2 comments/ 11436 views/ 9 favorites Archbaroness vs. Mary-Annette By: PhiloHunter Archbaroness flies low over Megatropolis, thinking about the events of the last few days. She is on patrol, looking for any crime in need of being stopped by a heroine's might. Megatropolis, always full of crime, has seemed in extra need of her watchful eyes these last few days. In a city this big there will always be crime. Like anywhere else in the world the crime rate will sometimes spike randomly, and that seemed to have happened a few days. The crimes had mostly been small things: petty break-ins and muggings, a hand full of bodega robberies. Each event not amounting to very much on its own but adding up into a larger pattern. It was a larger pattern that one of the local television stations news department noticed. Being it was an otherwise slow news day they did a story on the spike in crime. When the number of incidents were even higher the next day they continued their story. Soon all the other networks had picked up the story of "Megatropolis' current crime wave". Sure, none of the crimes had been anything major but the networks didn't care, they just wanted their story. That night all across Megatropolis the city's various criminal organizations and super villains saw the news reports. Each seemed to have decided that if the rest of the city's criminals were going to be busy they would be too. The day after all the networks had picked up the story crime doubled. And the day after that it rose even further. Archbaroness had responded quickly. As leader of the Megatropolis Amazons, the city's official super team, she knew it was her responsibility to help ease the worries of a now frightened city. Although she and her teammate's occasionally patrolled the city their main duty was to respond when a superpowered foe the city's police couldn't handle appeared. To ease the public mind Archbaroness had declared that her and her teammates would now be on constant patrol, no longer waiting for a call from the police for help. At this very moment her teammates Brickhouse and Champion Girl were out patrolling other parts of the city. Even with their constant surveillance adding to what the city's other superheroines did the crime rate seemed to be continuing to climb. She was contemplating pulling Lab Rat and Psychia out into the field to patrol as well. They both normally served as support members of the team but when pressed they were able to hold their own in the never ending fight against crime. Archbaroness looks down and sees commotion on the streets below her. Zeroing in on it she begins to descend from the sky. As she approaches the ground she can see that the commotion is outside a high end jewelry store, and from the looks of things the place is being robbed. As she draws ever near the street below her she can make out three masked men with guns standing by the front door. She slams down onto the pavement, sending a shock wave out that knocks the three of them to the ground. She stands above them, striking a heroic pose that she hopes will send fear running down their spines. The easiest way to win a fight, she thinks, is to stop it before it begins. She is tall, standing a full half a foot taller than most men. Her body is well muscled, the tight purple bodysuit and semi-transparent purple leggings that make up her costume showing off her physique. Of course the tight, skimpy costume also shows off her world famous bust, large and as impressive as her mighty super strength. Adding a final dash to her costume is her trademark tiara. She looks down at the nearest of the masked men, angling her head so the sun glints of the tiara's well polished rim. "If you give up now I promise I won't have to hurt you," she says in her firmest voice. She watches as the man quivers under her gaze. He fights to keep eye contact with her, momentarily defiant. Then Archbaroness sees is resolve shatter. A moment later he throws up his arms in defeat and says, "Okay, take me in." "You fucking coward," one of the other men says. Archbaroness turns to face him as he lifts his gun and fires a bullet at her stomach. She stands her ground, laughing as it simply bounces off her abs. The bullet doesn't even tear a hole in her costume as it is made of a material designed to stay intact through situations such as this. "I'm afraid you don't appear to have a gun big enough to affect me. Now put the weapon down and come quietly." The heroine continues to stand her ground, doing her best to stare the man down. For a moment the he looks like his will has broken, lowering his weapon and frowning. Archbaroness assumes he has surrendered so begins to turn to the third man on the ground. As she does the second man lifts his gun back into the air and opens fire once more, except this time he aims for her chest. The bullets impact her breasts, causing her ample flesh to vibrate. Her purple body suit is strapless and low cut, leaving a large amount of her impressive cleavage showing. Her breasts bounce and jiggle, drawing the eye of every man in sight. The man firing his weapon at her continues to do so, but is as distracted by the sight of her moving cleavage as every other man. Her costume is designed to be as revealing as it is for situations just like this. Their attentions momentarily distracted from the fight at hand she is able to strike unopposed. She leaps towards the man firing at her and manages to grab the weapon from his hand before he even realizes what is happening. She squeezes the gun in one mighty fist, crumpling into a useless metal scrap. She then grabs the front of the man's shirt and swings him up over her head then down onto his back. The impact onto the pavement leaves him groaning in pain and incapacitated. Archbaroness twirls around and sees the other two men still on the ground but with their hands raised into the air. "We surrender," they both shout in unison. "Smart decision, boys. Now hold still while I call this in." Archbaroness activates the communicator hidden behind her ear, opening a direct line to the Megatropolis Police Department dispatcher. She informs them of her location and that she will need someone to come take the criminals she has apprehended into custody. By then a crowd of onlookers have gathered around. As they applaud her Archbaroness bows graciously to them. She hears the applause increase and suspects it's because her bow has given the crowd a look down her top. Archbaroness blushes in response. The fact is she, like all other women with an active Power-Gene, has an overactive libido. Always having enjoyed exhibitionism she feels herself growing slightly aroused as the crowd ogles her body. On top of that she has had particularly sensitive breasts since her powers activated. The slightest touch, no matter how gentle are harsh, can leave her aroused and distracted. The gunfire that vibrated and jiggled my girls has me all hot and bothered, or else I wouldn't be showing off for this crowd, she thinks. But I know this city loves me as much for my body as for all the crime I protect it from. No problem giving them what they want! As she thinks this she bends down even lower. The titillating moment is interrupted by the sudden shout of, "Aw shit, a fucking heroine!" Archbaroness rights herself and spins around, jumping into action. It seems the criminals she apprehended were just the lookout men. There was a fourth man inside the jewelry store already conducting the robbery when she landed. As she turns she can see that he is holding two large bags full of pilfered goods. He drops the heavy bags to the ground then quickly raises his arms into the sky. "I give up just like they did, just don't hit me!" The crowd watching erupts into applause and cheers once again. The police show up moments later and begin to take the men into custody. "I figured all them cops and heroines would just be too busy to catch us," one of the men says as he is forced into the back of the police van that will take him to jail. "I guess this just wasn't out lucky day," one of the other men responds. I should probably get back to patrolling, Archbaroness thinks, but everyone in this crowd is so eager to shake my hand and thank me. It wouldn't hurt to stay for a few minutes. Besides, a little more public goodwill is always good for the team. Archbaroness signs autographs and poses for cell phone photos with members of the crowd around her. She is so busy smiling and conversing with those around her that she fails to notice a suspicious woman wearing an obvious disguise on the edge of the crowd. The wig she wears hides her real hair and the large, heavily tinted sunglasses obscure her facial features. The mystery woman smiles, pleased that Archbaroness hasn't noticed her lurking nearby. She raises one of her arms and begins to wiggle the fingers of that hand. As she does pink light begins to emanate from her eyes, the glow apparent even around her large sunglasses. Slowly she turns and begins to walk away. Archbaroness' expression suddenly freezes in place. She has a wide grin on her face, her mouth wide open as she was saying thank you to yet another well wisher. For a moment her whole body freezes along with her face then jerks forward. Her arm swing wildly up, pushing the person she is talking to roughly to the ground. She then lurches forward, taking long strides through the crowd and moving as if she has forgotten how to move her body. The people she pushes past complain and shout confused questions at her but Archbaroness seems to be unable to hear them. She simply continues forward, the same dopey, wide opened mouth grin stuck on her face. She marches forward a couple of blocks, her jerky movements becoming more fluid with every few steps she takes. By the time she turns and disappears into a shadowy alleyway she is moving perfectly normal, the only sign something is wrong with her being the odd expression on her unmoving face. There is a limousine waiting in the alley. All of its windows are tinted, preventing anyone outside of the vehicle from seeing who is inside it. One of the back doors is open as if waiting just for Archbaroness. She gets into the car, moving as if she expected it to be there, then slams the door behind her. A moment later the tires of the limousine screech as the car peels off down the alley. It exits out onto the street and is soon lost in the heavy traffic of Megatropolis City... *** Archbaroness sits perfectly still in the back of the limousine. She is staring forward at the window between the back area of the vehicle and the driver's compartment. The surface of the glass is made to look like a mirror, although she is certainly transparent on the other side. Archbaroness as of yet had no idea who sits on the other side of the glass, but she is sure whoever they are they are watching her and responsible for her loss of control over her own body. The mighty heroine stares at her reflection. Her face is unmoving, the wide, happy open mouth grin staring mockingly back at her. She wants to shout, to ask where she is being taken, to rip the door open and fly to safety. But Archbaroness can't move a single muscle. She simply sits there, a prisoner in her own body. What happened to me, she thinks. Did someone somehow drug me? Was I injected with Formula CCP or Super GHB? No... both of those drugs can make someone even as strong as me into an obedient play thing, but I would have had to hear someone instructing me! And I never heard a thing... I just felt this odd, warm sensation spread down my body and then I was no longer in control. Archbaroness runs through the list of the many super powered villains her and the other Megatropolis Amazons have faced together. More than enough of them have various powers that can allow them to control a heroine's mind or body. Her mind first goes to Cape Crusher, a superpowered man who had powerful pheromones that gave him near total control over all those that got near him. But they had defeated him some time ago, and the last she saw of him he had been handed over to the Federal Super Suppression Forces. No, it couldn't be him... Every villain she thinks of is incarcerated. Maybe there has been a prison break that is fueling this crime wave? Maybe that's why things are getting worse... Archbaroness is temporarily distracted as she feels the vehicle come to a stop. But as she is unable to turn her head to look out the windows she isn't able to see where they have stopped. There is no sign that the driver is getting out of the car, but she does hear odd shuffling noises on the other side of the one way mirror. As nothing seems to be happening yet her mind begins to wonder again. She suddenly remembers that there was recently a villain at large in Megatropolis with body control powers. Mary-Annette, the villainess from England that Lady Centurion fought when she first arrived here from Italy! Lady Centurion apprehended her but she was freed on some technicality because she was a foreign national. She had been shipped back to England... could she have already returned to America? Almost as if in answer to her question Archbaroness feels her body begin to move. It's a strange, alien feeling. Her limbs move as if they were part of someone else's body, but she can still feel all of her strong muscles reacting to another's commands. She feels herself turn, open the door, and get out of the vehicle. She sees that she is in some kind of underground parking garage. All of the other parked cars she can see look to be expensive sports models. Maybe I'm somewhere in the financial district? The residential buildings there all have underground parking garages like this so their rich residents never have to set foot on the streets with the "common" folk. Her thoughts are interrupted as her body is made to turn. She finds herself face to face with the villainess Mary-Annette. She smiles at Archbaroness, her eyes glowing with pink energy. The woman is tall, standing almost eye to eye with Archbaroness. She has bright pink hair that seems to match the color of her glowing eyes. It is pulled back into a bun, although locks of her artificially colored hair hang down the front of her face. She has on a skimpy dress that shows off ample amounts of her pale skin. The white fabric of the top of the dress hugs her breasts. They would be large for a normal woman, but as a powered individual they are on the smaller side. Below that the fabric is deep red, making the white cloth above and below it stand out. The bottom dress is flared, puffing out in rippling layers. It's cut high to show off the woman's long, muscular legs. "Sorry, Love, but I had to get out of my disguise and back into my costume," she says with a British accent. She adjusts her breasts with one hand, holding the other up in the air. Now that Archbaroness has noticed the raised arm she sees that the fingers of that hand are held out at odd angles, as if she were holding the strings to an invisible marionette. Archbaroness feels herself begin to turn around and walk. She notices that as soon as she begins to move Mary-Annette starts to wiggle her fingers. Archbaroness then realizes SHE is the marionette that the villainess is controlling. Slowly Archbaroness feels herself walking through the underground parking garage. She can see she is headed to the elevators that lead up into whatever building they are under. Mary-Annette is soon walking beside her, seen only through the side of Archbaroness' eyes. The super villain is still making Archbaroness look dumbly strait ahead of her, the eager grin still locked on her face. "I am ever so glad to be back on this side of the pond. The crime here in the states is just so much more... fun!" She slaps Archbaroness on the ass with her free hand as she says this. "Oh my, such a big, meaty ass you have! I think my client is going to be very happy with you..." On that ominous note the two reach the elevators. Mary-Annette pushes a button, the doors open, and together they step inside. "Be a dear and hit floor 38, will?" Mary-Annette waits in silence while Archbaroness stands perfectly still and mute beside her. "Oh, how impolite of me! I seem to have forgotten that if I want you to do something I have to make you." The villainess laughs cruelly, making it clear she is mocking the heroine. Archbaroness feels her arm reach up and click the button labeled "38". "There we go, that wasn't so hard! Now turn and look at me." Archbaroness feels her body turn and she is once again face to face with the woman in control of her body. As the elevator ascends to its destination Mary-Annette looks her over. "Nice body. HUGE fucking tits. And you show off even more cleavage than I do. Then again, I suppose you HAVE far more than I do. What size bra would you have to wear? I imagine something ridiculous like a double H, maybe even bigger." She stops talking again, as if waiting for an answer. "Oh yes, can't speak, can you? It's a shame... it's the one thing I can't make my human puppets do." There is a loud ding and the elevator doors slide open. Together the two women exit the elevator and begin walking down the hallway. "Well, this is our floor! I called ahead; our client should be ready for us. He's paid quite a bit to have some 'intimate' time with one of the city's many superheroines. I told him I couldn't guarantee any one specific woman and he seemed okay with that. But he did tell me which of you fat titted cows he likes the most. I have a feeling he'll be arse over tits it's you, but you'll understand once you see the inside of his apartment." They stop at one of the doors. Archbaroness feels herself step to the side, so that whoever opens the door will be unable to see her. Mary-Annette knocks on the door then stands up straight, making herself as impressive as possible. Archbaroness hears the door open, but is not turned towards it so she can't see who has answered it. "Are you ready to have some fun, Mr. Medina?" "Why yes I am... who have you brought me?" The man begins to lean out the door to see who is standing next to Mary-Annette, but the villainess uses her free hand to push him back inside. "Not quite yet, good sir. I'm sorry to be so vulgar, but there is the little matter of payment. Once I have the cash in my hand I will show you who I've brought you." "Yes, of course, I'm so sorry." Archbaroness hears shuffling from inside of the apartment as the man goes to get something, quickly returning with it. She is facing Mary-Annette and can see that she has been handed a large brick of money. "It's all there, I promise." "Very good. Now, may I present to you..." Mary-Annette hops to the side and makes Archbaroness jump into her place. As she does so the heroine feels herself strike a heroine pose, pressing her chest out so that her breasts nearly hit the man in the face. For the first time since Mary-Annette took control of her body the expression frozen on her face fits what the rest of her body is doing. She is made to hold the pose for a moment then she makes other poses, one's more sexually charges than she would choose to do on her own. But the expression on her face is finally allowed to change and for the moment Archbaroness is just happy to be moving her sore facial muscles. Now that she can see him she recognizes him at once: Phillip Medina. Only 23, the young man is already a multimillionaire. He was the mind behind what is currently the most popular social media platform. He looks even younger than 23; thin and short with greasy, messy hair and big rimmed glasses. He looks less like a billion and more like a nerdy college student. Archbaroness vs. Mary-Annette I guess until recently he was just a nerdy college student, Archbaroness thinks. And now he has enough money to hire a super powered individual to capture a woman and make her his play thing... Archbaroness has no doubts about what will happen inside this man's home. In fact, the more she thinks about what is about to transpire the more she feels her body responding eagerly to the thought of it. It's the curse of an active P-Gene: an over active libido that can leave even the strongest woman a mindless, drooling slut with the right sexual attention. Her body is warming to the thoughts of how this man is about to use her, filling her with shame. Of course the shame makes the situation even kinkier, arousing her even more. Eventually the stunned man stops ogling Archbaroness long enough to express how happy he is. "Holy shit, I can't believe you bagged THE Archbaroness! Come in, come in!" The man ushers them into the apartment. As Archbaroness is lead into the room she can see that this man is a major fan of the many heroines of Megatropolis. His walls are covered with posters of them, his book cases full of every book written about them and the tables around the room are covered in stacks of magazines feature heroines on the cover. Amongst the more mundane objects of fandom are miniatures of well know heroines in action and even a few glass cases filled with reproductions of heroine's costumes. At least I HOPE they are reproductions, Archbaroness thinks. There is one heroine that appears around the room more often than any other. It is that figures very familiar face that stares back at Archbaroness no matter where she is made to look: her own. It is obvious the man has a major thing for her. "Quite the collection you have here, mate," Mary-Annette says as she walks around the room. She makes Archbaroness follow her, forcing her to look at everything she looks at. "Thanks! I spent most of my money on this collection, although none if it comes even close to comparing to what you've brought me." "I don't know, this is pretty close to the real thing," Mary-Annette says. She makes Archbaroness turn and face the glass case she is busy inspecting. The mighty heroine can see that inside the case is a reproduction of one of her purple costumes. It is incredibly accurate, the tiara looks exactly like one of her old ones that went missing and the fabric appears to be made of the same stuff high resistance fabric her costumes have always been made of. As she continues to stare at it she realizes it is not a reproduction at all but one of her actual costumes! "I assume it's not a replication?" Mary-Annette says, asking the question Archbaroness is dying to know the answer to. "Of course! It was left behind during one of her many battles. The criminals who fought her, well the ones that got away at least, had the foresight to take it with them. I bought it in an auction about six months ago. It cost me a small fortune. Of course, It was well worth it." Archbaroness' body is kept facing the glass case, her eyes locked on the costume. As she stares at it she notices that there are numerous white stains on the outfit. "I've gotten a lot of good use out of it," Phillip continues. "At first I liked to just rub it up against my body while I pleasured myself, but eventually the thrill of that wore off. I've paid numerous sex workers to wear it while I fuck them, but the fantasy never felt REAL enough." "I suppose that's why you hired me," Mary-Annette says conversationally. "Yes," he replies, his voice suddenly shaky. "I never thought I'd have the real thing standing here before me. So... What do we do now? Are you just going to leave her here for me to play with?" Mary-Annette lets out a small laugh. "No, I'm afraid I'll have to stay. I can keep my control over her from a distance, but the further away I get the harder it is to keep that control. Besides, you'll want me in the room with you, I promise. This way you can tell me exactly what you want me to make her to do." Archbaroness feels her body turning and finds herself face to face with the man who has "purchased" her. "Won't it be a little strange, having you here in the room? What if I can't... well, perform with you here?" "I assure you, once you start having fun you'll barely notice me. You might even enjoy having someone around to witness your moment of triumph. And who knows, I might even join in the fun if you two look like your having a good enough time. Us powered women, well, sometimes we just can't keep our hands to ourselves. And if you have any performance issues you can just use the item I gave you. You should probably use it regardless; it really will help you make the most of this. Why not use it now?" "No," he replies firmly. "I don't think I'm ready for that just yet. I want to spend some time just admiring her with a clear head." He reaches up and runs a single finger down the side of Archbaroness' face. She can see him shuddering as he touches her, obviously overflowing with anticipation. His eyes lock onto hers and for a few moments they simply look at each other. There is a frightening, but alluring, hunger in the man's eyes. She hates herself for it but seeing a man look at her like this always warms her insides and melts her will to resist his desires. "So... she'll do whatever I tell her?" "Yes. Well, more accurately she'll do whatever I make her do, and I'm here to listen to ALL of your commands. To help make the illusion of her being your obedient little fuck slave complete I encourage you to speak your commands and wishes to her, just make sure you say them loud enough for me to hear. I'll make her do whatever you want. The only thing I can't do is make her talk." "That's okay," he says, his eyes still locked on Archbaroness'. "I'm not interested in anything she has to say to me. I'm only interested in her body." "It's strange how her eyes are purple... I always figured that was just part of her costume, that she wore contacts. But up close I can see the color is... natural." "Yes," Mary-Annette says in a bored tone, "super powers sometimes come with physical mutations. My hair turned this bright pink and she got purple eyes and tits big enough to be the envy of every man and woman in site." He suddenly jerked his eyes away from Archbaroness', turning to look at Mary-Annette. "Make her pull them out." "Wouldn't you rather do that yourself?" Mary-Annette asks, confusion in her voice. "Just look at that trampy, low cut top. One tug on it and her breasts will come spilling out, I guaranteed it." "No," Phillip says, his voice firm again. He walks away from Archbaroness, heading for a nearby couch. Like a sullen child he flops himself down onto it and crosses his arms. "For now I just want to watch." Archbaroness can see Mary-Annette shrug out of the corner of her eye. "Okay, you've paid me well enough to have it your way." She walks to a nearby table and hops up onto it. Archbaroness can see her dangling her legs off the side as if she were a giddy little girl. Then, just like that, Archbaroness' ordeal truly begins. She feels herself turn round to directly face Phillip Medina. He has relaxed on the couch, now sitting with his legs spread open and his arms stretched out and resting on the top of the couch. Her eyes lock onto his and she begins to move across the room, doing a sexy little dance as she does. The way Mary-Annette is moving her makes her feel dirty... like a stripper or a prostitute. Archbaroness feels her face flare red as she feels her own hands being sensually raised up her sides and moved along the edge of her large bust. Her hands stop for a moment to cup the underside of her breasts, then move up their surface. She feels her fingertips curl into the fabric of her top and feels herself slowly pulling it down. Her large breasts are held in her costume only by the tight fabric, she wears no bra underneath. The moment enough of her flesh is free her breasts spill out of her top, heavily plopping down her front and bouncing prettily for a moment as they settle into the open air. With her breasts now bared and exposed she feels herself continuing to caress them. Her hands slide down under them, cupping them once more. She gently hefts them into the air as if feeling their weight. They feel heavy, even to her own hands. She slides her hands back up her breasts, her fingers wandering towards her nipples. She lifts her hands up so that only the tips of her index fingers remain on her skin. She feels herself moving them in slow circles around her areolas. She can feel them pebbling under her gentle touch. They continue to move in slow circles, working ever inward towards the nubs of her nipples. By the time the tip of her finger gently collides with her nipple it is rock hard with arousal. Archbaroness is beginning to pant and her tights are starting to feel moist as her vaginal juices start to flow. Her hands continue to caress and tease off her body, and Archbaroness has no choice but remain a prisoner in her own body, forced to experience but have no say in what she does. She begins pinching her nipples. Gently at first, then firmer, harder. As she does this she feels herself giving Phillip sexually charged looks, feels herself being made to seduce him with her eyes. She can see that he is responding to the show. A bulge has grown in his pants, and before long he unzips them and pulls his stiff prick out. He begins to stroke himself as he watches her. If Archbaroness had control of her body she would already be beyond the point of self control. She would be crawling on the floor, begging to feel this man's cock inside her. Exhibitionism has always pushed her buttons. The show she is being made to put on combined with the sensual massages and tweaking of her breasts has her so hot she momentarily forgets it is her own hands touching her! My god, how could I forget that, even for a moment? Is my mind already so sex-addled that I can't think straight? This is such a strange feeling... not being in control of my body. And this man sitting there, touching himself to the sight of me touching myself... Goddess, how I wish she would make me touch my pussy. Archbaroness immediately feels one of her hands wander southward and begin to tease her clit through the thin fabric of her tight costume. Just a few gentle strokes through her now damp costume is enough to send Archbaroness cresting towards orgasm. A moment before her crest of pleasure turns into an actual orgasm her finger is moved away from her clit. Archbaroness wants to scream and rage in frustration, angry that she has been denied her climax. "Enjoying the show, Phillip? I can tell you this certainly whore is... nearly just came her little brains out. But we'll be holding off on that little treat for as long as we can." Phillip tears his eyes away from Archbaroness and looks over at Mary-Annette. "What? I, uh, didn't hear you." "Never you mind mate, just making sure I am able to keep control of this tart." Archbaroness' foggy brain suddenly clears. Keep control of me? What is she talking about? What does that have to do with me getting off? Her mental queries are soon interrupted. "On with the show!" Mary-Annette shouts. She then raises Archbaroness' hand, making her grab one of her breasts and lift it up towards her face. The mighty heroine feels herself lean down and open her mouth and press her own nipple into it. Once there she feels herself begin to suck on it, keeping her breast locking in place. The stimulation of her over sensitive nipple being sucked on sends waves of pleasure cascading down her body. She has never tried taking sucking on her own nipple, it never even occurred to her it was a thing a woman could do. But her large, heavy breasts make it an easy job. As she sucks on her own nipple her other hand stops teasing her spare breast. It now heads down her body, moving to the wet stain on the crotch of her thin costume. Once again she feels the tip of a single finger begin to gently stimulate her clit through the costume. She begins to crest towards orgasm, faster this time. Just a few more strokes and she'll be there... Just as her pleasure pushes her into orgasm she feels herself bite down on her nipple while jamming her index and middle finger roughly onto her clit. The sudden, intense stimulation just as she begins to cum turns what was going to be a slow, relieving orgasm into one so intense it sends her collapsing to the ground as she moans in pleasure. As Archbaroness writhes on the ground, her body overtaken with an orgasm strong enough to leave her feeling weak and drained physically, something dawns on her. She feels connected with her body, in control of her shuddering limbs. I'm free, she thinks. I have to act fast! As her orgasm begins to subside she starts to get to her feet, planning on spinning around and kicking her leg up to strike Mary-Annette with one of her black booted feet. She manages to start to spin, getting Mary-Annette in sight. For a moment she sees the woman's face, her eyes no longer glowing. But the moment her orgasm is over the villainess' eyes begin to glow again and Archbaroness feels herself lose control on her body once more. "Enough of this," Phillip says suddenly. "I'm ready to begin." Archbaroness is turned around, her tits still hanging out of her costume. She watches as Phillip stands and undresses. He then heads to a nearby table and picks a syringe that is sitting there. Even from across the room Archbaroness can make out the IntelliTek logo on the item. Oh goddess, it can't be! Archbaroness thinks in alarm. "Oh, but it is," Mary-Annette says, all but confirming she can hear Archbaroness' thoughts while she is in control of her body. "It's Semenall." Phillip looks at Mary-Annette. "I've never used this before... tell me again what it's going to do to me once I inject it." "Think of it as a kind of super Viagra, but that will increase your semen output so you'll have more than your fair share wank all over this dumb titted cow over here. It will keep your dick hard and your balls full for at least four orgasms, maybe even more." Phillip pops the cap on the needle and lowers the item to his thigh. He is about to inject himself with the drug then stops, looking back up at Mary-Annette. "Will there be any side effects?" "None that you will mind. You're going to feel the need to fuck and drain your stones almost as soon as you inject yourself. Luckily Arch-tits here is ready and willing to do whatever you want thanks to me. The only other thing is, well... you might feel some light discomfort after you cum as your balls go into overdrive and refill." "That doesn't sound so bad. And this is a once in a lifetime opportunity." With that Phillip Medina jabs the needle into his legs and presses down on the plunger, injecting the drug into his body. Archbaroness is prepared for what comes next. She has seen what this particular drug does to far too many men. Luckily Phillip Medina doesn't have an active P-Gene, if he did the effects of a dose as large as he has just taken would have been catastrophic. Like most drugs Semenall is magnitudes more potent and has slightly different effects when used by someone with an active P-gene. Archbaroness, still standing in the center of the room with her breasts exposed, and Mary-Annette, still sitting on a nearby table, watch as the drug takes effect. Phillip growls in pain, ripping the syringe from his leg and violently tossing it across the room as he doubles over. A moment later he stands back up, but it is as if a different creature, almost inhuman, now stands in his place. His eyes are wide open, bulging from his head and filled with a crazed intensity. He looks at Archbaroness and grimaces, as if the sight of her pains him. She can see that his penis, which was already erect, has swelled and become even harder. From what she has heard the erection he is now suffering is so hard it is painful. And below his stiff cock his balls hang, but are visibly swollen to almost twice their previous size. "Must... fuck..." He mumbles, taking a step closer. He is like a monster, just born moments before and taking its first step. "So... hard... can't... control... MUST FUCK!" Mary-Annette erupts into gleeful laughter as the man springs across the room towards Archbaroness. As soon as he is within arm's reach he grabs her shoulders and starts to force her down onto her knees. She feels her body following his lead, although she knows it is really Mary-Annette that is controlling her. As soon as she is on her knees he grabs her head and turns it towards him, grabbing her mouth and forcing her jaw open. He then jams his throbbing erection into her mouth and begins to roughly throat fuck the helpless heroine. Archbaroness gags and coughs as he pounds away at her mouth. Thick strings of saliva leak from her mouth, running down his shaft and dripping off his balls. She begins to tear up from the rough treatment, her black eyeliner messily running down her face. Her head growing light as she struggles, and fails, to suck down enough air in the brief moments her throat is clear of cock. Then she feels an explosion of warm, thick fluid spewing directly down her throat. Phillip presses deep into her mouth as he starts to cum, allowing Archbaroness to feel his dick quiver as his muscles spasm and force the semen out of his swollen balls. His orgasm lasts longer than a normal mans, and the cum filling her throat with enough semen that she is unable to swallow it all. As it fills her throat and backs up into her mouth it comes spilling out of her lips out around the shaft of his cock. He cums for so long he has time to pull out of her mouth, grab his saliva and cum covered cock, and point it at her exposed breasts. By the time he is done her large, heavy flesh mounds are covered in what looks like three or four men's cum. He takes a step back from her. Given the space to breathe Mary-Annette allows her to do so. Archbaroness' mouth hangs open as cum comes spilling out of her mouth, falling down onto her breasts and only adding to the cummy mess there. She pants like a tired animal, just happy to have a few brief moments to recover. Before her Phillip Medina is doubled over in pain again. His groans are more intense this time. "Hurts so bad!" he says through clenched teeth. "That'll just be the Semenall kicking in," Mary-Annette says helpfully, "refilling your balls and such. The pain might be a tad worse then I promised, but it will be short." A few seconds later and he stands back up. The intense sexual rage is still in his eyes, even more intense than before. He steps back towards Archbaroness, looking down at her shapely, cum covered breasts. "Tits," he growls. "FUCK THEM," he then adds. He does just that, slamming his hard cock down into her cleavage and grabbing her breasts with both hands. He wraps her large, heavy tits around his shaft and starts fucking them. The motion of his cock is smooth and fast, lubricated by the ample amount of cum on her breasts. Mary-Annette makes Archbaroness lean her head down and open her mouth so she can take the tip of his cock into her mouth as it pops up out of her breasts. The cum lubricating his cock is churned it a frothy mess that Archbaroness sucks clean every time the head of his cock enters her mouth. The man humping her chest is doing so with such intensity that Archbaroness barely feels part of it. But the experience of being used in such a way fills her overactive mind with humiliated pleasure. She begins mentally begging to be allowed to play with herself. Please, Mary-Annette! I have two free hands, just let me touch myself a little. Archbaroness vs. Mary-Annette For a moment Archbaroness is made to lift her head back up and turn to look at Mary-Annette. The woman is still sitting on the table, but her legs are now spread wide revealing that she has no panties on under her fluffy skirt. She still has one arm raised in the air, her fingers moving as she keeps control of Archbaroness. But her other hand is jammed up her dress, her fingers exploring the folds of her pussy. She makes Archbaroness make eye contact with her. For a short time they stare at each other. Then the villainess' stern expression breaks and she smiles, as if saying "Oh what the hell." Archbaroness' head turns back around and she returns to sucking the tip of Phillip's cock as he continues to pound her tits. But her hands are now allowed to move down her body. She feels herself pull the crotch of her purple bodysuit to the side. Then with both hands she grabs the damp fabric of her purple leggings and rips them open, revealing that she wears no panties under her costume. Moments later she is busy jilling off while her tits continue to be fucked. Before long Phillip grunts in pleasure and begins to cum again. As he does so he thrusts up into Archbaroness' breasts, squeezing them tightly around his convulsing cock. The tip of his penis, free of her cleavage, sprays an inhuman amount of thick cum up into the heroine's face. Mary-Annette makes her keep her mouth open, much of the cum spraying directly into her throat and causing her to gag, spitting it back up. Phillip's second load is, amazingly, even bigger than the first, leaving the heroine soaking in cum. As he stumbles backwards and groans in pain as his balls refill she kneels on the floor, dripping cum all over the carpet. Phillip seems to experience less pain this time, and he recovers faster. When he gets back to his feet he still has a crazed look in his eyes, but the expression is slightly dulled. "More," he mumbles, his voice more normal now. "I need more now. I need pussy, now." Again, he charges across the room and grabs Archbaroness by her shoulders. But this time he lifts her to her feet, then turns her around away from him. Archbaroness feels her body following his lead as he pushes her across the floor and up against one of the floor to ceiling windows that looks down over Megatropolis. They are thirty-eighth floors up with no buildings as tell next to them, so there is no one likely to see her cum covered breasts smashed up against the open window. Still, the added sense of anyone being able to see what is happening to her heats her already dripping wet slit, filling it with a desire to be filled. Luckily for her that is just what Phillip plans to do. He grabs her arms and raises them up over her head, pressing her hands against the glass. Then he presses her slippery front even harder against the glass. He runs his hands down her sides, enjoying the curve of her ample ass as he reaches it. He slides his hands around the front of her body and down between her legs, sliding two fingers into her. She shivers from his touch. He then pulls his fingers out of her slit and grabs her ass, pulling it up and away from the window. He kicks her legs open wide then grabs his cock and presses it up against her wet sex. With ease he slides into her well lubricated cunt and enters the woman he has fantasized endlessly about fucking. He fucks her hard and fast. Every time he pounds into her he presses her up against the cold window causing a small squeak of pleasure and shock to leave her mouth. Before long he has her body pressed so hard up against the window that her large, heavy breasts have been pressed out from in front of her and lay on the glass next to her chest. "Queen mother, would you look at how much of that glorious tit meat of yours I can see from back here! What a glorious fucking sight," Mary-Annette comments. Neither Phillip nor Archbaroness hear her as they both begin to cum at that moment. She feels an impossible amount of pressure forcing an impossible amount of male sexual fluids into her vaginal canal. It fills her insides, yet continues to spray out of his cock. Soon she feels his cum being forced out around the edge of his cock and beginning to run down her thighs. Archbaroness is clear of Mary-Annette's control once again. But the orgasm she has just experienced has left her weaker than ever. Phillip is still pressing her up against the window and in this moment she doesn't feel she has the strength to break free of his hold, much less take on Mary-Annette. Phillip pulls away from her, his cock wetly falling out of her pussy. He releases her and takes a few steps back, the Semenall refilling his balls once again. Archbaroness collapses pathetically to the floor, her front peeling off the glass as she falls. For almost a full minute she lays on the floor looking up at the window. She is looking at the outline of her body made of smeared cum left on the window. She is in control of her body, but too weak to act. Then she feels the warmth of Mary-Annette's control falling over her once again. Even though her muscles are sore and barely strong enough to hold her weight she feels herself getting up. Instead of standing she rolls over and gets up on all fours then starts to crawl across the floor like an animal. Phillip is sitting in a nearby chair, breathing heavily and looking as exhausted as she feels, but she notices his cock is still hard and his balls seem swollen larger than they should be. He is watching her move across the floor. Slowly he gets to his feet and then stumbles towards her. When he reaches her he grabs her meaty ass and pulls her towards him. He mounts her from behind and starts to fuck her once again. She can hear wet squelching noises as cum is squished out of her pussy with each of his heavy thrusts into her. She feels her head turning and sees Mary-Annette getting off of her table and approaching them. She sits down on the ground before the two, lifts up her dress and spreads her legs. She then scoots forward so her pussy is in Archbaroness' face, then makes the heroine bury her face in the woman's moist folds. Archbaroness has been with more than her fair share of woman. Other heroine's, other villainesses, even civilians. She knows how to go down on a woman. Even so she finds herself moving with skill that is not her own. She licks all the right places, nips Mary-Annette's clit at just the right time. She does everything the woman wants and needs at just the perfect moment. Mary-Annette runs her free hand through the heroine's raven black hair, caressing her scalp. She purrs deep inside of her chest. "No one knows how to please me better than me," she whispers. Together the three remain on the floor, fucking, licking, pleasing each other with their bodies. All three are working on pure animal instinct. Then, almost as one, they all begin to crest towards climax. Mary-Annette screams as her thighs tighten around Archbaroness' head and she squirts all over the heroines face. Behind Archbaroness Phillip buries his cock deep inside her body and overfills her insides once more. When the two finally pull away from Archbaroness she falls limply to the ground. Momentarily free of Mary-Annette's control she is able to speak. Weakly, almost in a whisper, she begs those around her. "Please, no more... I will pass out if I cum again..." "Well then, I guess will just have to keep you from cumming any more, now won't we?" Mary-Annette asks as she raises her hand into the air and her eyes begin to glow once again. *** Two hours later and the last of the Semenall has finally burning itself from Phillip Medina's body. He sits on the couch, laying back and struggling to stay awake. He is covered in sweat and has dark bags under his eyes. The sheer amount of male sexual fluids the drug has made his body produce has left him dangerously dehydrated, but he doesn't want to stop fucking Archbaroness. His legs are spread wide open and kneeling before him is the defeated and much used heroine. She leans over him, sucking his semi-erect cock in a vain struggle to keep him hard. Mary-Annette is back on the table, her arm raised in the air as she controls Archbaroness. "You know, it was fucking hard keeping you from cumming again. You really are the fuck-slut everyone makes you out to be. I don't think I've ever controlled a heroine that cums as easy as you do." Archbaroness' only response is to suck and slurp at the cock in her mouth. She keeps her mind perfectly blank, thinking nothing in response to Mary-Annette's insults. "A little fucking mindless slut at this point, it seems too," she says. She sounds as if she has lost interest in the endeavourer. If Archbaroness could turn to look at the woman's face she could see how painfully bored she now is. This is exactly what Archbaroness wants. Yes, orgasms quickly drain her powers. At her lowest point she was left weaker than a man on his death bed. But her mighty powers return fast. As she hasn't cum again she is now nearly at her full strength. All she needs is an opening, a moment where Mary-Annette foolishly drops her control over her... Phillip Medina stirs, weakly lifting his head into the air. He looks at Mary-Annette, noticing the woman is getting to her feet and heading for the front door. She has the brick of cash in her free hand. "Now what do we do? Do you just use her powers to make her forget we've done all of this to her?" he asks. Mary-Annette takes a few more steps towards the door then turns to face him. "Oh no, that's not something I can do!" Phillip sits up even further, looking down at the woman fellating him with sudden fear in his eyes. "What? Then how do I get out of this without being arrested?" "I haven't the slightest idea! I never said I would provide you with that kind of service, just a heroine to fuck for an afternoon. But, I do happen to have a way for ME to escape a free woman." She opens the front door then stuffs the money into the top of her dress, entrusting it will be safe in her bosom. Then she raises her second hand and begins to wiggle her fingers. The light emanating from her eyes seems to double in intensity. Phillip Medina grows suddenly tense, a surprised, fearful expression frozen on his place. "I told you I needed to be close to keep control, but I should be able to hold you both like this till I'm safely far enough away to escape the wrath of this fat uddered cow. But I have a feeling she'll be more than happy enough taking you into custody and won't feel the need to chase after me right away. Toot-a-loo!" With that she walks through the open door and disappears into the hallway. Archbaroness and Phillip both are brought to their feet, standing inches apart from each other and staring eye to eye. Archbaroness can see the fear growing in his eyes, and he can see the anger in hers. Time passes and then suddenly they are both in control of their bodies again. Phillip weakly raises his arms and begins to scream for mercy. Archbaroness stands to her full, imposing heights and glowers down at the man. She knows that the intimidating pose's affect is dulled by that fact her tits are still hanging from her costume and that she is practically covered head to toe in half dried cum, but there is little she can do about that for the moment. "I think, you'll find, you would have been better served saving your riches for a good lawyer instead of wasting it on all of this superheroine paraphernalia." She then strikes him in the gut, hitting him hard enough to send him flying back onto the nearby couch. He coughs some blood up then passes out. "And I'll be taking my fucking costume back, thank you very much. Even if it's going to be fucking impossible getting the cum stains out." Before long Phillip Medina is in police custody and Archbaroness has returned to the Megatropolis Amazons base of operations where she changes into a fresh, clean, costume. She sends both of her old, soiled costumes to be repaired and cleaned thoroughly. She is now in the command center, looking to find out what has transpired during the time she was imprisoned under Mary-Annette's control. Psychia sits before her at a bank of computers, monitoring the police channels. "I'm fully recovered from my ordeal and ready to hit the streets again. I was thinking I could hunt down Mary-Annette and get some payback," she tells Psychia. "I don't think you're going to be able to do that today. While you were busy the situation around town has only worsened. There are at least six different incidents that require our attention and Champion Girl and Lab Rat are already busy. What do we do?" Archbaroness sighed in frustration. "I guess revenge will have to wait. Go tell Lab Rat to suit up in her power armor and get ready to kick some ass. You and her are going to be joining me in the field." "Yes ma'am! What did you have in mind?" Archbaroness takes a look at the digital read out of calls for assistance around town. "I hope this damn crime wave doesn't carry on for too much longer. Looks like we need to split up at first, but I think we need to all work our way towards the docks. Whatever is going on there is going to take the full team. Ready? Amazons go!"