Author's note:

This is version 3. It was edited once for inconsistencies/continuity errors and really embarrassing editing mistakes, but it has now been edited so I don't have to retcon later on. I went into this intending to write one piece of satire, not a series, so now I have to fix it to fit the world I built up. There were only minor changes, mostly at the beginning.

Original note:

This contains scenes of a sexual nature including non-consent and mind-control. Blah, blah, legal age of consent.

Now: This is a parody. It is a spoof. It is, not to beat about the bush, written in a spirit of sarcasm, mockery and gleeful parody.

It also contains what I hope are some running threads of titillation and some hot sex, with vacuum pumps and really big things.

I just don't want you thinking I'm being serious about the traditional "super" genre, that's all.

As always - I welcome feedback, positive or negative, in the comments below or anonymously. Also pictures.

Now grab some popcorn and tissues, and enjoy.

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Sable and The Supers

Claire looked down at the smoking ruin that had been her car and body, and swore violently.

Well, that meant dinner with Andrew was off.

Then the question of how she was seeing this at all intruded and she pinched herself hard to see if she woke up.

"Ow!"

"You are dead, you are now a spirit," a calm voice said.

Her hand was halfway to the Mace in her purse before she realised how ludicrous that was if she was dead, and stopped.

She was being observed by a bearded old-man figure who awoke deep cultural memories and made her instantly suspicious.

Around them the world faded away to be replaced by featureless mists filled with a diffuse, gentle white light. Her feet were not visibly connected to anything and when she tried to jump up and down, her inner ears didn't report anything.

"You have been rescued from death," the man continued, "because you possess the sense of justice and nobility of spirit needed to become a defender of the weak and the unfortunate.

"You are being offered the chance to begin a second life as a Heroine."

"A what?" Claire had worked her entire life in non-profit service industries, but would have been the first to say her heart hadn't been entirely in it and she had been there for the meagre wages and because she hadn't managed to escape. She was also pretty sure she had heard capitals around the noun, which she wasn't happy about.

"A Heroine, a defender of the... "

"Weak and unfortunate, I think you said something about that." Claire shrugged, having no idea what the other options were when dead but having worked enough in disorganised organisations to be prepared to try anything once, and to bitch-slap it into submission. "Sure, why not?"

"Very well then," the figure said, without a hint of frustration or annoyance at having been interrupted. "Your new life awaits."

#

The view faded away while Claire was opening her mouth to say something nasty about the cliché, the mists flowing around her and through her, clearing to reveal a rooftop, dizzyingly high, above a sprawling city.

She began walking towards the edge of the roof, stumbled, and nearly fell.

"What the fuck?"

Her attractive-side-of-average body and reasonably nice, firm, C-cup breasts appeared to have been stolen and replaced by Barbie, as drawn by a college kid.

She was wearing a basic Lycra outfit and what looked like a DD bosom which seemed to be holding itself up in defiance of all laws of gravity and physiology. She could see down between her new breasts to the rest of her body, and that view and a quick feel discovered muscle tone she had never possessed in life.

"Nice six-pack, but what the hell?" she muttered before being startled out of her skin by a voice behind her saying "Howdy, sister!"

A blonde, wearing a cape, midriff-revealing top, bondage boots and a pleated skirt so short her panties were visible, descended feet-first from the sky and landed on the roof.

"Sister?" Claire echoed, numbly.

"Of course! You're one of us! Welcome to the Supers! Isn't it super!"

The labored joke could be seen looming before the previous sentence had finished. Claire chose to ignore it.

She gestured at herself. "What's with the Barbie bod?" she demanded.

"It's one of the perks of being a superhero!"

Claire had instantly dubbed the adolescent "Perky Girl".

"You get a great body!" Perky Girl clapped her hands and then twirled around, hopping into the air and staying a little longer than was really necessary.

"Whose idea of a great body is this?" Claire demanded, incredulously.

Perky Girl looked at her in confused shock. "Isn't it a great body?" she asked, in the same tone as "But why didn't the Easter Bunny come?"

Claire groaned. "Fuck," she said bitterly, "I'm in Bloke World."

Perky Girl flared up. "You must not swear!" she exclaimed. "We must set a wholesome example!"

Claire had to fight down a rising desire to slap her.

"Come in and meet the gang!" Perky Girl said, bubbly again, skipping towards a door set into a small hut on the roof. Her hair bounced but her substantial breasts didn't.

#

The headquarters of the League of Light (Claire nearly vomited) was the entire building. They were a little vague about what happened in the bits they themselves weren't using. Claire promptly vowed to find out as soon as she could.

Perky Girl bubbled away all the way down the staircase, until Claire wanted to push her face through the concrete.

But she did learn that the girl's real name was Sunburst Girl (no, really) and that her powers were flight and the ability to light any dark space "or dazzle evil-doers!"

Claire thought that flashing those knickers would do much the same for most "evil-doers."

"Oh, and we all get super strength, of course! You'll have to remember that when you're carrying babies to safety!"

Claire almost had to rip her own oesophagus out, but she managed to avoid saying "Why would I want to do that?"

"You'll have to discover what your powers are," Perky Girl babbled on (the name had stuck in Claire's head) "and then pick a name. And a costume! Oh, that's the fun part! I'll help you! It'll be so much fun!"

Looking at the Super's orange slut outfit, Claire grimly determined to never, ever let that happen.

They approached a door and Claire finally couldn't contain herself any longer.

"P... Sunburst Girl," she began. "Have you ever gotten laid?"

The Super turned around, aghast. "Of course not! I'm not married!" Then she added, as an afterthought, "Of course, every so often we get captured by evil supervillains and molested by genetically engineered henchmen or brainwashed and made to serve as love slaves before we escape, but that doesn't count."

Then she bounced through the door, leaving Claire staring after her in open-mouthed horror.

The girl reappeared, said "Come ON, silly!" grabbed her hand and pulled her through.

The rest of the League was waiting inside. Their leader appeared to be Volcano, a huge man with muscles on his muscles, about the size of a door frame and "Flight, and strength greater than super strength!"

"Nice to meet you," Claire began. "I'm..."

Volcano held up a meaty hand to cut her off. "No! Only your Super name matters, here."

Claire resisted the urge to ask if this was some form of witless protection program.

Zephyr could fly and summon winds of all intensity, and wore a silver grey catsuit unzipped halfway to her navel, with lines of light blue radiating up from her ankles to her shoulders.

Morpheus could fly and induce people to sleep and have pleasant dreams, and wore a sparkly black jumpsuit that a Vegas stage magician may have considered too gaudy.

Fern could fly and produce plants, and wore a green leotard that started just barely above her nipples, green stockings and green Roman sandals along with a green eye mask and green gloves. Claire was pretty sure that not even nature had produced most of those shades, not even on the most lurid orchids or birds of paradise.

The Mole could burrow through all solid matter and not get his glossy red and brown skin suit dirty.

Claire couldn't help herself "Can you fly, as well?"

He chuckled, and said "No, I can't fly. I have other powers."

Claire looked carefully, but could find not hint that he was disappointed.

"Are you everyone?"

Volcano chuckled, which was like a 747 trying to waltz. "Yes, we're all that's needed to keep this noble city safe!"

"How do I find out my powers?"

"They come to you," Morpheus said. "But to help, we have a gymnasium for you to experiment in."

They offered to take her right down, but she needed to clear her head first. She went back to the roof.

#

The city was big and sprawling, with a wide, glittering bay. She leaned morosely on a railing around the edge of the roof and considered her options. Clearly, she was stuck with the body and needed to sort out her powers pretty soon.

But was she really going to be stuck with that load of brainless parodies? Could she maybe move?

The city, they had told her, was called Burghal, a name she had observed with as much comprehension as she had absorbed everything else.

Without warning, a wave of pleasure from all over her skin made her double up and collapse to her knees, gasping.

What the fuck was that?

She tried to move, to stand up, and was hit from pleasure all over her body, everywhere fabric touched.

When her breasts flared with sensation, she had enough self-control to clutch at the concrete roof not her flesh.

Feet landed in front of her.

She looked up at a new figure, a man wearing a piratical outfit in shades of black, and a goatee.

"Ah! A new one!" he exclaimed. "You'll make a fine addition to Mesmerer's harem with those powerful thighs!"

Finally, this seemed to be someone she could legitimately vent her anger on.

Her powerful fist landed powerfully in his groin, with powerful effect.

He doubled over even faster than she had, gasping in shock, and the unbearable sensory feedback from every inch of her skin disappeared.

She rose wrathfully, grabbed his head and slammed his face into her rising knee. It was a move she had only ever seen in movies, but managed to get right first time.

He collapsed on the roof, one hand clasped to his groin, the other one to his face.

"By bose!" he gurgled. "Do dupid bidge, do broke by bose!"

"Be grateful for small mercies," she snapped at him, then kicked him savagely in the ribs, making him howl with pain.

Behind her, Claire heard the door to the roof bang open, and a familiar voice say "Oh no! She's ... Huh?"

Claire turned around to see Sunburst Girl, followed closely by Volcano and Zephyr, burst onto the roof.

The pneumatic (filled with air) blonde was gaping at her in confusion.

"We thought you had been captured by..." Volcano began, before a voice behind Claire said "Dat dupid bidge broke by bose!"

"Oh no!" Sunburst Girl exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth.

Claire gaped at them, giving Zephyr enough time to rush to the injured Villain and bend over him, making solicitous noises, and for Volcano to fold his arms across his chest (no mean feat, given how much of it he had to cross) and look sternly at Claire.

"We fight fairly, and with our powers," he said virtuously, "for we are the forces of..."

"He just tried to kidnap and rape me!" Claire burst out in disbelief.

Volcano blinked, caught off balance by the interruption. "Of course, he's a supervillain. But we are heroes, so we fight..."

"Hello! Kidnap! Rape! Harem!"

Zephyr jumped up from lying next to the self-named Mesmerer and whirled angrily on Claire.

"It's happened to all of us!" she snapped. "That's no excuse to fight dirty!"

"Okay, you, sister, have a problem..."

"I'm not sure you are my sister," the wind worker sniffed, before turning back to the already healing Mesmerer and helping him to his feet.

Claire threw her hands up. "Fine! I'm going to the gym!"

#

The gymnasium turned out to be an entire double-height floor of the building, with a padded and sprung floor. It was a long elevator ride down, and Claire immediately asked what the other floors were for.

"Living quarters, laboratories, storage..." Fern began.

"And a buffer zone for the gymnasium," The Mole broke in.

Claire had a faint suspicion she may get to like The Mole despite his mental shallowness. Handily, his suit didn't leave any aspect of his physique concealed from a good perve.

They left her alone, cheerfully telling her to enjoy herself.

She stood in the middle of the floor and said "Now what?" into a space which didn't echo because the walls were padded.

She waited hopefully for inspiration, but none came.

With a sigh she looked at her hand, flexed it experimentally, then flung it dramatically towards one of the target butts scattered about the floor.

"Pow!" she said.

"HOLY SHIT!" she said, jerking away, stumbling and landing flat on her arse.

The target had become enveloped by a seething black mass of shadow, only visible to the eye by the shape it made in the air. There was no depth, no form but what could be seen as a negative in front of the rest of the gym.

Claire suddenly realised her hand was still extended and open, and closed it. The blackness contracted, swallowing the target and leaving the tiniest of black dots, like a dead pixel in a high definition television set before winking out when she relaxed her hand entirely.

"Fuck ME!"

She approached a second target cautiously, braced herself, and pushed her hand towards it.

Nothing happened.

She bit her lip and tried again, this time mentally pushing energy at the target.

Blackness engulfed it.

Keeping her hand extended and open, she gave a little squeal of delight.

She walked around the target, examining it from every angle. It undoubtedly was a writhing mass of blackness, different from all sides, and completely containing the target.

She slowly closed her hand, and the blackness shrank with her fist. She opened her hand and it expanded again.

Then she willed it gone and it dissipated, leaving a crumpled mass that had been a solid block of wood.

"FUCK ME."

She almost forgot to check if she could fly, but only needed five minutes to learn control.

#

She left the gymnasium with purpose in her step.

She could do almost anything inside the blackness - freeze, burn, compress, twist - and could cast it almost as far as across the length of the gym.

She grabbed the first Super she saw, which was unfortunately Perky Girl.

"Where's my room and where do I get a costume?" she asked without ceremony.

She repeated the question, sternly, when the girl looked like getting sidetracked into clapping her hands and squealing in delight.

There was a definite deflation effect, but Claire refused to feel sorry or relent.

"It's the second floor down," Sunburst Girl said, but she seemed incapable of not being perky, and brightened up almost immediately. "I'll show you!"

She skipped towards the lifts, and didn't come down, instead sailing along just off the floor. Claire followed, the same way but without the skip.

Sunburst Girl looked over her shoulder to say something, saw Claire hovering just off the floor and squealed with delight, clapping her hands.

"You found your powers! Have you picked a name yet?"

Claire had been giving some consideration to that, but needed some time alone.

"Not yet," she said unwisely.

"Ooh! What are your powers? I'll help you decide!"

Claire's hand itched, but she forced herself to just say "Thank you, but I need some time to myself. My name is going to be important, it needs to be personal."

Sunburst Girl looked disappointed, for about a picosecond. "Anyway, now you know you can fly, we can take the fun way down!"

Claire had just enough time to think "what fucking fun way down?" when Sunburst Girl dived headfirst into an empty lift shaft.

Claire was almost impressed. She tilted forward and went after her.

Her room was halfway along a corridor that held, she noticed, only rooms for the girls.

The door was wood and the room, she saw as soon as she looked through the door, was more palatial than any suite she had ever seriously believed. She stopped in the doorway, stunned, and fortuitously managed to block Sunburst Girl from entering.

"The wardrobe helps you design a costume, it's really swell!" Claire heard behind her.

Ah, right then.

She turned around in the doorway, smiled brightly, and said "Oh thank you SO much! You've been so nice to me! Now I'm going to need some time alone with myself, get over the shock of coming here, you know how it is," and shut the door with the superblonde on the other side.

Right, then.

There was a full length mirror on the door to the closet. She stood and regarded herself in it.

The plain grey Lycra she was wearing revealed every detail of her physique, her nipples and, she was amused to see, her G-string.

She couldn't deny that she was fit, even without super powers, but it was the "fit" of the athletically super hot, not the hot super athlete.

Her legs were toned but not hard, her waist was a little too narrow to really contain a solid core of muscle to brace the whole body, and her shoulders and arms were the least convincing of the lot, being toned but not even very strong looking.

Maybe she should be grateful she didn't look like a walking advertisement for steroid abuse, like Volcano.

And then there were her breasts.

She sincerely wanted to find whoever was responsible for her bust, smother them to death with it and then get them cut out.

Sunburst Girl and Zephyr were in the same position and Fern was barely less unreal, but that did not make her feel in the least better.

She stared very hard at herself in the mirror and willed them to shrink.

Nothing happened.

Oh well, worth a try.

There still remained the question of a costume.

She opened the closet and walked inside. The space was a basic wooden box, not large enough to get changed in, let alone store different outfits.

Frowning, she turned around to walk out. The world changed.

She found herself standing in front of several mirrors that managed to show her all sides of herself at once.

She was naked, save for a G-string.

She tried to look around, but all she could see were the images of herself. And, now she looked, ghostly and indistinct outfits hovering in the air around her.

Ah, right then. So she would be playing paper dolls with herself.

For a start, there would be no miniskirts, no capes and definitely no plunging necklines. As she thought this, she thought she saw the outfits around her shift, and some appear to fade into the background and vanish.

She concentrated on the images of herself. How about some loose pants to start with ...

Pants appeared, but skin tight. So, she wouldn't be able to get away without looking at least slightly fetish, then.

How about a catsuit, then? In patched leather. Apparently, she could only do smooth leather, and she couldn't get it up to her neck. She could get it a lot higher than her nipples, but not all the way over her cleavage, which remained stubbornly on-view through a plunging scooped neckline.

She was getting extremely irked by the restrictions.

How about a pair of combat boots, then?

No, apparently her boots had to be fetish-like as well.

She stared at herself grimly in the mirrors. Well, if she was going to look like a fetish object, she would fucking well be the Mistress, not the gimp.

She didn't manage to get rid of the heels, but she did get the leather to go halfway up her thighs. She put buckles up the front as a finishing touch.
Then, since there needed to be something more above her waist, she added a longline black overbust corset, and pulled the top in to shrink her bust measurement and bulge up the portion of her cleavage left exposed.

A black eyemask and black leather gloves finished it off.

There. She looked at herself in satisfaction. Less Sailor Moon, more Criminals Will Be Disciplined.

Try and force her to dress like a slut but act demure, would they?

As she confirmed the outfit to herself, she felt it clothe her, boot heels lifting her up at the ankles, cool leather hugging her skin and ... Ah, yes.

She had never actually worn a corset before. That would take some getting used to.

She looked at herself in uniform, and spontaneously said, softly, "Sable."

Yes. That would do nicely.

#

They were all waiting for her when she returned to the common room. Whether they were waiting or had been watching her or alerted by another super sense she couldn't tell. Maybe they just went blank when she wasn't around, and waited for something to happen.

They appeared to be slightly disconcerted by her choice of costume and she did her best not to grin or pose too much.

They didn't even ask what her powers were, they just sent her out on patrol with the cheerleader from planet Prozac.

She couldn't help looking at this as some form of punishment, but she was careful to pay attention when Sunburst Girl started talking about the city and what was what.

And she was sufficiently clued in that she felt a premonition of horror even before the bubbly Super said "We have to be careful whenever we're here, it's where the Villains tend to hang out!"

Sable was shaping her lips around the obvious question when a bolt of lightning struck from a clear sky and knocked Sunburst Girl senseless, sending her plummeting to the city a thousand feet below.

Sable didn't even think as she jinked wildly, which saved her from the next bolt. Twisting over, she saw a figure plummeting towards her out of the sun, hands outstretched.

She threw her hands up, hurling a shield between them. She wasn't even sure it would work but it did, absorbing the next lightning bolt.

Unfortunately, she had forgotten to keep an eye on her back.

#

When she woke up she felt, accurately, as if she had been dropped a thousand feet onto concrete.

After a very brief moment of confusion she shook her head violently, which turned out to be a mistake.

When her head cleared again, there was someone gloating at her.

"Aha! So we have succeeded where Mesmerer has failed! He could never understand the importance of teamwork."

Sable stared at the pair constituting the "we". He was dressed as a rich, eccentric mad scientist who had seen too many Tim Burton films. In deference to the "mad scientist" trope he was wearing a white lab coat. In deference to his own sense of style he had a haircut instead of a wild mop, his goatee was neatly trimmed and his lab coat was cut like a frock coat and had cuff links.

She was the same body type Sable was already getting heartily sick of seeing, and her bodysuit - which, Sable was enraged to note, went up to her neck without revealing any cleavage - was black with vivid yellow slashes.

Sable herself was still fully clothed but was tightly bound in a cross shape upon a solid metal frame.

"Welcome to The Engineer's workshop! And you are?"

The capitals slotted neatly into place.

"Sable. Who the fuck are you two?"

"I am The Engineer," he said with a courtly bow. "And my colleague here is Voltira."

Voltira sneered at her, then turned to The Engineer, saying "I'll go back to patrolling, have fun with this one."

She took off, sailing across the room and out the door, which closed behind her.

"Okay," Sable said. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Well, first I shall interrogate you, and then I shall proceed to torture you and your nubile young companion upon my sexual stimulator machines until you are both broken down to nothing but mindless pleasure slaves."

Sable started laughing. She couldn't help herself. The Engineer merely raised an eyebrow and pressed a button.

There was a whirring and clanking noise, and another metal frame rose from the floor, bearing Sunburst Girl.

The young heroine's costume was intact but stained with sweat, and she was hanging limply in her bonds, gasping for breath.

She raised her head and saw Sable, and her eyes went wide. "Oh!" she gasped. "They got you too! Don't give in, no matter what they do! Remember you're a Heroine! Ohhhh!"

She finished on a rising wail, convulsing in her bonds. The sound was so sexual it made Sable wet. She also couldn't help noticing that Sunburst Girl's nipples were as prominent as Lycra could possibly make them.

"How did you do that?" Sable asked with interest.

"Oh, it's a simple matter of tuned electromagnetic field generators behind her, creating varying degrees of heat, vibration and nervous system stimulation in targeted regions of her luscious young body. It feels like this." With that, he pressed a button and Sable became aware of a tingling sensation in her groin.

The tingling quickly became an itch, the itch quickly became delicious. "Ooh, that's nice," she said, rolling her hips. "Mmm, more of that, please!"

"It will grow until it becomes unbearable," the Engineer said, ignoring her response. "Your young friend has endured an hour of that, soon her mind will be broken!"

Sunburst Girl gave the strangled, sobbing moan of a woman teased remorselessly and then denied an orgasm.

Sable tried to concentrate on her through her own growing arousal. "What, an hour without letting her cum? What sort of sadist are you?"

"Soon she will be nothing more than a mindless slut, begging to suck my cock!"

"You're after the wrong audience," Sable gasped as the pressure in her groin made her damp inside her costume. "With this gear, lots of women will offer to suck your cock."

"And you will... I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"In fact, how about it? Strip off, let me see what you've got."

"Are you saying you're ENJOYING this?"

"Mmm, who wouldn't?"

The Engineer had a look of stunned incomprehension on his face. With the air of one prodding an ants' nest to see if it'll erupt, he touched another control.

The tingling began in Sable's breasts, quickly growing into a tortuously sweet ache.

"Ooh, YES!" she groaned. "I hope this machine of yours has some sort of nipple suckers attached!"

Looking like a man struggling with betrayal, The Engineer pressed another control. An arm swung in front of her and sliced neatly through the front of her corset, the sudden removal of pressure and rush of fresh blood sending a jolt of pure pleasure straight to her libido.

A second arm cut down the front of her leather catsuit, the two halves springing back under tension to release her breasts even more, a surge of sweetness pouring through her as they were released and exposed to his view.

As that arm withdrew, two more replaced it, long glass cylinders folding around until they were positioned directly over her tits which, she saw, were now capped by nipples as long as the first joint on her little finger.

"Ooh, I've always wondered what this would feel like," she gasped before the cylinders pressed forwards onto her breasts, pushed in slightly and then sucked her flesh inside them.

"Oh my God, YES!" The sensations coming from her breasts were as unbelievable as her new bust was. She had instinctively arched her chest forwards, thrusting herself at the cylinders, but managed to drag her head down and stare at the two glass tubes.

She really had been sucked into them. Her nipples and surrounding breasts were stretched halfway along each tube, creating a perfect seal.

As she watched, two smaller tubes slid forwards inside the large ones, slid over her nipples and sucked then even harder.

Sable's scream of ecstasy bounced off the walls. The two smaller tubes contained membranes that were squeezing her nipples as well as sucking them. "Make me cum right NOW!"

The Engineer was leaning on the railing with his head in one hand. Without raising his head, he lifted the control unit and pressed another button.

Another arm folded up unseen between her legs and pressed a large vibrator against her. Her scream elevated into octaves that only bats could hear. It took her a long time to finish cumming, during which The Engineer watched her with his chin resting on one hand.

When she had finished, he retracted all the devices and turned off the simulator, but left her shackled in place.

"All right," he demanded, in a much more normal voice. "Who are you, really?"

Sable's orgasm had been unprecedentedly intense and long, but she recovered in seconds.

"I'm new here," she replied, "mind letting me down?"

"We are still enemies," he said, watching her carefully.

"Yes, I've been thinking about that," she said. "Why?"

"Because you're a Heroine and I'm a Villain," he said, still carefully.

"That's it?"

"Pretty much, yes."

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. What do you do, as a Villain?"

"Be a Villain."

"That's even more stupid. Are you going to let me down?"

"Are we going to fight?"

"Don't be daft."

"Glad to hear it."

He straightened up and touched a control which caused the frame to swing down toward the gantry he was standing on.

When the clamps released, she could just step onto the walkway.

"Are you going to release her?" she asked, nodding at where Sunburst Girl was developing a glassy, exhausted look in her eyes.

The Engineer made a sour face. "That wouldn't be playing by the rules," he said. "Trust me, I'll explain later."

He lead her into a short corridor which had the air of living quarters about it, and into a suite which had the air of a house about it.

"By the way," he asked, closing the door behind them. "Were you serious with that offer of a blow job?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she said, her entire body still tingling with erotic need. "Strip."

With a gigantic grin on his face, he slipped his lab coat off his shoulders to reveal a Lycra cycling jersey with a lightning bolt design on it, and tight leather trousers. Sable glanced casually at the crotch of his trousers and her eyes widened.

They kept widening as he peeled the jersey over his head, showing it hadn't been lying about the chiselled physique underneath.

He stepped out of his boots and peeled the trousers down his leg, leaving him clad only in a pair of tight boxer shorts.

"SWEET FUCKING GOD," Sable said. "Is that real?"

"As real as your tits," he said smugly. "Are you impressed or frightened?"

"My cunt hurts just looking at it," she replied worshipfully, "and I'm horny as hell."

She dropped to her knees in front of him and ran her hands lovingly over a bulge so fat there was a gap between his skin and the waistband on his shorts.

She grabbed the shorts and yanked them down his legs, letting his cock slap against her face as it was released.

She ran both hands over it, half to feel it, half to reassure herself she wasn't dreaming.

His heartbeat pulsed through veins as thick around as some entire cocks, under skin so silken and aromatic it made her head spin.

Grabbing it with both hands, she opened her mouth until her cheeks ached and tried to inhale the flared head.

It tasted even better than it smelt, and she worked it back into her throat inch by inch until she could not physically get it any further into her body.

She had to grip it with both hands as she began working it with her mouth, sliding on and off, managing to get it a little further in her throat each time until there really was no way she could get it any further.

The girth was so great she couldn't do anything to it except suck back and forwards as her jaw began to ache.

He didn't seem to mind though, getting close to cumming satisfyingly quickly.

"Bet you can't swallow it all," he said as he began to pulse in her mouth.

She made a defiant sound around him, and pulled him out until just his head was behind her lips.

When he came, it was like sucking on a firehouse. She thought she had been shot in the back of the throat. But she still managed to open her throat and keep every single drop.

"I win," she said as she let him slip out of her mouth, but by the time she had finished saying it her voice was slurring and a blush was spreading from her face down over her exposed cleavage towards her still exposed nipples.

"I suppose I should have told you," he said, pulling her suddenly warm and unresisting body to its feet, "that my cum has a short-term aphrodisiac and mind-control effect."

"... Gurr," she said faintly, glassy-eyed and swaying slightly as he peeled her catsuit down past her hips, then pushed her black G-string down.

He stepped forwards against her and his fingers found her dripping pussy, making her eyes flutter closed and twitch behind her eyelids.

"Do you want to be fucked on your back, or your hands and knees?" He whispered into her ear.

"... Hands and knees," she whispered back, barely more than a breath.

He pushed her onto the bed, where she sprawled bonelessly as he yanked off her boots. He liked them, and wanted to fuck her while she was wearing them, but her suit would get in the way. He pulled off her catsuit and G-string while she lay without resistance or assistance, then said "Well, roll over, bitch."

She struggled to turn over and then pulled herself upright by the bed's iron frame, shaking slightly and resting her head on her forearms as he moved up behind her, grabbed her hips and lined up.

When he pushed against her it seemed at first there was no way possible she could open wide enough to let him in without help. Then her body seemed to shiver and she sucked him inside.

Her wail echoed around the room.

He pushed halfway in, lubricated by her saliva and her running juices, then he withdrew and pushed three quarters in, then withdrew before plunging all the way in.

"OH GODDDD!!!"

"That's it," he whispered into her ear as she quaked around him, sweat sheening her body and beginning to run down her hanging breasts and bead off her nipples.

"You've now taken all of the biggest, fattest, longest, most amazing cock you've ever encountered, and it is about to take possession of your mind!"

He withdrew almost all the way, then slammed back in to the hilt so fast the slap of their bodies meeting sounded like a rifle shot.

Her back bowed upwards, her head whipped up and another scream of pure lust was expelled from her.

He did it again, making her jerk on the end of his cock like a speared fish.

Every time he bottomed out inside her, his heavy balls swung forwards to slap against her clitoris. Every time she felt the two impacts, a bomb went off inside her body and another scream exploded out of her.

He took one hand off her hips and grabbed her hair, holding it like reins and using it to pull himself into her.

"When I cum inside you," he panted, "you will be unable to resist anything I tell you. And when you cum with my cum inside you, you will become my willing slave!"

He pulled her back until she was upright and pressed against him, using her hair to hold her head back onto his shoulder.

"Do you want to become my mindless bedslut?" He breathed into her ear while his free hand mauled one heavy breast.

"Yesss masssster."

"Beg for it!"

"Ohhh, pleassssse make me your slave, Master!"

He pushed her forwards until she was supporting herself on the iron frame again, shifted both his hands to her hips and rammed into her so hard her head was driven into the wall.

"Oh God, yes, Master!"

He did it again, ending on a strangled grunt signalling his own imminent orgasm.

"OH GOD, MASTER, CUM IN ME, PLEASE!"

He exploded inside her on his next thrust, the impact of his super ejaculation ripping her orgasm out of her and driving her scream up two octaves.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

He pulled out of her and she collapsed face first on the bed, her whole body shaking with aftershocks.

He pulled out and flipped her over, her legs sprawling either side of him and her eyes staring adoringly up at him.

"Who are you, bitch?"

"I'm your bedslut," she whispered back, mouth curving into a dopey smile.

He crowed with laughter and slapped one breast, the firm flesh jiggling and the impact making her moan and squirm deliciously.

"Let's make certain with a booster shot, shall we?"

He grabbed her ankles and lifted them straight up, lined up carefully and drove straight in, making her grab the head of the bed and arch her back, bowing so much her breasts rolled back towards her head.

He pushed her ankles down until they were next to her ears as he began slowly fucking her.

"God I love Superheroines," he said happily, looking down at the unnaturally flexible body he was buried inside.

"I think I want you to do the work this time."

He released her ankles, bent down on top of her and rolled over.

She sat up eagerly and began bouncing up and down, his gaze yo-yoing between his incredible shaft splitting her pussy and her incredible breasts bouncing on her chest.

"Let's see how good you are. Cum!"

"AHHHHHH, OH GOD!"

This time, her spasm around his shaft set him off, jetting an undiminished amount into her.

She collapsed onto him, breathing raggedly. He pushed her off to lie beside him while he smiled a very self-satisfied smile at the ceiling.

He got up and fetched a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses from a concealed fridge while she sprawled limply on the bed, eyes closed.

"You're confident of yourself," she said, eyes still closed.

Still with his back to her, he went very still.

"I have to say, you recovered remarkably quickly," he said with forced casualness as he turned around.

"How long does it normally take?"

"About a week for normal women, Supers generally need 24 hours to detox," he had the grace to admit.

She rolled over onto one elbow, showing none of the effects of post-coital lethargy. "You were really expecting me to be your adoring brain-washed slut?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I was sort of hoping GAH!"

She twitched her hand and the black mass around his groin contacted slightly.

"Don't you know it's not polite to try and brainwash guests to become your personal bed slaves?"

"Yes of course I know and I'm very sorry but it was in the rules and I won't try it on you again but I couldn't help myself PLEASE STOP DOING THAT!"

She relented, but didn't relax her hand as the blackness faded away. He wilted slightly.

"Were you under my control at any point?" He asked weakly.

"Oh, it was an insane aphrodisiac, I'll give you that, although the effect seems to have worn off now, but you didn't ask me to do anything I wouldn't normally agree to quite happily when I'm really horny, so I felt like the rest was just roleplay."

"But you came on command!"

"That surprised and impressed me, I'll admit. I'm not usually that into dirty talk, frankly."

He stared at her intently. "Cum!"

She laughed at him.

He sagged, then suddenly demanded "What do you mean 'worn off'?"

"Well, you just came inside me twice, and I'm no hornier than after any decent fu... OH, SWEET JESUS!"

He had reached down and lightly run the bottom of one champagne glass around one erect nipple.

"I will now endeavour to make it up to you by going down on you," he said, putting the bottle and the two glasses down while she panted for breath. "Grab your ankles and spread your legs."

By the time he had finished, she had squirted into his mouth twice.

"What the fuck is with these 'rules' you keep talking about?" She asked when they were both breathing normally again.
"Superheroes try and stop Villains from doing whatever it is that the Villains are doing," he began, pouring her a glass. "Including, sometimes, grocery shopping. Supervillains, in return, along with whatever else we may be interested in, try and capture the Heroes and brainwash them into our pleasure slaves. I think it keeps us out of everyone else's hair." He handed her the glass.

"And-thank you-"how often..."

"I get one of you about once a month, sometimes two at once."

As she digested this, speechless, he picked up a remote control and a screen descended from the ceiling, showing Sunburst Girl looking nearly delirious and with the full compliment of machines attached to her.

"I'll never submit to OOH!"

A counter in the top of the screen clicked over to 15.

"Now, I've trapped, broken and fucked her more times in her three years in this city than I can be bothered counting," he said casually.

"As recently as three weeks ago, in fact, when, for a laugh, I made her wear a wire gag for three days and blow me every hour, on the hour. She remembers this quite well. But, every time I capture her, we play the same game. Conversely, every time she captures me, I play along when she says I'll never get out of jail. They kept me for five hours, once."

Sable was nearly speechless.

"Show you something else," he said. He pressed a bell beside the bed and a door opened to reveal a woman wearing crotchless panties, tassels hanging from nipple piercings, and an adoring expression.

"Fetch another bottle of champagne, slave."

"Yes, Master," she said in a besotted tone, turned and strutted off on 4" heels.

Sable gaped after her.

"She," the Engineer said calmly, "is here of her own free will. Totally chemically and mechanically brainwashed now, of course, but here of her own free will, for two weeks. Remember how you said women would pay me? They do. I sell package deals. She paid to be abducted from the subway by rough men, broken on my machines, turned into a brainwashed slut and made to do demeaning housework.

"She gets instructed to keep her memory, free debriefing counselling if she can't cope with what she ordered - although only a limited number of sessions, fair's fair - and edited footage to take home with her at the end. I discovered an antidote to my ejaculate, so it only takes a normal human 12 hours to recover. Of course, I had to build separate equipment for supers and normals..."

"You are fucking kidding me?"

"No, I could even show you her contract. She's my only one at the moment, but last month I had two heterosexual friends who paid to be abducted and brainwashed into lesbians to perform for me. Ah, bliss..."

"I can see," she said tartly, looking at his swelling member. "How many women can take that?"

"Almost none of them except supers," he said cheerfully. "Luckily, one of my powers is changing size."

"You have got to be... Bloody hell!"

He returned from a normal if slightly fat 7" to his previous massive girth and length. "In case you want to know - you got all of it, baby."

"You have such a way with words," she said dryly. "How the hell do these women find out about this service of yours? Word of mouth?"

"No, I advertise in sex shops, women's magazines, online... You know how you can buy 'adventure holidays' and 'experiences'?"

"Okay, that is some kind of fucked up."

"It's commerce between consenting adults, is what it is, with some of the BEST word-of-mouth advertising anybody has ever had. I just have to word things carefully to get around the fairly liberal anti-prostitution laws here."

She shook her head. "What else do you do with your time?"

"I build things. I really am an engineer. Do you know this city has a world-class elevated monorail system and a world-leading underground network?"

"You built it?"

"Your incredulous stare obviously means you assumed I was all evil. No, I work for profit, through a completely legitimate and legal front consultancy company. Haven't robbed a bank yet. Having built the underground, of course, gave me an unrivalled opportunity to install secret passages, hence my role-playing abductions."

"So, help me out here, why the fuck are you evil, and why do my dimwitted colleague - can we please get rid of that television, it's distracting. Thank you. Why do my dimwitted colleagues hunt you?"

"Because I'm a Supervillain."

She pinched the bridge of her nose, screwing her eyes shut.

"And you're a Superheroine. See how this works? Here, the label is destiny. Try doing acts of evil sometime, and see how well it works out for you. I'd find the attention tedious if you were all men, frankly, because I'm working on a much more energy-efficient building ventilation and climate control system and you keep interrupting my work. Frankly, I have no idea what any of you do or how you support your ridiculously vain headquarters. Do you even have secret identities?"

"I have no idea." She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. "I'm in Mad World, aren't I?"

"Pretty much. I'm baffled, frankly, as to why or how you ended up here. Are you sure you're a Heroine, not a Villain?"

"According to the chap in the white robes and where I landed, yes."

"Odd."

"Hey," she said suddenly, "If I caught you or one of your colleagues..."

"Arrest only, I'm afraid," he said smugly. "No enslaving by the good girls. Not even spankings. It's trap, and turn promptly over to the authorities."

"And if I decided I wanted to have fun?"

"My advice is - secret identity. There are some fantastically dirty nightclubs in this town."

"I am beginning to wonder," she snapped, "how I can enjoy sex at all without combusting or something."

"Because then we wouldn't be able to do tha... Oh, she's ready."

The screen had descended from the ceiling again to make his point, and Sunburst Girl could be seen hanging limply, head down, shuddering with aftershocks although the equipment was still.

"Are you going to prevent me finishing this?"

"Oh fuck, why should I?" she replied violently, waving expressively at the screen. "Have your fun. I'm just glad she gets it sometimes. You've got two hours, and then I'm escaping with her. I figure I need the brownie points if I'm to live with the pack of do-gooders."

"Fantastic! You can keep watching, if you want to."

Sable would later remember those two hours as the most surreal of her life.

Watching The Engineer, back in character and only maybe hamming it up for her benefit, taunting and soundly fucking Little Miss Wholesome, who was now not only begging but quite literally gagging for it, began as voyeuristically weird and rapidly progressed, when she saw how eagerly the annoying little prude pushed back against a cock as fat as her own calves, into gleeful, malicious entertainment.

The paying slave returned with the second bottle of champagne and Sable sent her away again for popcorn then insisted she stay and watch it with her.

The woman took it as a command to have sex with Sable, which the Super wasn't interested in and, under the circumstances, didn't even find flattering either. But she took orders well and was soon lying on the bed sipping champagne and making adoring noises at her Master degrading one of the protectors of the city.

When two hours rolled around and the couple on-screen were still at it, Sable was tempted to wait until The Engineer was tired but she wasn't about to let anyone start thinking she wasn't serious and could be pushed around.

She was still a little bit regretful when she pulled on her catsuit and her boots, though. She would need a new corset, of course.

She demanded a large safety-pin from the slave, and used it to close her catsuit over her nipples, although the leather was straining when she managed it.

The slave seemed disappointed to see her go, so she relented and gave her a full open-mouthed kiss before leaving, which left the slave happier and Sable, always firmly if sometimes wonderingly heterosexual, feeling existentially disassociated.

Sable burst through the door to the workshop striking a dramatic pose and holding one hand in a threatening way. That memory, much later on, made her bang her head against a concrete wall to the detriment of the wall.

"Unhand her, villain! You shall rape her no more!"

The Engineer looked suitably pantomime-shocked and let go of the young heroine, who slipped off the end of his cock with a wet sucking sound and landed on the floor with a mew of petulant disappointment.

"You won't be taking me in!" He shouted, leaping over a bench, and was soon lost among the machinery.

"Fair enough," Sable muttered under her breath, striding forward to where Sunburst Girl sprawled with conscious lewdness on the floor.

It was obvious the heroine's costume was beyond recovery. Sable wasn't particularly looking forwards to carrying a naked woman, but wasn't going to call in anyone else and have to do something she'd regret, like arrest The Engineer.

The figure on the floor opened its eyes, looked at Sable wantonly and said "Oh, Sable, have you come to fuck me too?"

With great satisfaction, Sable and knocked Sunburst Girl out with a precise blow to the jaw.

#

When she landed on the rooftop, her colleagues appeared as if from nowhere.

"You're back!" Volcano exclaimed. "We heard that..."

"We've only been gone a few hours, stop worrying," Sable said shortly. "Here, Fern, take care of this. She had a bit too much fun and gave in, weak-willed little darling. Now I'm going to get a shower and some new clothes."

"But who..."

Sable shut the door on the rest of the question. She really, really had no wish to answer it. Not until she had worked out what the score was, at any rate.