nocturne weakly protested.
“Oh, then why when I say, Nocturne…submit,” Naomi grinned, “Do you grow so weak?”
“Uhhhhhhh….ohhhh…” Bethany moaned as the arousal returned. She felt multiple hands on her butt now. They were rubbing it, maybe even lightly sapping it; while another hand seemed to be caressing her crotch. No one touched her, Bethany’s mind filled the gaps, and thus as her mind played games on her, her body reacted as if it was the real thing.
Naomi, who’s touch was real, reached down and plucked Nocturne’s visor from her. “You won’t be needing these anymore.”
The doctor took her visor away, and Bethany’s eyes were struggling to stay open with the sensations she felt, looked at Naomi. “So…turned on…want to be…touched,” she moaned.
“Oh, you will, but first we need to rid you of a few things…” Naomi said as she went for Nocturne’s belt. For a brief moment, Bethany thought her security system would keep the belt on. She saw though Naomi knew right where to press to deactivate it, and then with a click, she undid the belt.
“Uhhh…you…know…all my secrets…” she bemoaned as Naomi took the gadget equipped item away.
“I do, you have no power over me Nocturne,” Naomi said enjoying her absolute control she had. She knelt near Bethany’s feet. Slowly, she unzipped and then began removing Nocturne’s boot. Beth sighed as the leather slipped away, revealing her stocking foot. Naomi murmured in approval, “Such sexy legs…I see why the Shadow Samurai wants to kiss these; you told me that too.” Naomi’s lips went down and kissed the top of Bethany’s foot.
“Uhhh…how…how do you know that?” Bethany sighed.
“Again, you told me…under my power, you have told me many things,” Naomi grinned. She brought her supple her lips over Nocturne’s fishnets, enjoying the feel of the nylon on Bethany’s skin. Nocturne gasped, while not as sensitive as her derriere, she was vulnerable to this sensual contact at her legs.
Naomi gave soft kisses, all the way up Nocturne’s fishnets. She occasionally stopped and suckled at a sensitive spot, eliciting more sensual moans from Bethany. The real pleasure came when Naomi’s kisses brought her to Nocturne’s leotard. The doctor ran her fingers over the smooth black fabric, toying with the Mistress of the Night by slipping her fingers under the leotard and then stroking them over Bethany’s thin shield of nylon and panties.
“Oh…oh…oh…” Bethany rasped as her feminine treasures were tended to. She felt the first drips of her womanly nectar, slipping out and starting to moisten her underwear and hosiery. Naomi wasn’t going to let Nocturne off that easily, as she withdrew her fingers but continued her caress and kisses, down Bethany’s other leg.
Nocturne was breathing heavily, as Naomi removed her other boot, and began massaging her stocking soles. Is…this…what Emma feels? Beth knew of her friend’s weakness to having her dark tights touched; now she began to see how powerful a weakness this was. Naomi ended her focus on Bethany’s legs with a final seductive kiss to her foot.
“Now,” Naomi said slipping her hands up Nocturne’s helpless form, “I want you to listen to the sound of my voice,” she discreetly hit a hidden control under the sofa. Soft music, the mental manipulation of music, played from hidden speakers.
“No…no…” Bethany lamented as she felt the power of the music, numbing her mind, sapping her will.
“Yes, you will listen to it Nocturne, listen and let your resistance melt away…” Naomi added to the weakening of Bethany’s will by leaning down and kissing her breasts. She softly suckled at Bethany’s mounds, sending shivers of pleasure into Nocturne’s disheveled form.
No…must…fight it…but…but…feel so good, the music…so relaxing, Nocturne once again found herself submitting to Naomi’s hypnotic control. Naomi pulled her lips back and said, “Nocturne, you’re once more under my spell, in a deep trance…do you understand?”
“Yes…” the heroine rasped her eyes closed, breathing deeply.
“Good,” Naomi cooed as she pulled away and moved to a nearby chair. Sitting she put a hand to her thinly covered crotch and began to rub it, “Now, I want you to strip, to sexily removed your costume except for your tights, and the more you strip, the weaker and more aroused you’ll get.”
Nocturne weakly muttered, “Strip…for you…grow…weak…” She got up and opened her eyes. Bethan reached for her cape. She deliberately swept her hands over her breasts, causing the Mistress of the Night to moan at her own intimate contact. As her hands found her cape, Bethany undid the garment, and seductively whipped it around her, posing seductively to show off her backside as she finished.
“Ohhhh…” Naomi grinned as she continued to pleasure herself as she watched, “Very, nice.”
With her cape gone, Bethany stood in her half-undone leotard and fishnet-clad legs. Slowly, she began to tug her leotard off. Starting with one shoulder, slipping it down, slowly so her tanned skin could become visible. Once she had pulled it down far enough, Bethany switched sides, repeating the seductive tease. A moan escaped her lips as she slipped her arms free of the sleeves and placed her hands once more at her chest.
I’m…so turned on…losing my strength, Bethany subconsciously knew this was due to Naomi’s command. As she stripped and touched herself, her arousal and hypnotic command made her legs weak and destroyed any possibility she had to oppose her foe. However, things became worse when her hands began tugging her leotard down to her bum.
“Uhhhh…ohhhhh…” Bethany cooed as she touched her rear. Each tug of her synthetic leotard, designed to protect her from harm, now ironically further defeated her as it’s silky material and her fingers; teased over her butt. “Ohhhhh…” she moaned louder and just barely managed to slip the garment away, slinking out of it and standing in just tights and bra.
Nocturne’s dazed dance was not intentionally done, but it aroused Naomi none the less. The doctor moaned as she watched the strong heroine, become her weak plaything. Oh god, this is so hot! She thought as she felt her own nectar begin to drizzle onto her thin thong bottom. Nocturne’s hands went to her bra; she slowly undid the clasp at the back. Again, she tugged one and then the other arm from the straps. She held her cups in place till, with a slow reveal, she let the lacey bra fall away and expose her naked chest.
Naomi wolfishly grinned, she couldn’t wait any longer. Getting up, she walked in her stocking feet and embraced Nocturne. Her lips planted themselves over Bethany’s, and the aroused and mesmerized heroine moaned through the kiss. The silky and sexy lingerie Naomi wore, brushed over Nocturne’s almost naked form, as their stocking clad legs intertwined and the soft sensations sent pleasure vibrating up Bethany’s legs.
“Ohhhh…I want to ravish you,” Naomi moaned as her lips now moved from Beth’s lips to her neck and exposed skin. The doctor’s hands went down Bethany’s back, teasing her spine, until they rubbed her rump, causing Nocturne now to feel her greatest sensual weakness.
“Uhhh…yes…make me…cum…pleasure me…caress…me,” Bethany moaned, her eyes closed as she gave in to her sexual submission.
Naomi didn’t reply just seductively smiling as she placed her lips over one of Nocturne’s bare nipples. With a soft suckle, she began to lick and pleasure Bethany; while her hands roamed over the heroine’s butt and front. The nylons she wore, were no protection as Naomi slipped her hand inside them and found Bethany’s crotch.
“Ohhhh…you wear a thong too…let’s just…move that,” Naomi grinned as her finger brushed aside the thin fabric, she began directly pleasuring Nocturne.
“Ohhhhhhh!” was all Bethany could answer. It was an unbelievable sight, Nocturne, nearly out on her feet. Clad in her nylons and naked otherwise. Being pleasured by the seductive but dominating doctor. Her arms hung like limp noodles, and her legs sagged as she lost what little strength she had left.
“No…not yet…” Naomi sighed as she guided her helpless heroine to the bed. Bethany ended up laying in a way so that her bum was facing up and her back was exposed. Naomi slipped up next to her, rubbing a leg over Bethany’s and enjoy the pleasure of their nylon clad skin brushing. Her hand went to Bethany’s rear and caressed it again.
“Ohhhhhhhh…please…touch me…more…” Nocturne begged, asking for her defeat in this most sensual way.
“I will…but first to exploit another of your weaknesses you shared,” Naomi brought her hand away and then with a sudden thrust, smacked it into Bethany’s butt. Nocturne had been spanked.
“OH!” Bethany moaned, not in pain, but pleasure. She does…know all…my intimate…desires, Bethany had told few of her spanking fetish. Another slap came, and the brief tickle of pain was replaced with pleasure. “Oh….oh….again…” she felt so hot.
“Yes, of course…” Naomi cooed before smacking Nocturne’s bum again.
“OHHHHH…….” Bethany’s toes curled in her nylon; she rolled onto her back. The brunette’s chest heaved with labored breaths. Sweat tickled her brow and skin. She was ready to burst, to climax like she never had before. Weakly, she begged, “Make me cum…please…Mistress…make me cum….”
Naomi’s fingers gripped Nocturne’s tights, “This time, your wish is something I must obey.” With a tug, she ripped Bethany’s fishnets and pantyhose she wore underneath away. With a wolfish grin, she also pulled aside Bethany’s thong; the black garment already wet with nectar. The Mistress of Night was ready to explode. Naomi lowered her lips and suckled on Bethany’s honey pot. Her tongue entered and lapped at the drizzling nectar.
“Yes….oh…yes…OHHHH YES!” Bethany moaned as Naomi feasted upon her. Her head turned, exposing her elegant neck. Her bare breasts heaved with labored breaths, Beth’s nipples hard as ice picks as she grew so aroused. Her hands clutched the fabric of the sheets, wishing that she be released she could let go her dam, and give Naomi a sweet drink of her essence. And then the moment came, and Bethany moaned louder than she had before. Her body tensed, and she felt her strength flow from her body, lost in the supernova of pleasure. Bethany came, and her nectar was soon flowing as she orgasmed.
Naomi moaned feeling a similar climax, her lips lapped and licked at Bethany’s nectar. As the once mighty Nocturne climaxed, Naomi feasted like a sensual vampire, suckling and pleasuring Bethany as the climax robbed the heroine of all her strength.
“Uhhhh……uhhhh….ohhhh…” Bethany moaned as she settled, her body going limp, sinking into sheets.
Naomi, her lips stick slick with Bethany’s nectar; came up the heroine’s body. She softly kissed her tender form till bringing their lips together. I…can…taste my own…nectar,Bethany’s abstractly thought, as Naomi kissed her deeply, letting their tongues pleasure one another.
Breathing heavily, Naomi pulled her lips away, “Oh…god…that was the best one this week.” As she panted above Bethany, Naomi reflected on how this wasn’t the first time the heroine had been sexually conquered. It was the fifth. Since that first night, Naomi had been planting hypnotic commands, triggering Nocturne into coming to her. And each time, the mistress of the mind had sent Nocturne and herself into a sensual frenzy. And now, it’s time to rest.
Naomi reached for the nightstand. There, was a bottle of chloroform. Old fashioned, but oh so sensual and effective. She didn’t need a cloth for this. Reaching for Nocturne’s leg, Naomi ripped away more of her tights. A ball of the ripped fishnets and pantyhose, formed in her hand and became a sponge for the sleepy substance. Pouring the chloroform over it, Naomi decided to be a bit more devious. She took the wadded nylon and pushed it against Bethany’s thigh. Soon, the chloroform was intertwined with Bethany’s nectar.
Having done the deed, Naomi pulled the impromptu sexy sleepy inducer up from Bethany’s crotch. She ran a finger over Beth’s lips, “Nocturne can you hear me?”
“Yes…” Bethany barely spoke, so exhausted from her sexual conquest.
“It’s that time, you’ll not remember any of this, only that you didn’t find the evidence you needed. So, you’ll try again…two nights from now. However, you’ll ask Shadow Samurai to help you. You’ll bring her to me, and when you hear, ‘Shadow and Nocturne, my aren’t you a cute couple,’ you’ll want to do nothing but sexually pleasure her legs…” Naomi grinned. In their ‘sessions’ she had learned much about Nocturne’s allies, and their weaknesses.
“Bring…Shadow…yes…mistress…” Bethany cooed.
“Good, now…” Naomi gently pressed the wadded up nylon over Bethany’s nose and mouth, “Breathe deep, it’s chloroform…and your nectar…sleep and dream of me…”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmp,” was all Nocturne could do to answer, as the soft nylon and Naomi’s hand covered her lips. Bethany breathed in deeply as ordered, the strong scent and taste of her essence causing her to fade quickly. The chloroform worked quickly, sapping away her tiny amount of strength and consciousness. With a final deep sigh, Nocturne sucked in the fumes and passed out.
Her session with the doctor was over, for now.
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