Shadowboxing

by Mesmer's Bauble

mc; Ff; fg; mf; m+f+; Fdom; oral

The Silver Shadow jumped from roof to roof wrapped in a veil of shifting darkness that concealed her movement, turning her swiftly-moving form into nothing more than a trick of the light. Beneath the cloak of darkness she was dressed in a charcoal gray long coat lined with pockets that contained a variety of gadgets. These served her well when her power to create and manipulate living shadows wasn’t enough to get the job done. With her powers active, she needed little to conceal her identity but she had added a domino mask to the ensemble for emergency situations.

The darkness around her parted subconsciously to allow her a glimpse of her wristwatch. She was running late for her meeting with the Overwatch but she could get there on time. She normally didn’t get along with Sovereign City’s only organized superhero team, but this was more important than the political squabbles that had driven her out years ago. Children were disappearing all over the city and the most recent victim was Gillian Kane aka Nightshade, her side kick.



Gillian awoke in darkness. It took her only a few moments to realize that she was blindfolded and strapped into some sort of padded restraining device, it felt almost like a chair, and she was in a sitting position, but it only supported her legs and thighs leaving her butt hanging in the air. With a growing sense of horror she realized that she was strapped into the device naked, she could feel the slight movement of air against her skin where she should have been covered up. She wanted to scream but she fought down the urge, she was Nightshade, sidekick to The Silver Shadow one of the cities most formidable superheroes. This wasn’t the first time she had been grabbed. She was in control even in a situation like this, she flexed her body trying to see if there was any give in her restraints, “Their isn’t” Said a deep feminine voice right next to her ear.

Gillian was actually rather proud that she only made a tiny ‘eep’ in surprise. The feeling of the hot breath on her ear made her skin crawl. “Isn’t what?” She knew she shouldn’t talk, she had no idea who had her, if they knew they had Nightshade or just Gillian Kane, but she was too shaken to think things through the way The Silver Shadow trained her too. “Give.” The voice responded it was almost a husky whisper that close to her ear. “In the restraints, I could see you flexing all those little muscles. I know you were trained to do it subtly, but it becomes very obvious when your naked, Nightshade.”

It took the 14 year old a few moments to process that, this woman knew who she was, that is her superhero identity. Her mind spun thinking of all the female villains she had helped take down, but this voice didn’t sound familiar. She thought back to the last thing she could remember and only then realized that there was a huge blank in her memory. She remembered getting ready to go to sleep after returning from a night of patrol with The Silver Shadow and then nothing, blackness. She had no idea how she had been captured and who had done it.

Before she totally lost her self to panic, the young heroin reached out mentally for her shadow. Silver Shadow had given it life back when she had first joined the hero on her nightly patrols. It wasn’t nearly as powerful as what her patron could bring to bear but it should be enough to knock the mysterious woman away from her and tare through her bonds. Once she was free she would at least have a chance.



The Silver Shadow shifted from foot to foot on the roof of the Amsterdam Building. There was a small metal plate engraved with a letter O sitting unobtrusively on one corner of the roof. As she watched a flash of light burst just above the plate and The Traveler appeared. He stepped off the plate, actually a marker to help him control his teleportation at long distances, and in a matter of moments the roof had five heroes on it, including herself.

The Traveler was dressed in a black outfit with bands of metal running down each limb, framing his torso, and coming up the back of his mask to circle his head.  He greeted her with a smile and moved to stand to her left. Blind Justice came next, the older woman dressed in a stylized toga and blindfold. She didn’t need to see to do her job because of her “third eye” and its “mystic sight”. Silver wasn’t sure the extent of her powers but she had seen the woman kick ass many times in the past. Retro still wore his garish costume of mismatched styles from years gone by topped with a domino mask. His power to jump a few seconds into the past had saved the city and Silver’s own life on several occasions.  Epic towered over the rest of the heroes, his outfit almost cliché in reds and blues. He was the heavy hitter of the team and quite capable of giving and taking almost any amount of pure physical punishment. Finally the last to arrive was Psy-Ops in her vaguely militaristic skin tight outfit topped with advanced looking goggles. She was a powerful psychic who claimed to have gained her powers from military experimentation. She was also the current lead of the Overwatch and so she was the first to formally greet The Silver Shadow

“Silver, it’s been too long.” Silver let the shadows around her head part so she was able to meet the other hero’s eyes. “Look Psy, I’m not trying to be rude but you asked for my help because of the rash of disappearing children and to be honest we should discuss that ASAP… whoever it was got Nightshade.” She looked down at that, her shadows obscuring her features, unconsciously hiding her look of shame. She had known that getting Gillian involved in the superhero game would be dangerous but she swore to the girl she would be safe at The Silver Shadow’s side. Instead she was abducted in the wee hours of the morning when no one was there to protect her.

The other hero’s gasped at that, they all knew Nightshade and both Blind Justice and Epic had side kicks of their own. Psy-Ops’ expression grew grim, “When.” Silver had to hand it to the woman, they might never get along in polite company but she knew how to get down to business “Two nights ago, I saw her safely home after a night parole and, before you ask, nothing major happened; just a pair of B&Es. The next morning she was gone. I heard it over the police band and did a solo investigation but I couldn’t find any evidence, neither could the police.”  “Just like the other cases,” chimed in Retro. “Which is exactly why I agreed to join you in this, so what do we know?”

Traveler sat on the edge of the roof, “Sadly not much more then you. The first disappearance was months ago, a girl of only 12. Their had been problems at home so it was deemed a run away but once the disappearances started to happen more frequently we were able to figure out she was most likely the first. All the victims were young between the ages of 10 and 15 both male and female though the male victims seem to be slightly older. The abductions started slowly but now a child goes missing almost every night, the police are baffled by the lack of physical evidence, no sign of a struggle, nothing heard by the parents or siblings even when they shared the same room as the victim. Blind Justice has scanned the rooms and says that there is some mystical residue at the scenes but it’s so degraded she can’t identify it.” As Traveler spoke he was interrupted by Epic

“It’s The Piper, you know it, I know it… it fits his MO perfectly, the pedophilic fucker.” Epic slammed his fist into his palms. “We don’t know that, anyway whoever is doing this is way more subtle The Piper ever was.” Retro put his hand on Epic’s massive forearm as he spoke, trying to keep the living weapon calm. “The hell we don’t know. The first girl, Emma whatever, she was one of his victims the last time he went on a rampage and we never caught him. That’s your proof right there!”

Silver cleared her throat with a cough, “It’s not the Piper.” “You don’t know…” Epic started to rant but The Silver Shadow cut him off. “Yes I do, The Piper is dead.” That brought a hush to the gathered heroes. It was an unspoken rule that you didn’t kill them, even the worst super villains were supposed to be brought in alive. “Don’t look at me like that; it was an accident. I was able to track him down after he escaped you the last time and he used his stupid mystical flute to enchant a whole bunch of civilians. He had them about to commit suicide so I lashed out and broke the damn thing, how was I to know that it was going to explode in his face.” The heroes just looked at her. “That flute was a powerful magical relic; I’m not surprised that destroying it in the middle of a spell caused blowback. You’re lucky to be alive.” Blind Justice stated it calmly; her knowledge of the mystic arts were unmatched.

“Whatever, regardless… it can’t be The Piper.” The group looked at each other, they all looked crestfallen at this news, either because they had the same suspicions as Epic or because they were silently judging the hero among them who had taken a life.



Nothing happened. Gillian reached out with her mind for her shadow commanding it to act; to free her, but nothing happened. The husky laugh was colder this time her word undercut with something like menace that froze the young girl’s heart. “Oh I am so disappointed in you, sweetie.  I had hoped you’d think more highly of me. I know who you are, Nightshade, Gillian, whichever you prefer. I know what you can do with that shadow of yours. Frankly I’m insulted that you just assumed I wouldn’t have set up counter measures.” Gillian’s mind ran through everything she knew about her powers. She had helped to fight villains who could deal with the shadow powers that The Silver Shadow used but she had never been in a situation where their powers were simply absent.

She was scared now. She wasn’t a super-heroin, not at this moment, she was just a helpless young girl, naked and at the mercy of some madwoman. “To think I was going to tell you a little secret, but you’ve made me cross. I suppose we will have to hold off on that till you are more… amenable. Now don’t move; this won’t hurt a bit.” Gillian gasped as she felt something warm and sticky oozing up around her feet. There was something ever so slightly familiar about the sensation but she couldn’t focus her mind and try to place it. All she could think about was the warm oozing sensation climbing up her ankles and calves, slipping around her thighs and rushing up to wrap around her waste. Where the warm ooze covered her body she could feel it tingle pleasantly, which was sending contradictory signals to her brain. Rationally she was horrified, but her body was telling her she felt warm, pleasant and relaxed.

As the warmth enveloped her ass and crotch she could feel the syrupy substance moving around her privates. It felt like it was extending tiny tendrils, reaching into her ass and her vagina. She wanted to scream but the contact between her most sensitive areas and the substance cause a shock of pleasure that caught her by surprise and turned her scream into a moan. “I told you it wouldn’t hurt. Just relax and enjoy.”

Gillian wanted to say something. To respond to the woman with words of resistance and defiance, but it was as if the sticky stuff could read her thoughts. Every time she tried to put together some resistance another bolt of pleasure shot through her. Distracted by the sensations in her vagina and ass she only noticed how far the substance had gone up her body when it wrapped itself around her A cup breasts and added their stimulation to her pleasure.

Gillian was moaning uncontrollably now, her attempts to focus and act thwarted before they could begin. She felt the warmth wrap itself around her shoulders and while some slid down her arms she could feel a portion of it wrapping itself ever so gently around her neck and oozing up to cover her head. She had the presence of mind to close her mouth as the substance flowed over her lips, brushing them gently like a kiss. It slipped over her nose and up around to cover her blindfold. She thought she wouldn’t be able to breath but the ooze didn’t seal up her nose and she found, due to an uncontrolled a gasp of pleasure that she could open her mouth without it trying to go inside. The ooze finished covering her head; she could feel it in her hair, seeping down between the follicles to cover her scalp as well.

She felt like she was floating in warm syrup. She could breathe easily enough and the substance on her skin was both relaxing and arousing at the same time. Her body responded to it against her will, and it was become harder and harder to resist its subtle relaxation and erotic stimulation. When the woman began to speak, Gillian found she couldn’t even bring herself to react with the fear. “Now isn’t that a pretty sight, are you enjoying my new gift, sweetie. I know I’m enjoying watching you. You look so lovely shuddering in pleasure. Just relax and enjoy it, pet. Give in and feel all your worries and fears melt away. It’s not a bad thing; it’s a good thing isn’t it? It will only get better if you stop fighting and give yourself to it. You can always resist later, and even if you don’t what’s the harm? The Silver Shadow always saves you, so why not enjoy your time here, now… with me and all of my other friends.”

Gillian found herself nodding, she knew that there was something wrong with the woman’s logic but it was so hard to focus. On a very deep level she knew it was wrong but… but… she was always saved in the end… she didn’t have to fight so hard, and it did feel so good. What was left of her resistance was worn away by the woman’s voice and the gentle waves of pleasure the washed over her. She couldn’t have said how long she put up a token resistance but eventually it was worn away to nothing and she just relaxed and enjoyed. She felt movement by her ear as the substance, detecting her submission, slid down through her ears and into her brain. The sensation would have been terrifying but she didn’t care any more. When the ooze touched her brain the pleasure she had experience before exploded into something far more urgent and overwhelming. She bucked and screamed out as the pleasure center of her brain was stimulated and she experienced sensations unlike anything she had felt before.

The husky voice laughed as Gillian orgasmed into unconsciousness.



The Silver Shadow sat in her lair and brooded. The Overwatch had been no help at all. They had bounced around theories and discussed increased patrols to try to catch this new villain red handed, but it was a long shot. There were only a handful of heroes in the city and even with civilian contacts and police assistance it would be impossible to monitor every house, every park, every school, and every child. Worse, what if their patrols were noticed? What if whoever this mysterious super villain decided to go into hiding or leave town, then what… then what would happen to Gillian. The Silver Shadow slammed her fist onto the table, her shadow solidifying around her fist leaving a dent in the metal.

She couldn’t even apologize to Gillian’s parents. They didn’t know she was a super-heroin, and a good one at that. They just knew she was gone. Maybe it was a coincidence that Gillian was grabbed but The Silver Shadow didn’t think so. The city was too large, with too many targets for her side kick to have been picked up at random. She wracked her brain for any of her foe’s who’s MO might be stretched to fit the abductions but no one fit. No one but The Piper anyway and he was not an option.

The Silver Shadow took a deep breath and focused her mind trying to enter a meditative state. Nothing would come of being angry or rash right now, she needed to calm down and think. She breathed deeply and evenly, tapping into the years of practice she had under her belt to calm her down and center herself. It was in such a meditative state that she had unlocked her powers over shadows so long ago. She had asked Blind Justice about her powers once, she was told that her power was magical in nature but unlike any form of magic Justice was familiar with. That said a lot given who had said it. Her mind drifted to what Blind Justice had said earlier that day about sensing magical residue at the crime scenes but being unable to make sense of them. Their had been a few times in the past when she had been able to use her shadows to ‘scent’ a target and track it down… she rarely used the skill because it was unreliable for tracking people who she knew almost nothing about…

The Silver Shadow’s eyes snapped open, but Gillian… she had known Gillian for a few years and no one knew her better, not even her parent who knew only half of the girl’s life. She jumped to her feet. It was a long shot but she had to try, because she couldn’t think of anything else.



She was caressed awake by millions of tiny hands, they touched her all over and left her skin tingling with pleasure as they massaged her muscles and gently stimulated her nipples and breasts. She basked in the sensation for a very long time before opening her eyes, and found, much to her surprise, that she could see. Although she did wonder why that would be a surprise. She was lying on a small cot bed in a room about the same size and shape as an airplane hanger. She spent some immeasurable amount of time just staring up at the light fixtures on the ceiling enjoying the sensations running all over her. It took the bright and cheery voice of a young woman to bring any semblance of focus to the young girls pleasure addled mind.

“Good Morning, Slave-g.” The girl on the bed turned her head to track the voice and saw next to her was a young woman maybe a year or two her junior covered from head to foot in a shiny dark gray substance. It covered her hair making it into something that looked like a ponytail made of rubber. Her face was covered except for a oval like a reversed domino mask around the girls blue eyes, even her lips were tinted a dark dark gray though the mouth inside was pink and red. Her body was covered tightly revealing the girls rock hard budding nipples and smooth taught body. The girl on the bed managed to mutter, “Who?”

“Me?” The girl gestured to herself somewhat dramatically, “I am Slave-e, Mistresses first.” She said that last as a point a pride and smiled widely as if it gave her great pleasure. “Mistress… slave… who am I…what…. Feel good…” Slave-e shook her head, her hair unnaturally still. “Of course you feel good, silly. Mistress is perfection and belonging to her is pleasure itself, you can ask anyone.” Slave-e gestured around the room, though at the moment the girl on the bed could only seem to focus her glazed expression on her. “I belong to Mistress…” the girl on the bed nodded, that sounded right… she couldn’t remember much but that seemed right some how. “…and I am?”

Slave-e just giggled, “I told you, you’re Slave-g it says so right here at the foot of your bed. Mistress must really like you, only her favorites get names.” Slave-g… she was sure she had a different name but she decided to go with it for now. She picked herself up with one of her arms and looked around the room. Moving seemed to cause the pleasurable sensations that caressed her body to settle down, so she was able to focus on what she saw around her. At first she only noticed the rows upon rows of cots, and then she focused on the dark moving forms all around her. They were hard to pick out if you weren’t looking for them.

The large room was filled with other people, most of them looked to be about her age give or take a few years. All of them had the same dark substance covering their bodies, although no two of them were quite the same shade. Most were young women with bodies ranging from somewhat heavy with large curvy breasts and asses to tiny thin girls like Slave-e who could only have just started puberty. There were boys too, most of them larger then the girls and they all sported dark shiny erections.

Slave-g blushed, she was pretty sure she had never seen a naked boy before, even if no one was exactly naked, the smooth darkness that covered them shone slightly under the lights. She looked down and saw her own skin was covered in a dark sheath of almost pure black. Most of the kids were eating a meal at a pair of long tables; Slave-e reached down and grabbed Slave-g by her shoulder. Slave-g gasped, when the two of them touched the substance that covered them both seemed to become like mist and she could feel the girl’s skin against hers. “Come on, you’ll miss breakfast and if you don’t eat you won’t have energy for the orgy.” Slave-g let herself be lifted off the bed and guided gently to the table. Slave-e introduced her as Mistress’s newest. In turn she was introduced to the people around her, 019, 047, Slave-j, and 005. She smiled at each of them, having numbers instead of names seemed wrong though she wasn’t exactly sure why and it certainly wasn’t stranger then anything else she had seen so far today.

During the introductions she made only the most basic sounds of greeting because her eye had drifted to 047 and his impressively long gray cock and she found herself thinking about the casual way Slave-e had mentioned having energy for the orgy. She started blushing but realized no one at the table could tell.



 Silver Shadow stood garbed in her moving darkness on the roof of the Kane house, right above Gillian’s window. She tried to conjure up everything she could about her young side kick and pour it into the pool of shadow cast by the chimney a few feet to her side. She thought first of Gillians’ body 14 years old but still thin and tight with muscle, a gymnast’s body honed by nights of running and jumping across rooftops. Her hair was long and red showing, along with her bright green eyes, her Irish heritage.

With her physical shape in mind the Silver Shadow poured into it everything she knew about Gillian as a person. Her heroic heart that would stand up to a challenge even when she was afraid; her odd shyness around those she didn’t know well contrasting with the trust and warmth she gave to her family and closest friends. The way she spoke, the way she acted, the way she moved, everything about who she was, as best as the Silver Shadow knew it. It all flowed through her into the shadow on the roof, which seemed to begin to quiver. When she could think of nothing more she threw the last bits into the shadow, her own need to find and protect the girl. With a silent roar the shadow burst up from the tile roof taking the form of a slick and graceful beast, not quite like any animal she knew but with shadings of hunting animals. The creature of shadow sniffed at the air and then froze for a brief moment before taking off in bounding movements, off the roof and down to the street below.

The Silver Shadow tried to reign the creature back in, to slow it down, but it was filled with her desire to find her friend and she didn’t want to wait so neither did the beast. Silver could do nothing but take to her own heels and run after the creature, she couldn’t risk losing sight of it. The shadows around her wrapped her legs and body in a sleek shape, cutting the wind resistance and pouring strength and speed into her legs. It always amazed her the way her powers reacted to a situation almost faster then she herself could process it.

With her own shadow’s aid she was soon running side by side with the creature, matching its bounding gait and following it from the suburbs on the outskirts of Sovereign City and into the city itself. They moved together silent and agile, few people noticing their passing as more then a dark blur and a gust of disturbed air.  The creature ran for twenty minutes, never slowing or hesitating in its movements, Silver Shadow found them moving through the heart of the city and into its industrial district. As the buildings flew buy she couldn’t help feeling she knew this place. She had fought enough villains who had chosen to place the bases in the wealth of abandoned factories in the district but still… The Silver Shadow shook her head and focused on following her creature, it hadn’t slowed in the twisting turns of the district and she couldn’t risk losing it. Any other concerns would have to wait for later, when Gillian was safe.



The meal had been delicious, warm bread and fresh oatmeal with all of the fixings along with plenty of fruit and pastries. The only topic of conversation around the table seemed to be the Mistress. How wonderful she was, how beautiful, how kind, how perfect and how wonderful it was to be chosen. It made Slave-g oddly sad to have nothing to say about this woman. Her memories were fuzzy and she couldn’t even bring a face to the name.

“You’re so lucky to have a name Slave-g” said one very young girl who gave her designation as 073. “We all serve Mistress, as is only right and proper.” G though about that, did she serve mistress, was it right and proper…her mind was foggy and she kept being distracted by little shocks of pleasure whenever she tried to think too hard. “But only those who please her best can earn a name.” Slave-g had a name, that meant she pleased mistress best… didn’t it? Yes that made sense. She smiled at the young girl. “I think so I mean I don’t remember much but you must be right.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Slave-e said placing her hand once again through the slick substance on her skin and onto her shoulder. “You’ll remember everything you need to, just relax and enjoy yourself until Mistress gives you an order. It’s what she wants, and so it’s right.” Slave-g felt a though coming on but a shock of pleasure washed over her and she lost it. She wouldn’t worry about it, she should just relax and enjoy, Mistress wanted that. She smiled at Slave-e, it felt good to relax and enjoy.

The two girls smiled emptily at each other for a while. It was hard to measure time in an endless fog of relaxation and soft bliss but eventually after minutes or hours, Slave-g felt her skin begin to tingle with more insistent pleasure. A large smile crossed Slave-e’s face and she leaned over and planted a deep kiss on to G’s unresisting lips. Slave-g melted into the kiss, the tingling all over her body seemed to grow at the contact. Their lips and tongues seemed to play for a very long time and when they broke contact Slave-g was distracted by sounds of pleasure coming from around her. She looked and saw the shinny dark forms of girls and boys coming together all around her in groups of two, three and more. She looked to Slave-e for an explanation.

“It’s the orgy. That means Mistress in near. Can’t you feel her presence all around you, covering you with her love and filling you with her lust?” Slave-e stretched out and moaned. She leaned in next to Slave-g the tingle of her breath drawing a deeper lust from within the girl. “She likes to watch, you know. She told me so herself one of the times I had the honor of servicing her. She watches us practice our skills at pleasure while she calls a few to her side to service her personally.” A glint of wickedness sparkled in slave-e’s eyes “Now get between my legs new pet, you have a lot to learn if you want to be worthy of tasting our Mistress.”

G found herself shivering in excitement at being dominated, was this something she liked? At the moment she didn’t care because Slave-e grabbed her unresisting head and positioned her body with firm dominance. She found herself kneeling on the floor with her face sliding between E’s thighs. Just as with her hand, Slave-g found the substance between the girl’s legs, which sharply outlined her sex, parted as it came in contact with her body, allowing her lips and tongue to make contact with the girls dripping vag…vag…cunt. Her body seemed to light up with pleasure as her tongue danced along the other girl’s body. She could hear Slave-e moan, “I was… mmmm…. wrong… you’re very good at this.”

Slave-g never stopped her movements but was surprised to find she did seem to know exactly what she was doing even though she couldn’t remember… but she had been told she would remember what she needed to, so that explained everything. While she adored the young cunt before her she felt the touch of a hand on her hips. Her body was guided into a new position and before she could question it she felt her mind explode with pleasure as she was impaled. She didn’t know which of the boys was fucking her and she didn’t care, she was lost between the action of her lips and tongue and the reaction of her body.

Distracted as she was she didn’t notice the slight sensation of the tendrils of substance flowing into her ears; her resistance was down and like her fellow chosen this was not only the time of pleasure but also of re-education. From her vantage point high above the Mistress poured her will into her pets molding their minds as she saw fit.



Her creature stopped outside a large factory, the name on the side faded almost to non-existence but The Silver Shadow knew it well, Glimmer Aeronautics. The building was owned by her family, from back when they were still making their fortune building airplane parts. If it had just belonged to her she would have felt a pang of confusion but her overwhelming sense of foreboding came from the fact that this building had served as her first lair. Why had her creature taken her here, Gillian had only been to this lair a few times before they moved to their current one, but that didn’t make sense she wanted to find where Gillian was not where she had been. The only thing that made sense was that Gillian was here, now, but that seemed so unlikely, so intentional.

Something at the back of her mind screamed at her to stop, not to progress any further. It told her that she wouldn’t like what she would find if she followed this lead and entered her old lair. It told her to just turn around and walk away. She even considered it for a long minute but turning around now would mean abandoning Gillian and that was something she wasn't willing to do. Gesturing for her creature to follow she wrapped herself in shadows and moved to the hidden entrance to her old lair.

She crouched on the ground in front of the apparently blank wall and saw the grooves in the ground that indicated the hidden door had been used recently and often. She reached around a corner and found the secret catch and watched as the wall swung open on well oiled hinges. The corridor that was revealed was brightly lit and was filled with an almost painful sense of deja-vu from all of the times she had used the entrance in the past.

The Silver Shadow slipped silently through the entrance, her and her creature darting from shadow to shadow until she reached a set of stairs with one set going up to her old command center and the other going down to the factory floor which she had once used to store the dangerous gadgets and devices she retrieved from a variety of super-villains. She could hear sounds of moaning echoing up from the lower stairway. She blushed thinking that they didn’t sound like moans of pain and began to move in that direction but her creature scented the air once again and moved towards the stairs going up. She had little choice but to follow.

At the top of the stairs there was a door, she had expected it to be locked but it was open just a crack as she debated what to do a warm throaty voice that sounded chillingly familiar rang out. “Come in, come in… we’ve been waiting for you.” The Silver Shadow froze, her mind running wild trying to place the source of her fear and why the voice was so familiar, but her creature following its nature, pushed forward. Forcing itself into the room and swinging the door wide. At the foot of a large comfortable looking chair sat Gillian wrapped in what looked like shinny black latex. The suit was so tight her every feature was instantly recognizable. Everything but her eyes which were glassy with pleasure and had none of the spark of intelligence that the Silver Shadow knew so well.

She was wrapped around the leg of a woman in cherry red latex. Her eyes tracked up, from the red legs spread wide to expose the red coated sex and up the taught muscular body to the C cup breasts with hard nipples, across the graceful neck to a face that made her freeze in horror and confusion.



Slave-g had been in her home for some time. She wasn’t sure how long but that didn’t matter, nothing mattered but pleasure and doing the will of the Mistress. She spent her hours eating and sleeping and fucking with all of the other chosen in a state of endless perfect bliss. She was so overwhelmingly grateful towards the Mistress, whom had saved her from her former life and brought her to this new and perfect one. She still didn’t remember anything from before but she knew it could have been nowhere near as wonderful a life as she now lived.

It was during one of the rest times when she felt the tug in her mind, something not exactly like a voice but something that she knew with all of her soul was the will of her mistress. She rose, disentangling herself from the press of bodies she had passed out in after the last orgy. Slave-h’s deflated cock slid from her cunt as she moved, pushing away the arms and legs of 102 and 037 until she had room enough to stand and stretch her limbs. Without a word she moved towards the large set of stairs that rose up from one side of the room and into the wall. She had never really noticed them before but she knew that was because she hadn’t needed to, now that she did Mistress had let her be aware of them as was only right and proper.

At the top of the stairs she found an open metal door which lead to a lavishly adorned room. There were fine rugs on the floor and art on some of the walls. One wall was an open window that looked down into the large space where the chosen lived and on another wall were a series of screens most showing close ups of the sleeping chosen but one showed a figure wrapped in shadows moving around the outside of a building. In the middle of the room, facing the door was a plush overstuffed sitting chair and on it was a woman covered from head to toe in the substance that coated all of her chosen. Slave-g didn’t need to be told that this was her mistress.

She was coated in cherry red; even her eyes appeared to be covered in the substance. She was an older woman, not old but so much older then any of the chosen that her body seemed exotic and extremely erotic in Slave-g’s eyes. She radiated power and control and bliss and Slave-g knew that this person was the center of her universe and the one she who owned her mind, body, and soul. “Gillian, or should I say Slave-g, its amazing how just a few days can seem like an eternity when your separated from someone you love.” Slave-g could only nod, dumbstruck by the presence of the Mistress.

“I promised you a secret the last time we met; don’t worry about remembering our first encounter, its not important. Still, I do keep my promises, so sit right here at my feet and bask in my presence for a moment. We have a guest arriving soon and she will be very interested to hear our little secret.” Slave-g smiled an empty smile and moved to sit at the feet of her mistress. She couldn’t help but wrap herself around Mistress’s leg. Touching Mistress brought her such great pleasure and the Mistress didn’t seem to mind. Some time passed, though she couldn’t have said how long, the joy and pleasure stretched minutes to hours. Suddenly her mistress spoke, “Come in, come in… we’ve been waiting for you.”

Slave-g raised her eyes to the cracked open door and would have been surprised to see a creature made of darkness slam it open if she had been able to think of anything but pleasure and obedience. As it was she didn’t need to be afraid, because if she had Mistress would have let her know. The creature bounded to her side but she found herself looking at the woman framed in the doorway, she tilted her head quizzically at the shape wrapped in shadows because as the shadows parted they revealed a face she knew, this stranger looked exactly like the Mistress.



The Silver Shadow locked eyes with her doppelganger, she didn’t know what to say what to do, what this all meant, and why this woman of red latex made in her image sent such a ripple of terror through her. The voice inside her was telling her to run, to escape whatever was coming next but she was frozen. “Speechless Alyson dear, so unlike you…” the woman called her by her real name, not even Gillian had known that, “Do you want me just to explain or would you rather..” before the woman could finish speaking, (That voice! She knew it because it was her own, what she sounded like on recordings and to other people), The Silver Shadow interrupted her.

“I don’t care who the fuck you think you are but your going to pay for what you’ve done to Nightshade and all of the others you’ve captured.” With a wave of her hand she sent her creature bounding towards the red woman as the shadows around her turned into chairs and flew out to wrap about her enemy. At least that was what should have happened, the creature hit the woman and exploded into a misty shadow that seemed to be absorbed into the woman’s red skin, as for her chains the woman raised her own hand in a mirror image and the chains froze in midair, hanging between the two of them. “Oh but you should care who I am Alyson.” Another gesture from the red woman and while The Silver Shadow gaped in shock she found her shadows congealing around her into a tight shiny prison, binding her arms to her side and causing her to lose her balance and fall to the floor.

With nothing to break her fall she landed heavily and struggling to gain control of her own power she could do nothing but look up at the red woman sitting in her chair like a queen looking down at her. “Have you ever noticed the way your shadows move before you ask them some of the time? Have you ever asked yourself why they did that, or did you just chock it up to a quirk of your powers?” The red woman spoke calmly and the Silver Shadow had to admit she had both noticed the effect and more or less ignored it. “I can see from your expression that you have. The answer is very simple your powers can be controlled consciously but they come from and are primarily controlled by your subconscious.” The red woman stood from her chair and suddenly her form became misty exactly like Silver’s own cloak of shadows. “Who I am, why I can do what I can do is just as simple I am your subconscious, or at least a very powerful part of it. I can do things with our power that you’ve never even dreamed about, or I suppose you have dreamed about them just not allowed yourself to remember them in the morning.”

“You’re LYING!” The Silver Shadow, Alyson, screamed up from the floor. She wiggled in her prison but could do nothing to free herself; the shadows just wouldn’t listen to her. Her eyes darted around the room until she spotted the video cameras and saw the views of over a hundred kidnapped children, naked and wrapped in clothing of shadow, most were asleep but the few who were awake copulated with abandon. “There is no part of me that wants this, to do what you’ve done to these children, to Nightshade.” The misty red shadow reformed into the red woman and looked down at her, “Ah now that is where you are quite wrong, but then I suppose it’s not your fault. The whole reason I exist is because you couldn’t handle your desires and the memories of what the Piper did to you and Gillian the last time you met.”

The Piper hearing his name caused the terror inside her to grow even stronger, “No, I killed him!” The red woman nodded, “Oh yes you did but it wasn’t for whatever reason you’ve concocted to fill the gaps in your memory, would you like me to tell you what happened, what REALLY happened during your last meeting?” The Silver Shadow managed to shake her head her voice came out in a pleading whimper, “no.” The red woman turned away from her and reached out to stroke Gillian on the head like a favored pet, Gillian nuzzled into the caress and the sight brought tears to the Silver Shadow’s eyes.  “That’s too bad, I promised Gillian here a secret and as you know we do keep our promises.” The red woman began to speak but the silver shadow didn’t hear her words it was more like she was being drawn back there, to that night…



The Overwatch had managed to break into the Piper’s lair earlier that evening thanks to some excellent detective work by Psi-Ops, the mystical muscles of Blind Justice, and the very physical muscles of Epic. Her report had said that battle was intense pitting Blind Justice against the piper’s song while the rest of the team had to fight of enslaved children and their parents all of whom battled dearly to remain enslaved. Eventually the line was broken, without any civilian casualties, but in the chaos the Piper had escaped. Even Retro hadn’t been able to find his trail. That was why The Silver Shadow and Nightshade patrolled the streets that late November evening.

It had been about an hour and the search was beginning to feel fruitless when Nightshade spotted a young girl walking in a daze though the back alleys dressed only in her pajamas. The Silver Shadow hadn’t been able to believe the audacity of the villain, but the mind controlling pedophile was obsessed and he had never been able to resist temptation, the same trait that always caused his downfall. They followed the girl silently from the roofs and eventually spotted her destination, a small building on the Sovereign City waterfront. Their appeared to be a few other children heading that way as well another young girl and an older boy.

They scouted the sight according to procedure and spotted the Piper, flute to his lips drawing in his pray, distracted. With silent commands the plan was devised, they would break in through the windows and get the flute away from the man before he knew what was happening. The plan should have worked, she didn’t know what had tipped the Piper off but even as they came crashing in, protected from the glass by their shadows, he had spun and was playing a new tune directed right at them. Neither the Silver Shadow or Nightshade had felt his power before, they had always been able to disarm him before he could cast his musical spell, and the sheer power of it drove them too their knees even as it slipped into the minds.

Nightshade succumbed first, her face taking on a look of bliss as her shadow pooled at her feet. She slowly began stripped out of her uniform, though sticking to custom her domino mask remained on. While the piper leered at her young sidekick a war was going on inside The Silver Shadow’s mind. The magic was burning through her trying to inflame her lust and cloud her thoughts, but Silver had trained her mind for years and the magic had little to grab onto until… until she saw her sidekick on display. Suddenly there was a chink in her armor and the magic poured in.

There was a truth buried deep inside Alyson’s mind. Over the past years she had fallen in love with her side kick, it wasn’t the love of a friend it was a deep passionate lust that she had never felt for anyone before. She had repressed the desires pushing them deep into her subconscious where even she was not aware of them, which had been her mistake. Had she examined them she would have realized that Gillian was the first person she had ever given so much of herself too, her loveless childhood and years of training to become the hero she was had left no room for base desires like love and sex. If she had dealt with her repressed sexuality, maybe gone on some dates and tried to live a normal life she might have had nothing to worry about but her repression had formed a seed that flowered under the piper’s musical onslaught.

After a tense ten minute stand-off the magic of the flute won and her shadows came crashing down leaving the heroin to gaze in rapt adoration at her young side kick while her nether regions moistened for the first time since her teenage years. The Piper seeing his victory, though not understanding it, gleefully ordered Silver to strip and perform acts of perversion and debauchery with her sidekick while he returned to calling his new toys. The heroin and her sidekick embraced, intertwining with magically enhanced passions and for endless minutes explored each others supple bodies.

As the Piper leered on they lost themselves in Sapphic acts, movements of lips, tongues, and fingers. When his other thralls arrived the Piper joined in the act, never one to resist enjoying his conquests as soon as possible. Soon the waterside building was filled with sounds of passion as six bodies joined together; The Silver Shadow, Nightshade, The Piper, and his three young thralls. Deep into the night they fucked in every way imaginable until an hour before dawn, when the Piper forced himself to break away and prepare his true getaway. He would take his new toys, heroes and children both out of the city to a lair he had prepared on the other side of the country. Sovereign City was too hot for him right now and he would be happy with his new toys until the heat died down. He’d set himself up in a small town and use his powers to shape it to his vision of what life should be like. Unfortunately for him this was never going to happen.

The Silver Shadow’s mind was strong, and once her lust was sated and the passions became dull embers instead of a hot fire she found herself fighting against the magic once more. This time she was able to break the spell and free of its effects was horrified over what she had done. Pulling clothing of shadows over herself and the still entranced children, including Nightshade she stood to face the Piper. Turning at the sound he raised his pipe to his lips and began to blow and even as the music began her shadows lashed out. She only meant to grab the pipe, to pull it away from him, but in her fury and shame her shadows became like blades, slashing the magical object to pieces and causing an explosion of released power.

In the wake of the explosion she found herself facing the burned and blackened corpse of her enemy and the horror of the act, the killing on top of what she had done to the children rushed through her. Worse still her own self awareness was too strong, she knew that she had wanted this, wanted Gillian, to take advantage of the trusting young girl who she spent night after night with and this was something she couldn’t bear to know. She screamed and just as she was about to break completely she took up everything she couldn’t stand about herself; her actions, her memories, even her newly awakened and warped sexuality, and poured them out of her mind into a nearby shadow letting it all go away until their was nothing left of her shame even in her own mind. The effort overwhelmed her and she passed out.



The red woman stopped speaking then, gauging the reaction on the heroin’s face. “I couldn’t tell you what happened next because from that point on I was no longer you, I was a separate entity, born in that warehouse, and unlike you I had a deep awareness of both the true extent of our powers and what I really wanted.” The red woman gazed lovingly at Gillian who gazed back with a look of adoration. The Silver Shadow felt shattered, it had all come rushing back and she knew it was all true. She wanted to scream, to flail, to attack this creature of her Id that she had created but she was bound in her own powers and had no words.

“Don’t feel sad Alyson.” The red woman said her voice cheerful and husky. “We don’t do sad here, and I don’t want that for you, for us. Like I said I know what I really want and now that I have her… I want you back… I want a real body.” She gestured and Alyson found herself lifted off the floor, hovering while still bound, and facing the red woman, her other self, “No…” was all she was able to say.

Her other self had a wicked grin and a predatory look in her eyes, “Oh Yes, this form is quite capable of feeling pleasure, “ She ran her red hands along her red form and shivered dramatically. “But I want a real body, my body, and trust me dear once you know what I know; once all you’ve been repressing comes to the surface and takes control once and for all, you’ll thank me… then again you’ll be me or I’ll be you. I’m not quite sure which but won’t it be fun to find out.” A red hand caressed the side of her face and Alyson shuddered in fear and disgust and to her own horror a small spark of excitement.

Her thrashing movements became stronger and with a spark of hope she felt some give in her bonds, her fear and desires to save Gillian and all the other children was giving her strength. With an audible snapping sound she burst free from the shadows confining her. With a roar of anger she charged her doppelganger only to find her body passing right through the creature’s now shadowy form. Spinning she lashed out with shadows again, her anger studding the chains with barbs and blades. The shadows connected and she felt a moment of triumph before a throaty laugh filled the room and she saw the ends of her chains turning red, the cheerful color flowing into the dark gray of her shadows and back along the chains towards her. She broke the connection in a moment of panic and stood as the red woman reformed into a solid shape.

“Well that was fun, we could do this all day you know and in the end it’s just shadowboxing. You can’t beat me, because you can’t beat yourself.” The red woman smiled and so did The Silver Shadow. Lengths of shadow extended out to form long chains with sharp blades on the end. “Yes, I can.” And with those words the blades turned in the air and plunged into Alyson’s own body. The red woman screamed in horror and the last thing she saw was the creature rushing forward before she blacked out from the pain.

Six Months Later


Gillian awoke gradually, her cheek resting comfortably on the firm thigh of her partner and lover. She looked up at Alyson Glimmer, the Silver Shadow, who’s still sleeping form looked peaceful in the morning light. Not wanting to move yet she found her mind drifting back to that awful night. She could still remember everything that came before, the fear of her capture, the overwhelming pleasure of slavery, watch placidly as the creature and her best friend fought until in desperation, and for her, Alyson turned her weapons on her own body in an attempt to destroy the creature.

The sight had snapped Gillian out of everything. She rushed to her partner’s side and with control of her own powers again she used them to stop the bleeding as best she could before calling for help. While she was working the red woman had vanished. Gillian didn’t know where she had gone; she had been too focused on her work to care. The creature could have escaped, or it could have been destroyed, or it might even have slunk back into Alyson’s subconscious now that she was aware of everything that had born it. Neither of them knew for sure and during the weeks of Alyson’s recovery they had discussed it extensively.

They knew all of the ‘chosen’ were free, although some were having more difficulty then others of coping with the lack of their mistress despite the best efforts of Psi-Ops and Blind Justice. No further disappearances of that nature had been reported despite the villainess remaining unknown and uncaught. Sadly The Silver Shadow had been so badly injured during their fight she had lost her memories of it. At least that’s what they were telling everyone.

Things had been awkward between them for a while but Alyson had changed since her encounter with her doppelganger. She had been forced to confront the worst of herself and it seemed like she had won. Her long repressed emotions were at the forefront of her mind even though they filled her with guilt she swore to herself she wouldn’t hide them, she would deal with them. Gillian didn’t blame her, and had eventually admitted to harboring similar feelings and much to both of their surprise the love they found in each other’s arms felt so right despite its taboo nature, they had decided not to fight it.

It had brought them many nights of love and pleasure; Gillian had even been able to show Alyson how to use the shadows as sex toys although it was a skill they only ever used in the bedroom. She smiled at that thought and felt Alyson shift under her, looking up again she saw that her eyes were open and gazing down at the girl with a look of love that made her feel all warm inside. As the two lovers embraced somewhere in the city a woman made of cherry red shadows smiled.

The End

This was a hard story to write because I really wanted to make it a little more then just a sex romp. Similar to Xenomorphosis the story wrote its own ending, veering away from the hero becomes villain idea I had started with to its current shape. I like it better this way, if you don’t then write your own story ;)

As for the setting anyone who had wanted to write a superhero story is welcome to use Sovereign City as a setting and include any of the heroes or villains I mentioned, although I’d ask no one to mess too much with Alyson and Gillian. I have no plans for a sequel but I see this as their canon status.

That’s it for now, thanks always to Piper for all of his support as an editor and sounding board and for everyone who gets something out of these strange perverted little tales. It’s always nice to hear from you as comments or emails and I love to hear suggestions although as always, no promises.

My email remains [email protected]

- MB

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