Below the break you can find a new entry for the lesbian BDSM story “The Superheroines of Sapphica City”, or you can read the story in its current entirety HERE.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: It’s a mid-sized entry at just under 5,000 words. It leans heavily into non-con themes, with the captive heroine being drugged multiple times during a sex scene that includes oral sex and a strap-on used anally.

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Chapter Twenty-Six: The Ghost Cat’s Captive Part Two

The first thing Psigirl was aware of as she woke from the haze of a drug induced deep sleep was painful thrusting. Slow at first, as though the penetration was being done with care to help her wake from the deep void she’d been forcefully sent into. Psigirl groaned as she floated towards hazy awareness, the slow, steady thrusting pushing her towards the surface.

Someone was fucking her, and NOT in her pussy. Yet even as she struggled to rise out of the mental fog she was lost in there was never any doubt it was a woman using a strap-on fucking her ass. The appendage penetrating her was too rigid yet bendy while lacking any of the soft tactile fleshiness a non-toy phallus would have.

Psigirl’s mind was still pickled with a potent mix of drugs, some of which she would later assume had been ministered while she’d been unconscious. That cocktail kept her teetering in that dream-filled space just on the edge of consciousness, allowing her to be aware of the weight of a woman holding her face-done on a bed while fucking her ass with a strap-on, all while bobbing in and out of strange half-dreams.

Half-suppressed memories distorted by drug-fueled dreams ran through her mind. Wispy nightmares of desperate times she’d forced herself to try things with boys and quickly confirmed she had no interest in them. It was a blip in her life; a bit of experimentation she’d tried her best to forget about.

“Can’t,” She muttered into the pillow her face was half turned into. When she mumbled the word thick drool leaked from her mouth, joining a cold, wet patch on the pillow. How long had she been like this? Laying here, drooling, drugged out of her mind?

“Out of me,” she mumbled, her words so slurred that even in the haze she was lost in she knew there was no chance the woman taking advantage of her could understand them.

“What’s that, naughty pretty one? What are you trying to say as you come back to me?”

Psigirl grunted, trying to ignore the confusing way the painful thrusting was making her feel. She didn’t like it. Or did she? No… No, she HATED being penetrated like this. Strap-ons were for HER to use on other women, NOT for them to use on her.

And in her ass? Hell no! It HURT. Right? Of course it did. At least she thought it SHOULD. Yet the woman holding her down and having her way with her was being so gentle… Sliding the strap-on in and out of her tightest hole with such tender slowness… And the sliding motions were so smooth! The woman must have used a TON of lube on her ass.

“You were trying to tell me something, naughty pretty one,” the woman said, voice low and purring like a cat. She had a hand on one of Psigirl’s shoulder blades, holding her down with her weight. The other hand was stroking the helpless girl’s side, teasing and tickling her awake with confusing tenderness. “Come on, naughty pretty one. I believe in you. You’ve already pushed past the drugs much faster than any other woman I’ve drugged like this. I believe in you. You’re strong. You can be the greatest superheroine this city has known. Show me I’m not wrong about you.”

The voice. Whose voice was it? Psigirl knew the voice. That strange, unplaceable accent. The sexy, domineering purr of confident command mixed with that alluring undertone of kind seduction. It brought to mind a cat purring and rubbing to get what it wants, then biting you to show dominance. A cat, yes! THE cat. The supervillainess Ghost Cat. The one that had captured her.

“Refuse,” Psigirl slurred into the pillow as more drool flowed out of her moving lips. “Fuck off, Ghost Cat,” she groaned out, giving it her all to make her words understandable. Psigirl groaned again, her limp muscles starting to come back to life as she began to fight past the drugs that had made her so helpless. “Get the strap out of my ass,” she grunted, flopping her arms enough to brace her hands on the bed to try to push herself up.

It didn’t work. It was like trying to use a limp noodle to press up a body three times as heavy as it should be. But she was waking up. Her body felt wrong. Weak. But she was regaining control. And she could feel her powers now. Whatever the evil supervillainess had drugged her with had temporarily gotten rid of them, but they were returning. Not usable yet, but she could FEEL them now.

Ghost Cat cooed in amusement, stroking Psigirl’s side like an approving parent. “There’s the feisty naughty little one I know will become my most prized possession. So demanding. So defiant. But she’s been a BAD girl. She MUST be punished. And it pleases the naughty pretty one’s Mistress to fuck her naughty pretty one up the ass.”

“Not my Mistress,” Psigirl grunted. “And I’m not your anything,” she added, trying once more to push herself up off the bed and completely failing. The meager attempt took a lot out of her, causing her to let out a pathetic whimper and then go completely limp again.

She wasn’t used to feeling helpless. It was a crushing blow to her ego and for a moment it was too much. Psigirl choked back a sob then turned the crying fit threatening to explode out into a groggy growl of defiance. “I’ll never be your possession! And I’ll never call you ‘Mistress’. Now get that fucking strap-on out of my ass!”

As she said the words she imagined they were spoken with strength and fierce defiance. Once she was done, once she deflated and felt how exhausting speaking them was, she admitted they hadn’t come out like she’d imagined. They’d been slurred and weak, barely understandable at best and incomprehensible at worse. In short, she hadn’t been fierce, she’d been pathetic.

Ghost Cat, still slowly fucking Psigirl’s ass with the strap-on, leaned close to whisper in Psigirl’s ear. “Oh, naughty pretty one, you are wrong about so many things. You will submit fully to me. You WILL become my thing, devoted fully to me. But I think not now, not this session. During this session I will accept a smaller submission. We will start with this punishment,” she purred, licking the girl’s ear then nipping it as she thrust the strap-on deep into her asshole. “The strap-on does not leave your pretty, perky little ass until you submit,” Ghost Cat told her. “Till you tell me the words, ‘I submit, Mistress’.”

Psigirl had initially been distracted by the feel of the naked woman’s large, heavy breasts resting on and then pressing into her back as she leaned down to whisper in her ear. They were so dense yet soft, and the skin so warm against hers… And the feel of her breath in her ear! It had made her shiver then moan.

It HAD to be the drugs making her feel this way. Not just overwhelmed by the mix of physical and emotional sensations but ENJOYING being overwhelmed by them. Even being fucked up the ass was feeling good to her, although not exactly the physical sensation of the perverse sex act. It didn’t hurt anymore, not really, although it was still slightly uncomfortable. Discomfort aside, it was ENJOYABLE. Because it was being done TO her. It was like how fucking a girl with a strap-on felt good, only that sexual high she was feeling had been flipped around like a backwards image in a mirror.

“N-never,” Psigirl moaned out, trying not to let it come across in the hesitant, stuttered word how hot this was making her. “Never submit. Never call you that word. Can’t make me. No matter how you hurt me.”

“Hurt you? The naughty pretty one’s Mistress DOES like to hurt girls. And women. All the pretty female things. She ADORES hurting them all. But pain is not the only way to break a woman. To train her. To change her. To own her. Pleasure and a mental mind-fuck are just as potent tools.

“You think the strap-on in your ass is about hurting? No, naughty pretty one. It is about dominance. It is about showing you that your Mistress is more than skilled enough to make pain pleasure, and to wield it like a weapon that will break and control you. That a mix of pain and pleasure is all a woman like me needs to make a subby girl like you submit.”

Psigirl gasped and moaned, drooling onto the pillow. She gripped the sheets, digging her nails into the fabric. The moment had grown even more intense, the heat of the woman dominating her burning her insides.

She became aware of the way her hips were moving now. Pressing up into the woman’s body, helping the strap-on enter her deeper while allowing Psigirl to feel more of the woman’s warm skin when she pressed into her. Wiggling and rocking her hips so she could rub her pussy into the bed, flexing her thighs to help gather sheets and blankets between them so there was more there to grind her sex against. Enjoying the damp patch building up under her as her pussy started to drool almost as much as her mouth.

“Won’t submit,” Psigirl moaned out, aware of how unconvincing the words sounded. “Can’t make me.”

“A challenge? Such a defiant naughty pretty one. Her Mistress happily accepts the challenge. It is educational. She must show her naughty pretty one how her Mistress mixes pain and pleasure to make her possession submit.”

The woman pressed her body harder into Psigirl’s back, letting out a quiet, breathy laugh into the girl’s ear when she felt Psigirl responding with a sweet little moan to the feel of her tits pressed into her back. “Open for me, my deadly little flower. Spread your petals. Lift your ass, let me slip my hand under you so I can show you how skilled my nimble fingers are.”

Psigirl thought about resisting. About refusing. About barking out a nasty, defiant curse. But the thought left nearly as fast as it had arrived. She used what strength she had to lift her ass, cooing eagerly as the woman slipped a hand under her. A few moments later she was moaning in delight as the woman started playing with her pussy.

The girl gasped. She moaned. She shuddered with pleasure. If someone had told her she’d enjoy being half drugged out of her mind and fingered while being fucked up the ass with a strap-on she’d have scoffed. But she WAS enjoying it. Maybe it was just the drugs, but in the moment she couldn’t remember ever feeling so lost in sexual pleasure.

“Please,” she gasped. “Don’t. Don’t stop! Keep going. I’m close.” When Ghost Cat eased up her skilled finger work Psigirl groaned in frustration. She had been so close! Why had she told the cruel, evil woman that? All she’d done was give the awful woman a new weapon to use against her. A new way to torment her!

“My naughty pretty one will cum for her Mistress,” Ghost Cat told Psigirl before playfully licking then nipping at the girl’s ear. “Her Mistress always treats her good girls. But remember, this is punishment and education. The naughty pretty one must show she can be a good girl. She has to give her Mistress what she wants. Only then will her Mistress make the naughty pretty one cum.”

Psigirl groaned in dismay. She knew she would break, that she’d give the woman what she wanted. She held off as long as she could, telling herself it wouldn’t count. That she wouldn’t mean it. That it was just something she was saying so the woman would make her cum.

“Say the words, my naughty pretty one,” Ghost Cat whispered so low Psigirl could barely hear the words. “Just three words. ‘I submit, Mistress’. Such a simple thing her Mistress asks her naughty pretty one.”

Psigirl whimpered. She was awake enough to understand what was happening, why she was feeling what she was feeling. The woman had drugged her and was using her powers to manipulate her emotions. She was taking advantage of her supercharged libido and kinks Psigirl hadn’t known she had. It was all manipulation. She knew saying the words would matter even if she “didn’t” mean them. Saying the words now wouldn’t break her, speaking them wouldn’t bend her will to this woman, but it WOULD be a step down that road.

The helpless heroine whimpered again then groaned in frustration as the woman holding her down, fucking her ass, and working her cunt with nearly unbelievably skilled fingers brought her to the edge of climax then forced her back down.

Psigirl wanted to resist. She knew she WOULD keep resisting later. But right then? Right then she had to take that first step.

“I submit, Mistress,” she whimpered out.

“What a goooooood girl my naughty pretty one can be,” Ghost Cat purred into Psigirl’s ear as she brought the helpless heroine to climax with frightening, lazy ease. She kept working the girl as she came, slowly and sensually fucking her ass with the strap on while using the hand tucked under Psigirl to work her cunt. To rise the pleasure of the orgasm to heights that would melt the girl’s mind and drain her powers just as they began to return. To dominate her with pleasure just like she’d promised.

And then she eased the girl down. Ghost Cat slowed the thrusting of her strap-on. She worked Psigirl’s cunt with the skill that made the end of her climax a slow, soft burning away of pleasure instead of a sudden ending of delight. She cooed and nuzzled the back of the girl’s neck, stopping often to kiss the nape of her neck. “There’s a good girl,” she whispered again, giving the girl’s nape one last kiss before carefully pulling up, off, and out of her.

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Psigirl wasn’t sure exactly when she’d lost her grip on consciousness, and even less sure when she’d pulled herself back up over its precipice. She must have passed out sometime towards the end of the intense, soft, long orgasm. Yes, it had to be. But when had consciousness ended? She vaguely remembered the surprisingly intense pleasure of the strap-on being pulled out of her. Or had that happened after the power-draining orgasm had made her fade? Had she only felt that moment as part of a deliciously perverse dream?

And when had she woken back up? That was even less clear. She’d been rolled over and had something put over her mouth and nose. Something disturbingly medical feeling, like a plastic face mask? There had been gas after that. It had made her feel good. Giddy yet drowsy then warm in all her most womanly places. Dreams had mixed with the waking world even more after that, both worlds blending together till they were the same thing.

Then there had been a sharp pain that had lasted only a moment. A needle? Yes, a needle. Ghost Cat had injected her with something. Drugged her again. But why? Hadn’t the gas been drugs? Why two different kinds? Maybe the gas had been just a dream… But why would she dream about that? It hadn’t been a nightmare. It had been… warm? Pleasant? Why would she dream a dream like that?

“Why?”

That had been her asking the question, hadn’t it? Of course it had. She knew her own voice even when it sounded odd. No, not odd. It had sounded like… pink? Yes. Her voice had sounded pink. And then, when Ghost Cat had helped her off the bed, grabbing her hands and pulling her first to sit up on the bed’s edge then stand, the contact had felt wrong. It had felt like… vanilla? Cloves? The perfume Luna Moth used to wear? Baking cookies? Yes. No, those were smells! The woman’s touch couldn’t “feel” like an enthralling mix of pleasant odors, could it?

“What’s going on? What did you do to me?” As she asked the questions she tasted the words. They were a blending of pinks and purples, swirling and becoming vapors that smelled like confusion.

“Just a little drug-induced synesthesia to better help break my naughty pretty one,” Ghost Cat said, stroking Psigirl’s face with the back of a hand then taking the girl in her arms and pulling her in close as though to slow dance with her. She held her tight, pressing her naked body into the girl’s and started to dance. “Does my touch feel like music? Can you taste the sound of our movements? Hear the eroticism of my breasts nearly suffocating you because of our height difference?”

Psigirl’s arms had wrapped around the significantly taller woman, one hand clinging to her waist, the other snaking up her back so her dainty hand could cling to the back of the woman’s shoulder. “Yes,” the girl gasped into the pair of breasts smothering her face. “Yes,” she gasped again, overwhelmed by how mixed up all her senses were. The taste of colors. The sounds of feelings. The touches of sounds. The flavors of eroticism and seduction.

“Show your Mistress you can be a good girl, my naughty pretty one,” Ghost Cat purred as she ran her hands up Psigirl’s naked back. One kept going, caressing and teasing until the woman’s fingers were slithering their way into the girl’s vibrant red hair to tease the sensitive flesh of her scalp. The other hand turned near her shoulders, reversing course to slither down then slip around her side to hold the girl tight against her.

“Adore your Mistress,” Ghost Cat commanded sensually as she grabbed tight hold of Psigirl and made sure the girl’s face became pressed into one of her large breasts. “Lick. Suck. Adore. Worship my breasts with that pretty, wet little mouth of yours. Luxuriate in the submission. Drown in the sensations, all mixed up and confused. Lose yourself in what I’m doing to you. What I’m forcing you to do. What I WILL do WITH you once I break you.”

Psigirl moaned and whimpered as she sucked on the woman’s breast. The taste of the woman’s skin was pink and white and black. The sound of her noisily sucking on the supervillainess’ tit was a tasty sweetness. The sight as she looked up and saw Ghost Cat leering triumphantly down at her sounded like a siren call of overwhelming arousal.

It was too much. Too much sensation. Too many senses all mixed up until nothing made sense. All that was left was obedience, it was all her drug-addled mind could handle.

So she did as she was told. She licked the woman’s tits, focusing on one nipple then the other. She sucked on them. At first just Ghost Cat’s nipples, but then all of her breasts. She reveled in the soft yet dense feel of the woman’s breasts, luxuriating in the strange way the feel and tastes became sounds and colors. She adored the woman’s breasts. She worshiped them.

They were like a holy revelation in her hands and mouth, and even though she KNEW it was all the drugs that had been pumped into her she knew the revelation would change her. That even when she was back in her right mind large breasts would do something different to her, at least when it came to women who were dominating her.

“There we go,” Ghost Cat purred approvingly. “Your Mistress knew you could be a good girl. And my naughty pretty one’s mouth! So skilled. So good at worshiping your Mistress’ body. But I think it’s time we put it to even better use.”

She firmly pushed Psigirl back then took the drugged girl’s hand and led her to a chair in the room’s corner. “You will continue to worship your Mistress with your mouth,” Ghost Cat declared as she sat in the chair. She let her body slide forward as she spread her legs wide open. “Now kneel, my pretty naughty one, and worship your Mistress’ pussy with your pretty, skilled, wet mouth.”

Psigirl dropped to her knees. She bowed as though preparing to pray before a shrine. As her face neared Ghost Cat’s pussy she paused to inhale the woman’s scent. The smell overwhelmed her as odors became sounds and colors and the feeling of arousal and submission.

“Taste it, naughty pretty one,” Ghost Cat growled. She grabbed Psigirl’s head with both hands, pulling the girl’s face into her crotch. “Eat. Feast. Adore. Worship. Lap at my cunt and eat me good till the drugs wear off. Keep feasting on your Mistress’ pussy till the drugs wear off and the taste is just taste and not colors or sounds.”

Later Psigirl would try to remember details from the marathon oral session, but they were as ephemeral in her memory as they had been in the moment. She was on an erotic drug trip, as high from the drugs Ghost Cat had dosed her with as she was with a potent mix of arousal and whatever Ghost Cat had been doing to her emotions with her powers.

Had she kneeled there between the supervillainess’ legs eating her out for minutes? For an hour? Hours? DAYS? Psigirl had no idea. In the moment time had seemed to stretch out forever and happen all at once, and later it was all such a drugged blur of shifting, mixed up sensations she couldn’t tell.

Only two things were clear to her when she thought back on the event. The first was that she enjoyed every horrible, confusing, humiliating moment of being made to sexually service the woman that had captured and drugged her. The second was that even after the drugs began to wear off and her senses started to return to normal she didn’t want to stop, didn’t want it to stop happening TO her. Even when her powers started to return she held off trying to use them. Psigirl kept kneeling there, adoring, worshiping, and feasting on the evil woman’s cunt as she played with her own dripping pussy.

The strange spell Psigirl had found herself lost in only started to wear off when Ghost Cat’s happy, contented lewd moans were replaced by the supervillainess beginning to monologue, a habit Psigirl had always found annoying.

“You see, naughty pretty one? You like submitting. You need this. Need a Mistress to keep you in check. To keep you a heroine and stop you from becoming a villainess. This is what was meant for you. Submitting, and not to just any woman, but to ME.”

No. It was the first clear thought Psigirl had managed to think in some time. No, I’m not doing this, the young superheroine thought as she forced herself to focus past the carnal high of sexually servicing her captor. She focused on how much her neck and jaw hurt after the marathon oral session. That helped. Next she forced her hands to stop what they were doing between her legs. That helped, too.

I’m not going to become what she wants, Psigirl told herself. This was just a fluke. It was the drugs. The unlocking of this kinky high of being made to submit. I know about it now, and I know to avoid a defeat like this again. Maybe when I have my Luna Bug back we can play games again. Yes, that’s it. When everything is perfect again I can safely play with this kink, but now? Now I’m ending this.

Psigirl had thought she was back to her senses, with the drugs having worn off. She was wrong. It was only the drugs that had been causing the synesthesia that had worn off, all the others were still affecting her. Slowing her mentally and physically. Dulling or outright cutting off her powers. Giving her a false sense of her strength.

In her mind she thought all she needed to do was reach into Ghost Cat’s mind and turn it off. In reality, her powers were so weak that the woman had plenty of time to react to the feeling of the girl trying to slip her sticky telepathic fingers into her mind.

“You will learn,” Ghost Cat said, voice suddenly deep and full of dark menace. She moved with a speed that shocked Psigirl, and it was only when she felt how slow her reaction was that the young heroine finally realized she was still heavily drugged.

The woman shoved the girl back and in a flash had her pinned to the ground. An attempted telepathic jab at the woman’s mind did nothing, and even if Psigirl hadn’t been drugged she’d never have had any hope of physically overpowering the much, MUCH stronger woman.

Shock from how suddenly things had changed and how wrong she’d been about not being drugged turned to terror when she noticed the woman pinning her to the ground had an open medicine bottle in one hand and a rag in the other.

“No,” Psigirl groaned in fear as she vainly wiggled to break free. She grunted in frustration that the woman was so easily able to keep her pinned down with just her knees. She tried to push her off with her telekinetic powers but found them totally unresponsive. She tried one last time to reach into the villainess’ mind, but even though she could feel a mental connection she was too weak to affect the woman’s mind.

“You WILL learn,” Ghost Cat said calmly as she poured some of whatever was in the bottle into rag. “You will learn that you can’t escape. You can’t outsmart or overpower me. I will have all you have to offer.”

Psigirl started hyperventilating as she got a whiff of what she feared was chloroform from the now drug-soaked rag. She wanted to scream but couldn’t manage. She wanted to stop breathing in with such wild, desperate, deep gasps, but couldn’t.

Ghost Cat shoved the drug-soaked rag into the girl’s face, holding it tight over her mouth and nose. “I will have your submission,” she told Psigirl, eyes burning with confidence. “Your submission,” she added when the struggling girl’s eyes started to flicker. “Your lusts. Your love. I will have it all. And once you are free and return to being a heroine I will have ALL your stories as well,” she told the girl as her eyes rolled into her head and her eyelids fluttered closed.

“Now sleep,” the woman cooed softly, easing the drug-soaked cloth off Psigirl’s face. The girl wasn’t out yet, so she pressed the rag back into her face. “Sleep, naughty pretty one,” she said, voice quiet and soothing. She waited until the girl let out a last whimper then went limp.

“Sleep deep,” Ghost Cat declared as she pulled the rag off the girl’s face then rose, standing triumphant over her captive. “Sleep deep while I prepare new torments for you. Because there is only one way this ends, but I’m more than happy to keep doing this till we get there.”