The Breaking of Lady Luna

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are all of you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

Lady Luna growled in frustration as she revved the engine of her bike to speed faster down the dark, moonlit backroad she was speeding along. One of her furry ears twitched as she bared her fangs, growling louder and revving her bike again to work out some of her frustration.

She’d been searching for leads that would help her find this mysterious big city supervillain but after days she had nothing. She’d started where she normally did: going to shake down the normal scum that always seemed to know what was going on in Drucker County, but that avenue had failed. Not because those cowering criminals and losers had found the bravery to deny her what she wanted, not even because they hadn’t known what she was after.

They were gone.

Each and every one of them, driven off or fled during the last few weeks. From what she could tell every criminal or resident with a record had been driven from Drucker County. She knew that SHOULD please her because it left her and Sheriff Brevell with almost nothing to do. But it WASN’T making her feel better. I was making her anxious.

Why had they all left? Most of their homes showed signs of having been abandoned quickly, with friends and family she interrogated claiming they’d left suddenly with no warning and no way left behind to contact them. There were even some of their homes where signs of physical altercations were present, suggesting some or most hadn’t left fully willingly.

It disturbed her, but even more disturbing was the faint yet potent odor she’d been finding at nearly all the locations she investigated, especially where it looked like there had been a fight. It was a musky male smell that lingered unpleasantly, biting at her heightened senses. She doubted anyone else could smell it, but even being in a room where whatever had caused it made her disoriented. It was disgusting and VERY male in a way she found most unpleasant. Yet as unpleasant as it was there was something oddly enticing about it and that had disturbed her most of all.

Her furry canine ears and big bushy tail made her look like a wolf woman. She’d done her best over the years to keep her appearance as hidden from the public as possible. Partially this was because she didn’t care for that kind of attention, but to a larger degree it was a strategy. A criminal who knew her by reputation would be even more thrown off when she appeared out of the shadows, looking like a wolf that was prepared to pounce and devour them.

Those who walked away from encounters with her still able to speak did so telling stories of a fierce, terrifying heroine who imitated a wolf. Few realized it was more than an act.

In the heat of passion the wolf inside her became more than furry ears and a lashing bushy tail. When her blood was hot the wolf took over. She’d snarl and bare the canine fangs she normally tried to hide. In those moments if she didn’t keep her focus she’d drop to the ground and move on all fours, something she often CHOSE to do to better make her way through underbrush and tight spaces. If she lost full control she might even pop out her claws which was something she’d rarely done. Once extended they were sharp enough to cut through metal and were far too dangerous to be used on the petty backwater thugs she spent most of her time hunting down.

She’d known several other animal girl heroines over the years. She’d got a few to confess they had some of the same struggles she did. When in the throes of passion or filled with fear the animal inside them, which usually only manifested as cute furry ears and a tail, would rise to the surface and change how they acted.

It was something she’d only ever enjoyed happening when she was hunting criminals. It felt good to let the wolf take over during the hunt and even better to let it take over during a fight. But that wasn’t the ONLY time it reared its head. Fear could bring it out, but luckily that had only happened a handful of times during her life.

What happened more often, and that she found most unpleasant, was how the animal tried to take over when she was turned on. The more aroused she got the more she had to struggle to suppress animalistic mannerisms that made her feel silly and ashamed.

And that was why the distasteful, lingering smell she kept finding was leaving her so unsettled. Aside from just how unpleasant the smell was there was part of her that LIKED it. That part of her responded to the awful scent with a slight warm flush in all the wrong places in her body, a flush that led to her tail and ears becoming more active than they normally were. The awful yet unpleasantly enticing smell was trying to wake the animal in her and she did NOT like that.

There had been a specific location she’d investigated that had disturbed her more than the others. The criminal had lived in a trailer park and his run-down home had shown signs of what she’d found in so many other places, signs that the one who’d lived there had left town quickly. There’d been no sign of a struggle in that place, but that awful smell had been worse there, as if whatever left it behind had been there longer than in other places she’d visited.

Her instincts told her the smell was coming from a man, almost certainly this new superpowered man she was trying to track down. He’d been there, she was almost certain of it. She WAS certain she knew where whoever had left the smell behind had sat while there. The disgusting reek of the man seemed to be soaked into the couch where he must have sat for more than a few minutes.

Lady Luna had tried to busy herself searching the trailer for clues. The longer she was there the more she felt compelled to return to that couch. Her ears twitched. Her tail lashed in agitation. She kept feeling the urge to drop to her knees and shove her face into the couch cushion and huff in the lingering, gross scent.

Just do it, she told herself. Get his scent. You’ve done it with men before. You’ve been able to track them down that way and that was with men who you could barely smell. This offensive scent is so strong there’s no way you wouldn’t be able to find the man it belongs to if you get a good, long whiff of it.

But she just couldn’t do it. The reek was too strong, even as a faint lingering odor, and it was too gross. To male. And the way it was making her feel… Flush and awakening physical needs she tried her best to keep sleeping. She’d left, refusing to do what she needed to do to get the man’s scent.

Even though she had no clues beyond that awful lingering smell Lady Luna felt certain it was this superpowered man from the big city that had driven off all the local criminals. But WHY was he chasing away every criminal in the county? What was the point? If he was someone looking to take over as the local crime lord he’d still need other criminals to rule over. Did he intend on bringing in his own men from whatever city he’d come from?

At one point she’d thought that it almost felt like he was trying to make it so she’d have nothing to keep her occupied other than him. But the idea made even less sense than any of the other ones she thought of so she’d quickly pushed it out of her mind.

She’d checked up on every petty crook, backwoods drug dealer, and wannabe hillbilly crime lord she knew of. All of them were gone. The only known criminals left were the local moonshiners. They were the closest thing to a drug cartel or crime family in Drucker County, a loose collection of creepy inbred hillbillies the rest of Drucker County’s criminals stayed far away from.

Their brewing operations were just legal enough that the sheriff didn’t bother hassling them unless they got sloppy and sold a bad batch of hooch that started making people sick. Lady Luna had rarely needed to interact with them, but that hadn’t stopped her from keeping track of where all their quasi-legal distilleries were just in case they ever became something that required her attention.

She was headed to their biggest distillery. It was at one of Drucker County’s most secluded, and creepiest, residences. When it was first built the place had been a small mansion, but now it was so dilapidated with the dense forest around it so overgrown most would think the place was long abandoned.

The last time she visited the residence she’d been able to easily see the place was lived in. Fresh tire tracks and footprints in the dirt. Scents of people, perfumes and body odor. The lingering smell of the brewing of moonshine. Tons of things most would have probably missed but were impossible for her to miss thanks to her heightened senses.

As she brought her bike to a stop and put out the kickstand the signs were there, but most were old. They’ve been gone for weeks, she realized as she hopped off her bike. Yet SOMEONE has been here recently, she thought, one of her ears twitching and her bushy tail swishing in agitation behind her.

Her instinct was to stop and inhale deeply to pick up the scents lingering in the night air, but she fought against the impulse. There was no need, the odor was more of an overpowering reek than the subtle scents she normally had to try to pick up. That reeking stink meant HE had been here, and recently.

For the first time in her life she found herself trying, and failing, to suppress her heightened senses. She KNEW they were something that couldn’t be turned off. Even if she gave in to sexual needs and ended up depowered her heightened senses never went away.

It was something she’d always been thankful for. Her heightened senses felt as much part of her as her body or name. Yet as she stood there, wanting to gag a bit each time she took a breath in, she wished she could turn them off or at least suppress them.

As so struggled to handle the odor it occurred to her that the smell was so overpowering it was functionally dulling her senses. When Lady Luna realized this she bared her fangs and growled in frustration and anger. When I find this stinking villain I’m going to give him an extra brutal beating as payment for this awful reek he’s leaving all over my county.

She decided she needed to check the place out and be gone as quickly as possible to get away from the stink. Even though when she first arrived she’d thought the stronger stench must mean the villain had been here recently she’d decided she was wrong about that. She didn’t see any vehicle, and everywhere else she’d visited the clues suggested he’d visited just before the missing criminals had taken off. If the moonshiners had been gone for a long time then he shouldn’t have been here any time recently.

Then why is his reek so much stronger here? It doesn’t make sense…

Lady Luna stopped, furrowed her brow, then turned around. She’d meant to head to the dilapidated mansion to investigate inside, but without noticing she’d started heading towards the overgrown field beside the run-down barn the distillery was in.

Why did I do that? What’s going on… I feel off my game. I’m not thinking straight… Just stop for a minute, get your head on straight, and take a deep breath.

As soon as she started to take in the breath she stopped, her eyes flying open. That awful smell! It’s stronger this way. I was following it the way I follow a scent I’m trying to track.

She stuck her tongue out and gagged, wanting to pop her claws part way out and scrap the scent from her tongue. It was getting so thick she could TASTE it. Foul, overripe body odor with an awful male musky sweetness to it.

Suddenly she stopped, blinking in confusion then growling in anger. She’d started moving again without noticing. She was in the middle of the overgrown field now, the vile reek even stronger.

This is all wrong, she told herself. This evil smell is doing something to me. Messing with my heightened senses. Messing with my mind!

She closed her eyes, trying to recenter herself. She realized she was breathing so hard she was practically panting. Her cheeks felt flush. Her heart was racing. Her womanhood was… damp. I feel like a wild animal that’s been forced into heat, she thought as she let out an all too animal-like groan of dismay.

I need to get out of here, she decided. Get away from this awful reek, go home and let my mind clear. It feels so foggy… And my body feels wrong. Slow, like the vile reek is muddling my reflexes along with my senses.

As she turned to head back to her bike she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She reacted almost too slowly, barely jumping back out of the way as a muscular, scruffy man dressed in tight pants and a vest with a fur collar sprung at her out of the dark.

How did he sneak up on me? I should have heard him coming. I should have SMELT him coming. No! I DID smell him! This is the stinking supervillain! He’s been here the whole time, watching me, STALKING me like I normally stalk my foes! And his vile stink has made it so my senses are nearly useless.

After the initial attack he’d pulled back slightly, leading to the two of them staring each other down in the middle of the creepy, moonlit field. Both were waiting for the other to act first as they slowly circled each other. He stood tall with a confident grin on his face, a grin that said he was used to being the hunter.

Lady Luna crouched slightly, struggling not to sink into a deeply feral, beastly rage. The man’s stench was overpowering, causing her senses to go haywire. She was trying not to breathe through her nose, but breathing through her mouth was somehow worse. The stink was so thick she felt it coating her tongue. When she swallowed she TASTED the vile man almost as clearly as if she’d just licked the man’s sweaty exposed chest.

The reeking odor wafting off him was the worst thing she’d ever smelt, yet it was just as disturbingly enticing. A heady male musk that made her feel things she NEVER liked to feel, especially for a man.

And it’s bringing the wolf out in me, she thought in confused dismay. I’m baring my fangs and growling at him. I can barely keep myself from popping my claws and pouncing at him. But I HAVE to get myself under control. I can’t act recklessly. This man is more than I thought, I can see that now. This might be the first real challenge I’ve ever faced.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice far angrier than she’d intended it to sound. “Why are you here? What do you want?” she asked, punctuating the questions with a semi-feral growl. Her ears twitched in response to the fear she heard in her voice.

As they continued to circle each other he grinned and told her, “Why, I’m here for YOU, Lady Luna. Can you guess why?” When he asked this his eyes ran up and down her body, lingering on her large breasts. “Take a guess,” he taunted her when his eyes returned to meet hers. “I hear you’re undefeated, that no criminal or supervillain has ever gotten a chance to take what I’m here to take.”

Lady Luna was afraid, afraid in a way she’d never been afraid before. The man’s reeking odor was messing with her body and mind. He’d made it clear what he intended to do to her, and for the first time in her long career she feared he might have a chance at taking it. She KNEW losing control was bad, that this was going to be a tough fight and she needed a cool, clear head. That charging in was wrong, she needed to wait for him to make the first move.

Lady Luna knew what she SHOULD do but found she couldn’t. Instead, she let out the most bestial, wild snarl she’d ever let out. “And that’s not about to change,” she snapped. Before she knew what was happening she’d popped her claws and launched herself at the villain.

She’d lost control, she knew that. She feared she’d need every little advantage she could get in this fight. No, not feared that, KNEW that. The way the man moved… the confidence on his face. HE thought he could take her with his bare hands and maybe he was right. Going semi-feral wouldn’t help her, yet it was too late for that.

For the first few minutes of the intense, brutal battle she thought she had a chance to win. He was nearly as fast as her, probably far stronger, and at least as skilled as her in hand-to-hand combat. Yet all he had were his limbs and she had her claws, claws he seemed afraid of. She was able to use her loss of control to gain an advantage that she then pressed.

Hope swelled in her chest. She could do this, she could beat this man even though she saw now how stupid she’d been to assume he’d be easily defeated. He was no loser from the big city, that was clear now. He was one of THOSE villains, the ones that used their immense powers to hunt down, defeat, and have their way with superheroines. He was used to taking on women like her, but that wouldn’t be enough. She wasn’t the pathetic prey all those big city heroines were, she was certain of that.

Her certainty only lasted for a short time. Then that hope and certainty died as she realized what was happening. He’s holding back. Toying with me! The longer the fight goes on the less he’s holding back, the better he’s getting. Faster. Stronger. No… No, that’s not it. He’s not getting faster, I’m getting slower! It’s that vile reek coming off him like a cartoon stink cloud! It’s slowing my reflexes, making me feel weaker… I have to get away, get away from him and his foul stench!

Her move to escape the fight went disastrously wrong. With her senses muddled and her reflexes slowed what she’d thought would be a skilled turn and leap to get enough space between her and him to allow her to flee from the combat turned into an instant disaster.

The supervillain was able to get a hold of her from behind, hooking one powerfully muscled arm around her neck while he used the other to grab the back of her head and lock the other arm in place. A heartbeat later he had her locked in a choke hold.

Lady Luna jabbed her elbow into the man’s gut as she thrashed and kicked. It was like elbowing an iron wall, she’d never struck a man who was so fucking strong and tough. The blow, one that would have sent a normal man to the hospital with internal injuries, did nothing to the villain. His only response was to chuckle in amusement and tighten his hold on her neck.

Her tail lashed wildly as she gasped for air, finding his arm was clenched so tight around her neck she couldn’t breathe. Her arms flew about wildly while her body thrashed as she tried desperately to break free. It was useless, she’d never faced a man so much stronger than her!

By the time she grabbed hold of his bulging arms and tried to dig her claws into his bare skin she was starting to see stars at the edge of her vision. She clawed at him for a few moments, not even sure if her claws were drawing blood, before the lack of air caused her arms to give out.

Her arms fell to her sides as the rest of her body went limp. She made desperate, pathetic gasping, rasping sounds as she tried and failed to get a little air in her lungs. As her vision started to fade her body convulsed. For a few brief moments that seemed to drag on for hours Lady Luna feared this was the end, that the villain intended to suffocate her to death. If that’s what he intended to do she’d have no chance of escape, that was clear. She was already barely clinging to consciousness.

In those few terrible moments that felt like they lasted for hours her only hope was that he only intended to knock her out. But even that brought her little relief. What would the villain do to her unconscious body? He’d already made clear what he wanted from her, would a monster like this wait to take his “prize” simply because she wasn’t conscious?

Then he eased up just enough to let her take in just enough air to keep her from passing out. He kept his arm tight around her neck, keeping her airway constricted enough to keep her helpless and just on the edge of consciousness.

“Such a long career,” he whispered in one of her furry wolf ears as he lowered her to her knees. “Undefeated all that time, but that’s not something you can say anymore, is it?”

Before Lady Luna could try to answer the villain tightened his arm around her neck again, crushing her so tightly she felt like her head might pop off. She gasped in a rasping nothing as she failed to get any fresh air, shuddering then convulsing as she started to fade again. Just as her eyes flickered and rolled up into her head he loosened his grip, not just letting her breathe but releasing her completely.

Lady Luna fell forward onto her hands and knees, gasping in huge heaves of much-needed air. After each desperate gasp she was left wanting to retch. The reeking stench coming from the man had grown thicker during their fight to the point it now felt like it was still trying to suffocate her even as she took in lungful after lungful of stinking, sweetly sick air.

“Almost too easy,” the villain said with a cruel laugh as he walked around her. “I honestly expected you to put up a much longer fight. But I suppose we can’t have everything we want. This just means I’ll have to take more time with everything else I want to do to you.”

Lady Luna could barely process what the man was saying. She was on the ground like an animal, switching between taking deep breaths to keep chasing off the haze of nearly having been choked out, and fighting the urge to retch from the villain’s overwhelming reek.

She didn’t understand how anyone else could endure this stench! How could the man function smelling like this? Was it maybe not so bad for others? Maybe it was worse for her because of her heightened senses. Maybe if not for them it wouldn’t have been hitting her so hard, doing all these terrible things to her. Maybe his stench didn’t do ANYTHING to other people!

“Let’s get a better look at your face,” the villain told her as he grabbed her hood and ripped it back. A moment later he had a firm grip on a handful of hair and was jerking Lady Luna up to her knees. After ripping her mask off and tossing it onto the ground he smirked. “Plenty pretty,” he told her as he leered evilly down at her. “But I’ll be honest, I only care how pretty your face is because the prettier it is the greater joy I’ll take in soiling it.”

He was standing in front of her, holding her head nearly level with his crotch. The stench was so bad there that her eyes were watering. The intensity so close to the bulge in his pants left her wondering if it wasn’t HIM that reeked so strong, but rather his dick.

She couldn’t keep her eyes off it. He had on some kind of sweatpants or leggings. The fabric was thin and tight, she could tell that. There was no denying the terrible stinking thing in his pants was big even for a man with powers.

Everything was so muddled… Her vision swam and the tears running down her eyes made seeing worse. Was that just from the stank coming from his crotch or was she crying? She couldn’t even tell. She’d been defeated. That had never happened. She’d been unprepared for what it would feel like, how deeply it would shake her to the core. She’d locked up, gone blank, and wouldn’t have been able to act even if she wasn’t still recovering from what he’d done to her.

“Are you listening?” the man snapped, yanking hard on her hair and making Lady Luna yelp in pain. “You know what? Fuck it, I don’t even care,” he growled. “I hadn’t been sure how we’d start this, but now with you on your knees and your face right in front of my crotch I know EXACTLY how we’re going to start.”

At one point she’d feared he would suffocate her. Then she’d been afraid he was going to knock her out and do who knows what to her helpless body. She’d thought nothing could have been worse than that. Then, as she’d knelt there and processed how quick, brutal, and easy her defeat had been she’d thought nothing could have been worse than THAT feeling. That terrible feeling of helpless, hopeless failure she’d never felt before. She’d thought NOTHING could be worse.

When he grabbed a tight hold of her head and forcefully pulled her face into his crotch she realized she’d been wrong, it could be worse. The stench of his dick pressed into her nose, only a thin layer of cloth separating it, was worse.

She choked and gagged. She struggled to pull away but he easily held her in place with one hand. The longer he held her there the worse it got and the less able to fight to break free she got. The scent was just so awful and overpowering, made immeasurably worse by her heightened senses. She HAD to be smelling and tasting it in ways no one else did. It HAD to be doing things to her body and mind it didn’t do to others.

Later she’d look back at that terrible moment and realize how important it was. It wasn’t just her first defeat, it was the moment when her old life had ended and the new nightmare life she’d live from that moment on began. She’d remember how one of the only clear thoughts that had been able to run through her muddled mind was, “It can’t get worse than this.”

But it could. He made sure of that. No matter how bad it got, he’d make sure it could ALWAYS get worse.

“You’re a wild wolf,” he told Lady Luna. “A vicious little female beast in need of breaking. Not taming, BREAKING,” he told her as he ground her face into his crotch. “Breathe in, little wolf. Inhale my cock stank. REALLY take it in. Savor the scent. The taste. Wallow in it.”

Lady Luna choked and gagged, trying to twist and slip away. At first she couldn’t because he was too strong and she was too weak. Then he told her to inhale the stank. To take it in. To savor the scent. To TASTE it. To Wallow in it.

Even though it was the last thing in the world she wanted Lady Luna started doing what he told her. She didn’t know why she did it. She didn’t WANT to do it. She HATED that she was doing it. It disgusted her, made her wretch and want to vomit. Made her hate HERSELF for doing it. Yet she did it. Some awful power she didn’t understand was compelling her to do it. She couldn’t stop herself no matter how hard she tried.

Lady Luna inhaled the disgusting, overpowering, sweetly sick musk of the villain’s cock stink. She breathed in deep and long as she rubbed her face in it, the spongy bulge of his oversized member starting to swell from the feel of her face being rubbed against it. As it swelled, the misshapen bulge shifting to take on a roughly phallic bulge, the smell grew even stronger as though his arousal was kicking the cock stank into overdrive.

She found herself taking in the ripe, rank, reeking stink in all its awful glory. Constantly shifting between retching and dry heaving in disgust to breathing in deep to take in as much of the cock stank as she could.

The defeated heroine found herself beginning to savor the awful scent. Each time she took in an unwilling breath she shuddered in dismay at how deeply arousing the vile stench was. Her nipples were painfully hard and each time she breathed in to savor the scent her cunt gushed. She was so wet by that point she felt she’d pissed herself, a feeling that only added to her humiliation. How could something so disgusting, so male and vile, turn her on so much?

He started to rock his hips, rubbing the swelling member against her face. Then he moved his hips from side to side, rubbing the hardening cock against her face. The harder it got the stronger the smell got, and the stronger the stench got the more she could TASTE it in the air as he ground his dick into her face.

Things escalated the first time he rubbed his crotch on her face in a way that let her feel the damp patch on his pants where his cockhead was. By then he was rock hard, his throbbing member barely contained by the thin, tight pants he wore. Humiliating her by rubbing her face in his crotch had him so turned on that there was a steady stream of precum leaking from his cockhead, creating a growing cold damp patch.

She HAD to taste it. She didn’t know why, she didn’t want to, but she HAD to. Lady Luna opened her mouth slightly, letting out an even more pathetic whimper than the pathetic whimpers she’d been mewling out for the last several minutes. She stopped passively letting him rub her face in his crotch. She opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out, and licked the wet patch. The cloth was rough and unpleasant on her tongue, but just the hint of his precum was like pure ambrosia yet so bitter and nasty to her heightened senses that she suffered through a fresh retching fit.

Even through it she licked at the wet patch. But that wasn’t enough. She had to taste it, taste his bitter nasty precum and taste his foul-smelling, reeking cock as well. She opened her mouth wider and pressed her face into the hard bulge so she could start sucking on it, hating herself and disgusted as she tried desperately to suck each drop of precum out of the soaked fabric of his pants.

For a long time he held her there as she wallowed in it. She huffed and gagged. She inhaled and retched. She locked her lips around the shape of his cock and sucked on him through his pants, no longer able to tell how much of the wetness was from his precum and how much was from the gross thick stream of saliva leaking from her mouth.

Afterward she wasn’t sure if she’d knelt there wallowing in his cock and its vile stench for minutes or hours. It was terrible, and the worst part was how eventually he didn’t need to hold her head in place. Hate it, disgusted by it, wanting to retch at the cock stank, it didn’t matter, at one point she needed more than she needed to get away.

Maybe it had only been minutes, but if he hadn’t put an end to things it WOULD have lasted hours. Once the addictive madness had hold of her it didn’t matter how unpleasant the reeking cock stink was, she couldn’t pull away from it, not of her own volition.

It only ended because the nameless villain grabbed each of her furry wolf ears and yanked her into the air. She howled in pain, feeling like the weight of her body was too much and her ears would rip off. Before she could find out if that’s what would have happened the villain tossed her away, sending her landing on her ass several feet away.

Lady Luna collapsed, curling into a ball and beginning to sob. It had all been too much to handle. Too much for her mind or body to process. And what were her hands doing? Was one groping shakily at one of her breasts? Was the other jammed between her thighs as she lay there in a ball, rubbing at the soaked-through crotch of her costume?

The villain gave her a light kick, using his foot to roll her over onto her back then kicking her hands away from what they were doing. “Look at me,” he said, voice firm and deep as he put his foot on her upper chest to hold her down.

Lady Luna’s eyes flew open as her mind was forcefully cleared enough for her to focus on his words.

“This is just a taste. A preamble. I’ve so much planned for you,” he told her, the lecherous, evil grin he was aiming at her making the defeated heroine whimper like an abused puppy. “I’m going to take my time with you. Break you down slowly. Let you have some hope then crush it. Over. And over. And over again. I’m going to break you down till there’s nothing left.”

He paused, letting that sink in, then went on. “There’s no running, I’d find you. There is no one who can save you. But I want this to be free of distractions. I don’t want to have to chase you halfway across the country if you end up more cowardly than I think you are. So hear me now, Lady Luna, this is a command: under no circumstance are you to leave Drucker County. Understand?”

Lady Luna whimpered. Something strange happened in her mind, an unpleasant heat in the back of her brain that left her lip quivering. Whatever it was left her feeling as powerless as she’d felt in those few moments she’d thought he meant to suffocate her.

“I understand,” she said, voice shaking.

“Say it. Prove you understand.”

“Under no circumstance will I leave Drucker County,” she told him, the words coming out so fast it didn’t feel like it had been her saying them. They felt like prison bars being slammed down around her. She didn’t know how or why, but now that she’d said the words she felt like leaving the county would be impossible unless he told her otherwise.

“And you won’t try to get help,” he told her in the same firm, commanding tone. “You won’t ask anyone for help, won’t reach out to other heroines or federal law enforcement agents who specialize in supervillains. Say it, NOW!”

“I won’t try to get help,” Lady Luna yelped out as though the man had just slapped her. “I won’t ask anyone for help, and I won’t reach out to other heroines or federal law enforcement agents who specialize in supervillains!”

“Good girl,” he told her as he took his foot off her chest. “We’re done for now,” he added as he started to turn away. “Don’t follow me. Other than that I don’t give a damn what you do now until I decide to come for you next.” He then strode away into the night, letting out an evil cackle that would haunt Lady Luna’s dreams forever.

She rolled over onto her side, curled up into as small a ball as she could, and sobbed. She lay huddled there in that awful field sobbing for a good long time, shuddering and wallowing in the overpowering, lingering stench of the villain.

No, she thought in dismay. Not HIM, it’s his DICK. His evil, vile, reeking dick. And the awful stench is soaked into my face! She sobbed harder, knowing she’d be inhaling the awful reeking stench till she could shower and scrub herself clean of the stink. I’ll have to scrub my entire body clean, not just my face. I’ve never felt so soiled… So low…

She sobbed even harder, knowing it would be a long time before she could find the strength to get up. To go home. To shower away the reek he’d left on her. And then? Well, he’d told her. This was just the beginning.

* * *

Betty gritted her teeth as she stared at the “triumphant hunter” back from his “big game hunt.” Her fists were clenched so tight she worried her nails were digging into her palms hard enough to draw blood. The pain centered her, helping her deal with how powerless she was. Helped her deal with the awful stink coming at her in waves from the monster she served. The pain helped her think about how thankful she was to standing halfway across the club instead of lying where poor Sugar was.

“Like that,” the man moaned contentedly. He was sprawled out on the VIP bench, lounging on it like he was a monarch on his royal divan. Sugar was lying beside him, her head in his lap so she could suck him off. His dick had been in poor Sugar’s mouth nearly every minute since the bastard had returned from his “hunt”.

He’d been gone long enough that Betty had started to hope that the superheroine Lady Luna had found a way to defeat the villain. She’d started to wonder what would happen then. How long would the lingering stink of the supervillain hold its thrall over her and the others? It was soaked into the fucking walls of the Beaver Den. She had the horrible sense that none of them would be able to leave till that gross lingering odor went away, something she feared might never happen.

But if Lady Luna had defeated him… Maybe with her help they could be torn away from the command not to leave the strip club. As she imagined the superheroine saving them all there had been a short time when Betty would have been willing to forgive the woman. It was her fault he’d come to Drucker County, he’d made that clear. But if she saved them? Then MAYBE she could forgive her for all they’d had to endure.

It didn’t take long after he returned for Betty to decide she’d never be able to forgive the piece of shit “heroine” even if she DID one day defeat the monster and save them. NOTHING could make up for what they were all being made to endure. Besides, she was certain there would never be an escape. No one was coming who could save them. She’d accepted that and now she just wanted to see Lady Luna suffer the way they were suffering.

No, she thought, clenching her fists tighter, I want to see her suffer WORSE. Suffer worse than we have, especially worse than poor Sugar has.

 He’d returned half-mad, nearly kicking down the door into the Beaver then grabbing poor Sugar practically before the addle-minded stripper knew he was there. He’d forced the scrawny blond to her knees and rammed his cock in her mouth before she had a chance to object.

The rest of them had pulled away as far as they dared. He seemed to be enraged, leaving them all afraid his hunt had gone badly and they were going to be made to suffer because of that. Had Lady Luna defeated him somehow? No… That couldn’t be it, he wouldn’t be back if that was the case. Maybe they’d fought and she hadn’t defeated him but it had come to a draw. Maybe he was enraged because she’d gotten away? There was no way to tell, all they knew was that he seemed angry and intent on taking out his frustration by savaging poor Sugar’s face and throat.

It didn’t take long for things to start to make sense. They’d all suffered through remaining in his pheromone-soaked stink for long enough to start to notice the monster pumped out more pheromones as he neared climax. All of them could feel when he was getting close, feel it and fear what the extra burst of pheromones he’d kick out when he got off did to them.

They’d never seen him rocket so quickly to climax. He wasn’t angry, Betty thought as she remembered his return. He was sexually frustrated and in need of release to a degree no normal man could be. He came fast and hard, the pheromone burst hitting them all hard enough to bring them to their knees.

By the time Betty had recovered enough to stand back up he’d gone to the VIP corner where he was lounging on his “throne”. He’d dragged Sugar along after him and yanked her into his lap, getting his vile member back in her mouth as soon as humanly possible.

Looking around Betty had seen how the others were all dazed by the forced orgasms. But what they’d gone through was nothing compared to what poor Sugar had suffered when he’d cum down her throat. Betty had seen that cumming in a woman affect them badly and that the more he came in a woman the worst she got. But this? This was something new. Something worse.

Poor Sugar looked like someone had lobotomized her. Her eyes were crossed and she looked barely conscious as the man held her head and pumped it lazily up and down his shaft. She was awake, but it was like her mind had been flicked off and she needed his hands to remind her how to suck cock.

Once he’d gotten her going he’d been able to let go of her, like she’d been a lawnmower that had needed to a harsh yank to get started. Once her “engine” was started she seemed able to continue on instinct, sloppily and loudly sucking him off to completion.

That had led to another pheromone burst that caused them all to suffer through more traumatic forced orgasms. After recovering Betty saw that poor Sugar had gone through something worse. What little light had been left in her crossed eyes was gone. Like the last load of his cum had melted her mind and there was nothing left but moaning, drooling animal instinct.

It had only gotten worse since then. He’d been lounging there for at least an hour if not more, contentedly letting poor Sugar work his cock with her mouth while he happily rambled.

Betty wanted to look away from Sugar but she couldn’t. The disgusting, reeking smell of the man was too overpowering, too enthralling, and too centered on his dick. She had a clear sense that the longer they spent soaking in his pheromones the more addicted to them they became. With him in the room with them it was near impossible NOT to look at him unless he told them to look away, and when you looked at him your eyes were further pulled towards his dick if it was exposed.

It was like his stink was rewriting their inner wiring. The more time they spent around him inhaling his pheromones the more they needed more of them. Along with the addiction came an understanding on an instinctual level that his pheromones emanated most strongly from his dick. You HAD to look at him and once you were looking at him your eyes would be drawn to his dick. It was a draw that was stronger if he was hard and even stronger if he was receiving sexual pleasure.

Betty didn’t want to look at his dick. She didn’t want to feel the terrible things looking at it made her feel, didn’t want the DESIRES it made her feel.

So instead of looking at his evil dick she looked at Sugar, watched her sloppily and noisily sucking and slurping on his cock. She watched poor Sugar’s head bobbing up and down. Watched her lightless, crossed eyes. Watched the strings of saliva leak from her mouth and drip off his shaft. Watched the terrible sight of her reaching down to touch herself, her hand moving as though she’d forgotten how to control it but unable to keep from playing with herself as she sucked off the monster. Even from where she stood she could see that Sugar was so turned on and wet it looked like she’d wet herself.

It was terrible watching poor Sugar, but it was better than the things staring directly at his dick made her think, feel, and want. So she stared. She stared at poor Sugar, waiting for him to build to another climax and wondering what pumping another load of pheromone-soaked cum into her gullet would do to her. She already looked like her brain had been melted to goop and there was nothing left of her.

She’s looked a bit like that before, Betty thought, but it’s never been this bad. In the past, when he was gone or using one of the other girls, she got better. No… No, she MOSTLY got better. But he’s never used her for so long and cum in her so many times. What will happen after THIS? Will her mind EVER recover?

With the likely answers being far too dark for her to want to think about Betty turned her attention away from the sea of despair she was sinking into and tried to shift her focus to the evil man’s horrible ramblings. Perhaps she’d be able to listen longer this time before she lost what little hope she had and turned her attention back to poor Sugar.

He’d begun monologuing not long after he’d made himself comfortable on the VIP bench. Betty was left with the impression that he’d been too worked-up and mad with sexual frustrations and lust to speak until he’d gotten off. It was an impression he basically confirmed once he got started rambling.

“My libido is impossible to ignore, but I can control it for a time,” he’d explained in a tone that made it clear he was talking for his own benefit and didn’t really care if any of them were listening. “I want to take things slow with my prey, with that sexy wolf mutt. Break her little by little. Tame her. Let her ‘escape’ and run wild then capture her, break her, and tame her again. Make a game of hunting her and toying with her.

“Today was the perfect start. She even put up more of a fight than I expected! She hunted down my trail like I expected, although it took longer than I thought it would. She’s SMARTER than I gave her credit for. I think the wily little wolf bitch didn’t fully take up the scent trail I left her. I don’t think she realized how smart she was being, she just has good instincts. Part of her must have known what inhaling my pheromones too deeply would have done to her.

“So she shows up where I laid my little trap far later than I expected. It was a surprise, a pleasant one. Not so pleasant was the surprise I got during our fight. See, I was expecting her to be a big fish in a little pond, to have an inflated sense of her skills because she’s lived her life out here in bum-fuck nowhere. And maybe SHE does, but she’s more naturally skilled than I expected. Faster. Stronger. More wild. And those claws! I think the little bitch actually drew blood from me.”

He’d paused then, his excited gloating tone growing dark. “The little wolf cunt had me worried for a few moments. She might have taken me down if she hadn’t spent half the night in places where my pheromones were soaked into the walls. They were already affecting her, throwing her off her game, bringing out the animal in her and making it so she couldn’t think clearly. Oh, sure, it turned her into a viscous, dangerous animal, but my pheromones made it so it was an addled animal too.

“My pheromones made sure she was thinking a bit too slow, slowing her reflexes, addling her mind. If not for that…” He trailed off, glowering. “But I won,” he said, voice still dark. “And I don’t think the wolf-cunt knew how close to winning she got.”

He’d grabbed Sugar’s head then so he could violently pump it up and down his shaft. He used her mouth and throat to work out the frustration and fear he was feeling, treating the poor stripper like nothing more than a masturbation aid and showing no sign he cared whether she could breathe or not.

After he came, and after Betty and the others had recovered from the forced orgasms that had caused, he was calm again. “Yes,” he told them, the normal gloating tone back in his voice, “making myself wait and NOT fucking her was hard. You saw how I could barely control myself when I got back. But I CAN take things slow with her because I know I have you all to empty my balls into whenever I need to. My lovely collection of wet holes that exists just to make my life easier.

“A bartender to bring me drinks and food. A bouncer to keep out the riffraff and ensure I don’t have to put any thought into anything other than my pleasure. And three living sex dolls who are little more than breathing masturbation devices, here to keep my balls drained and give me a place to keep my excess cum.”

He stopped his misogynistic rant for a moment, leaning his head back and lazily grabbing Sugar’s head to pump her head up and down his shaft in a slightly different manner. After moaning in pleasure for a few minutes he let out a deep, long, content sight. He hadn’t cum, but he’d indulged in whatever sexual whim had momentarily made him pause his indulgent ranting. But even though he’d sated the whim he kept using Sugar’s mouth even as he went back to speaking.

“Once I’ve worked out my need, emptied my balls a few times and cleared my mind, I can turn my attention where it belongs: to Lady Luna.”

The villain lifted his head, looking at Betty and chuckling when he saw the open hatred in her eyes. “You normal women, you’re just things now. Barely worth noticing except for when I have a use for you. I think you’re all starting to truly understand that. I know Sugar here is, or whatever is left of her,” he said with a cruel laugh as he patted her head, pulling it in and making her gag then choke on his cock.

Betty flinched when she noticed Sugar wasn’t struggling to get his cock out of her throat like she normally did. He was always easily able to hold her in place and even seemed to enjoy the panicked thrashing against him as she tried to get her throat clear to breathe. But there was none of that now.

It was like Sugar had spent so much time with his cock in her mouth and down her throat that she no longer recognized it as something that didn’t belong there. Either she was no longer able to care it was preventing her from breathing or she’d figured out a way to get in enough air when it was down her throat to allow it to remain there as long as he wanted to keep it there.

“See, only superpowered women are truly worthy of my time. You normal women, at your best you’re just wet holes that exist for me to empty my balls into. Those that aren’t even worth that are barely worth noticing,” he said, breaking eye contact with Betty as if to say he meant her. “Superpowered women are just wet holes too, but THEY deserve proper attention ALMOST like they’re people. They aren’t, they’re just women after all, but they’re the BEST women so they deserve special attention. They deserve to be TORMENTED and not just be used as a place to put your cum.”

He looked down at Sugar, taking a moment to appreciate the sight and sound of her sloppily sucking and slurping on his cock. He stroked her head as though he had forgotten she was there but was happy to remember her presence. “Although taking a few moments now and then to torment you cock-sockets isn’t a hardship,” he proclaimed as he continued to stroke Sugar’s head as though she was a beloved dog.

“You need some tormenting I think,” he told Sugar as he adjusted to sit up straight. As he did he grabbed Sugar by the hair and jerked her off the bench, pulling her unceremoniously to the floor. She landed with a clumsy thud, looking as though she was so stupefied by his pheromones that she wasn’t capable of trying to break her fall.

“On your knees, cock-socket,” he barked, yanking her hair and making her yelp out in pain. Once she was on her knees he yanked her hair again, pulling her face into his crotch. He grabbed her head with both hands and started moving her face from side to side, rubbing it into the underside of his cock. As her face was rubbed from side to side the slimy mess of saliva and cum that was covering his member was smeared over Sugar’s face, making a bigger mess than was already there.

“Truth is I’ve never spent this much time with any one woman,” the villain said as he continued to rub Sugar’s face into the underside of his cock, shifting occasionally to rub her nose into his balls. “Too many heroines coming at me, always letting them go or selling them off then moving on to the next one. And with so many superheroines in the big city I barely ever needed a regular woman, and when I did it was never for more than a day or two.

“What I’m trying to say is I’ve never taken the time to see just what my pheromones do to someone after they’ve been exposed to them for a prolonged period of time. Since coming here and claiming you all as my property I’ve grown more curious about it. I’m especially interested in learning what ingesting so much of my cum is going to do to a woman. No one’s ever guzzled down as much as this one has.”

Betty couldn’t tell who he was talking to. To Sugar? No… That didn’t make sense. Was he talking to her, then? Betty sometimes thought that was why he made her stand where she most often stood, near enough to the front door to keep people out if they showed up but turned so she had to witness what he was doing to the others.

And listen to his terrible misogynistic rants, she thought. Most of the time it feels like he’s talking to ME, yet even when I get that feeling it also seems like he’s just talking to hear his own voice. Maybe he has to have someone to listen to him, maybe he needs to feel heard even though he doesn’t really care if I’m listening or not.

“Can’t remember if I’ve told you all how hyper-concentrated my pheromones are in my cum,” the villain went on. “Although I suppose one of you must be smart enough to have noticed Sugar’s mental state deteriorating over the last few days. Not sure what it is about this scrawny near-worthless piece of trailer trash, but I’ve enjoyed pumping most of my loads into her. Maybe it’s less about liking her holes more than any of the other sets I’ve claimed, and just about wanting to see what happens to her.”

He pulled her face off his cock, holding her head up to allow her to breathe freely as he stroked her mess-smeared face with the back of a hand. “No woman’s really a person, but Sugar here is less than a woman at this point. Less than a thing, too. Her brain’s so melted she’s more like a dog. That right, Sugar? That what’s happening to you? Are you turning into my cock-hungry little fuck pup?”

From where Betty was standing she could see that although Sugar’s eyes were pointed towards the villain’s face it didn’t look like she was actually looking at him. Her eyes were too crossed with no focus or intelligence in them. Her mouth was open, her tongue lolling out as a thick stream of drool streamed from her mouth onto her chest. She was panting like a dog, something Betty might not have noticed if not for the way he was talking about her.

“If I sent you home to whatever trailer park you crawled out of would your mind go back to normal? If so how long would it take? Or would you stay like this forever?” He stroked her face as he talked, staring into her dead eyes. “Maybe an experiment to try down the road, but for now I’m enjoying turning you into my cock-hungry, brain-dead fuck pup. It’s good practice since it’s what I plan on eventually doing to Lady Luna.”

Good, Betty thought as all the fear and anger she felt was redirected at the heroine who had failed to save them. It’s what the fucking wolf-cunt deserves. Even if she somehow saves us all, even if poor Sugar’s mind can recover from this, I hope it happens to Lady Luna and that she NEVER recovers from it.

Thinking about Lady Luna and what he planned on doing to her got the man worked up. All of a sudden he had his cock back in Sugar’s mouth and was holding her in place as he fucked her face with savage abandon.

Betty groaned, taking a few steps away from what was happening at the back of the strip club. She could feel the monster building towards climax. He’d get off soon, and when he did…

A few moments after he grunted in orgasmic release the wave sent out by his pheromone burst hit Betty. She moaned out a mix of pain and pleasure, trying to fight off the forced climax but quickly losing the battle. She staggered, crashing into a nearby table and leaning on it for support as she suffered through the unwanted, unpleasant pleasure of the forced orgasm.

Sometimes it hit so hard that she nearly blacked out. Not this time, it was just hard enough to be unpleasant but light enough to allow her to keep her focus on him. That was worse than nearly blacking out. The compulsion to focus on his dick was always strongest then. She always found watching him cum in Sugar’s mouth a very unpleasant thing, especially because after being made to stare at his spasming cock while he got off so many times Betty could feel her body starting to associate dick with orgasms and THAT felt like a violation greater than any she’d yet suffered through.

He isn’t even doing it on purpose, she thought angrily. He seems to have almost respected my sexual preference for women, although it might just be that he doesn’t find me attractive enough to want to use me that way. Still… it might make it easier to endure if he was doing this to me on purpose. But making a lesbian associate powerful feelings of sexual pleasure with his reeking cock seems to be unnoticed collateral cruelty.

As she suffered through the forced orgasm she watched the man’s dick. While his shaft spasmed, shooting another unnaturally large and thick load into poor Sugar, he groaned in delight, flopping back to lay on the bench like it was a bed. This caused his cock to pop out of Sugar’s face while he was still cumming. His cock spasmed and flexed, multiple thick jets of semen shooting out. Some landed on Sugar’s face, adding to the wet mess already there, but most of it landed on him.

It’s disgusting how much there is, Betty thought as she came down from her climax. And it reeks of his pheromone stink. Every time his nasty semen doesn’t go into one of the strippers I can smell it. It’s like his nasty reeking stench, only worse. I can fucking smell it from halfway across the club, only it is soaked through with the nasty reek of semen as well.

At least I won’t have to suffer through the extra nasty smell of his cum for long, Betty thought, guilty she was eager for what she knew would happen next. It would be Sugar who would suffer most, but maybe she shouldn’t feel so bad about that anymore. Maybe poor Sugar was so far gone at this point Betty didn’t need to feel guilty about what was happening to her.

The villain let out a happy sigh of contentment, seemingly unphased by the mess that he’d sprayed all over his bare chest and abs. The only time she seemed to care was if he accidentally came on his clothes, and since he always kept his fur-collared vest open and his pants off in the club that rarely happened.

He made himself comfortable, one leg hanging off the plush bench. “Come, Sugar,” he commanded like he was talking to a trained dog. “Come lick me clean.”

Betty watched as Sugar, still cross-eyed and panting, crawled onto him as though she’d forgotten how to stand like a person. She sloppily dragged her tongue up his body, lapping up his cum like a dog greedily licking up spilled food before its owner noticed.

She’s not really ‘licking him clean’, Betty thought, deeply disturbed by what she was seeing. Her face and chest are such a mess of saliva and dribbled semen she’s smeared more of a mess onto him than she’s cleaned up. But he seems to enjoy wallowing in filth like this.

“Alright, cock holster,” he told Sugar, patting her head like a dog he was proud of, “you’ve done a good job. I’m starting to feel a bit drowsy and think I want to dose off for a while, maybe even sleep the rest of the night. That means my cock needs a cock warmer for the night.” He shifted how he was laying, opening his legs more and moving his hips so his hard member stuck up. “Cock in its holster,” he said, once more sounding like he was giving a command to a dog.

Sugar panted happily then inhaled his cock. A moment later she was laying on the plush bench, head resting on him with his cock in her mouth. Her eyes further crossed while half rolled up into her head as though the reeking stink of his cock was suddenly more than she could handle. She moaned and drooled, lazily bobbing her head up and down his shaft to slowly take it deeper and deeper. Once she had him balls-deep in her she stopped, looking like she might fall asleep with it in her mouth.

“Good girl,” the villain sighed happily. “I expect you to keep it in your mouth all night. If I wake needing to drain my balls I want you there, my cock in its holster. You’ll learn to breathe through your nose as you sleep, and you’ll learn to suck me off in your sleep.”

Betty shivered in horror. This was a new perversion, a new torment, a new dehumanizing degradation. At least it’s not happening to me, she thought. Then, guilty about the thought and wanting to turn that guilt into anger pointed outward, she thought about Lady Luna. Before long I hope it’s that wolf cunt that’s laying there, his cock in her mouth all night as he sleeps. I hope I get to find out what soaking in his pheromones and gulping down gallons of his pheromone-soaked cum does to HER mind.

She knew it was a dark thought, but for now it would be one that would help her hold on to her sanity. Let it happen to her soon, she thought. Let her suffering begin soon and never end.

It didn’t occur to Betty that Lady Luna’s suffering had ALREADY begun. From his ramblings she knew he’d fought her, rubbed her face in his crotch, and then let her go. She thought that would have little effect on the superheroine once he’d left her behind. She had no idea Lady Luna’s heightened senses made it so that the single encounter had hit her harder and in different ways than days with him had done to them. And the way she was suffering at that very moment would have a HUGE impact on the superheroine’s next run-in with the villain.

* * *

After the encounter with the supervillain Lady Luna had struggled to drive her motorcycle safely home. No one had ever so thoroughly defeated and shamed her, no one had even come close. She was shaken to her core. And worse, she was so horny she could barely think straight. The entire dangerous ride home her whole body quivered with needs she desperately tried to ignore.

And then there was the stink. The reeking, awful, nasty, horrible yet arousing stink that had surrounded the supervillain followed her as though during their encounter it had soaked into her clothes. It clung to her heightened senses the entire journey home, even as she drove recklessly fast in hopes some of the night breeze would blow out some of the cloying stink.

By the time she peeled into her driveway and hopped off her bike she felt she understood just how powerful the evil villain’s disgusting reeking smell was. The dangerous speeds she’d driven at had done little to air out her costume. Every moment she kept it on was a moment too long, a moment when the disgusting powerful stank of the man’s awful smell continued to wreak havoc on her heightened senses.

She had planned to strip the moment she was in her home, but as she reached for the handle to her front door her hand shook. She found herself struggling to bring the vile reek of the villain soaked into her clothes into her home.

Home. Safety. A place away from danger, she thought as she stood, hand near but not on the door handle. No one knew where she lived. There was no record of the home anywhere. It had no address and not even Sheriff Brevell knew where she lived. The house was so secluded and well-hidden that she didn’t even bother to lock her doors.

Even if there WAS a record of where she lived she probably wouldn’t have kept her doors locked. There were rules, rules that superheroes and the bad guys played by. They were unwritten rules, but rules people on both sides of the law understood and followed. Rules that had been established to make the “game” of hero and villain less deadly and more “fun”, rules that allowed actors on both sides of the law to take advantage of the supercharged libidos that came with superpowers.

Criminals never strike against superheroines when they are “off the clock”, especially when out of costume and at home. It was one of the most important rules and one that was almost never broken, because when it was the response would be overwhelming. Even the most brutal mobs and the most psychopathic supervillains respected it.

Bringing the villain’s reek into her house felt like a breaking of that rule. To bring that awful smell into her home would be a violation of her safest of spaces. But what was she supposed to do?

Lady Luna looked around, glancing at the night-shrouded forest that hid her small home. There wasn’t anyone within miles. She was certain the villain hadn’t followed her, and even though she’d driven recklessly and been distracted by the mix of revulsion and unwanted arousal she’d made sure she took a way home that would have confused and thrown off anyone trying to follow her.

Certain she was alone and unseen she stripped out of her costume at her front door. She couldn’t just abandon the costume outside, it was far too expensive for that. Yes, she had other copies of it, but not so many that she could just toss the soiled one in the fire pit she had out back. She’d wash it. Wash it several times and then send it through the wash another time for good measure to ensure the smell was excised from her clothing. But stepping into her home dressed in the reeking garments was just too much.

Once stripped down to her panties she entered her home and rushed to her laundry room. She shoved the soiled, reeking costume into the washing machine, added a double helping of laundry detergent, then slammed the lid closed. Only after she was certain the machine was on did she breathe a small sigh of relief.

After leaving the laundry room she realized she still smelt the villain’s stink. Her hope that the smell had only been soaked into her clothing had left her scent-blind to how strong it remained even after getting her clothes off, but now that she was aware of it she was left wanting to retch.

Was the miasma soaked into her hair? Her skin? It was disgusting, she HAD to get rid of it. And then there was what it was doing to her body. The gross smell was making her feel so horny she felt dizzy from the level of arousal it was keeping her at.

Aside from feeling like the smell was an extension of the villain constantly violating her there was the danger of being so turned on. She tried her best to live a life where she denied her sexual urges. Bad things happened when she got too horny, and even worse things happened when she got off. Burning the heat off safely wasn’t an easy thing, and when she lost control and made the mistake of getting off the bad things it led to always shamed her and led to her hiding from the public for as long as she could.

Have to get the stink off me. The only thing she’d had on after stripping at the front door was her panties. That the villain’s stink had soaked through her costume and worked its way into them was unthinkable to her so she’d kept them on. Now she slipped them off and tossed them onto her bed before rushing to her bathroom. Need to shower, she thought as she turned the water on. Make it hot. Burn away the reeking stink. Soap myself up. Scrub it away. Wash my hair till the last hint of the reeking stink is gone.

Because of her heightened senses Lady Luna usually only used a small amount of body wash. She found the smell of the wash pleasant, but it could be overwhelming to her senses. Today she squirted huge gobs of the stuff into the plastic loofah she kept hanging in her shower. The floral, slightly chemical scent that filled the humid air of the steaming shower WAS overwhelming, yet she found relief in it. It masked the awful cloying smell sticking to her skin, and hopefully soon would help wash it away.

Normally she scrubbed her sensitive skin lightly with the plastic loofah, but not today. Today she reveled in how coarse the plastic felt. She scrubbed till she was wincing in pain, literally trying to scrub layers of skin off in the hopes the tainted parts of her would be washed down the drain taking the lingering stink with them.

She gritted her teeth, holding back tears of rage and frustration as she scrubbed. No one had ever done anything like this to her. She’d never been made to feel so scared. So helpless. So powerless. It won’t happen again, she vowed as she scrubbed till the painful sensation of the scratchy plastic loofah and the scents of soap overpowered both the memory and the lingering stink of the villain.

Release from the awfulness of that reeking stink brought an awareness of how painfully horny she was. With the scent banished, and the fear and disgust it was making her feel momentarily gone, there was nothing left to distract her from her body’s supercharged needs. With them forefront in her mind she found them impossible to ignore the way she’d been ignoring them till then.

Before she knew what was happening Lady Luna had dropped to her knees and had her back pressed against the wall of the shower. Her hands, soapy and slippery, were rubbing furiously at her perfectly smooth and hairless sex. Her chest heaved as she gasped past the water showering down onto her face. The heat of the scolding water was nothing compared to the heat burning her from the inside. Her body was aflame with desire and need, desire and need she feared and tried her best to avoid giving in to.

“Have to stop,” she gasped as the furious rubbing at her sex made her shudder in pleasure. “Can’t masturbate,” she gasped out, trying to will her hand to stop what it was doing. “Can’t risk getting off. Stop. STOP!”

Through sheer willpower she forced herself to stop rubbing her pussy. Pulling her hand away from her sex was beyond her, but she did manage to grab her pussy and hold it tightly to keep it from moving. Yet even so her chest kept heaving. Her hips rocked, her body’s demands starting to reassert themselves and causing her to grind her sex against her hand.

“Have to calm down. Stop this. Don’t lose control,” she muttered, knowing that if anyone overheard her they’d think she sounded half mad with lust.

Like most women with superpowers those powers would be weakened by sexual climax. Cum too hard or too many times close together and she could end up completely depowered for a time. But THAT wasn’t what worried Lady Luna. That weakness wasn’t what had caused the superheroine to lead as sexless a life as she could. It was a weakness, yes, but one that her skill and experience could compensate for.

Her fear came from something else, a weakness other superheroines didn’t have. Something unique to her. Something shameful. Something that made her detest her body and what happened to it after she got off. She refused to let that happen to her, to let what was released when she came take control and turn her into something less than the heroic woman she knew she was.

“Calm,” she told herself as she took in slow, calming breaths. “You know how to deal with this,” she told herself as she kneaded the flesh of her vulva in the hand tightly gripping it. “You’ve been dealing with this for so long. It’s worse than it’s ever been right now, but it’s not different. Take control. Take care of it without losing control.”

She forced herself to stand. Leaning against the wall she kept working her sex, kneading and rubbing flesh in a way that felt good but wasn’t quite playing with herself. “Build the heat intentionally,” she told herself as she closed her eyes and concentrated on what her body was feeling. “Take control. Maintain control. Built the heat with intention and burn off the lust.”

Before the kneading of flesh built into something more she let go of herself. She’d burned off enough heat to momentarily control herself. She’d need more, the maddening need for release had only been temporarily soothed, but now that she’d regained control she’d be able to refocus. She’d be able to keep that control while she dominated her body’s greedy needs and excised them through careful actions that would burn away the desire without losing control and getting off.

She grabbed the bottle of body wash and poured a huge gob of the stuff into her hand instead of into the plastic loofah. Once the bottle was stashed on its shelf she slathered the soap together in her hands, beginning to build up a soapy lather.

After stepping out of the cascading water to ensure the soapy mess in her hands wasn’t washed away Lady Luna brought her hands to her breasts. At first she only lightly cupped them. Even that gentle, sudsy touch was enough to make her shiver in anticipation. Nearly every woman with an active P-Gene had highly sensitive breasts. Hers were almost unbearably so, especially when she was horny. Just holding her sudsy hands against them made her whimper and moan with desire.

You’ve done this hundreds of times, she reminded herself as she willed her hands to move with slow, careful movements. Build heat intentionally, she told herself as she started to rub her large, heavy breasts with handfuls of slippery soap. Build heat to burn off arousal, she reminded herself as she carefully soaped up her tits.

She gasped and moaned in restrained pleasure as she soaped up her breasts. Having her tits played with was a major weakness for her, but it was also something she had learned could be a safe sexual pressure valve. Soaping her tits up then playing with them was a safe way to burn off the building heat that could lead to disaster. She’d let her soapy fingers slip and dance over then sink into her soft but dense breast meat. She’d delight in the erotic sensual joy of slowly lifting them, feeling their dense weight, then gasping in delight when their weight won out and they slipped from her soapy hands. The weight she’d feel as they fell and bounced always brought a rush of pleasure, pleasure that burned away desire without building a need to get off.

It was a way to sexually stimulate herself safely with no risk of getting off. Soap up her tits. Play with them. If she was careful enough she could even play with her nipples as long as she kept in control.

Take control and keep it, Lady Luna thought as she gasped and rubbed her thighs together while using soaped-up fingers to tease her hard nipples. Take what would be a weakness and use it to remain in control. To dominate my body and remain master of it.

Once more she lifted her soaped-up breasts, reveling in the feel of their weight in her hands. She held her breath, lifting slowly and waiting for the moment the combination of their soaped-up surface and weight caused them to slip from her light grip. Then came the wonderful feeling of that drop. The burst of heat as they fell, bounced, and jiggled. She gasped and moaned, writhing as she rode the waves of subtle pleasure that would burn away the need to get off.

Then she returned to playing with her nipples. Soapy, slippery fingers running in little circles around her areolas. Her fingers closed in the circle as her areolas pebbled and her nubs grew delightfully, painfully hard. She rubbed at the swollen nubs, gently as she used the soap to turn light touches into intense pleasure. She needed to ramp up that pleasure, but slowly and never too fast or too much that she’d lose control.

It led to light pinching of her nipples that burned away reckless desire. A bit of a tug, soaped-up nipples slipping from her fingertips. More heat burnt away. The pleasure that led to the burning away of heat left her panting like an animal in heat. Lady Luna hated that. She used that hate, allowing the shame to keep her focused. Keep her in control. Used it to help her burn off as much heat as was safe then bring herself down. Sensual, slow tit play till she felt there was no need for more.

Lady Luna stood up, shook her torso from side to side to shake her tits. She stopped, allowing them to jiggle a bit as she worked out the last bit of heat she’d built up during her soapy tit play. Nearly lost it there a few times, she told herself as she turned and stepped back into the scalding water to wash her breasts clean. All because of that vile man’s awful stink. But I’m in control now, I can’t smell him anymore. I’m finally free and safe from him and his reek.

After a few moments thought she was uncertain if she was right. Was the smell only gone just because the scents of the shower, the steamy hot water and the soap, were overpowering what had soaked into her? She’d scrubbed her skin clean, true, but she hadn’t washed her hair yet. She remembered that she’d had the sense the villain’s awful stink had soaked more into her hair and fur than the rest of her, and now that she was calm she could move on to taking care of that.

She squirted huge globs of shampoo into her hands, lathering up her long, dark hair then working the sudsy mess into the fur on her canine ears. She luxuriated in how refreshing washing out the shampoo was. The feeling of keeping her head under the showerhead and letting the burning water slowly wash away the shampoo was a calming thrill she wanted to make last forever.

Once she felt her hair was free of shampoo she squirted more into her hands and worked it into the long, thick hair of her soaked tail fur. The fur there was twice as thick as that on her head and there was much, MUCH more of it. Lathering it up, working the shampoo deep into the fur, took time. But it was worth it. By the time she’d rinsed out her tail there couldn’t possibly have been much of the villain’s stink lingering in her fur.

Still, she worried some might remain so she started over. She lathered up her hair and furry ears, then let the scolding water cascade over her head till it was washed out. Before moving on to re-lather her tail fur she had to turn up the heat on the shower. She was using all the hot water and knew she couldn’t continue this forever, but she didn’t intend to stop till there was no hot water left.

When she lathered up her tail the second time she worked the shampoo deeper into the fur. It needed more care than the thick hair on her head. She ALWAYS gave it the extra attention it needed no matter how long it took. Keeping it clean was important to her. She was a woman, a heroine, someone to be feared. She wasn’t a filthy animal with matted fur.

By the time the hot water was all gone she’d shampooed and washed her hair, both on her head and her tail, three times. By then it seemed there was nothing left of the evil man’s stink on her, yet her time cleaning and grooming herself was far from over.

Thanks to how steam-filled and muggy the hot shower had left the air in the bathroom things felt nearly as hot and moist even after she left the shower. She cracked the bathroom door open, allowing some of the cool night air in. A little at first then opening the door further to let more in as she finished toweling herself off.

Her hair and fur needed further attention before she could move to bed and sleep away the shame and frustration of the night. With the air growing less damp she started blow drying her hair, working her long hair and furry ears then moving on to her huge bushy tail.

Once it was dry enough she needed to brush it all out. It was something she did every time she showered. A deep, long, brush out of her long hair and fur. Keep herself feeling neat and clean, keep herself feeling like a woman and not some shaggy dog. Her tail more than the hair on her head took time and care. The fur was thick and long and keeping it from getting knotted and mattered was a struggle that required a special brush and extra time, but it was a struggle that she HAD to win or else she’d start to feel like the mangy “mutt” she never wanted to be.

While brushing her tail she let herself fall into a nearly meditative trance as she sunk deep into muscle memory and well-learned habit of her personal grooming ritual. She had no idea how dangerous doing so was. As she zoned out, finding calm in the blankness of habit, she failed to notice just how much more sensual the brushing of her hair and fur felt. She was calm. She felt herself. She thought the danger scrubbed and washed away.

It wasn’t. She just couldn’t smell the subtle scent of the pheromones still lingering on her body and in her hair. She’d used too much soap and shampoo, the pleasant smells overpowering what she would have otherwise been able to notice. So convinced her ordeal was over and that she’d burned off the dangerous sexual heat she failed to notice how sensual the brushing of her hair and especially tail was. She failed to notice the heat building in her. A slow simmer, heating her core and working its way into her most womanly of places.

She went to bed thinking she was so calm and safe she’d sink easily into a deep sleep. She’d wake recovered from the night’s horrible ordeal and be able to think clearly the next day, to make a plan for how to hunt down the supervillain that had hunted her. Their second confrontation wouldn’t be like the first. She’d come out triumphant. She’d be prepared. She just needed a good night’s sleep first.

Sleep eluded her. She didn’t understand why at first. She felt so warm, calm, safe, and content. Clean. Everything smelt so good. Why couldn’t she fall asleep? What was this strange heat keeping her mind muggy with drowsiness yet preventing her from slipping into a peaceful slumber?

Lady Luna found herself tossing and turning. The heat was growing more frustrating. She tried lying in different positions. None worked until she tried shoving a spare pillow between her thighs. THAT seemed to bring her some calm. Yet even as she felt herself starting to slip further from wakefulness the heat built further. She’d sunk half to sleep before that heat brought her back to her senses.

Her body was flush. She was panting. Her hips were rocking as she gyrated and rubbed her womanhood against the pillow she had pressed hard against her sex. What was she doing? She should stop… If she kept going she’d lose all control and go till she reached climax. It wasn’t being temporarily depowered by getting off that worried her, it was the OTHER things it would do that were so much worse…

But she couldn’t stop. She’d rolled over onto her belly and shoved the pillow under her so she could better hump it. At the same time she’d grabbed something that had been lying lost in the blankets and shoved her face in it. It was something that smelt amazing. What was it? A bunched-up piece of clothing… her panties? Yes, that’s what it was. Her panties. She’d tossed them on the bed earlier and now she was laying there, half awake, humping a pillow like a dog in heat while she huffed the powerful scent of her overripe arousal soaked into her used panties.

Somewhere along the line she’d lost control. Now she was awake and aware of it enough to understand but there was no regaining control. Her body’s needs, needs she’d thought she’d excised with her soapy tit play, were demanding they be satiated no matter the cost.

Lady Luna whimpered and moaned out cute, quiet sounds that shamed her. She humped the pillow with wild sensual abandon, building pleasure as she rocketed towards release. She had to stop but couldn’t. Her body NEEDED release. The reek of her arousal soaked into her soiled panties was proof. She had to huff the stank deeper and deeper as she got closer to getting off. How could she hold back after having been so horny? How could she refuse her body?

“The smell,” she moaned into the panties she had balled up and shoved against her face. “Too strong… can’t control myself. Need to huff the stank. Need to cum. Need to be released from this,” she whimpered as the pleasure neared its crescendo.

The wolf was in control, an untamed wild beast that cared only about pleasure. Under the blanket she was hiding under her tail wagged wildly. Her ears were perked up. Even the way she huffed her soiled panties was animalistic. Her heightened senses let her pick up all sorts of rich scents and aromas in her arousal a normal woman never would have. She wasn’t even thinking about her confrontation with the villain, just how horny she’d been. How important the scent of her arousal was. How important ALL scents were.

Her body needed them, needed MORE of them. The animal in her was already addicted to the pheromones of the villain and in that moment it accepted it would betray her to get more. Lady Luna wasn’t aware of this, all she was conscious of was the pleasure as she built towards its height. She huffed and moaned out cute animal sounds as she wildly humped the pillow and huffed the soiled panties. There was only the joy of pleasure and animal scents of arousal.

And then she came. She came hard and long, the pleasure making her let out a canine yowl of release as she came. Then, after the orgasm was over, she was left curled up in a ball, hugging the pillow she’d nearly humped the stuffing out of, while mewling in warm delight as she breathed heavily.

She felt shame at losing control. Her powers had been drained, but they’d be mostly back to normal before she needed them. It was the other thing, the thing she truly hated and feared most, that would take longer to wear off. She lay in a ball, the pillow still jammed between her legs. She still held the soiled panties to her face and was still huffing the smell of her arousal to calm herself. Under the covers her tail was tucked between her legs to join the pillow. Her furry ears were down-turned. She panted. Animal mannerisms were there that normally weren’t.

Stupid foolish woman, she chastised herself as she lay in a sleepy, post-orgasmic haze. You lost control. You let the animal take control. Let yourself get off. Gave the animal the opening. And now it’s there in you. In your mannerism. Making you act like a cute dog and not a proper woman. Your instincts will be more animalistic. You’ll be more likely to lose control again. Reckless, stupid woman. If you let it happen again before you’re back to normal it will get even worse!

It occurred to her how strange it was that she’d used the stink of her own arousal soaked into her soiled panties as a way to help her masturbate. Why had she done that? It wasn’t like her. True, she often found scents soothing, especially in her home, but she’d never done something like this before.

Still mentally cursing herself for losing control and hating how she’d have to suffer through the humiliation of having more animal mannerisms over the next few days, she soothed herself by keeping the soiled panties pressed to her face so she could inhale their potent scent to calm herself.

Using them to masturbate had been weird, but she convinced herself using them to soothe herself wasn’t. They just smelt so good… Something in the scent of her own arousal that was so calming. A faint underdone, something maybe a little gross yet addictive. A scent that if she hadn’t been so sleepy and brain-addled from just having gotten off she might have realized wasn’t HER smell.

She didn’t understand, but the animal in her that the orgasm had released did. It wanted more of that stink and the powerful pheromones hidden in them. It NEEDED more. And it would have them, even if it meant betraying the woman. The wolf had smelt a true alpha, a man it was now eager to be dominated and claimed by. It’s what the wolf had ALWAYS wanted, something Lady Luna didn’t consciously understand but had always feared.

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to be continued soon…