"What. The. Fuck!" Naz said.

Or, more accurately, what she said was, "Muhh. Muhh. Muhh!"

That was all the expertly placed gag in her mouth allowed her to vocalize.

In addition to being gagged, the dark, youthful beauty was bound. Many meters of premium nylon cord wove around her body, covering everything but her head, hands, and bare feet. The cord also wrapped around the semi-reclined lounger that she occupied, imposing a tight embrace between chair and woman.

Naz had not been awake for the act of binding her, hence her surprised outburst (or, at least, attempt at one).

She continued to struggle and cry out, which given her state of bondage, amounted only to squirms and more muffled murmurs.

"Oh, please. As if you don't like your predicament."

Naz stopped cold. The smooth, feminine voice had come from behind her. Now came the sharp, staccato clacks of stiletto heels on tile. Then, the figure from whom those sounds originated stepped into view.

Despite her anger, fear, and frustration, Naz couldn't help but notice how attractive the woman was. Impressively attractive was an appropriate description. Irresistibly attractive was an even more accurate one.

"I've done my research on you, Naz. You like being tied up. You like lots of things. Lots of kinky things. But being tied up is high on the list. Granted, you're tied up because I need you to stay where you are, not to indulge one of your fetishes. Still, my point is, don't act as if you don't like it."

Naz didn't know how to respond to that. She had been called out. Nothing untrue had been said about her. She couldn't do anything anyway, not even protest. So, she waited to see what else the woman had to say.

"In any case, let me get to why I've brought you here. As I said, I've done my research. I know you have ties to the superheroine community. Unfortunately, that was as much as I could uncover. Knowing you have ties is good. Knowing what those ties are and how to exploit them would be better."

"Shit," Naz said.

Or, more accurately, what she said through her gag was, "Fft."

Once again, the woman had stated fact. Naz did indeed have ties to the superheroine community. And they were closer ties than the woman might have imagined. Naz herself was a supheroine.

She went by the moniker, Vine. While neither among the most powerful, nor the most famous of heroines, she nonetheless had an excellent track record, which had earned her the respect of both the superheroine community and city law enforcement.

However, not being among the most powerful of heroines now meant that, bound as she was, she couldn't escape. The woman had her at a sizable disadvantage. One could even say that she was at the woman's mercy.

That probably wasn't a good thing to say, though. Because as the woman had previously and factually stated, Naz enjoyed being in that state. She knew that she needed to get free. She knew that she needed to keep her superheroine identity a secret. She knew that she should arrest this woman and bring her to justice.

But, none of that knowledge changed the fact that she did like being tied up. In fact, she was kind of getting off on it.

"This isn't good," Naz said.

Or, more accurately, what she said through her gag was, "Ffz int ud."

"Be right back."

The woman left the room. A moment later, she returned carrying a padded folding chair. She placed the chair about a meter away from the lounger. Then she sat down on it.

"I don't expect you to willingly help me, Naz. But fortunately, I don't need your willing help. Your unwilling help will be quite sufficient."

As she spoke, the woman reached down and removed her shoes one at a time. She wore no hosiery, so her feet were now bare. Naz found them to be, as she did the woman to whom they belonged, impressively and irresistibly attractive.

"Ah, look how your gaze swoops right down here to my feet. Just as expected. I did tell you that I researched you quite thoroughly. You like lots of kinky things. You like being barefoot, and you like other women's feet. You also like hypnosis. You like being hypnotized. Isn't that right, Naz? Isn't that something you like? Something you desire?"

The woman raised up one leg. She then began gently and rhythmically moving her foot in a spiraling pattern.

No one could mistake how hypnotic that foot moving in that pattern was meant to be. Naz certainly couldn't. Her eyes went wide as they fixated on it.

"Fft! Ffz int ud! Muhh!" she said.

"There's no need to struggle or resist, Naz. I'm just giving you what you like. What you desire. You want me to hypnotize you. And that's what I'm doing."

The woman continued the rhythmic motion of her foot. And Naz found herself being slowly, inexorably hypnotized by it.

She knew that she should resist. She knew that she should struggle. But she simply didn't want to. She was way too turned on by what the woman had done and was doing to her. She was aroused. She was desirous. She wanted to fall under the woman's spell. She wanted to be commanded. She wanted to obey.

And she would obey. She had no doubt. She would do whatever the woman wanted. She would divulge any secret and commit any act.

The last thing she saw was the woman's gorgeous foot, just beyond and above her own bare feet, circling around and around and around in the air, ever so slowly, oh so enticingly.

Her last conscious thought was how wonderful it was to be bound, barefoot, and being brainwashed by such a beautiful woman.

Then her eyes closed.

Naz was hypnotized.

Naz was brainwashed.

Naz obeyed....