Return Of The Dream Mistress

(I’ve been working on other stories and simply forgot to post another one until now. Here is another thrilling story featuring the Dream Mistress and another group of superheroines)

A year had now passed since Scarlett and her team had disappeared from the city. One night they were taking down a gang of bad girls, the next day they were gone. No one could figure out what happened to them. It was like they had vanished into thin air.

No one had any idea that they had been visited by the Super-Villainess known as the Dream Mistress. She had put them all to sleep, one or two at a time, taken them into her dream realm, and turned the seven superheroines into her trophies, stone and gold statues which had now decorated her home for the past year.

With the disappearance of the superheroines, crime had spiked in the city. The police were unable to combat it effectively. The situation was out of control until a new team of four superheroines arrived six months ago.

The team consisted of thirty-year-old Alisha, the beautiful blonde team leader. Her second in command was thirty-three-year-old Mariah, a fiery redhead with piercing green eyes. The third member of the team was twenty-one-year-old Abby, a short but powerful black-haired woman. And the last member of the team was twenty-five-year-old Hannah, a beautiful brunette. The four superheroines were all bisexual but had paired off as lovers. Alisha and Abby shared a bed as did Mariah and Hannah.

When the team arrived in the city, they quickly made a dent in the criminal element that had been running rampant. As the crime rate dropped, a grateful city gave them the use of the former home and headquarters of Scarlett’s team. The four women moved in and made use of much of the equipment the previous superheroine team had used while adding some of their own.

After six months, the team had settled in and developed a routine. They worked well together and, truth be told, they loved and respected one another. They were as close as any team could be.

The four sat at the breakfast table one morning discussing the events of the previous night.

“Metro police reported an armed robbery at a computer warehouse last night,” Alisha told the group. “Witness said there were ten women, all of whom seemed to be in some type of hypnotic trance.”

“Ten women in a hypnotic trance?” asked Hannah. “That’s different.”

“Wait a minute,” Abby said. “I remember reading about a group of women like that back when Scarlett’s team was here. That was the last group that they arrested before they disappeared. And the women who were arrested just disappeared from the jail, too.”

“I remember reading that,” Hannah said. “There was speculation that the hypnotized women were controlled by a super villainess called Dream Weaver or Dream Caster or…”

“Dream Mistress,” Mariah interrupted. “Her name is Dream Mistress. But that was all speculation. Nobody ever found any proof that she was involved.”

“I know about Dream Mistress,” Alisha said with a shudder. “She supposedly has the ability to make people go to sleep, then enter their dreams. Once a person is in her dream realm, they are powerless against her. She can make them do anything, turn them into anything, even kill them in their dream. It has been said that whatever she does to you in your dreams, happens to you in the real world as well.”

“Has she ever been captured and contained?” asked Abby.

“Once, a long time ago,” answered Alisha. “She was captured and imprisoned in a secure energy-dampening facility but escaped six months later. As far as I know, she’s not been caught since then.”

“Whoa! You’re not going to believe this,” Mariah exclaimed as she stared at her phone. “Do you know who it was that captured the Dream Mistress back then? It was Scarlett. Coincidence? I think not!”

“You think Dream Mistress somehow captured Scarlett and her team?” asked Hannah. “And that is why they disappeared?”

“Yes, I do,” answered Mariah. “That would explain why and how they just suddenly vanished. Dream Mistress surprised them and captured them!”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Alisha cautioned as she lit a cigarette. “We don’t know anything for certain. We don’t know for certain that those women Scarlett’s team busted worked for Dream Mistress. We don’t know if she was involved in any way.”

“But it makes sense, Alisha,” Mariah insisted.

“I’m not saying it didn’t happen that way,” Alisha said as she exhaled smoke from her mouth and nose. “I just don’t want us jumping to conclusions without all the facts.”

Hannah and Abby looked at each other and grinned. This was a familiar argument they had head many times between the two women. They often teasingly referred to Mariah as ‘Bull’ as in ‘a bull in a China shop’ for her ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ personality. And they often called Alisha ‘Buddha’ for trying to talk Mariah into calmly and logically looking at things before acting.

“Bull and Buddha are at it again,” Abby and Hannah said with a laugh at the same time.

Alisha and Mariah stopped arguing as they turned and stared daggers at their teammates. Then the two burst out laughing as well.

“You two know how to end an argument,” Mariah said. “Just call us names and we stop!”

“And now we get to the part where I say it wouldn’t hurt to investigate Mariah’s idea,” Alisha laughed. “Because she is more often right than wrong when she says something.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Mariah said as she leaned over and kissed Alisha on the lips.

“Hey!” Abby exclaimed as she playfully swatted Mariah on the arm. “She’s mine!”

“And she’s mine!” Hannah said as she playfully smacked Abby’s arm. “Don’t hurt my bitch!”

Abby leaned over and kissed Hannah.

“Hey now,” Alisha said. “Don’t start that unless Mariah and I can join you!”

The four often engaged in foursomes and had a lot of fun. They would often position themselves in a roughly square position and each would eat out one of the others. They were so practiced with it that they usually orgasmed at the same time.

The four laughed and then got serious again.

“We really should investigate the possible involvement of the Dream Mistress just in case,” Alisha told the others. “She’s very powerful and very dangerous. If she is in the area, she could get us before we know what hit us.”

“I’ll check the scanners and see if they show anything unusual,” Hannah said as she left the table and went to the office.

“Guys,” Hannah called from the office a few minutes later. “We may have a problem.”

The other three quickly went to the office.

“What is it, Hannah?” Alisha asked as she looked toward the scanner and immediately saw the issue.

“There has been a drastic increase in dream energy the past three nights,” Hannah told the others. “And the scanner didn’t alert us to it.”

“Does the increase in dream energy mean that the Dream Mistress is here in the city?” a worried Abby asked.

“Maybe,” Alisha replied. “The thing that concerns me even more is that our scanner failed to alert us to the increase.”

“Is it possible that the Dream Mistress somehow got to our scanners and prevented them from alerting us?” asked Mariah.

“I don’t know,” Alisha answered. “There is no mention of her being able to control electronic equipment.”

“Hannah, you said the scanner showed an increase the past three nights, right?” asked Abby and Hannah nodded. “Last night a computer warehouse was robbed. See if anything was robbed the other two nights.”

Hannah checked and went pale.

“Oh, my God,” she exclaimed. “Two major electronics warehouses were hit. Millions of dollars’ worth of equipment was stolen.”

“Any description of the perpetrators?” Alisha asked.

“No witnesses because the places were empty,” Hannah replied. “But security footage shows ten women entering and leaving the facilities.”

“It has to be the same group that hit the computer place last night,” Mariah said. “Abby, see if we can find mugshots from the women that Scarlett’s team busted last year. Hopefully the police got them before they escaped. Hannah, pull up the security footage from one of the other robberies and see if we can match any of them to the mugshots.”

“Are you thinking it’s the same group?” asked Alisha.

“I am,” Mariah answered. “I also want to look back and see if the scanners showed an increase in dream energy the night of the arrest and the disappearance of Scarlett’s team. If we can connect all the pieces…”

“Then we’ll know for sure that Dream Mistress is behind everything,” Alisha finished for her. “Including the disappearance of Scarlett’s team.”

“Then we can take her down,” Mariah said. “And maybe even rescue Scarlett’s team.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Alisha cautioned. “See what we discover first. And even if we do determine that Dream Mistress was behind this, taking her down will not be easy. She can put any of us to sleep at any time and take us to her dream realm. Once she has us there, from what I have read, we would be powerless to stop her from doing whatever she desires to us.”

“I found something,” Abby said pointing to the computer screen. “They did get mug shots last year. And facial recognition shows matches between the mug shots and the footage from two nights ago. It’s definitely the same women.”

“That’s not all,” Hannah added. “The scanner logs show a humongous spike in dream energy the night Scarlett’s team disappeared. The dream energy went off the scale that night.”

“Most likely because the Dream Mistress was using it to capture Scarlett and the other heroines,” Mariah said. “Now we know.”

“Based on what we have learned, I would say it is ninety-five percent certain that Dream Mistress is behind the robberies and the disappearance of Scarlett and her team.” Alisha admitted. “But we still need to figure out how to stop her and how to protect ourselves from being pulled into her dream realm.”

“I would suggest that we don’t split up,” Hannah said. “If the four of us stay together, it is less likely that she can get all of us, right? I mean, surely, she can’t put four to sleep at once.”

“I’ve never heard of her doing that,” Mariah said. “Usually, it is only one or two at a time. And that takes a tremendous amount of energy for that.”

“Like the dream energy spike from last year,” Abby said. “The log shows that the spike happened five different times throughout the night. She must have gotten them one or two at a time. If she could do more than that, she probably would have.”

“I would say that is likely,” Alisha agreed.

“Okay, so we stay together,” Mariah said. “But how do we bring someone out of the dream realm if she puts one or two of us to sleep?”

“In theory,” Hannah said. “To escape the dream realm, all you would need to do is wake up. But how could we do it?”

“I have an idea,” Alisha said. “I’ll be right back.”

Alisha left the room and returned a short time later with several syringes filled with a white substance.

“What is that stuff?” Mariah asked.

“It’s a compound from the pharmacy,” Alisha answered. “I created it years ago. It will wake even the deepest sleeper. If it looks like Dream Mistress put any of us to sleep, inject this directly into the thigh and the person will immediately awaken, pulling whoever it is right out of the dream realm.”

“Perfect!” Mariah said and turned to Hannah. “Hannah, can you use the scanner to trace the source of the dream energy?”

Hannah turned to the scanner and made some adjustments to it. She worked for several minutes. She wasn’t having much success and started mumbling to herself. Her teammates smiled because they knew she wouldn’t give up. And she didn’t.

“I got it!” she exclaimed. “The dream energy appears to have originated from this house on the north side. It actually looks more like a mansion. That’s the type of place a super villainess would live in.”

“So, boss,” Abby said to Alisha. “What’s the plan? Do we wait for the Dream Mistress to come after us or do we go get her?”

Alisha looked from woman to woman.

“We go get her,” she said. “We take her down hard!”

* * *

Later that evening, Alisha, Mariah, Hannah, and Abby sat in their car watching the mansion of the Dream Mistress. There was a lot of activity happening. They observed several women going in and out but saw no sign of their target, the Dream Mistress herself.

After about an hour of surveilling the mansion, the heroines saw ten women leave the house, enter a van, and drive off.

“Let’s go,” Mariah said as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Not yet,” Alisha said. “Let’s wait a few more minutes and see if anyone else enters or leaves.”

They waited for fifteen minutes and saw nothing. Alisha gave the order to move out. The four women walked to the front door and, to their surprise, found it unlocked.

As they entered the mansion, they noticed it was quiet. They could hear no voices and no movement. The four remained together and cautiously began searching each room but found nothing of significance. Alisha opened a door to what appeared to be a large study and the four entered. At the far end of the room stood seven statues, four made of stone and three of gold.

The heroines gasped at the sight. They instantly recognized them as the missing heroines.

“Holy crap!” Abby said. “She turned them all into statues.”

Alisha walked over to them and peered closely at the statues.

“They’re all here,” she said as she walked from left to right in front of the statues. “Kaitlyn. Tina. Jasmine. Natalie. Melanie. Lori. Scarlett. Dream Mistress got them all and transformed them into statues.”

“Yes, I did,” said a voice that seemed to come from every direction.

The four heroines were startled and quickly looked around the room. They saw nothing.

“Welcome, heroines,” the voice said. “I’ve been expecting you. Welcome to my home.”

“Alright, bitch, show yourself,” Mariah yelled. “You’re going to get the ass kicking you deserve!”

“Oh, my,” Dream Mistress said. “You are a feisty one, aren’t you, Mariah?”

“You… you know my name?” Mariah asked with a worried look on her face.

“Of course, dear,” the villainess replied. “I learn everything about those I target before I go after them. I know all about you, Alisha, Hannah, and Abby.”

“It won’t do you any good this time, Dream Mistress,” Alisha said. “We’re ready for you.”

“Really?” Dream Mistress asked. “I know everything you have planned. I heard every word you said at your headquarters, and I prepared for it before I lured you here.”

“Lured us here?” Abby asked.

“Yes, Abby,” replied Dream Mistress. “I lured you here. I was content to leave you alone and allow you to conduct your superheroine business as long as you left me alone. But when you put everything together this morning and decided to come after me, I allowed Hannah to narrow down the source of my dream energy so that the four of you would come visit me here.”

“Even if that is true,” Alisha said. “You can’t take down all four of us at once.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Dream Mistress laughed. “If you look to the right side of the room, you will see that I already have four pedestals waiting for you. That’s what my hypnotized slaves were bringing into the mansion while you were watching earlier. Before this night is over, each of you will be a beautiful, naked marble statue, each displayed on her own pedestal in an erotic pose of my choosing, a look of sexual ecstasy on your beautiful eternally petrified faces.”

“Not gonna happen,” Mariah said. “You can’t put all four of us to sleep and take us to your dream world at the same time. That would take more dream energy than you have!”

“And we have a way to wake up out of your dream realm,” Alisha added defiantly. “It’s an antidote, so to speak.”

“Foolish little heroines,” Dream Mistress scolded. “I know all about your plans. And I know how to deal with them. And my dream energy is much more powerful than you realize.”

“Bring it on, lady!” Abby said. “You’re going down once and for all.”

“You heroines never learn,” Dreamed Mistress sighed. “It’s time for you four to go to sleep and enter a nightmare from which you shall not escape!”

Suddenly, a wave of fatigue hit the four heroines, dropping them to their knees.

“So tired,” Hannah said.

“Girls!” Alisha shouted. “Inject yourselves with the compound.”

Each of the four pulled out a syringe but were too overcome by exhaustion to use them. One by one, they each dropped their syringes to the floor before they could use them as their tired bodies fell the rest of the way to the floor.

Hannah succumbed first.

“Need… to… sleep,” she whispered. “Must… sleep.”

Abby quickly followed.

“Need… to… sleep,” she said softly. “Must… sleep.”

Alisha was next.

“Need… to… sleep,” the leader said. “Must… sleep.”

Finally, Mariah gave in.

“Need… to… sleep,” she said quietly. “Must… sleep.”

All four heroines were soon sound asleep. Dream Mistress had put them all to sleep at the same time, something the heroines had thought was impossible. They did not believe that she was powerful enough to do it. They had seriously underestimated the Dream Mistress and her powers and overestimated their own plan. And now they were going to pay for that mistake.

The four friends and teammates opened their eyes to find themselves sitting on the floor in the same room. In front of them stood the Dream Mistress. All four tried to stand only to be stopped by a wave of Nadia’s hand.

“Welcome to my dream realm, girls,” the villainess said. “I now have complete control over each of you! And there is nothing you can do about it!”

“We’re not beaten yet!” Mariah said defiantly. “There is a way out of this, and we will find it!”

“I don’t think so,” Nadia laughed. “You can’t do anything here without my approval. In fact, you can only do what I command you to do!”

“We’ll find a way out of this,” Abby promised. “We’re not defeated yet. We’re superheroines.”

“Oh, the young always believe they are indestructible,” laughed Dream Mistress. “You just don’t get it, Abby. You were defeated before you ever got here. And your fate was sealed the moment I put the four of you to sleep. It’s over. I’ve already won which means you’ve already lost.”

“As long as we are conscious, we can fight you,” Hannah said.

“That’s just it, Hannah dear,” replied Dream Mistress. “You’re not conscious. You are in my dream realm. Your real bodies are asleep on the floor of my study. Observe.”

She waved her hand, and the heroines were able to see an alternate scene of the room they were in. There, on the floor, were the four sleeping bodies of Alisha, Mariah, Hannah, and Abby, their unused syringes lying uselessly next to them.

“That is the four of you right at this moment, girls,” Nadia told them. “All sound asleep, completely helpless, unable to fight me, totally at my mercy. Or lack thereof.”

Dream Mistress laughed as she waved the image away. The four heroines sat in silence. Abby and Hannah looked frightened as if they might cry. Alisha looked resigned as if she knew Dream Mistress was right but wouldn’t admit it. Mariah was angry.

“It may be hopeless,” Mariah said. “But that doesn’t mean we just give up.”

“You will give up,” replied Dream Mistress. “Each of you will, sooner or later. I will break each of you before I turn you into beautiful works of erotic art.”

“You’ll never break me!” Mariah said defiantly.

“Actually, dear,” Nadia said with a wicked grin. “You are the one that I will break personally. Alisha, Hannah, and Abby will break themselves, but I will break you, Mariah! And I know I will enjoy every moment of it!”

Dream Mistress waved her hand.

“All of you stand up,” she commanded.

The four heroines stood. In the real study, the four sleeping heroines opened their eyes and also stood.

“I want you four naked,” Dream Mistress said with a smile. “The four of you will dance and do a striptease for me.”

“Oh, hell no!” Mariah protested as she involuntarily began to dance and strip along with her teammates.

Traditional stripper music began playing and the four heroines began to sway to the music. The real bodies of the four also began to dance and strip, their hips gyrating and thrusting as if they were performing as strippers on a stage at a club before cheering and leering patrons.

Dream Mistress Nadia laughed at the sight of the four women as they expertly danced and stripped. Each of them had perfect bodies. Dream Mistress particularly liked the fact that each heroine had shaved pussies. She preferred women to be that way. Nadia soon slipped her white skin-tight body suit off her perfect body and began dancing just like her captives. Like the four heroines, she also had a shaved pussy, which she began rubbing.

Alisha, Mariah, Hannah, and Abby were soon completely naked but still dancing. Dream Mistress kept them dancing as she rubbed her pussy and danced with them. After several minutes, she had an exquisite orgasm. She sat down, breathing heavily, and commanded the heroines to stop dancing. The four dream heroines stopped dancing and stood still, as did the real heroines.

A few moments later, Dream Mistress stood. She waved her hand and a large strap-on dildo appeared around her. Three other large, hand-held dildos appeared on the floor in front of Alisha, Hannah, and Abby.

“Mariah,” Dream Mistress said. “Get on your hands and knees, crawl to me, and suck on this dildo. Alisha, Hannah, and Abby, you will sit on the floor and fuck yourselves with the dildos in front of you, but you will not orgasm until I say you can, no matter how much pleasure you are feeling. And you will feel a lot of mind-blowing pleasure!”

Words of protest and dismay erupted from the four heroines, but they followed the command of the Dream Mistress. They had no choice. They were compelled to obey and were unable to resist. Alisha, Hannah, and Abby were soon furiously pounding their own pussies with the dildos and fondling their tits with their free hands. Each of the three were emitting shrieks of pleasure as they unwillingly masturbated for the Dream Mistress. Despite their reluctance to do what they were commanded, Alisha, Hannah, and Abby were soon enjoying themselves and all thoughts of resistance soon faded away because of the overwhelming pleasure.

Meanwhile, Mariah reluctantly crawled to the Dream Mistress and started sucking the dildo. Nadia thrust the dildo deep into Mariah’s throat over and over, causing the fiery red-haired heroine to gag and wretch. After nearly twenty minutes, Dream Mistress grabbed the back of Mariah’s head and forced her to take the massive dildo in as far as it would go. This had the effect of cutting off Mariah’s windpipe. She was no longer able to breathe. She wiggled and squirmed, trying to extricate the dildo but she was unable to do so. The Dream Mistress’ grip on her head was just too strong.

Mariah finally blacked out from lack of air. Her body went limp against Nadia. The Dream Mistress smiled and let Mariah fall helplessly to the floor. Moments later, Mariah opened her eyes and coughed violently. She looked at Nadia with a mixture of hatred and fear on her face.

“That’s just the beginning of our fun, cutie,” Nadia said with a wicked grin. “We have so much more to do!”

The Dream Mistress looked at Alisha, Hannah, and Abby writhing on the floor with pleasure as they continued to rapidly move the dildos in and out of their now sopping wet pussies. Their nipples were rock-hard indicating that all three were extremely aroused.

“You can orgasm now, girls,” she told them.

And they did. The three heroines screamed and bucked and writhed on the floor as a mind-blowing orgasm cascaded over each of them. The pleasure seemed like it would never end. When it finally subsided a few minutes later, Alisha, Hannah, and Abby lay exhausted on the floor, panting and gasping for air. None of the three had ever experienced an orgasm that intense. They were completely spent.

But Dream Mistress wasn’t finished with them either.

“Did I say you could stop masturbating?” Dream Mistress asked angrily. “Pick those dildos up and shove them back into your slutty pussies and keep at it until I tell you to stop. And again, you cannot orgasm until I say you can.”

The three helpless heroines immediately complied with the command the Dream Mistress gave them and were soon thrusting the dildos deep into their pussies once more.

The Dream Mistress soon turned her attention back to Mariah. She snapped her fingers, and a ball gag appeared in Mariah’s mouth. Dream Mistress snapped her fingers again and Mariah suddenly found herself bent over the arm of a couch with her hands cuffed behind her back.

“Mmmff, mmmff,” was the only noise Mariah could make.

Dream Mistress walked up behind her and began beating Mariah’s ass with a riding crop. Muffled exclamations of pain, shock, and embarrassment were the only sounds that escaped through the ball gag that was held securely in Mariah’s mouth.

Mariah’s ass was soon bright red from the continuous blows from Nadia’s whip. Mariah soon began to cry, both from pain and humiliation. Tears streamed down her face and crying sounds escaped from her gagged mouth. Dream Mistress grinned at the sight of the formerly defiant superheroine, now reduced to a crying, sobbing mess.

Nadia continued to spank/beat Mariah for twenty minutes. She looked at the other three heroines, still furiously pounding their pussies with the dildos.

“You three may orgasm again,” she told them. “And when it ends, start over again.”

As before, Alisha, Hannah, and Abby exploded in orgasm. Hannah and Abby had already been pretty much broken and were nearly mindless. Alisha had a stronger will, but she was weakening.

Dream Mistress turned back toward Mariah and snapped her fingers. The ball gag and cuffs vanished.

“Oh, God, please stop,” Mariah gasped. “I’ll do anything you ask. Just please leave me alone.”

“Not yet, pretty Mariah,” the Dream Mistress replied. “We have so much more fun ahead of us before you become a statue.”

Nadia applied lube to the dildo she was still wearing, spread Mariah’s ass cheeks apart, and roughly thrust the dildo into the heroine’s asshole. Mariah screamed in pain as the massive dildo forced her sphincter open and entered her.

“Oh, God! That hurts so much!” Mariah yelled. “Please stop!”

The Dream Mistress ignored her and kept thrusting, sliding the dildo back and forth in Mariah’s ass. The red-haired heroine soon began to alternate between pain and pleasure as the Dream Mistress continued to fuck her.

“Don’t! Stop!” Mariah cried. “Don’t. Stop. Oh, God, don’t stop!”

Mariah realized she was enjoying being abused in this manner and accepted it.

“Oh. God, please don’t stop, Dream Mistress,” she wailed as she began to enjoy what Dream Mistress was doing to her. “Use me, Dream Mistress. Use me. I am yours, Dream Mistress. Command me, Dream Mistress, and I will obey. Fuck me, Dream Mistress! Please keep fucking me! Oh, please, don’t stop fucking me!”

Dream Mistress smiled wickedly. Mariah was almost there. And the Dream Mistress knew just what to do to break her will completely.

“Very good, my little slave,” the Dream Mistress cackled after thirty minutes of pounding Mariah’s ass. “You may orgasm now. Orgasm and lose your mind to me forever!”

“Thank you, Dream Mistress!” Mariah said as she began to orgasm.

The once powerful superheroine screamed in ecstasy as she was rocked by a massive orgasm. Then a second. And a third. It was mind-shattering, which was what the Dream Mistress intended. Mariah was completely broken in mind, body, and spirit. She belonged to the Dream Mistress, and she knew it. And she accepted it. Dream Mistress Nadia now owned her.

The Dream Mistress smiled down at the helpless and broken Mariah. She turned and looked at the other three heroines, still furiously fucking themselves with the dildos.

“You three may orgasm again,” she told them. “And then you can stop masturbating.”

Alisha, Hannah, and Abby screamed with a mind-blowing orgasm, then collapsed exhausted onto the floor, their bodies still shuddering as they gasped for breath. All three had also been broken. Like Mariah, the three now belonged completely to the Dream Mistress. No thoughts of resistance remained in any of the four heroines. Dream Mistress Nadia now owned their minds in addition to their bodies. The superheroines had been mentally enslaved.

Nadia allowed the four superheroines to rest for a few minutes, then ordered them to line up in front of her on their knees in a slave position. The four immediately complied. In the real world, all four lined up on their knees just as they did in their dream. Each woman wore a blank expression and had glazed/glassy eyes. Their only thoughts were that they were now owned by the Dream Mistress, that they were now her obedient slaves.

The Dream Mistress stepped in front of Abby and smiled at her.

“You may speak, Abby,” she said.

“You are my Goddess, Dream Mistress,” she replied softly. “You control me. You own me, Dream Mistress. I am your obedient slave. I long to obey you.”

“And you, Hannah?” Nadia said as she moved in front of the second youngest heroine.

“I belong to you, Dream Mistress,” Hannah answered. “You are my owner. I obey only you, Dream Mistress. You are my world, my everything.”

“Alisha?” Dream Mistress asked.

“I am your slave, Dream Mistress,” Alisha responded, a look of adoration in her eyes. “I am your puppet, your plaything. I am yours to command. I worship you, Dream Mistress.”

“And Mariah,” said Dream Mistress.

“I am your fuck toy, Dream Mistress,” Mariah said breathlessly. “I am your helpless little sex slave, merely a toy for your pleasure and amusement. Use me in any way you desire, Dream Mistress. I am your obedient slave. My only desire is to obey you completely, utterly, without question!”

“Very good, girls,” the Dream Mistress said. “Each of you has been appropriately broken and conditioned, just as I planned. I certainly enjoyed myself and I know you did too. Now it is time for the main event, turning each of you into beautiful marble statues.”

She looked at the four entranced superheroines then settled her gaze on Abby.

“Abby, dear,” she said. “Are you ready to become a sexy statue?”

“Yes, Dream Mistress!” Abby answered excitedly. “I want to be your sexy statue! I want to do anything that pleases you, my Goddess!”

“I knew you would, cutie,” Dream Mistress smiled. “Rise, walk to your pedestal, and step up onto it.”

Dream Abby did as she was commanded. She stood, walked to the pedestal, stepped onto it, and turned to face the Dream Mistress. In the real study, the real Abby did the same thing. She mounted her pedestal and awaited her next command.

“Now, Abby,” Dream Mistress told her. “Stick the first two fingers of your right hand into your pussy and wiggle them, allowing your juices to coat them. Feel the pleasure starting to build inside you.”

Dream Abby and real Abby obeyed.

“Now, take them out,” Nadia commanded. “And stick them in your mouth and suck on them, savoring the taste of your own juices. Take the first two fingers of your left hand and stick them in your pussy and moan with pleasure as if you are being fucked.

Again, both dream Abby and real Abby complied.

“Keep your eyes open,” Dream Mistress said. “Keep sucking on your fingers and fingering yourself with the other hand. Keep moaning and give me a look of sexual fulfillment. Now, my little Abby, turn into a sexy marble statue for eternity!”

Dream Abby instantly turned into a marble statue. In the study, the real Abby also became a sexy marble statue, her knees slightly bent, a look of sexual ecstasy forever frozen on her now permanently immobile face.

She looked beautiful as a statue.

“Perfect!” said the Dream Mistress. “Hannah, are you ready to become a marble statue?”

“Yes, Dream Mistress,” Hannah replied. “I am your obedient slave, yours to use as you wish. My only desire is to obey and please you!”

“Mount your pedestal, sweetie,” Dream Mistress ordered.

Dream Hannah stood up and obeyed the Dream Mistress. The real Hannah also stood and took her place on her pedestal.

“You have lovely large tits, Hannah,” said the Dream Mistress. “So, here is how I want you to pose. Bend slightly forward at the waist, cup your breasts and push them up so that they look bigger and pucker your lips as if you are kissing someone, keeping your eyes open looking in front of you.”

Dream Hannah took the pose as commanded. In the study, the real Hannah also assumed the same pose.

“That looks perfect, my big-boobed beauty,” Nadia said. “Now you will become a lovely, sexy marble statue, your beauty preserved forever.”

Dream Hannah became a marble statue in seconds. The real Hannah also transformed into a marble statue, mounted on her pedestal, her lips puckered forever awaiting a kiss.

“Now we come to the deposed leader of this superheroine team,” Dream Mistress said. “The blonde beauty, Alisha. I have a special pose in mind for you, my dear. What do you think of that?”

“I am ready to obey you, Dream Mistress,” Alisha answered with a smile. “I am your obedient slave. Command me and I will obey you! You own me, Dream Mistress! I will do anything and everything you say.”

“I know you will, slave,” Nadia replied. “Rise and take your place on your pedestal.”

Dream Alisha obeyed and stepped onto her designated pedestal. Real Alisha did the same and awaited her next command from the Dream Mistress.

“Lick the first two fingers of your right hand, slave Alisha, and get them very wet,” commanded Nadia.

The former superheroine obeyed.

“Now, bend slightly at the waist,” Nadia ordered. “Reach behind you with your right hand and insert your two wet fingers into your asshole. Next, take the first two fingers from your left hand and insert them into your pussy.”

Both dream and real Alisha obeyed.

“You feel like you are being fucked in both your ass and your pussy,” said the Dream Mistress. “It is turning you on. Your pleasure is building rapidly. Keeping your eyes open, you start moaning in pleasure.”

In both the dream realm and the real world, Alisha began moaning.

“Your facial expression is one of a massive, building orgasm,” the villainess said. “It is building and building.”

The Dream Mistress let Alisha keep building for a few moments.

“Perfect, my blonde bombshell,” Nadia said with an evil grin. “Now orgasm and turn into a marble statue as the orgasm washes over you!”

Dream Alisha started to scream in ecstasy but was cut off as her body turned to marble. Real Alisha also screamed in pleasure as she turned to marble in the middle of her orgasm, her mouth open in an ecstatic, orgasmic scream she would never finish.

Nadia the Dream Mistress laughed at the expression on statue Alisha’s face. She had been captured perfectly in the midst of orgasmic bliss. She looked perfect.

She turned back toward Mariah.

“Oh, my feisty flame-haired Mariah,” she said. “The superheroine who said she couldn’t be broken. Breaking you was so easy. All it took was making you suck a dildo, spanking your ass, then fucking you in the ass with a strap-on. I thought it would take so much more than that to break a defiant superheroine such as yourself. What do you have to say to me now, Mariah?”

“I am your slave, Dream Mistress,” Mariah said. “You easily broke me. You own me, mind, body, and soul. You are all-powerful and I am nothing. I am merely a toy for your amusement. I am your obedient and humble slave. You are my better in every way, Dream Mistress.”

“That I am, slave Mariah,” the villainess laughed. “Well, my dear, it is time for you to meet your fate. Stand and take your place on your pedestal.”

“Yes, Dream Mistress,” Dream Mariah replied as she stood and walked to the pedestal.

In the study, the still sleeping real Mariah also mounted her pedestal.

“Now, drop to your knees, slave Mariah,” Nadia commanded.

Both Dream Mariah and the real Mariah complied.

“Grab your tits with both hands,” Nadia ordered, and Mariah obeyed. “Lean forward slightly and open your mouth as if you are sucking on a large cock or dildo.”

Dream Mariah and the real Mariah opened their mouths as if awaiting a huge cock.

“That is perfect my formerly feisty slave,” the Dream Mistress said with a grin. “You are perfectly obedient! Oh, and I promise to use that mouth of yours from time to time, my beautiful slut. Now, my dear, hold that pose and become a marble statue. Become a marble statue for all eternity!”

Dream Mariah instantly turned into a beautiful and quite sexy marble statue. In the study, the real Mariah had also turned into a very sexy marble statue, immobilized forever with hands cupping her large tits and her mouth open awaiting a huge dildo or cock, a look of happiness on her forever unmoving face.

Dream Mistress Nadia looked at her newest superheroine statues and smiled, then exited the dream.

Back in her real study, the naked Nadia also looked over her new statues. She was very pleased at the way they had turned out. They were all beautiful and quite sexy. She had taken down the entire team of four at the same time and it had been so easy.

“What a wonderful night,” the Dream Mistress said aloud. “Four more heroines captured, bringing my collection up to eleven beautiful and sexy statue trophies! I can’t wait until the next team of superheroines tries to come after me! I will take them as easily as I have these superheroines.”

Dream Mistress Nadia smiled again as she began rubbing her pussy. She was on top of the world!

The end!

Maybe!