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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 i
nto 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…
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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 thin
k 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.
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