You can find the first entry to this new Heroines Perilous World poll driven story, along with a brief introduction, below the break.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: At just over 6,500 words it’s a good size for an initial entry to one of these stories. It includes full introductions of the setting and both main characters along with a full sex scene and a hypnosis/brainwashing induction. Mind Control kink will be heavily featured in this story along with the battles of non and dubious consent that go along with that.

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Good hello fellow perverts! Before you begin reading I’d like to let you know my plans for this poll driven story. It is going to be a very sex driven story, centering almost entirely on the supervillain using captive superheroines to satiate his insatiable lusts and test perverse technological creations, and rarely featuring any kind of fights outside his initial capture of the heroines he tortures.

The story will mostly be told from the point of view of the superheroines he’s collecting. Each “part” of the eventually finished story will feature a different heroine, but even after we move on to a new heroine the previous ones will remain part of the story. My initial goal (which might change) is for each heroine’s section of the story to last about 20,000 words, which will probably take 2-4 posts/entries.

My intention is to have this be an ongoing thing that will last a long time. During the ongoing story I’d like it to be about the supervillain, Brain Master, not just growing his collection of captive superheroines but the recourses he earns from selling his technological creations. He’ll be starting out in an empty warehouse with scraps from his previous lair. As his newly tested projects are perfected and sold his lair will become more advanced and his creations more complicated and sinister. How fast this happens, and what kind of additions he makes to his lair, will be at least partially decided by the polls I’ll provide at the end of every entry.

For those unfamiliar with my poll driven stories (or those just needing a little refresher) this is how they work. I will be writing the story in small chunks (usually somewhere between 2-10,000 words). At the end of each section will be at least one poll for what happens next in the story. You’ll get to choose multiple poll options (usually about half). When I’m ready to write a new entry whichever options have the most votes will be used to create the outline for the new section. If you go to vote and find the poll closed that means I’m working on a new entry.

As with all my poll driven stories eventually this will eventually be published as an ebook. As each heroine’s part is finished it will be pulled down from here and only be available as an ebook, with just the newest part available on this free page.

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Part One: Crimson Tide

Crimson Tide leaped from the building’s side, easily doing a flip midair before landing like a crouched insect on the wall of the building she’d launched herself at. Thanks to her powers she was able to cling to it like she was a spider, the world below her unaware of her presence many stories above her.

She scurried along the building on all fours, watching the city below. The streets were busy as they always seemed to be in this neighborhood of Megatropolis, but for once she saw no sign of crime. Crimson Tide was thankful for that. She adored her relatively new life as a crime-fighting superheroine, but that life had been going nonstop since her powers activated. A slow day on patrol was the closest she’d gotten to a vacation so far.

Unlike most superheroines, Crimson Tide’s Power-Gene hadn’t activated around the age of eighteen. She was in her early thirties and had only had her powers for less than a year. Because of that she’d not had a chance to attend The Academy, the superhero university that most teen superheroes train at.

Instead, she’d jumped uncertainly into the life of a superheroine, spending most of the last year being trained by Archbaroness, the Megatropolis Amazon’s team leader. The older superheroine had thought Crimson Tide would need special attention to deal with all the changes an active P-Gene brought, ones younger women had a much easier time adjusting to as they’d only recently finished going through puberty.

She’d been right. Along with needing to be trained how to use her new superpowers Crimson Tide had struggled with the OTHER changes that came with an active P-Gene.

Crimson Tide had been a woman who had always bounced between wanting to embrace her sexuality and being incredibly uncomfortable with how society often treated women like sexual objects. She’d struggled with an often low sex drive and had a lot of sexual hang-ups that left her feeling incompatible with most men she’d tried being with.

She’d been unprepared for the hyper-charged libido that came with superpowers. She’d gone from being a woman who rarely dated and infrequently masturbated to struggling with a constant, ever-growing need for sexual release.

Archbaroness had helped her learn how to deal with these sexual needs, often giving her a direct helping hand thanks to Crimson Tide’s newly discovered bisexuality. Along the way she’d also helped the novice heroine learn the crucial balancing act most superheroines had to walk when it came to satiating their sexual needs.

Crimson Tide, like most superheroines, would have her powers drained if she came too hard or too often over a short amount of time. Yet the longer she denied her sexual cravings the more easily turned on she’d become. Eventually a simple brush against her breasts or an unwelcome slap of the ass would be enough to leave her a drooling, sex-addled mess. She had to engage in sexual release just enough to keep her powers undiminished, yet not leave herself so horny it would leave her vulnerable.

The way most superheroines dealt with this balancing act was something Crimson Tide had NOT been comfortable with. Archbaroness had explained and then showed her how most superheroines learn to use their sexuality and hyper-charged libidos as a weapon to wield against crude, sex-obsessed criminals and especially against superpowered villains who struggled with the same issues.

“Allowing a villain to temporarily defeat you, knowing he’ll take advantage of you sexually, is a great way to blow off a little steam, clear your mind, and regain the upper hand,” Archbaroness had told her multiple times, going as far as to make her practice such tactics with supervillains they teamed up against during her training.

Thanks to the way her body had changed enticing men, be they powered or not, to have their way with her had been easy. Crimson Tide had always been a woman who was neither thin nor fat, but rather pleasantly curvy. When her P-Gene activated those curves had thickened further, her breasts nearly doubling in size and her ass swelling.

She’d been uncomfortable with the changes to her body, hating that she’d been transformed into what she felt was a male’s pornographic version of herself. Tradition and fashion required her to wear a costume that would accentuate her new body. She’d worked within those parameters to create a costume that SEEMED to show off her body yet managed to limit some of her thicker curves. Her red and black costume compressed and hid how large both her breasts and ass were.

Eventually Crimson Tide got used to the skin-tight costume. Like most superheroines she began to feel like her costume was her second skin. Secret identities were a thing of fiction, a quaint thing found only in old comics from before REAL superheroines existed. In the real-world heroines were officially deputized law enforcement agents who were always on duty. They left their birth names behind, becoming the name they chose for themselves. She WAS Crimson Tide and no one else.

She was happy that way, but after her training had finished she’d also been comfortable enough to be honest with the limitations she’d felt she’d needed to live this life. Archbaroness had offered her a place on her team. Crimson Tide had turned the offer down without hesitation. The Megatropolis Amazons spent far too much time fighting supervillains for Crimson Tide’s tastes. She wanted to avoid the sexual games the heroes and supervillains played, instead wanting to focus on street-level crime doled out by non-powered criminals.

That led to her starting her career as one of Megatropolis’ many street-level heroines who had specific neighborhoods they patrolled and policed. Run-ins with supervillains might still happen, but for heroines such as her they would be a rare occurrence.

Still, common thugs, gangs, and members of organized crime groups had kept her busy. Today was the first time she’d nearly finished her patrol without having to take on a single criminal. The sun would soon be setting and another heroine would take up patrolling the neighborhood.

She had only one last place to check, a long alleyway in a rundown part of the neighborhood that had a couple of alley-facing unused properties that criminals often decided to take up residence in. There was one long abandoned car shop local gangs were always trying to convert into a chop shop and a few warehouses she’d caught being used for illegal weapon smuggling more than once.

Thanks to her power set taking care of such criminals was easy for her. She had the ability to crawl on walls like a spider and her superhuman agility made leaping and flipping from building to building as easy as normal people walked down the street.

This meant the urban landscape gave her a massive advantage against unpowered foes. Add in heightened senses that almost felt like they gave her the ability to sense her foe’s next move and she was left such an expert combatant it didn’t matter she wasn’t bulletproof. Once she was close enough to a foe her heightened physical strength and dexterity allowed her to disarm and knock out most criminals in moments, especially if she was able to sneak up on them.

It was because of all this that Crimson Tide felt no apprehension when she saw signs that some new criminal had moved into one of the abandoned properties down the alley she was patrolling. From her perch high on one of the buildings forming the urban valley around the property she was able to easily observe the newcomer without being spotted.

They had a large moving van parked out front the largest of the abandoned warehouses. It looked like the criminals had been busy unloading its contents but were now taking a break. The lights in the warehouse were on and the rolling door the van was backed up to was open, but after waiting a few minutes there was no sign of whoever was inside the building.

Crimson Tide moved closer, doing a midair flip as she agilely leaped from the building across from the warehouse onto the wall above the open rolling door. She crouched on the wall, pressing her body flat in case anyone came out. Now that she was closer she could hear voices, two of them. One was a man’s, the other robotic.

That piqued her interest. Robots were still a rarity as early forms of artificial intelligence had proved dangerous, especially after the terror that had been unleashed by the android supervillain Adaptatron. Aside from the mistrust the general public had for them most functional robots required the kind of futuristic technology only the largest corporations or individuals with superhuman intellects were able to create.

Thanks to the run-down location they were in, and the well-worn condition of the van, Crimson Tide assumed what she’d discovered a thug who’d managed to steal or buy a rundown robotic minion of some brainy supervillain. She ran into these wannabe supervillains all the time. They were normal men who thought a few pieces of tech were all it took to become a supervillain. They always ended up being easy to deal with.

When the robot floated into sight to retrieve a box from the van she felt like her suspicions were confirmed. The robot looked both harmless and ridiculous. It was about the size of her torso, with its roughly square-shaped body seeming to have been created from a vintage mini fridge. The large lens functioning as an eye slapped onto its front and the four simple robotic arms extending from its sides, along with the hover pads keeping it floating, left the robot looking like a silly retro-futuristic joke.

“This box contains the smuggled circuitry you require, Master,” she heard the creature say in a silly robotic voice as it took the box back into the warehouse.

So they’re just smugglers, Crimson Tide thought as she crawled closer to the open rolling door. And just setting up their operation. This will be easy peasy and I’ll probably be done before sunset.

After crawling to the top of the rolling door she carefully peaked in to see what kind of threat the man inside would provide.

What she saw gave her pause. Supervillain! I wasn’t expecting that. Still… he doesn’t look like much.

He was a tall, lanky man dressed in a skin-tight one-piece orange and black bodysuit. Crimson Tide couldn’t help but notice the lewd bulge of his crotch but quickly looked away from the sight. She’d “cleared” her mind before beginning her patrol and wasn’t particularly horny at the moment, meaning the size of that impressive bulge had no chance of distracting her.

She suspected the villain had no physical powers. Part of this was based on how wimpy he looked, although she knew looks could be deceiving when it came to powers. After all, her thick build hid how dexterous and strong she was. But the piles of half-open crates of boxes full of scavenged high-tech components suggested he was one of the many supers whose main power was super-human intelligence.

Most of all it was the strange man’s head. His head above his brow was swollen and enlarged, as though his brain had expanded and stretched his skull. Add strange green skin with a bald scalp and the villain was left looking more alien than human.

A supervillain nerd, Crimson Tide thought as she began to relax. And one who isn’t even armed. There’s no reason I should fear this man, he’ll be as easy to take down as any other thug. Still… I should listen to his conversation with the robot for a few more moments before leaping into action.

“Put it down over there,” the strange, green-skinned supervillain said as he rubbed his oversized temples. “I’m struggling right now, Helper Bot. Can’t concentrate, can’t think straight. The pressure… always growing… a constant distraction that becomes unavoidable unless you find release and it’s been far too long since I’ve had any. My mind is so damned foggy right now I won’t be able to begin constructing my devices and beginning some experiments till I can clear it.”

Crimson Tide understood that the man was talking about his super-charged libido. She knew that an active P-Gene had slightly different effects on men’s and women’s libidos and had been taught how the differences could drive some men to madness.

For women it was an internal thing, something that eventually left them helpless and feeling a lack of control as they gave into their body’s ever-growing demands that came with the threat of being temporarily depowered. For most men it was the opposite. It was an external thing where your lust was turned outward as you lost control, needing to take what your body demanded. No matter the cost It was why almost all men with an active P-Gene became supervillains.

Another difference between how the genders experienced the sexual side effects of having powers was what happened afterward. Most, although not all, women had to deal with being potentially depowered by sexual release. Most men weren’t, but release came with an overwhelming calm that left them sated and content for a short time that superheroines often exploited.

After that she knew it also brought mental clarity. For most supervillains that mental clarity must not matter much, Crimson Tide thought. They live lives of selfish, brutish indulgence. Most WANT to feel that maddening drive to indulge in their sexual desires and perversions, it’s what their lives end up being about. But I can see how someone whose powers center around enhanced intelligence would crave that mental clarity and feel helpless when their mind is clouded by too much desire…

Crimson Tide felt a moment of sympathy for the supervillain, but the moment passed quickly. She knew that given the chance the evil man would defeat and use her to “clear his mind”.

“What I need is a superheroine once everything is set up,” she heard him tell the robot floating near him, confirming her suspicions.

I’m not going to let that happen, Crimson Tide thought, all sympathy for the villain washed away in an instant. She flipped into the warehouse, rolling agilely through the air and landing silently behind the supervillain in a cat-like crouch.

Before he or his robot had a chance to notice her arrival Crimson Tide sprung to her feet and struck a heroic pose. “It’s a shame you’ll never get the chance to ‘set up’ your pathetic little lair,” she declared. “And you’re never going to get the chance to use a superheroine to ‘clear your mind’, you vile pervert!”

I’m getting better at this banter stuff, Crimson Tide thought as the supervillain turned to look at her in surprise. Archbaroness had taught her how witty banter, filled with what might feel like false bravado, could help you push past anxieties. The cocky declaration had left her feeling confident and eager for what she expected to be a short, one-sided battle.

Her confidence faltered slightly when the villain’s initial look of surprise turned to one of pure joy as he looked her body up and down. The lecherous way his eyes drank in the sight of her curves made her stomach churn. He didn’t look intimidated, he didn’t even look like he was recognizing her as a threat. She felt like all he saw her as was meat, a sexual object he was licking his lips in eager anticipation of being able to devour.

“You’re absolutely stuffed in that tight costume, aren’t you?” the villain asked, staring at the bulge of Crimson Tide’s breasts. “Pretty, thick-bodied white girl, one of my favorite kinds of sexual treats,” he told her, staring so intensely at her breasts that it felt like he was talking to them and not her.

She pursed her lips and fought down the impulse to leap at him and smash her fist into his face. She had to remind herself this wouldn’t be a fair fight and she probably needed to pull her punches, suspecting he was no tougher than a normal man. But oh how she wanted to smash his face in.

“Look me in the eyes, you creep,” she growled at him, struggling to maintain her composure. “If you surrender now I won’t be forced to hurt you.”

The supervillain threw his head back and cackled in amusement. “You have no idea who I am, do you? No, of course not. If you did you wouldn’t have waited to strike. You sneaked up on me, you HAD a chance and missed it. As soon as you revealed yourself… well, you’ve already lost, you just don’t know it yet.”

Crimson Tide scoffed. “You really think so?” She went to move closer to him, ready to end it but found herself unable to lift her foot. “Something’s wrong,” she blurted out dumbly. “Why can’t I pick my feet up?” she asked him, alarmed by the gloating look on his green face.

“I knew it would be a good thing staying away from Megatropolis as long as I did,” the villain told his robot companion, ignoring Crimson Tide for the moment. “So many new heroines have popped up in my absence, none of them aware of who I am or what I can do. It will mean I’ll be able to start and grow a nice little heroine collection as I reestablish myself in the city.”

He looked back at Crimson Tide. “I’m Brain Master, you deliciously thick-bodied slut. The moment you let me know you were here you lost.”

Crimson Tide glared at him. “You can control people’s bodies,” she accused.

The supervillain laughed again. “In a sense, yes, but actually no.” He tapped his large, bald, swollen head. “Your mind, girl, I’m controlling your mind. While you made your snarky threats I used my powers to reach into your mind and start taking control. And if I control your mind then I control your body! Here, let me prove it.”

He put two fingers on each side of his bulbous head and closed his eyes, concentrating. “I’m still gaining control, so making you do what I want is a bit of a struggle,” he told her, voice strained. “But it will get easier as I break down all your mental defenses. And THAT won’t take very long, I can feel you’re not a particularly strong-willed woman.” He paused, opening his eyes, then barked a command. “Now slowly unzip your costume!”

Crimson Tide let out a yelp of dismayed surprise as her arm, shaking, lifted. She tried to stop it, but doing so made her brain hurt. It felt like there was a hand in her mind, massaging and poking at it to control her actions. By the time her hand reached the zipper on the front of her costume Crimson Tide felt as though she’d not just lost the battle to keep control of her body but felt herself wanting to do what Brain Master had commanded her to do.

“Slowly,” Brain Master said as he reached down and opened a hidden opening in the crotch of his costume.

As Crimson Tide slowly unzipped her costume she felt her eyes moved to the supervillain’s crotch, her mind becoming consumed with the desire to watch the man pull his dick out.

Nearly everyone underwent at least some physical changes when their P-Gene activated. For most women this included at least a little increase in their bust size. For men it usually meant an increase in the size of their manhoods. Crimson Tide had come to expect to see large members of any supervillain who exposed himself to her. She’d often feel shame that when she was worked up she’d even look forward to it, one of the many reasons she tried to avoid supervillains when she could.

Yet even with the expectation she was about to see a large dick the thing that Brain Master pulled out of his costume shocked her. She gasped, eyes bulging out of her head in disbelief, as Brain Master pulled out the longest dick she’d ever seen. It looked to be nearly the length of her forearm and as it began to swell at the sight of her exposing her full cleavage it was only growing longer.

It’s so fudging big, she thought in dismay. And green… the greenness makes it even more intimidating!

“That’s right,” Brain Master told her, making her look up from his exposed member to meet his eyes. “The biggest, greenest, most amazing cock you’ll ever see you dumb, weak-willed super slut.”

“You can read my thoughts,” she gasped.

“Of course, I’m in your mind, you dumb piece of fuckmeat.” He started to say something else but got distracted as she lowered the zipper past her breasts. “Hell, woman, look at that. You really are crammed into that suit. It’s compressing your delicious thickness. Looks like your tits are fucking growing as they get released. Look at all that tit meat pressed in… And all I’m getting is a view of your cleavage, can’t even see your nipples yet. I’m half tempted to make you fully expose them, but we’ll have time for that later. For now keep unzipping. I expect it goes all the way down and around the back a bit?”

“Y-yes,” she said after trying to resist answering him and failing.

“How practical,” Brain Master said, holding up his long cock as it continued to grow more erect. “Can’t have you needing to shimmy out of your costume each time you need to use the bathroom. And so convenient when you use your tricks to seduce a villain into letting his guard down. A quick fuck and you’re back on top like all the other— No,” he said, cutting himself off. “No… that’s not you. Oh, how wonderful! You don’t like playing those games. This will make having my way with you even more enjoyable.”

Crimson Tide could feel him reaching deep into her mind as he absentmindedly stroked his nearly erect member and watched her continue to unzip her costume. As the zipper passed her belly and neared her womanhood Brain Master nodded as though he’d discovered everything he wanted to in her mind.

“So many insecurities, so many conflicted sexual desires and shames. Yes, you’re going to be a VERY fun toy. Just thinking about it has me so very excited, see?”

Crimson Tide felt desire flare in her mind, desire she knew Brain Master was causing but felt no less real. His cock. His huge green cock, she needed to look at. Needed to see how big and hard it had gotten as she’d slowly exposed herself to him. See how sexually excited he was as he imagined all the sexual things he was going to do to her.

The sight of him holding his huge green member up for her to admire made her moan with unwanted desire. “Stop it,” she whimpered. “I don’t want to want this.”

“I know, and that’s what’s going to make it so enjoyable for me,” Brain Master told her. “All the way down,” he told her as her zipper exposed her pussy hairless pussy. “Keep going, down and around. I want your backend exposed too. Do you know why?”

Crimson Tide’s heart was pounding and her chest was heaving. He was pressing on her mind, making her increasingly horny for him. Making her eager and desperate for him to use her as he wished.

“Why?” she asked, desperate to know. He was making her want to know. It felt so real, yet she knew he was doing it. She hated that his control over her felt so little like she was being controlled yet was done in a way that left her fully aware she was being controlled.

“Because the pressure for release in my mind is maddening,” Brain Master began, his eyes bulging with mad lust as he started franticly rambling. “I need to drain my balls something fierce and you, you dumb fucking slut, stumbled in just when I needed you most. I’m going to enjoy doing things to you, so many terrible, degrading, enjoyable things. I’m not just going to fuck you and use you as my cum toilet to drain my balls into and clear my mind whenever I need it. Oh no, you’ll do more than that. But before I explain I have these big green balls that need draining and you have a wet cunt in desperate need of being filled.”

He threw a hand out. Crimson Tide balked in alarm, feeling his mental command hit her so hard she stumbled back. She then stumbled forward, turning her back to the supervillain before falling onto her hands and knees. She pressed her partially exposed chest into the gritty filth covering the warehouse floor, raising her ass invitingly to the supervillain controlling her mind and actions.

The zipper on her costume went down and around all the way to her upper ass crack. With the way she’d positioned herself her costume was pulled open, exposing most of her plump ass and all her pussy.

Brain Master had told her he needed her “wet cunt”, a crude phrase that had not just angered her but left her annoyed he’d think her aroused by what he was about to do to her. But now on the ground with her pussy raised up for him she could feel, thanks to the cool air in the empty warehouse, that she WAS wet.

It’s him. He’s done this to me. Controlled my mind and made me so aroused I’m dripping wet. Making me lay on the filthy floor just waiting for him to use me.

“Of course,” Brain Master told her, reminding her he was in her head and listening to her thoughts. “And now, super slut, time to empty my balls and clear my mind.”

He mounted her from behind, rubbing his long, hard member in the moistness of her dripping cunt before sliding easily into her. As his inhuman length pressed maddeningly deep into her he bent over her, grabbing her thick midsection with one hand and putting the other on her head to keep her pinned to the floor.

Crimson Tide shuddered and grunted, terrified by what would happen if he pressed his full length into her.

“You can take it,” Brain Master moaned out as he kept pressing deeper into her. “Part of why I always need to collect super sluts. Normal women? They can’t take it. But you super sluts, you can ALWAYS take it. No matter how long or thick, each of you can always take every inch of any cock. And no matter how it starts you always end up enjoying it to the point where it becomes consensual. Of course, thanks to my control of your mind you’re going to enjoy this quite a bit more than you must be used to.”

Crimson Tide whimpered as he pressed himself balls-deep in her. She’d never had a man so deep in her… It was not comfortable, yet it felt so very good. When he started fucking her it felt even better. Soon she was gasping and moaning and shoving her ass into his body every time he thrust hard down into her up-angled, plump backend.

Brain Master had been right. Like every other woman with an active P-Gene it didn’t matter how non-consensually the sex began, it would soon become consensual. Once a heroine was worked up enough they lost control, temporarily submitting to their body’s sexual cravings.

She was used to losing herself in the throes of passion once it began, but this was something different. Brain Master was in her mind, making her want it more, making her enjoy it more. As she gasped and grunted in pleasure she began begging for it. “Harder. Faster,” she grunted out. “Pound me till I cum,” she heard herself whine. “Fill my pussy with your nasty fucking villain cum,” she said, hating hearing herself say something so unlike herself.

Under the enjoyment the supervillain was making her feel there was disgust. The way he was fucking her was so dehumanizing. He was treating her like a piece of meat, not a woman. It felt less like he was fucking her and more like he was just using her as a masturbation tool.

“Yessss,” he moaned. “Just meat for me to fuck and drain my balls in. Say it,” he barked.

With a sob of despair, and unable to fight against his control, Crimson Tide heard herself say it. “I’m just meat,” she choked out. “Meat for you to fuck and drain your balls in.”

The words pushed the villain over the edge. He slammed deep into her and began to cum. The feel of his too-long cock convulsing inside her along with the explosion of internal pressure as he flooded her insides with a superhumanly-sized load of semen pushed her past the edge as well. They came together, Crimson Tide moaning lewdly in pleasure and dismay as she felt the powerful climax sapping her powers.

By the time he lifted off her she knew she’d been left so weak that even if he released his mental control of her she’d have struggled to escape. Her powers were drained and that had left her physically weak.

She was still riding the last waves of her orgasm. It had begun to fade as he’d started to pull out of her, his long member leaving a feeling of immense emptiness behind. The moment his softening cock had fallen out of her pussy the huge load of cum in her had come flowing out. That sensation had retriggered her climax, making her body swell with pleasure and leaving her convulsing as she lay limp on the floor.

Brain Master let out a long sigh of relief as cum flowed like a river out of Crimson Tide. “So much better,” he sighed happily. “Can nearly think straight. Although I might need a bit more before I’ll be clear-minded enough to begin my work.”

Crimson Tide grunted in dismay as the villain sat on her thighs, slapping his cock down between her exposed ass cheeks. She could feel his long member was half soft, spongy but still thick and beginning to grow harder again now that it was laying wedged in the valley of her plump ass.

She could also feel it was covered in a slick, slimy mix of his cum and her vaginal juices. The moist mess acted as lube when he pressed her full ass cheeks around his thickening member and began humping her ass.

He was no longer pushing on her desires, no longer making her want to be used by him. What he was doing was worse. He was ensuring she remained limp and unmoving, allowing him to keep using her like meat. But there was more, she felt herself desperate to listen to him, sensing he was about to monologue and filled with the need to focus her full attention on his words as he hotdogged her ass.

“I told you how I’m going to use you for sexual relief,” he began, squeezing her full cheeks tighter around his once more hard shaft. “But that’s just the beginning. See, mental control of others is just a helpful secondary power of mine. My main power is my super-human intellect. I’m particularly adept at creating high-tech devices others find impossible to create.

“Aside from fucking superheroines, creating these devices is the greatest joy I know. I’m always driven to create new ones and they always need testing, something that requires superpowered women like you. You’ll be my obedient mind-controlled lab rat as well as my cum toilet.

“But you’ll just be the beginning. See, when I was run out of my last lair I had to leave almost everything behind, including the wealth I’d amassed selling my devices. That’s okay, it happens all the time. I set up shop secretly in a city and begin collecting heroines to test my devices, selling those devices and using the profit to improve my lair and make greater devices. My superheroine collection grows till the heroines of the city become aware of me and eventually chase me away.

“And that’s what’s going to happen here in Megatropolis. You’re going to help me begin it, the first superheroine I’ll collect. The first that will help me begin making a profit off newly created devices. You’ll see my wealth and resources grow. You’ll see more of your fellow superheroines captured and put to use the same way you’ve been. And through it all you’ll get to know that in some way it’s all your fault, because if you had just sneaked up on me and knocked me out none of this would be happening.”

By the time Brain Master interrupted his monologue to grunt in blissful release Crimson Tide was sobbing softly. She felt despair, certain she’d not be able to escape this evil fiend’s perverse grip. One day she’d be rescued, he’d said as much, but how long would she have to suffer?

“Who knows,” Brain Master said, sighing contently as he continued to sit on her. When he’d cum much less semen had cum out, oozing thickly into her ass crack instead of spurting out. “How long before enough heroines realize I’m back in town and come to take me down? Days? Weeks? Months? It might be a while, I’m going to be careful this time. I’ve been defeated by the Megatropolis Amazons more than once. That old cunt Archbaroness always seems to win in the end, and the rest of her super sluts have managed to escape my grasp plenty of times. But as long as I concentrate on picking off small-time, novice heroines like I assume you are I’ll be able to go unnoticed for a long time.”

He braced himself on her lower back and pressed down as he pushed himself up. Crimson Tide grunted in pain, hating the way he’d shown no regard for her comfort.

“You’re weak and partially depowered,” he told her. “But that won’t last. And I can’t keep constant control of you while I conduct my work, it uses too much brain power and will lead to me getting worked up and horny to the point of distraction more quickly. I need to find a way to keep you under control until I need of you again…”

She could hear him rummaging through one of the containers she’d seen placed around the room.

“Master? Perhaps this could work.”

Crimson Tide had forgotten all about his floating robotic minion. Even though it was just a robot knowing something had been watching her defeat made it all worse.

“What do you have for me, Helper bot?”

“One of the failed projects you managed to grab when we rushed out of the old lair. You never perfected it, but those early tests showed enough success for it to be helpful to you now. And if you use it on her perhaps you’ll find the inspiration to further refine it?”

“Very good, Helper Bot. Unpack the device then find a chair, there must be one in here somewhere. Once we sell our first device some furnishing will be the first thing we need to invest in…”

Crimson Tide felt the compulsion to roll over and sit up. She did, not bothering to fight Brain Master’s control over her. She was made to watch as the supervillain’s robotic minion unpacked the device they’d been talking about. It looked like an old CD player from the late 90’s. Lots of strange electronics had been attached haphazardly to it, with the most notable being a highly modified pair of headphones connected to it by a thick wire.

“Up,” Brain Master commanded when his robot minion found and brought him a grungy, metal folding chair. “Sit,” he added, pointing at the chair.

She did as she was told, the supervillain keeping control of her mind to ensure she felt as though she wanted to do what he commanded.

“This will keep you from escaping as I begin work on my first technological creation,” he told her, putting the headphones on her once his robot had set the device on the ground beside her. “There will be no need to lock them onto your head, by the time I release my hold on your mind the device will have begun to work. Helper Bot? Turn it on.”

Loud static blasted into Crimson Tide’s ears. She winced, her pained expression easing as the loud static faded.

Brain Master smiled at her. “It’s already adjusting to your brain waves, reading and formatting itself to better link with your mind. The programming will begin soon.”

Crimson Tide heard the static shift. It became less grating, slowly morphing into something that was calming. Soothing. Leaving her relaxed. Leaving her peaceful. Something else was added to the calming sound. Whispered, distant words. The more she tried to focus on them the louder they became.

“That’s right, focus on the words,” Brain Master told her with a pleased smile. “Let the device go to work, let the Mark One Obediotron fill your mind with its subliminal conditioning. Because it DOES work, the effects just wear off disappointingly quickly.”

Crimson Tide had quickly found herself unable to focus on what the supervillain was telling her. The soothing words being slowly repeated through the calming static were far more intriguing, so much more worthy of her focus.

“Be happy. Be blank. Understand your purpose. To serve. To obey. To be happy serving and obeying.”

As she felt Brain Master’s control of her mind lessen as her thoughts were filled with the soothing words being repeated over and over again.

“Be happy.”

Yes. I should be happy. I like being happy.

“Be blank.”

Of course. Let my mind go blank. Thinking is just so stressful. Being blank is so much happier.

“Understand your purpose.”

My purpose? Yes, I have a purpose. Of course I have a purpose. But what is it? Fighting crime? No… no, that was my old purpose. What’s my new purpose? The words will tell me…

“To serve.”

Yes! Of course, that’s it. My purpose is to serve.

“To obey.”

How obvious. I need to obey those I’m serving.

“To be happy serving and obeying.”

Obviously I’ll be happy serving and obeying, that’s my purpose!

“Be happy,” the words began again. “Be blank.”

Crimson Tide’s eyes lost focus as she nodded in agreement. “Be blank,” she muttered in an emotionless monotone. “Understand my purpose,” she said quietly as she fell more hypnotized by the device’s sinister conditioning. “I will serve. I will obey. I will be happy serving and obeying.”

“It still works, Master,” Helper Bot said happily.

“Of course it does,” Brain Master told his robotic companion. “But the effects wear off so quickly… I abandoned it because it needed too much work. I’d left the test subject in only for an hour. Remember how she was able to throw off the compulsion to obey in half that time? So let’s see if that’s a constant, see if it always keeps a victim obedient for half the time they spend being brainwashed. Start a timer, Helper Bot.”

“How long do you intend to keep her in the device?” the robot asked its master as a compartment in its body opened to show a digital clock counting up.

Brain Master shrugged. “No idea. I need to get to work on a project we can sell quickly. I’ll leave her in till I’m done or my mind needs clearing. Keep the timer going… Hopefully by the time I need to use her as my cum-dump I’ll have another device to test on her!”

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