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Obey You
“I will find a way to, ooooh, to stop touching myself,” Argent growled. The superheroine glared defiantly at the Dominator, even as her fingers thrust deep within her dripping pussy.
“Really?” the supervillain asked with a wicked grin. “And then what?”
Argent’s body trembled with bliss. She could hardly stay on her feet. But she muttered. “I will … make you … oh god … make you pay!” For a moment, a look of pleasure banished the defiant expression of her face.
The Dominator laughed. “Make me pay for what?”
The superheroine struggled to control her ragged breathing. “For trying … to make me … obey … you. OH GOD!”
As the last two words escaped her lips, Argent’s passion-drenched flesh exploded with bliss as an orgasm rocked through her body. Each time she said “obey you”, the pleasure increased, bringing her to greater and greater heights of ecstasy.
Within minutes, the only words Argent could speak while looking weak-eyed into the Dominator’s face were “obey you.”
Over and over again.
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Escape Pod
Captain Jenna Joie had barely made it off her starship with her mind intact.
The envoys of the alien race known as The Haze had supposedly come in peace, resplendent in their ceremonial garb that twinkled and flashed in every frequency of the spectrum. By the time Joie had discovered that the patterns of light evoked intense arousal and absolute obedience in human brains, almost her entire crew was gasping out their orgasmic devotion to The Haze.
With no choice but to flee, Joie had locked herself inside an escape pod. In six weeks, she’d be back at space fleet headquarters to plot her next move.
When the lights inside the escape pod began to blink in unison, Captain Joie suspected it was a malfunction. She couldn’t isolate the problem, but it was affecting life support, as well. The pod was getting so hot. The flashing continued. With nothing to do for the long voyage, Joie found her hand slipping between her thighs. Somehow, rubbing her clit in time with lights felt even better.
She knew, deep inside, that The Haze would want it that way.
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On a Pedestal
Once upon a time, the dark-haired girl had been a superheroine. Once, she had flown high above the city defending the weak, helping the helpless. Once, she had been a woman with hopes and dreams, fears and responsibilities.
That was before Pervection had found her, erased her past, reshaped her body, ensnared her soul, rewritten her mind, and smoothed out her every rough edge.
Now, the dark-haired girl knew nothing but bliss as Pervection’s latest masterpiece.
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Pervection reshapes a heroine in Libido League #11, “Price of Perfection,” available from Smashwords and Amazon.
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Extraordinary Rendition
“I’ll never talk, you fuckers!” shouted the super villainess Mynx at her unseen jailers. Her struggles against the leather restraints did nothing to loosen them. “Come in here and ask me your questions, if you think you’re man enough!”
A woman’s voice crackled over a speaker. “No thanks, Mynx. I will rely on my womanly wisdom to stay far away from your seductive touch. Pity you can’t do the same.”
A hiss filled the room. “You can’t gas me! You’re the good guys!” Mynx protested as a musky, spicy scent filled the air. Each breath made the villainess feel good, feel aroused, feel horny. Within moments, Mynx was running her hands over her own belly, using her lust-inducing powers to enhance her pleasure. Before long, she was three fingers deep in her cunt, pouring sexual energy from her hands, desperate to bring herself to orgasm.
“I see you’ve found a side effect of our gas,” said the woman on the speaker. “It increases arousal a hundredfold, but blocks the body’s ability to orgasm. There is an antidote, of course, but you’ll need to be much more cooperative to earn a dose of that.”
Mynx tried to hold out, but her pride dissolved in a pool of acidic lust. “Please. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Just let me cum.”
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Posture of the Powerless
The chains, fastened by a man, drained all the super powered strength from the Amazing Amazon’s body. But her mind was still her own.
“I’ll never submit,” the superheroine growled as her captors forced her to her knees.
Her arms being pulled above her head made her feel weak, helpless, powerless. Her back being arched and her thighs being spread ignited a flame of lust, desire, arousal within her. Her head being bowed low triggered thoughts of passivity, surrender, acceptance, and submission.
The Amazing Amazon’s body held the posture of a slave. Within the hours, her voice answered with the words of a slave. “I submit to you, Master.”
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Ten-HUT!
“Attention!”
General Thea “Thunderbolt” Rose pulled back her shoulders and thrust out her chest tits. Years in the military had ingrained the instincts of respect, attention, and posture deep into General Rose’s mind.
Now, two weeks after being captured by the supervillain The Dominator, General Rose slave thea knew pleasures of a deeper form of attention as she spread her legs to offer every inch of her body to her Master’s gaze.
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You Haven't Hypnotized Me!
“You haven’t hypnotized me! Your words may be able to make me take off my dress, but I’ll never strip naked for you.”
“Okay, fine. You might be able to order my hands to peel off my bra and slide my panties down my legs, but I’ll never touch myself for you.”
“Oh, aaah. Sure, you can tease my nipples with my own hands and, ooooohhh, plunge my own fingers into my tight, hot pussy, but I won’t beg for you to let me cum.”
moan
“I’m … not … aaaahhh … hypnotized.”
squeal
“I … wont … beg … oh fuck …”
whimper
“Please! Please may I cum?”
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An Intimate Dinner
It promised to be a long night.
“I’m so glad you agreed to meet me for a private dinner, Ms. Payes,” said Vanessa Vayne as she watched the billionaire head of Payestech chew a forkful of tender shallots.
“How could I refuse a ten million dollar donation to the Payestech Charitable Foundation? And please, call me ‘Penelope.’“ the genius, philanthropist, bon vivant replied, taking another bite of her delectable dinner.
Vanessa stood and walked around the table to her guest. “Actually, I’d much rather call you ‘Platinum Panther.’ That is your superhero name, isn’t it?”
Penelope’s eyes went wide with shock. How could she know my secret identity? She tried to deny the claim, but instead heard her voice say “Yes,” in a soft monotone. The moment of obedience caused a flash of sexual pleasure to wash through Penelope, causing her to blush a deep red.
Vanessa laughed.
Penelope tried to stand up and activate the portable armor she carried in her purse. Instead, her body sat quietly, her muscles barely trembling. She felt her nipples tingle and her pussy getting wet.
Vanessa slid her fingers along Penelope’s chin and gently angled her face upward. “I have another name too, my dear. I am called Pervection. Your dinner was laced with several drugs I designed myself to make your body more … cooperative with what I want. Their effects are temporary, but I have other ways of reshaping your body and mind that are far more permanent. Don’t you find the prospect … exciting?”
Despite her technical genius and years as a superheroine, Penelope Payes was helpless to do anything other than sit still and cum at that single word from her captor.
It was going to be a long night.
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Libido League #3, “Daring Truth” features the seduction of Platinum Panther, Available now at Amazon and Smashwords!
Pervection sculpts a heroine to her liking in Libido League #11, “Price of Perfection,” available from Smashwords and Amazon.
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Field Testing Jewelry
“If you think dressing me like a third-rate showgirl is going to get me wet, you’ve got another thing coming!” Platinum Panther snapped at her captor, Terence Tartarus. Her defiance hid her fear as she realized her nanotech armor would not respond to any commands.
“Charming, as ever,” the evil businessman said as he fastened the collar around the superheroine’s neck. “Let’s see how the next generation of Compliance Jewelry does with a field test, shall we?”
Platinum Panther wanted to tell the smug supervillain which field he could shove his compliance jewelry up, but … she didn’t. Somehow, it felt better to kneel quietly.
She didn’t like being silenced, and so she wanted to glare hatefully at Terence Tartarus, but … she didn’t. Somehow, it felt better to let her face drift open and compliant.
Platinum Panther wanted to fight whatever he was doing to her with every fiber of her being, but … she didn’t. Somehow, it felt better to whisper these words, “I am ready to comply, Master.”
She didn’t want to, but … she did.
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Libido League #3, “Daring Truth” features the seduction of Platinum Panther, Available now at Amazon and Smashwords!
Terence Tartarus, the perfidious plutocrat, torments one heroine in Libido League #8, “Demonic Desires,” available at Smashwords and Amazon and brainwashes another in Libido League #10, Club Absinthe, available now at Smashwords and Amazon.
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Pity the Girl in the Glass
Sable felt sorry for the girl beyond the glass. The flicker of anger behind the girl’s eyes spoke of resentment of her fate. Sable knew that if the girl beyond the glass would just relax and let go, she would be able to experience the full pleasure that the Mesmerizer had to offer.
As she slurped the seductive silicone surface of the Mesmerizer in and out of her mouth, Sable was thankful that she was no longer like the girl beyond the glass. She was thankful that the Mesmerizer had shaped her soul until the only thing it could reflect of her mistress’s will was her utter submission.
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Sammie Sucks
As an unofficial sidekick with no super powers, Sammie Sims knew she was supposed to stay out of danger when supervillains attacked. But when she saw two members of the Sinful Syndicate sneaking in the back of Libido League headquarters while their partners fought the League out front, what else could she do?
Sammie had started to activate the automated defenses when the Mesmerizer cornered her. The evil hypnotist used a flash of light and sonic waves to snap Sammie Sims into an open, receptive trance. As Sammie fell to her knees, the Mesmerizer knew she had to act quickly. Her trances did not last long, certainly not long enough for them to get in, steal the goods, and get back out.
But, she knew something that did last a long time. Looking into Sammie’s entranced eyes, she gave the enthralled sidekick a simple, clear command: “Swallow Piledriver’s cum!”
As she fell to her knees, Sammie tried to snap herself out of this trance. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that Piledriver’s cum could brainwash even the strongest heroines.
And yet, she had to taste it. Wrapping her lips around the villain’s super-powered shaft, Sammie Sims wished she had stayed out of danger. In a few more pumps, danger would be getting into her.
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Paying My Respects
“Now turn your head and pay your respects, Argent,” the Seductress said in crisp tones.
As with every other command she spoke, I tried to resist it. I was a superheroine, not a sex slave! But that furious spark of defiance was like a distant sun, so far away that only cold starlight reached my bound body. Whatever technology was in the Seductress’s cuffs, it made compliance feel too good to fight back.
With the slow grace of the brainwashed, I turned my head to face Seductress. With the serene expression of one entranced, I whispered, “I hear and obey, my Mistress.”
“Good,” Seductress said and I shivered with pleasure at the praise. “Now we can begin your training in earnest.”
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Wishful Wand - Part One (NEW)
Being a reporter covering superheroes leads to some very odd conversations. Who else but me, Zelda Zane, would be standing in Libido Leagu Tower, arguing over the potential superpowers of sex toys with the League’s operations chief, Sammie Sims?
“Look, Sammie, I’m sure it’s a good dildo, but that’s all it is. I’m not belittling the ability to give a girl a few good orgasms, but it’s just a toy. A hunk of plastic. It’s not magic.”
“I thought that, too, Zelda. I was just sorting through old junk in the Libido League storage facility when I stumbled across it. It’s so plain-looking, I didn’t even notice it at first. I was moving it aside to get at something underneath it when I noticed how good it felt in my hand. Looking down, I realized it wasn’t a piece of junk, but some sort of perfectly-sculpted wand.”
“Right, right. The League has faced that sort of thing before, right? Argent confiscated something called the Mesmerizer that brainwashed through pleasure. Captain Alpha had an alien artifact called a Cosmic Orgasmatron … or something. I don’t have too many details about that.” I didn’t dare to meet her eyes, lest my expression give away just how much first-hand experience I’d had with the Orgasmatron in Captain Alpha’s hidden Quimtonian Refuge.
“Obviously, the first thing I did was check for signs of mind control tech. I ran every test Platinum Panther could devise. It’s clean. Except for the little squiggly engravings on the exterior, it’s just an ordinary sex toy. By the time I finished all my tests and scans, I gotta admit, I was pretty horny.”
“Sammie, you didn’t.”
“Of course I did. I took the wand back to my room and did what it was made for. Let me tell you: best orgasms of my life, hands down! The sensation of those little engravings teasing over my skin—Ooooh! Just thinking about the feel of them gets me wet.”
“Sammie! I may be a reporter, but some things are just TMI—Too Much Information.”
“Okay, okay. Anyway, after I lost track of my orgasms, the wand sent me a vision.”
“A vision?” As if her story weren’t weird enough already!
“Yes, a vision. Of U4ia.”
“Sammie, U4ia has been deactivated for months.”
“I know. That’s how I know that the wand is magic. It gave me a vision of U4ia’s soul. She appeared before me and told me how to fix her. I never would have thought of it on my own, but now it’s so obvious. I’ve started the process and it’s working! Her core programming is recompiling right now and she will be ready to boot up in a few hours!”
Sammie had gone too deep this time. I had to give her some perspective. “You may think that you spoke to the soul of a machine after an orgasm-induced hallucination, Sammie, but there’s a more obvious answer. You simply entered an altered state of consciousness from overdosing on orgasms and it helped your brain put together a new solution to your problem. That’s wonderful for you and for U4ia, Sammie. But it’s not a news story.”
Sammie laid her hand on my shoulder. “I’m not giving this to you for a news story, Zelda. I’m giving this to you as a friend. To help with your ... problem.”
“What problem?”
She gave me that look you give someone in denial. “Captain Alpha’s been off-planet nearly six months, Zelda.”
“I very well aware of that. What makes that my problem?”
“C’mon, Zelda. Everyone knows that you and Alpha are an item. It’s got to be killing you that you can’t speak to her. Or touch her. Or hold her. You must be, y’know, lonely. This can help with both speaking to her and not-being-lonely.” She gave me an exaggerated wink.
Captain Alpha had wanted to keep our relationship private—for my safety. Even though I called her by her Quimtionian name “Al-Phae” and had exactly the sort of relationship that Sammie was implying, I couldn’t let her know that. “My relationship with Captain Alpha, the Vixen of Vigor, Defender of Earth, is none of your business, Sammie. Even if we were … together … some weird sex toy wouldn’t make Alpha’s absence any easier to bear.”
“But it could! If you’d just use it, I know that the magic would let you talk to Captain Alpha, no matter how far away she is.”
“This is ridiculous, Sammie. I thought you were rational. A woman of science. An engineer.”
“I am rational. This makes perfect sense. How about I make you a deal?”
“What kind of deal?”
“If you try the wand for twenty minutes, I’ll give you an exclusive interview with U4ia as soon as she’s fully reactivated. I know your editor loves exclusive access with heroines.”
“She does, but this is just weird, Sammie.”
“Weird or not, there’s no way you can lose, Zelda. Either I’m wrong and you get to be the first person to talk to U4ia, or I’m right and you get to talk to Captain Alpha. What’s it going to be?”
That’s how I found myself in a guest bedroom of Libido League Tower at three in the afternoon, drawing the blinds and slipping off my shoes. Sammie had given me the “magic” dildo in a steel briefcase like it was the nuclear launch codes. The idea that this thing would give me a magical vision of my dear Al-Phae was ridiculous.
But Sammie was right that I’d missed Al-Phae’s touch for many months. I knew that wherever she was, she was doing important work to keep Earth safe. Even so, a part of me was getting desperate for sensation. I’d longed for the touch of an absent lover before, but this was different. After sex with Al-Phae, it felt like all the sex on Earth couldn’t quite measure up. On so many nights, I’d hold the special signal watch Al-Phae had given me. She’d said that it could contact her anywhere in the universe if I needed her. I didn’t want to interrupt whatever important, dangerous work she was doing just because I was missed the sound of her voice, the taste of her kiss. I much as I wanted her, I wanted to be good for her more.
Maybe I’d just examine this “wand” for the twenty minutes Sammie had requested and hand it back to her. It felt weird to masturbate in a guest room when Sammie knew exactly what I was doing. As a reporter, I cherished my privacy.
Still, It was worth taking a look at the wand. I opened the lid of the steel briefcase. Nestled in form-fitting foam padding was white piece of plastic, about eight inches long with a slight curve to it. It was featureless except for a few engravings on the side. Their shape reminded me of something I’d seen in Captain Alpha’s Quimtonian Refuge.
After one glance, I was certain that its curved shape would fit inside me perfectly, as if it had been custom-crafted to my body. Looking again, I wasn’t as certain it was made of plastic. It was so shiny, perhaps it was a type of metal? Or maybe ceramic?
To examine it more closely, I took it from the briefcase. The moment my fingers caressed it, a surge of lust rippled through my body. Warm to the touch, the thing felt alive in my hand. Nothing on Earth had ever felt so inviting. Without thinking, I found both hands exploring its contours and pressing the thing against the sensitive skin of my wrists, my throat, and my chest. I wasn’t sure when I’d laid back and lifted my skirt, but my pussy was already dripping by the time the wand trailed down my thigh.
My reporter’s curiosity swelled with my lust. I’d need to keep my head and pay attention to the sensations to better understand this bizarre item. Getting swept away by pleasure was a luxury I could not afford.
The moment it grazed my clit, I came. Despite my resolve, the orgasm crashed through me like a tsunami, powerful and irresistible. I found myself drowning in pleasure and never wanting to breathe again. It was like a star going nova inside my blood, a million years of bliss in every heartbeat.
When the cosmic orgasm mellowed enough for my eyes to open, I wasn’t in Libido League Tower. Mist and shadow surrounded me, the smell of musk hung thick in the still air. Time moved strangely, both too fast and too slow at once. A strange tingling across my skin—both hot and cold and neither at the same time—told me without a doubt that whatever this place was, it wasn’t Earth.
It took every ounce of my willpower and physical strength to pull the bizarre wand from between my legs. It was like it was magnetized to my pussy! As much as I craved another cosmic orgasm, I knew I needed to find out where I was! Holding the wand as far behind my back as my arm would allow, I forced myself to my feet. Taking a few shaky steps forward, the mist clung to my bare feet. “Hello? Is anyone there?” The mist seemed to swallow my words.
A figure strode out of the mist, tall and dark. She had a haughty look and a magnetic beauty second only to my beloved Al-Phae. She wore a dress tattered into rags. The mist seemed to leach the color out of everything, turning her skin a despairing gray except for her warm, pink lips. “Greetings, Zeldazane, female Earthling, erotic confection of the last daughter of Quimton. Welcome to the Shade Circumference.”
--To Be Continued (next week)...
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Seeing the Future
“Yes, my pet, looking into my eyes will make you mine,” crooned the super villainess Eyesis. Before her, A woozy Platinum Panther tried to reboot her nanotech armor and get up off her knees.
“I don’t need to see your face to wipe that smirk off of it,” Platinum Panther boasted, even as she struggled with every ounce of willpower to avoid Eyesis’s enslaving gaze.
”Of course, my pet, you don’t need to look into my eyes,” Eyesis replied, the smile evident in her silky voice. “Looking anywhere else will show you your own reflection in the shiny black coating that clings to my flawless skin. You will see yourself as you should be: Weak. Needy. Desperate. On your knees. Mine.”
Platinum Panther saw exactly that in the villainess’s polished boot. I look so hot on my knees she thought. No! Gotta get up! The heroine pushed herself higher. She fought to avoid the seductive reflection of the shiny black material. She saw a flash of pale, ivory skin, and then the two most beautiful eyes she had ever beheld.
“Look where you like, my pet. Everywhere you look, you will see your future as my slave.”
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Hanging, Helpless, and Hungry
Sable didn’t know how long she had been hanging helplessly in Terence Tartarus’s mansion, nude and bound. Hours? Days? Years? The sweet, musky scent of the latest Absinthe Industries’ aphrodisiac filled her lungs with every breath. Its cloying aroma smothered thought and corroded willpower. The only feeling it left behind was lust. Raw, naked need.
When Terence Tartarus finally offered his cock to the once-defiant heroine, she took it desperately, eagerly, gratefully. Sable was so so happy that her lifetime of freedom had finally come to an end. That end felt like bliss itself. She wanted more. She wanted to be owned.
Terence Tartarus was only too happy to oblige.
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Heroine for Sale
“Gentlemen and Ladies, let us start the bidding,” crowed Terence Tartarus, the supervillain businessman. “The world-class super heroine Amazing Amazon is now for sale!”
“You will note that her strength has been suppressed completely. Being bound by a man makes her as weak as a kitten. A sex kitten, of course.”
“Also, be aware that the lasso contains an enchantment to make her compliant and completely honest. While she was in this defenseless state, Absinthe Industries has applied its groundbreaking, mind-breaking, will-breaking suite of brainwashing technologies to the subject. Let’s test it out, shall we? Amazing Amazon, who do you serve?”
“This slave serves her lord and master, Terence Tartarus. Ooooh,” the former heroine cooed with pleasure.
The villain grinned broadly. “Excellent. Shall we start the bidding at half a billion?”
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