Standing in front of an array of mirrors, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Bobbi Morse was shocked by the outfit she was being made to wear: nothing but a chastity belt and heavy metal collar.
“If this is what I have to do to get close to Madam Hydra, then so be it.” Bobbi thought.
Looking at herself from all angles, Bobbi felt a slight tingling sensation from her collar. Agent Morse’s mind began to wander through several erotic fantasies as her hands slide slowly across her exposed breasts, her left hand playing with a very hard nipple as her right hand began to head south. Just as her fingers were about to meet hard metal, Bobbi was snapped back to reality by some loud clapping behind her.
“Excellent! Now that you are properly attired, we can get this evening’s festivities underway.” said Madame Hydra from behind Bobbi.
'Madame... are you sure about this outfit?” Bobbi questioned.
“Yes. That is the standard uniform for your position. You are, after all, attending the reception as my personal slave girl.”
Madame Hydra clipped a leash to the front of agent Morse’s collar and led her out of the building. By the time they reached the waiting car, the tingling from Bobbi’s collar had grown to a strong stinging.
“I'm not feeling well, Madame...” Bobbi struggled with the growing pain from her collar.
“Oh, that’s just the cerebral-control synching with your body. It lets me make control your behavior and make whatever changes to your mind that I wish. Changes like lowering your intelligence level and moral standards, making you more obedient, and switching your sexual orientation.”
With only a few taps on the keys of the Madame's phone, the only thoughts in Agent Morse's head was an extreme sexual attraction to Madame Hydra.
“Driver? Change of plans. Take us to my safe house. I can’t wait to play with my new slave girl.'
Tags: collar, chastity belt, pleasure, f/f, mind control, science fiction, slave, peril, comics, TV show
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Story by DDragon |
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Artwork by Altercomics-Bazan |
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