The Alpha Squad
by Romlonewolf23k
  
Montross, Oregon.   A fair-sized city along the Pacific Northwest Coast.   Approximately 50,000 inhabitants.   We have good local industry, a strong economy, a good local college, and plenty of tourism.   We also have our own superhero team, the Alpha Squad.   I should know, because I’m one of the Team’s members.   I go by Titan when in costume, but you can call me Edward Graham.   
  
Yes, Edward Graham, of Graham Industries, Graham Technologies, and Graham Studios.     THE biggest employer in Montross.   I also finance the team’s superheroic activities, as well as manage their licensing and marketing.   And together, we protect the Pacific Northwest’s citizens from various threats: ordinary criminals, organized crime, supervillains, the odd monsters, and even members of IRON.   And on occasion, we even intervene in heroic acts on a more national and even global level.
  
As Titan, I appear to be one of those almost ordinary “Flying Brick” heroes; super-strength, invulnerability, flight, etc.   ...But the truth is, my powers are exclusively mind-based.   I’m a Psionic with a very, VERY wide range of strong powers.   My Telekinetic skills are such that I can fly, lift huge weights and create a nigh-indestructible psychokinetic shield.   My Extra-Sensory Powers grant me clairvoyance and clairaudience that let me simulate a wide range of “super-senses”, I use pyrokinesis for “heat vision” and “frost breath”, and I’ve even mastered Teleportation to the point of simulating super-speed well enough to fool outsiders that I just “move too fast to see.”   I’m also an incredibly powerful telepath, but this is a secret known to only me and my teammates.
  
Our Team Leader is Astralla.   While she outwardly resembles a three-eyed, 
green-furred vixen, she’s actually an alien refugee from a hostile star empire called the Ausot Empire, embued with something called the Astro-Force, an energy she can manipulate to create various force constructs of anything she can imagine.   Also, I use “her’ as a pronoun, but she’s really a hermaphrodite, like all members of her species.
  
Then there’s Shadowstar, aka Noah Scott.   An escapee from IRON, augmented as a super-soldier and given the ability to meld into shadows.   I first met him when he was sent to one of my companies to steal some corporate secrets.   I stopped him, then got him to see through IRON’s brainwashing and convinced him to join the Good Guys.   He’s good at sneaking around and detective work.
  
Then we have Defiance, our team Speedster.   Real name Matthew Alvarez.   That white-and-brown lop rabbit is a natural-born mutant, who “broke through” into his powers at the age of 14 when escaping his abusive father.   He spent five years afterwards on the run from the authorities and from mutant hate groups, before finding his way to Montross, where Astralla and I found him and not only gave him shelter, but helped him train his abilities and become a hero.
  
Crusher, aka Nola Cabrera, is another mutant, a rhino with an amazonian physique and raw power that allows her to actually perform the feats of strength I can only pretend to have, minus flight.   A bit rough on the edges, never really lost that “biker chick” persona she had when we first met.   Former independent bounty hunter, now technically on my payroll.
  
Sunspot.   Real name Lilly Harvey.   Peregrin Hawk.   Was one of my employees at Graham Technologies before a lab accident with a particle accelerator, which altered her molecular structure.   Now she’s a living fusion generator, with powers of heat and light generation.   She’s also constantly experimenting with what she can do with her powers.
  
Waterwyrm, our newest recruit, is also our most controversial one, as she was originally a supervillain eco-terrorist with a grudge against surface-dwellers and their ocean-exploiting, which was threatening her home colony of pacific-dwelling water dragons.   This grudge was exacerbated by some of the toxic chemicals being dumped near their colony, as an allergic reaction was driving them insane with rage.   After a few confrontations, she was eventually captured, but we ended up teaming up with her to put an end to the illegal operations of a rogue oil corporation, got her colony legal protection from the UN, and got her to join the team on a permanent basis.
  
And when we’re not out and about acting like heroes, or living our civilian lives?   Well, I turn them into my obedient mind-controlled living sexslaves.
  
Yeah, didn’t realize I was the villain here, was I?   Well, “villain” is a strong term.   All in all, I generally act far more heroic on a day-to-day basis.   I help the helpless, I battle against injustice, refuse to stand and do nothing while innocent people suffer, and try to make the world a better place.   So what if I occasionally use mind control to make people I find attractive want to have sex with me?   Especially my own teammates.   I’ve helped them all with their own problems using my psychic powers, so I figure I’m owed a little fun.
  
Astralla was actually less of a refugee, and more of an advanced scout for that alien empire, although turning her wasn’t too difficult.   The Ausot Empire did conquer her people, that much is true, but also use powerful brainwashing technology to turn conquered populations into loyal footsoldiers, altering them with new abilities before sending them off to conquer the next world to add to the empire.   I’ve actually given her a lot more autonomy as my slave then she ever had with the Ausot, and promised her I’d one day help her liberate her people.
  
And it’s a promise I do intend to keep somehow.   I’ve seen her memories of her mothers and sisters, and by God I’ve never wanted to collect a whole family set more.   Their species has no Incest taboo, after watching memories of her “coming of age” ceremony, where she was essentially gangbanged by every member of her immediate and extended family, well…   Now I want to get adopted.
  
Shadowstar was actually far more of an IRON loyalist, a true believer in their cause.   He’d yet to commit any actual atrocities as a member of their group, however, so it didn’t take me too much of an effort to alter his memories and thought patterns so he’d “realize” they’d been lying to him all this time.   I’m still careful around him, and routinely reinforce his reprogramming.   And by “routinely”, I mean at least once a day, after I’ve finished filling that feline ass with one of my thick loads of cum, or after he’s done stuffing my ass with one of his.   Yes, I’m a “switch hitter”, or whatever the term is.
  
We found Defiance after following rumors about a strange blurry thing shoplifting stores and gas-stations and pick-pocketing random people on the street.   He led us on a merry chase across the city, Astralla and I, but my teleportation allowed me to keep up until the kid collapsed from exhaustion and hunger.   Giving him the first full meal he’d had in years was all the opportunity I needed to begin reprogramming him.   But strangely?   Considering how good his life has become as one of my thralls, I barely need to influence him much anymore.   He’s become a genuine submissive for me.   I don’t think I’ve ever seen him happier than when he’s sucking on my cock, or taking it up his tight ass.
  
Crusher’s addition to my harem team was one of desperation, as the bounty hunter stumbled upon me, Shadowstar and Defiance having post-capture fun with two members of the Sisterhood of the Nether, and she immediately accused us of being rapists, an accusation I took particular offense with. After a brutal fight, I did manage to telepathically subdue the vigilante, before probing her mind to learn she’d been raped years ago, a traumatic event that triggered her own breakthrough.   After calming her down and making her comfortable with her body again, the boys and I made her forget all about the trauma and made her love sex again.   Although she’s still hesitant about sex with males outside the team (and is actually a real cockslut with her teammates), she’s indulged in a string of lesbian relationships she enjoys regaling us in explicit detail, so much so that I barely need to probe her memories to watch them.
  
Lily Harvey, being one of my more prized employees, had already gone through an “interview” with me, where I implanted post-hypnotic triggers, allowing me to assume control of her at any time.   This made it easy for me to implant the idea of willingly becoming a superhero after her unforeseen accident, even making her think it was her own idea.   Her husband Tom even loved the idea, and helped her design the costume.   They’re such a cute couple, you know.   I’m really happy I set them up together after that threesome..   I just saw the chemistry between them when Tom was fucking her ass while I fucking her pussy, and just removed his inhibitions in confessing his feelings to her.   The Honeymoon Orgy was even better, with the addition of the bridesmaids and groomsmen.
  
Finally, Waterwyrm was a first new experiment of mine, to start turning a supervillain into a superhero.   While she had legitimate grievances towards us land-dwellers, she showed no consideration for the well-being of innocent bystanders in her eco-terrorist activities, and that was something I wasn’t going to let stand.   So, after luring her into an ambush so the team could restrain her sufficiently, I was finally able to bring her completely under my control, and through here we were soon able to subvert and assume control of the other sea dragons..   We concocted a story about toxic chemicals driving the sea dragons insane with rage as a cover for their sudden change in attitude, and I decided to pin the blame on a corporate rival of mine with a “sketchy” environmental track record.   
  
The public bought it up, and Waterwyrm (or Shuzdis, as her given name) was more then happy to join the team.   I actually didn’t even have to mind control her into believing that sexually servicing team-members was every new recruit’s duty, by that point.   I still loving using her lovely horns as “handlebars” when she gives me head.
  
They are far from my only mind controlled sex-slaves, of course.   As you may have guessed from my mention of Sunspot, I do use mind control on my employees.   Most of them I just make them agree with my suggestions, or make them forget anything “questionable” they might witness, but the ones I find most attractive, be they male or female, I leave in “pre-programmed” instructions I can trigger as needed.   Heck, the entire staff of my corporate headquarters can double as my private harem when I get an itch to scratch.   You should see “casual” Fridays; no clothing and no inhibitions.   Admittedly, productivity goes down a bit on Friday, but Office Morale has never been higher.
  
My control also extends into more Public arenas, as well.   Mayor Rosa Davidson?   I haven’t just given her campaign funds.   After she won the Elections in a landslide, she and I “inaugurated” that desk in every way possible.   Commissioner Aaron Murray?   I have him thank me “personally” every time our team rescues the city.   The Media?   Hell, even if I didn’t secretly own all the major newspapers and station affiliates in the city, the people running them are at my beck and call.
  
Not that I have it easy, mind you.   The supervillains and monsters, they’re real.   And I don’t enslave all of the ones we fight, that would just raise suspicions.   But I won’t deny that every now and again, me and the team feel like anger-fucking villains that have given us particularly bad times, and hey, they’re bad guys, they deserve it, right?   I mindwipe, clean them up and fix their costumes afterwards anyway.   So what if me, Astralla and the boys gangbanged   Miss Calculated so hard she nearly choked on our cum?   She nearly destroyed the city with her army of Math-Bots.   She didn’t care about innocent bystanders, why should we care about her sexual innocence?
  
Ahem.   Sorry, was getting worked up there.   But yes, I do believe in a form of “Eye for an Eye” punishment, if not exactly the violent kind.   I believe the punishment should fit the crime; punch-clock “only in it for the money” villains get treated fairly well.   I make them think they initiated the sex, and they start treating it as a cat-and-mouse sex game.   Violent sociopath villains, however..   ...I have no qualms about mentally ~breaking~ them.   Remember the Purple Demon?   Big, bat-winged, skull-faced bull with purple fur?   Liked to literally beat people into a paste in front of their families, just to hear their screams, that sick fuck?   I didn’t just beat the crap out of him in our one and only fight.   I also took the time to Mindfuck him.   Literally, as it were.   Trapped him inside a mental prison where he was weak and powerless, getting brutally raped by all his past victims.   You want to call yourself a Demon?   Then you get your own Personal Hell.
  
Sorry, getting worked up again.   I really have to hold myself back sometimes, you know?   I can see into people’s minds, so I know how really twisted some people can be.   Purple Demon was one such example.   Sure, he was abused as a kid, but he started abusing people out of his own volition.   He chose to do evil.   And as such, he proved himself incapable of making good choices, and undeserving of free will. 
  
Which, come to think of it, brings me to you, Ms Valentina Tyson.   Now, I realize you’ve already discovered most of what I just told, through your investigations.   Thought you were going to make your career with this revelatory article, didn’t you?   You were already picturing that front page on the Rookstead Times, weren’t you?   “Pacific Northwest Paragon actually mind-controlling rapist”, from what I saw in your mind.   Well, as I’ve clearly spent the last few minutes explaining, I don’t ‘rape’ people, I make them want to have sex with me by adjusting their minds.   Just like I have with yours.   No, no, don’t stop sucking my cock, I want you to keep worshipping it.   Burn it’s girth, it’s scent, it’s taste inside your mind..   Love it, Desire it, WANT it…   That’s it…   Don’t worry, with my telekinesis, I can hold out for a long time.   
  
Now, the real question is, what am I going to do with a cute skunkette like you?   I’ll admit, I was surprised at how close you’ve come to exposing me and everything I’ve done here.   I could use someone with your investigative talents.   Or at least one of the Newspapers I own could.   Forget the Rookstead Times, I’m getting you a job at the Montross Messenger.   It’s the biggest Newspaper in town.   You’re going to love working there, real friendly atmosphere.   I go there regularly, we can have some fun when I visit.
  
Heh.   Y’know, it’d be interesting if I had a “Lois Lane” of my own...