Prologue: The Setup

Diligent Dan drove down the alley, double-checking he had the right address before parking. The place LOOKED like a small warehouse that might or might not be abandoned, but he’d been a henchman for enough supervillains to know it was the perfect place to be hiding his new employer’s lair.

He had parked next to a black van that he knew was owned by Mary-Annette, the supervillainess who had hired him. Driving it would be just part of his job. As a henchman he’d be part manservant, chauffeur, muscle, and information gatherer.

The job had all been arranged through the henchman hiring service run out of Billy O’s, the dive bar most of Megatropolis’ henchmen hung out at. Dan, who’d been a henchman longer than anyone else in the city, was always able to find a job there. After all, he was known as “everyone’s henchman” for a reason.

He had been surprised at first to hear Mary-Annette was looking for a new henchman. Last he’d heard she’d been happy with the creepy, lumpy goon named “Pig” who had been hunching for her the last few years. Word was he’d amassed a small fortune working for Mary-Annette and had decided to retire.

Diligent Dan shook his head. So many only last a few years henching. Either they ended up in jail or made enough to “retire”. I just can’t get that. I play it smart, using most of the money I make to keep the best lawyers on retainer. If I ever get caught I know they’ll have me out of jail in the snap of my fingers. And retire? Why the hell would I do that?! The benefits of henching are just too good to walk away from.

It wasn’t the money or the thrill the criminal activity gave him that he was thinking about. It was what you got to do to superheroines when your bosses defeated them. Heroines and villains had rules they played by, and one of them was a defeated superheroine was fair game.

Getting to take advantage of some of the most powerful women in the world was enough to make it all worth it. Add in the fact that every superheroine was sexy beyond words and you had a benefit of hunching Dan couldn’t understand walking away from. Sex with a superheroine was just better in every way. It was something about what their powers did to their bodies. They fucked better and fucking them felt better.

Dan sat thinking about all of this, knowing he was just finding reasons to put off getting out of his car. Even after hunching for as long as he had he always got nervous like this when he started a new job.

He needed some time to center himself and work past the anxiety of having to get into the flow of a new boss. Superpowered people were a little unpredictable. Powers came with a supercharged libido that left most with lowered impulse control and made many emotionally unstable. It was the reason nearly all men with powers (and a great number of women) became criminals.

At least he’d worked with Mary-Annette before and knew a little of what to expect from her. It had just been a long time since then, and that was where much of his anxiety was coming from. He’d heard the years of experience in Megatropolis had made the British supervillains a lot more intense, demanding, and indulgently perverse than she’d once been. He’d also heard she’d had a slight makeover recently, getting a new costume and some tech to go along with her powers that knocked her game up a few levels.

Been a lot of that going around, Dan thought. The Gasser got a new costume and a ton of upgrades to his tech suit. That business on Halloween made it sound like he went from being a two-bit kidnapper to a top-level threat as a supervillain. Rumors are that Mary-Annette’s leveled up quite a bit too, only she’s kept her operation focused on small encounters like I’ve been hired to help with.

He grabbed the manila envelope on the passage seat and opened it, pulling out the stack of papers inside. Everything I could find on Electro-Girl. Some of what’s in here is firsthand experience, but most of it is stuff I either found online or learned from talking to other superheroines.

Proving he could collect the information had functioned as a kind of audition for the job. Just who had hired Mary-Annette to capture Electro-Girl would remain a mystery till after he presented the supervillainess with the information.

WHY that person wanted to hire Mary-Annette was obvious to Dan. For the right price Mary-Annette could capture any woman and turn them into a sex slave for a short time. As Dan looked through the collected photos of Electro-Girl he saw why someone would be willing to pay a small fortune to turn the sexy, busty, Asian superheroine into their temporary sex toy.

She’s young enough to still have those round, cute looks that leave her looking naive and innocent. Combine that with her body? He shuddered in delight as he stared at the girl’s thick curves. Thin and athletic, yet with the kind of plump, wide, full ass and huge tits you’d only find on a superheroine. Her tits alone are enough to make it clear why someone would want her. Each one’s as big as her head, and the cutout in the chest of her skintight costume is just BEGGING for people to obsess over them.

Whoever wants her chose the right person to hire, Dan thought as he continued to ogle the pictures of Electro-Girl. The heroine’s main superpower was superhuman speed which made her an incredibly challenging foe for most to face. Electro-girl was still fairly inexperienced, only recently having graduated from The Academy and been stationed in Megatropolis, but she was already developing a reputation as being nearly unbeatable.

That was a rare thing in Megatropolis and had given Diligent Dan pause when he first took the job. He’d calmed down a bit after his research suggested part of the young heroine’s success had come from sticking to mostly street-level crime. She seemed smart enough to avoid supervillains who had powers or foes with tech that could counter her super speed.

Smart enough to avoid someone like Mary-Annette, but she’ll be helpless once we have a trap set up for her. There won’t be a fight to capture her, not with Mary-Annette’s powers. All we need to do is get the drop on the girl and it will all be over…

Mary-Annette had the power to control other people’s bodies, using them like living puppets once she’d connected with their minds. That meant all Mary-Annette needed to do to defeat Electro-Girl was get close enough to her to take control of her body.

That didn’t mean the supervillainess’ powers didn’t have limits. Her control over a victim’s body was clumsy at first and even after she had full control of someone’s body she couldn’t make them speak, which often made it hard to hide that the victim was being controlled. She also couldn’t control more than two people at once, and even doing that strained how well she could maintain control over both people.

Thanks to those limitations to her powers even a small group of superheroines could easily defeat Mary-Annette. She had the normal collection of superhuman physical attributes almost all superpowered humans had, but that slightly enhanced strength and toughness often meant little against superheroines. Mary-Annette had known from the beginning of her career she wasn’t good in a physical fight, so had tried to avoid them as much as possible.

But she’s been doing this for a long time now. She’s learned to play it smart, avoiding groups of superheroines while staying under their radar. When she nabs a superheroine she does it when they are alone and only keeps them captive for a day or two at most. Just long enough to have a little of her own fun then give her clients what they want.

Dan had also heard she’d fined-tuned her operation. Word was she’d invested in some technological upgrades that allowed her to erase the recent memories of women she captured. That way after they were let go they wouldn’t know she’d captured them meaning they wouldn’t be able to come looking for revenge. As far as Dan could tell the superheroines of Megatropolis didn’t even know Mary-Annette was still operating in the city.

He put the papers back in the envelope. “Alright, Dan, let’s do this,” he told himself after taking a deep, calming breath.

The door into Mary-Annette’s hideout had a keypad door lock. He’d been given the code and used it to enter.

Dan was blown away by what he saw as he entered the villainess’ lair. He was used to working for bosses who had to frequently move their hideouts, which led to most lairs being fairly spartan or at least ready to be packed up and moved at a moment’s notice. He could tell that Mary-Annette’s lair was somewhere the supervillainess had been living in for some time. It looked equal parts apartment, sex dungeon, drug lab, and pink colored carnival themed bar.

“Diligent Dan,” Mary-Annette said as she stepped into sight. “It’s been too long,” she continued, her thick British accent making the colorfully dressed villainess sound more refined than her revealing costume made her look. “I see the years have been good to you. You’re the same handsome, well-muscled henchman you were the last time we worked together. And still wearing that cute black turtleneck and simple domino mask? You’re a real throwback to a classic time!”

Mary-Annette took a step back as she waved to herself. “And what do you think about me?”

“You look amazing,” Dan said as he happily drank in the sight of the sexy supervillainess.

Her new costume was a bit like her old one, only far more revealing and more brightly colored. It consisted of a pink and white striped corset that had a line of pink pompoms running down the front. That was worn over a pink bodysuit that had a flamboyant puffy pink skirt built into it. The legless and sleeveless outfit left her slender but well-muscled limbs on full display while the corset pushed her breasts up and left them on prominent display.

 The only other accessories aside from pink high heels were white cuffs and a white collar with a pink bow on it. All together the costume made her look a bit like a carnival or circus performer. Mary-Annette wore her pink hair in thick puffed-up curls that added to that look, all helped along by thick makeup that made her look even more like a performer.

Judging by how her lair was decorated Dan could see Mary-Annette had leaned into the new circus performer themed. The place left him feeling a bit like he was standing in a carnival tent where every decoration was a shade of pink.

“You look amazing,” Dan repeated, “although a bit more… dramatic than last time we worked together.”

Mary-Annette smiled and nodded. “I’ve embraced being more dramatic, love,” she said flirtatiously. “Did you bring me the information on Electro-Girl?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Dan said, handing her the manila envelope.

She opened it and began looking through the papers. “Yes… A pretty little tart, isn’t she? And those tits! I see why the client wanted HER. Power set might be a problem for someone else, but that should be no worry for us. We just need to catch her by surprise.”

Mary-Annette looked up, smirking. “And I think that’s something I can easily arrange. I’ve some associates I frequently work with who should be able to get the tasty Asian treat away from other superheroines and somewhere we can nab her without it being noticed. The setup will even provide a chance to make the tart suffer through some public humiliation after I get control of her.

“We won’t even need to pay these associates of mine, letting them have some fun with Electro-Girl after the public humiliation is all the payment they need. But YOU’LL need to make the arrangements. I find the two of them to be a bit odious.”

“Who are these associates?” Dan asked.

The smile on Mary-Annette’s face grew wider. “Are you familiar with a little establishment known as Adventure World Comics?”

Dan’s eyes opened wide. “Yes, I am!”

The business was one of Megatropolis’ oldest comic shops. At one point it had been bought by two younger men who had made the business decision to have the shop focus more on comics and memorabilia inspired by real-world superheroines instead of fictional ones. He’d heard that decision had caused financial trouble for their business at first since that kind of memorabilia often bordered on being lewd or outright pornographic.

The product change had led to the loss of the business’ younger clientele. But instead of course correcting the owners had leaned into the more adult theme, attracting the kind of adult clientele that had an unhealthy and often sexual obsession with superheroines and the kind of comics and memorabilia targeted at them.

He’d heard rumors that the comic shop had even become more than a place for that kind of memorabilia. Rumors he’d heard said there was now a hidden showroom you needed a password to get into, one where the memorabilia was outright pornographic and included stollen (and often soiled) superheroine costumes. If this was true this smuttier half of the shop was kept well hidden from the public.

Somehow even with the comic shop’s shadier offerings the owners of Adventure World Comics managed to foster a good relationship with the city’s superheroines. The superheroines of Megatropolis frequently did signings there to raise money for charity.

Dan’s jaw dropped open as he realized something. The frequency of those signings had increased in recent years, beginning at just about the time Mary-Annette began hiding her presence in the city from the city’s superheroines.

“You work with them, don’t you?” Dan asked. “The signings, it’s a cover so you can get them alone and capture them. That’s genius!”

Mary-Annette gave Dan a dramatic bow. “I run a well-oiled operation,” she said proudly as she stood up. “But as I said, I find the odious nerds who run the comic shop unpleasant to deal with outside of giving them their payment. They’re obsessed with superpowered women, supervillainesses as much as superheroines. Bringing them into the criminal underworld has allowed them access to the kind of tools that might convince them to add a living woman to their ‘collection’ in that hidden part of their store. I prefer not to be in the same room with them unless there’s a superheroine there to take their attention away from me.”

Dan nodded. No matter what kind of powers a superpowered woman had there was ALWAYS a way to defeat her. Even a normal man could easily take down someone like Mary-Annette if they had the right kind of tech or drugs.

“You’ll go arrange everything,” Mary-Annette told Dan. “They’ll be able to convince her to do a signing as the weasels know how to put on a good face when they need to. They know how to charm the superheroines and make them think they’re something they aren’t, convincing them the money being raised during the signings is worth dealing with their creepier fanbase.

“I also have ways to ensure the heroines don’t remember what REALLY happens at those fan signings. And the money the greasy, gross heroine fans donate to get into the signings really does go to charity, so in many ways we’re performing a true public service.”

“Right,” Dan said with a chuckle. “And it sounds like the fans get a little more than an autograph once you have control of the superheroine?”

Mary-Annette shrugged. “It depends on my mood. Sometimes I’m more giving than others. But the two creeps who run the shop always get some kind of sexual favor from my puppet.”

“And then you bring the target to the client?” Dan asked, eager to find out who the client was.

“No,” Mary-Annette replied. “Then we bring the sexy tart back here so we can have a little fun with her. You’ll get a turn, then I’ll have my fun. After that we prepare her for the client. They often request special costuming which is something that has become a bit of a hobby for me.”

“That all sounds amazing,” Dan said. “And a fat payment after? I’m half tempted to offer my services permanently to you.”

Mary-Annette shook her head. “Diligent Dan is EVERYONE’S henchman, I could never keep you to myself. But you’re welcome to keep henching for me till I find a permanent replacement, love.”

“So who exactly is the client we’re bringing Electro-Girl to?” Dan asked, no longer able to keep his curiosity hidden.

“Dillon Rodman. Perhaps you’ve heard of him?”

Dan furrowed his brow in thought. “I know I’ve heard that name before… Wait, isn’t he that porn director that specializes in porno flicks where the actresses pretend to be superheroines?”

Mary-Annette nodded, grinning evilly. “Mister Rodman has decided he wants his next flick to feel to be a bit more… real. Of course only him and his crew are going to know that the ‘actress’ in the video is a REAL superheroine. We’ll be delivering Electro-Girl to him so he can give her a private ‘audition’ then be there to help him ‘direct’ her during the filming of her scenes.”

Dan chuckled. “Sounds like Electro-Girl is in for a hell of a ride.”

Chapter One: Adventure World Comics

“I’ll be honest,” Electro-Girl said to the two men fretting over the table she’d be spending the evening sitting at, “I’m a little nervous about this event. I’ve never done anything like it before. I’ve only been a superheroine for a short time and I still get pretty bashful just shaking hands and taking selfies with people on the streets.”

The busty Asian beauty looked down a flushed slightly. “Sometimes when I think I might run into a crowd of fans wanting that kind of stuff I run away… I mean, I didn’t know I even HAD dedicated fans that would WANT to pay money to meet me and get stuff signed.”

“Ah, but your bashfulness with the public is exactly why your signing today is going to raise so much money for charity,” Dax, the taller, thinner of the two comic shop owners said with a cheery smile. “Sure, you haven’t been a superheroine in Megatropolis for long, but people have taken notice! It’s been driving the superheroine fanatics and collectors nuts that photos and signatures from you are so hard to come by.”

“Very true,” Dillon, the shorter, plumper owner of the comic shop chimed in. “We’re expecting a packed house tonight. Just getting in the door to see you requires a ticket, and we’ve sold every single ticket that was available. Your fans were willing to pay a pretty hefty fee to get the chance to spend the evening with you.”

“My fans,” Electro-Girl said as though the words sounded odd to her. “That still feels weird. I mean, fans of what? I’ve been mostly stopping street-level crime. I haven’t taken on many big-name supervillains or gotten on the news too many times. How do these ‘fans’ even know who I am? Why are they willing to pay so much to meet me?”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” Dax told Electro-Girl.

“And you don’t seem to understand how many people obsessively follow the exploits of EVERY superheroine,” Dillon added. “Women like you always gain a devoted following, especially when they’re so attractive.”

Electro-Girl flushed and bashfully once more averted her eyes. “I’m not used to that kind of attention,” she muttered. “Before my Power-Gene activated I was a pretty awkward person. A nerdy, plump girl who no one paid much attention to. After my Power-Gene activated it wasn’t just powers I gained, my body changed quite a bit too. I thinned out, yet somehow ended up more… curvy.”

She paused, running her hands down her belly then her thighs. “At The Academy one of the last things we did was design our costumes. I struggled with that. There are reasons superheroines wear such sexy and revealing outfits,” she said without explaining further, “but I didn’t want to wear something as revealing as a lot of superheroines wear.”

Electro-Girl looked down at herself. “It’s been hard for me to learn to be comfortable wearing something so form-fitting. Odd, isn’t it? I mean, I used to be this ugly, plump girl. Now I’m built like… well, like one of those manga characters that used to make me so uncomfortable. I still struggle sometimes with how my body looks, with how it’s SHAPED. All these curves that feel so exaggerated… and the way they make men look at me.”

She sighed heavily. “I bet that sounds silly with me standing here with this ridiculous cutout in the chest of my costume. The staff at The Academy that helped me design the costume convinced me it was important. As I said, there are reasons superheroines like to dress provocatively. Showing off this much cleavage covers the ‘provocative’ costume angle, especially with the rest of my body covered up.”

“Well, it certainly does a good job drawing attention,” Dax said, laughing in just the right way to ease Electro-Girl’s nerves.

“Sometimes the way men stare at the cutout makes me want to run away,” Electro-Girl confessed shyly. “I appreciate that both of you have been able to keep eye contact so well. It’s making me understand why so many superheroines have such good things to say about you both. But I’ve HAVE heard the kind of people that show up to these kinds of events can be a bit…”

“Creepy?” Dillon suggested. “Yes, they can be. I’ll admit that SOME of the men who obsess over superheroines do so for the ‘wrong’ reasons. I mean, heck, just look at the heroine merchandise we sell! Some of it borders on being pornographic. I’ll be honest, a lot of the men tonight are going to be ogling you in ways you might struggle to deal with. If it gets too much you just tell us and we’ll take you in the back for a short break or even shut everything down.”

“That’s right,” Dax said with a reassuring nod. “Just remember we’ll be right here with you through the event. If someone is acting a bit too creepy you let us know and we’ll move them along or even kick them out. Hopefully we won’t have to do that too often. Most of the event you’ll be sitting at this table, shaking hands and signing whatever memorabilia they’ve brought or bought for you to sign.”

“Ah, yes,” Dillon said. “Another thing we should warn you about. They might ask you to sign things that make you uncomfortable. After getting here and looking around the store you expressed some discomfort with how sexualized some of the heroine merchandise is. Many of these fans will be bringing candid photos taken of you that you didn’t know existed as well as lewd artwork they’ve found online or even had commissioned of you that goes far beyond anything a candid photo might have captured.”

“Just remember how much money tonight’s event is raising,” Dax said quickly before Electro-Girl could think too hard about what Dillon was implying. “And all the money from the tickets to get into the event goes right to the charity you’ve chosen to support.”

“Right,” Dillon said. “Any time you start to feel a bit uncomfortable just remind yourself it’s all for charity.”

“And that these are your biggest fans,” Dax added. “They’ll be here because they adore you and are willing to pay a hefty entry fee just to get a chance to spend a little intimate time with a woman like you!”

* * *

We shouldn’t have let so many people in, Dillon thought as he stared out at the crowd Dax was keeping back from the table he and Electro-Girl were sitting at. I wanted to keep things small, but Dax insisted we go for a full house tonight, that we needed a big haul for her chosen charity to convince her to come tonight. He thought it was the only way to get the bashful superheroine. It worked but god I hope it doesn’t end up backfiring on us.

He had to remind himself that the two of them would have a little help with ensuring Electro-Girl had a “positive” experience and not remember any aspects of it she found distasteful. He’d gotten so good at falling into the false version of himself he presented to superheroines to charm them into making appearances at the comic shop that he sometimes fooled even himself into thinking he was a “good” guy.

But he wasn’t a good guy, nor did he and Dax work this pervy hustle alone. Mary-Annette was out there in the crowd, not even bothering to disguise herself. Many of the men in the crowd had shown up for the event dressed as supervillains, so she stood out not because of her colorful costume but rather because she was the only woman present.

At one time Mary-Annette showed up to these events disguised or even outright hidden out of sight, but Dillon supposed showing herself wasn’t as risky as it once was. She’d done a good job going underground the last few years and as far as he knew the superheroines of Megatropolis didn’t know she was still in town.

Dillon knew that with Electro-Girl being such a new arrival to Megatropolis chances were good she didn’t even know who Mary-Annette was. And even if she DID there was no chance she’d ever interacted with the supervillainess before. She’d have no idea what the woman looked like, especially since Mary-Annette had changed her costume recently.

They didn’t know exactly what happened after Mary-Annette made off with the superheroines nor did they know how she kept them from remembering what happened at these signings, but whatever she did to their minds worked incredibly well. Every superheroine that had done a “signing”, no matter how it turned out, was always willing to come back for another thanks to Mary-Annette.

Electro-Girl leaned towards Dillon and whispered, “I had no idea you would be able to fit so many people in here.”

“It’s an even bigger turnout than we expected,” Dillon told her.

It was, of course, a lie. They’d known exactly how many tickets they’d sold. More than that, they’d known WHO each of the tickets were sold to. With the kind of things that happened at these “signings” they had to be selective with who they let in.

They’d started hosting a weekly “superheroine fan” gathering that was secretly a way to vet who should and shouldn’t be allowed to attend these special signings. They had to make sure they were the kind of “fans” that would both appreciate the “special” things that happened at the events and only share what those things were with the right people.

Since Electro-Girl’s arrival at the comic shop Dillon and Dax had seen that the sexy young superheroine was skittish and uncomfortable with the male gaze. Now she was the center of attention in a room full of men, most of whom had eyes locked on her over-large breasts. Dillon could tell by the young superheroine’s body language that she was struggling not to activate her super-speed and dash out of the room so quickly they wouldn’t have been able to see her move.

Can’t let that happen, he thought. I need to put her at ease, at least until Mary-Annette makes her move. “Are you nervous?” Dillon asked Electro-Girl, already knowing the answer but hoping that if he got her talking about it she could work past some of her anxiety.

“Incredibly,” Electro-Girl told him, whispering to ensure the crowd being held at a distance by Dax didn’t overhear her. “And I didn’t expect so many of them to be dressed up like supervillains. Is that normal?”

Damn, Dillon thought, we should have prepared her for that. She’s never been to any kind of fan gathering and didn’t know THESE kinds of fans like to dress like villains so they could better live out their perverted fantasies.

“It’s so normal it slipped our minds to warn you,” he told Electro-Girl. “You shouldn’t worry too much about it. I assure you, we’ve never had a REAL supervillain slip in unnoticed,” he told her. It wasn’t a lie, not if you considered the word “supervillain” to be gendered and mean a male superpowered foe.

“Some of them are quite convincing,” Electro-Girl said as she looked out anxiously at the crowd. She leaned closer and pointed at someone in the back of the room, standing back away from the others. “That man all the way in the back, the one standing by the only woman I can see. He looks EXACTLY like Diligent Dan. You know who that is, right?”

Of course I know who he is, Dillon thought. Diligent Dan, everyone’s henchman. THE most famous henchman that’s ever henched!

Every heroine fanatic knew about Dan, although not all of them knew he was a real person. One of the most popular porn comics starred Dan as the protagonist. A large majority of the people who read these adult comics didn’t realize how often they were based on real events. Like the general public, even most of the people who collected slutty heroine memorabilia didn’t know the truth about superhumans’ supercharged libidos.

The rumors said that the series starring Dan was based on interviews with him, but many in the smutty heroine fan community argued that was just marketing by the artist who made the comic.

Should have asked Dan when he came in to set this whole thing up if the rumor was true, Dillon thought as he looked at the famous henchman. But he was all business and honestly, the shop and our merchandise seemed to make him a little uncomfortable. I don’t think he realized normal people could be as obsessed with superheroines as supervillains and henchmen are.

“I know who he is,” Dillon told Electro-Girl. “He’s popular to cosplay because his costume is so simple. And unlike most supervillain’s getups even chubby nerds look okay in a black turtleneck and domino mask.”

“That guy isn’t a chubby nerd,” Electro-Girl observed. “He looks WAY fitter than the rest of them, and older too. Most of these guys look like they’re barely old enough to drink. Kind of makes that guy stand out. And that woman standing with him, maybe it’s just that she’s the only woman I can see but something about her pink costume just looks so much more real than all the others. Then there’s the way they are standing together and talking… Something seems off about them.”

“Ah, those two,” Dillon said, annoyed the two were putting so little effort into trying to blend in. “I assure you, that’s NOT the real Diligent Dan. They’re a… a couple. Yes, a couple that likes to do group costumes. He always comes as Diligent Dan to these events, and she always dresses up as a different supervillainess. Not sure who she’s supposed to be tonight, though. Maybe it’s an OC character.”

“OC? What does that mean?” Electro-Girl asked.

“Original Character,” Dillon explained. “Some of the fans come up with their own superheroines or supervillains. They write fan fiction featuring these made-up characters. Hell, a few of the more enthusiastic ones might even come up to interact with you in character.”

All of that was true, but he worried it wasn’t a good enough cover for the two REAL villains standing in the back of the room. I wonder what happened to her last henchman, Dillon thought. If she’s going to keep working with Dan I’ll need to tell her they have to try a little harder to go unnoticed. He’s just too recognizable, even someone as new to the city as Electro-Girl can’t help but notice him.

As if reinforcing this thought Electro-Girl said, “He looks REALLY like Dan. I’ve run into him a couple of times. Not sure why everyone hires him, he’s a pushover. Heck, one time I almost broke his jaw when we were fighting,” she said with a quiet, anxious laugh. “Sometimes I forget how much I need to pull my punches when dealing with ‘normal’ criminals.”

Dillon was getting nervous. Judging by Electro-Girl’s body language Dan’s presence in the crowd was getting her spooked. “I promise it’s not the real Diligent Dan,” Dillon told Electro-Girl. “Like I said, him and his partner there are regulars at these events.”

“Maybe if I could get a closer look,” Electro-Girl said. “There’s enough space around the edge of the shop and everyone else is bunched in the central open area waiting for the event to begin. I could run to him, get a look, and be back in my seat so quickly almost no one would be able to tell I’d gotten up.”

Christ on a crutch, can she really move that fast? Fucking hell this could be trouble… I need to get her attention away from Dan before she realizes that IS him.

 “I think it’s time we got things started,” Dillon declared loud enough for Dax to hear.

* * *

“Alright, everyone, it’s time for tonight’s event to start,” one of the owners of the comic shop called out.

Dan ignored what the comic shop owner was saying to the crowd. He knew the speech was all bullshit mostly designed to put Electro-Girl at ease. The REAL event wouldn’t start till Mary-Annette had control of Electro-Girl, although he wasn’t certain if the “fans” who had paid so handsomely to get into the event understood that.

The two comic shop owners had been evasive when he’d asked how in on what was happening their clients were. They’d left him with the impression that there was mostly a don’t ask policy when it came to the explicitly sexual things that often happened at these signings.

“They come to these events with high hopes but low expectations,” the tall, thinner one had told Dan.

He supposed that matched what Mary-Annette had told him about how she dealt with her half of the event. Like most people with an active P-Gene the woman could have intense mood swings. The ability to control other’s bodies had left her even more volatile than most. She’d always been a woman with little impulse control, and it seemed that was something that had gotten more intense since he’d last worked with her.

“The crowd will get some kind of treat,” Mary-Annette had promised Dan. “How much of one will depend on my mood.”

At the moment it wasn’t HER mood that Dan was worried about, it was Electro-Girl’s. “This is making me nervous,” Diligent Dan whispered to Mary-Annette. “Electro-Girl looks too uncomfortable. I keep telling you, she doesn’t like being in enclosed spaces or being crowded. As soon as something starts to feel like a threat she bolts to a safe distance. And she can move really, REALLY fast. Almost faster than you can see, although she can only go THAT fast in short bursts. But if she decides this is a trap and wants to get away—”

“Calm, Dan,” Mary-Annette hissed. “I understand your worries, but trust me, I have the situation under control. I’ve gained far greater control over my powers than I had the last time you worked for me. Back then I had to be puppeting someone to read their thoughts, and fighting my way into their mind to take control of their body took longer. I’ve learned a lot more fineness since then.”

“How so,” Dan whispered, anxiously watching Electro-Girl.

“For starters I’ve learned how to ease into my victims’ minds,” Mary-Annette told him. “I’m in her mind already, just not far enough to take control of her body. THAT she’d feel and it would cut off her ability to speak. But I’m in far enough to hear her thoughts. The moment she thinks about bolting I can be in full control and stop it.”

“Alright, boss,” Dan said, hoping Mary-Annette wasn’t being overconfident. “But I don’t like the way she keeps looking at us. Even now with the nerds who own this place trying to take her attention off us… She keeps looking at us. Looking at ME. I think she recognizes me.”

“She does,” Mary-Annette confirmed. “But Dillon has tried to quell her suspicions. If you continue to work for me you’ll need to come in disguise next time.” She glanced at Dan and smirked. “Dressing you up as a different supervillain might be a fun project. Who’d you like to be? Brain Master? The Gasser?”

“Let’s get through this job first,” Dan muttered. “I keep trying to warn you about her. She doesn’t look like much, but it’s mostly those big tits of hers. They’re a distraction. Electro-Girl is stronger than she looks. I’ve never seen anyone defeat this uppity little cunt. I have faith in you, but still…” He reached up and rubbed his face as he remembered one of the times he’d had to face the young superheroine. “She can hit hard and fast, trust me, I know,”

Once Dan lowered his hand Mary-Annette reached up and caressed his face. “You’re my henchman right now, Dan. No one is going to hurt your pretty, rugged face unless it’s me. Now calm yourself. The fun’s about to start. After the public fun we’ll use her body to pay off those sniveling nerds. After THAT you’ll get a turn having some fun with her in whatever way you want.”

That perked Dan up. “I hope you’re right. So far I’ve come out on the losing end of every confrontation with her. I’m looking forward to the spoils you get when a superheroine is defeated.”

“With a body like hers? There will be more than enough spoils to go around,” Mary-Annette said with a lecherous chuckle.

* * *

Electro-Girl was having a hard time focusing on what Dax was saying to the crowd of fans crammed into the central open area of the comic shop. She kept looking at the strange couple in the back, the one dressed like Diligent Dan and some unknown supervillainess.

They aren’t paying any attention to Dax, just to me. And the one dressed like Dan looks nervous… Almost like he knows I recognize him. Could he be the REAL Diligent Dan? And if he was I’d HAVE to assume the woman he’s with is a REAL supervillainess.

No, stop it, she told herself. I’m being paranoid. It’s just cause I’m crammed in this small space with all these people. It FEELS like there’s no way out, but there is. There’s a door there and there. And even if the crowd was to shift to block them I could easily push my way through.

Her attention once more returned to the couple watching her and whispering. He looks so much like Dan! I should go get a closer look, just to put myself at ease. I could be up and back in my seat before anyone noticed. I could—

Her muscles suddenly seized up, leaving her body locked in place. What’s going on? I can’t move, can’t even talk. What is happening to me?

Her heart pounded in her chest so hard she felt like she might be having a heart attack. A few moments later she realized she was having a panic attack. They were something she’d suffered before she’d gotten her powers. Since then she’d only had a few, and only when she’d felt trapped which hadn’t been often.

But I’m trapped now. Trapped in my own body and unable to move! But why? How? Could it be that one of these nerds dressed like a supervillain is a REAL supervillain? Is someone out in that crowd using superpowers or some kind of tech to control my body? I can’t even move my eyes to search the crowd…

As if in response to her thoughts Electro-Girl’s eyes began to move. It was a strange, disorienting, and highly alarming feeling. Her body was moving, but she had no control over it. It left her feeling even more trapped, trapped in her own body and unable to escape or even call out for help.

Her eyes stopped on the couple in the back of the room. The woman in the pink outfit was holding one of her hands up level with her chest, with her fingers contorted oddly. After being made to look at and focus on the hand Electro-Girl realized it looked like the woman was holding and moving the strings of a marionette.

It’s her, Electro-Girl thought. It has to be her that’s controlling my body.

Once more her body was moved as if the person controlling her was able to hear her thoughts. She was forced to look up and meet the woman’s eyes. She smiled evilly and nodded as though confirming Electro-Girl’s mental accusation that she was the one controlling her.

Can you hear my thoughts?

The woman’s evil, predatory smile grew wider and she nodded again.

Electro-Girl felt the blood drain out of her face. She grew cold, the panic that she’d been feeling turning to a chill of terror. She had lost all control of her body and now had confirmation that she didn’t even have the privacy of her own thoughts.

What are you going to do with me?

The woman controlling Electro-Girl’s body responded to her mental query by making Electro-Girl stand up. This wasn’t just her head turning or her eyes being focused, this was her whole body being controlled. The sloppily controlled action was jerky and awkward, with Electro-Girl worrying she might lose her balance and fall over as she got up. The seeming lack of skill while controlling her body was disorienting and deeply disturbing.

Electro-Girl was made to keep staring at the menacing woman in pink. The supervillainess kept her hand up, her fingers jerking up and down as she clumsily controlled Electro-Girl’s body. Yet Electro-Girl soon found out that both the movement of the woman’s fingers and the movement of Electro-Girl’s body became smoother the more the woman controlled Electro-Girl.

“Would you all look at that,” Dax said when he noticed Electro-Girl had stood up and was walking out to stand beside him. “Looks like our guest of honor has decided she can’t wait for the official meet and greet during the signing. Are you eager to start meeting your fans, Electro-Girl?”

Electro-Girl was made to nod in response while wearing a cartoonishly eager grin. It felt odd that she didn’t answer verbally, but almost at once Electro-Girl understood. The woman controlling her body couldn’t make her speak. The presence of the limitation gave her a sliver of hope in a seemingly hopeless situation. If the villainess’ powers had limits then they might have weaknesses that could lead to Electro-Girl finding a way to escape.

“Well then, let’s get this meet and greet started,” Dax proclaimed, stepping to the side so Electro-Girl could walk into the crowd of eagerly awaiting fans.

He knows, she realized. He sees how jerkily I’m moving and doesn’t think it’s odd. That means Dillon knew too. They KNEW that woman was a supervillainess and tried to put me at ease. Has this whole thing been a setup?

As Electro-Girl was made to walk into the crowd of fans her head was turned to force her to look at the supervillainess. The woman sneered evilly while nodding confirmation of what Electro-Girl had just thought.

But why? Why do this to me? What are you planning on doing TO me?

Electro-Girl’s head was jerked away from the woman. She was made to step up to a fan she normally wouldn’t have gotten that close to. He was young, fat, and had a gross neckbeard. He was the kind of guy that would have perved on her BEFORE she got her powers because she was an Asian girl. The way he was looking at her now made her skin crawl.

This is one of the men Dillon said were fans for all the wrong reasons. Then she realized something. They’re ALL fans for the wrong reasons! Are they in on this too? Did they know this evil woman would be controlling my body? Is that why this gross pervert’s nasty beady eyes are sparkling with so much unsettling expectation?

“I can’t believe I’m standing this close to you,” the plump fan said, voice shaking. “Most women won’t even let me get this close to them,” he went on, licking his lips and not bothering to hide his lusty glances down into her chest cutout. “You’re soooooooo fucking hot,” he added as he lecherously stared into the dark void of her cleavage.

Gross. So fucking gross. It’s one thing using my body to distract criminals and supervillains, but this is just… Yuck! I can smell the Mountain Dew and Doritos on this creep’s breath. I don’t want to be this close to him… he’s repulsive! Please, let me move on to someone else.

“Looks like Electro-Girl has taken a liking to you,” Dax said from somewhere behind Electro-Girl. “Looks like she’s singled you out for some special attention. Why, she seems so taken by you that she’s speechless! I wonder what’s going through her mind. I wonder what’s going to happen next?” Dax paused as most in the audience chuckled or began whispering excitedly. “I suppose we’ll have to wait and find out… But most of you know how wild these private signings can get!”

“Is this really happening?” the plump nerd asked Electro-Girl. “This is my first one of these. My buddies hinted at what heroines do during these… And I mean, like, I paid a LOT of money to be here. Could I… Could I have a feel?” he asked, raising a shaking hand and holding it by Electro-Girl’s chest.

Fuck no you nasty, gross nerd, Electro-Girl practically yelled in her head. The words, however, remained something only in her mind. Instead of telling the man off Electro-Girl was made to stand up straighter and press her chest out, offering her large breasts to him.

“Hell yeah,” the man huffed excitedly as he hesitantly placed his hand on one of Electro-Girl’s breasts. It shook as he pressed it lightly into the full bulk of the breast. Then he gave the breast a light squeeze, freezing in place once he had a tight handful of tit-meat. For a few moments he just held his hand there, clearly afraid she’d react negatively to him groping her. When she didn’t the man let out a long, deep, shuddering moan as his second hand flew to her other breast so he could feel her up with both hands.

Get your greasy gross hands off my breasts, you disgusting creep, Electro-Girl was screaming in her head. Please, don’t make me let him do this! I’ll do whatever you want, just make this stop. Please, I’m begging you! I don’t want these gross fans feeling me up… Especially my breasts. I struggle to handle regular people looking at them, I’m still not used to how large they are. And I can BARELY handle how sensitive they are! Even his clumsy gropes are starting to turn me on… I don’t want this!

Instead of making her pull away the woman controlling Electro-Girl’s body made her close her eyes, press her chest out further, and make a lewd face as though she were silently moaning in delight at the man’s touch.

“Is this really happening?” the plump man asked again as he continued to grab and grope Electro-Girl’s overlarge breasts. “I’m not dreaming? This is real?”

“Here at Adventure World Comics we make dreams come true,” Drax said, both to the plump fan and the whole crowd. “Only time will tell if it’s just your dreams that will come true tonight, or the dreams of other fans as well.”

That comment sent a fresh icy feeling running through Electro-Girl’s veins. Am I going to have to let MORE of these gross nerds feel me up?

No answer came. Instead, Electro-Girl was made to turn her back to the plump man and press the back of her body into him. She felt herself wiggle her ass as she did, disgusted to feel the man had a raging erection. Things got worse when her hands were moved to grab his hands. She pulled them around her body where she placed them on her breasts. The message was clear to the man. She was giving him permission to keep feeling her up while she ground her backside into him.

Except Electro-Girl wasn’t giving him permission, the woman controlling her was. This is a nightmare, Electro-Girl thought as she unhappily ground her ass into the man’s erection while he clumsily played with her tits. I don’t want this… Don’t want to feel his erection poking into my ass and I REALLY Don’t want to feel his hands on my breasts! And I HATE that it’s all turning me on so much!

Like most young superheroines she’d struggled to deal with her supercharged libido. She’d made peace with what was expected of a superheroine when she was defeated by a foe, especially since that had pretty much never happened to her. She was too fast to be caught and made sure to keep herself out of situations she couldn’t easily run away from. She’d rationalized that if she was ever defeated she’d DESERVE what happened to her.

Now she was trapped, trapped in her own body with no way to run away. She didn’t feel like she’d been defeated, there hadn’t even been a fight. Just a dirty trick she’d fallen for. And it wasn’t even a supervillain or criminal taking liberties with her body. THAT was something she’d trained to endure. This was just a normal person, a gross fat nerd. She hadn’t trained for this and wasn’t sure how she’d endure this kind of humiliation and debasement.

* * *

“If only you could see into her mind like I can,” Mary-Annette whispered to Diligent Dan. “The busty strumpet has a lot of issues with her comically oversized udders. The cow seems to have struggled with how exaggerated her curves got after her powers activated. She’s especially struggled with how big her tits got and how sensitive they are. She’s hating having that creepy fat nerd feeling her big titties up, absolutely HATING it! It’s glorious,” she said with a quiet chuckle of cruel delight.

“If she hates it so much I’m surprised she prances about with that slutty cutout in her costume,” Dan whispered.

“I’m not,” Mary-Annette told Dan. “I can see it in her mind… At The Academy they push the graduates to design overly sexualized costumes to help them use all their ‘assets’ when it comes to fighting crime. She had staff advisers who acknowledged her body issues and encouraged her to work to push past them. I can see the memories playing out in her mind, them telling her the only way to get over her discomfort with her large breasts was to DRAW attention to them.”

“Well, the costume does a good job drawing attention to them,” Dan said with a quiet, amused chuckle. “And I’ve had a lot of experience with superheroines’ costumes. I know they look damn big crammed in that thing, but they’ll look even BIGGER without the thing compressing them.”

“Oh, minion, you have given me such a lovely idea,” Mary-Annette said excitedly. “She hates how I’m keeping his hands on her tits, and REALLY hates how that’s drawing the attention of the crowd to them. She’s incredibly embarrassed by the focus on her breasts, which is dialing up the heat the boy’s clumsy gropes and squeezes are making her feel. Just imagine how much higher that unwanted heat would be dialed up if her big fat titties were on full display?”

* * *

Electro-Girl wanted to sob in despair but she didn’t have enough control of her body to do even that. Why does he have to be playing with just my breasts? That evil woman is making me hold his hands there to keep them on my breasts. He tried to move them away to feel up the rest of my body but she made me stop him. It would be so much easier to handle if I wasn’t being made to keep his focus there. And by keeping his hands there everyone else is focusing on my breasts even more than they were before… How could this get worse?

She found out almost at once. The woman made her grab the man’s hands tightly and slip them into the cutout in her costume. He shuddered and moaned as though he might cream his pants as he was allowed to feel that she wore nothing under her costume.

The feel of his greasy, clammy hands on her breasts made her want to retch. She was so distracted by the unwanted feel of his hands that she didn’t realize what she was being made to do with them till it happened. She led his hands, getting him to reach deep into her costume and grab a firm hold of her large breasts. Then, once he had hold of them, she helped him pull them out of the cutout.

No! No, please, not this, Electro-Girl screamed pointlessly in her mind as her tits were pulled out and dropped into sight. Her face and chest burned with embarrassment as she was made to look from side to side and take in the excitement on all the men’s faces as they stared at her exposed breasts.

“Well, everyone, it seems your eagerness to meet her has overwhelmed Electro-Girl,” Dax told the crowd. “You’ve all gotten Electro-Girl horny and now she’s in need of some release. This lucky gentleman seems he’s going to help her get it. I suggest you all watch closely. He might be able to bring her the relief she needs allowing the signing to go on as normal, but then again, maybe not. Maybe she’ll need MORE.”

As he spoke Electro-Girl was made to make lewd faces, making it look like she was too horny to do anything other than expose herself and let the man behind her feel her up.

After he’d pulled her tits out she’d “let” them drop into sight just long enough for the crowd to admire the sight of them. Electro-Girl had hated that. Since her body had changed after her powers activated she’d despised her breasts. To her eyes they were far too big. Too wide and too heavy, with areolas she felt were grossly stretched out by her breasts’ overlarge size. Showing off cleavage was one thing, but this? THIS was something she might not be able to endure for long. It left her feeling like she was going to die of embarrassment.

When she returned the man’s hands to her tits to encourage him to go back to feeling her up she felt some relief. She’d rather him be clumsily groping and squeezing her tits than have the whole crowd just staring at them as they hung humiliatingly out of her costume.

* * *

“The dumb cow is making this all too easy,” Mary-Annette whispered to Dan. “Thinking all of her insecurities and fears so clearly she’s practically giving me a road map to the best ways to torment her.

“When the evening started I’d planned on just letting one of these nerds feel her up to get this part of the event over with. I find the men who come to these things even more odious than the two nerds who run the comic shop. But now that we’re in the moment… Now that I’m in her mind and making the young strumpet suffer… Oh yes, I’m going to do so much more than I originally planned. Make the dumb cow SUFFER through so much more than I planned for her to suffer through!

“Be a darling and sneak up to Dax and Dillon and tell them I plan on putting on a show they’ll all remember. Tell them I want them to let Electro-Girl’s fans come at her one or two at a time and to keep the rest back till ‘she’ calls someone new forward. We’ve done things like this before, they’ll understand what I want…”

* * *

Electro-girl was made to bend forward, just enough that her tits dangled under her torso. The position made everything she was barely enduring so much worse. With the way her large, wide, full breasts were left hanging out of the cutout then dangling heavily down she felt like a cow with heavy hanging udders under her.

As soon as the thought ran through her head she felt her body moving. She grabbed the plump nerdy fan’s hands and moved them to the base of her breasts. She was then forced to lead the man to squeeze the base of her breasts then work his hands down her hanging tits as though she WAS a cow being milked.

“Moo,” a woman in the back of the room called out then laughed. “Milk that fat-uddered cow,” the same woman said with a cruel laugh.

The supervillainess controlling me is the only woman here, Electro-Girl thought as she whimpered while her hands continued to lead the man to “milk” her hanging breasts. ThatHAS to be her. She spoke with a British accent… but does knowing she’s a Brit help me? I’ve never heard of any British supervillainess’ in Megatropolis, but I’ve only been in the city for a short time.

Even if she’d been able to figure out the villainess’ identity she doubted the information would have provided her any help. Electro-Girl knew that, she was just trying to distract herself from the humiliation she was being made to suffer through.

Electro-Girl was trying to distract herself from what was being done to her body. The woman controlling her responded to Electro-Girl trying to lose herself in thought by making her do something that would bring her full attention back to what her body was doing and what was being done to it.

She was made to grab the man’s hands again, leading him once more to squeeze down her dangling tits. But this time when he reached their tip she moved his fingers to her nipples and directed him to start pinching and pulling on them.

The supervillainess controlling her body made Electro-Girl grind and wiggle her ass into the man’s crotch more vigorously to convince him she was enjoying what he was doing to her nipples. It was humiliating and made everything worse, especially because she WAS enjoying it thanks to her supercharged libido. She didn’t WANT to enjoy it, but her body was betraying her.

Everyone with an active P-Gene was easily aroused. She’d already known her breasts were a sexual weak spot. They were always unnaturally sensitive and once she started to get turned on and worked up they became hypersensitive. But now Electro-Girl was discovering how much heat her cursed supercharged libido got from public humiliation.

The woman controlling her had been making her act out being turned on by the humiliating faux milking. That had continued once the man had started tugging, twisting, and pinching her nipples. It didn’t take long for her “act” of being turned on by all of it to become real. Her silent false moaning became REAL moans, pathetic indecent whimpers and lewd sounds that delighted both the man and audience eagerly watching what he was doing to her.

She’s not making me moan, Electro-Girl thought. She can’t make me talk or make sounds. The moans are real, they are only happening because the sexual pleasure I’m feeling is real.

A shudder ran through her body as she realized just how much she was enjoying what was being done to her. If it kept up it would eventually lead to her getting off which would make everything worse. Aside from being immensely humiliating to be made to get off in front of a crowd cumming too hard or too often would weaken or even completely depower her. If THAT happened she’d have even less chance of finding a way to escape.

The thought left her mind quickly. She was so turned on she felt dizzy from the arousal and pleasure. Can’t stop moaning and panting. The breast and nipple play… it’s too much! And all those eyes on me… Never imagined I could feel so embarrassed. I’m so ashamed to be seen like this, to have all these creepy ‘fans’ thinking I WANT this to happen! And it’s all turning me on so much… What kind of woman am I? I feel so ashamed and that’s only making me even more hot…

The way she patrolled the city required her to be in her costume for most of the day. It was designed with his in mind and included a hidden opening that could be used to expose her crotch and ass. Those who had helped her design her costume had insisted on the hidden openings inclusion so she could use the bathroom without needing to take her one-piece costume off, but they’d pointed out it would also allow her to easily engage in sexual activities.

That was a function she’d never needed to use. Superheroines were trained to use their sexuality as a weapon, and every heroine knew that a defeated heroine was fair game sexually. It was part of the rules they played by. If they let criminals and supervillains have their way with them they were supposed to let them go after a defeat. It was something Electro-Girl had worked hard to avoid. She was pretty much undefeated and had managed to avoid having to let anyone take THOSE kinds of liberties with her body.

Her stomach sank when she felt her hands reach down to use the hidden opening. No, please, don’t make me expose myself like this, she thought at the woman controlling her.

The woman ignored her pleas, making Electro-Girl expose first her hairless womanhood and then her ass. The opening only exposed her ass crack, but thanks to how full and wide her ass was and how tight the costume was the opening on her ass was pulled wide open.

For a moment Electro-Girl thought this new humiliation was going to stop there since the exposure of her sex seemed to break the restraint the men watching her humiliation had been acting under. They’d been, for the most part, silently and respectfully watching till that point. Now some applauded while others started to cheer and shout out lewd comments that intensified Electro-Girl’s humiliation and left her wanting to cry in shame.

The moment when she thought things were done getting worse was short lived. As the men of the crowd showered her with lewd verbal praise her hands went back into action. Now that the plump crevice of her ass was exposed to the man behind her she reached back under herself and fumbled with the man’s pants. She unzipped them, reaching in and pulling his underwear down to find his hard member.

Electro-Girl wanted to retch when she found it sticky and damp with precum. Her disgust only added to the animal heat she felt at feeling a hard cock. Her cursed supercharged libido ensured the sight and feel of a hard cock nearly always left her aroused and needing more than just a look or feel, especially if she was already worked up.

It always left her feeling helpless. She knew that by this point even if the woman hadn’t been controlling her she would have been too worked up NOT to keep a hold of the man’s cock. That she wasn’t able to act on her hated instincts made the feeling of being powerless harder to stomach. She WAS powerless this time, not just losing control of her lust and letting it “control” her body, but truly not in control of her body regardless of her untamed lust.

Once his cock was out she put her hands on her thighs, bending over a bit further and pressing her butt harder into him. She wiggled her ass from side to side till his member was wedged in her ass crack. Then she started to grind it up and down, the ample precum leaking from his cockhead quickly adding slimy lubrication as she gave the man an ass job in front of a cheering crowd.

He was still playing with her nipples, tugging and twisting them as he gasped in pleasure. He was already so worked up that once she was giving him an ass job he didn’t last long. The plump fan grabbed her tits and pulled them up into her body as he let out a male grunt of release.

With the way their bodies were pressed together the thick load of slimy cum was left in her ass cheeks as he pulled away. She was kept in the same position she’d been in, hands on her thighs and bent forward so her tits dangled under her. Her face burned with shame and humiliation as she felt the cum oozing down her ass crack, hyper-aware of the feel because people in the crowd were commenting on it.

“Take a step back and put your dick away,” Dax told the man who’d just cum on her ass. “Get to the back of the crowd to give everyone else room,” he continued.

When Electro-Girl felt herself lift a hand away from her thigh she hoped her horrible ordeal would be over. The hope died at once as she pointed to the nearest fan and waved him forward. As soon as he was within reach she was made to grab his pants and pull him closer, dropping to her knees as she fumbled with his pants.

His member was half erect when she pulled it out. That disgusted and shamed her. These men were enjoying her degradation in ways they SHOULD have known were wrong. They SHOULD have known or suspected she was being controlled. But they didn’t seem to know or care. They were excited by what she was being made to do, cheering her on and acting like this was what they had expected from the evening’s signing.

By the time she had the man’s cock free of his pants it was rock hard. Please, don’t make me suck him off. Not in front of this crowd, I don’t think I can handle that!

* * *

“Dumb cow,” Mary-Annette muttered happily. “I was just going to make her jerk him off and cum on her tits to humiliate her. But she’s ASKING me not to make her suck him off. Think she’ll ever learn begging me not to do something just ensures I’ll make her do it?”

Dan chuckled. “I doubt it. She’s too young and naive to understand that’s how women like you respond to stuff like that. I know villains and I know how you delight in making superheroines suffer. I love it too, it’s a big part of why I find being a henchman so rewarding.”

Mary-Annette barely heard Dan. All her focus was on Electro-Girl and what she was making the helpless heroine do. “There we go, love,” the supervillainess cooed happily, “kiss the tip. Yes, you hate it. Hate the rank smell of the creepy nerd’s manhood. Kiss it again, only this time suck on the tip a bit to get a taste of that bead of nasty precum. Mmm… you HATE that. More, suck on it.”

“Oh my,” Dax called out. “Look how cock-hungry our sexy superheroine is! I bet you’re all glad you paid the price to get in tonight. And just think, she’s doing all this for charity. You’re all doing good right now by being here and supporting her favorite cause!”

Dan laughed at that. “Oh, I like that. They’re not villains, they’re philanthropists! That’s a good touch,” Dan told Mary-Annette. “I bet it helps ensure none of them get a bought of guilt after these events. That could lead to them telling the wrong people and ruining everything.”

Mary-Annette was still not listening to Dan. “You hate this but you’re feeling relief that the focus is off your tits? Dumb, dumb, DUMB cow,” she muttered happily. “Let’s ruin that feeling of relief. Keep sucking him off but grab those gross fat cow’s udders you hate so much and lift them up. Yes, there we go, wrap them around his cock while you suck him off. Yes, you REALLY hate that. Lean forward, take him deep in your mouth, and press your tits up higher so your face is buried in them. At least he won’t last long… But it’s going to get even worse once you’re done with this one.”

“Damn, boss, you’ve gotten so much more evil,” Dan said with an approving snicker. “You always enjoyed making superheroines suffer, but I can tell you’ve turned it into an art.”

“Indeed I have,” Mary-Annette said proudly. “Ah, look, he’s cumming! Swallow it, girl. Oh, she HATES that.” The supervillainess cackled quietly. “She HATES cum. Hates the taste. Hates the way it feels like it sticks in her throat after swallowing it. Just watch, Dan, tonight is going to be a masterpiece of humiliation and degradation. I’d had planned on restraint and rushing through this knowing what’s in store for her once she’s delivered to the client, but now… in the moment… Oh, how I plan on making her suffer!”

Dan didn’t bother to restrain the wide smile on his face. He was thinking about the times he’d faced Electro-Girl and she’d won. About the superpowered punch that had nearly broken his jaw or the strike to the gut that had left him wheezing on the ground as she took care of the villain he was henching for at the time. “What are you going to do to her next?” he asked eagerly.

The fingers of the hand Mary-Annette was holding up danced as she puppeted Electro-Girl’s body. “Up on your feet, love,” she muttered. “Bend over all the way, ass up on display and cunt accessible. Hands on your knees, tits dangling down. There we are, love. You hate that. So afraid of what’s coming. Ah, she’s just about figured it out. Call them forward, two at a time. There we are, love. They’ll take you two from both ends. Spit-roast you, one fucking you from behind while the other uses your mouth. And we’ll make sure they believe you want it…”

Dax understood what Mary-Annette intended. He helped call fans forward one or two at a time. “I believe Electro-Girl is so turned on and thankful for all the money you’ve raised for her chosen charity that she’s going to give everyone here a turn. Is that right?”

Mary-Annette made Electro-Girl nod her head in agreement before opening her mouth to let the man standing in front of her shove his cock in her open maw.

The crowd began to spread apart, splitting into two groups. One stood near Electro-Girl’s front, waiting to use her mouth. The other moved more towards her backend, hoping to get to fuck her pussy. That group was larger and from anxious muttering some expressed concern they might not get a turn unless they were willing to switch sides and take a turn fucking her mouth.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” one of them standing in the group waiting to fuck her from behind told one of the concerned fans. “This isn’t my first time getting to do something like this here. Trust me, the men fucking her cunt won’t last as long as the ones using her mouth. Everyone will get a turn to use whichever hole they want.”

Dax made a sound to draw everyone’s attention to him. “See that? Such a giving woman to her fans,” he proclaimed to applause and hoots of joy. “From the looks of things she’s as cum-hungry as she is cock-hungry, so feel free to cum in her mouth. In fact, you ALL should do that if you’re using her mouth. Don’t want to risk getting any in her hair, right?

“But those of you taking a turn using her pussy, I want you all to pull out when you finish. We don’t want to be disrespectful of her or the others waiting for a turn. Feel free to make a mess of her ass or the back of her costume, but no cumming in her pussy, got it?”

Most of the crowd nodded and said they understood, although a few muttered in disappointment.

Dan elbowed Mary-Annette, nodding to a group of fans standing close to them. The handful of men looked uncomfortable, and none had moved to get into either of the groups that had formed to take their turn. “Listen to them for a moment,” Dan whispered.

Mary-Annette didn’t need to keep as much of her focus on Electro-Girl now that all the helpless superheroine was doing was mostly staying bent over and letting men take turns fucking her from one end or the other. Mary-Annette smiled and laughed along with Dan as she listened to the conversation the henchman had drawn her attention to.

“This is wrong,” one of them was saying nervously. “I know everyone says superheroines are secretly sluts, I mean, that’s why I’m here. But this feels… wrong.”

“Yeah,” someone else agreed. “Look at all these guys dressed as supervillains. Maybe one of them is a REAL villain and controlling her?”

“Maybe,” another one of them said. “But what could we do about it?”

One of them who had been wearing a nervous, guilty expression grew suddenly determined. “Nothing,” he declared. “Maybe she’s being controlled, maybe she’s not. No way we’ll ever know. What we DO know is she SEEMS willing AND this is for charity. Come on guys, let’s just choose a side and get our money’s worth.”

Mary-Annette and Diligent Dan cackled in delight as they watched the men choose which group to stand with.

“I’m going to make her let them ALL take a turn,” Mary-Annette declared happily. Suddenly her gloating expression fell. “Uh-oh.”

“What?” Dan asked, his body tensing as years of experience kicked into action. “What’s happening?”

“They slutty cow’s about to cum.”

* * *

It was too much for Electro-Girl. Too much heat from being publicly humiliated and degraded, all making her so hot she was dizzy with arousal. Her body was on fire, her supercharged libido ensuring nearly everything felt good. Even the swinging of her tits under her as she was fucked from both ends felt good.

Having cock after cock thrusting in her felt best of all. None lasted long enough to get her off, but each fucking brought her a little closer to orgasm. She was there, on the edge of climax and about to be pushed over that edge. The forced, unwanted pleasure was something she feared would be too much for her. But so what if it was? The supervillainess controlling her body would just keep controlling her, keep making her endure more.

Electro-Girl shuddered and moaned as it finally happened. The climax left her feeling drained and weak, washing away much of the arousal muddling her mind and leaving her more clear-headed but physically weaker.

The clearing of her mind allowed her to realize something as she came down from her climax. She was free! She could move, she had control of her body. The climax had broken the woman’s control over her! Except she’d realized too late. By the time she processed it the supervillainess had control of her body again.

But it’s a weakness that can be exploited, Electro-Girl thought. A way to break free of her control. I have to stop fighting how much I’m enjoying this. I need to lean into the humiliation. Get hotter. Work myself to climax quicker so I can break free again from her control over my body then try to escape.

* * *

“Dumb cow,” Mary-Annette muttered, the anxious and strained expression on her face softening. “Thought we were going to have a problem there for a moment.” She glanced at Dan. “You remember my weaknesses?”

Dan nodded. “You can only control two people at once, and if they cum it breaks your control over them for a few moments.”

“She noticed I lost control of her when she came,” Mary-Annette told Dan. “But the dumb slut is doing the exactly wrong thing with the information. She’s trying to cum as quickly as she can, leaning into how much everything is turning her on. I’ll help her along, move her just right so she gets off quicker and harder next time. She doesn’t see how much that will hurt her feeble escape attempt.”

“I don’t understand,” Dan said, sounding confused.

“She’s one of the ones who’s weakened by getting off,” Mary-Annette patiently explained. “And young and inexperienced enough to not understand the subtleties of that weakness. If she’d learned to ease into the climax the right way it wouldn’t depower her as much. But leaning into it to cum fast and hard? All it’s going to do is depower her more and leave her body and mind weak enough for me to reassert control more easily. No… There’s no worry here. All she’s going to do is wear herself out and make herself easier to control.”

Chapter Two: Dax and Dillon’s Payment

No more, Electro-Girl thought. Can’t go on… To weak… Got off too many times… Swallowed so many loads of cum. So much cum on my ass and up my back… Can’t endure any more… Please, no more!

Electro-Girl thought at first the woman controlling her had finally taken pity on her and listened to her pleading. The woman made Electro-Girl drop to her knees then let the weakened and exhausted superheroine collapse onto the ground. Electro-Girl was left lying face down, her exposed breasts pressed into the filthy floor of the comic shop as she lay panting.

The woman wasn’t controlling her body anymore, not MAKING her lay there. She was simply LETTING Electro-Girl lay limp and unmoving. Yet Electro-Girl could feel the woman’s influence on her body and feel her in her mind. She wasn’t actively puppeting her, but she could stop Electro-Girl from moving and retake control in an instant.

It didn’t really matter. Electro-Girl was too physically weak and emotionally exhausted to make an escape attempt. She’d suffered through so many shameful, humiliating orgasms she could barely remain conscious.

She was barely aware of the two comic shop owners shepherding the fans who had just taken turns fucking her out of the comic shop. It was only when she realized this was happening that she understood why her ordeal had ended. The evil woman who had been controlling her hadn’t taken pity on her at all, all the men had just gotten their turn.

Someone stepped up to her and stood there, looming over her. Electro-Girl was too weak to turn her head and look to see who it was.

“Look at you,” a familiar voice said as the looming figure knelt beside Electro-Girl. The man grabbed a handful of Electro-Girl’s platinum hair and lifted her head to force her to look at him. “The undefeatable Electro-Girl defeated at long last,” Diligent Dan gloated.

The evil woman Dan was serving as henchman for stepped up behind him as the last of Electro-Girl’s “fans” were led out of the comic shop. “I’m still in your mind, love,” the woman reminded Electro-Girl with a mocking sneer. “I hear you coping with what’s happened to you. ‘At least it’s over’. Sorry, love, it’s FAR from over. Mary-Annette rarely plays with her toys for such a short time.

“And even though I DO intend on enjoying playing with you it’s not why I’ve taken control of you. I’ve come to claim you for a client who’s paying quite a bit for you. But you’ve plenty to suffer through before you have to endure what that awful man wants you for. I plan on having some fun with you after I get you back to my lair. And Dan here will get a turn. But first…”

“Our payment,” Dillon said as he and Dax joined the others.

“Indeed, loves,” Mary-Annette said. “What did you have in mind?”

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