Serving The Aegis Ch. 01

As Luke stepped out of the cab and onto the expansive gravel driveway of the compound, he felt his heart skip a beat. This very spot he was standing on was where heroes walked and the building before him was where they returned after vanquishing the forces of evil. It wasn't that the place was particularly remarkable in a visual sense: it was a large, modern-looking estate, made up of boxy shapes with lots of sleek, tinted glass that made it shine in the morning sun. It wasn't the look of the place that made Luke dizzy, though. It was the reputation of the heroes who lived here.

In so many ways, the whole thing felt like a dream. When the Aegis had contacted him, he figured it was some kind of prank or scam, but something had made him reply. He had quickly been brought into the fold, recruited by the heroes' handlers to serve as their new assistant. The last, they said, had opted for an early retirement. It was a job that came with hazards, for sure. After all, being close to heroes surely made you a target for villains. Luke had read the comics, watched the movies. He just couldn't believe he was here, and they wanted him.

He let out a few shaky breaths as he mounted the front steps, then steeled himself as he pressed the buzzer. If the Aegis could defeat the alien conquest of Pannox the Destroyer, then Luke could suck up his first-day jitters. They were heroes, and he was just an assistant. It was important to keep a little perspective.

The front door swung open, but nobody was there. Luke hesitated, confused. Then a voice buzzed out of an unseen intercom somewhere beside the door.

"Come in. Go straight ahead to the big doors. I'll meet you in the Hall."

Luke would have recognized that voice anywhere. Sway. The leader of the Aegis. The Heroine of Hypnotism, the Mistress of Mesmerism. Straight in at the deep end, meeting the new boss right away. Luke obeyed and stepped through the front door.

The hallowed halls were undecorated, just plain white walls enclosing the highly polished marble floors. Luke's footsteps echoed as he walked straight ahead, between the central parting of the grand dual staircase and toward the colossal doors of the famed Hall of Power. Once again, he reminded himself to remain calm, not to get carried away in his excitement. If he did well, he'd be working here for many years to come. There was no need to freak out.

The doors were closed, so Luke knocked, and the echoed sound struck him as particularly pathetic in this particular setting. From the other side of the door, he heard a deep, throaty chuckle, which preceded a woman's voice.

"Come in," Sway called from inside.

Luke opened the door and stepped in. He was immediately struck by the grandeur of the room -- if it could really be called that -- with its impossibly high domed ceiling and expansive space that had been the site of so many important moments. He could practically feel the weight of its history in the air.

"Gorgeous, isn't it?" Perched casually on the huge central table, Sway was grinning slyly at Luke's awestruck expression. Being face-to-face with the famed hero did nothing to help assuage his excitement.

Sway was even more beautiful than she seemed on TV. She might have been of average height, but everything about her screamed power. She seemed to be truly ageless, with raven-dark hair falling straight about her shoulders. She was dressed as though ready to battle evil, with dark leather hugging her ample curves. Her thighs peeked out from between her short skirt and her high boots, offering Luke a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy skin. He gulped, and she chuckled again. It was a deep, primal sound.

"The new assistant," she said, appraising him. He didn't know if it was a statement or a question, so he nodded in response. She smiled, but there wasn't much warmth in the expression.

She hopped down from the table and started walking toward him. She moved slowly, hips swaying seductively as she walked. She closed the gap between them, now standing close enough that he could breathe her scent. It was sweet, like ripe summer fruit. Luke realized numbly that his mouth had gone completely dry.

"Tell me, Luke," she said, emphasizing his name as if trying it on her tongue, "are you prepared to serve the powers of justice in whatever way they require?" Her stare was cold, challenging, almost angry.

"I am," he replied. Sway's brow slowly furrowed in a light frown.

"In these halls, you are to address me as Mistress Sway," she said. She softened just a little, and reached out to offer a pitying, affectionate touch on Luke's shoulder. "Or just Mistress is fine. It's a respect thing, you understand."

Luke stiffened at her touch, vigorously nodding his agreement. "Of course." He swallowed hard, steeling his nerves once more. "I am here to serve, Mistress Sway."

At this, she relaxed, heading back to the table. As she pulled out a chair, she gestured to the seat beside her, instructing Luke to join her. "So," she said. "You read through the contract in full?"

"I did, Mistress Sway." As he said her name, she grinned slightly, as though enjoying his subservience. He forged on. "There were a few clauses I was a little... confused about."

She raised an eyebrow at this. "But you signed anyway?"

Luke nodded, his eyes catching on her impressive cleavage as he did so. Realizing his mistake, he blushed a deep shade of crimson. "Your handlers assured me I had nothing to worry about," he mumbled, suddenly finding his own thumbs to be of great interest where they sat in his lap.

Beside him, Sway was fixing him with a long, unreadable stare. The silence between them stretched to a length that was beginning to feel uncomfortable, when at last she spoke. "First and foremost," she said, "I'm going to need your permission to use my power on you whenever necessary." Luke had assumed she might put her famed hypnotic abilities to use among her fellow heroes at times, but he wasn't sure how he fit into things. "We live in a time when consent is everything, you know." She gestured nonchalantly with her hand, as though dismissing the notion as a necessary evil. "Before you start your duties, I just need to know you understand that you're here to serve the Aegis. And as the leader of the Aegis, you're here to serve me above all else."

"I understand, Mistress Sway. If you need to use your powers on me, I consent to it." He still wasn't sure exactly what scenario would require her to use her power of persuasion on him, but he appreciated her honesty, at least.

She smiled and leaned in a little closer, her expression playful and conspiratorial. "Give me your safe word."

Bemused, Luke shook his head. "Safe word?"

Sway rolled her eyes. "Yes, safe word," she said. "A word that you can say if you ever feel uncomfortable or that you need to stop... whatever it is you're doing. We can agree now that it will break through my hypnosis and free you of any control I exert over you. However, please remember that doing so will immediately terminate your employment."

Luke nodded slowly. There had been some mention of a get-out clause in the contract, but he hadn't imagined he'd ever willingly want to leave the Aegis. He might not be a hero, but he wanted to do his part to support them. "My safe word is..." he thought for a moment. "Nemesis."

"Agreed," Sway said, as though she was glad to have that part out of the way. "Now, before I give you the grand tour, we need to discuss the nature of your role."

Luke shifted in his seat. "I'm an assistant to the Aegis, am I not?" When Sway fixed him with a challenging glare, he added, "... Mistress Sway."

"The term 'assistant' is a little formal, I feel," she explained. She stood, stretched her back, and then perched on the edge of the table, right beside where Luke was sitting. Her thighs were now almost at eye level, and she lazily crossed one leg over the other, giving Luke a tantalizing glimpse of skin. "I prefer... other names." She fixed him with another wicked grin. It made his insides turn to water.

"What will my day-to-day look like?" Luke asked, gathering himself a little.

Sway smirked. "Your day-to-day will look like whatever I fucking say it will," she said, matter-of-fact. Her dismissive tone struck Luke like a slap in the face. But something about her confidence and her authority made him feel almost good about it. "If I say I want you to crawl around after me like a dog, that's what you'll do. If I want you to clean my boots, or my toilet, then that's what you'll do. And you'll thank me for the privilege, won't you?"

Luke gulped, intimidated by her sudden shift in attitude. Something deep within him told him not to resist, that he belonged here with her. "Yes, Mistress Sway."

"Good," she said, patting him gently on the cheek. "Now show me what a good bitch you are."

Clearly revelling in his bewildered expression, Sway grinned as she unfolded her legs, spreading them wide on the table. Beneath the leather skirt of her outfit, she had nothing, fully exposing herself to her new assistant. Her lips were wet and glistening, and just above her mound, a neatly trimmed line of hair pointed Luke to where she wanted him. Just the sight of her, the thought of serving her, made his cock rock hard. But for some reason, he was frozen.

"Don't make me use my powers," she said, impatient. "Eat my pussy like your life depends on it."

Unthinking, Luke obeyed, burying his face in her folds. He probed his tongue deep, then flicked it up and over her clitoris. She let out a shallow, breathy moan, grinding her hips against him. The taste was incredible; a juicy, musky tang that he just wanted to bathe in. Her scent was strong, every bit as perfectly powerful as she was. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in closer. The cloying scent of her unwashed slit was driving him wild, and it was all he could smell and taste now. He was breathing her in, lapping gratefully at her warm wetness as she continued to rub herself up and down his face.

"Suck that clit, bitch. Taste me. Lick away all the sweat and piss like a good little slave." Luke only half-heard her words, so engrossed was he in his task. In fact, it seemed as though she was only vaguely aware of them herself, because she was clearly building toward her climax. Luke redoubled his efforts, gasping in breath after uneasy breath as she continued to hold him in place. Her breathing picked up, coming out in sharp gasps of pleasure now. As her orgasm washed over her, she squeezed him in closer, his mouth covering her pussy. Juices flowed straight from her into his mouth, and he instinctively swallowed. The tangy, almost metallic taste stuck to his tongue as he pulled away, gulping in air.

Suddenly, Sway grabbed his face in both hands and tilted it up at her. Her irises shone white as she spoke, her voice reverberating deep in his soul. "You live to please me," she said. "You are addicted to my cunt." Luke nodded slowly, feeling the innate truth of her words as she spoke them, as though they were a fact of life that he'd only just realized.

Behind him, he heard a row of barely suppressed laughter breaking through. He turned dumbly and saw that the other members of the Aegis -- Tether, Apex, Tide, and Shift -- were standing in the doorway, amused by the sight of him serving Mistress Sway.

Sway grinned at them, the sadistic, toothy smile of a predator. "Just breaking in the new guy," she said. She hopped down from the table. "Come on, time for the grand tour." As he stood to follow, Luke could feel her juices drying on his chin. He had a feeling this job was going to be an interesting one.