Sapphox’s hair was stronger than steel, stronger than most anything found on Earth. Her superpowers allowed her to use her hair as another pair of hands - several pairs, to be precise. Sapphox controlled her hair and her hair made her special.
Which is why, when she was captured by the Seductress, Sapphox found so much attention lavished on her hair. The villainess spent countless hours brushing her captive's luscious locks, smoothing every kink. Seductress massaged the heroine’s scalp over and over, whispering suggestions as she sat, dazed with pleasure.
When Seductress finally finished the tight, intricate braid, she smiled. “There, my pet. I have put your hair in order.”
“Yes,” Sapphox whispered. “You have put my hair in order.”
“Your hair is braided tight, in my pattern. It cannot slip free.”
“Yes,” Sapphox moaned. “It cannot slip free of your pattern.”
“Your mind is like your hair, bound precisely the way I want it.”
“Yes,” Sapphox droned. “My mind is bound precisely the way you want it.”
“Good girl, my pet. Now your training can truly begin!”
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Seductress brings a handful of heroine to their knees in “Friend Fatale” available on Smashwords and Amazon.