Excerpt from The Wicked Little

“Sit down,” the woman said to him.

Adam obeyed, unable to resist. “You'll never get away with this, Domme Vixen. Real Dom will come for me.”

She smiled. A twisted thing on such a beauty. Who could have done such wrong to this woman that she turned out like this? “I'm counting on it.” She stood over him wearing a black leather corset and ankle length, high heeled boots. A single tail whip hung on her left side, and on the right coiled a length of rope. Adam suspected that rope may never have been used, as her power made it unnecessary.

“By now, Real Dom's harem will be finished. By discovering his secret identity, I am able to finally hurt him through his loved ones, and he will be coming here in a rage.” Her eyes glinted in the light of the room. “And he will find that his faithful sidekick will serve me now.”

“I will never serve you!” Adam spit on the floor.

She gestured her finger in a closed motion as she said, “Shut up. You will not speak unless I address you directly. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” He wanted to say more, but her power over him compelled him to hold his tongue. He waited for her response.

He did not even see her draw. One moment, the whip lay at her hip, and in the next, she held it in her hands as the tail struck Adam's cheek. It stung, and he gritted his teeth at the pain. Her power over him was so strong that he couldn't even cry out. He felt blood sliding down his cheek. He desperately wanted to wipe it away, but his body would not respond to his commands. He was hers now, completely in her control.

“Yes, what?” her voiced boomed over him.

“Yes, ma'am!” He gritted his teeth. The words made him ill. He felt dirty, impure. He felt nothing for this woman but contempt, but he could not control the words. He spoke whatever she wanted to hear.

She stepped closer to him and caressed his face. She leaned down and licked up the blood as it trailed down his cheek. “Good boy,” she purred in his ear as she nibbled his lobe. He hated the reaction his body gave in response to her touch. And calling him a good boy, stirred something in him. Something...unfamiliar. “Yes, I can tell, you want to be Mommy's good boy, don't you?”

“Yes, Mommy.” The words spilled from his lips without thinking. He could feel his mind reverting to that of a child. He had no memories of his childhood. His mind has been that of an adult as far back as he can remember. But something stirred in his heart. Something dark. Something cold

“Oh what a good boy you are.” She sat in his lap and stoked his hair. He closed his eyes and sighed with relief, but his mind screamed no, this can't be happening! But another part of him wanted to nuzzle in her cleavage, wanted to serve. As if she could read his mind, she lowered his head onto her cleavage and patted him gently. Then he realized with horror that she did not read his mind, but he projected his thoughts into hers. This was a new use of his powers. He could only read the desires of others, but now he discovered that he can project desire onto someone else. But he did not make that thought happen. Something else did. Adam did not think he was alone in this body, and something was coming to the surface. His body moved of its own accord, nuzzling his face into her breasts.

“Do you want to nurse on me?” she purred and pulled a breast from her corset. It was perfect, full but not too large. Big enough to wrap his whole hand around. Her nipple stood out hard and alert. Ready for his mouth to nurse on.

“Mmmhmm,” he heard his voice murmur. “Yes, Mommy. Please.”

“Do it.”

His body took over, and Adam realized he was powerless to stop it. He grabbed hold of Domme Vixen's breast and put his mouth to it. He sucked on it hard, gnashing it with his teeth. She cried out in pain and pleasure. She wrapped her fingers around his hair and tugged on his head, but couldn't risk pulling him away or he might take the whole nipple with him. However, the firm grip on his hair made the darkness rising in him to pause and consider the consequences. He sucked on her nipple a bit more gently, but still using teeth to hurt and tease. He could taste blood and realized he'd broken the skin, but he drank deeply of her life's essence. She moaned and pulled a bit harder on his hair. The pain excited him and he drank deeper and harder.

“Stop,” she said suddenly, and he obeyed. “Stand over there,” she pointed, “and strip out of your clothes.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He rose and moved to where she had pointed. He screamed inwardly to resist her commands, but his body removed his clothing willingly. He left only his mask. Compulsion or not, he needed to protect his secret identity.

She rose and moved in on him. She stroked the cut on his cheek. “You seek to defy me?”

“My mask is not clothing,” he spoke. “I am not compelled to remove it.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Ma'am.”

She slapped him, reopening the wound. Blood dripped down his cheek and onto his chest. “I could compel you to take it off, but it will be much more rewarding to unmask you myself.” She hooked a finger underneath it, and started to lift it up.

A man's throat cleared behind her. Adam saw a man dressed in black, wearing a black leather mask over his eyes.

“What?” she screeched without turning away.

“Ma'am, our intel has revealed that Real Dom has discovered the remains of his harem, and he is coming this way. At full speed.”

She pulled her hand away from Adam's mask. “Excellent. Prepare our defenses.”

Her goon swallowed. “Against Real Dom? He'll kill us, ma'am.”

She turned to face him and pointed a finger at him. “Then you will each and every one of you die for me. I own you, and I will not be defied.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

She turned back to Adam and kissed him full on the lips. He could feel himself harden as desire overcame him. The darkness within him pushed the pleasure onto her, and she kissed him harder, as her desire rose.

“It looks like our party may be interrupted soon. We had best hurry. I will let you keep your mask, slave. There's only one part of you I'm interested in at the moment anyways.” He reached down and cupped his crotch in her firm hand. It grew even larger in her grasp. She moved a hand up and down it slowly. He groaned and throbbed. “Did you know that my powers also give me command of your body functions? I can make you harder than you’ve ever been. I can give you an erection that lasts longer than 4 hours. I’m better than viagra.” She gave him a hard squeeze, both cock and balls at the same time. “But I can also make it so that you can never be hard again, ever. I can make it so that you never experience an orgasm again. If I tell you that you cannot cum without permission, you will never cum again unless I say so.” She released her grip on his crotch and stroked him up and down a bit again. He sighed in contentment as he throbbed in her grasp. “You will serve me, won’t you? If you serve me well, you will be amply rewarded with orgasms you could never imagine, but if you refuse me, I will make sure that your cock is held on the edge of orgasm for the rest of your life. You will never find release, and it will drive you mad. So who do you belong to, my baby boy?” She stroked his cock a few times, gripping him tight.

“You, mommy. Only you,” Adam heard himself gasp. He was losing this fight, losing himself to the darkness. He could feel his consciousness slipping….down and down and into darkness. As Adam faded, the darkness took full control. He was no longer Boy Desire, the trusty sidekick of Real Dom, he was…

“You will be my wicked little, won’t you?” she said as she stroked him faster. “You want Mommy to take care of this poor cock, and in return, you will help me defeat Real Dom.”

“Yes, Mommy.” His voice rose an octave as he spoke now. “Please make me feel good. I will do anything for you. I am your Wicked Little.”

“Yes!” she cried out in pleasure, stroking him harder, faster. “Yes, you make Mommy so happy!” Wicked could feel the pleasure building up in his cock. Closer and closer he came to erupting. He moaned and gasped as she continued to stimulate him.

“Oh, Mommy, I’m about to cum,” he cried out just as he felt the pleasure reach its ultimate point.

“Stop,” she said as she released his cock.

He cried out in pain, as his orgasm stopped and lingered right on the edge. His cock twitched and throbbed, trying to release its load. He bucked his hips, but it was futile. Nothing he did would bring him over that edge. He snarled and thrashed in place, but Domme Vixen just smiled at his pain.

“Do you see now?” she purred as she ran her fingernails lightly against his cheek. “This is my power. It hurts, doesn’t it? Your body needing that release, but not quite able to make it. You know that one more stroke, one more kiss, one more touch would drive you over the moment of pure pleasure, but it will not happen unless I command it.” She grabbed his cock again and stroked it fast. He cried out as the pleasure intensified. He could still not go over that edge, but the pleasure continued to build. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. He knew that he could not stand it any longer.

“Please!” His body wracked in sobs. “Make it stop, pleeeeeeease!” She continued to stroke him, and the pleasure made him lose even his ability to speak. He opened his mouth and only gibberish came out.

“Good. Beg me like a good boy.” She let go of his cock and took two steps to his left. “Now. Now you may cum.”

He roared as his orgasm happened. His cock exploded, cum shooting out of him in bucket loads. He could do nothing but trash and snarl as his orgasm wracked his body. He’d never felt anything that intense in his life. He might even have blacked out a bit.

When he regained consciousness again, he saw blurred figures of Domme Vixen and Real Dom locked in combat. His former friend should have been able to knock her out in one punch, but he looked haggard, weak. He swung at her with a fist, and she jumped to one side. She whipped him on the arm with her single tail, and Wicked saw blood on Real Dom’s arm. This can’t be real. Real Dom didn’t bleed. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Domme Vixen was actually beating Real Dom in a physical fight. He tried to strike her again, but she entangled his arm with her whip, and smashed into his nose with the palm of her hand. Blood spurted out his nostrils, and he shouted as he covered his nose with both hands.

“Now,” she said. “At last. Get on your knees and kneel before me.”

Real Dom sank to his knees, still clutching the mess of his nose. Blood pooled out from between his fingers. How can this be? Real Dom is immune to the powers of women. How can Domme Vixen be using them on him?

She walked over to him and grabbed what hair she could on his head and yanked hard. He cried out in pain, but said nothing. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day, you fucking misogynist. You could have helped me become the hero I was destined to be, but you didn’t. You ruined my life, and so now I have ruined yours.” She pulled harder on his hair, yanking his head back. “I discovered a secret about you, Real Dom. Your power comes from your unshakable confidence in yourself. Once I discovered your secret identity and came after your loved ones, and your realized that even with all your power, you cannot protect them and keep them safe, and with that one act, I cracked your armor open, and now you are powerless before me.” She laughed. “But I’m not done with you yet, I plan to watch your sidekick murder you in cold blood. The last thing you will see will be the ultimate betrayal. Your boy is mine now!” She turned to Wicked and said, “Come here, Babyboy, and bring me the knife over on that table.” Her gaze fell onto Real Dom once again. “I am quite giddy with excitement. You made me this way, and now I’m going to end you for it. You see, once my wicked little comes over here, he’s going to…” Her words trailed off as Wicked stuck the knife into her back. She stumbled back into his arms, her legs no longer able to function.

“I’ve severed your spine, Mother. You won’t be able to move, but I will lower you gently to the floor.” He did as he said he would. “I am terrible sorry that I have to kill you. You did make me feel incredible earlier, but I don’t play well with others, and being under your control will keep me from creating my own empire of evil.” He giggled and leaned down, kissing her on the forehead. “I’m pulling the dagger out now, Mother. You shouldn’t feel any pain.” He pulled the knife free, and she didn’t not shudder or cry out. “I am truly sorry for this next part. While you should feel no pain because of your severed spine, the next part will become terribly uncomfortable as your lungs fill with blood.” Her eyes widened a little as he took the knife to her throat and slice it open from ear to ear. Domme Vixen choked and gasp as the air left her body, and blood replaced it in her lungs. After but a few moments, she stopped and closed her eyes, never to move again.

Wicked turned to Real Dom. “Now what shall we do with you?” He looked down at his own body and said, “Oh dear, I forgot that I was still naked. Silly me. You don’t mind if I use your cape for this, do you?” Wicked wiped the blood from his knife on Real Dom’s cape. He held the knife to his former friend’s throat. “I should kill you, but then I’d still be serving her in doing it. So I’ll let you live.” He smiled and did a little happy dance. “She’s already destroyed you and rendered you powerless. You’ll be no bother to me.” He mused for a moment. “I will, however, take a souvenir.” He placed the blade against Real Dom’s right ear and sliced it off. Real Dom screamed in pain and forgot the pain in his nose, grasping hold of the side of his head and whimpering.

“Awwww, you poor thing,” Wicked said. “You should sleep. Everything will look better once you sleep a bit. In fact, you should be getting tired just about now.” He projected a feeling of peaceful sleep into Real Dom’s mind, and he fell right to sleep, despite the pain. Wicked put the blade in Real Dom’s hand and then put his hands together and wiggled his fingers in front of his face. “Now, what shall I do now.” He glanced back at Domme Vixen. “Now where did you put it, Mother?” He leaned down and frisked her body, finding an old iron key in a secret pocket of her costume. He cackled madly as he looked around the room, looking for a hole to stick this key in. He giggled as he briefly thought about sticking it into the electric socket, but there would be plenty of time for electricity play another time. Then he saw it. A painting hanging on the wall. It was an ugly thing, all sunshine and rainbows. No super villain worth his salt should hang anything so hideous in his lair. He glanced down at Domme Vixen and wished he could kill her again for her bad taste in art. However, he walked to the painting and slid it to one side, revealing an old time safe. There was a keyhole that the key fit in perfectly, and he opened the safe. There is was, wrapped in a purple, velvety cloth. He lifted the priceless object from the safe and cradled it in his arms. He unwrapped the silk and was pleased with what he found there. He’d heard rumors of this object, whispers in the dark. It is said that many a superhero and supervillain had used this to gain their powers. Certainly Domme Vixen had done so. She’d been ordinary. A scared, helpless girl who sought the power to protect herself. But now she was dead, and the object belonged to him now. He rubbed the magic lamp in his hands and waited for the genie to arrive. “Now it’s time to have some real fun.”