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.