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Sable and The Supers Ch. 01

By: Falcinator



Author's note:

This is version 2. I went back and found not only inconsistencies/continuity errors but really embarrassing editing mistakes, which made me professionally horrified and guilt-ridden. There's minor rewriting as well.

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 her mace before she realised how ludicrous that was, and stopped.

She was being observed by a bearded old-man figure that 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 willing to try anything once and having done enough in disorganised organisations to be prepared to try anything once, and bitch-slap it into submission. "Sure, why not?"

"Very well then," the figure said, without a hint of frustration or annoyance. "You will become a Superheroine."

#

The view faded away, 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. 

Startled, she looked down and then stared in disbelief.

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 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 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 very sensible 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!" the adolescent whom Claire had instantly dubbed "Perky Girl" said. "You get a great body!" she 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 hit 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 and 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." 

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."

Claire could tell from his very level tone that he was sick of it, but the glint in his eye persuaded her not to push it just yet.

"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.

Suddenly 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. 

She had enough control to clutch at the concrete roof, not her breasts as they flared with sensation.

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 was beginning to get the feeling she may get to like The Mole. 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, braved 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 but she was in no mood to be trifled with or bubbled at.

"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 just 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 noticed 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.


Sable and The Supers Ch. 02



Author's note:

This is version 2.5. There was a text copy/corruption issue that has been fixed. I went back and found not only inconsistencies/continuity errors but really embarrassing editing mistakes, which made me professionally horrified and guilt-ridden. There's minor rewriting as well.

Original Author's note: if you haven't read the first one, this really isn't going to make any sense at all, so don't blame me if you haven't and you get confused. 

#

Sable lay on her bed, rhythmically tapping her fingertips together and staring thoughtfully at the ceiling.

For some reason, she hadn't thought about changing out of her costume into something more comfortable. When she thought about it, that bothered her.

It also bothered her that Sunburst Girl, when she recovered with the help of about five minutes in the headquarters and a glass of milk, had gone straight back to being brainless valley girl and appeared to have entirely forgotten about everything that had happened inside the Engineer's workshops, relating it as "We were caught, and Sable broke us out!" It may have taken five minutes, for her telling, not a couple of hours.

Also, but far from finally, it bothered her that nobody said anything about revenge or a retaliatory attack. They just took it as another part in life, and started talking about who was going to do the evening patrol.

Even less was making sense than anything to date already hadn't. Including this sentence.

The behaviour of her colleagues, however, was beginning to seriously worry her. If they had all at one time been normal humans who had died and been given a second chance, well, they couldn't ALL have been children's television presenters or kindergarten teachers, could they?

She had tried asking Fern about her former life and the horticulture had acted as though Sable had made an indecent reference to her grandmother. Clearly, it wasn't just prior names you Didn't Talk About.

Even worse, she had a sneaking suspicion she was beginning to play along with their little brainless fantasy. What was it The Engineer had said? "Try doing something evil, and see how well it works for you," or something like that.

There was the costume, for a start. Yes, she had discovered limitations in the clothing designer, but she was wearing a fucking corset!

Then there was her behaviour when she "rescued" Sunburst Girl. That stance, and saying ... She shuddered, just thinking about it. They were rubbing off on her.

Her telephone chimed. "You're patrolling with Zephyr!" Volcano's cheerful voice thundered.

Oh, am I, she thought sourly. Patrolling worked so well last time!

But she went, anyway.

They found a bank robbery in progress.

Sable assumed that there must be non-Super criminals operating somewhere in the city, but these were not they.

The first clue was the smoking, half-melted hole in the bank's facade.

Zephyr, saying "Cover me!" dived straight towards the hole.

Sable thought that was such a good idea she crept around the back.

Sure enough, four goons were carrying sacks of money out of the bank's back door, towards a large van.

After first checking briefly for supervisors, she quickly dumped the thugs in a large garage skip against the back wall of the bank and locked them in, disabled the van and locked the money in that, and then tiptoed inside the bank.

Zephyr was, astonishingly for someone whose super power involved wind, holding her own against someone who could shoot bolts of energy from their fists.

He kept missing her, and she had managed to stir up a small indoor tornado which was making a horrendous mess but was also making it hard for him to keep his footing.

Sable stayed still and quiet behind the door, eyes flicking around the huge inside of the bank. There didn't seem to be any more goons around, she couldn't see anybody else involved in the fight, and nobody seemed to be moving, so ... 

Taking a deep breath, Sable hoped the villain was alone and encased him in a vault of blackness which she shrank until he was forced into a foetal posture and running low on air.

Zephyr was surprised by Sable's appearance and produced handcuffs with bad grace. Sable stopped herself from making any lewd comments about the cuffs.

The bank was grateful, effusively. The customers were grateful, tearfully. The cops were grateful, admiringly. The media which turned up as soon as it was safe to do so were gushing in their praise as they stepped over bits of bank.

Sable stared in disbelief at the holes, the chaos of paper, the several customers who had been quite severely injured, and silently cursed the lot of them for fools. 

She left Zephyr to talk to everyone, and slipped away quietly. 

She was not impressed, and wasn't sure she could keep it in. 

"Are civilians immune to injury?" she asked when they were all gathered in the headquarters for mutual congratulations. 

"What was that?" Volcano rumbled.

"There were at least twenty people inside that bank. Are civilians immune to injury?" with a nauseating feeling in her stomach, she realised that they honestly didn't know. 

They all stared at her, but she was getting used to it by now. 

"What do you suggest I should have done?" Zephyr flared up. "Let them get away?" 

"Check out the situation," Sable replied evenly. "Scout around. Find their escape vehicle. Wait for them to leave, then apprehend them." 

Zephyr laughed, scornfully. "They disappear! Into the sewers, into buildings, down ramps! The Engineer has escape routes all through the city!" 

Ah, thought Sable to herself. And so we come to this. I knew we would eventually. I'm going to have to have a word with him, I can see. 

#

She chose the novel step of wearing civvies, after finding out the wardrobe could do that, and visiting his front company as a client. She even made an appointment. 

Hiding her height and assets inside a business blouse and suit jacket proved difficult, and she ended up looking like a Superheroine wearing a skirt, suit jacket and high heels. But she was counting on the rules of this world making a pair of glasses a good disguise, and so far it seemed to be working. 

The security guard sent her straight up to his office. His receptionist, walking remarkably well for someone in 5" heels, a corseted 16" waist and a skirt that kept her thighs together as well as a leather strap would, showed her into a meeting room, directed her to a chair and offered her coffee. 

Sable declined refreshments, stared at the proffered chair for a few moments and sat in the other one. Then she steepled her fingers together and waited. 

He wouldn't keep her waiting long if she didn't have something to drink ... 

A door out of her field of view opened, briskly. 

"Good afternoon! What can ... Oh, hello."

"Hello, again. How's evil villaining?"

"Same as usual. How's heroing?"

"Frustrating. I want a word with you." 

"Oh, alright then." He deftly flicked a remote control out of his pocket, pressed something and only then sat down in the other chair. 

"So you rig that chair by force of habit, then?"

"Pretty much, yes. Can't hurt. What's bothering you?"

"I helped catch a bank robber last week."

"Thunder. I heard about that, yes."

"He was a bit thick."

"Can't argue with that."

"In fact, they all are."

"Can't argue with that, either."

"Except you."

"Except, thankfully, me."

"You appear to have built this entire city."

He raised his hand and waggled it in the time honoured symbol of an approximation. "Large parts of it, yes." 

"You would also appear to have the distinction of being the only known villain to not actually have a criminal record."

"The mayor has always regarded my civil works kindly as a mitigating factor."

"I bet he has. In fact, I suspect you built him, as well."

His face split in a wide grin. "I see your thought processes. You want to know whether I really am THE Engineer. "

"Are you?"

"No."

"Oh."

"At least, not entirely. Yes, I essentially planned this city. Yes, I do have extraordinary access to the basic rules of the game. No, I did not build this universe, and I did not have any say over my body, yours, or anyone else's. I have purely built within the limitations of this world. 

"Whoever the architect is, if there is one, is a far bigger pervert than even I. Trust me, there are much worse areas for you to have landed in."

"So how the fuck, exactly, did you get so much control?"

"Because I'm an engineer, and I worked out the rules. I may not be a scientist, exactly, but the line is always only ever thin. As soon as I realised there were things I shouldn't be able to do that I could, I spent a very long time exploring what they were."

"Like your radiation orgasm machines?"

"Exactly. I'm almost glad I'm not a scientist, actually. I'd probably go mad trying to work out the fundamentals. Mind you, if reality ever gets asserted here, half the city is in big trouble."

"We're talking comic book physics, aren't we?"

"Comic book physics, exactly."

"Hmm."

"Are you sure I couldn't offer you a drink?"

"How much do you think I trust you?"

"I'm a villain, I have to at least try."

She blew a scornful raspberry. "So how come you and I aren't good little brainless bit-parts?" 

He shrugged, eloquently. "My two theories are: we're lucky and weren't processed properly, or: the boss wants to see what will happen." 

"Comforting thought."

"I try not to let it bother me."

"Yes, I can see that. Tell me: have you ever considered trying to break out?" 

"And ruin a good gig?" he grew suddenly serious. "I've never stopped trying to find out as much as I can about what's going on, but I can't even find cracks. Not even noticeable differences in brainwave patterns between me and the locals. Hell, for all I know the locals are people who died and turned down the chance at being heroes." 

Sable hadn't even thought of that option. "So can you change any of the basic settings?" 

"I believe I've been able to guide things, to get a certain type of people and Supers to this city." 

She was struck by a sudden thought. "How long have you been here? How long have you had this city?" 

"Coming up on 150 years now."

"Bloody hell!"

"Nobody ages," he said quietly. "At all." 

She stared at him in disbelief. "How ... But ... How ..."

"Nobody else seems to ever learn anything, either."

Her look of disbelief was morphing slowly to one of horror. 

"Find a hobby," he said, kindly. "Find a very complicated hobby."

#

She was a little bit numb when she left, and didn't even notice the receptionist offering her a voucher for a complimentary massage and beauty treatment at the new spa they had just opened. 

She cursed herself for a fool when the question filtered through to her conscious mind when she was already on the pavement, and vowed to have a talk with him about that the next time they met, as well. 

#

She took a taxi back to an office around the corner from headquarters, automatically being cautious despite almost certainly not needing to. 

When she got back to the communal areas, the three other women were waiting for her and wearing casual designer clothes. 

"We're going to get pampered," Fern said brightly. Want to come?" 

"Where are you going?"

"We're not sure yet," Sunburst Girl piped up. "Do you know a good spa?" 

"Oh, I hear there's a really good new one just opened in the Lucifer Enterprises building," Sable replied instantly. 

"Oh, that's fabulous! What do you think, girls, want to try that one?" When the others agreed with her, Fern turned to Sable. "Won't you come with us?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I really can't, not today." 

Sable fended off their commiserations, then watched them go. Well, that was one way of confirming if the spa was kosher. 

For her part, she was confused, conflicted and frustrated, and wanted good, hard sex. Short of raping The Mole, that meant a nightclub. 

The wardrobe turned up a halter top that was slightly less than a sports bra, a wraparound miniskirt that almost didn't make it all the way back to her left hip, a black G-string and knee-high Roman sandals. 

Half an hour on the Internet found her the best spot for trouble-free hunting, and she used the cover of darkness to fly to a nearby dark alleyway, where she had to incapacitate two hopeful rapists then critically check her make-up before stepping out into public. 

She strode straight up to the front of the queue, charmed her way past the bouncers and left a nearly critical mass of seething jealousy and resentment behind her. 

The music wasn't to her tastes, the lighting show certainly wasn't and she would never spend her own money on drinks at those prices, but the meat on display helped to make up for a lot. 

Now, she needed someone strong, big in his pants, aggressive but dumb. She was absolutely spoiled for choice.

Then a girl with a slightly blank expression on her face and the clothing equivalent of a bikini on her extremely nubile body tried to throw dust in her face, and the entire evening soured. 

There was an extremely busy few seconds before the obviously brain-wiped girl told her where the mistress was (asking "Where is he?" had been Sable's biggest problem) and what her name was (Mica) and the Super marched the slave towards the Staff Only door.

A bouncer with a good sense of oddity tried to stop her, and was left to regret it. 

The Villain was wearing clothing from Slut Disco Bunny's premium range, and had glitter on every inch of exposed (a lot) skin. She looked like her own mirror ball. Sable looked at the glitter and jumped instantly to the right conclusion. 

Mica looked at her and started laughing before stopping herself and saying "Hang on, you're not ... "

Sable let her get exactly that far before encasing her in her own black pyramid. The two bouncers and three girls present tried to save their Mistress, and Sable took great pleasure in thumping them. 

Then she had to call the special police unit, and then wait for them, and after that she was more frustrated than ever and even further from being able to do anything about it. 

It was midnight before she was able to get away, and she sat on a low cloud staring at the city and brooding. Oh, the hell with it, then.

She didn't really feel like a mere human anyway. 

Seconds later, she landed outside The Engineer's workshop, wondering where the most obvious booby traps where, and the easiest ways of tripping them.

After a brief moment's consideration, she walked up to an innocent looking door and tried to force the handle. A trapdoor opened underneath her, and she plummeted downwards. 

She landed in pitch blackness a mere split second before what felt like an animated metal rope slammed into the small of her back and wrapped securely around her waist. More metal ropes trapped her wrists and her ankles almost before she could react and she was lifted off the ground, stretched into a cross shape, before the lights slowly came on to reveal a malevolent robot face staring at her.

"Oh, no," she thought. "I've been captured by the evil villain's evil machines and they're going to torture me relentlessly and without mercy. Whatever shall I do?"

Tentacles wrapped around each breast and squeezed, deliciously.

"Oh. Oh stop. Oh, no."

Then the robot's eyes flashed bright red and directed a laser at her crotch, and she began screaming. 

#

The next morning, The Engineer woke up between two clients who had each, independently, wanted to be kept bedslaves (and paid handsomely for the privilege, an irony The Engineer particularly enjoyed) and woke them both up while he reviewed operations. He raised an eyebrow at the steadily blinking notification on his bedside console, but since it wasn't a warning (which would have woken him up) he ordered breakfast first. 

While two young women kissed each other around his cock, he watched the current state of his finances scroll across the screen attached to the ceiling. 

He was smugly satisfied and pleasantly throbbing when his rubber maid (not a customer - a good maid had to be kept and trained) bought in a tray with a plunger of coffee, two croissants, a bowl of extremely crunchy bacon and two poached eggs that were so delicately cooked they barely held together. 

His morning summary was passing into the results of his running experiments as he began tucking into breakfast, as the two women continued feasting on his cock.

He was feeling replete and lingering over his coffee, still being licked and sucked and nibbled, when he decided it was time to check on the trap that had been patiently blinking its alert at him all this time. 

He saw, he stared in disbelief, he started sniggering and then he burst into full and hearty laughter.

Seeing any Superheroine trapped and driven mad by sexual torment made him happy, but since discovering that Sable was special as he was, he kept a special spot in his fantasies for the dark new girl. 

She was still held tight in a cross shape, but her panties were gone and her top was hanging off her shoulders in tatters. The robot was a collection of smooth-surfaced metal tentacles. Four were attached to her limbs and four, tipped with dildos, were fucking her in all three of her orifices. 

Every five minutes, clamps firmly attached to her nipples and her clitoris delivered sharp electric shocks, forcing her into a violent orgasm. 

Her body was hanging from her shoulders, her skin was slick with sweat and her face bore the glazed, blank, mindless expression of a Super pushed to the point of total exhaustion but, because she was a Super, not going any further. 

The Engineer settled back to watch, his cock getting that final twitch of hardening that sat between pleasure and possibly cumming. He had been going to save it for ... But why not? They needed a booster of his mind control cum, and he hardly had to worry about getting tired. 

As he watched Sable have the second forced orgasm since he started watching, he came with a luxuriant, satisfied grunt, one slave swallowing what she could and then holding the rest in her mouth, snowballing for the other. 

As they sucked hungrily at each other's mouths, he sent a command to the guard robot that had captured Sable and rolled off the bed, leaving the two slaves locked together as he sauntered naked and with cock still hard down the corridor. 

By the time he got to the room where Sable was being held captive, she was being held by wrists and ankles held together behind her back, leaving her back bowed downwards, head held upwards by her hair, still being fucked by all four dildos, still with clamps attached to nipples and clitoris. 

When he sauntered in, pre-announced by his cock bobbing before him, her eyes briefly cleared and focused on him, recognition flashing inside them, until the next shock ripped the next orgasm from her tormented body. 

He laughed - he couldn't help himself - as he strolled across the room to her and waved the tentacle fucking her mouth out of the way.

"You ... " She moaned, before he gagged her with his cock, stretching her lips to force it in and down her throat.

It didn't even take the effects of his bodily fluids to make her suck desperately - after nearly seven hours of having orgasms ripped from her mercilessly and unstoppably, the prospect of a cock that actually promised to deliver seized control of her mind and wouldn't let go.

The Engineer had super self-control to add to his other abilities, but the combination of his gloating and her super sucking made sure he could only last until her next electrically forced orgasm.

As she hungrily swallowed every drop of the cum that cascaded copiously from his cock, the last vestige of self-hood faded from her pleasure-warped brain to be replaced with doting obedience.




Sable and The Supers Ch. 02



He waved a hand again and the dildos withdrew from her arse and her cunt, with wet sucking sounds and her exhausted gasps of disappointment.

The clamps removed themselves and then she was lowered to the floor and unceremoniously dumped, sprawling bonelessly before him.

"Ah," he sighed. "You look so right like that."

He bent down and picked her up, throwing her effortlessly over his shoulder and setting off back to his bedroom, her face against his belly.

Her hands weakly scrabbled, caught hold of his still hard cock and pulled it towards her mouth. She nursed on it for the rest of the trip.

The two bedslaves had defaulted to going back to their quarters when he left, so the room was empty.

He slung her onto the bed so her head was hanging off the end, knelt down and fed her his cock again.

"Let's start with a double shot," he said as she began sucking eagerly and brainlessly as he slowly fucked her throat. "I want to dose you properly and see how quickly you recover."

This time he took his time about it, savouring the feel of her throat as he went from just his flared head behind her lips, to her nose breathing in his balls.

She lay limply on the bed and he wondered briefly if he should call one or both of his bedslaves back but, no, he wanted her all for himself.

He bent forwards to grab her nipples, pinching and twisting them cruelly.

She weakly arched off the bed towards him, and that made him cum again, buried so deep in her throat it went straight to her stomach.

Nipples. She would probably try to kill him, but it would be worth it.

He swung himself onto the bed on top of her and straight inside her in one movement, making her gasp and weakly push back against him. Then he rolled over to put her on top.

Her knees automatically came up beside his chest. He pushed her upright. "Raise your arms, slave."

As she did so, chains came smoothly down from the ceiling, captured her wrists and pulled her arms tight.

She began automatically pulling herself up and down, using the raw Super strength in her arms to fuck the full length of his gigantic cock.

The Engineer lay underneath her and luxuriated, enjoying the sight of her long, lean, athletic body and unnaturally large and firm breasts above him. 

Any woman in the throws of sexual arousal was a deeply erotic sight, but Supers were a league apart. It took a great deal of time and effort to craft his defences, his traps and his domination machines but it was moments like this, with one of the most stunning and erotically powerful women in the world an absolute and untiring slave to his every sexual whim, that made it all worthwhile.

Sighing happily, he reached up and once more pinched her nipples, drawing them out from her chest until her breasts were distended behind them. She groaned, shuddered, and came about him.

He released her nipples and they snapped back, doubling her aftershocks as she continued unrelentingly impaling herself upon him. 

Her skin was going from sweat-sheened to actually sweating with the activity, but not even the blank exhaustion in her face had an effect on the strength in her arms or her cunt.

He reached out, opened a drawer on the side of his bedside dresser, pulled out a small and cherished kit.

It had taken him a long time to perfect an alloy and a technique that would allow him to successfully and reliably pierce the flesh of a Super, but that too had been worth it. 

You first had to start with extreme sexual arousal: Check.

You needed them to be subservient to you: Check.

Then, you needed the hardest titanium-steel alloy known to mankind or engineers: Check.

In one smooth motion he grabbed her nipple with a pair of cruelly teethed pliers (why waste an opportunity for additional torture?), pulled it out and slid the piercing needle straight through. 

She gave a gurgled, half agony, half ecstasy scream and came again, and this time he allowed himself to cum in unison, shooting more controlling cum deep into her womb.

He retracted the needle but kept a grip on the pliers until he had inserted a large ring, a process which made her shudder more but not stop her relentless up and down fucking, a movement he effortlessly matched.

After closing the ring he grabbed the other nipple, pierced it, she convulsed and came again.

He lay and enjoyed the sight the two rings made through her large, fleshy and hard nipples.

She wasn't moving fast enough for them to bounce, but they sat proud of her breasts and gleamed like badges. His badges. 

Then, a cruel smile twisting his lips, he reached between her legs with the pliers.

She began screaming when he seized her clitoris and pulled, and began cumming at the same time.

She kept cumming as he pulled it out, pierced it carefully, withdrew the needle and threaded a slightly smaller ring.

She didn't finish continuously cumming until he had closed the ring and released the grip of the pliers. Then she collapsed, drained and sobbing weakly, hanging limply from her wrists.

He waved a hand and the cuffs released her to collapse on top of him with a faint groan of pleasure when she landed full on her breasts.

He pushed her off him unceremoniously and swung off the bed, grabbing a robe by the door and walking out as he swung it around his shoulders.

Her eyes snapped open before he had left the room.

She twisted around, in one fluid movement rolling into a sitting position facing the door.

She stared after him, expressionlessly, then her gaze travelled down to contemplate her nipples and then her clitoris.

She carefully reached up to one ring.

"Oh, FUCK!"

As soon as she touched it, she was impaled by a lance of pleasure from the nipple, knocking her backwards.

Gazing up at the ceiling, panting slightly, she took stock. Obviously, although she could resist the effects of his magic sperm when if wasn't actually touching her, she must still be in a heightened state of arousal.

Okay then, she would need clothes, and then she would need to hunt him down, and then hurt him. A lot.

As she sat up, however, a maid dressed entirely in rubber walked through the door carrying a tray, the smell hit her and she realised that she was ravenously, agonisingly, hungry.

Okay, breakfast first. Never turn down good hospitality.

The tray contained two slices of sourdough toast, a huge bowl of perfectly undercooked scrambled eggs mixed with pieces of crunchy bacon, two peaches, a large plunger of coffee, half a litre of orange juice with some of the orange still floating in it and a pat of butter that looked as though it had only just come out of the cow.

She was almost through and not slowing down when he returned, beaming and rubbing his hands with glee.

She ignored him while manoeuvring a piece of toast piled with egg into her mouth, and chewing.

"Thought you'd have an appetite," he said cheerfully. "When you've finished ..."

"I notice," she said calmly, smoothly overriding him, "that you are not immediately moving to explain yourself."

"If it makes you feel any better," he replied, shifting mental gears without effort, "Fern and Zephyr already have a set, as well."

She stared at him. "No, it doesn't, thanks for asking. You mean they haven't taken them out?"

He reached out and tweaked one now permanently erect nipple.

"OH SWEET JESUS I will stab you with this fork if you do that again!"

"You won't be able to if I keep doing it," he said smugly. "They can't take them out. The effect is permanent. I was rather overjoyed to find out that the conditions necessary to insert then also create an indelible and invincible conditioned response."

"You've installed a custom vulnerability!"

"I have, yes." 

"Well, you're going to take these out for me."

"Of course not! And give up on the ability to do this?"

This time, she was too quick for him. The fork didn't penetrate his Super skin, but it still managed to hurt.

"FUCK! Just for that ..."

"You forget," she interrupted him, "I don't play by the normal rules, either. I know how to hurt you, and I am prepared to do so."

"Shan't," he said sulkily. "OH GOD, OH FUCK, I'M SORRY, I'LL TAKE THEM OUT JUST PLEASE STOP!"

"And apologise," she said evenly, not relaxing the black vise around his testicles.

"I'M REALLY SORRY I TRIED IT ON YOU I WON'T DO IT AGAIN PLEASE PLEASE STOP!"

"And promise you won't do it again, or I shall be very annoyed."

"I PROMISE, REALLY I PROMISE, PLEASE STOP thank you!"

He sagged weakly on the floor, trying to resist the urge to vomit, as Sable calmly chased the last of her egg around the bowl and then drained the last of her juice.

"When you've finished," he said flatly, slowly hauling himself to his feet. 

"Oh, I'm ready," she replied, setting the tray to one side. "I like to savour coffee. And if you try anything while I'm vulnerable I will bear a grudge."

"You don't have to remind me," he said grimly, reaching out for the first nipple.

"OH GAWWWWWWWWD!"

She collapsed backwards on the bed, eyes rolling back in her head, sweat springing out all over her body. Her hands scrabbled weakly at the sheets, her back arched up towards him, mouth gaping wide, sound reduced from words to babbling.

It took all the self control and discipline he had to remove it quickly, especially when she came violently as it pulled out from her nipple.

He had to swallow convulsively and nerve himself before touching the second one, and every nerve in his body was screaming at him to torture her, to try once again to destroy her mind with the white heat of pleasure, but fear concentrates the mind wonderfully and he was able to stick to the task at hand.

He was nearly undone when he got to her clitoris, and finished with his eyes closed, trying to will his mind to stop listening to his ears.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed while she recovered, painfully hard and nursing a deep resentment towards ungrateful women.

"Aw, don't sulk," she said just behind his shoulder, her hands snaking around his body to grasp his cock. "There'll be other Heroines."

She wanked him vigorously and, slightly surprised, he came quickly, arcing across the room and hitting the wall. The rubber maid, who had returned to collect the tray, from which Sable deftly rescued her coffee cup, cleaned it up with her tongue.

"Now," Sable said briskly, all business as she knelt on his rumpled sheets entirely naked. "I want to know if you've got my three well-meaning but unbearably dim colleagues in your dungeons."

"Yes," he said, surprised for a brief split second before he remembered who he was talking to, and grinned. "Worked it out, did you?"

She snorted. "Bit bloody obvious, in the same building. May as well hang out a sign saying 'Ladies, you have nothing to lose but your free will'."

"And you didn't warn them?" he asked carefully.

"I suggested it to them. Thought it would be the safest way to find out."

"I'm shocked!" he said, insincerely. "That was callous of you." 

She shrugged. "I figured it was the safest way to find out. Now, are you going to take me to them?"

Against his assurances that she was fine as she was, she wore his gown.

He stayed naked, which she knew was a calculated attempt to get her horny again.

They walked to a door further away than the warehouse she had been held captive in the first time, and into what turned out to be a control room with a large glass window above a wide console.

Through the window, they could see the three Heroines.

They were all in identical poses, Fern and Zephyr flanking the younger Sunburst Girl.

They were kneeling astride surprisingly recognisable Sybians, held onto then with ropes around their thighs and their waists, held upright with ropes around their necks and with arms raised and stretched into the familiar X pattern. Their breasts were circled with rope at the base, swelling and distending them. 

And the two older Heroines bore large rings through their nipples and their clits. The nipple rings had weights attached to them, Sunburst Girl had weights attached to clover clamps, instead.

Sable stared. The sight was having a much bigger effect on her than she had thought possible.

"Can't they ... Break those ropes?"

"Maybe they could," he replied from slightly too close behind her, "if they thought about it."

He reached past her and flicked a switch.

The sounds of their moaning filled the chamber, along with the angry buzzing of the machines. The sound dripped into her ears and crawled like tongues over her skin.

"Don't you want to join them?" he whispered like velvet into her ear, close enough for her to feel his breath.

She still had enough sense of mind left to say "Trying to get me there is a grudge-worthy offence," but she didn't even notice he had untied the belt to her robe and spread it open until he reached up to slowly massage her breasts.

Even without the rings, the response from her nipples whited out her mind and shLarge parts of it, yes. 

She was struck by a sudden thought. e shuddered and clutched at the edge of the console, unable to take her eyes off the scene in front of her and putting up no resistance when he flipped the bottom of the robe above her arse to give himself access.

He took her easily and slowly. 

The three seemed to be approaching yet another orgasm, independently but reacting to each other's changes in frequency and pitch of moans, and without making any noise at all, she felt herself become part of that group, and clenched when they screamed in ragged unison.

He kept fucking her, slowly and smoothly while she dripped sweat onto the console, until all four came again, ten minutes later, and he let himself explode inside her.

He slipped out of her and walked to the door into the chamber, casually saying "Join us when you're ready," as she slid blank-eyed to her knees, still without taking her eyes from the glass.

She waited, chin resting on the edge of the console, until he had fed his cock to each in turn, and only then went to stop him.

#

"We are going," she said tartly, "to need some clothes."

He thought about contradicting her, but thought better of it. He could sense that his margin for error was thin.

Instead, he waved his hand and a door opened. "Have a wardrobe," he said blandly.

"What ..." her mouth hung open for a second before snapping shut. "You designed the wardrobes!" 

"Well, of course I did," he said wearily. "Supers in other cities have to rely on actual people to make their costumes."

Fuming, but not quite sure what she should be complaining about, Sable stalked into the wardrobe. It did not surprise her when it instantly presented her with her correct costume, but it did ratchet up her anger.

The other Supers were taking a long time to recover, and were still docile and quiescent. Sable pointed at the wardrobe. "Fern! Get in there!"

Zephyr followed Fern, and Sunburst Girl followed Zephyr. 

"Why the hell haven't you pierced Sunburst Girl, yet?"

He shrugged. "Oh, I just like her better with a more innocent, coquettish air about her."

Sable was sure, now, that he was beginning to wear thin on her. More specifically, was beginning to wear her nerves thin. His initial intelligence and awareness had just hid the same pervert he was presenting while in character.

She took her three colleagues, and left.

They started to regain awareness halfway home and Sunburst Girl, predictably, was the one who clutched her head, said "Where ..." and nearly plummeted out of the air. 



Sable and The Supers Ch. 03



Author's note:

This is version 2. I went back and found not only inconsistencies/continuity errors but really embarrassing editing mistakes, which made me professionally horrified and guilt-ridden. There's minor rewriting as well.

Original note:

If you haven't already, read the previous stories in this series. 

Seriously. Do so. I won't be held responsible for your confusion if you don't.

Done?

Good.

This may, or may not, be the last in this series. Haven't decided yet. I've grown to be wary of promising "last story", it has a tendency to come back and bite me. Anything interesting enough to have a sequel tends to have multiple sequels, against my better judgement.

This is darker than the others. It is meant to be an ending, and so there is more plot and resolution and a little less sex.

But there is still sex, of course.

Enjoy. 

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The Engineer paced, part distracted, part morose, part petulantly angry.

His neat and tidy little world had been upset by the greatest opportunity he had encountered in 150 years for actual companionship, and he was certain he had lost it.

He had, he forced himself to realise with bitter self-recrimination, been behaving like a spoiled adolescent ever since he had become established as the only person in the known world with true insight.

And that had made him behave appallingly when given a chance to grow up again.

His week-long binge of ranting at himself had made him virtually celibate, and his home and workshop were operating on a skeleton staff as projects sat idle and guest bedrooms sat empty.

When his current clients had started to detox from the effects of his cum, he had forced himself to rewrite their memories and return them home with full refunds, apologies and a promise to contact them when there was another opening.

That left only his loyal staff, who were becoming increasingly concerned about him. Even he started to notice when his rubber maid started giving him unasked-for cups of various herbal teas.

His pacing took him to his small museum. 

In it were the first sexual stimulation machines he had built after building the city.

There were basic vibrators, several different forms of restraint, some quite basic machines for experimentation, a few using water and a few using electricity and even the first prototype of what would become his near-field arousal inducers.

Some of them had been used in the first machines brothel for women that he had, mostly as a joke, opened in the very early days.

He hadn't been surprised by how easy it had been to hire devastatingly attractive, horny, bisexual women as staff, but even he had been shocked by how popular it had become, and how quickly.

He had quickly opened another, and another, and then reports had come in of clients divulging their abduction and mind control fantasies to staff...

The rest was inevitable, really.

And he had been taking existence, and women, entirely too much for granted for the 100 years and more since.

His personal abuse was not helped when he started to wonder why the city he had built had been so amenable to his desires, and if he should perhaps have been worried about that instead.

An urgent alarm began to pulse. For a second he savagely thought of ignoring it, but duty and habit reasserted themselves and he went to the control room to check.

What he saw poured cold water on his self-pity and brought him back to earth so fast he felt it in his gut.

"Oh, no," he breathed. "Oh, fuck, NO!"

#

Sable was lying in bed, naked.

She had not had a good week either. 

She was angry, bitter, betrayed and becoming frustrated with no outlet in sight. Her hopes that the Engineer would prove to be a real friend had been dashed by the realisation she couldn't trust him. 

Her hopes that the Mole would prove to be interesting were dashed when, upon scratching his surface, she found him to be merely another character laminate.

She had tried going to another night-club for casual sex, but when she found a small-time villain with no mind-control abilities using it as a front for drugs and prostitution she beat him so savagely even this world's police almost wondered if the Hero had, perhaps, gone slightly too far.

So she was left with herself and although she had always been happy to masturbate, it was becoming a little hollow. This body had needs her old one hadn't.

One hand wandered between her legs and the other wandered up to her breasts, which lay on her chest firmer and with more shape than any breasts their size should ever do without silicon scaffolding.

And then there was the other thing.

She pinched one nipple, sharply, and arched off the bed, wailing with instant, mind-shattering lust, legs spreading wide, hand clenching her cunt, fingers digging in to groin and breast.

The "irresistible learned response" the Engineer had described for his piercings had not gone away when the piercings had. 

She lay and panted for almost five seconds, habit forcing her to fight against the arousal, before savagely giving in to her own lust and diving both hands between her legs, three then all four fingers forcing their way inside her past her instinctive, uncontrollable clenching and the forefinger and thumb of her other hand finding and squeezing her clit.

She arched off the bed, supported in a triangle between her head and her spread feet, bowing into a perfect half circle as she desperately fucked herself with her fingers and pulled on her clit.

The arousal was not subtle, or playful, or warming, or delicious, it was simply brutal and dominating, and the orgasm which struck her within the minute ripped through her carelessly and left her sprawled, panting, glistening with sweat and bitterly unsatisfied.

In his workshop the Engineer, who had turned on the spy camera in Sable's bedroom in time to see her start, clenched the edge of the desk so hard his fingers went white, pressed his forehead against the metal and beat the control panel steadily with his fist to try and ignore the painfully aching bulge in the front of his trousers.

He waited until she had tiredly stood up and headed towards the bathroom before he opened the communications channel. 

"Sable," he said, trying to keep his voice neutral.

She stiffened, but didn't startle, panic, look around or try and grab something to wrap herself in.

"I might have known," she said, angry but tired. 

"You can beat me up later. We have a big problem, and I need to talk to you."

"'We'?"

"We. You personally, you Supers, me personally, we Villains, the city, everybody. We."

"Apocalypse happening, is it?" She still hadn't moved a muscle.

"Almost. There's a new Villain coming. I've met her before, I had to run away, and she's going to destroy us all."

There was a leaden finality to his words that caught Sable's attention and made her cock her ear. "In this world?"

"She doesn't have insight the way we do, but she is genuinely evil, not just a cardboard-cutout Villain. She revels in destruction, and in power, and your colleagues haven't got a hope in hell of doing anything to stop her."

"So how did you escape?"

"She underestimated me. Didn't know anything about the world, didn't realise it was possible for me to out-think her. Hell, I thought she was just another Villain, but she wasn't. Remember when I told you there were worse places you could have gone? She's from one of them."

"Okay, I'll listen."

"She..."

"When we meet."

There was a brief moment's silence before the Engineer spoke again, sounding desperate. "We don't have..."

"When we meet. I'm going to have a shower, and then I'll meet you. Somewhere neutral. Roof of the City Tower. Can you get there?"

"I'll get there," the Engineer said, dully. "Half an hour?"

"Okay, I can have a quick shower." Then she added, with a voice dripping with sarcasm, "Feel free to watch, I'm sure you have been anyway."

The Engineer wished he had built a definitive click into closing communications circuits, but it was too late now. "I'll see you in half an hour," he said, and hung up.

#

It was 28 minutes before Sable, flying high, fast and alert, swooped down towards the roof of the City Tower, the highest and most artistically gothic of the Engineer's lavish buildings.

He was already there, pacing, twitchy and hyper-alert. He barely even looked at Sable when she landed. He had seen her, he knew who she was, he was far too busy keeping a look out for others.

When she landed and saw him up close, she went chill. He looked genuinely frightened. The man who built the city, manipulated Heroes and Villains alike and had women paying him to brain-wash, subjugate and enslave them, looked genuinely scared.

"She's called Gorgora. She has two powers, apart from flight and strength. Number one is, she cancels other powers."

He broke off his scanning of the horizon and sky to stare at her, intently. She went chill. Now, finally, she knew he was serious. "Cancels?" she said, stupidly.

"Cancels. You get close to her, you are human. No strength, flight, toughness, speed, anything. Your powers don't work on her. No lightning, no bolts, no wind, none of your black stuff. Nothing. She is basically invincible to us. I think she was a fluke - she ended up with a power that happened to be the complete full-house, cryptonite, game-ending IT."

He went back to pacing, fevered now. "Number two is, she takes your mind. Not like I do, which is just playing up sexuality and suggestibility, or like Morpheus, which is just dreams, or like Mesmerer, which is just glands, but... She TAKES your mind. It's rape. It's actual rape, it's..." He spun around, startling her. 

"She rips your mind out," he said, intently, staring at her, the sweat of fear beading on his brow. "She just reaches in and takes, and puts something back that isn't just you but subjugated, it's something non-human, like less than a zombie. She scoops your brain out with a melon baller."

He said the last sentence so fiercely she involuntarily stepped backwards. Her skin was beginning to crawl.

"Why can't you do anything?" she asked. "Build something."

He grinned, sickly. "She cancels out powers. Most of what I build isn't normal physics, it's built by me because I can. I don't know if anything I could do would work."

"Comic-book physics."

"Comic-book physics," he agreed.

"How did you meet her?" She forced herself to say.

"She moved in to my first city, the one where I arrived, when I was beginning to find out what I could do. Of course I tried to seduce her, it was habit by then. I thought she was different, a bit crueller perhaps, but I didn't pay it any attention.

"We were having sex when I realised what she had done, that she had just taken my power." His mouth twisted into a parody of a rueful smile. "So of course I wasn't going to have my usual effect on her, either. I just got used, which frightened me of course because it was new, and unexpected, and what you don't know can kill you.

"Then she told me I was fun, and grabbed my head to kiss me... I came that close to being a zombie. We were interrupted, my workshop was attacked because I had taken hostages. She looked annoyed, and left. She was out of the building by the time my powers came back, and by then I was in jail.

"Luckily, even there they didn't search people very well, and I had some tools on me and I got out, and I fled. I saw what she did, though, before I left. I saw the zombies I used to think of as enemies and colleagues.

"I fled a very LONG way."

Sable found her voice, but had to clear her throat first. "Evil comes to paradise," she said, trying feebly to joke.

He turned to look at her again, face calm and eyes bleak enough to chill her all over again. "Yes," he said. "Evil comes to paradise."

#

She flew low on her way back to Headquarters, eyes peeled but just wanting to make time. They were going to each try and convince whoever they could, but neither held out much hope. The Engineer said he would have his staff make preparations to leave, and she should get ready to as well. Go, he had said, Before it's too late. Don't tarry, don't hesitate, just get the fuck out.

After all, without powers, what could they do against someone who was essentially invincible?

She entered a building that seemed strangely empty, which normally made her feel better but, today, made her skin crawl.

She was so keyed up that when Zephyr walked around a corner in the corridor, Sable nearly hit her. Then it flashed on her that Gorgora may have got to her already, and nearly hit her again.

Zephyr opened her mouth to say hello, saw Sable's reaction, and looked startled.

"What..." she began.

Probably still herself, then.

Sable grabbed her shoulders. "Where are the others?" She hissed. "Where's Volcano, Mole, Fern and Sunny?"

"Sunburst Girl" Zephyr corrected automatically. "There's no call for..."

"WHERE ARE THEY?"

"Now there's no need to be rude," Zephyr said primly. "If AAAAAAAAAH!" 

Sable had cursed, violently, and then let go of Zephyr's shoulders and grabbed her where her nipples should be. She could feel the hard, big metal rings through the padded Lycra immediately, accuracy that on any other day would have surprised and then disturbed her. Today, she had bigger things to worry about, not least of which was the way Zephyr's reaction had gone straight to her crotch.

Sable held on as the heroine collapsed to her knees, not letting her fall backwards.

"I said, where... DON'T TOUCH YOURSELF."

Zephyr's hands snapped onto her thighs. "Yes, Mistress," she gasped, pure sex coming like vapour out of her mouth.

Sable gritted her teeth against the spasm in her womb, and forced herself to concentrate. "WHERE ARE THEY?"

"Volcano, Morpheus and Fern are a bit late getting back from patrol, Mole and Sunburst Girl went out just five minutes ago, Mistress!"

Sable cursed.

"Listen," she said earnestly. "We've got big trouble coming. There's a new Villain, and we all need to know about her. CAN WE GET THEM BACK?"

"No, Mistress," Zephyr panted adoringly. "Please fuck me, Mistress!"

Sable's eyes nearly crossed as the plea hit her straight in the solar plexus and made a nova flare behind her eyes. Her own nipples were achingly hard and she was throbbing between her legs.

She pushed Zephyr away so violently the Super sprawled on the floor and skidded backwards.

"Get yourself off," she said savagely, "Then join me on the roof!"

She ran away down the corridor, not quite trusting herself to fly just yet, and resolutely stopping her ears to the rising wails erupting behind her.

She had gone down three levels looking for people, and she was two levels up and heading for the meeting room, just in case anyone had returned, when she saw Volcano emerge.

She opened her mouth to shout, but one look at his eyes made her skid to a stop and back-peddle.

As blank and dead in the face as a corpse, the mountain of Super launched himself down the corridor at her, but excessive strength is not a ranged weapon and Sable had started moving even faster, twisting in the air like a diver and accelerating for the lift shafts, cursing. She had a brief idea to head down then out a window, expecting the roof to surely be watched, but as she twisted around the last corner before the lifts she saw vines, growing and writhing as fast as sluggish vipers, spilling out from lower levels towards her.

With Volcano on her heels, she had no option but to block the lift shafts with blackness and head upwards. She was slowing violently into the shaft when a wave of sleepiness swept over her, her mind turning inwards towards joyous scenes, dreams of wilderness and solitude.

Momentum slammed her into the back of the lift shaft hard enough to buckle the metal like a mould around her and she woke up enough to throw up a barrier in front of her, sealing off the shaft from below and on the level. The sleepiness instantly disappeared, but as she shook her head violently to clear it Volcano hit the other side of her barrier, the shock slamming her backwards again, felt in every cell in her body and almost enough to make her vomit.

She went up, desperately, head still fuzzy, somehow managing to replace her two barriers with just the one. She felt Volcano beating against it as she reached the top of the lift shaft, twisted sideways to exit the door onto the roof, and...

She lost her grip on flight. She scrabbled, physically, still groggy and therefore panicked, at a world that had suddenly gone less vivid, more windy, disorienting, too fast and suddenly scary.

Then she hit the ground, and screamed as her shoulder twisted under her, the concrete suddenly as hard as concrete should be, shredding her costume and tearing her skin, leaving blood behind her as she tumbled, graceless and out of control, until skidding to a halt in a red mist of pain.

"Aren't you a cute thing?"

The words cut through the fog and confusion in her mind as she struggled to focus, to not think about how much she hurt, all over.

She managed to look up, to make her eyes focus, and found herself staring into an amused face that would have been strikingly beautiful if it did not bear the permanent mark of evil.

She tried to lash out with a foot at the woman's knee, but Gorgora only laughed, the kick landing like a damp tissue. 

"You're human now," Gorgora said mockingly, and held up a sleek black device with two fangs protruding from the end. "And that means that this is really going to hurt."

As the stun gun was pushed into her left breast it made Sable scream more than she had ever screamed before.

#

The Engineer got back to his Workshop, told his security systems to run through their reports, and then saw, live, Sable being captured.

He collapsed into a chair, eyes glued to the screen as the Super convulsed, went limp, and was picked up and carried away, west, towards the edge of the city, thankfully in the opposite direction to his home.

He switched cameras, feeling empty, and saw Volcano and Morpheus blankly wait until Gorgora's influence had left and then follow her. He switched cameras again and saw Zephyr, still Super, with costume in tatters, wrapped in Fern's vines, helplessly orgasmic, shuddering as her breasts were wrapped snugly in creepers and tendrils curled slowly around her nipples, spreading herself wide as roots blindly nosed their way inside her, pushing through the Lycra of her suit. 

He felt sick.

That was it, then. Time to get the fuck out of Dodge.

He flicked through other reports, seeing a procession of major and minor Villains captured, first by Gorgora and then by major Villains, then he slumped, drained. 

Only one... Hang on.

His brow furrowed. Something...

He flicked through the cameras again, from the start, then shook his head and started again, more slowly this time.

This his brow cleared, his eyebrows rose.

He stopped, rewound, restarted.

He returned to the start of the scene and watched, spellbound, as Gorgora landed, confronted Voltira, laughed at the Villain's confusion when lightning failed to spring from her hands, stepped forwards and knocked the yellow and black clad woman senseless.

At that moment he stopped the video, re-centred, zoomed in. Played. Stopped, rewound, pressed a button that replaced pixels where none had been, and played again. 

There.

They had been on a rooftop, and had been standing next to an advertising sign. The sign was an Engineer experiment, not a conventional product.

He grinned. He began to chuckle. Finally, he began to laugh, more out of relief than actual hope, but there was hope, finally, of a sort.

#

When Sable awoke, she was alert in an instant. She was shackled in a tight cross shape, completely naked, in a dirty warehouse containing Supers and Villains, a very few naked and shackled, the rest naked, blank-eyed and standing or wandering with little seeming goal in mind.




Sable and The Supers Ch. 03



Her eyes snapped from side to side. She could see nobody else, certainly not Gorgora, and could see no open or even closed doors. 

She experimentally flexed her fingers, and couldn't move them a single millimetre. A panicked glance revealed hard gel solidified around her whole hands.

She tried twisting her hands, clenching them and beating them against the wall, but there was no give. 

Okay, stay calm. 

She concentrated very hard on a spot just in front of her face. Nothing happened.

She tried again. Still nothing happened, but she could feel the tension in her fingers.

Okay, so perhaps she couldn't create her blackness without using her hands.

She risked a look around. The strung-up Supers and Villains had gel coating eyes here, hands there, or entire limbs over there. She could see Zephyr three bodies to her left - her hands were also covered.

The Villains she mostly couldn't recognise, but she saw Voltira with her hands covered.

She forced herself to think. If they were disabled, it meant that Gorgora's effect wasn't permanent - well, she knew that - and that not only was she not here, but she wasn't expecting to come back soon. That was a positive.

But it left her with the problem of how to escape first. Without her power...

Oh yes, of course there was always strength.

She braced herself, tightened her muscles and tried to wrench her ankles and wrists away from the wall. Nothing happened. She tried pulling them in to her torso, and didn't even get a loosening.

She tried wrenching herself around, twisting violently, but could not even raise her shoulder off the wall.

"Son of a mangy bitch," she said softly. Abruptly one of the naked, catatonic figures standing in the middle of the space came to life and turned towards her.

She went deathly still but she had been noticed, and the dull-eyed Villain was not intelligent enough any longer to doubt her own ears.

She was tall and fit like any other Villain, but with an air of voluptuousness and simmering sexuality, even with lifeless eyes, that made Sable shiver. Her breasts were even slightly fuller, her hips wider and rounder, a touch of feminine softness covered her muscles and her walk, despite the emptiness in her eyes, was more seductive than the strut of most female Supers.

She walked towards her mechanically, stopped mechanically, and opened her mouth to speak mechanically. 

"You're Sable," she stated, leadenly. "I'm Libentina. Mistress told me to play with you to keep you occupied until she came back." 

Sable's stomach curdled. She knew exactly what "play with" meant and had not the slightest interest in being played with by a girl even if she had time for it.

The trouble was, being immovably restrained wasn't giving her a lot of options or even bargaining points. She knew how far stating her rights would get her, and attempting to engage the automaton in front of her in conversation was promising to be just as useful.

But, probably her only option.

"Hello Libentina, I don't believe we've met!" she said in her most charming voice.

There was a fraction of a pause, and then the robot behind Libentina's eyes decided to dismiss the comment.

Sable was trying very hard to ignore a growing sense of gibbering terror at the complete suppression of personality and intellect in the Villain's face. She was beginning to see what the Engineer had meant when he referred to Gorgora's mind control techniques, and was sincerely wishing she couldn't. There didn't seem to be any way back from this.

"Can't we talk first?" She asked, desperately, as the Villain continued to slowly walk towards her. 

"Not necessary."

Well, a response was something.

"But I need to talk before I get in the mood, you know?"

"Not with me, you will not," Libentina said as she raised her hand, palm out and fingers spread.

"Look, honey," Sable said desperately as Libentina's hand approached her belly. "I just don't swing for sisters, you know what I mean?"

Libentina looked her straight in the eye, and for the first time Sable could see something, not yet a spark but perhaps an ember of personality, that hinted at the woman she had been before Gorgora sunk her talons into her brain. 

"Everyone swings for Libentina," the Villain said before pressing her hand firmly over Sable's belly.

Sable had been braced for the gradual, emotionless arousal of the Engineer's inducers, or even the devastating, total ecstasy of the responses embedded when her nipples and clit had been pierced. 

But the warmth that flooded her entire being from the palm over her lower belly was something else entirely. She gasped, half in surprise and half in physical shock as every inch of her skin tingled as though just awoken, and her muscles were suffused with the energy and glow of a good stretch.

She blinked and stared at the knowingly smirking Villain in front of her.

"you're not even going to offer me a drink first?" She asked weakly, but sounded dazed even to her ears. 

Libentina pressed her hand firmly against her belly and it felt as though a lover, at the height of passion, had grabbed her breast and squeezed it.

"OOOOOOHHHHH!"

The Villain's fingers moved, caressing her skin.

Sable railed against her traitorously hyper-responsive, over-sexed body but she could not stop the moan of pure lust that burst out of her when she felt what might be tongues, or fingers, or feathers, play over every inch of her skin, nearly making her cum right then.

Libentina leaned forwards and gently sucked Sable's right nipple into her mouth, nursing on it tenderly. 

"AAAAAAHHHHHH, GOOOOOOOOOOD!"

Libentina firmly sucked the nipple further into her mouth and Sable's mind broke. 

She came, screaming, her stretched body vibrating like a bowstring. Then Libentina bit down on the nipple and she came again, her scream rising an octave.

Her nipple popped out of Libentina's mouth, wet with saliva, and the Villain stepped back, taking her hand off Sable's belly.

Sable recovered slowly, eyelids opening lethargically to reveal eyes still glazed.

She blinked and looked at the smirking Villain in confusion.

How could she possibly have doubted such a beautiful, desirable goddess? 

Libentina leaned forwards, lips parted. Sable met her eagerly, mouths closing over each other and sealing together. The Villain's tongue slid past her own lips and over Sable's, exploring possessively. 

When she pulled back, the smirk on her face had grown into a grin and gained lustfully bright eyes. "Everyone swings for me."

The Villain slid down Sable's body, her breath hot on the Hero's skin.

Sable couldn't concentrate, couldn't think properly of anything except the fact she was uncontrollably in love with Libentina. Every time she tried to remember what she was angry about, what she was fighting for, the face and body of Libentina kept filling her vision, a gorgeous, utterly irresistible woman, a big-breasted, flawless-skinned goddess...

Sable gasped, tried to arch backwards against the bonds that held her stretched against the wall. Her goddess' tongue was drawing slowly up her outer lips.

She shuddered violently as fingers spread her and the tongue lapped at her entrance, her juices beginning to gush.

Two fingers slid slowly up inside her, caressing her slick walls until Libentina's knuckles were firmly pressed against her entrance.

The fingers twisted inside her, drawing a long, strangled groan from deep in her lungs. A thumb pressed against her clitoris, firmly, and the roiling in her belly turned into searing heat.

She convulsed against the wall, screaming in lust as the thumb ground against tissue hyper-sensitised by the Engineer.

Libentina stood up, leaning in, her hand still firmly in and on Sable's cunt, her full breasts pressing against Sable's harder ones, and smiled excitedly into the Hero's flushed, sex-crazed face.

"Oh, the Engineer got to you, as well! I love it when he does that! It makes it so much easier to get you in the mood!"

She stepped back, grabbed one of Sable's nipples with her spare hand and wrenched it away from the breast, making Sable scream with lust.

Libentina lunged forward, swallowing the scream through sealed lips. She kept her grip on the nipple as she ground her other hand into Sable's cunt, using her thumb to drill the Hero's clit into her pubic bone. The muffled screams in her mouth went up a notch.

Libentina pulled back, not letting go or relaxing tension. "Now," she said, taunting, "cum, you do-gooder, pathetic cum-slut little bitch."

Sable exploded, gushing around Libentina's fingers, her wail of ecstasy echoing inside the metal space, her head jerking back repeatedly into the wall, every muscle tight as a bowstring but none of her bonds moving.

Libentina didn't relax her grip on the nipple until Sable had finished, taking minutes to wind down. She released the engorged nub and then stroked it gently, drawing a weak moan of sensual lust from her captive.

"I'm not allowed to let you down," she whispered into Sable's face. "So we have to make do with what we've got." 

She put her hands on the wall and began to climb upwards, sliding her body over Sable's until she could suffocate the Hero between her sumptuous breasts.

Sable inhaled her Mistress' sweet, spicy scent, opened her mouth and pressed her lips into the flesh before her. Libentina laughed, wriggled her torso against Sable's head and then kept climbing, the Hero's mouth painting desperate kisses on her belly until it reached the cleft between her legs.

Sable had never in her life eaten a woman, or had the desire to, but Libentina's dominance came with the gift of instinct and her tongue slid up and between in just the right way to make her Mistress happy.

She sucked the flaps of Libentina's lips into her mouth, and nibbled on them. She slid her tongue as far as she could into Libentina's deliciously tart-tasting hole, while the Villain groaned happily and her fingers curled into claws against the wall.

Inexperienced lips and tongue found the clit and rubbed it then sucked on it and Libentina arched away from the wall, crying out as she came, soaking Sable's face in a gush of cum.

And then reality returned. Sable felt her own will return like a torrent of cold water, and with it the almost painful emptiness of losing her powers. With Libentina's taste on her tongue and over her face she nearly vomited, fighting desperately to keep control of her guts.

Libentina fell off the wall, crashing to the ground with a human shriek of pain and lay there, stunned and bleeding.

Sable felt a yawning abyss of inevitability open up underneath her and didn't even notice the gel around her hands had gone.

The doors at the end of the warehouse ground slowly open and Gorgora drifted through.

She came straight to Sable, singling her out instantly as being awake, a satisfied and anticipatory smile twisting her lips.

"I love Supers, they have such lovely pretty bodies!" she said. "Such lovely toys to have around!"

Sable found herself struck speechless by being referred to as an object already.

Then she screamed in unalloyed pain as Gorgora grabbed her tits and squeezed, painfully hard.

The Villain moved her grip to Sable's nipples and pinched hard. 

The flesh conditioning had survived when Sable's powers hadn't. She screamed again, but this time in ecstasy.

Gorgora giggled. "So many in this city do that! That's so fun!"

She gave Sable's nipples another twist, and then dropped her hand lower.

Sable was reeling from irresistible arousal, but also from being so impossibly aroused as a human. Never in her life had she ever been so horny and her human body felt it would burn up.

When Gorgora squeezed her clit, she nearly vomited from the pain at the same time as she came, wetting the Villain's fingers.

"Oh, yes! You'll be fun!" the Villain exclaimed. "And if Libentina did what I told her to, you'll already know how to please me!"

Sable finally found her voice. "Pervert!" she gasped, lacking in originality but struggling to think straight.

Gorgora's eyes flashed and if she wasn't floating in mid air she might have stamped her foot. "How DARE," she began, "how dare YOU talk back to ME! I am Gorgora! I am your Mistress! I was your Mistress before you even knew I existed! You should be GRATEFUL I've finally come to this city!"

Sable had a massive streak of perverse boldness in her. Faced with ultimate defeat, she was determined to go down defiantly. "Typical megalomaniac," she said, "it's all about you, you pathetic UUUUGGGGHHHH!" 

Gorgora had angrily seized her clit between thumb and forefinger, and she had lost all trace of coherent thought again.

"You and your worthless cunt belong to ME!" she hissed into Sable's distorted face.

She grabbed Sable's head between her hand and her fingers flashed white, glowing too bright for anyone but Gorgora to look at before sinking effortlessly through Sable's skull into her brain.

Sable began screaming as she felt Gorgora's fingers sink into her head, and screamed louder as they began poking through her brain. She felt memories peeled away and sloughed off, she felt aspects of her personality evaporate and her consciousness huddle in the centre of her brain, terrified, while it blew away like smoke in the wind.

Then the fingers crushed the last remnant, and the screaming cut off abruptly.

Gorgora withdrew her fingers, the light fading, with a sigh of satiated happiness. In front of her, Sable hung open-mouthed with a dead, unfocused stare and slack face. Only breathing showed she was still alive at all.

Gorgora giggled slightly, undid the ankle and then wrist shackles and let Sable crumple to the ground, twisting her ankle.

The Villain drifted back. "Stand up," she ordered.

Sable blankly did so, moving like a badly oiled robot. Her ankle collapsed the first time, but she just stood on it again and it held well enough to get her upright.

"Follow me." Gorgora turned and drifted across the floor, for a brief moment lost for what to do. As far as she knew, there were no other Heroes or Villains left in the city, and she just had to wait for the last few to wake up before taking their minds.

She was getting too good at this - too quick at subjugating an entire city. It was becoming boring. She may as well teach this rebellious cunt a lesson.

"You!" She pointed. "And you! Come here!" The two hulking men, one Volcano and one a Villain Sable had not met, walked mechanically towards her. She smiled sweetly at them. "Erect."

They sprang instantly up, fat and long as all Super men were. Gorgora swivelled to face Sable again. "On your knees, bitch."

The Hero folded at the knees, landing with a bruising clunk.

"Now," Gorgora said, still sweetly. "Suck them off. When they've both cum in your mouth, they can spit-roast you. And then swap. I want to make sure you can."

Sable had never been a fan of the right kind of porn and didn't know the conventions, so she didn't try to do both at once. She turned to Volcano, and grabbed his shaft in both hands, opening her mouth wide.

Without the elastic qualities of a Super, she struggled to swallow his girth and had to masturbate him with her hands as she worked him inside her mouth.

The warehouse rang like a gong as something struck the outside, denting one wall. 

Gorgora screamed with rage and hurled herself at the nearest window. She found a metal box, dented and partly open. She jerked it open, too self-confident to care about traps, and found a paper scroll inside. 

The scroll contained a challenge.

#

Gorgora's influence lingered after she was outside range, so when it wore off Volcano was starting to spurt into Sable's mouth. He became Hero, and shot explosively, as she became Hero and tough enough to take it. 

For a few seconds she took it, and swallowed, and then her eyes changed and she vomited, violently, doubled over and holding onto Volcano's cock hard enough to hurt.

The blank-brained Hero barely even noticed, until Sable's fist swung with all the anger in her body into his balls.

She gave the same treatment to the unnamed Villain, then went back to vomiting, retching even after her stomach was empty.

#

It was not the tallest building in the city, or even the most distinctive, but it was easy to spot. A simple tall, square skyscraper had grown platforms every two floors up its height, the platforms starting out long on the ground floor, where the first one hosted an open-air restaurant, and then gradually growing shorter to form a graceful parabolic curve, tapering up to the blunt top of the tower.

Gorgora had expected this rash new challenger to be waiting her on the top, but instead he was standing, wearing strangely monochromatic white, about a quarter of the way down.

Dominance breeds arrogance, and arrogance breeds contempt. Gorgora stooped, streaking in with no thought for traps. When the figure in white saw her, he turned and walked back into the tower.

He was waiting, standing in the doorway to the tower proper, as Gorgora swooped into the small garden occupying this platform and landed. 

#

Sable forced herself to look up, feverishly, staring around at the two massive Supers still curled up with pain and the rest, blank and stationary with no orders and no initiative. 

Nobody was moving against her, or even towards her. That was good.

She was naked. That was less good. But she would flee naked if she had to.

She scrambled to her feet and turned to run, but even she was caught by duty.

She stopped, cursed, doubled back. 

The remaining Villains and Zephyr who were chained to the wall were beginning to wake up. Gorgora had forgotten in her sudden rage to order the debilitating gel manacles renewed, so some of them would be able to look after themselves.

Their manacles were easy to undo. She went past them at Super speed, unlocking, shouting "Get out! Run! Get the fuck out of this city before she comes back!"

Zephyr tried to grab her, demanded answers. One of the Villains tried to attack her and she punched him so hard he was knocked unconscious again. The rest were too bewildered to do anything but mill. 

Cursing bitterly, she accelerated towards the door again.

#

He was vaguely familiar, but she paid more attention to his stylishly cut but completely non-Lycra and non skin-tight lab coat.

"You think to defeat me with science?" she sneered, staring at his garb.

With a loud explosive cracking sound, the platform below her gave way as the platform above her landed on her head.

Like a perfect controlled demolition, the platforms sheared off the face of the tower, collapsing together like a stack of cards with Gorgora in between them.

The instant he heard the first platform go, the Engineer opened his left hand and activated a dead-man switch. A cable attached to a full-body harness underneath his coat tightened and jerked him backwards, yanking him off his feet onto a slick padded piste as it accelerated him towards the other side of the tower and out through a neatly cut hole, sailing towards a silently hovering saucer well outside Gorgora's sphere of influence.

He swung dizzyingly below it as it pulled him up, neatly caught him and deposited him in the pilot's seat. A flashing green light reassured him that automated monitoring systems had not detected any trace of a humanoid figure escaping the demolition.

The building had been one of his first towers, and it had been simple and conventional, built with comic-book physics methods to proper engineering until he suddenly decided, as it was nearly complete, to add the platforms. 

He took advantage of comic-book physics to simply attach solid reinforced-concrete plates to the outside, where normally he would have made each one an extension of the floor and braced them properly.




Sable and The Supers Ch. 03



When Gorgora arrived, the physics reverted to normal and the construction failed.

When the pile of platforms hit the ground, they went straight through a thin crust and kept on going. 

The Engineer hit a button on his dashboard and, with a roar, a conventional controlled demolition went off in the tower, bringing it down through the same hole in the ground. 

At the same time, a ring of giant explosives all around the edge of the neatly circular city (he had originally intended a dome) went off, the thunder and blast wave muted but still aggressive inside his sealed craft, earth and concrete and steel fountaining into the air before the entire city, with a titanic groan, began falling.

When he had mapped out the perimeter, believing you should design everything before turning the first sod, he had, on a whim, built a vast cavern of the same size underneath the city. 

He had used it for construction, and experiments, and storing his more unnecessary creations. Now,the city was falling into it.

He guided the craft higher and outwards as dust billowed upwards, relying on non-visible-light systems as he was engulfed, the craft's systems fighting to maintain equilibrium against nearly cyclonic conditions.

The falling seemed to go on for much longer than it actually did, and when it had stopped there was a roar of a different sort as giant earth-moving equipment at the edge of the city begin shovelling in dirt, rubble, rocks and waste from the city's refuge dump and from, disguised as the terrain, where he had dumped all the material previously excavated from the cavern.

Still, no sensors could detect any humanoid figure, or even anything except rubble rising from the destruction.

"That's impressive." 

His head whipped sideways so fast a human would have broken his neck.

Sable had found strips of fabric to wrap around her breasts and her hips, and was caked in dust.

He stared at her, speechless. She gave him a wan smile. "Aren't you pleased to see me?"

"I saw you get captured!" he burst out. "I thought you were lost!"

"I was," she replied, so bleakly he was frozen into silence. "When she left, I came back. She took my mind away, but I guess those of us who are 'aware', as you put it, have reserves that are immune even to her. 

"You remember how quickly I recovered from you? Well, luckily I recovered from her, as well."

"Jesus," he said softly.

"Do you think that'll hold her?"

"The only other thing I can think of is shooting her into the sun. When I find somewhere to build again, my new city will have anti-aircraft defences ringing it. And they will be firing thermonuclear warheads."

"What about the people?" she asked, abruptly.

His face went very tight. "All public transport evacuated immediately to outside the city limits," he said in a voice that was so rigidly controlled the words almost shattered like glass.

"All taxis and personal cars did the same. I didn't have time for anything else. This city became inhabited when the buildings were finished. Nobody moved in, they were just there. I'm hoping they're sprites, not souls."

"NPCs," Sable said softly, staring at the billowing cloud of dust where the city used to stand.

"What?" Then he got the reference. "Non-player characters. Yes. I don't know about the Supers and Villains, I really don't."

"This is more humane." This time, it was her voice that came out brittle enough to shatter.

He wisely left that alone.

The dust would take hours to settle. After another five minutes, with no warning from any sensor, he turned the craft and headed at speed for the other side of a small range of hills just beyond the city limits.

There were two craft, sitting next to each other. One was the size of a business jet, the other was the size of an aircraft carrier and looked as menacing.

She raised her eyebrows but said nothing until they had docked on the roof of the larger vessel and climbed out onto its skin.

"What will you do?" he finally asked. "I'm heading south, rebuilding. This vessel holds my household staff, my most frequent customers and the complete families of my most valuable associates. All sprites, but they'll keep me sane."

She hesitated, a little longer than was comfortable. "I guess I'll travel," she said. "I have to see more of this world. I need to be alone for a bit, I think."

He had been expecting that, but it still deflated him. He held out a strangely ordinary-looking key. "Take it," he said, with a nod of his head to the smaller craft. 

She stared at him.

"It's fully automatic, voice controlled, an AI as intelligent and loyal as comic-book physics can make it, fuel should last forever, it's got maps of everywhere I've ever been, it's got a full Wardrobe with no restrictions and it should never need repair because it can do it itself. She's yours."

Speechless, she took the key. 

"I'll miss you," he said quietly, half turning away. "And I'm sorry for what I did to you. I forgot what it was like, having another human around."

For a split second she almost said No, I'll stay with you, we need to stick together. But she knew it would be a bad idea, for a while yet.

"Will that ship know where you're going?" she finally asked.

He nodded, then cleared his throat. "Not until I give it permission. And vice versa. Last-minute modification. I don't want to be followed unless I know who's following me." He gave her a watery, apologetic smile. "You understand."

They parted awkwardly and she rushed inside the small craft, hating to see the last of the only other Aware Super she knew of, but not comfortable sticking around any longer. 

He was going South, was he?

She walked into the cockpit, cleared her throat and self-consciously said "Maps, please."

"Hello, Sable," a feminine voice dripping in seduction said as the large central screen lit up with a simple map, centred on the city.

"Can you be male?" She asked tightly, "and neutral?"

"Of course," the voice said, now warm, friendly, masculine but a butler not a gigolo.

"Thank you." She stepped up to the display. "Zoom out, please."

He had come from the East, leaving a large area to the south and west unexplored. She tapped the map. "Take us here, for a start."

"Certainly, Sable." There was a gentle hum, the floor tilted. That appeared to be the only signs of movement.

She walked through the spine of the ship, noting where everything was. Ah, bathroom. Excellent. 

She was entering, untying her makeshift clothing, when a door at the end of the corridor caught her eye. It had a very definite look about it. 

A small sign said "Gymnasium. Select purpose before entering."

Purpose? A suspicion flared inside her, and she opened the discrete, stylish (everything about the ship was discrete, stylish and slightly baroque) control panel next to the door. 

She couldn't help smiling, when she read the buttons. So he had put some of his toys on board, as well. Maybe she could forgive him, after all. After a bath.



Sable and The Supers Ch. 04



Author's note:

This is version 2. I went back and found not only inconsistencies/continuity errors but really embarrassing editing mistakes, which made me professionally horrified and guilt-ridden. There's minor rewriting as well.

Original note:

This is what happens when you let characters develop a personality, get together and start making little stories. I never intended the original story to have one sequel, let alone three. Which also means that the backstory just evolves all the time and there may be continuity errors building up. Oh well, characters can get like that.

This took me a long time to write because it took me a long time to tie together three distinct threads, and then decide one of them would wait until another story to be dealt with and resolved. 

Ultimately, I resolved it in one of the oldest of writing techniques: Be cruel, brutally so, to your characters.

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 has evolved and become more serious with the passage of time, but anybody who was expecting a conventional superhero story will be disappointed.

It also contains what I hope are some running threads of titillation and some hot sex, with vacuum pumps and electricity and Really Big Things.

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

Also: if you haven't read the rest of the series, this probably won't make the slightest sense to you. This really is a serial, not independent stories set in the same universe.

As always - I welcome feedback, positive or constructively negative, in the comments below or anonymously. Also pictures of adoring female fans who want a character based upon them.

Now grab some popcorn and tissues, and enjoy. 

#

After a week, the only thing Sable could complain about was the loneliness.

The flying luxury yacht given to her by the Engineer was working perfectly, and continued to give her perfectly prepared foods and drinks, strong and hot showers, any music she could ask for (it had a remarkably up-to-date catalogue, which bothered her) and any style of massage she had ever heard of. 

There were also the two gymnasiums (why two? Did he expect to run back and forth between two captives? Probably best not to know the answer to that) but, frankly, she hadn't felt horny enough yet. The loneliness was dampening her libido.

The computer, although it knew how to be charming, solicitous, flirtatious and downright dirty as well as helpful and efficient, just was no match for human company.

Not, she sometimes thought darkly, that she had met many humans since becoming Sable. One, in fact, and she wasn't sure about him.

She had found four more cities in that time. The first one had looked so bright and sappy on the long-range scan she had gone straight past.

The second was grimy, full of hard-bitten men and distrustful, hard women and overworked, bitter Heroes. She had given it a miss as well. 

The third had been so paramilitary it was a fort, but the Engineer's handiwork had slipped undetected past its surveillance equipment with ease.

The yacht was now parked outside the fourth city, and she was planning her entrance. It seemed to be average, not overly aggressive or charming, if anything slightly less violent than she had become used to. She had seen a few battles at long range and the range of powers appeared to be interesting and not worrying.

She didn't trust anything, but she had to draw a line somewhere and this would be it.

She dressed with care, not wanting to reveal her uniform but not wanting to leave herself entirely without the option.

She compromised on a cut-down leotard version, still with what she now thought of as her trademark corset, that served as panties (barely) and bra (even more barely) but allowed her to wear a range of normal clothes without revealing her identity.

Tights, an above-the-knee skirt, nearly sensible boots with high heels, a white blouse and a charcoal grey jacket built up the picture of a businesswoman who could walk into offices and demand appointments. She almost wore glasses, but decided that would be overkill. 

She found a slim briefcase able to conceal a full version of her costume (a clever trick, that) and some useful accessories. She was almost sorry there were no sedative-dispensing rings or one-shot 9mm pens on board.

She parked as close to the city as she dared, put on a long, waterproof and stain-resistant coat to keep her civvies presentable and, as dawn broke, flew low, skimming the grass, into a train station on the city's outskirts.

She looked slightly out of place among the early-morning commuters, but not enough to be a problem, and she kept all her senses alert.

The route she had chosen took her through residential suburbs, shopping malls and parkland before getting into the business district - areas not likely to be either targets or headquarters. She wanted to get a feel for the place first.

A busy café opposite the train station provided a decent croissant and promising coffee and she hadn't been harassed, propositioned or pan handled once yet.

A brisk walk through the central park gave her no causes for concern or niggling feelings of wrongness, so the obvious thing would be to go into a big and frequently robbed bank and find some reason to justify her presence and linger.

There were queues everywhere, which was handy, so she found a bench along the wall, pulled some notes out of her briefcase and began appearing to scan them while scanning the bank out of the corner of her eye.

Part of her brain was giving it a thorough tactical assessment (doors there, there and there, vault through there, security cameras there, there, ...) While part was scanning for social cues and hints of anything unusual or likely to trip her up.

She appeared to be the only one wearing grey, which bothered her slightly - most women in similar outfits chose tans or pastels. But nobody had looked at her askance or even obliquely, so ...

"Can I help you, madam?"

Ah. That would be the officious security guard.

She folded her papers with a brisk snap, looked him straight in the eye and said "I hope so. I wish to make enquiries regarding your bank's investment products."

The guard pointed with all his fingers held flat, indicating somewhere on the other side of the cavernous building. "If madam wishes to go ..."

And then the doors exploded inwards, which was excellent timing.

She screamed and hit the ground, trying to hide under the bench. She wanted to avoid revealing her hand until she knew who all the other players were.

The bank filled with a billowing cloud of dust and grit, ricocheting pieces of masonry and wood splinters and a crackling, jagged bolt of blue lightning that struck the security guard in the act of drawing and aiming and threw him five metres backwards into a pillar.

Two came in, one high and one low, the woman up high dressed in a suit of black and electric dark blue, the design so jagged it was difficult for the eye to work out what her limbs were doing or even which end was her head.

The man down low was solid, his hands slightly too large and clenched into fists, his costume black with streaks of yellow, a Spartan helmet covering the top and sides of his head.

He moved at a run as the woman soared up, striking two more security guards with her bolts and then exploding the door into the vault. 

Neither said anything amid the screams of terror and pain from the bank customers and employees. The man went straight through the counters, tellers scattering in front of him like sheep, and straight through a dividing wall into the back. He was accelerating as he approached where the vault should be, and Sable didn't expect the door to be up to the challenge.

Her senses and instincts were screaming at her to help the wounded and stop the criminals, and she had to curl her fingers into the floor, splintering the slate tiles, to stop herself. 

Any minute ...

A window up high shattered, a bolt of pure white streaked towards the woman in blue and, as she wildly dodged, exploded a pillar with an actinic flair and, apparently, no debris.

That would be the cavalry, then.

The woman in blue dived low, heading at first for a side door and then, at the last minute, dodged another white bolt and followed her compatriot towards the vault. 

Sable expected them to be making their own way out the back. A distant booming/crashing noise seemed to confirm that theory.

A crashing sound heralded the arrival of a Hero through the remains of the front door, and a sparkle of light announced a Heroine through an ex-window. Sable could see a pattern developing.

With the Villains gone and the Heroes arrived, order began to be re-established quickly.

Sable got up quietly, avoiding notice, grabbed her briefcase (which had survived apparently unscathed, she was pleased to note) and made a show of stumbling, coughing and shaking, out the door.

A policewoman hurrying in saw her, changed direction and then the growing look of professional concern on her face changed to horror as she recoiled. 

Startled, Sable followed the officer's eyes to her midriff. Her jacket was open, her blouse had been torn and the ribbed black corset midriff of her leotard costume was showing. 

"Ah," she said, brightly, "the thing is ..."

The officer pulled her gun and began shouting for help. 

Sable had too much experience to try and reason with her. Hoping her civvies would be enough to hide her identity when she officially came out, and berating herself for not wearing those glasses, she launched herself sideways, around the building, heading for alleyways and less crowded areas.

A shield thrown up behind her by sheer reflex absorbed the impact of several bullets and she jinked wildly around the corner, tucked up like a skydiver and still accelerating, as a crash far above her telegraphed the female Hero joining the fight.

She threw a shield above her, hoping it would make her difficult to spot as well as hit, and was nearly driven into the ground when it absorbed the impact of an actinic bolt. 

The end of the alleyway came onto a deserted street filled with rubble from the Villain's escape. She headed away from the rubble, throwing a second shield far behind her, trying to offer the Hero a choice of two to follow.

By sheer good luck the ruse worked and she slipped to ground behind a rubbish bin as she let her shield dissipate, keeping the other one going as long as she could. 

"Quick, in here!"

She nearly jumped to the top of the building opposite.

The female Villain in eye-smarting blue and black, a complete bodysuit including gloves and covering her up to her neck over her regulation massive bust, was poking her head out of a nondescript doorway, gesturing frantically.

Well, that was a turn-up for the books.

Silently muttering "What the hell, why not?" to herself, Sable slipped inside and had the door pulled close behind. 

A lantern clicked on, showing the hulking figure of the tank-like Villain behind it.

He stuck out a meaty paw. "New in town?" he growled. "I'm Growler. That's Quicksilver. Come on, we'll take you to meet the Guild."

Sable shook hands weakly, then found her voice. "You have a Super Villain's Guild?"

Growler was walking rapidly towards the back of the low-ceilinged room they were in, and Quicksilver hurried Sable after him as she replied, the alignment-uncertain Hero shrugging off what was left of her increasingly useless disguise.

"Oh yes, we're very organised. We all have our own hideouts, of course, but we thought there was no reason to get in each other's way. We're all just trying to make a living. The Heroes have been very understanding."

"UNDERSTANDING?"

"Oh yes," Quicksilver said blithely. "They don't try and interfere with Guild activities, and in return we don't conduct any activities near their headquarters. 

"Watch your head, this is wide but the ceiling's low."

They were heading down a steeply sloping corridor. A section of wall slid noiselessly shut behind them. Sable determined to find out who had built it, and to keep a very close eye on them.

"Just one thing," she said, as they reached the level and jogged along a brick-lined tunnel that looked like an old sewer but better made, "how did you know I was a Villain?"

Quicksilver gave her a puzzled look, and pointed to her corset. "You're wearing black," she said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Ah. Sable had found the catch.

#

When they introduced her to the rest of the Villains, they were indeed all wearing black in some way. They were also all very polite, and showed no inclination to get her unconscious and naked.

She was very quickly beginning to wonder what the fuck was wrong with them. The lack of attempts to pervert her will was refreshing, but also more than a little disturbing.

It was like finding a polite, understanding tax collector who told you not to worry about the cash-in-hand-work you just got caught doing.

She was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

They didn't want to know where her headquarters were, thought her disguise in the bank was clever, but in a very polite way that suggested they really didn't at all approve of it but didn't want to make her feel bad, and when she explained it wasn't her real costume they said that was alright, they weren't used to using the wardrobe to produce different costumes, but didn't see why not.

Her head was beginning to drown in treacle.

And these were the fucking Super Villains? The ones who had just rampaged through a bank causing frankly fairly awesome amounts of destruction and more than a little death and suffering?

She pinned Quicksilver down on that one.

"Well we are Villains, civilian casualties is just part of what we do," she said breezily. It was all looking horribly familiar to Sable.

Even worse, the men and women all looked not just familiar, but identical. The men were hulking, the women were all the same apparent age and had the same hair in different shades of black, and in silhouette couldn't be told apart. Even the slim, wasp-waisted and beach ball-titted Supers Sable was used to weren't all that much alike.

Plus, she forced herself to admit in the face of the memory of the dim-witted and single-sided Sunburst Girl, she was used to more personality, as well.

When night fell she made her excuses, thanked them all for welcoming her, was admonished to stay in touch, and fled.

#

Habitual caution saw her heading west for a while before dropping below building height and fleeing south to exit the city and curve around to where the ship was waiting for her to the south-east.

"Was your day constructive?" The computer asked her as the hatch hissed closed behind her.

"I have no fucking idea," she snarled as she stalked towards the galley and its supply of synthesised but accurate whiskeys.

Her initial plans to redesign her costume and meet the Heroes had evaporated in the face of a big Why Bother?

This city was worse on every level than the one she had left in ruins. It would drive her insane within a week, and from the looks of it the Heroes had even less sex - not even kidnapped-and-molested sex. It was one-dimensional and weird and she almost felt homesick for the perverted, infuriating city she had landed in first.

That did it: she needed to let off steam. She wasn't feeling horny, but fuck was she feeling frustrated.

"Warm up the gymnasium," she snarled, as she began peeling off her cut-down costume.

"What would you like, Sable?"

"Fit to be tied."

It was code she had learned through the extraordinary step of reading the manual.

The computer paused, a duration she knew was programmed but which still sounded like surprise.

"Are you sure, Sable?"

The digital uncertainty was no surprise - it was a command you gave to be used on other people.

"I'm sure."

She was naked when she stepped through the door into the gymnasium. She knew there were various chairs and benches that could occupy the space, but it was empty save for a pillar in the middle, which raised her eyebrow. She knew what the code meant, but not what it did.

The Engineer had programmed his equipment from a wide set of the bondage playbook, including some of the more extreme parts. She hadn't originally been planning to sample those particular delights.

The jolt from an amplified Tazer sent her flying across the room to crash into the pillar.

"SON OF A BITCH."

One thing she had learned quite late was that a severe electrical shock didn't so much hurt and stun a Super as render them completely helpless for a good 30 seconds.

She collapsed onto her back and was trying to scrabble weakly and furiously at the floor when robot arms grabbed her left arm and leg and jerked her upwards, whipping her up and then dropping her to land with an ear-ringing thump on her front, something her breasts objected to almost as much as her nose did.

Robot arms grabbed all four of her limbs and pulled, lifting her off the ground in a stretched starfish.

"Hey! What the fu ... "

She didn't see the arm that reached between her legs from behind, but she felt it when the pincers at its tip seized her clitoris for five seconds.

Her anger was burnt away in the unstoppable lust reaction left from the Engineer piercing her clitoris, leaving her drained and limp but still angry.

"Oh, Jesus ... "

The arms holding her abruptly moved, coming together so she hung beneath them, her back arching as her shoulders locked and twisted her backwards, the strain moved from her joints to her spine.

The savagery of the forced arousal on top of the electrocution made her human-weak and she gasped in pain as her wrists met her ankles on each side.

Suddenly she felt cold metal pressing against her arse and then her ankles bought together, twisting her knees as her legs were wrapped around the pillar, trapping her.

Her arms were pulled together, twisting her shoulders, wringing another gasp of pain from her as the strain in her back and shoulders combined to be agony for one brief instant before, finding her limits, the machines backed off slightly.

Her wrists were bought together behind the pillar before she was adjusted minutely to roll her hips down.

She felt the metal of the pillar shift, moving to separate her cheeks, before a cold and lubricated plug slid accurately and smoothly straight into her arse.

"OW! Fuck ..."

Instantly, the pincers closed upon her clit again, making her outburst twist into a wail of pure lust once more, her stretched body vibrating like a bowstring.

She struggled to recover, gasping, head spinning, the position making it difficult for her to breathe.

Every muscle, every joint, every piece of flesh in her body was either stretched, twisted or squeezed except for her breasts, hanging full, heavy and pendulous from her chest, quivering as she tried to draw a deeper breath against the compression in her chest.

She felt the metal of the pillar move again, and a cold lump bumped against her stretched and dripping wet pussy lips.

"Don't you fucking..." she began gasping before the pincers again seized her clit and she screamed as the dildo, monstrously fat, pushed inside her with barely any resistance beyond the spasming clench of her walls around it.

She moaned, desperately, taking longer to recover as the plug in her arse, the brutal thickness in her cunt and the position she was in combined to draw out the irresistible response from her clit. She couldn't move, could barely even wriggle her fingers, and her breasts were beginning to ache sweetly.





Sable and The Supers Ch. 04



She was trying to grasp something, something that seemed important. Every time she spoke, the machine grabbed her clit.

That gave her the one control she needed - to completely submit to mind-wiping pleasure while the machine did whatever it was programmed to with her helpless body.

"FUCK ME!" She shouted. There was no response.

Gasping, she tried to draw breath for a second attempt when two arms swooped down into her view, each one ending in a large circular clamp, ridged on the inside surface.

She understood their purpose a mere split second before each one grabbed a breast, right against her body, touching over her sternum as they squeezed, hard.

She screamed, at first from pain and then, in a rising wail, from the sheer pleasure, the sharp sensation where the clamps bit into her breasts and the intense pressure outside them, where blood pooled and blew her flesh into darkening beach balls, taut and aching.

She felt a metal hand roughly grab her hair, twist it, and yank back, bending her head until she thought it would slam into the pillar. When she pulled back, she felt the plug in her arse twist and stretch her painfully. If she tried to pull her neck straight, she would only give herself pain.

She screamed in rage, wordlessly, pinned and pinioned, and saw the pillar above her head open, a curved dildo swinging out and down towards her. Resisting might have meant broken teeth. She opened her mouth hurriedly, swallowed desperately as it pushed down her throat and stayed.

She could barely breathe through her nose, her neck arched painfully back, cold metal pinning her like a spit-roast through the mouth, arse and cunt, arms and legs bent back, back bent nearly to breaking, breasts trapped and squeezed, distended and hard.

The absolute hopelessness of her situation finally broke through to her, the frustration of being penetrated and held without the mindless, white-hot ecstasy of complete lust mocked her. She began crying from frustration, trying to mash her cunt against the dildo inside it, when a cattle prod landed on her taut belly. She screamed, muffled by the dildo stretching her mouth.

What now? She thought desperately. What does it fucking want now?

"Sable," the computer whispered in her ear, it's voice gone mocking, deeper, with echoes of the Engineer's tones. 

"This is fit to be tied. You're my bitch now, you horny little Superhero slut. 

"You're going to cum when I let you, and you're going to earn it.

"Now squeal."

The cattle prod landed on one distended breast. Her scream nearly shook the dildo in her throat.

It landed on one stretched thigh and on a foot, on the other breast and then it hit her between her thighs, and this time it was a pure stimujolt, searing lust through her whole body.

The stimulation was hard and brutal and continuous, pouring into her clitoris and soon joined by pincers that seized her hugely swollen nipples and made them light up with the nerve-frying modulated signal.

She quivered, unable even to twist or thrash, as the sensations tore through her, assaulting every cell in her body as other cattle prods continued to dance over her breasts, belly, legs and feet, embedding deep within in her psyche the same response to that pain that the Engineer had given her nipples and clitoris with his piercings.

She vibrated for endless minutes before the clamps on her most sensitive flesh moved, repositioned, seized clit and nipples so hard they threatened to break the skin, and the computer's voice said "Cum, you needy little cum-slut bitch."

The dildo in her throat pulled back so her scream as her brain shut down echoed around the room, shattering a window that was proof against nuclear attack.

She was unconscious when the devices retracted, the clamps loosened and she was dumped, unceremoniously and helplessly limp, on the floor.

She woke up like that, sprawled face-down, aching and sore and crusted with her own juices between her legs, with only vague memories of what had happened but a very vivid memory of how fantastic it had felt to be so completely helpless and dominated.

She shook her head violently as she staggered to her feet, trying to ignore the ache between her legs.

"Computer?" She said tentatively.

"Yes, Sable?" It asked, in its usual eager-to-please, timid tones.

She shivered, feeling a sudden rush of directionless eagerness to fall to her knees, her cunt moistening. What the fuck?

She shook her head again.

"I'm going to have a shower. Keep watch."

"Yes, Sable."

She staggered on her way to the door, feeling an unaccountable urge to grab the shower head and, the water on full, jam it between her legs.

#

She woke up the next morning feeling intellectually frustrated again.

The gymnasium had left her confused and more than a little paranoid, not remembering everything but still, in the back of her mind, eager to go back and do it again. 

She felt the words pushing through her throat before she ruthlessly squashed them again.

Worse, sleeping on the problem of the city hadn't given her any solutions.

It was still one-dimensional and weird, less real than the fantasy she had arrived in, less varied, less ...

It was ... 

Hang on ...

One-dimensional?

Less real?

She had a sudden, wild surmise.

"Maps!" she shouted, hurling herself towards the bridge. "Overview! Largest scale! Everything!"

The yacht understood her, and showed her the fuzzy-edged limit of what it knew. It was a vaguely ovoid shape, thinner on the end they were in, and with an abrupt spike out the side where they had come. It represented the Engineer's travels, with their additions.

"Do you have updated maps from the other vessel, from the Engineer?" she asked.

"I'm afraid not, Sable."

Hmmm.

The Engineer had been moving east until now, when he had announced plans to go south. So they were the furthest from where he had started.

"Do you have remote drones?" she asked, slowly, sorting out thoughts as she was talking. 

"Yes I do, Sable."

"Can you send them far? Can you look for other cities and monitor them unobserved?"

"Within limits, I can. I should be able to reach other cities, based on how far we've come between these last four."

"How many drones do you have?"

"Five, Sable."

"Okay. Send one north and one west until they find a city, then have them monitor and send footage back. Alert me when they find anything."

"Certainly, Sable."

She heard a faint hum and distant undocking sounds as she headed slowly back towards her quarters.

"Alert, Sable."

Oh, for FUCK'S sake.

"What is it?"

"Visitor, Sable. We remain undetected."

Visitor?

She returned to the bridge, quickly but wearily.

There was a hulking Hero floating through the sky like a brick with delusions of grandeur. He was wearing pale blue with yellow accents, and not a trace of black anywhere. 

He was actually posing in mid-air, appearing to look out over the wilderness outside the city.

"Ship," Sable said quietly. "Would you be at risk if we happened to fight?"

"I can sustain tremendous damage and repair almost anything," the yacht said confidently. "Isn't he a Hero? Aren't you a Heroine?"

"It's complicated," she said, shortly. "I'm going to invite him in."

The Hero had turned back towards the city and begun picking up speed when a black collar materialised around his throat, simultaneously clenching around his air tract and jerking him violently backwards, whipping his lower body in front of him.

He barely had time to react before, oxygen-deprived and still accelerating, he slammed into a large rock, pulverising it.

Sable looked down with immense satisfaction at his comatose body. 

"Well, THAT worked better than expected!"

She hauled him inside - with some difficulty, despite her Super strength - and secured him very thoroughly to a jointed bondage table in the yacht's other gymnasium.

She felt a strong urge to strip him naked first, but managed to suppress it while halfway through removing his leotards and replaced them. 

Dammit, she was still horny.

He woke up as quickly as she was expecting, and only just after she had finished securing him. 

"You won't get away with this!"

It was a predictable opening gambit, and Sable was pretty sure he hadn't even seen her.

His head jerked up, he stared challengingly around the room, and caught sight of her. His eyes widened. "Who are you?"

Of course he hadn't. It must have been a reflex action.

"Sable," she said, sweetly. "I'm new in town. Nice to meet you. And you are?"

"I am Thunder!"

"Of course you are, darling. I do hope you're comfortable."

"You won't get away with this!"

"You've already said that. Now, I want to have a bit of a chat, and I really don't have time to deal with trying to explain that I'm not actually a Villain despite the fact my costume is all black, so if you answer some perfectly normal questions I have, I'll let you go, how's that?"

"Let me go this instant, evil-doer!"

She paused. Although, technically, what he just said could have been prompted by what she had just said, she had a disconcerting feeling it hadn't been.

"If you don't keep a civil tongue in your head, I will start hurting kittens."

"You will pay for your crimes!"

"I really just want to know where you got such a dashing outfit. Blue is definitely your colour."

"You'll get nothing from me, Villain!"

Well, that was different, at least.

"Whoops, Mr Murgatroyd, I don't have any bananas."

"You'll pay dearly for your crimes!"

She pinched the bridge of her nose. It was like trying to talk to a badly-coded computer game that only had a limited set of responses. She had a Hero who was failing a Turing test.

"I'll be right back," she said brightly, and stalked out of the room.

Quicksilver answered on the fifth ring.

"Hi," Sable said brightly. "I've just got a couple of little questions, do you mind?"

"No," the Villain replied, surprised. "Go ahead."

"Lovely. Tell me ..." Sable stopped. There was something odd about the Villain. Her expression looked a little more animated, and Sable could swear she was slightly taller, more statuesque. She shook her head. Concentrate, girl.

"Do you ever get captured by Heroes?"

"Yes, often enough."

"Do you ever have sex with them?"

"What??" 

"Do you ever capture Heroes?"

"Well," the Villain said, beginning to sound flustered, "Yes, I mean we're trying to defeat them and ..."

"Do any of you ever try to rape, torture, or brainwash them into being sex slaves? Or just have sex with them?"

"What?!" 

The Villain sounded so scandalised Sable thought she had her answer.

"Thank you, that was all," she said, brightly, and hung up.

Right.

She paused.

Actually, she had no idea what she was going to do next. 

She chewed her lower lip, undecided. 

She felt like she had every jigsaw piece except the one that let her see which way up that chunk of sky went and whether she should be trying to attach it over there or not. More to the point, she had two possibilities, and needed proof which one she should be backing.

There was an answer, but it was tantalisingly just out of reach, and she didn't know where to start looking next.

The probes would be a while ...

Well, she still had the robot man.

Man. Was he? 

She felt a piece drop into place. Not a keystone, but definitely a piece. She just wasn't sure what it meant yet.

What she did know was that the Engineer, out of all the Supers she had ever met, was the only one who had ever, in her presence, confirmed ever having been from Earth. 

The rest had mentioned "another one arriving" and "who you were before doesn't matter," but had never actually confirmed that they had ever had a "before".

Hmmm ...

"Okay, Thunder, I'd like to ask you a very simple question ..."

"You will pay dearly for your crimes!"

She stopped herself before she hit him.

Then she wondered why she was holding something instead of using her fist.

Then she wondered when she had picked anything up.

Then she wondered exactly what she was holding.

At some point, without her noticing, her right hand had closed around a stimuwand, a small, portable version of the mind-robbingly effective large stimulating beams the Engineer had such fun with.

Was she really that horny still?

Maybe ...

Maybe it worked on men, as well.

Without any warning, she jammed it against Thunder's crotch and switched it on full.

He bellowed like a bull in heat, arching up against his bonds which, she was overjoyed to see, didn't even creak. 

When she turned it off he collapsed, suddenly sweating and breathing hard, a flush spreading over his face from his chest.

Sable barely noticed. She was too busy staring at the barrow mound in his pants.

She was feeling dizzy, getting tunnel vision and was about to start swimming in her pants if she wasn't careful.

"Strip him," she said, hoarsely.

Spidery arms plunged down from the ceiling, prompting a wild yell from the recovering Hero befAh, the computer whispered in her ear, it's voice gone mocking, deeper, with echoes of the Engineer's tones. 

ore, with surgical precision and scalpels, they shredded his clothes in seconds flat and left him naked, the equal biggest cock Sable had ever seen lying on his stomach.

It lay there for as long as it took Sable, diving between his legs, to seize it in both hands.

She stretched her lips around the head, gulping as she forced it further and further back into her throat, swallowing it inch by inch until she had to take one hand off, wrapping it around his huge balls instead.

"What are you doing, Villain?" He gasped. 

She pulled off, jaw pleasantly aching, his cock already beginning to throb in her hands. "How the fuck can you possibly not know that?" she gasped in disbelief. "It's called fellatio. Here, I'll show you again."

This time her throat was warmed up, she swallowed him in only four gulps, having to lift her back to get him down her throat but finally managing to press her nose against his belly.

He shuddered, groaned, head pressed back against the table, bewildered but with rusty instincts telling him it was wrong.

He heaved on the restraints with absolutely on effect, and any other movement made his cock move in Sable's hungry mouth, which even his simple brain could tell was, in its way, participation. 

He gritted his teeth as unfamiliar and frightening pressure began building inside him, raging energies he had never before experienced and which felt like approaching death.

The searing intensity of the sensations from his groin, where her hands mauled his scrotum and squeezed the base of his never-before-hard cock, which her hot and wet mouth and her tongue stroked and massaged, overwhelmed his self-respect and finally, his self-control.

He bellowed, jerking upwards violently as, with exquisite timing, she drew back just enough for his cum to leap through the air into her mouth, pouring like a fire-hose as she expertly swallowed it all, the creamy, salty sweetness the most heady liquor she could ever remember after more than a week without.

When he finally stopped, she felt full to bursting but hadn't spilled any of it, and sealed her lips over his to suck and lick up every last drop, the feeling of it now searingly painful to the suddenly exhausted Hero.

"What powers are these?" he gasped when she finally raised her head, licking her lips with cat-that-ate-the-cream self-satisfaction written all over her face.

"These?" she asked him, mockingly. "These are called being a woman, honey."

She stood up, slinkily, moving in a way he had never seen before but felt himself responding to.

She raised her arms. "Strip me!"

The spidery arms descended, flashing chrome, and left fabric falling in strips and tatters about her feet, revealing the first wholly naked woman he had ever seen.

"Oh good," she purred. "I won't have to work at making you hard again. Although I'm pretty sure some of these toys could do it quite easily."

She leapt onto the table, straddling him, and pulled his cock up against her belly, slowly rubbing her hands up and down and purring at the almost burning heat of it against her skin. The swollen head almost nestled between her breasts.

He shuddered again, inexperience leaving him no defences against the raw sensations from his cock.

She bent forwards, holding his shaft securely against her belly, the movement pushing it slowly up her skin and drawing a strangled moan from the bound Hero, and kissed each of his nipples, slowly running her tongue over the already erect tissue and then sucking them between her lips and catching each one, for just a second, between her teeth.

He quaked underneath her, completely helpless against her use of his body. When she lifted herself up on her knees and bent his cock up towards her groin, he had no idea what was in store for him.

"We'll work on what you can do for me later," she said before pressing herself down onto him. 

He groaned, his Hero's single-mindedness beginning to flake away under the relentless, overwhelming forces of arousal. With no experience he was defenceless against the mind-warping sensations spearing from the head of his cock as her puffy lips pushed down onto and around him.

They both groaned as she worked herself around his enormous girth, stretching her entrance and squeezing his head. He was rendered nearly catatonic, knowing no response as, her doors breached, she began pressing herself, bit by bit, further down onto him. 

Sensations he had no analogy or words for swamped him.

Staring hungrily at his face, Sable saw the exact moment, just before with one last push she settled herself completely, achingly, onto him, his mind gave up and switched off, his eyes rolling back in his head and his face going slack, the twitches of his restrained body shifting faintly from incoherent struggling to instinctive rutting.

She had to pause, breathing heavily, struggling to overcome her own body's conditioned and natural descent into mindless, uncontrolled lust as, her thighs spread wide across his massive torso, her cunt ached from the length and breadth of the cock filling it. 

She closed her eyes, her hands curling into claws on his chest, as she willed herself to concentrate. She had nearly forgotten, in the rising red mist of assaulting him, that she had a plan, she had questions to ask.

The mental reminder helped her to centre herself, to focus, to ride above her body's raging demands as master of them. 

No. As Mistress of them.

The thought solidified her, gave her power without compromising her self-control. 

Her eyes opened, a cruel smile twisted her lips. Of course. She had to play by the rules of the game. And the rules of the game clearly were that you either controlled, or where controlled. You were Mistress or ...

She leaned down, supporting herself on her hands, feeling her breasts settle heavy on his chest, and deriving power not distraction from the sensation. 

"You," she whispered at the flushed, blank face of the Hero, "are my bitch."

She twisted her hips, feeling him shift inside her, feeling the shuddering response from his body and a white-hot spear of pleasure inside her that made her more alert, not less.

She grinned, clenched and wriggled again. He arched underneath her, stretching his joints against the bonds, as she surfed the fierce ecstasy of having his submissive cock massaging her insides.

He moved underneath her as she ran her hands over the rock-hard, sweaty expanse of his chest, letting her palms and fingertips feel the ridges of his abdominals and the swelling curves of his pectorals before finding the twin bumps of his nipples.

She tweaked them and he shuddered powerfully, sending shooting joys straight up her cunt, making her own nipples burn.




Sable and The Supers Ch. 04



She grinned, fiercely.

"Ship! I think his nipples are lonely!"

Two spidery arms curved in from the sides, pincers folding out from them.

They seized and squeezed his nipples at the base, drawing an animal howl from his throat and making a bright red cap swell above the pincers.

The sounds coming from his mouth were devoid of all intelligence, purely bestial in nature.

She licked her fingers and lightly flicked the swollen, protruding tips of his nipples, the sounds alone making her cunt clench deliciously about him.

Then she felt him pulse inside her.

"Ship! Stop him cumming!"

She felt the arm that moved behind her, nestling at the base of his cock. She didn't feel the carefully tuned current into him, but she did feel him stop twitching and she did see the anguished frustration contort his face.

She leaned forward, one hand on his sternum, and slapped his face.

"Bitch boy! Wake up!" She slapped him harder when he failed to respond.

"Bitch, you're mine! Wake up!" She slapped him harder again.

His eyes rolled down, full of delirium as he stared without focus at her face.

"Now, here are the rules. I will make you suffer. I will make this sex torture for you until you answer my questions. When I'm satisfied, you get to cum. Do you understand me?"

His throat twisted but no words came out.

She slapped him hard enough to make his ears ring. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress!" he managed to gasp out.

"Good," she purred, settling her elbows on his chest while her hips kept up a rocking, side-to-side, in-and-out slow teasing almost-fuck of his cock that etched despair into his face.

"Now. Do you get your costume out of a Wardrobe?"

"Yes, Mistress!" he groaned in a cracked voice.

"Do you step inside and have it appear on you without having to dress?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

So. The Engineer was lying about something.

"Do you remember designing your costume?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

She almost continued, then stopped herself. She didn't even know if he was answering, or just responding.

"Do you remember having had sex before today?"

"No, Mistress!"

Right, then.

For good measure, she tweaked his swollen nipples again, making his eyes roll back in his head, then slapped him to bring them back.

"How did you design your costume?"

"The Wardrobe ... gave me options ... I chose ..."

"Good boy," she purred, circling one palm lightly over one nipple, just brushing it, making him swell impossibly more inside her.

She gave herself the luxury of enjoying the sensation, purring as she settled around him, feeling the splitting fullness inside her, idly playing with her own nipples, the searing, brain-wiping jolt of the embedded reaction now simply lifting her higher, reinforcing her as Mistress instead of destroying her as a slut.

Hey, there was a thought.

"Ship," she purred, tweaking his swollen buds. "I think these need jewellery."

The pincers unfolded and retracted, a strangled gasp coming from his throat as blood rushed back into them.

She tweaked and massaged them as the gleaming chrome piercing guns folded down, his face once more descending into mindless instinct.

"Is he aroused enough?" she asked, sweetly.

"Yes, Sable."

She reached back behind herself to feel his balls. They were hard, hot and swollen and she could guess at their colour.

She grinned a feral grin of sadistic, retributive triumph as the piercing guns moved into place, grabbed and pulled on his nipples and then struck, two needles simultaneously puncturing his flesh.

He bellowed like a wounded bull, and she could feel the desperate need to cum in the jumping of his cock inside her.

"One last question," she hissed to his contorted face as the pincers withdrew, leaving gleaming chrome rings adorning his nipples.

"Who were you as a human?"

He stared past her blankly. She slapped him hard enough to make her own ears ring, but his expression didn't change.

"Do you remember before you were a Hero?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Well, at least she hadn't broken him.

"Who were you?"

"I ..." Confusion broke through the turmoil of arousal and frustration. 

She slapped him again. "Who were you?"

"I ..." his face contorted with the effort of remembering, but no more words came out.

"How long ago did you appear in this city?"

"Three years, Mistress!"

"What was your name when you appeared?"

"Thunder, Mistress!"

"Your human name. Before you decided on your Hero name, what was your human name?"

" ... " This time his mouth merely worked, soundlessly, and a look of confused panic warred with tortured ecstasy on his granite features.

She sat up, suddenly elated. She felt like the answer was just past the next door. Her hunch had been borne out, and she was gloatingly happy.

She grabbed his nipples, pulling and twisting while clenching and twisting her cunt about his cock.

"WHERE YOU EVER HUMAN?"

Something seemed to break behind his eyes. "NO, MISTRESS!"

She crowed with laughter, her fingers digging into his chest as she ground herself down around his cock. 

"You're just another toy, you know that?" She said to his contorted face. "Another fuck-toy for me to play with. The question is: was uncle Engineer a builder or a mechanic?"

She leaned forwards, lifting herself half off him and slamming back, hard, the groan torn from his chest despairing and exhausted.

"Aw, does baby need to cum?" She whispered, bending low towards his ear, her swollen, leaden breasts squashed against his chest.

She sat up, hooked her fingers between his nipple rings and pulled upwards, stretching. "Cum," she said.

The computer turned off the inhibitor.

With a roar that shook the yacht, Thunder came, the explosion of his cum deep inside Sable like a supersonic punch, driving all breath from her body, doubling her up as it lifted her entirely off his cock, his second spurt slamming like a kick straight into her groin before his cock slapped down onto his belly, his third and final spurt hitting him in his chest and the underside of his chin.

She landed as strong as a rag doll, collapsing and slipping sideways, sprawling helplessly on the floor where she lay on her back, her cunt stinging from the impact of his cum, trying to get her breath back.

"Fuck me," she gasped when she managed it. "I have got to do that again!"

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She left him and, rubber-kneed, headed back to the control room, thoughtfully belting a black robe about her naked and sweat-sheened body, carelessly leaving it gaping between her breasts down to her navel.

Despite her suspicions, it was looking less and less likely the Engineer had built this reality. She had not seen any evidence of homosexuality in his character, but other males seemed to follow the same rules as the females. 

So he had either crafted it out of existing rules, or ... 

Or was just another puppet with delusions of grandeur.

She frowned. Both options seemed equally likely. 

Did she need more evidence? Did she need to study another inhabitant? 

Her lips twisted as part of her relished the thought of getting her claws into another meaty, huge-cocked Hero and part of her berated herself for becoming just another pervert. 

But even so ... "Ship, put a call through to Growler."

The hulking battering ram was at home.

"Sable!" he boomed happily from the video screen as he registered her face before registering the expanse of skin beneath it, his voice trailing on automatically as his eyes were drawn irresistibly down past the bulging sideways swells of her breasts. "Settling in okay?"

"Yes, thank you, I'm ..."

Suddenly, her hand slapped the disconnect. She sat staring at his after-image in shock.

There was a third possibility she hadn't even begun to consider.



Sable and The Supers Ch. 05



Author's note:

This is version 2. I went back and found not only inconsistencies/continuity errors but really embarrassing editing mistakes, which made me professionally horrified and guilt-ridden. There's minor rewriting as well.

Original note:

It's amusing when you notice you miss-typed "villainous", like a villain, as "villainess," a female villain. Freudian slip of the fingers. A villainous Villainess.

Now: If you have not been following this series - don't start now. Go back to the beginning and read through. It will make no sense otherwise.

If you have: This is not the resolution. Evolution, exploration, contemplation, philosophosation, but not resolution. There's at least one more of these in me yet, and I only hope it's lubed when it comes out.

Now, the standard disclaimer:

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 has evolved and become more serious with the passage of time, but anybody who was expecting a conventional superhero story will be disappointed.

It also contains what I hope are some running threads of titillation and some hot sex, with vacuum pumps and electricity and Really Big Things.

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

I do hope you enjoy it, though.

As always, I welcome feedback via comments or the contact forms, anonymously or not, accompanied by gushing praise, suggestions, accusations of taking the piss or naked photos of adoring female fans. 

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The Engineer planted his feet wide and stretched his arms out, posing, a chiselled, Michelangelo statue of perfectly proportioned manhood.

"Like what you see?" he asked, his voice preening, gloating and seductive.

The three mostly-dressed girls on his bed barely noticed his handsome jaw line, almost noticed the spread of his shoulders, realised the perfectly balanced proportions of his abdominals but mostly stared, transfixed, at his Heroic - more properly, Villainous - cock.

The two lying curled on each side of the bed, facing inwards and stroking the girl in the middle, had looks of remembered lust and eager anticipation on their beautiful faces. The one in the middle, lying on her back and almost, perhaps, held down by the slightly distracting caresses of the other two, bore a look of mingled shock, disbelief, giddying lust and stark terror mixed with gleeful anticipation.

She had short, spiked brown hair and was wearing panties, a leather bra and enough traces of glitter and makeup to suggest the bra had been all she was wearing above the waist to begin with.

The two flanking her were wearing identical vinyl and fishnet fetish versions of the classic French maid's costume. The girl with short white hair had peeled the top of hers down past her firm, conical, pink-tipped breasts. The one with long and red-streaked black braids had hers pushed up to show her vinyl G-string, askew, and fishnet suspenders.

The Engineer had decided to christen his decision to stay in this city by sending two of his servants out to a fetish club to find a girl for him to play with. It had only taken them an hour and that was only because they had wanted to dance and put on a floor-show (greatly applauded) first. 

The girl they had found, whose patched leather pants and army-surplus boots hadn't even made it into the room, had been playing with a sweatily submissive man before gravitating to watch the floor show, and had responded to "Would you like to have sex with us and a Villain?" With "Fuck, yeah!"

They had managed to start undressing her in the Engineer's hastily-constructed secret underground railway car while she was attached to the breasts of the short-haired maid.

She had begun groping under the skirt of the other one as they staggered into the room and collapsed on the bed before the Engineer had halted proceedings by walking in, fresh from a shower, and dropping the towel from about his waist.

"Fuck me," the guest said, awe in her voice, unable to take her eyes from the eye staring back at her from its enormous, engorged, head.

"Oh, please fuck me!"

The maids giggled and the Engineer, dropping his arms, began slowly walking forwards.

"I could not deny such a lusty woman," he said. "But I think you're a little over-dressed."

She didn't have a chance to move - the maids pounced on her, one pulling her panties down her legs, revealing a bush trimmed into a thin line above a piercing, and the other pulled her up to undo the latch on the back of on her leather bra.

She had small but firm breasts tipped with fleshy and also pierced nipples.

The Engineer's eyes lit up. "Piercings! My favourite! Where are my manners? I am the Engineer. You are, my darling?"

She giggled. "I'm Felony," she said, fighting back laughter as the two maids latched onto her nipples and began sucking.

The Engineer's lips quirked. 

"Oh, I don't know," he said. "But I'm sure we could think of something."

He stepped onto the end of the bed, straddling Felony's naked legs and looming above her.

"You know I'm a Villain," he said, slowly reaching one hand to his enormous cock and stroking it, his fingers not meeting. "And one of my powers is, my cock is a drug."

Felony's eyes lit up. "Do I snort it, drink it or inject it?" she asked, her fingers toying with the maids' hair as they continued to suckle on her breasts.

The Engineer grinned wickedly at her, wondering why he was always so lucky. "Whatever you like, my dear," he said.

"Hey girls, let me up!"

The maids abandoned her nipples reluctantly and pulled her upright, leaving her kneeling in front of the Engineer, reaching around to cup and slowly rub her saliva-slick conical breasts as they all three stared, two adoringly, one awe-struck and all three hungrily, at the giant cock in front of them.

Felony reached out and grabbed it, her hands not making it all the way around the rock-hard silken circumference. She stuck her tongue out and licked, slowly, up the front of the winged head, probing the slit on her way past.

Even though there wasn't even pre-cum beading saltily at the tip, the taste of him made her head spin, the rush to her womb making her giddy in ways she hadn't experienced but which made her desperately eager to do whatever it took to please him.

She stretched her jaw open wide and wrapped her lips around his head, squeezing the shaft with both hands as she unconsciously tried to make it smaller so she could even have a hope of swallowing it all.

Her normal aggressively possessive lust was becoming furry in her head, mixed with a desperate and wholly unfamiliar desire to please him, to do whatever he wanted. It was only an itch, secondary to her own need to prove she could manipulate him by doing the best damn job possible on his cock, but it was growing slowly while her attention was wholly on mashing his slightly spongy flesh inside her mouth.

Unknown to her, he had subtly reduced the thickness but not the length of his cock and so she popped his flanged head past her lips with a feeling of immense personal satisfaction mingled with growing joy to have pleased him.

She worked him deeper into her throat, swallowing bit by bit, squeezing him, angling her body differently to make access easier, tasting him, breathing in his intensely masculine scent, the growing glaze in her eyes chronicling her slow but unstoppable descent into complete subservience and slavery.

"Good girl," he crooned, his maids giggling and pinching Felony's nipples, making her twist her breasts into their grip. "Relax and swallow and soon I'll give you a drink and everything will be so much better when you're completely under my control."

The last remaining bit of her brain wondered about that, but getting him all the way down her throat was so much more important.

She finally managed it, her throat bulging, and slowly pulled back.

The maids pushed their heads in on each side, kissing and licking the sweat-slick shaft as it emerged from her stretched lips.

"Now," the Engineer said fondly, brushing his fingers over Felony's spiked hair, "you're not to cum until I give you permission, okay? But you are to stay so aroused you're close to cumming. Moan if you understand."

With her mouth nearly free, Felony moaned around her penis gag, eyes fluttering closed, the flush on her chest deepening as the maids began more energetically pinching and rubbing and pulling on her nipples.

With both hands gripping his base tightly, Felony began to work him in and out of her mouth and throat, the fit so tight she wasn't worrying about trying to use her tongue, the pressure inside her already enough.

"Hmm, that's it, Felony. Make me cum and be my slave."

She no longer had enough will left to worry about what he said, or even to notice it. She was desperate to please him, and pleasing him meant making him cum, and so she was desperate to make him cum.

As her lips and throat settled in and became more comfortable she began moving faster, desperately eager to finish but frustrated by her own body's limitations. The Engineer, enjoying her desperation but quite willing to move on to other things, relented. 

He began pulsing in her hands, driving her on to greater efforts, until "Pull back, little girl!"

She pulled right back but kept his head between her lips as he spasmed briefly and shot into her mouth, keeping the volume as low as he could to avoid damaging her human body.

She swallowed, desperately, and smoothly went from fuzzily lacking in her own will to completely and utterly subservient to his.

She swayed as his influence took complete hold of her mind, popping off the end of his cock, her lips aching sweetly and streaked with his cum.

Her hands went slack and her eyes vacant, and then cleared, returned, the full force of her personality returning but now worshipping him utterly.

A grin twisted her lips, widening as she stared up at him. "Oh, please tell me how to serve you, Master," she whispered.

The maids giggled, clapped their hands and kissed each other passionately underneath the Engineer's still erect shaft.

"You can help these two undress," he replied, his blood singing with the old joy of taking another slave. He never got tired, even when there was a pre-arranged, strictly limited time-frame on their slavery. Slowly the guilt Sable had inspired in him was wearing off. He was playing by the rules but adding his own honour as well. And since in most stories merely being greedy was villainous, so be it. He would greedily and selfishly build the best damn functional, high-tech, happy city he fucking well could. 

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The Engineer quietly walked out, leaving all three women, sated, satiated, replete and wet inside and out, sleeping the sleep of the completely exhausted and comatose, so many orgasms wracking their human bodies they had no energy left for consciousness.

He belted a robe about his waist, feeling satisfied inside and between his legs for the first time in more than a week. It felt like a year's worth of frustration had been resolved and he felt on top of the world. Despite taking all his staff with him, he just hadn't felt up to it. 

He felt so good about that he felt like pulling all the security footage and settling in for a nice evening of highlights.

A brief chime surprised and intrigued him. That was a message alert, and there was only one person left who could possibly be messaging him.

He almost jogged to the control room and ordered his irrepressibly grinning rubber maid to mix him a martini while he settled in his command chair and pressed the answer button.

He nearly sprang fully erect as Sable appeared on screen with a towelling robe off her shoulders, supporting her naked breasts on her arms and pouting at him.

"Sable!" he exclaimed, "So good to see all three of you!"

"Glad you still like them," she said briskly, suddenly all business, flicking the robe around her and instantly returning to physical modesty, to his considerable disappointment. "I wanted to get your attention. Do I have it?"

He sighed. "That sounds serious. You have my full attention."

"Good, this won't be simple. Where are you?"

"One city south, looks good, not too different. Meeting the locals."

"I bet you are," she said sourly. "I'm four cities west. Didn't like the first three. The first one was a stereotyped utopia and I didn't think I could stand the syrup. The one after that was far too film noir, then there was one that was just a fort, and now I've found one that, frankly, isn't enough of anything to be described. It's just poorly written."

The Engineer had a vague feeling she was waiting for him to spot something, but couldn't work out what it was. "Are you keeping moving?" he asked, fishing.

"No, I may stay here. I seem to be settling in. The city seems to be adapting to me."

Again, but slightly stronger, he had the sense she was waiting for something.

"Well, I do recommend shaping it to your will."

"If I was doing that deliberately, that'd be swell."

This time, she was obvious enough to get his attention.

"Did you say 'adapting to you'?"

She almost gave him a sour smile. "These are the first three Supers I met when I got here." Head-and-shoulders images of Growler, Quicksilver and Thunder appeared on screen.

"They're a bit similar," he said, cautiously. "What are they?"

"The first two are Villains, the third one is a Hero." 

He raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"Now!" she said brightly. "That's how they looked when I got here. This is how they look now."

The images changed. He sat bolt upright. "What the fu..."

All three had changed, subtly but somehow dramatically. Quicksilver was taller, had more definition in her face, more striking hair and eyes. Growler was more rock-like, craggy and rugged. Thunder was slightly slimmer but more sharply defined. And all three had a difficult to grasp quality of life in their face that was, without being obvious, missing from the first set of images.

"Now," Sable said sweetly as the Engineer stared in disbelief, "we move on to part two.

"I sent three drones out, one each west, north and south, to find and monitor any other cities they encountered. These are what the Supers look like."

A range of images completely filled the screen, all head-and-shoulders shots from different angles, and in three distinct sets of rows.

The Engineer was dumbfounded. Not only were the men and women in each row absolutely identical to each other in all respects save for costumes, although the rows were different, but they all looked like poorly formed models, waxen and lifeless.

"They ..." the Engineer began, falteringly. 

"They look like preliminary character sketches," Sable said, harshly.

"They do," the Engineer finished, weakly.

"You see, here's how I've been thinking," Sable said. "Oh, one more thing. You remember you told me you had invented the Wardrobes?"

"I did," he said, on firmer ground now. "It was in the second city I went to, when I started really playing around with the possibilities of the rules of this world."

"Well, they're here." 

"They can't be, they ..." He stopped, mouth open, as his eyes took on the distant look of someone remembering something they didn't notice the first time.

"I didn't introduce them to my third city! I thought at the time I didn't need to manufacture them because they were part of the city's DNA when I built it ..."

"I think they're part of this world's DNA," Sable said, grimly. "Or at least, they are now. You see, I began wondering if maybe you had built this world and were just trying not to let me know."

The Engineer burst out laughing.

Even Sable thought it sounded like genuine surprise.

"But then I started noticing how things were changing. The Supers started out crudely scripted, then began growing personalities. They started out cookie-cutter, then began changing, and they're changing more the more time I spend with them."

"Oh, you fox you."

"You're missing the point again, sweetie," she snapped at him.

"What point. Supers are ... Hey, Supers are humans, reborn people from our world, they can't just change like that!"

"Are they, honey, are they?"

Once again, his mouth stayed open when his brain caught up to what he was going to say and stopped it. "Are you saying we're it?"

"Have you met anyone else who seems to qualify?"

"Well, no ..."

"Well, there's a very good reason for that."

"You sure they're not just not waking up?"

Instead of answering, she flashed the before and after images on screen again.

"How do you know?"

"Ask them when they can't lie. I'm sure you'll work it out."

"I may be slow, but I'm not that slow," he said sarcastically. "Do you think the world is covered in these basic cities?"

"I think the 'world' is propagating when we push the boundaries back. I think I travelled too quickly for it and it didn't have time to randomise the next three."

"You mean consciously?"

"I don't know yet, I really don't."

#

When they broke the call Sable paced, thoughtfully, back to the gymnasium serving as a temporary holding cell for Thunder. 

Her scattered suspicions had been firmed. She didn't believe the Engineer was holding out on her, and so that just left the idea this entire world only contained at least two, possibly more, actual humans and existed around them.

Which left the much more interesting question: why?

She walked through the gymnasium door, which swished quietly closed behind her.

Thunder was still naked and was still furious.

He was confined to a 2 metre square area in the middle, unable to move off it not because of restraints but because of the computer-controlled stimulasers, which debilitated him any time he tried to move outside that area of space. They were faster than him and gave no leeway.

As a final safety net the door was locked. And the entire room was already built to the Engineer's toughest abilities.

Sable walked in, leaned against the wall, crossed her arms and stared at him pensively.

He glared at her, fists clenched. "What do you want with me, Villain?" He grated.

"Well, you're sounding more human, at least," she said, contemplatively.

"Kill me or let me go! Enough of these games!" He roared.

"Definitely a better vocabulary."

Her gaze wandered downwards. It was hard for her to take his anger seriously while he was bollocks-naked and staring at her, fists clenched and veins bulging but cock flaccid and, she was amused to see after initially wondering if he had one, halfway to his knees.

He saw the direction of her gaze and flushed a baffled pink. Still new to the entire idea of sex, he didn't yet know if it was good, evil or even possible, but was jumping to the conclusion that if she did it it was probably something a Hero shouldn't have any truck with.

Unfortunately, his body wasn't interested in moral judgements and was responding in the expected fashion.

"The thing is," she murmured, unfastening her robe, "if you're not really human, is it wrong of me to play with you, or are you just a really fancy vibrator?"

The robe slipped off her shoulders and his eyes were drawn irresistibly down her entirely naked body. He didn't know where to look, and nearly split his eyes vertically between her huge breasts and the already slightly glistening cleft between her firm thighs.

Sable was thinking of the call she had received before contacting the Engineer, from Quicksilver, who had been flushed and laughing giddily. She had, she said, been thinking about what Sable had said about kidnapping Supers and having sex with them and she had thought well she hadn't tried that before so why not so she had and OH MY GOD.




Sable and The Supers Ch. 05



Sable began walking forwards, slowly, one foot delicately placed in front of the other. Thunder was paralysed by his own mental torment and just stood, immobile, as his body finished getting ready for her.

His eyes settled on her boobs, which were closer and easier than anything further south.

She got close to the edge of his containment area, staring at his face quizzically. She was wary of him playing possum, trying to punch her when she got within range, but there was no faking that complete lack of mental activity. She had seen too much of it.

Just to be sure, she reached out, slid her little fingers through the rings through his nipples and twisted sharply. His eyes rolled back in his head, his rock-hard cock jerked and became thicker, and a shudder went through his entire enormous body. 

"Bed!" Sable snapped.

The bed smoothly rose from the floor as Thunder, like a falling obelisk, collapsed back onto it, his cock slapping against his belly with a noise like a gunshot.

Sable climbed over him, her knees barely able to spread wide enough to pass his hips, and grabbed his cock, needing both hands to get a good grip and lever it up, the pressure inside it making her work to bend it back towards her.

Thunder shuddered again, a groan like an approaching storm vibrating out of his massive chest.

Sable was already wet, her intellectual exercises and metaphysical turmoil feeding back into her frustrations and making her near-permanently horny.

She had to move up onto her feet and crouch to get high enough to place him at her entrance, and she spread her thighs wide to give herself a head start on taking him in.

She lowered herself with a shudder, bracing her hands on his chest, eyes rolling up in her head but feeling the surge of total power that domination now gave her.

He arched up towards her and her fingers, which had splintered slate flooring tiles only two days before, curled into his chest.

She squeezed herself about him, making his back arch so strongly he lifted her up.

His jaw was going from shuddering to slack, his eyes vacant. 

This was so much fun she could no longer complain about all the villains who did it.

"We're going to work on your training," she whispered, her hips slowly rocking from side to side and her hands mauling his pecs, his nipples hard against her palms. "You're going to start by grabbing my breasts."

His arms obediently came up, his meaty palms opening and seizing her huge and flushed orbs.

"Yessss!" A surge of lust, power and dominance went right through her. "Massage them, squeeze and release them, yes! Like that, roll them around. You feel me clench you like that? That means you're pleasing me, that's what you want to make me do."

A groan was her only answer as he continued, mindlessly but with learning, to maul her breasts.

"Now let's talk about your fingers and my nipples," she hissed at him as her own fingers found his nipples, squeezed and started pulling them slowly away from his chest, making his hands close upon her flesh hard enough to crumble rocks but merely hard enough to send liquid fire coursing to her cunt.

She'd deal with the moral contortions of this world later. When she had made him contort.

#

The Engineer slouched dejectedly back to his bedroom, fervently wishing he had never met Sable, was still back in his nice city and didn't have to think about metaphysical matters because life was too much fun. The question - why? - had occurred to him, as well.

The three women were lying tangled together on his bed. Felony would be out for a long while. It took training, practice and conditioning to be able to take sex that hard and just bounce back for more. The Engineer had even managed to break serious porn stars before.

His two maids, however, stirred as he entered and raised sleepy, happy, satiated but still lustful faces to stare in his general, slightly unfocused, direction.

He felt a familiar but suddenly more meaningful and intense surge of affection for his slaves. They had stayed with him through three cities now, and he was mostly certain that if he stopped drugging them just by his existence they would stay with him.

They each raised their uppermost arms in a "hug me!" gesture as he walked towards the bed, shedding his robe.

When he climbed on and the bed shifted under his weight, Felony moved slightly and muttered but didn't even wake up when he lay down and draped his muscular leg over her narrow waist.

His two maids curled around him, one behind, her breasts squashing into his back as she slid down to hook her legs under his, her slender arm wrapping around his chest and falling, apparently accidentally, so her hand covered one nipple and the other, on the other side of Felony, reaching out to lay her arm over his.

"It is disturbing," he said, secure and emboldened by the fact he could use them as confessors who would not judge, would probably not comprehend and would forget if ordered, "to realise that for a century I was the only real human being in this world, before that bloody Sable turned up."

Even for the Engineer, who had missed Sable's hints until she almost had to scream at him, the faint stillness and rigidity in his maids was glaringly obvious.

#

"YOU WHAT?"

Faced with inevitable disclosure - it's very hard to keep secrets from one who has super strength and whose every bodily fluid including sweat is a mind-control drug - the maids had confessed everything.

"We're human," the short-haired one, whose name had once been Catherine, said quietly. 

It is very hard to have an argument, let alone a serious discussion, when everybody is naked, but for possibly the first time in his career as a Super Villain, if not his entire existence, the Engineer was not being distracted.

His two maids were sitting together on the bed, touching enough for mutual support, with their knees together and their hands clasped in their laps, their arms pushing their breasts together but contrition preventing the pose from being coyly flirtatious. 

The Engineer was standing and staring at them, not quite sure if he had heard correctly.

"Just ... Give me the details," he said, his voice aggrieved.

"We died and came here and were offered the chance to be Villains," the one with long braids, who had once been Siobhan, said. "We didn't know each other then. I was too scared, said I didn't want to be a Villain, I didn't really want to hurt people."

"I didn't trust him," the other broke in, candidly. "I told him so, to his face."

"So we were told we would be normal humans," Siobhan continued, Catherine nodding.

"We met soon after that," Catherine took up the tale, "and we could tell we were different from everyone else. So we stuck together. We were both bisexual, and so as soon as we decided to start living together, we started fucking."

"Then we saw the news about Skybird," Siobhan broke in. The Engineer's face took on a wistful air of pleasant remembrance.

Skybird, a tall and willowy blonde in blue and white whose powers of flight far exceeded any other Super and who could call birds from nowhere to her aid, was one of the first Heroes to really give the Engineer a hard time, and so when he caught her she became the first who, instead of merely playing with, he systematically broke down, brain-washed, humiliated, retrained, videotaped and then left, in a rigid hog-tie, in the middle of the city square begging to be fucked by any man or woman who came close enough to hear.

"I said we should find out who did that, and get a job with them," Siobhan continued. "Since you signed her left arse cheek, it wasn't hard finding out how, and it was fairly obvious what your mainstream identity was."

"Fairly obvious?" the Engineer broke in, hurt incredulity on every line of his face. 

"Well, you were relying on comic-book rules," Catherine said in a very small voice, staring at his feet.

The Engineer sagged, conceding he had not really tried to hide. "Go on," he said weakly.

"We got maid uniforms, got some training, and applied to your secretary."

The Engineer gave a start as he remembered the application, accompanied by a photo which was perfectly innocent and professional unless you had ever heard of the fetishisation of French maids.

"I hired you immediately," he said, weakly, realising he had been played.

"I think you remember the rest," Siobhan concluded.

He did, and it made no sense to him.

"But you're human!" he burst out. "Not one of my creations, not a figment of my imagination. You knew what I could do, you found out what I was, and you stayed? You must be able to throw off my influence as quickly as Sable does!"

"Yes! We can!" Catherine said, forcefully. "Master, we are both bisexual lifestyle submissives! We were before we died, it's why we were offered roles as Villains, we think. We've both been live-in slaves, we've both been house sluts at hard-core bondage clubs, we've been paraded around on leashes and handed off to get fucked by anyone our Master chooses. THIS IS WHO WE ARE."

"Finding you was the best thing we could possibly hope for," Siobhan continued. "You're a Super Villain. You've got endless wealth, you bring in lots of toys for us to play with, you build lots of toys, and you've treated us really well. And we've both had mind-control fantasies - it's the ultimate form of slavery, and slaves is who we really, deep down, are. 

"It wouldn't matter if you had never drugged us and ordered us to be your slaves. We already were. When you hired us, you became our Master. We gave ourselves to you."

The Engineer felt like he needed a chair to collapse into. He had never been into bondage when he was alive, he just knew about it. His toys and machines were built from first principles, not remembered designs. The idea that what he was doing was any woman's fantasy was not only new to him, but struck at something at the core of him. 

"You mean," he said weakly, "all the women who have bought my services - there are really women like that? On Earth?"

"Possibly not that many, Master," Siobhan said as a faint smile played over both their lips, "although you never know."

By unspoken agreement, the two moved apart on the bed, patting the space between them. "Come and sit, Master," Catherine said.

He did so, automatically, and they wrapped their slender arms around his chiselled torso. 

"This is a lot to take in," he said after a moment of silence.

"Let us help," Siobhan breathed in his ear, her hands becoming caressing over his chest and nipples.

Bonelessly, Catherine slid to the floor and parted his knees with a feathery touch of her hands.

The Engineer groaned, feeling that he was losing the upper hand but not moving to do anything about it. He groaned again when he felt Siobhan's breath on his nipple a second ahead of her lips and tongue.

He looked down, past her scarlet and black braids, to see Catherine above his groin, his cock rapidly hardening. 

She looked up at him, the expression in her eyes worshipful even to his dazed, jangled state. 

"Master," she whispered as she pulled his cock upright. "We're yours." And she engulfed it with her lips. 

He let his eyes close and fell back, the movement of the bed making Felony mutter and turn in her sleep as Siobhan moved wetly across his chest to his other nipple. 

He would have to deal with all of this later. 

Much later.



Sable and the Supers Ch. 06



Author's note:

This is version 2. I went back and found not only inconsistencies/continuity errors but really embarrassing editing mistakes, which made me professionally horrified and guilt-ridden. There's minor rewriting as well.

Original note:

I had a plan for this one. Production notes. Didn't happen. Oh well, these characters have lives entirely independent of my plans for them. Much more interesting lives than I've got, too, damn them.

There's a bit of lovey, emotional, relationship stuff in here. Deal with it. Blame the characters.

Now: This started out as a parody, satire and piss-take. It evolved (thanks to said characters) into something a little more serious, but it is, fundamentally, not to be taken seriously by anybody who doesn't want to get into serious debates about the nature of reality.

I don't want you to think I'm being at all serious about the Superhero genre, or willing to respect its conventions.

This is also such an interdependent set of stories you will really get very little value at all if you haven't read the prequels yet. Go on, this one will still be waiting for you when you get through the first five. 

There may be a seventh by then, as well. Yes, there will be at least one more. After that it's up to who's stronger: Me or a bunch of fictional Superheroes. There'll probably be more. 

####

Siobhan found the Engineer in a side lab of his new and sprawling workshops. He was dressed in his tailored lab coat and sitting on a lab stool against one wall with knees spread, elbows on knees and chin on palms, staring moodily at what was either the core of a tokamak nuclear reactor, a space-sized laser or a time machine.

She was moving with all the stealth a maid was capable of in 4" heels and he appeared completely lost in thought but before she cleared her throat to speak he said, distantly, "What would happen, Siobhan, if I blew up the world?"

She went very still as she realised he was probably capable of it and she had no idea if he was joking or not.

"Master?" That seemed the safest response.

"Assume this world exists for a reason. Assume that we're it. To the best of our knowledge, there are four real humans in it, and four only. There are probably more but hey, we've only found us. 

"What happens if we attack the world? If it exists for a reason, someone or something will object to an attempt to blow it up, correct?"

"Someone or something will probably use Super rules to stop you in the nick of time," Siobhan said, her mind racing so fast she was dizzy. She felt she should stop him, distract him, use whatever sexual wiles she had ever learned to redirect him, but she was frozen in horrified fascination, wanting to find out almost as much as he did.

"The thought has occurred to me."

"Or, it just wouldn't work." 

"That has also occurred to me."

"Or the designer would be annoyed, throw everything out and start again with a new cast."

"That one I was hoping to avoid, frankly."

"Maybe this is a test and we have to solve it."

"Which puts the onus back to me to work hard instead of having fun. Shut up now, Siobhan."

Siobhan was an obedient slave. She shut up. She was aching, however, to find out what the machine actually was.

The Engineer shook himself, reached out and, so casually Siobhan couldn't have shrieked a protest even if she hadn't just been ordered not to, pressed a very large and intimidatingly red button.

There was a warning tone, a rising hum, a fierce smell of ozone and then a gentle background humming that stayed gratifyingly stable.

"This puts out enough electricity to power the whole city," the Engineer said with satisfaction. "Including the electric transport systems I haven't built yet. Serve coffee in the observatory please Siobhan."

The maid was so weak-kneed with relief she could barely courtesy in acquiescence as he left the room without looking at her, still deep in thought.

# 

The observatory was a plant-filled room at the top of the modest mansion the Engineer had decided to move into, and already had baroque furniture from a previous owner.

Felony was standing to attention dressed in a transparent latex page's uniform and crotch-high boots, and two girls who had answered a personals ad for "professional dancers to be completely brainwashed live-in sex slaves and harem girls" (the Engineer had been in a flippant, challenge-the-world mood when he had placed that ad, and nobody had been more shocked than he when he received five applications) were perfectly still and wholly naked in traditional fountain-centrepiece poses.

As she walked across the tiled floor, Siobhan had to try very hard not to stare at the stretched crotch of one of the statues as it passed her line of sight.

The Engineer roasted his own coffee, creating a rich, complex, aromatic, chocolatey blend. As Siobhan set her silver tray on the small garden table, the Engineer clapped his hands and said "Attend!" sharply.

Two more naked dancers faded into view from the background.

One began lovingly massaging his shoulders, the other bent down on one knee, picked up the plate of small pistachio biscuits off Siobhan's tray and held it just where the Engineer could comfortably reach it without moving.

Siobhan sternly forced herself to focus on her job instead of the elegant naked lines and small, firm, perfectly shaped hanging breasts of the girl's perfectly held lunge.

She slowly plunged the coffee and poured, aware all the time of her Master's brooding introspection.

She was torn between the conflicting desires to slap him out of it and fuck him out of it.

He didn't stir again until she proffered him the rich dark brew, a glass cup on a glass saucer.

He took the saucer, placed it on the second outstretched palm of his living side-table, took the cup and sipped, carefully.

The effect was almost magical.

He smiled, for the first time that day, put the cup back on its saucer, and patted his lap. "Come and sit, Siobhan."

She almost leapt onto him, curling her legs sideways under her and leaning against his chest with her arms around his neck, displacing the masseuse, who faded quietly backwards.

He picked up a biscuit and popped it into Siobhan's mouth.

"Now," he said, slipping into the tone of voice that immediately switched Siobhan into conscious subspace, receptive and utterly obedient. "Would you like to go back to happy ignorance and life as normal, or tear the world apart to find the strings?"

"I want to know, Master," she said, sincerely, not even needing his control to be honest.

He smiled, warmly. "Good," he said. "I have been struggling with myself, Siobhan, and I needed your agreement, and Catherine's, to be satisfied I was doing the right thing. I think Sable and I already have an understanding."

He broke off, sighed. "We're the only four humans I know about, and it changes everything." He popped another biscuit into Siobhan's mouth as she opened it to speak. She chewed and settled into his chest to listen.

"I can't treat you and Catherine differently. It turns out I'm not a natural capital-M Master. I've been playing with toys, Siobhan, not thinking further than the rules of the game, assuming that all the little characters I didn't assume were human were just dolls, and all the humans had signed up for the same thing I had."

Siobhan, sensing his need to vent, stayed silent although she ached to reassure him. She rested her hand on his chest, protectively.

"I need you to keep reminding me you want to be my slaves, Siobhan. I might get used to it one day."

"I'm your slave, Master," she whispered into his chest, in a tone of voice even his rusty ears picked up.

His arms tightened around her in an uncontrollable surge of affection. "Thank you," he said warmly, and slipped his hand between her legs. They opened immediately for him as he slid over her stockinged thigh up to the halter tops and onto bare skin, stopping just an air-molecule's width from her white panties.

"The question is," he said, kissing the top of her head, "what now?"

She raised her head to look at him, feeling her entire body warm and tingle with lust for him but floating above it, not detached but controlled enough to think because that was what he needed, right now.

"How do we find other humans, Master?" she asked, tentatively.

"That's the million-dollar-question," he said softly, looking into her eyes with an almost unreadable expression of mingled deep thought, apprehension, troubled self-doubt and pleasure at his servant's perspicacity. "That's exactly it."

She suddenly grinned, lighting up the entire observatory. "You'll have to build something, Master!"

His hand moved the final step, pressing into the already moist silk of her panties, the bare and puffy lips of her, making her eyes flutter closed and her throat moan huskily as she melted against him.

"I am, aren't I?" he replied, the grin spreading to his voice as he slowly began massaging her through the insubstantial lace barrier. "I'm going to have to be busy. You'll have to help me relax."

"Master, I'm yours," she whimpered. "Whenever you need me."

He pressed more firmly into her and she sagged bonelessly into him, whining a helpless plea. 

His other arm, wrapped around her, slipped down and onto the top of her breasts, pressed up into creamy half-moons by her corset, pulling at the flesh, insistently lifting her until one nipple poked over the frilled edge, the simple bar through her already engorged flesh gleaming in the sunlight.

She moaned again, piteously, as his fingers found the metal and rolled it in a slow, circular motion, twisting and bending her nipple in unhurried, gentle torture.

He shifted the hand between her legs, bending his wrist, pressing into her hard, crushing her flesh with the first knuckle on the base of his index finger jammed into her clitoris. 

"AAAAAhhh!" Her head twisted back, her eyes flying open, staring, her entire body convulsing.

He dipped his head towards hers. "If you love me," he whispered, in his commanding voice, "roll onto your back and open your legs."

She immediately twisted around, driven by her soul not the needs of her flesh, her thighs parting wide either side of his, her barely-there skirt ridden up high above her sopping white lace panties as his palm pressed down upon her.

"Felony!" he commanded.

She moved immediately, coming around in front of them, kneeling down between their legs, lying forwards on his knees, her mouth descending towards his hand over her groin.

Felony had been enthusiastically bisexual, but only because sex was sex and genital stimulation was genital stimulation. Her primary love was for the cock and Catherine had relished the opportunity to feed the dominant side of her own nature by instructing the new household slave in improved cunnilingus techniques.

When given access to the cleft between Siobhan's creamy thighs, she no longer prioritised enthusiasm over skill. 

Her tongue ran up the outside first, pressing the textured panties into the maid's swollen lips, tracing from bottom to top, lightly, teasingly lifting over the aching nub of her clitoris.

Felony braced herself on the Engineer's muscular legs, dipping down, pulling the fabric into her mouth and sucking Siobhan's taste out of it.

She used her teeth to pull the panties down, her nose nuzzling into the top of Siobhan's cleft, making the maid squirm and beg incoherently as the Engineer softly, lovingly, pulled both her breasts out of her corset and massaged her swollen nipples.

When Felony tugged sharply, the gossamer-thin silk gave up and tore like tissue paper. She spat it to one side, dipped her head again and inhaled, breathing in Siobhan's scent with her nose tickling just along the cleft.

She ducked down again and, unhurriedly, licked up from beginning to end of Siobhan's lips.

The maid cried out, arching up, pressing her aching breasts into the Engineer's hands, rolling her head up, blindly seeking him.

He ducked his head and caught her mouth with his, letting her greedily try and feed upon him, feeling his cock lie as hard as iron beneath his clothes, up his belly, Siobhan's weight pressing down upon it and making the ache in it vibrate through his entire body.

Felony probed her tongue deeper, parting Siobhan, seeking out and finding her entrance, then drawing up to the hard nub that made her convulse again just as Felony's first two fingers slid smoothly inside her.

The Engineer worked his hands inside the cups of Siobhan's corset, wrapping them around her entire breasts, her nipples between his thumb and forefinger where he could squeeze, twist and pull them.

"Keep your legs spread," he commanded her, "and make no movement. You are an offering."

The command was hardly necessary. Her thighs were at 180 degrees and her arms were hanging limply as Felony worked a third and then a fourth finger inside her.

Felony's lips trapped Siobhan's clitoris between them for a second, then with one smooth motion she thrust her thumb and whole hand and wrist inside the maid.

Long training as the Engineer's slave had made Siobhan able to accept much thicker things inside her but she cried out in ecstasy even so as Felony began fucking her with hand and forearm nearly up to the elbow.

The Engineer's command kept her limp and paralysed as she burned inside, screaming out her lust and her need as Felony kept steadily and gently laving her clitoris. 

The Engineer trapped her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard, his hands like clamps, and as she wailed in helpless ecstasy he whispered in her ear "Cum when you are ready."

The extra suggestion was almost enough by itself to push her over the edge. He did not slacken his grip on her nipples as his hands crushed her breasts against her, and Felony did not tire in accurately and persistently licking her clitoris or fucking her with long, deep strokes of her forearm.

Siobhan's screams became even louder, peaking as she exploded deep inside, her orgasm somehow more intense as her body stayed obediently limp.

She rode the crest for a long time with Felony's arm inside her.

When she stopped screaming she sought out the Engineer's mouth, kissing him desperately as Felony pulled out and sat back, beginning to lick the maid's juices off her arm.

"You are beautiful," he told her when she released his mouth. "Do you have any request of me?"

She didn't answer, sliding down off him instead, pushing Felony away and twisting to face him, pushing his knees apart, crouching between them and releasing his raging and extremely patient cock.

It only took her two minutes to coax him to explode into her mouth. She stood up, floating in the dreamy half-awake mental state of someone who has accepted the drug, and walked out unsteadily.

The Engineer made a gesture and Felony stopped licking her arm, stood up and peeled her pants down off her hips.

The Engineer's coffee got cold. He didn't mind.

Catherine was lying on their bed when Siobhan reeled in panties-less, dazed, flushed and with breasts still askew in her corset, both nipples half visible. She felt a twinge of jealousy she had not been involved and quickly suppressed it.

Siobhan walked straight to the bed, grabbed Catherine's head by forehead and jaw, pulled her mouth open wide and dumped a mouthful of the Engineer's cum inside.

Catherine forgave her even before her head felt the rush of submission she enjoyed so much.

Siobhan climbed on top of her and all thoughts of being left out were instantly forgotten.

#

Sable put her feet on the console and looked at the screens thoughtfully.

Things had been progressing pretty much as expected: Gradually more and more perverted. She was viewing this game much as the Engineer had - characters who weren't human were toys, and she shouldn't worry about the morality of playing with them. 

But she had taken a leap the Engineer still hadn't: She'd begun wondering at what point a toy that mimicked human ever closer, became human. Was the Turing test all there was to humanity? If she couldn't tell the difference, was that it?

She had considered the question of a soul and the undoubted fact she was here, not back home, so maybe there was something intrinsic, and she had rejected it.

She still viewed "here" as a perverse game, and until she knew the rules was sticking to a mechanistic, neural-based model of mentality.

So: At what point could she no longer tell the difference? Volcano, The Mole and the rest had been more intelligent than some real people she had met back home despite their two-dimensional personalities.

In fact - No, best not go down that line of reasoning. If she started wondering about the humans she used to know, she would end up in an infinitely recursive loop and that way lay insanity. 

She would work with what she had.

What she had, was a deep-down conviction that she was still, despite local rules, a Heroine more than a Villain but, at the same time, not even the local rules in this city were bending to accommodate the idea the good guys and gals might, sometimes, want to have a little fun that involved tearing clothes off and being deeply personal with each other.

The Villains and Villainesses were all, to a man and woman, getting involved in increasing amounts of kidnapping, capturing and sexual domination. The Heroes and Heroines were all, to a man and a woman, resisting this and stoutly declaring the sort of Good Old Fashioned Family Values she had spent half her life as a human and all of her life as a Super railing against.

For someone grown-up enough to live in a grey-coloured, complicated world of moral finesse, she was once more getting headaches whenever she talked to anyone from either camp.

On cue, the communication channel woke up and beeped at her.

She saw the caller ID and raised her eyebrows before toggling it on.

She was fully dressed, which disappointed the Engineer. The Engineer was fully dressed, which surprised Sable because she couldn't remember the last time she had seen him like that.

He was sitting down with his legs spread far apart and a maid, perfectly poised and with perfect posture, sitting on each knee. Sable had the sudden image of The Engineer dressed in a Santa Claus suit.

Sable raised her eyebrows again, and gave the three of them an all-inclusive wave. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" she asked mildly.

"My maids had a confession to make," the Engineer said cheerfully.

Sable blinked. Pre-programmed sex-bots had confessions?

"Yessss?"

"We're human!" They said brightly and in unison.

Sable's jaw dropped open and stayed that way until she realised and closed it with a snap. "What, now?"

"Cross our hearts and hope to get spanked," Catherine said while Siobhan merely nodded vigorously.

Sable rubbed her eyes. "Please explain."

"We, independently, died and were offered the chance to become Villains," Siobhan said.

"We both refused," Catherine continued.

"For different reasons."

"So we were dumped here as mostly-normal humans."

"With apartments."

"And a purse full of money."

"But in a very open job market."

"Which was nice."

"Then we met each other."

"And worked it out."

"And started ..."

"STOP!" Sable was following the story, but having to splice it together from their split talking was making her head spin.

"And you ended up with HIM? How?"

"We applied." Siobhan said simply.

"Why in the name of all that's ..."

"We're both lifestyle bondage submissives," Catherine said.

Sable closed her mouth. Unlike the Engineer, she had had some exposure to alternative lifestyles. She had only herself ever tried toys in real life, but she did realise something of the full extent of humanity.




Sable and the Supers Ch. 06



She shrugged. "Okay. I can't understand you, but okay. Never thought I'd meet someone who liked being called a slave. Hello."

"Hello!"

"This does raise some disturbing consequences, however."

"I've considered them, and I've been depressed about it, and I want to find some way of finding humans," the Engineer said soberly. "Sable, I intend to find out how this world works. What makes it tick. WHY it ticks.

"That may involve pulling it apart. For that, I need the permission of every human in this world."

"All of this world?"

"All of this world."

"That's a big 'all'."

"I'm assuming you've found the edge. I may have to build some serious drones to find the other edges. After that - fuck me if I know. I think I'm going to assemble a crack team of captive scientists, and work from there. I see myself building lots of medical scanning equipment."

"Let me know how that works out for you. The best I can offer is that humans remember all the details and recover from you much faster."

The maids smothered laughter.

"I will try," the Engineer said evenly, avoiding his two servants, "to find any difference detectable with human technology."

"Best of luck. You should probably find a new city and find some subjects before they get too sophisticated. Mine are almost Turing-proof now."

"Turing? Oh, yes, I see. Sorry, haven't thought of it that way. Have you been keeping records?"

"What do you take me for? I plan to write the first ever anthropological survey of the developing sophistication of a template city exposed to a single human intruder."

The maids giggled again, but this time didn't try to hide it.

"How is it developing?" The Engineer asked with genuine interest.

"Like there's a pervert running the place."

This time the maids burst into helpless laughter and the Engineer dumped them on the floor and sent them out still doubled up with hysteria.

"You see?" Sable asked. "They pass the Turing test, as far as I'm concerned."

"It suggests to me," the Engineer snarled, "we should be looking for anyone who breaks the rules. You may remember you didn't exactly play along when you first arrived."

Sable nodded happily, a nostalgic, far-away look in her eye. She shook herself. "That's basically what I'm going to do. So far, all the Supers I've met apart from you have actively resisted talking about their human identity. I'm trying to work out how to exploit that."

"Start kidnapping them," the Engineer said promptly.

"Is that your answer to everything?"

"Villain," he said cheerfully, spreading his arms. "It works well for me."

Sable shook her head, sourly. "I", she said, "will work something out myself, thank you. Something that doesn't require individual vetting of every single person in the city."

"Suit yourself." The Engineer grew suddenly serious. "Let me know if you need any help, okay?"

#

When the Engineer hung up, all Sable's confidence evaporated.

She genuinely had no idea where to begin or what to do.

She was mostly sure nobody in the city had been human when she arrived - it had simply been too unformed. There had been no influence.

Which left her with the question that had been nagging at the back of her head - when did they become human?

She didn't believe in souls, she didn't believe in any intrinsic property of "humanness" and not even this reality, this being rebodied, had altered that.

What she believed in allowed for complex systems of nerves and even quantum fluctuations, and it all came back to - when did something that aped being human well enough to pass as one, become human?

A headache began insistently throbbing behind her eyes. It was not the first time she had felt that particular one, and it was not easily shifted.

Violence helped. The Engineer's handiwork had included several different sets of sparring training equipment, some of which fought back.

She levered herself to her feet and started back down towards the gym she had kept for actual exercise since letting Thunder - fully brainwashed into remembering an entirely false account of his ordeal - had been released from it. 

She needed exercise to stop her feeling old and tired.

She was into her third five-minute bout when the boxing assistant suddenly retreated, giving the "time-out" gesture. 

"Sable." 

"Yes?" She stayed facing the boxing assistant, hopping lightly from foot to foot and breathing evenly.

"There appears to be a new Super in the city."

"Ah?" She stopped her hopping.

A screen smoothly descended from the ceiling. She watched it intently as she started taking off her boxing gloves.

It was now night, and the footage was being taken in the infra-red.

He was tall, a cape sometimes obscuring his body and, as the wind restlessly moved between the buildings, revealing it. He was standing on top of a skyscraper - not the tallest, but close - with one foot on the very edge of the roof.

His body was as muscularly sculpted as that of any Super, but was narrow-waisted and looked more like a sprinter than a weight-lifter. His upper body was lean and wiry as a leopard, not bulging like a Belgium bulldog.

He was, in fact, the first non-colossal male Super Sable had seen in this city.

Shoulder-length black hair moved around a long face with sharply defined eye sockets and nose, high cheekbones, wide lips and balanced chin. 

Sable raised her eyes. Her body was reacting as she appreciated his form, and it had been a while since she had met anyone who could do that to her.

He looking restless but brooding, eyes constantly moving as he scanned the buildings and the street far below but not, apparently, the sky.

His costume, unlike the black-striped affairs of other Villains, was mostly black, with a deep V-neck exposing his chest and tapering Red stripes either side of it to his groin. His boots were finer than those on most Heroes, almost to the standard of a Heroine, and had Cuban heels.

He wore no gloves but there was a hint of cuffs about the ends of his Lycra sleeves. 

"I think," Sable said slowly, "I want to meet him."

She paused, feeling obscurely as though she were going on a date with someone she was desperate to impress. 

"After a shower."

#

He had not moved from his position as she showered, lingering over it, partly for thought, partly for the indulgence of hot water and soap but partly also because she wasn't quite sure how she was going to approach him.

As she left, she was acutely aware she had raised the heel on her boots one inch and lowered and widened her already plunging scalloped neckline almost as much. 

She tried to tell herself she was doing it unsettle him, to play upon her gifts and distract him. She almost believed it.

She flew high but only just above the tallest buildings, part of her brain automatically scanning for potential threats, slicing smoothly through the air without going fast enough to buffet.

Well aware her night vision was not the best among Supers, she angled herself so she came in with the moon behind him, yet she barely had his silhouette in view when she knew, absolutely certainly, he had spotted her.

She nearly stopped dead in mid-air but Heroes bluff and she kept going, holding herself rigidly in the same position while trying to rid herself of the skin-crawling feeing he was watching her from six feet away.

She slowed down well in time, staying above the roof but dropping down, carefully not being threatening as she glided in, rising to the vertical, and stepped lightly down into a slow walk, not hiding the click of her boots on the concrete.

Up close, in the dark, the outline of his body was hidden in shadow and his face a black mystery but she could see his eyes clearly when he turned just his head to face her. 

The reaction deep in her belly was stronger this time, clenching hard.

It made her exhale, which she managed to hide.

"Good evening," he said. His voice was on the edge between baritone and tenor, with a resonance that made it seem to come from everywhere at once, but overtones of naivety and exploration.

She had to swallow hard before she could speak, and didn't manage to hide it.

"Good evening," she said, swallowed again and pitched her voice more naturally to continue. "I do not believe I have seen you before."

"I do not believe anyone has," he replied, still looking her straight in the eyes unwaveringly, his gaze piercing but somewhere between invasive and innocently unaware of social protocol. "I do not believe I have been here or anywhere else before."

"Welcome, then," she said before her brain caught up with her ears. "You haven't been human, then?" she asked, incredulity breaking through her hormonal distractions.

For the first time his gaze wavered, but through simple curiosity not discomfort.

"Human? No. I am Super. There has been no 'been'."

Sables mouth went dry, this time from excitement. For the first time, a Super was created to different rules.

"Who are you?"

A look of interested thought came over his eyes as they stared thoughtfully and a little wonderingly past her. "I believe I am Arnaud."

Sable felt the tingling sense of excitement of fresh discovery, warming her whole body. "What powers do you have?"

He turned back towards her, his eyes catching hers. She almost felt them sliding into hers, through her mind and to the back of her skull, but there was absolutely no guile in them although they filled her entire vision.

"Powers? I believe I have some. I am not so sure what they are," he said with absolute candour. He reached out to touch her cheek, his fingers cold against her skin but burning beneath it. She didn't feel her face or her breasts flush, but she did feel her nipples immediately harden beneath the hard rim of her corset.

"Perhaps," he continued, his finger sliding slowly down her cheek to her chin, then down her neck, "you can help me explore them."

"Yes," she whispered, without thinking, feeling herself rushing without end into his eyes.

"I think I would like you to join me."

"Yes." She ached to be out of her corset, heat growing between her legs.

His hand dropped to rest on the naked upper slopes of her breasts. "I believe I want you to come with me, now."

"Yes, Master."

When he broke eye contact she could still see them. She barely noticed the door he directed her to, or passing through it, or the staircase, or the huge and opulent boudoir it entered into.

The velvet wall hangings, plush carpet, wooden and leather furniture and hanging chandelier were of no interest.

The size of the canopied bed she noticed, and the black satin sheets.

When her corset loosened and fell about her feet she noticed that as a release, a rush of pleasure and immediate desire.

Then his hands fell on her shoulders and began peeling the Lycra of her costume down her body, and desire was all she noticed any more.

She turned to him, her huge breasts now naked, as he slowly undressed her with a look of fascinated exploration in his eyes. "I am not sure why," he said, his voice sliding over and through her, "but I like this."

She rolled her shoulders to lift her breasts and stepped into him, pulling open his own costume and baring a totally smooth, beautifully sculpted chest.

An extra note of surprise entered his face as his own body responded. 

He may have said something else but she began kissing him, rigid nipples and firm breasts pressing hard into his chest as she finished stripping him to the waist.

His hands explored her back as he accepted her kiss without returning it, wondering at her tongue invading his mouth.

She pulled back, dizzy, slightly confused. Who was he? Why ... Then she looked at his curiosity-filled eyes again and they filled her mind and all doubts, all potential doubts, were banished.

She pushed him back towards the bed. "Lie down. Let me."

For the first time she noticed his movements, like a panther, as though his limbs were liquid and every joint was placed where it needed to be and nowhere else.

Her eyes devoured him, the ache inside her growing, demanding to be filled and satisfied. But this situation had its own rules and its own order of play.

She knelt between his legs, her breasts pressed together with her arms, nipples brushing the satin sheets and making her cunt spasm as she moved from adoration into hunger.

His costume unpeeled easily down his legs, exposing his naked groin with cock already hard, long and thick lying supine on his belly.

She slid off the end of the bed, jerked his boots off, throwing them to the side, and finished unpeeling him. The sight of his entire body, naked and smooth and hard and sculpted by Michelangelo, made her nearly faint, gasping as her insides clenched and drove the air from her lungs.

She fell forwards onto the bed, scrabbling to drag herself forwards, grabbing at his thighs to pull herself up and in one quick movement swallow the first available testicle into her mouth, sucking it like a plum.

His cock, lying on his belly, twitched and swelled even more. He lifted his head to stare down his body, curious and at the same time eager, saw the dreamy look on her face as she tea-bagged him and his cock hardened the last bit it was capable of.

She let it pop from her mouth, opened her eyes to see him staring at her along the length of his bodies, his eyes filling with directed desire and want instead of open-ended curiosity, and they almost sucked her up, sliding like a snake higher up his body, rubbing her cheek along the shaft of his cock until she rolled her head, breaking eye contact, and slid her lips over the fat and fleshy end of it.

He gasped, his first involuntary sound, and his head dropped back to the bed as she rolled into a better angle, slid her long fingers around his shaft and pulled it up and sideways, positioning it so she could, easily and smoothly, slide it past the back of her throat, along her tongue.

She pulled her knees up, rolled onto them so she was above him, cupped his balls with her now free hand and slid further down, taking his cock all the way, throat opening easily then closing tightly around it again. 

She began sliding him in and out, establishing a rhythm, her lips stretched and her tongue doing little more than feeling it slide past, her throat providing the sensation, his inexperience giving him no defence and the pressure building inside him quickly.

She felt him approach his climax and did not slow down, wanting him in every way, knowing that as a Hero he could not be wasted by finishing too soon.

He felt pleasure surge in his cock and in his balls, spiking upwards impossibly, observing it with some wonder still as it exploded and he felt himself pour into Sable's mouth even as his vision went, momentarily, white.

She drank him hungrily, not letting a drop escape, the taste of him soft and subtle yet heady and compelling and making her cunt ache to be filled.

When he had stopped spurting into her mouth she swam up his body, lips and tongue hungrily tasting his skin all the way, pausing briefly on one nipple, making it hard, before raising herself on planted hands and locked elbows, head above his and hips straddling his groin.

When she caught his eyes again she saw awareness, desire, hunger and the beginnings of conscious intent, the same hungry planning she saw in any man's eyes, and it warmed her through even as those eyes seemed to rush towards her, sucked into the void in her conscious mind, filling it with him even as, with knowledge plucked from her mind, he raised his cock, parted her lips and she sucked him into her already wet channel, filling her belly.

She groaned, deep in her chest, echoing his unconscious, unfamiliar, surprised sound, but her eyes did not close or even hood. She could not move them, could not blink, staring fixedly into his, unfocused, eye to eye, wide and blank as they absorbed his will, his desires, his mind.

With no fear or thought to stop him she felt him rummaging around inside her mind, exploring with what began as innocent curiosity and was rapidly becoming directed, purposeful and selfish.

She felt him peel back time and watch as she fucked Thunder over and over, in different positions, teaching the Hero, using all the Engineer's toys as well as her fingers and teeth, thighs, cunt and breasts.

She watched herself use the machines as dildos and as stimulators, and she watched as she submitted herself, handed over control and they grabbed, bound, savaged and abused her. 

She watched him rummage further back, discarding what he wasn't immediately interested in and finding the times before she left her original city, finding Gorgora take her and humiliate her, rape her and destroy her mind.

He kept on going, ripping past her self-doubts, guilts and humiliations to watch her taken by the Engineer and pierced, taken by his machines, and finally the first time he captured her, from beginning to end, first machines then himself, taking her mind until she took it back.

He drew out of her memories and even as she moved above him, rising up and down on his shaft, fucking tirelessly, she felt her body flayed open and laid bare, every nerve ending his to examine, her clitoris and nipples and the irresistible response the Engineer had implanted, her breasts and her lips, every inch of her skin.

Intrigued, he reached up and seized her nipples, squeezing far too hard with no experience to guide him, driving searing pain through even her Hero flesh but at the same time making her scream in mind-whiting ecstasy, pleasure so intense it travelled back through the link between them and made his body arch up, scream in unison and explode so hard, so deep inside her she was lifted, jerked, not off him but enough to make her buckle up and collapse on top of him.

Their eye contact broke, hers closed, but as he recovered first he knew he no longer needed it to control her mind. She was absolutely his now.

She lay on top of him limp and ragged, the explosion of her orgasm so hard she wasn't conscious enough to move, so he rolled her over so she sprawled limply underneath him.

He plucked a memory out of her mind and grabbed her legs, pulling them up and over, pinning her ankles to the bed either side of her head, knees next to her chest, hips twisted around to open her up even more so his first thrust hit the very limits of her and made her gasp in mingled pain and ecstasy again.

Lifted up on his hands on her ankles, he began fucking her as hard and as fast as he could, knowing only she wanted it, her body shaking and her eyes rolled back in her skull, no longer under the command of her brain since all she could see was his eyes filling her mind.

He didn't last much longer like this, not knowing to hold off or control himself yet, but even so she had cum again twice before his second explosion drove her to a fourth orgasm and made his cum, filling her, start oozing in spurts out of her.

Hungry for new sensations, novelty trumping even the intense pleasure of the sex, he rummaged again through her memories, discarded those he didn't yet have the equipment to recreate and, intrigued, pulled out of her with a damp squelching sound and left his seed dripping from her entrance onto the mattress as he slid easily up her body, grabbing her breasts and pressed them easily together around his still throbbing cock.

With no will of her own left she had no power to recover from four orgasms ripped out of her in such rapid succession and she lay supine beneath him, blank-faced and slack-muscled, moving loosely in reaction to the bed as he rocked back and forth above her.

He built to climax just as quickly, delighting in it, not knowing it could be increased by delay, exploding partly onto her breasts, mostly onto her chin and across her face, splashing over her mouth, nose and forehead and hair, some falling onto her slackly open eyes.




Sable and the Supers Ch. 06



He released her breasts, letting them fall bouncing to rest, reached for the next memory then frowned, looked at her, noticed her nearly comatose state for the first time. 

He hesitated, uncertain, knowing he wanted her to be awake, to participate, knowing he could get more pleasure with her an active participate and feeding her feelings to him.

A spark came from instinct, pre-programmed knowledge giving him one option.

He bent down towards her, whispered at her slack and staring face, "I will get coffee. I will not be long."

The bed barely moved as he swung himself off as lithe and oiled as he had moved before the demands of sex gripped him. He moved to the door, knowing where he had a kitchen, knowing what was in it without the experience of having been there.

She lay in bed, dazed, muddy confusion on the edge of her mind. Her body recovered quickly but even out of the room he continued to fill her consciousness, driving out all thoughts with the image of his naked body, the way it moved, his mouth-wateringly, crotch-achingly sumptuous cock, his eyes so beautiful, so intense, so demanding, so completely dominating.

As he walked away he could feel the strand between them stretch thinner and thinner, something he knew he could prevent but couldn't, just yet, work out how.

She shook her head weakly, trying to clear the fuzz. She had no idea why she would want to focus on anything other than him, but her body did it for her, although it would be easier to simply lie here in bed, luxuriate, wait for him to return, to drive out all her concerns and fears, to caress her naked ...

He felt the strand, stretched thin, finally break. It unsettled him, made him uncomfortable in a way he couldn't explain. It had overtones of warning and fear as well as loss, which confused him because it should have been so simple. 

She caught sight of her own breasts, lifting from her chest, capped with nipples still firm and with his saliva and his sweat and his semen still drying upon them, and she felt his still warm semen splashed right across her face, and self-defence routines in her head finally clicked into place and she sat bolt upright.

"Mother-fucking, cock-sucking son of a BITCH!"



Sable and the Supers Ch. 07



Author's note:

Here we go again. Part 7 of a one-part serial.

Questions answered, questions asked, and fan-service for everyone who wanted Sable to take charge and give subs everywhere something to fantasise about.

This really is a series in rigidly ordered parts, not a series of loosely connected stories set in the same universe. If you haven't read the rest, you will have no idea what is going on.

Now, let the action commence.

#

"FUCK IT!"

Outside the laboratory door Catherine took a deep breath, smoothed down clothes that didn't wrinkle and braced herself. It was her turn.

The door slid open with the smooth, low purr built in to announce it was working. 

The Engineer was standing against a high desk, leaning on his elbows with his head in his hands.

After the first time one of them had tried to tiptoe up to him, she made sure her heels clicked on the floor.

"MRI," he said as she got closer. "CT scans. Functional MRI. PET. None of it shows any fucking difference, and I don't know if any of it is different to normal humans anyway!

"FUCK IT!"

He straightened up suddenly and hurled a pen straight through a monitor and its metal frame and out the other side, embedding it in the wall.

"Collecting scientists doesn't work because they live by this world's rules, so they don't know there is any difference between humans and ... them. 

"I can build a machine that finds Supers, but it doesn't work on you two. I can't build a machine that finds humans, it just DOESN'T. FUCKING. WORK!"

He stood very upright and very still, breathing heavily with his hands clenched into fists by his side as the broken bits of monitor finished tickling to the bench and the ground.

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

His hand shot up, one finger extended in the universally recognised "shush" gesture.

"I'm going to let some steam off," he said in a very controlled voice, turned sharply and marched out the door. The last thing she heard before the door closed behind him was a very polite "Could you please clean that up?"

#

Arnaud made coffee by instinct, avoided finding out the dangers of playing with boiling water while naked, found china cups and a silver tray and carried it all back through to the bedroom.

He stepped inside the door and instantly froze, blind and unable to move as black bands appeared over his eyes and around his calves, thighs, and chest and upper arms.

He was lifted off the ground and the tray lifted out of his hands before his arms were forced to his sides and bound there.

He instinctively reached out to the link between him and Sable and instead of a clean line through to her mind he found a muddy, vague sense of direction ending in a flaming wall of anger.

"Try and get into my mind again," she said with the dispassionate, even tones of absolute certainty, "and I will rip your balls off."

He felt a band encircle his scrotum at the base and slowly tighten, stretching it and forcing his testicles together. She didn't stop until he gasped in pain.

"Do you understand me?"

"You did not want me to? You asked me what my powers were ..."

He screamed as the band around his scrotum clenched.

"You did not get permission to use them. You're new in this city, you're new in this world, so I'll tell you this very clearly. You can choose to be good or evil but if you choose evil I will hunt you down like a dog."

"I believe I am a Villain," he said tentatively, but she cut him off with a force he almost felt as physical.

"FUCK THAT. You are a HUMAN now, do you hear me? That means you make your own fucking decisions.

"I was bought into this world as a Hero. I thought what we did was pretty fucking stupid, and the way we went about it even more so.

"Then I came here and suddenly because I wear black I'm a Villain. Well, fuck that. I am what I make me. I look after myself and I choose to look after people who get in the way of selfish, fucked-in-the-head Villains or who get caught in the crossfire when Heroes with simplistic fucking value systems fire at will.

"And you are NOT going to just accept some fucking label put on you by fate because the mere fact of being human means you make your own fucking fate, do you fucking understand me?"

"This word 'fucking', ..." he began.

"Is multiply useful," she said brusquely. "It began as another verb for sex, now it can be whatever you want it to be, mostly emphasis. Don't dodge the fucking question."

"I think I understand you," he said slowly.

"Good. Because I am telling you: I decide to be a Hero now. You live in this city, you make a life here, and by any gods anybody here believes in if you fuck with the people of this city I will fuck you up because I am appointing myself defender of anyone who can't look after themselves, I don't care how fucking unofficial I am about it.

"Because I don't care about their status - if they're old humans, or brand new, or just making up the scenery. While they look human they deserve all the rights of humans, you got that?"

There was silence, for not quite too long. "I understand you," he said. "How am I to tell what is right and what is wrong?"

"What did you get while raping my fucking mind?" she snapped at him.

He was silent again. "Emotions," he finally said. "Something ... empathy?"

"Good. You keep that. You throw away the rest but you keep that. You feel what you do to people and you remember that."

He almost nodded, but her bands still kept him locked rigidly in position. "Okay."

She stared at him, drawing the silence out until he wondered what he had missed, what he was supposed to say. "Can I trust you?" She finally asked. "Can I trust you to behave yourself and stay the fuck out of my head?"

"I promise I will not do that again, now I know what I am doing," he said with sincerity in his voice.

She stared at him, drawing the silence out past the point of discomfort once more. "Good. And believe me, if you try you may even succeed but I will go down fighting, and if you ever let me go again I will see to it I destroy you as completely as a Super can be destroyed."

He didn't need to wonder about the emotion the tone of her voice induced in him then. He knew immediately it was fear.

#

"Good afternoon!"

The Engineer's only reply was a strangled moan of exhaustion and pain.

His latest guest was a Heroine called Mercura who dressed in a miniskirt and low-cut latex blouse, cape, face-mask, gloves to over her elbows and boots to mid-calf and who could project blasts of energy from the space in front of her belly.

She needed to curl forwards and use her hands to summon the ball of energy, so the Engineer had shackled her wrists and ankles to the corners of the room, face-up, and lifted her off the ground by a belt around her waist, arching her backwards.

Lying down, she would have been merely helpless. But by stretching her in a backwards arch around a thin belt cutting into her back he kept her in a constant state of tension and pain.

She may have been able to endure it if he hadn't already conducted a full interrogation, but even a Super can reach exhaustion with an hour of continuous arousal followed by half an hour of orgasms while being forced to answer questions. 

But not even a tall, fit, big-breasted Heroine in the throws of continuous orgasm had been able to distract the Engineer from his frustrations after she was unable, even in a state of complete delirium, to give him any insights into the nature of the reality of the world they were in.

He hadn't even fucked her himself. 

He fully intended to change that.

As he walked in the door she was side-on to him. He stopped a moment to admire the graceful, strained arch of her torso and limbs and the way he had kept her breasts out of the way by pulling her nipples up, using the rings he had inserted out of habit, pulling them at an exactly calculated angle perpendicular to her chest.

For purposes of symmetry, he had done the same thing to her clit, the thin lines from either end of her body now nicely balanced, the slight stretch on her clitoris sufficient to reduce her to mindless flesh but not cause any unnecessary pain.

She was still sweating and still delirious, body shivering as the piercings kept her at a level of arousal that should not, physiologically, have been possible even for a Heroine for so long.

He strolled slowly around her, relishing the view from all angles as he stepped over the chain holding her right wrist and moved in front of her. For the sake of convenience, he had strung her up so her head and hips were at approximately hip height, and then bought in a chair so he could interrogate her face to upside-down face.

He sat in that chair and regarded her. 

The proud, defiant and noble face of the Heroine was now drawn, red, sweat-covered, slack-jawed and with unfocused, staring eyes. He had tied her hair to the floor to keep her head in one spot and it was pulling her forehead taut.

He waved in front of her vacant gaze. "Anybody home?"

Not even her pupils reacted.

With a sigh he took the remote out of his pocket and relaxed the tension on the three lines to her piercings.

She responded surprisingly rapidly, tone returning to her face and her eyes settling, coming together and focusing on him. She tried to speak, but it was a dry rasp.

He bent down for the water bottle by his feet. It was in the shape of a large dildo and the drinker had to suck hard to open the valve.

She already knew what it was and thirst overrode any revulsion she might still have. She opened her mouth wide and he slid it smoothly and with the ease of practice into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed and she drank a litre from the self-filling reservoir before she stopped sucking.

He pulled it out of her mouth. "You were saying?" He asked, politely.

"What do you want with me?" she croaked. "I couldn't answer any of your questions. What do you still want with me?"

"Well ..." he began, then stopped and frowned. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. She wasn't supposed to have reached that point in bargaining, ever. There was a script - near two hundred years had taught him exactly what it was. She was supposed to ...

"If it would help at all," she whispered, "I promise not to attack you if you let me down."

She was definitely not supposed to say that!

"Who are you?" he snarled, eyes narrowing. "And what have you done with the two-dimensional NPC I left strung up in these chains?"

"I am still Mercura," she croaked. What is an 'NPC'? I don't understand."

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, opened them to see her staring at him in pain, confusion and something that was definitely resignation. She had given up.

She had given up.

They never give up. 

It was a fundamental rule - Heroes never give up, never admit defeat, keep fighting in the face of the most blatant proof they've lost, all up until their minds are controlled.

But she had given up.

He leaned forwards in the chair to stare into her eyes, nose to forehead.

"Were you human?" he asked, harshly.

"No," she gasped. "I was never human. I began here."

This was becoming hard to take. He'd have to go and fuck one of his maids to recover composure, at this rate.

He took a deep breath. "How old are you?"

"I'm not sure ... maybe a year."

One year? That was far more random than he had guessed.

"When did you have this sudden realisation?" he asked flatly.

"I'm not sure ... I just ... realised."

He looked at her, dragging the moment out while trying to sort it through in his head and the look on her face, without the constant stimulation to her clitoris keeping her consciousness suppressed, becoming more and more drawn and stressed.

"What do you want with me?" she asked again, breaking the silence first. "Do you want to fuck me? Let me down and I'll fuck you."

He blinked, completely blind-sided. That was far too much like Sable, and unbalanced him for a second too long to maintain his composure. 

"You're a Heroine," he snarled. "Heroine's do pure and chaste, they don't offer to fuck their captors to be let off punishment."

"Why not?" she gasped, staring him straight in the eye. "You've done everything else to me. You've tormented me with sex for I don't know how long. I can't remember everything you've done to me. I got captured two weeks ago and raped and I didn't enjoy it but you've forced me to enjoy this.

"So fuck me. Tie me to a bed if you like. Rape me as much as ..."

"STOP!" He held up his hand, shaking a little with a confused mixture of bafflement, the fear of the strange and a murky rage at his assumptions being violated.

He pointed a quivering finger at his face. "You are changing," he snarled. "You are evolving. You are becoming more intelligent, more self-aware and more reasonable. Soon you will be indistinguishable from actual human. Why are you doing that? HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?"

"I don't know!" she almost shouted, without the energy to do so properly, tears of frustration adding to the tears of pain in her eyes.

He abruptly lifted the remote, pressed it. The lines attached to her piercings tautened slightly. She moaned, eyes rolling back in her head but consciousness still lingering.

"Ask me again," he said softly.

"Fuck meeee," she groaned, body beginning to tremble in the inverted suspension.

"Be specific."

"Shove your dick in me," she gasped out. "Fuck my pussy. Please!"

"Beg to suck my cock. Beg to be allowed to suck my cock."

Body and mind already broken, no amount of self-control could have prevented her from begging to wrap her lips around his head, begging to be allowed to suck him and show him what a good little cock-sucking whore she could be.

Her inventiveness impressed him so much he was convinced she wasn't trying to deceive him, wasn't just playing along with her kidnapper.

He slid off the chair into a crouch, ducked underneath her and came up between her legs, spreading his lab coat and pants with practiced ease and efficiency.

He turned off the tension once more and slipped the remote into his pocket before unclipping the line to the ring through her clitoris and flicking the thin cord out of the way.

"Mercura," he said, mildly. "Are you sure you haven't ever been fucked and enjoyed it?"

"No," she whispered, barely audible to where he stood in front of her glistening, spread pussy.

"It feels like this," he said, still mild, before seizing her hips, lining up and plunging in right to the core of her in one movement.

"OOOOHHHH, GOOODDDDD!"

He pulled back and slammed in, his cock swelling, stretching her, finding her limit in girth and length, filling her as completely as was possible, adjusting his hips and leaning slightly forwards so he slammed into her clitoris every time he bottomed out inside her.

Her body, stretched tight but not locked in position, writhed under his hands as he groped her wide hips, muscular ass and thighs, narrow waist and up to the unnaturally firm globes of her breasts.

He settled into the tireless, superhuman speed and power he could maintain for hours, letting a little precum leak to seep into her bloodstream and make her his, all the while keeping up a running monologue.

"This is what it feels like, and it can feel better. Later on it will feel better. Oh, it'll take me a long time to finish with you. I'll fuck your pussy until you cum, and I'll fuck your ass until you cum, and I'll fuck your mouth until I cum all over your pretty Super Heroine face and I'll fuck your tits and drench you with my cum and all the time you'll be desperate for more, you'll be begging, you'll be pleading, because this is what happens to Heroines after I've been playing with them for hours. 

"You'll recover, but until then you'll be mine. You'll be mine in body and soul and you'll be my willing fucktoy desperate to do anything I tell you to do, any sordid thing with me and my other toys because I know your body, I know how it works and I know how to make it mine and right now, strung up like meat, you can't fucking stop me.

"Now cum, bitch."

He let himself shoot inside her as her scream hit a pitch to shatter glass and her body thrashed in her bonds, clamping around him feeling so good he wondered, as he always did, how a non-Super could ever satisfy him again.

He pulled out of her abruptly, leaving her body desperate for more, his cock sticking grotesquely huge out the front of his pants.

Then he pulled out the remote and lowered her to the ground, the bonds falling away from her limbs and her body as limp as a rag doll.

#

Arnaud felt himself moved forwards, still bound rigidly upright.

"The thing about having sex while under mental control," Sable said, her voice dropping from angry to a calculated, meaningful purr that made his skin crawl from the more unmanning fear of the unexpected, "is that you don't remember it all. It's hazy, a jumble of sensations, emotions, images and snatches of events.

"The problem with that is, apart from being unsettling and just maybe intensely terrifying, is it's unsatisfying.

"It's just not fair if your body has all the fun and you didn't experience it properly, you know?"

Arnaud could sense her standing right in front of him, not by his powers but by the prickling of his forehead. He could also sense, as adrenalin washed his system and the pressure from the band around his balls did not let up, an involuntary erection.

"Luckily, I have almost everything I need to correct that. And you're now providing the missing piece very nicely."

He futilely tried to jerk backwards when he felt her grab his erection but his fear, based in uncertainty and his growing awareness of morality, was being fought by a deeper, more basic excitement and a desire to return to the sex he had only just discovered.

She began slowly massaging his cock a little too hard, a little impersonal, almost mauling it.

"I think, for the good of your further education, you should experience what being a toy feels like." Her voice dropped further, became a husky whisper that slowly caressed his libido even as it made him instinctively fight to get away. "I think I'm going to take my payment out of you."

He was hard beyond the point of return now. His body refused to listen to the reservations of his mind, it just wanted stimulation.

He knew she had no power over his mind but that was now a moot point when he didn't even have power over his own body.

He felt himself moving again, twisting in the air, turning so his sense of gravity became confused and he wasn't sure where he was until he landed on his bed, face-up.

The bands around his balls and the base of his cock kept him pointing straight upwards.

The bed moved as she slid onto it, shifting and rolling him until he felt her thighs settle around his waist and his bound arms, her naked flesh pushing his into the bed. The sensation was more exciting than he could have expected.

She shifted and he felt her buttocks press around his vertically trapped shaft and begin slowly rubbing up and down. The sensation was silken, intimate, erotic but absolutely maddening because, by touching only the top of his shaft below the head, she avoided all the most sensitive flesh.

She twisted her hips and he felt the dampness on her lips slide over his cock a second before her nipples grazed his chest and her full and firm breasts pressed him against the bed.

"You used me entirely for your experience," she whispered, so close her breath tickled his nose. "So I'm going to use you entirely for my pleasure. You're my toy now until I'm satisfied. You bound my mind so I will bind your body. You won't get to cum until I'm good and ready to let you, and since I don't have powers of mind control, I may just have to use pain instead."




Sable and the Supers Ch. 07



He suddenly felt pressure against his anus, tried to jerk away again but could do nothing as it slowly built, something round pressing against him until, no matter how hard he desperately clenched, it forced inside him. He whimpered, the sense of violation jarring violently with the remembered image, from her mind, of how good this intrusion could feel.

He throbbed even harder.

"Feel that?" she purred, her breath tickling his face. "Just like Supers and their machines keep doing to me. It's such a pity you can't feel yourself being invaded front as well as back."

The pressure in his arse grew and he felt the thing slide inside until it passed where he had nerve endings and kept moving. It stretched him until he whimpered in pain and then stopped. His cock was now throbbing constantly.

She slowly licked his face, sliding her tongue up one cheek from his jawline to over the band around his eyes. He whimpered again.

She moved, her flesh suddenly no longer pressing against his cock, leaping athletically up the bed, landing with her calves pressing against his shoulders. He could smell her suddenly, a sharp musk more intense and arousing than the mere scent of her skin.

"Open wide," she said from far above him. "I know you know how."

He did know, from flesh memories filtered murkily through how badly her mind had been destroyed at the time.

He opened his mouth and felt her move, lower herself onto him. 

His first taste of her awoke second-hand memories in his mind and instincts in his body. He suddenly craved her, began licking and sucking on her lips, finding her entrance with his tongue and forcing his way inside her as she purred and gasped above him. 

"I don't know what it is," she gasped, "about revenge that is ... oh! ... So FUCKING HOT!"

She grabbed his hair, forced his head up. His tongue slid out of her and along, finding a hard, protruding nub that made her shake and exhale violently when he traced its outline.

She crushed his mouth against her with both hands, making it difficult for him to breath as he desperately laved her until she shuddered violently, let out a long groan and wet his face. 

The taste of her cum was new and exciting, and when she released him he started licking it off his chin until her fingers trapped his tongue.

"Leave some for me," she purred, before her weight shifted again, he felt her roll sideways, twist and stretch to lie alongside him, not touching his now painful genitals before slowly licking his chin clean, lingering on every stroke of her tongue.

She sucked on his chin, then slid higher up and kissed him harshly. He eagerly returned the kiss until her thumb forced his jaw wide open and she explored inside his mouth with her tongue, still tasting of her own juices.

When she pulled back he had to gasp for air.

He felt her slither down his body, her skin sliding over his with skin-crawling eroticism, until he knew without feeling it that her mouth was next to his groin.

When her lips engulfed the head of his now painfully hard cock an uncontrollable shiver went through every cell of his body, making the skin on his head crawl.

She effortlessly slid further down, sliding him through the warm hollow of her mouth to the snug wetness of her throat and down, sheathing him inside her tight oesophagus. The sensations, as she slowly slid him in and out, sucking a little when just his head was behind her lips and then swallowing him back down again, made his nerves scream, a strangled gasp of half pleasure, half pain, all desperate frustration bursting from him.

She pulled off, leaving him aching for more and the bands around the base of his cock allowing him no closer to release.

"Have to get you properly lubricated," she purred, the bed shifting as she moved and positioned herself. He whimpered behind his blindfold, knowing exactly what she meant, before her nether lips pushed down onto his head and she slowly impaled herself upon him.

She squeezed as she lowered herself, forcing her flesh around him, squeezing his head. The sensations from his cock were now fire and ice, his whole body alive and aroused but burning. He opened his mouth to scream and she plugged it with a short, thick gag that forced itself to the back of his throat. He took it without gagging, the memories from her head telling him how.

She purred as she settled herself fully onto him. He could feel the entrance to her womb deep inside her. She moved, pressing and rubbing him at her limit, gasping in pleasure as he tried to scream around the gag.

She began to ride him, pressing her palms into his chest to support her, breathing heavily, fucking herself on him as hard and as fast as a Super could, a searing ribbon of pain from his oversensitive cock only adding to his body's lust.

Her breathing turned to gasps. Inside his head, curled around himself while his body was wracked by sensation, he was begging her to finish, to climax, to stop torturing him.

Her pussy around him clenched even harder, pure agony making his nipples stand up like bullets and his balls clench futilely, full of cum they couldn't release.

She began shouting, urging herself on, moving in a blur of speed until she spasmed around him, squeezing his shaft so hard he nearly blacked out, her cum squirting out even from that seal, soaking his belly and thighs, his ears assaulted by the shriek of a Super in absolute, dominant ecstasy.

She fell onto him when she came off her peak, hungrily sucking and licking the sweat off his face, almost eating his flesh. 

She lifted herself off his still impossibly rigid shaft, shuddering with delight as it slowly left cunt while he almost wept with relief.

He felt her lie down next to him, her leg thrown over his, her breasts pressing into his side as she lightly tickled his chest.

"Was that too much for you?" she purred into his ear, breath tickling him. "I had to last three hours of that torment once. Don't tell me you big, strong men are weaker than us soft women?"

She began loosening the bands around his cock and his balls, very slowly, his nerves not capable of registering a small change they were so drained.

"I guess the rules are that every torture ends with the victim cumming, hmmm? So I guess I'll have to make you cum, then, won't I?"

He almost quailed from that, terrified of what it would feel like when he was finally allowed release.

Blood began to flow more freely in and out of his shaft, bringing the same sort of blessed relief as severe pins and needles bring to a cramped limb, but on a scale of a hundredfold.

"The question is," she continued, her fingers softly running over where his chest was bare between his bonds, deftly avoiding his nipples, "is how." She tweaked one nipple, sharply, the pain a muted, pleasurable spike to his libido after the torture from his groin.

"I really don't want to do you any favours if you're my prisoner, now do I?" She grabbed his nipple and stretched and twisted brutally, blood surging back into his cock, a pulse so close to cumming running through it.

"After all, little fuck-toys get used, they don't get pleasured, am I right?" She switched to his other nipple, crimping it between her fingernails, stretching until his skin would stretch no more and then releasing it with a sharp snap. The sensation felt as good to his cock as her lips had.

He felt himself turned, rotated as if on a spit, facing away from her. The plug in his arse, which had faded into inconsequentiality, suddenly came back to sharp prominence in his mind. 

She pressed up against him, breasts pillowing against his back, hard thighs against his, hips against his buttocks, and the plug shifted.

"I've always wanted to use a strap-on," she purred into his suddenly newly terrified ear, "but I never liked girls. Which was always a dilemma, until now."

She flexed her hips, and the plug inside him moved, stretching and rubbing his anus. He was still wearing the dildo gag and couldn't whimper, but he tried anyway.

"Do you know your G-spot is inside your arse?" she asked him, chattily. "It's true. Right up with your prostate."

She began pumping her hips, fucking him with what was clearly a longer and thicker shaft than a mere plug. 

He tried to squirm away but despite her distractions his bonds did not give a millimetre. 

She buried the dildo inside him and wriggled her hips. He could only feel it at his entrance, but that was more than enough. His traitorous cock began to pulse, without touching anything but the air.

She lined herself up and began a long, slow, in-and-out stroke. "I was never quite sure what men saw in this," she said, still friendly and chatty. "They always seemed to want to shove things in my arse. But you know, I can see the attraction of this. There's such a great sense of power about fucking you from behind."

She punctuated her last word by slamming deep inside him, tears of humiliation squeezing out of his eyes.

"Don't try and tell me you don't like this," she purred into his ear. "I can see you twitch."

He squeezed his eyes shut, deeply ashamed. It was true. His cock was throbbing demandingly, was slowly building towards cumming, desperate for any sort of touch, even the sheets on the bed, but denied everything. The only stimulation was to his arse and deep inside it.

"I always wondered what it was like to fuck someone this hard," she said with teeth in her voice, slowly pumping harder and faster into his arse. "I've always been on the receiving end."

She was slamming into him now, bruising him, her hips slapping his buttocks so fast the sounds almost merged into one continuous noise, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge of cumming.

"It feels," she ended, a tigerish grin in her words, "FUCKING FANTASTIC."

He came, spurting so violently he sprayed over the edge of the bed and halfway to the wall, pumping out cum as she continued to fuck him, only his last spurts landing on the bed.

#

The Engineer carried Mercura to his bedroom in a reverse of the traditional fireman's carry, head first, her lips stretched hungrily over the top half of his cock, every step making her bounce on her pneumatic boobs against his belly, fellating him without any effort from her exhausted body and glazed mind.

Siobhan was standing to attention by his door and licked her lips as they passed. He ignored her, so she began idly frigging herself when the door closed between them.

The Engineer marched up to his bed and flipped Mercura up and over and onto it, dropping her sprawled with her feet up towards the pillows, her shoulders on the edge, her head hanging over the edge, her lips not moving from his cock.

He began rocking his hips to slide a few inches in and out of her mouth as he stripped to the waist, then he leant forwards and grabbed her breasts, the hard piercings and her almost as hard nipples pressing into his palms as he put almost his entire weight on them and slid all the way into her throat until she was suffocated by his balls.

She took her first ever deep-throat with ease, even though her lips and her throat were stretched to accommodate his girth. He couldn't remember if he had ever met a single woman in this world who had a gag reflex. Or, for that matter, a hymen.

Her body began twitching from lack of oxygen before he pulled back and opened her nose again, slowly fucking her throat as he leant hard enough on her breasts to lift his heels off the ground. 

Her hips began twitching in involuntary fucking motions before he pulled back, left just his head inside her lips, said "Swallow all of it," and came, pouring a gallon into her mouth, her throat opening and accepting it like a speed drinker, closing to swallow convulsively only as the stream slowed into a trickle.

He stepped back and ripped off his pants, kicking off his boots as she gasped for air, mouth slackly open, face flushed and sweaty hair reaching the ground.

With one movement he leapt onto the bed and twisted, landing straddling her, cock slapping against her belly. He pushed himself up, grabbed her torso and pulled her underneath him so her head lay on the bed, staring up at him so doped on his cum her eyes barely reacted when he put himself right in her line of sight.

"Where you serious about being prepared to fuck me?" he asked evenly. 

"Yes Master," she croaked, her throat now lubricated but still too drained to talk properly.

"Why?"

"I wanted ... to bargain."

"Would you have tried to defeat me?"

"I would have ... kept my word."

He stared at her, completely nonplussed. 

Sable had been genuinely happy to have sex for the sake of having sex. His maids had been lifestyle submissives looking for a live-in Master. Felony had been looking for a good time. Every woman in this world had either resisted sex or welcomed it. Now Mercura said she would have accepted it because she thought she had to?

He had spent several weeks now watching his assumptions, his knowledge, his comfortable and well-worked out sets of rules crumble around him, culminating in finding Mercura growing and evolving as a sentient entity almost as he watched. 

Now the Heroine's use of sex as merely another bargaining tool - possibly the most human thing any non-human inhabitant of this world had ever done - made him feel suddenly and irresistibly angry.

He slid down her body far enough to line up at her entrance and shoved into her in one violent movement, shouting with rage as he did so. 

His girth and her muscles made it a fight but one he was equal to. She screamed with pure pleasure, arching up underneath him, lifting them both off the bed and lifting them higher when, bottoming out, he drove her piercing ring into her clitoris.

He fucked her brutally, driven by a passion that completely overrode his normal calculating enjoyment.

She found the energy to scream in ecstasy over and over again, every time he slammed into her, jolting her up the bed and driving the air from her lungs. Her body was still too weak to wrap her limbs around him so her legs convulsed on the bed and her fingers clawed into the bedclothes.

Her pure enjoyment made him angrier, made him double his efforts, plunging into her so hard every time it would have shattered a non-Super's pelvis, crushing her clitoris with its piercing, the mind-robbing lust from it joining the explosion from her whole cunt to make every cell in her body seem to explode.

He started crying, soundlessly, not letting up his fucking as his rage began burning itself out in her eagerly receptive body.

She screamed in prolonged orgasm three times before, feeling drained and hollow, he came deep inside her at the entrance to her womb, the most unsatisfying ejaculation he could remember, and collapsed on top of her.

#

Sable had let him go after she had dressed, and ordered him to get dressed immediately. 

He was learning - he was very carefully not looking at her face, although she wasn't sure if it was the best solution since it meant he spent a lot of time looking at her cleavage instead, and it kept distracting him.

"How many other ... Supers are there?"

"In the world? I don't think anyone knows. In this city? I'm not sure. I've met five or six Villains, I've met three Heroes, I think, and I've no idea how many there actually are. I haven't had time to try and do any sort of census yet."

He frowned, confused. "You tell me I am human, not Villain, but ..."

She cut him off, sighing. "You are unique. I am ... not quite unique. We are both different to every other Super in this city, and almost all the other Supers in the world. I used to be human. You are new and you are ... less defined, more flexible. You know you are new, and you have the capacity for growth. They, so far, have ... Actually not no capacity for growth, but ...

"Ah, fuck it. Look: The Supers in this city, Heroes and Villains both, have grown since I arrived, but they grew in very predictable, very similar ways. Heroes and Villains did not blur the lines, they did not muddy the waters, they did not start overlapping. They become more complex stereotypes, but they are, all of them, still stereotypes. 

"That is what I am warning you against, do you see?"

He was silent for a moment, frowning. "I ... think so. What do I do now?"

She smiled, faintly. "You can start by making us more coffee. The first lot got cold."

#

The Engineer lay on top of the limp Mercura until he got his breath back then, with a sudden feeling of self-loathing, twisted to pull out of her and throw himself sideways, landing on his back and lying without touching her.

As soon as his shrinking cock left her deliciously sore vagina, Mercura's eyes began to clear, tone returning to her face and her Super powers of rejuvenation giving her back speech and fine motor coordination.

She rolled her head to look at him, lifting an eyebrow in surprise at the look of bleakness on his face.

He detected her movement, knew it signified a recovery more rapid than she should have been capable of, but no longer had the energy to be offended or even surprised by the fact. It now seemed perfectly normal. He would deal with complexities later.

He made a complicated gesture with one hand in the air, a gesture detected by a small camera in the corner of the room, interpreted by his house computer and relayed to the kitchen where Catherine put down her copy of The Ages of Lulu, picked up a pre-prepared tray, and walked briskly out past the hot water tap on the Engineer's rococco espresso machine.

When she walked in, she automatically licked her lips at the sight of the two Supers, sweat-sheened and exhausted, sprawled across the bed. She was surprised when Mercura rolled her head backwards to see her, lifting an eyebrow at her costume and then rolled tiredly over to be able to take the drink Catherine offered her.

The maid moved from surprise to concern when she saw the listless, depressed look on her Master's face and went sideways to shock when Mercura, with no hint of mental submissiveness, dismissed the maid as sexually uninteresting and gave the Engineer a calculating look.

Catherine retreated, burning with questions and desperately keeping her place by not asking any of them.

She stopped outside the door, giving the slightly dishevelled Siobhan, who had heard the entire session, a look that snapped the brunette out of her quiet self-satisfaction.

"Who the hell has he got?" Catherine asked, uselessly.

Inside the room Mercura, gulping orange juice to moisten her throat, kept steadily looking at the Engineer's face and let the silence drag out until she no longer felt parched.

"I wouldn't like to think it was me making you feel like that."

He rewarded the joke with a short, harsh laugh. "You are now human," he said flatly.

She frowned. "I told you ..."

"You are NOW human," he emphasised. "You hadn't lived before this world, you weren't reborn as I was, you were as complicated as a character in a movie but you are now human. Somehow, somewhy, your mind evolved."

She tried to digest that and failed.

He detected her frown even without looking at her, and smiled bitterly. "Now," he said, "you may imagine some of what I have been feeling."

She mentally backtracked over the conversation. "What do you mean I was as complicated as a movie character?"

"You lived to a script. You didn't learn, or adapt, or move outside the narrow confines of that script. You displayed a morality as complicated as a children's book. You weren't autonomous. You were a character."

She opened her mouth for a reflex angry response, and managed to stop herself. And think. And light slowly dawned.

"Okaaay," she said, slowly, as memories came flooding in. "I ..."

She hurled her glass across the room and twisted to sit bolt upright on the bed, the room lights glinting off the large chromed rings in her nipples as she glared at him. "What the fuck did you do to me?"




Sable and the Supers Ch. 07



"Fucked if I know! Nothing I haven't been doing for TWO HUNDRED FUCKING YEARS!"

She still glared at him, but all she could detect was angry, baffled sincerity.

"Two hundred years? And you've never seen ..."

"Not once. You're unique! Feel special?" he asked, rolling onto his side to look up at her.

She gave a tight smile but didn't respond to that, merely sliding back down to the bed, resting her head on one hand propped up on her elbow.

"You sure you haven't tried anything new? Interrogating women for hours? Asking them if they remember being human? Fucking them sore?"

It took until she finished speaking for the odd thing out to strike him, and it stuck in his mind so powerfully he clamped down on it, saying weakly "I don't think so."

"Hmm. Well, I'm sure you'll work it out."

He slumped on the bed. He was pretty sure he just had, but needed a lot of time to think it over.

"Well," he began, his normal personality reasserting itself, "you've tried sex now. Can I encourage you to try again?"

She gave another tight smile. "I enjoyed that, don't worry. I can see why you are so focused on sex, and I can see why it's so popular. And I can see why you use it to torture and brain-wash, and I think I will choose my sex without chemical aids, thank you."

"Pity. Well, I can offer you ..." he began, gesturing in the direction of the door. 

"I've seen your maid," she cut him off, smiling less tightly but not wider, "but I seem to be heterosexual, thank you."

"Are you sure?" He bit back the offer to change her mind for her, and simply finished, slightly lamely, on "Pity."

She pushed herself off the bed, moving with a naked pantherine grace he felt helpless to not notice. "You didn't keep my costume, did you?"

He gestured towards the corner of the room. "Wardrobe over there. It'll have your details. I designed the bloody things."

"Did you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Well, that explains the range of choices, then."

He declined to comment, choosing instead to divide the entirety of his attention between her perfect, round, toned ass and the lush curve of her boob as it swelled out wider than her ribcage.

When she emerged, he was also dressed - and feeling far too sober. "What are you going to do now?" he asked her. "Now you've grown up?"

"I will be doing a lot of thinking," she said, adjusting her skirt and deliberately not feeling offended by the phrasing of his question. "You will probably find out what I decide on, eventually. It'll probably end up being quite obvious."

He nodded. "Oh," he said, "there is one thing I really should let you know, before you find out for yourself."

She looked up at him, one hand adjusting the cuff of one glove. "Oh?"

He reached out to flick one of her nipples, where it was visible through the latex of her blouse above the perfect circle of the ring.

"OH DEAR FUCKING GOD!" She staggered, landing backwards on her knees, chest heaving for air in a way that made his throat and his pants simultaneously tighten.

"That effect seems to be permanent. I'm sorry about that. I ... have a bit of a habit of it. You can take the rings out if you have enough self-control, or I can do it for you, but you're going to have to be careful. I'm truly sorry."

He turned away, feeling very tired and embarrassed and old as she stared at him open-mouthed and with dilated pupils slowly subsiding. 

Her mouth closed but it took her a few minutes before she felt good enough to stand up.

#

It had been years since the Engineer had needed to think so hard about anything. Creation for him had been an artistic process, no matter how carefully he did his sums. It had made him mentally lazy.

It had been many fewer years since Sable, then a university undergrad, had needed to think so hard about anything philosophical. She found it easier.

She wasn't too surprised when he answered so quickly.

"Glad you rang," he said, "I ..."

"I've found ..." she began simultaneously.

They both stopped, paused a single heart-beat, tried to jump in again, and then both laughed with the nervous tones of those who think they're at fault but aren't quite sure.

"You first," they both said simultaneously. 

"No, you," again overlapping.

The Engineer tried to regroup, Sable finally broke the cycle. "The hell with it," she said. "Together!

"I've found a brand new Super with no memories, who knows it."

Finally with permission to dive in, he burst out at the same time: "I've had a Super turn into a human."

They both stared at each other, open-mouthed, then began laughing, hysterically and uncontrollably.

#

Author's postscript:

This will be the last story in this series. It has become a seven-part epic when it was only ever intended as a one-shot, but there is the end of it. Feel free to fill in the philosophical blanks yourself.

I can't say I haven't enjoyed being driven to write more and more of them, and I hope you've enjoyed reading them.



Sable and The Supers Ch. 01



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.

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 covered in 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?"

"Sable. Who the fuck are you two?"

"I am The Engineer," he said with a courtly bow, capitals falling neatly into place on both words "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 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.

Then 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 GOOOOD!!!"

"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, and 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 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.




Sable and The Supers Ch. 01



"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 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'm 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 colleagues - 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 not?" she replied violently, waving expressively at the screen. "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 wound up 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.