It was a slow week for the Megatropolis Amazons, with no supervillains having shown their faces. Psychia, the Megatropolis Amazons’ potent telepath and dispatch agent, had been using the lull to send team members out to investigate “low threat” incidents the team normally wouldn’t have time for.
That was how Archbaroness found herself sent to investigate rumors of women acting strangely. The neighborhood she’d been sent to wasn’t one her or any of her teammates often got sent to. It was a residential neighborhood of middling affluence, full of rows of brownstones. Not the kind of place normally hiding super scientist run terrorist organizations or harboring supervillains and their gangs.
As Archbaroness flew low over the neighborhood she had no idea what she was looking for. Psychia had shared the reports of women acting strange, along with several claiming to have lost hours or even days’ worth of memories. Psychia had even interviewed several of them, but even after delving deep into their minds via her telepathic powers the heroine said she had little to offer.
“Whatever is happening to all these women, it’s ensuring they have no memory of the strange, often publicly humiliating events they’ve been involved in,” Psychia had told Archbaroness with concern. “And I find the longer missing time when their whereabouts and actions can’t be accounted for even more alarming. Yet there’s no hint of someone with powers being behind this… I’m certain I’d have been able to pick up on that in their minds.”
It wasn’t much to go on. They knew someone or something was targeting women in the neighborhood, making them act strange, leaving them with gaps missing from their memories. The only clue, other than the incidents being contained in one neighborhood, was that all the victims were attractive older women on the slightly thicker side.
“MILFs,” Psychia had said with an ominous pursing of her lips. “That’s how some would describe all these women. Hot MILFs, older yet still VERY attractive as long as you are into thick, curvaceous builds.”
“And that’s why I have to be the one to go check this out,” Archbaroness had said, realizing what was going on. She smirked at Psychia and put her hands on her wide hips. “What was that comment you showed me on that ‘fan page’ the other day? ‘Archbaroness is the finest MILF meat this city has ever seen’?”
Psychia chuckled. “We’ve all got our fans, but I’m always amazed at how many YOUNG admirers you have. This generation of young men just coming of age, they seem to have a finer appreciation for women of your age and thickness. Or at least women who LOOK your age,” Psychia teased.
“You might look like a woman in her early forties who has aged incredibly well, but we all know how an active Power-Gene slows our aging.” The potent telepath tapped the side of her head. “I’ve sneaked a peek in your mind and know how old you REALLY are,” she teased with a wink. “But your secret’s safe with me.”
Archbaroness graciously waved away the unconsented violation of her mind, laughing and telling Psychia, “It’s fine as long as you KEEP my real age a secret.”
Her expression became more serious. “So someone is targeting MILF-tastic women. You think sending me might lure who or whatever they are out so we can put an end to whatever they are up to?”
That had been the idea. She’d spent the last hour slowly flying over the neighborhood, low and slow enough that people could see her. They WANTED her to be seen, hoping her presence would draw this sinister force out. Her tight purple costume showed off all her ample curves and always drew eyes. She made sure she flew in ways that would leave anyone or anything that appreciated the kind of wide, thick ass and large heavy breasts she had salivating at the sight of her passing by in the sky.
When there was no sign of anything strange she changed her pattern, landing to patrol on foot. The neighborhood being so heavily residential and upper middle class meant foot traffic was light. She’d started her taunting patrol midday when there were even fewer people about in hopes her presence would be more quickly noticed.
Still nothing, and Archbaroness was beginning to grow a bit bored. With a lack of villains to punish she was eager for some action. Give her something to hit! Something tough, something tough enough that she wouldn’t need to pull her punches and hold back her super strength.
When she saw the young man excitedly rushing from the front door of a nearby brownstone, frantically waving her down, she was thankful for the distraction from the boredom. A fan, she thought, flashing the young man a smile as he rushed towards her. Phone out, panting with excitement. Looking to meet me and get a selfie. Why not? Not like I’ve anything else going on.
She knew his kind, she’d known them her entire career. Times HAD changed since she’d first put a costume on, they’d changed a LOT. Yet young men like this, different as they were thanks to changes in culture and technology, were still essentially the same.
The nerdy-looking young man was practically a kid to her. He couldn’t have been more than what, nineteen, twenty? She knew his kind. Teenage hormones still dominating their brains. The kind who was a “fan” of superheroines for all the wrong reasons. The kind that went to those pervy conventions or frequented online fan sites and forums where they drooled over risqué pictures and heroine memorabilia that was sometimes outright pornographic.
As she greeted the young man Archbaroness got a bit of a rush from the way he openly ogled her cleavage. How could he not? Her costume was just about as low-cut as it could be without leaving her open to accusation of being “indecent”. And the fact that she had so much cleavage to display helped matters along. Each of her breasts had to be at least as large as the young man’s head, and with her tall height and his short stature he was left just about face level with her tits.
Her mind drifted as she made small talk with the excited fan, thinking about how many boys as young or even younger than him must have jerked off to pictures of her. How many rich and influential men whom she’d had private meetings with over the years or conversed quietly at galas and fundraisers had shared that she’d been their first crush? How many had even confessed that pictures of her were the first thing they’d ever jerked off to?
Is that what was going on with this boy? Is that why he was so over-excited to be meeting her and get a chance to take a selfie with her? Was this a near-masturbatory fantasy come true? Standing close enough to grope her, her tits in his face. He kept staring into the black void of her cleavage as though hypnotized, leaving him momentarily slack-jawed as he practically drooled at the sight.
She’d dealt with it plenty of times. A lot of fans who drooled over her tits were overwhelmed when meeting her in person for the first time. Pictures or even videos didn’t do her breasts justice, and over the years she’d slowly lowered the cut of her purple top. Many fans had been drooling over pictures of older versions of her costumes and were unprepared for just how much of her overlarge breasts the newest version left exposed.
For half a second Archbaroness thought about making this nerdy, stuttering fan’s year by taking him somewhere more private and giving him a REAL treat. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d done something like that, but as the years and then decades had gone on she’d done it less and less. As time had gone on and these young fans had felt more and more younger to her the phrase “robbing the cradle” had taken root in her mind, leaving her less eager to give men what might be their first true sexual experience.
Taking their v-cards had been a kink for me at one point, she thought, enjoying the fond memories but happy to know she’d long ago grown past such things.
It wasn’t just that she’d matured, OTHER things had made doling out “treats” like that to her fans less enticing as the years went on. The smartphone the boy had in his hand was a stark reminder of that. He was going to ask for a selfie with her, EVERY fan did now, no matter their age or gender.
The phone was a reminder of how much simpler life had been before everyone had smartphones. You could be wilder, knowing there would never be evidence other than a happy fan’s private memory no one would believe if they dared to share it. Even being overseen wasn’t such a risk, it would just be a story someone told that few would believe.
Now anyone who stumbled upon them could simply pull their phone out and take a picture or record a video. HE could sneakily record the incident. If she went somewhere she felt was more private there might be a hidden camera set up. Then it wasn’t just a story, there would be easily shared photographic proof or a video.
Other things had changed as well. It wasn’t like it was a few decades ago before the internet, where a sneakily taken picture was easy to suppress. Where would someone who had such compromising evidence of a superheroine’s supercharged libido share it? Underground newspapers delivered by mail? Shady magazines sold in seedy porn shops? The number of people such things could reach had been so small they had barely been worth suppressing then.
Now it would take moments for a compromising picture that revealed just how sexual a superheroine’s life is to be posted online, and videos could be posted just as quickly. Hell, a compromising incident might even be streamed live!
There were government agents working nearly around the clock to suppress such things. It had long ago been decided it was in the public interest to keep the public naive of the fact that superpowers came with supercharged libidos.
Government hackers existed whose entire job consisted of searching the web for compromising pictures and videos to delete. And when pictures or videos couldn’t be erased their impact was suppressed by troll farms working round the clock to discredit people posting the truth to better continue the decades long government psyop to suppress the truth and keep the general public convinced the rumors of superpowered people’s lives being driven by hyper-sexual perversion were just perverse fantasies and laughable conspiracy theories.
It would be too risky to give this young fan a real treat, she thought with a resigned internal sigh. It’s not worth the risk of all the damn paperwork that comes with finding out a picture or video is out there and not fair to all those people who work so hard to keep us superheroines’ sexual lives a secret.
The time had come to take the selfie with the kid. She let him sidle up beside her, even going as far as grabbing his free arm and pulling it around her waist. She even kindly positioned his hand near enough to the upper curve of her plump ass that he’d be able to get a sneaky little grope in without her needing to object.
There, she thought as she smiled for the camera he was holding up. Maybe not the kind of treat I’d have given a young fan like him a couple of decades ago, but still enough to feel like I’m filling his spank bank. And how about I lean forward a bit as he raises the camera so he can get a better picture of my cleavage?
She’d been so lost in her thoughts and focused on getting his hand on her upper ass that she’d failed to notice it wasn’t the camera app open on the boy’s phone. He was holding it up like he was preparing to take a selfie so she’d not bothered paying the screen any attention. But now, as she turned her focus to it to smile for the picture, she was confronted with not a mirror image of her face but a strange spinning spiral with oddly strobing colors behind it.
Her body instantly tensed as the steady, calming spinning spiral and hypnotic strobing colors triggered something deep in her mind. A few moments after her body tensed her muscles started to ease. Her eyelids grew heavy. Her arms dropped limply to her sides. Her posture slouched, then a moment later straightened. Her heavily hooded eyes opened wide while the look in them went blank as the spinning spiral consumed her attention. Finally, her head lolled to the side as her mouth fell open, a bit of drool dribbling out of her maw.
The boy continued to hold the phone up so that Archbaroness was staring at the spinning spiral filling its screen, but he repositioned himself so he was standing directly in front of her.
“Fucking Christ, the hypno app DOES work on superheroines,” he muttered in disbelief as he stared at the drooling, hypnotized Archbaroness. “And it’s her. HER! The hottest piece of MILF meat in the city, no, the fucking world! This is Archbaroness, THE Archbaroness! Tits and ass in all their glory, right here, in front of me, under my control!”
After looking about anxiously he nodded to himself, muttering, “Have to get my new plaything off the streets. Hypnotizing random, meaningless local pieces of MILF meat? No one has noticed that because I’ve made sure to hypnotize all the locals and prime them with triggers and compulsions that make sure they CAN’T notice what I’m up to. But a superheroine in this slutty, revealing, brightly colored purple costume? I don’t dare testing how well those triggers and compulsions work when it’s someone that MATTERS.”
He looked around again, eyes darting up and down the street then to any windows with open curtains. “Gotta get her back to my house quickly,” he muttered.
“You will follow me,” he told Archbaroness as he slowly started backing towards the townhouse he’d come out of. “You will follow without objection, slow and steady, keeping your eyes on the pretty, calming spiral.”
As he slowly made his way to his front door he kept his phone held up, the spiral on the screen in front of the hypnotized superheroine’s face. She walked zombie-like, shoulders hunched forward with her empty eyes locked on the spinning spiral.
“I will follow you,” she mumbled in an emotionless monotone. “Follow without objection… Slow and steady… Eyes on pretty, calming spiral…”
It was easy going till they reached the stairs leading to the door into the boy’s brownstone. “Don’t look down,” he told Archbaroness firmly. “Keep your eyes on the spiral. Reach out carefully with your foot to find each step. There you go, take it one step at a time so you can keep yourself focused on the spiral.”
Once at the top he reached behind himself to open the door. Then, with a bit more urgency, he quickly led Archbaroness through the doorway. Once inside he kept commanding her to keep her eyes locked on the spiral while rotating and switching their positions so he could close the door behind them. This left his back to the front door once he’d locked it, with Archbaroness staring at the held-up phone with her back to the house she’d been led into.
If she’d been able to break her gaze from the spinning hypnotic spiral she’d have noticed nothing out of place. The entryway they stood in turned into a long hallway that led past several rooms then ended at stairs leading to the brownstone’s upper floors.
But Archbaroness wasn’t able to break her gaze from the hypnotic spiral displayed on the phone’s screen. She stood, head cocked slightly to the side, eyes wide open and mouth hanging stupidly open as she drooled on herself. She was staring, vacant-eyed, and completely transfixed.
“Even the most vapid stay-at-home mom needs some induction before I dare put the phone away,” the young man told Archbaroness. “So I imagine with you I’ll need to double or tipple the amount of induction I normally put a piece of MILF meat through. I need to be safe, I don’t want you waking up from your trance once we start. I’m sure that wouldn’t go well for me at all, would it?”
As he waited for a response Archbaroness continued to stare blank-eyed and drooling at the spiral. After a long pause she answered, her words coming slowly and free of emotion. “No. Not well at all. Punish you. Or fear danger. Escape. Run. Fly. Then return, other heroines. THEN punish.”
“See? Hypnotized and entranced, but your mind is still working enough to recognize I’m a danger. There’s enough of you still near the mental surface to want to ‘punish’ me. I bet if I took you to the room and started putting you to work you’d wake right up. No, you’ll need to be MUCH deeper in a trance before I even take you there, the very sight of the place might wake you up.”
He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, then began. “You shall listen to me. You shall keep your focus on the spiral, letting its spinning, swirling power bore into your mind, allowing my words and commands to enter deep into your psyche. Understand?”
Archbaroness, expression unchanging, nodded. “I understand…”
“You will repeat back what I tell you, the sound of your own voice reinforcing my commands,” he told her.
Once more Archbaroness nodded. “I will repeat back what you tell me. The sound of my voice will reinforce your commands.”
“Good,” the boy said, a joyful, fiendish grin on his face. “Now, stare at the spiral. There is nothing but the spiral. As it spins it calms and empties your mind.”
“I will stare,” Archbaroness repeated slowly. “There is nothing but the spiral. As it spins my mind calms and empties.”
“Your mind is blank. Empty. The spiral is all there is and that’s a good thing.”
Archbaroness drooled on herself a bit then said, “My mind is blank. Empty. The spiral is all there is and that’s a good thing.”
“An empty mind is a good thing,” he went on. “And an empty mind is blank and obedient. YOU are blank and obedient MILF meat.”
“An empty mind is a good thing,” Archbaroness replied slowly, what little hint of emotion that had been in her voice draining away. “An empty mind is blank and obedient,” she continued, a sliver of emotion returning that hinted at eagerness to be obedient. “I am blank and obedient MILF meat,” she went on, the desire to obey more than a hint in her voice as she spoke.
“Blank and empty MILF meat exists to be a slave,” he told her firmly.
She stared at the spinning spiral, unblinking, and replied, “Blank and empty MILF meat exists to be a slave.”
“Blank and obedient MILF meat must obey.”
Archbaroness nodded slightly, the little motion of her head causing a fresh bit of drool to dribble out the corner of her mouth. “Blank and obedient MILF meat must obey.”
“Blank and obedient MILF meat must not resist, no matter how unpleasant the commands it is given are,” the boy told her in a domineering, confident tone. “Blank and obedient MILF meat cannot resist for it lives to obey!”
As soon as he was done speaking Archbaroness began repeating it back. “This blank and obedient MILF meat must not resist, no matter how unpleasant the commands I am given are. This blank and obedient MILF meat cannot resist for I live to obey…”
“Now you will continue to stare at the spiral, repeating that all back in your mind as you sink deeper and deeper, growing blanker and more obedient. You will remain this way till I release you from this trance, even AFTER the spiral is turned off and put away.”
Archbaroness nodded, mouthing all the things she’d been told to say but not saying them out loud.
“That should work… Although I need to give you a bit to reinforce the trance. Let you stand here, sinking deeper and deeper… But fuck me, the waiting is going to be hard,” he said, ogling the hypnotized heroine’s ample cleavage.
After taking in the sight he decided he needed a distraction to keep himself from moving too fast. He decided to talk to Archbaroness to distract himself, doing it more to hear himself speak than to tell her anything.
“I created this app,” he began. “I’ve been testing it out on the people in this neighborhood, especially the curvier older woman. At first it was just simple tests to refine how well it worked, then simple compulsions and triggers to ensure I could test more openly without worrying about someone reporting what I was doing.
“Then, as I grew more daring with what I was making the people I controlled do, the development of the app started to have costs I couldn’t cover. So I decided to use my testing to raise the money I needed to develop it further and live a comfortable life.
“At first it was just making people give me things, groceries and purchasing new computers and then giving me cash. But I always knew I couldn’t do too much of that for too long without it starting to cause problems. So I came up with a new idea, one that allowed me to combine my need to raise funds with some of the naughtier indulgences I’d been taking with the attractive MILF’s I’d been ‘testing’ on most frequently.”
It was at that point that he turned the app off and lowered the phone, tucking it into his pocket.
“You’re feeling deep in your trance?”
Archbaroness, eyes empty as she stared into nothing, nodded slowly. “Yes. Deep. Lost. Nothing but blank and obedient MILF meat.”
“That’s a good girl,” the boy said with a satisfied smile. “Now follow me,” he said, waving for her to come with him as he turned and moved down the hall.
“This room is where we are going to spend most or all of our time together,” he told her as he turned into what was once the brownstone’s largest living room. “It’s where I’ve been ‘testing’ and ‘refining’ my hypno app with all the fuckable hypnotized MILF meat I’ve taken home, and where I’ve been raising all my money.”
He turned, waiting for Archbaroness to shuffle zombie-like into the room. He then stepped to the side and waved at the room, showing that he’d turned the living room into a homemade porn studio. It was filled with furniture all chosen to be optimal for fucking and have easy cleanup afterwards. There were also plenty of sex toys and BDSM gear scattered throughout the room, some neatly organized, others strewn about and looking recently used.
There was also a great number of cameras, some expensive-looking digital ones mounted on tripods, other cheaper-looking web cams attached to furniture, walls, and even a couple on the ceiling. Every angle in the room was covered except the corner that had a desk with a PC attached to double monitors where the boy could control how his “MILF meat play sessions” were streamed or posted online.
The male character’s age has been left vague, only saying he looks young (especially to Archbaroness). Should this be further refined/addressed? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)
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