You can find the first entry to this new backer driven Heroines Perilous World story below the break.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: this is a pretty big first entry at close to 8,000 words (expect future entries to be much smaller). It leans heavy into pheromone based noncon and misogyny kink.

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The Breaking of Lady Luna

Deputy Rehana Intrieri pulled her cruise to the side of the road, parking beside the Sheriff’s cruiser. She looked around before getting out, confused this back road in the middle of nowhere was where the Sheriff said they’d be meeting Lady Luna, their county’s resident superheroine.

“It wasn’t like this in the city I went through training in,” the attractive, young police officer grumbled as she got out of her cruiser. She remembered the heroines there as well as the ones in the city she’d grown up in. They were celebrities as much as law enforcement agents. They were flashy, hogging the spotlight away from the police.

She’d hated that when she was younger, but as she’d gone through training to be a law enforcement agent she’d come to understand that although it might be hard swallowing the fact heroines would get all the public’s love it WAS a good thing. The superheroines didn’t just draw the attention of the public, they drew the attention of every supervillain as well which kept regular cops from trying to take on superpowered criminals.

Rehana knew things would be different when she took the job in Drucker County. Policing a county full of small unincorporated towns and rundown, half-abandoned farms spread through dense forested lands was always going to be different from the dense urban landscapes she’d grown up in.

I made this choice and I’ve got to live with it, she thought. It’s like a different world out here. Sometimes it feels like almost nothing I’ve learned applies in this rural setting. But I made this choice for good reasons even if sometimes I’ve wondered if it was the right choice.

She didn’t like to admit why she’d made the choice, but she tried her best to be honest with herself as often as she could. It had been the superpowered criminals. They’d always terrified her, especially knowing what she did about what superpowers did to someone’s libido. She wanted to be somewhere where there were few or none of those monsters. That meant getting as far away as she could from the big cities she’d been used to.

Supervillains were drawn to superheroines like moths to a flame. The more heroines in an area the more villains that would be there. Most of the public thought it was the other way around, but she’d always been observant enough to see through the propaganda most of the public bought into. She’d suspected what superheroes and villains were REALLY like, guessing even before she had proof that powers supercharged libidos in a way that drove some women, and nearly all men, a little mad.

Her training as a law enforcement agent had confirmed what she’d always suspected. Taking a job in a rural area where there was little to no history of superpowered crime had appealed to her, allowing her to feel there was little chance she’d ever have to face her worst fears.

But there was still a superheroine assigned to Drucker County. That didn’t bother her, if anything it had always made her feel safer. If a superpowered criminal ever did show up it would be HER responsibility to take care of them, not her and the sheriff.

Rehana had been working as Sheriff Brevell’s Deputy for weeks now and had yet to meet this Lady Luna. She was a mysterious, private heroine who did her best to avoid public exposure. As far as Rehana could tell few in Drucker County had ever seen her, only knowing about her by reputation. Checking through the local paper’s archives she hadn’t even been able to find a picture of the woman even though she’d been the county’s superheroine for decades.

Word is she doesn’t even come out during the day, she thought. And she wears a mask. That alone was an oddity amongst modern superheroines. Rehana thought again about the superheroines she’d had in the background of her life till then. Glamorous, scandalously clad women who loved public attention. Few of them wore masks, and if they did they were part of a theme costume and not something worn to hide their identity.

Superheroines weren’t like the ones that had been popular in fiction before they became a more common part of the real world after the end of World War Two. As they’d become part of daily life, as integrated into the law enforcement structure of the country as the local police were, there had been no need for secret identities. For most superheroines their hero identity WAS their identity, with most abandoning their birth names once they started training to be a hero.

But that’s not how this Lady Luna operates. She’s a mystery, a shadow. ‘The Night Wolf’ the sheriff calls her. He’s got a LOT to say about her, all of it glowing. Never seen a more uptight man have such a huge crush on a woman. I still haven’t figured out if the man is simply unwilling to admit that to me, or if he hasn’t even admitted it to himself.

Perhaps it’s because his ‘crus’ is all sexual desire. If she’s like every other superpowered woman on Earth she’ll be a hot piece of ass. His near obsession with her has to be the main reason the man has never made a pass at me, I’ve never even caught the man sneakily ogling me.

Although maybe that’s not it. He’s a good man, but his upbringing shows through. My dusky skin is probably as much of a turn-off as my preference for women is to him. Still… She’s gotta be something truly exceptional to make me seem unworthy of a stray eye now and then.

Rehana KNEW she was hot. Her slim, athletic build had gotten her a lot of unwanted attention from men over the years. Yet even the best version of her would never be able to compare to most superheroines. When a woman’s Power-Gene activated they changed physically. Some more than others, but they always got more attractive, especially the ones whose bodies “filled out”. The saying “built like a superheroine” was a common phrase for large-breasted women as most superheroines had builds that made them look like they’d been plucked from a teenage boy’s dirtiest fantasies.

“Evening, Deputy Intrieri,” the Sheriff said with a tip of his hat. “Seems you didn’t have any problem finding the meet-up location.”

Rehana scoffed. “Only because of the GPS map built into the cruiser. Not sure a city girl like me would be able to navigate Drucker County without it. The county is a vast spider web of unnamed back roads. Even WITH the GPS this place was a nightmare getting to, especially in the dead of night with nothing but my cruiser’s headlights and the moon overhead to light the way.”

Sheriff Brevell chuckled. “It’s how she likes to meet up. Unless she’s bringing a perp in I generally don’t see Lady Luna except on these monthly meet-ups whenever there’s a full moon.”

“Creepy,” Rehana said, trying to sound like she was joking. Drucker County WAS a creepy place, more run-down than not and filled with backwoods hillbillies that gave her the creeps. Even the little towns looked and felt like something out of a horror movie, although the people who lived there were better than the strange ones who lived in more secluded residences.

There had been times she’d felt the local strip club, The Beaver Den, was the only “normal” feeling place in the whole county. Even the “exotic dancers” there seemed more normal to her than most of Drucker County’s citizens.

A strangely progressive place for somewhere so rural, Rehana thought for about the hundredth time. The staff is all women, even the bouncer.

“I think ‘spooky’ is a better description for the cloud of moonlit, fog-shrouded mystique Lady Luna has surrounded herself with,” Sheriff Brevell said. “She strikes from the shadows, a predatory beast who bad guys never see coming and that devours her prey like a vicious wolf.”

Rehana side-eyed the sheriff as he chuckled as though he’d just made a joke. He always seemed to do that whenever he mentioned wolves while talking about Lady Luna. She’d asked once why he did that. He’d just smiled and told her, “You’ll understand when you meet her.”

“You’ve been anxious about tonight,” she told him, wanting to go over things one last time before the superheroine arrived.

“I always am when I’ve got trouble to tell her about. She’s never failed to put an end to trouble that’s too much for me and my deputy to handle, but she often leaves a mess we have to clean up afterward.”

“You don’t have much to tell her,” Rehana said, not bothering to hide how grumpy she was that the man had forbidden her from doing anything to gather information on this big city supervillain who had recently relocated to Drucker County. They knew almost nothing about them other than they were a man, had superpowers, and had come from a large city.

“We don’t get much super crime out here,” Sheriff Brevell replied. “It always makes me… anxious. I try to keep my distance when it comes around and let Lady Luna take care of it, it’s how we both like things to work.” He paused, glanced at Rehana, then added, “And I was worried a big city lady like you would be eager to prove her worth by recklessly engaging when I’ve told you to stand down.”

Rehana let out a long sigh. “I wish you’d at least have let me take in some of the local known crooks to ask about this mysterious supervillain. The last thing we heard was that he’s chased most of them out of the area. We don’t even know why and now there might not even be anyone to shake down for information.”

“Lady Luna will figure it all out,” the Sheriff replied, his tone and expression making it clear that the man thought the heroine could overcome any challenge.

And maybe he’s right, Rehana thought. Most superheroines had short careers. The ones that managed to stay in the game for decades lasted that long for a reason. But Rehana couldn’t help but wonder if being stationed somewhere with so few superpowered foes might have given both the sheriff and this Lady Luna a false sense of the superheroine’s skills.

 The sudden sound of a quiet engine approaching but no sign of headlights made Rehana stand at attention. Her hand flew to her sidearm, something she didn’t notice till Sheriff Brevell put his hand on hers.

“You don’t need to worry, it’s just Lady Luna,” he told her. He pointed down the road. “See?”

“I don’t see anything,” Rehana grumbled. “It’s the middle of the night, there’s nothing like a streetlight for about five miles, and—” She cut herself off as she saw a motorcycle with no headlights turn on speeding down the road towards them. “Reckless,” she scoffed. “We should write her a damn ticket!”

Sheriff Brevell chuckled. “She doesn’t need the light. Her powers include heightened senses. I honestly think she sees better in the dark than she does in the light. She’s a pro at riding that bike through the dark, and as you can hear she’s got it modified so the engine is quieter than most.”

Rehana was barely listening. She was getting her first glimpse of the mysterious superheroine her boss was so taken with and what she was seeing just wasn’t making sense. The woman’s costume looked to be a gray skintight full-body suit. Some kind of hood was attached to it, loose and partially obscuring her head and held in place by… what? It looked like some kind of ears built into the hood, furry like a dog’s. 

It was what was streaming behind the heroine that was confusing her the most. Something long and thick flapping in the wind. It almost looked like a huge bushy tail, but that would be a crazy, impractical addition to such an otherwise sensible costume.

When Lady Luna pulled up, doing an impressive slide and hopping off her bike after putting out the kickstand in one smooth motion, Rehana was dumbfounded to see it WAS a huge fluffy gray tail. And NOT part of her costume, the deputy thought as she watched the tail swish from side to side. And the ears sticking out of her hood, they’re real too!

“Sheriff Brevell,” Lady Luna said with a nod as she strutted to the two cops. “And you must be the new deputy. A pleasure to meet you,” the heroine said, extending a hand.

“A pleasure to finally meet you as well,” Rehana said, stunned by the woman’s presence. The woman’s costume was, compared to most superheroines, conservative. It covered her whole body, with the hood obscuring her face and leaving it in shadow. She wore a black eye mask that covered the area around her eyes, further obscuring her already hood-shrouded face.

Yet there was no mistaking the wolf-eared and fluffy-tailed heroine’s stunning beauty. And although her costume fully covered her body it was skintight, showing off her almost indecently curvy body. She was thick yet fit in that strange way only powered women were able to be with breasts large enough there would be no mistaking her for what she was.

Rehana realized she was staring. How could she not? The woman was a wet dream come to life. And those tits! She’d always had a weakness for large-breasted women, especially curvier but not fat women. The heroine’s tits had to each be bigger than her head, but not so oversized they looked unreal.

Sheriff Brevell elbowed Rehana. “Your jaw is hanging open and you’re practically drooling on yourself,” he whispered.

Later he’d explain that, like most heroines, Lady Luna knew how to use her sexuality as a weapon. She didn’t care for sexual attention, but she knew how to get it. “From what I can tell she taunts criminals into trying to say crude things or get a grope of her. She HATES it and uses it as an excuse to get rough with them. When she brings someone in I can always tell how lewd they were with her by how bloodied up she’s left them.”

“I’m so sorry,” Rehana muttered, feeling her cheeks flush and thankful that her dusky skin helped hide the embarrassed blush.

It was hard to tell in the dim light and with her face so obscured, but Lady Luna seemed to be dusky-skinned as well. But I can’t place her ethnicity. She’s simply ethnically ambiguous in that uniquely American way I’ve always found so alluring.

“It’s quite alright,” Lady Luna said with a smile that melted Rehana’s panties. “I’m rather used to the response when first meeting someone. As long as you can get it under control by the time we meet next there won’t be any trouble. I find it less unpleasant coming from a woman but still prefer not to be looked at that way. In fact, I prefer to keep my life as sex free as possible.”

That made Rehana raise a skeptical eyebrow. “Oh?” she asked. “From what I know about women with powers—”

Lady Luna held up a hand to stop her. “Yes, I have the same super-charged libido all women with powers have. But I’ve never enjoyed it. I’ve learned how to keep it under control. It’s a beast I’ve spent decades starving. I feed it as rarely as I must, especially because giving in to THOSE kinds of urges are more dangerous for me than most.”

Rehana didn’t ask her to elaborate. She didn’t need her to, she knew most heroines had their powers weakened by sexual climax. Some were even fully depowered by it for a time. Judging by the woman’s apparent aversion to sex she had to assume it was a weakness she experienced to a greater extreme than most.

Sheriff Brevell cleared his voice. “I wish we could keep chatting, but I’m afraid letting my new deputy get to know you better is going to have to wait till our next meet-up. There’s trouble in Drucker County you need to know about.”

As he shared what they knew with Lady Luna Rehana kept her focus on the heroine’s face, or what she could see of it. Lady Luna gave the sheriff her full attention, yet even as he told her about all the local criminals taking off there was not even a hint of worry on her face.

That concerned Rehana. “I think you’re both being too cavalier about this man. His powers are unknown and he’s sent the local criminals fleeing. He could be—”

“I’m really not concerned, Deputy Intrieri,” Lady Luna said as she cut the woman off. “I’ve been doing this a long time and never faced a superpowered foe I couldn’t handle. And I’ve got to assume any villain who fled the city to come to Drucker County couldn’t cut it there. He’s got to be a loser to relocate here, hoping for easy pickings. I’m positive he’ll be easy to deal with.”

“But you just said you’re assuming he fled the city,” Rehana said. “We don’t know that! We don’t know anything about him or his powers. He could—”

“I can handle it,” Lady Luna said confidently. “If I take this mask off I’d look to be in my late thirties, but women with powers age slower than others. Trust me, I’ve got the experience, skills, and power set to handle anything. I’m superhumanly fast, agile, and strong. And I’ve got heightened senses that allow me to see, hear, and smell in ways you can’t even comprehend.

“I’ll find this supervillain. I’ll defeat him. Then I’ll bring the scum to you two to throw in a jail cell. And before long he’ll be rotting in a prison, one out HERE where there isn’t the kind of revolving door those big city prisons seem to have installed for supervillains.”

After Lady Luna left Rehana tried to express her concerns to Sheriff Brevell, but just like the superheroine he shut her down. “She’s got this,” he assured her. “We don’t have to worry about it, trust me. There’s no way this creep poses a danger to Lady Luna.”

* * *

Butch Betty stood in the back of the Beaver Den strip club, heart pounding along to the trashy music playing over the speakers. The strip club sounded right. The fancy lights flashing and fog machines occasionally blasting out mist to help the fanciest of those lights be seen made the place LOOK right.

But the Beaver Den WASN’T right. There were no clients, nor had there been for the last few days. A sign had been put outside saying the club would be closed for an undetermined time without further explanation.

Yet it wasn’t the lack of clients that made the strip club feel so wrong. It was HIM. The man who had arrived without warning and destroyed everything Butch Betty and all the other women that worked at the Beaver Den had built for themselves. It was him and the way the place smelled after having him lurking here for days.

He’s what’s wrong, Butch Betty thought angrily as she stared daggers into the evil man. Him and that awful smell that surrounds him.

She kept replaying those first few hours in her head. He’d arrived without warning, wearing only dirty jeans and a fur-collared vest. He’d looked dirty, like a wild man who’d just come back from a hunt in the forest.

That’s what they’d all thought he was, another redneck hick who had been out in the forest hunting big game, probably illegally, and looking to “celebrate” his catch by watching some exotic dancers shake their goods in his face. Few of those hicks were built like this man, so bulky he looked more like a bodybuilder than a redneck, but she supposed nothing was stopping a bodybuilder from being a hunter as well.

At first none of them had thought much about the rank smell wafting off the man. They were used to the clients stinking, although none of them had ever smelt a man whose odor was so strong and memorable. Rank body odor, yet with a sickeningly sweet and strangely enticing musky undertone. As the Beaver’s bouncer she’d waved him in, pulling away from the reek but thinking little of his arrival.

Then the clients began leaving. At first even that hadn’t made her think something was wrong. Men came and went all the time. It was only after she realized they’d ALL left, all except the strange mountain man, that she realized she needed to turn her attention away from being the Beaver’s bouncer who was keeping the riffraff out to a bouncer who was making sure there wasn’t trouble inside the strip club.

As soon as she’d left the small entryway she was normally stationed at and entered the club proper she felt, saw, then smelled something was very wrong. “Turn all the ‘open’ signs off,” the mountain man told her. “Close and lock the doors, ALL the doors. Then come back to me.”

Betty had scoffed at the man. He was sitting in the far corner that served as the small strip club’s “VIP booth”, his arms resting on the back of the curved bench as though he owned the place. The man’s body language and tone of voice made it seem like he thought he’d walked in, sat down, and become the owner of the club and the women who worked in it simply by claiming them all.

She’d been ready to march up to him and eject him from the club, something she was even more determined to do once she noticed he’d taken his pants off and was sitting there naked except for the vest with the fur collar.

The Beaver Den was a legitimate business. The men who came to watch the girls dance knew they weren’t allowed to touch, and none of the three girls who worked there used the place as a front for any kind of sex work beyond their dancing. The few men who tried to do or even asked to do more than just watch were quickly ejected. Being the Beaver’s butch bouncer was a job Betty savored, sometimes even wishing they had trouble more often. She’d taken down the biggest of men with ease and even though THIS man looked stronger than any she’d had to deal with before she was confident she’d be able to take care of him just as easily.

It was only when she realized she couldn’t advance on the man that she began to understand how wrong everything was. Before she realized she was doing it she’d gone and turned off all the open signs. Then she’d gone through the club, closing and locking all the doors. Finally, she’d returned to the main room and marched up to the man, standing close enough to him that the foul reek emanating from him left her wanting to gag.

“Kneel,” he’d told her calmly, the smirk on his face just asking to be punched off.

Betty had clenched a fist, ready to knock the man out in one blow. Instead she’d dropped to her knees, letting out a shocked gasp of surprised horror.

The position had left her face nearly level with the man’s crotch. When she’d seen his pants were off she’d avoided looking. He was a man and she’d never had much interest in them sexually. She wasn’t called “Butch Betty” just because she was so big and strong. Kneeling feet from him and with his thing nearly within arm’s reach she had to look and when she did she let out another shocked gasp of surprised horror.

It was big, far too big especially for being flaccid. Suddenly things started clicking into place in her mind. Everyone knew superpowered women tended to have extra-large bust sizes. Anyone who paid even a little attention to superheroines saw that. Rumors were superpowered men were similarly blessed, only with their dick size. And just like many superpowered women, some of whom grew breasts that looked too big to be real, it was rumored many supervillains had unnaturally oversized dicks.

He has powers. He’s a supervillain. The horrifying thoughts ran through her mind over and over again. He’s using his powers to control me. To control all of us!

That’s when she looked around at the others and saw their faces. Cherry, the no-nonsense bartender who was nearly as tough as her, was standing behind the bar and shaking in fear. The three dancers, Shimmer, Coco, and Sugar were all nearby. Not dancing. Just standing there as though frozen in place and unable to move until this monster told them they could.

“You’re mine now,” the man had declared. “All five of you. And so is this club. It’s mine now, my new lair. For now it will serve as my home, with you all staying here as my full-time servants. Forget whatever lives you had before now, that’s over. You’re my things till I decide I’m done with you.”

Currently the man was staring down Butch Betty. “Do I need to remind you once more that you’re mine now? That you, that ALL of you, are my things?”

Betty clenched her hands into fists. She wanted so badly to attack the man, to knock that smug look off his scruffy face. He was sitting on the u-shaped bench seating of the VIP corner like it was his throne.

He showed no concern at the fresh bout of defiance Betty had managed to convey by her hated look. Betty hadn’t expected any other reaction. She already knew this would play out the same way it had the last few times she’d found the will to momentarily fight against however he was controlling her. She’d fail just like she’d failed all those other times. But she had to keep trying! She had to put an end to this nightmare he was making them live through.

The man spread his legs open further, sliding forward a bit on the bench. The movement of his hips caused Betty to take in a shuddering breath of disgust. Moving his dick even a few inches closer always left her feeling like the rank stink that seemed to emanate from it blasted out in a thick new wave. The stink hit her hard, making her feel like she needed to gag yet also leaving her feeling the urge to breathe in deep and inhale the stinking, musky odor.

It hadn’t taken her long to realize the foul miasma that surrounded him had to be part of how he was controlling them. The fact that she’d felt as though she was becoming addicted to the hated smell was only making her more certain of it. Yet she didn’t understand HOW his power worked.

Betty tried to keep her eyes locked on his. Tried to continue her hated stare while she struggled to find the mental and physical strength to break free of his control. To attack him. To save her girls. And if not that then to find the strength to turn and flee. To get away. To get away from the evil man’s stink because maybe if she did that her mind would clear and she could get help, help that would know how to deal with his evil powers.

And that was when the battle always ended. She’d take in a long, slow, shuddering breath. Wanting to gag, yet thankful to have his stink filling her senses. The thought of being away from it, being free of it, that was enough to break her. She HAD to stay close, to keep inhaling his musk.

As the addiction to his reeking musk had gotten worse the compulsion to do what he said had become something far worse. At first she’d only felt compelled to follow direct commands, but now after just a few days, she found herself anticipating his desires and acting to satisfy them before he verbalized them.

She even, at times, felt herself attracted to the man. Those were the worst moments. The ones where she’d find herself staring at his dick, feel her pussy gushing at the sight of the terrible, humiliating, degrading things he made the three dancers do. It was like her body was betraying her, turning her into something she hadn’t even thought she was capable of being.

It was those times she’d find herself being thankful the three dancers had been enough to keep him entertained these last few days. The evil man seemed to have no sexual interest in her or Cherry the bartender. But the three dancers Shimmer, Coco, and Sugar? She was ashamed of how thankful she was that she WASN’T one of them.

“What are you?” the man asked Betty when he saw the fight go out of her eyes.

“Your thing,” the butch bouncer said weakly, face flush as she felt a fresh wave of shame and hopelessness.

“What are all of you?”

“We’re your things,” the other women replied, voices as defeated and full of despair as hers was. All of them except Sugar, but Betty was trying not to look at or even think about why Sugar couldn’t answer.

“That’s right, my things,” the evil man said with a satisfied nod. “Butch Betty, you’re my muscle for now. You watch the door, running cover for what’s going on here. When the pathetic backwoods hicks come, ignoring the closed sign and demanding to know what’s going on, you convince them everything’s fine and send them on their way. When Sugar’s trailer trash boyfriend showed up looking for her you beat the pathetic limp dicked wimp into a pulp and made sure he knew Sugar never wanted to see him again. You’re happy with that job, yes?”

Betty knew there was a threat implied in the question. “I’m happy being your muscle,” she told him, voice shaking. “I’m happy serving you this way, not the way the dancing girls serve you.”

He smiled, an evil flash of teeth that showed he understood how disgusted the idea of serving a man made her. “I’ve no interest you,” he told her, “but if you were ever to find the strength to deny a command or figure out some other way to make yourself a nuisance I could easily break you the way I broke Sugar here.”

Betty had been trying her best not to look at Sugar. Shimmer, a thick-bodied white girl who liked to perform with her curvy body covered in glitter, had submitted to him without argument from the first moment. The girl was sweet but dumb so that hadn’t surprised her. Coco, a big assed black dancer, had fallen in line too without much resistance. But not Sugar. The scrawny, wiry white girl was as much trailer trash as her loser boyfriend was. She was used to being a mouthy bitch and had continued mouthing off even as the evil villain’s powers had allowed him to control her body.

“Mouthy cunts need to be put in their place,” he’d told her early on. Since he’d claimed the VIP bench as his throne he’d rarely risen from it. That had been one of the times he had, making Sugar come kneel before him so he could loom over her. “I’m going to teach you what your mouth is for,” he’d told Sugar as he grabbed his cock and slapped her in the face with it.

Betty had looked away then, but that hadn’t stopped her from being able to hear what was happening. Each one of the fleshy cock-slaps had made Betty’s body tense. Sugar had yelped and moaned her objects till he silenced her by ramming his oversized cock into her mouth. Betty had forced herself to keep looking away, hating how clearly she could picture what was happening because of the pathetic whimpers and wet gagging sounds filling the club.

That had been the first time he’d cum in their presence. It was something they would all remember for the rest of their lives. The moment he got off they’d all felt it. The reeking stink of him had blasted out in a fresh, intense wave that filled their senses and left them all reeling as they felt a disorienting rush of arousal. A moment later they’d all moaned in alarm, some of them leaning against nearby tables or walls, some simply collapsing to the floor. They’d all been forced to cum. It was an intense, alarming violation that had left them all shaken.

Betty still didn’t fully understand what had happened. It had something to do with his powers, with the stink that was constantly wafting off him. She’d seen it was stronger around his cock. After that first brutal facefucking Sugar had looked so loopy she’d worried he’d done something permanent to her mind. She’d seen it with Coco and Shimmer too, if he ever felt they weren’t being “obedient” enough he’d spend some time rubbing his cock on their faces while verbally barraging them with a mean-spirited, humiliating misogynistic rant. Afterward they’d be left loopy, like they were drunk on the stink of his cock.

“Sugar’s so much less mouthy now,” the man sighed contentedly as he ran his fingers through the woman’s hair. She was where he kept her the majority of the time, sprawled out on the bench beside him with her face in his lap and his cock in her mouth.

They’d all learned over the last few days that the man had a terrifying super-charged libido. He seemed always to be able to get hard, even if he’d just gotten off. He often spent hours lounging on his throne-like bench watching Coco and Shimmer dance for him while Sugar sucked him off. Sometimes he’d go hours without cumming, simply relaxing and watching the girls dance while Sugar lazily worked his cock with her mouth.

Then there were times he’d unleash his insatiable sexual hungers. He’d have his way with Coco or Shimmer or all three of the dancing girls at once, using them less like people and more like things.

That was on Betty’s mind as she watched the monster grab Sugar’s head with both hands and began pumping her mouth up and down his oversized cock. As she choked and gagged on the inhuman length Betty couldn’t help but think that it looked less like he was making her suck him off and more like she was just a masturbation toy he was using to jerk himself off with.

“No man wants to hear a woman mouthing off,” he said between grunts of pleasure. “Oh, some lie about wanting to have women be their equals, but the truth is every man would be doing what I’m doing right now if they had the power to do it. And I do, so I am.”

Betty gritted her teeth, preparing to endure another one of the monster’s self-indulgent monologues. She tried not to tune them out like she once had. His misogynistic ramblings filled her with anger, but she’d decided she needed to pay more attention to them. He might reveal something that would help her and the others escape this nightmare…

“At first I reveled in using my power to put women in their places,” he went on. “Powerful women, superheroines. I hunted them, defeated them, and showed them what they REALLY were, that they existed for men’s pleasure. That’s why they called me ‘The Hunter’. An uninspired villain name but it got the point across.”

He paused, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the bench’s backrest as he moaned in pleasure. Betty had to stand there, gritting her teeth while listening to the horrible “gak gak gak” sound coming from poor Sugar. She doubted he was close to getting off, he’d just decided to interrupt his villainess monologue to indulge more fully in Sugar’s “throat pussy” as the awful man so often called it.

“But I’ve left all that in the past,” he said when he finally opened his eyes and lifted his head. He hadn’t stopped using poor Sugar’s mouth like a pocket pussy, but whatever mood had caused him to pause had passed. “The life I’d been living was becoming tedious and exhausting. I’d hunt a heroine and barely get started having my fun with her before another would show up to hassle me. So I’ve come here to retire from the supervillain game.”

“I’m not ‘The Hunter’ anymore,” he declared as he shifted to hold Sugar’s head with one hand. He held the other out, signaling Cherry to bring him a fresh drink. “I don’t need the name anymore. If you’re a woman I’ve taken interest in you’ll call me ‘master’ or ‘sir’. If you’re a man you’re irrelevant and I won’t care what you call me as long as you stay out of my way.”

Betty watched Cherry scurry to him, handing him a drink then backing away as quickly as possible. Just like with Betty, he’d expressed little interest in fucking Cherry, although he’d warned her not to become “troublesome” or she might find that changing. All he wanted from her was a fresh stream of drinks even though he’d confessed people with powers weren’t affected by alcohol. “I just like making women serve me,” he’d confessed as though it was some secret they’d never been able to figure out on their own.

“Sugar here doesn’t need to call me anything, do you?” he asked her. None of them expected he’d pull his cock out of her mouth and allow her to answer. He seemed to savor dehumanizing them like this. Reminding them he’d turned them into “things” and that they weren’t women with full agency anymore.

He chuckled then went on. “I’m strong,” he told them not for the first time. “VERY strong. I’m superhumanly tough and FAR faster than I look. Those powers alone would have been enough to make me more than a match for most superheroines. But my main weapon against them has always been my cock, and as you sluts have seen I prefer to keep it holstered whenever I don’t need it.”

The villain chuckled at his joke as she pressed his cock balls deep down Sugar’s throat and held it there. “A cock holster and nothing more,” he grunted out with evil glee as Sugar began slapping at his powerfully muscled thighs while tears streamed down her cheeks.

Betty winced at the sight of Sugar’s eye makeup running messily down her face. He made them clean up at least once a day and put on fresh makeup, seemingly just so he could see it becoming a mess again.

The monster held Sugar in place till her frantic slaps started to grow weak. Betty gritted her teeth, hating she couldn’t stop the evil man from nearly suffocating Sugar with his vile oversized cock. He only allowed her to pull free and gasp in some much-needed air moments before she passed out.

“Three cockholsters that dance and fuck me whenever and however I want,” he went on, allowing Sugar a chance to catch her breath then grabbing her hair and jerking her head back to his saliva-covered cock. “I’ve got a bartender and my muscle. That’s been good these last few days, but eventually I’ll need more. You sluts had plenty of money in the register and safe, but it won’t last forever. Perhaps I’ll open the club back up and make you whore for me, maybe I’ll make you ALL whore for me,” he said as he flashed an evil smile at Cherry and Betty.

“Or maybe as I grow bored of you five I’ll start selling you off one by one,” he said with a bored sigh. “I did that with superheroines, sold them to sex traders. No idea what they would do with them, always assumed they shipped them off to some third-world shit hole, but who knows. Maybe some rich pervert here stateside buys most of them up. Wouldn’t get anywhere near as much for all five of you as I would one superheroine. But I’d get enough to keep things going here for a while, especially if I’m making the rest of you whore for me.”

He paused, giving them an opening to object. They’d all learned their lesson by then. He liked to give them a chance to be defiant so he could enjoy putting them in their places. Betty suspected Coco and Shimmer were too beaten down to even think about fighting. They were always close to him, in the thickest of the stink cloud that surrounded the monster. She wasn’t even sure Sugar had enough left to speak by this point, not with her face shoved in his crotch nearly around the clock. He even made her keep his cock in her mouth while he slept.

She suspected Cherry was like her, able to summon up some defiance sometimes but doing her best not to. She wanted to look at the woman but didn’t dare. He didn’t like that. Stewing in his foul stink for so long had left them feeling the need to do what would make him happy even while they thought defiant thoughts.

“You’ll be happy serving me,” he finally continued. “For a woman pleasuring a man is a noble pursuit. You five are going to learn how to devout yourselves to me, mind, body, and soul. And you’ll do it all for free, serving a man is reward enough.”

Only because of your powers, Betty thought, momentarily wishing she was brave enough to say so.

He looked at her almost as if he’d heard her thought. “I said my cock was my main weapon against superheroines. That’s true, but it’s not the whole truth. I think it’s time you all know the FULL truth.”

Betty tried to hide the swell of excitement she felt. This was what she’d been waiting for! He was going to tell her something important, something she might be able to use against him in the future.

“Pheromones,” he told them. “That’s my main power. I produce powerful pheromones. It’s why I stink so much. The more someone inhales my pheromones the more they feel compelled to do as I wish. They even become addicted to my scent after a time.”

He patted Sugar’s head as it bobbed up and down his shaft. “Pheromones are thickest coming off my cock, and they are even thicker in my cum. A woman spends enough time inhaling them through my smell or ingesting them through my cum and it does wonderful, TERRIBLE things to their body and mind. Sugar here is starting to understand.” He patted her head again then looked at Betty. “You’re ALL starting to understand, aren’t you?”

The villain didn’t wait for anyone to answer. “I’d like to tell you five I came here for you, that you and this place were that early retirement I had come here looking for. Truth is I had no idea you or this place existed till I saw it on the side of the road. And to think, if I’d driven into Drucker County from another direction I might have never known you existed.

“Remember how I told you I used to enjoy hunting heroines? I LOVED it. I LIVED for it, especially if they were animal-themed. Those were always my favorites. They were the ones I always wanted to spend the most time hunting down then toying with. Breaking. Ruining. Turning into something they never wanted to be. But the other heroines always pulled my attention away. I’d get distracted or interrupted.

“But that won’t happen here in Drucker County, not with a single superheroine patrolling the entire area. SHE’S why I came here,” he declared. “Lady Luna. I managed to get a hold of a few pictures of her. She’s like something pulled out of a wet dream of mine. Curvy and big-titted. Undefeated. And not just wearing an animal-themed costume, she’s an ACTUAL animal girl! A vicious wolf needing to be broken.

“I’m going to get to take all the time I want with her. Hunt her, toy with her, lead her on if the whim hits me. I even made sure she won’t have any distractions. Before I found this place and settled in I hunted down every two-bit criminal I could and drove them out of Drucker Counter. The heroine will HAVE to focus on me as much as I want to focus on her, allowing me to hunt and toy with her to my heart’s contentment.

“Or maybe I’ll jump right to the capture and spend all my time breaking her. I could indulge for days, weeks, months. Hell, if she’s strong-willed enough she could keep me entertained for years!”

The thought was enough to push the supervillain over the edge. He grabbed Sugar’s head, pulling her down and holding it in place as he groaned and shook in pleasure.

The wave of what Betty now understood were pheromones hit Coco and Shimmer first. They’d been nearest to him, dancing for his pleasure. They both dropped to their knees, moaning then whimpering as they were forced to climax. The wave hit Cherry and Betty next. Cherry leaned over the bar, whimpering and moaning as she fought against the forced orgasm.

Betty had known it was coming and for the first time felt she understood why. She tried to resist it, hoping understanding what was happening would help her fight it off this time. As her body tensed she tried not to cum, but that only made things worse. She dropped to her knees as her cunt gushed and unwanted pleasure flooded her senses. Soon she was on the ground in a ball, writhing and moaning as she rode the waves of the most intense, forced orgasm she’d ever endured.

Yet even as she suffered through the terrible waves of unwanted sexual pleasure she felt hope for the first time. At first, her mind muddled by the forced orgasm, she thought it was hope that she’d be able to find a weakness now that she understood his powers. But later, as her mind cleared and she was able to be more honest with herself, she admitted that wasn’t where the hope came from.

Once he has Lady Luna she’ll be the one suffering, not us. The thought shamed her, yet once Betty admitted it was how she felt she stopped caring about the guilt. Perhaps the undefeated superheroine could defeat this monster, but she wouldn’t entertain that hope. The only hope she felt able to muster was that Lady Luna would prove entertaining enough to keep his focus off them.

She’ll suffer instead of us, she thought. For days. Weeks. Months. Maybe even years. And she’ll deserve every moment of it, Betty thought bitterly. Now that she knew the monster had only come to Drucker County for HER she wanted to see the superheroine suffer.