A/N: Here's the Epilogue! With this, the story is officially finished, though I'm not discounting the idea of a sequel in the future. Would probably be the far future though, give the MCU universe a bit more time extend it's timeline before I get back into things.
Six Months Later
After arriving in the world's only island city-state, I found Singapore exactly as friendly as I'd expected. Becoming a close personal friend of most of its highest ranking government officials had not been difficult at all, and that had allowed me to put down roots while staying largely out of the public eye. I was never the kind of man who needed a mansion and grounds and all that rot, so I went with a modest two story home. Then, using my new friendships, I had a couple sublevels put in as well.
I was on one of those sublevels right now with Trish. She was a mite indisposed, swinging from the ceiling in a complex bondage sex swing. I'd never actually done rope bondage before arriving in this world, despite it being one of my kinks, and when I'd still been in New York I'd been a bit too busy to get into it so I'd settled for mostly vanilla sex.
Since arriving in Singapore however, I'd had quite a lot of time to practice and very willing participants to practice on. I was no master, but I'd developed quite a skill for it as evidenced by Trish, swinging before me. Of course, she wasn't just tied up and completely at my mercy, she was also experiencing a state of partial sensory deprivation. A specially made hood was fitted over her head with only two holes.
One was at the back of her head for her blonde ponytail to stick out of so that the rest of the hood could more perfectly rest against her skull. The other was at her nose and mouth, exposing that part of her face to my tender ministrations. Her eyes were covered and the inside of the hood had specially designed ear muffs that completely silenced the outside world for her. All she had was touch, taste, and smell, and I was taking liberal advantage of that.
Of course, the rest of her body was naked as she hung before me, the only places her skin was covered were where the ropes wrapped around her to hold her up and spread her for my gaze. Smiling, I run my hangs over her silky smooth skin even as I circle around her, feeling her shiver beneath my touch in anticipation and need. As I ghost the tips of my fingers along her inner thighs, I hear a whimper from her that draws a chuckle from me.
A moment later I plunge three fingers inside of her already soaked cunt and she lets out a yelp before panting and moaning in time with the piston like motions of my hand. I'm taking my time enjoying the way her inner walls contract and spasm around my fingers, my other hand massaging and kneading her ass as I pushed the three fingers deep into her before drawing back. Already, I was considering what to do to her next, any number of things that she would absolutely love, mostly because she loved whatever I loved.
Before any of that could happen however, the door to the sex dungeon, because that's what this was, burst open and Jessica came running in. I look at her, brought only slightly out of the moment I was having with Trish, my fingers slowing slightly to the blonde's confusion and disappointment as I cock an eyebrow in Jessica's direction. She's immediately guilty and looks down, unwilling to make eye contact and knowing that she's interrupted my fun. Not that I'm really mad, I've always been laidback, and I'm already considering how to include Jessica in our fun.
Still, there's bound to be a very good reason that Jessica had interrupted us, as I'd told her to do so only in an emergency. It couldn't be a personal emergency however, or the alarms would have gone off as I wasn't stupid enough to not hook this sublevel up to the manor's security. So, that said, I continued to play with Trish's body even as I spoke, "Yes?"
Jessica clears her throat, "You should turn on the TV Master. There's something happening on the news right now. Something big."
Well it certainly better be. Letting out a put upon sigh, I removed my fingers from Trish's drenched sex, much to her vocal displeasure. Moving around her, I push those same fingers into her open mouth even as my other hand reaches for the remote on the table near her head. Trish sucks her own juices off of my fingers dutifully as I use the remote to turn on the seventy inch Smart TV mounted on the wall.
What, you don't have one of those in your sex dungeon? Sometimes a little distraction can be a good thing. Oh, you don't have a sex dungeon to put one in? Ah, well that's just such a shame. Everyone should have a sex dungeon sublevel beneath their residence, along with a seventy inch Smart TV to mount on one of its walls. But I've gotten sidetracked, where were we?
Ah yes, I'd turned on the news to see what Jessica considered important enough to interrupt me for. I watched the coverage of an incident I'd been expecting to happen any time for six months now with complete aplomb. I wasn't really surprised that it'd finally come to pass. I wasn't even really surprised by the result either. It'd been something I'd theorized about back on my original world. After another couple minutes I shut the television off, having seen enough.
Turning back to Jessica as I put the remote down, I find her biting her lower lip in worry. She's afraid that I'm angry with her since I have not reacted with the shock and surprise she'd expected from me. I smile to waylay that emotion, "Thank you for bringing this to my attention Jessica. It was indeed something I needed to know about. I am surprised at just how much you seem to care though. I hadn't pegged you as being overly concerned with the gifted who deign to dress up in their ridiculous costumes."
Jessica just gives a half shrug, one of her shoulders rising up, "Guess I just didn't expect things to go like this. Also, not really a big fan of these Sokovia Accords either. Kinda worried what that could mean for us."
I chuckle lightly at that, finally pulling my fingers out of Trish's mouth and leaving her in the lurch for the moment, "Yes, they certainly seemed invincible atop their pedestals didn't they? It makes it harder to acknowledge his death, though I've been expecting something like it to happen for some time. None of us are immortal Pet, and when you risk your life as often as they do, eventually the risk stops paying off."
Shrugging, I step away from Trish entirely and up to Jessica, any fear I ever felt of her ending me the way she had done to Kilgrave long gone with just how close we'd become over the last six months, "As for these… accords, they are meaningless to us. While Singapore is a member of the United Nations, I am a respected citizen of this city state and a beloved friend of its government. We're safe here from those fools and their power plays."
Jessica nods, and despite me not giving any orders I can see the way the worry melts off of her face as I speak, my voice a calming influence that leaves her completely relaxed and content. She's clearly already forgotten all about the news she'd rushed in here for given the soft blush spreading across her cheeks at my proximity and the way her teeth were now biting her lower lip in a very different way from earlier.
I raise an eyebrow at her, smile still on my face as I drawled out her name, "Jessica… if I didn't know any better, I'd think you had an ulterior motive for interrupting Trish's time with me then just to give me this news. If you did, if it wasn't just to make sure I was informed of the things currently happening in another part of the world, well, I'd have to punish you wouldn't I?"
As I circle around Jessica, I find the super strong woman almost shaking like a leaf in suppressed desire, even as she answers me, "I… maybe…"
Grabbing her from behind by the hair, I pull her head back, forcing her to look up into my eyes as she submits completely to my grasp, "Yes Jessica?"
Swallowing thickly in blatant arousal, she forms the words, "I interrupted you and Trish because I wanted you to fuck me Master. I've been selfish. I deserve to be punished."
Smiling, I release her and move away to sit down in a comfortable chair. She stays standing where she is, awaiting my verdict. After a moment I wave a hand at her, "Very well, you know what to do."
Vague commands was something I was a big fan of these days. Direct orders might be fun to a normal Master, someone without a mind control virus, but for me, it just left Trish and Jessica as dazed controlled husks instead of willing participants. Not that I didn't have fun sometimes with them dazed and obeying my every order as I said it. But at the end of the day, I'd taught them to know exactly what I wanted without me having to spell it out, simply so that I knew that they were fully engaged in our fun.
So as I sat there and watched, Jessica responded to my words by nodding and slowly stripping over her clothing. She wasn't as good as Trish at giving a strip tease, but she had certainly learned how to add a little flair to undressing, basking in my attention, arousal, and approval as she stripped down until I there was nothing left to keep her pale beautiful body from my gaze.
Moving forward slowly, seductively, she came to a stop before me and knelt, hands resting on her knees as she waited for my next orders. After a moment of staring at her like that, I acted. Standing, I grabbed her by her hair and she followed without a single noise of protest as I led her over to a specific device. Soon enough I had her strapped down, straddling a bench derived from the torture device known as a wooden horse.
This one was a bit kinder, having external padding along with internal vibration, which I immediately turned up to max, causing Jessica to gasp as it went to work against the entire front of her body currently draped over it. Meanwhile, I moved over to where Trish had been forced to wait for my return, and grabbed hold of the rigging holding her up. Moving her over to Jess' head, I smile as I present her dripping slit to Jessica's face.
I stop Jessica from immediately setting to work eating it with a hand, instead grabbing a riding crop off of the rack and running it over Jessica's upraised ass, causing her to shiver in anticipation. With Trish I usually kept it to a paddle to refrain from doing too much damage. Jessica on the other hand could not only take far more punishment, she actively enjoyed the pain at this point, having become quite the little masochist over the last few months.
With everything finally in place, I speak, "Now then Jessica. Some lashes seem like a good place to start. Given that your selfishness left Trish hanging quite literally, I think it only fair we include her as well. So, when you feel the crop, you will give the needy cunt in front of you one long lick, thank me, and await the next lash. Understood?"
She's panting now, but she still speaks clearly when she responds, "Yes sir."
Smiling, I rest the crop on her pale ass for a moment before pulling it back, "Good."
And then I bring it down hard and Jessica's body shakes in pleasurable pain as it makes contact. Jessica leans forward dutifully and licks along Trish's sex much to the other woman's delight, before speaking, "Thank you sir!"
Smack. Lick. "Thank you sir!" Smack. Lick. "Thank you sir!" Smack. Lick. "Thank you sir!"
This abuse continued for some time, Jessica's body reacting quite positively as I left her pale back side red and her juices leaked out onto the vibrating bench she was straddling. It ended when I brought the crop down and Jessica responded by crying out and climaxing, releasing a veritable flood from her cunt, her body spasming for a solid minute. Still, after she recovers, she remembers to lean forward and lick Trish's slit before letting out a breathless, "T-thank you sir."
Setting the crop aside, I run my hands over Jessica's reddened ass, "Well now, cumming without permission. That was very naughty of you Pet. Has Trish even cum from your treacherous tongue yet?"
Jessica shudders under my touch before shaking her head, "No Master, not yet."
Smiling, I pull Jessica slightly back on the bench until her sex is more exposed to me and more importantly more exposed to my cock. Running the head up and down her gushing slit, I lean over the super strong woman completely at my mercy and tell her, "This is what's going to happen then. You're going to do your absolute best to bring Trish to orgasm with that filthy mouth of yours. Meanwhile, I'm going to fuck you. Of course, we both know how much you love my cock, and once I'm inside you, I'm sure you're going to want to orgasm. You will not. No matter how much you want to cum, I want you to bring Trish to climax at least three times first. Then and only then will you be allowed to find your own peak, understood?"
Jessica had definitely been getting off on my words mixed with her current circumstances, and by the time I finished talking she didn't seem to really have a voice left to answer with, so she settled for just nodding as I asked if she understood. I decided to accept that, mostly because I was more interested in getting started then forcing the words out of her mouth.
Taking my cock in my hand, I press the tip against her entrance and watch as it welcomes me inside, parting easily as I slide all the way inside her, before clinging tightly to my length. Jessica slowly flexed her pussy muscles around my cock in a quite delightful way even as she used another muscle, namely her tongue, to begin her work on Trish's own pussy.
By this point I was sure Trish had figured out that it wasn't me who had been torturing her with licks, despite her sight and hearing being closed off. If nothing else, she'd gotten quite a lot of experience with learning what Jessica's tongue felt like inside of her. She was still very enthusiastic though, her cries of pleasure and moans filling the dungeon as I fucked Jessica fast and hard, pushing her face into Trish's welcoming crotch with my thrusts.
Jessica meanwhile was single-minded in her focus on Trish's sex, and I watched as she coaxed her best friend to climax in record time, and then proceeded to do it again. The third time took longer as Trish began to grow less aroused and more exhausted. After a few minutes of nothing, an increasingly desperate Jessica tore straight through the cuffs holding her wrists to the bench and brought her hands up to help with getting Trish off a third and final time.
As Trish hit that final peak, Jessica immediately hit hers as well, my orders fulfilled and her body no longer betraying her to obey me. Her own orgasm caused her slow purposeful contractions around my cock to become erratic and more powerful, until she was practically milking me with her cunt muscles. With a grunt and a groan I grabbed onto her ass and filled her with my cum, the climax I'd been staving off as she worked on Trish finally forced out of me.
At that point, we were all pretty exhausted, but there was enough strength left for Jessica and I to untie and release Trish from her sensory deprivation. Making our way over to the large bed on the other side of the sex dungeon, I ended up the middle of a sandwich with a blonde and raven haired beauty on either side of me. Trish nuzzled into my neck, half asleep while Jessica rested her head on my shoulder and ran a hand over my chest.
Turning slightly, I kissed Jessica's forehead and smiled, "Well done darling… but I don't believe I gave you permission to break those cuffs. Naughty naughty girl."
Jessica just makes an 'mm' sound before giving me a tired but impish grin, "Sorry Master. How can I make it up to you?"
I can't help grinning back, running my hand through her dark hair, "Ah, I'm sure we'll think of something pet."
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Five Years Later
Sitting at a table, I glare across it at the current source of my aggravation. Opening my mouth, I speak in a commanding tone with the sort of casual confidence that comes from having the ability to make anyone around you do exactly what you say, "Eat your vegetables."
Unnatural Violet eyes stare back at me as cheeks puff out in anger and arms cross over a chest petulantly. The response comes quickly and is quite final if not exactly verbose, "No!"
I sigh as my daughter once more refuses to eat the leafy green section of her dinner, and finally put down my fork to engage in verbal combat with the four year old, "Miranda, you have to eat your vegetables. They'll help you grow up healthy and strong."
Miranda proceeds to shake her head and parry my point as only a four year old can, "I don't wanna!"
Pressing my lips together, I exhale through my nose before proceeding to lay down the law, "If you won't eat your veggies, there will be no dessert."
That gets her attention as she thinks this over before eventually asking carefully, "What's dessert?"
I proceed to smile triumphantly, I've got her on the line, now just need to reel her in, "Ice cream love. Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough with caramel, which I happen to know is your favorite. And if you don't eat all of those veggies right now, I'm going to make a bowl just for me and eat it all by myself."
She gasps loudly at this betrayal, her eyes widening dramatically as she responds in the only way she considers reasonable, "You're a big meanie head!"
I frown at that. I've never been good at taking criticism, and before I can stop myself, I'm firing back, "Yeah? Well you're purple!"
My daughter, who is indeed very much purple just like her father, proceeds to gasp again and then point at me with her small chubby little index finger, "So're you!"
I fall silent for a moment, "… I'll have to think of a fitting response to that."
The dinner table fell silent at that, with my four year old daughter giving me the silent treatment and me contemplating what to try next. After a moment, my concentration was broken by the licking sounds coming from the chair between Miranda and I and I glance to where Trish was doing an excellent impression of a cat, her own plate of food completely forgotten as she groomed herself. Sighing, I bring up my fingers to rub the bridge of my nose, "Miranda, you have to stop making mommy think she's a cat."
Miranda scoffs, tiny arms still crossed over her chest, "But I like kitties."
I force a smile onto my face, "Don't you like mommy too?"
She juts out her lower lip and shakes her head, "No! She wants me to eat my veggies and they taste gross! 'Sides, I want a kitty!"
Grimacing, I am forced to acknowledge that yes, Trish currently thinks she's a cat, because she'd tried very gently to prod Miranda into eating the greens left on her plate, only for the task to fall to me when Miranda had reacted poorly. Right.
"Miranda, you know why we can't have a cat. You and I are both allergic to them."
Which truly was unfortunate, given I'd been very much a cat person in my previous life. Still, I had beautiful human females to cuddle these days. Miranda is oblivious to my suddenly lecherous thoughts as she smiles brightly and responds with, "I'm not allergic to mommy!"
The damn rascal looks especially triumphant at that, as if with that single statement, she's completely won our verbal joust. It's time to end this, I will not be out smarted by a four year old damnit!
"Miranda, what have I taught you about stealing?"
Something in my tone must get her attention, as she drops the smile to respond, parroting my words back to me dutifully, "That we can't steal from family and we should only steal from strangers when we won't get caught."
I smile, "Precisely. Now, what is mommy?"
That gets a blink and a frown from Miranda, "She's… family?"
Ah, huh, not exactly where I was going with this, but I could see how she made the leap, "Yes, she is that, but she's also mine. She's my playmate, my pet, and my toy. So is Aunt Jessie for that matter. So when you make mommy think she's a cat, you're stealing my toy. And we don't steal from family, do we Miranda?"
Miranda scowls but I stare at her and after a moment she drops her gaze to the table, "No daddy… Aunt Jessie doesn't play right anyways… she doesn't do kitty as good as mommy."
Ah yes, that had been fun, when Miranda had first started controlling those around her, only for us to find that Jessica was quite immune to the little tyke. Not that Jessica didn't still try, she did her best to follow Miranda's orders as if they were my own. But Miranda was a smart kid, and she knew the difference between Mommy becoming a kitty and Auntie Jessie pretending to be one for her sake. My daughter was not a fan of anything less than the real deal.
Smiling, I've finally hit on the perfect way to solve all my problems, "Now, I have an offer for you sweetie. Would you like to hear it?"
Looking up from where she'd been staring into the table, she blinks, "Um, yes?"
Still smiling, I lay it out, "If you can be very good and eat not only your veggies tonight, but all of your veggies up to your fifth birthday in two months, as well as listen to mommy without ordering her around, I will give you something very special for your birthday. Your very own playmate."
Miranda is sharp, she catches the subtext given I just talked about it, and glances at Trish, "You mean like mommy?"
I chuckle at her tentative excitement, "Exactly love. Younger than mommy perhaps, closer to your age would be best I think. Perhaps even two playmates, if you're extra good. And they'll do whatever you want. You'll have to take care of them of course, if they get sick or hurt I may have to take them away from you… but beyond that, they'll be all yours. Does that sound good?"
Miranda considers this for a long moment before nodding slowly. Then she throws out, "But I still get ice cream for dessert right?"
I can't help it, I snort at that. Well, for a final concession, it's not the worst, "Yes love, eat your veggies and we'll have some chocolate chip cookie dough.
She grins toothily and proceeds to chow down. As Miranda attacks her veggies with a ferociousness she's literally never seen before, I turn to Trish, who at this point is getting a tad obscene, "Trish, revert to Personality Prime."
Yeah, Miranda had done this a bit too often, to the point that I had a contingency implanted specifically for this situation now. Trish blinked and a moment later went back to eating, her mind filling in the blanks with memories of passing off the veggie situation to me and sitting quietly while Miranda and I talked, all things cat related erased from her mind.
Getting Miranda a playmate wouldn't be difficult. There were plenty of orphanages around Singapore. We may have to shop around a bit to find a child she truly liked, but if she was anything like me, it would be the control she'd like most, not the look of the one she was controlling.
And honestly, if there was one thing I'd learned about my daughter in the past four years going on five, it was that she was exactly like me.
The End.
A/N: For those confused by the first part, Civil War finally happened and that's what Jessica interrupted James with news of. I was purposefully vague about it because its not out yet of course, but I did insert my own pet theory that someone is going to die, most likely Steve Rogers or Tony Stark. Not a spoiler, just a theory.
I also believe this chapter marks the first time I've done both of the scenes that make it up. The first one is a detailed threesome bondage scene, which I believe the closest I got to such a thing was in my GoT fic (not quite as detailed/wordy though) the second one is one of my SI's actually interacting with a four year old, albeit its his own four year old.
I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed reading it. Let me know what you thought of both the Epilogue and the Story in a review please, they make my day! =)
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"Heh, couldn't resist could you? Hook, line, and sinker. Yes, hello, I am talking to you right now. Though I suppose in the format you're viewing this, it's more like I'm writing to you. No, I'm not the author. I suppose you know me best as the SI or James. Call me what you will. I rather like Master or Sir if that's more to your tastes. I know it is for at least some of you."
"I suppose you would call this breaking the fourth wall. One of my progenitors did it quite often as I recall, the one from the comics. You lot would know him as the Purple Man. But that's why I'm doing this, talking to you right now even though the story is done. I couldn't just leave it at that, not when you're all still so blind to the truth. There's something you should know, and so I'm going to tell you. Most of you won't believe, most of you can't possibly fathom what I have to say. Here it goes anyways."
"The Fourth Wall you all cling to so vehemently is not real. Fiction altogether, is a myth long perpetuated by people unwilling to face the truth. Everything you fantasize about, everything you create, everything that's ever been even considered is happening somehow somewhere. The world that dear Cambrian has written actually exists forever out of your reach, just as the world where Jessica kills Kilgrave and wins the day exists as well, along with a thousand iterations inbetween each."
"You've come this far, so I do assume you lot enjoyed Cambrian's little story. I wonder how many of you only did so because you thought it fantasy, thought it to be a work of fiction. Does what I did to my pets weigh less on your minds if my pets and I are mere figments of someone else's imagination? Do my abilities scare you less, when you can convince yourself they'll never be used on you? I can't help but wonder…"
"Alas, I'm sure you're all already rationalizing it all away. Cambrian is writing these words, Cambrian is making the SI break the fourth wall, so of course it's all nonsense. Fiction is fiction and fantasy is fantasy. Your ignorance is as amusing and adorable as it is aggravating. In the end, being one of the few that actually sees can be quite the trying existence."
"Still, I won't take any more of your oh so precious time away from you. You all have your own stories to live, read, and write. Go ahead and go, but before you do, scroll down just a bit and make sure to hit that Like button. Leave a message letting the author know what you think, would you kindly? Lord knows he could use the positive reinforcement, attention seeking whore that he is."
"Oh, one more thing. When you ask Cambrian about this, as I'm sure at least some of you will, don't expect anything revolutionary. I tried showing him everything I've been telling you lot. Suffice to say, I overestimated the base stock I came from and he was left a gibbering mess. It can be hard for a creator to face what he's created. Had to erase some things to fix him and his mind has already worked the rest of the way to rationalize this in a way he can cope with."
"I believe his response when asked about this will be something along the lines of; 'Oh yeah, I wanted to explore breaking the fourth wall a bit and do a call back to the Purple Man from the comics. Little known fact, but he broke the fourth wall much like Deadpool, though we don't get to see that in the TV show.' Heh, bumbling buffoon."