I would describe the story as a "Lesbian BDSM romance" that leans at times pretty heavily into dub/non-con themes. There is ONLY f/f sex (and in fact there aren't really even men that appear "on screen"). It is technically part of my Heroines Perilous World setting and uses the rules for how powers work in that world, but it's in its own little world and not really connected to any other stories I've written.
Also I use a LOT of bolding and italics which don't copy paste to here. I'm not really interested in manually putting all that in here, so if you'd like to read the story with it's proper formatting you can head to my webpage to read the story as well:
https://philohunter.com/the-superheroin ... ica-city/
Chapter One: Morning in a New City
Although not overly large Sapphica City has always been affluent, hip, and forward-thinking. In recent years both organized crime and superpowered criminals were drawn in large numbers to the oceanside city’s wealth. Sapphica City recently became overrun with crime of all sorts, especially the superpowered variety. Things got so bad federal forces had to come into the city and conduct an intensive “sweep and clean” operation, clearing out every criminal and supervillain that could be found.
The city had always been known as a place that was friendly to lesbians. The spike in crime had threatened that, but once the city was cleared out of every single male criminal and supervillain Sapphica City’s lesbian population once more swelled. At the same time most of the corrupt authority figures that were cleared out were men, allowing women to fill the power vacuum that had been left. Now the city has an all-female police force and women politicians at all levels of local government.
This left the city even more of a haven for the kind of women who would prefer to lead a life as free of men as possible. It became well known that Sapphica City was a semi-paradise for women attracted to other women. It became equally as well known that it was NOT a place where men were welcome.
This was, of course, all unofficial policy. Still, word spread quickly that the authorities in Sapphica City dealt far more harshly with male criminals than female ones. Even with the city cleared out there was no rush for the normal male-run criminal organizations to try and make a play for control over the city.
Even the male supervillains stayed away. Partially for the same reasons the male criminals did, but also because the city was devoid of superheroines after the federal “sweep and clean” operation. Although it is a secret kept hidden from most of the public, superhumans are driven by supercharged libidos. A male supervillain is as driven by the prospect of what he would get to do to a defeated superheroine as by whatever crime led to a confrontation with one of those over-sexed superpowered women.
In the months after Sapphica City’s federal clearing operation every superheroine left. Some, ashamed they’d been on watch as things had gotten so out of hand, retired. Others who had proven themselves worthy of greater foes were reassigned to different cities where their battle-hardened skills were more needed.
This left Sapphica City positioned to be a perfect place to assign superheroines who had just graduated from The Academy, the superhero university. With low crime levels it would be a relatively safe place for novice superheroines to get some real-world practice.
The Agency, the government organization in control of superheroes, let the local authorities know that they intended to only send superheroines who had a strong sexual preference for women to protect their city. It was a sign of respect for their local culture that was much appreciated by city officials and, once noticed by the city’s citizens, would hopefully be appreciated by them as well.
A young woman going by the name “Glitterburst” is to be the first of these new superheroines to be sent to Sapphica City. Slowly other heroines will be assigned to the city as well, but for now she’ll be the city’s lone superpowered defender. It is a burden that is not expected to be a large one as the city is supposed to be free of any kind of organized crime.
A handful of female supervillainesses are rumored to be active in the city, but none seem high-powered. Glitterburst begins her new life thinking her enthusiasm and training will be more than enough to make up for her inexperience. She thinks she’ll be setting out to patrol a city that’s free of any kind of seriously dangerous criminals, expecting only to encounter street-level crime and the occasional run-in with a low-powered supervillainess.
Glitterburst expects to be able to easily defeat whatever she finds waiting for her in her new home, but things in Sapphica City are not what they seem. Only time will tell if the naive young heroine, along with all the other young superheroines that will soon join her, will ever discover the truth.
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Glitterburst yawned as she begrudgingly got out of bed. After spending so long sleeping in one of The Academy’s dorm room’s cramped twin-sized beds she’d gotten used to barely having enough space for herself, much less any partner she might have spent the night with. One night alone in the huge bed she’d been given as part of her furnished apartment in Sapphica City was a hedonistic joy the young woman wasn’t sure she deserved but was already prepared to fight tooth and nail to keep.
“If you want it ya gotta earn it,” Glitterburst told herself sleepily. She stifled another yawn while groggily shuffling her way to her bedroom bathroom.
She paused as she entered the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. Her time at The Academy had been amazing, but it had been draining. The training she and the other superheroes had endured each day left them haggard and exhausted. The young woman was used to waking up to a reflection of a pale-faced white girl with dark bags under her eyes that looked nearly as worn down as she had looked before sleeping.
That wasn’t what she saw in the mirror now. There were no dark bags under her eyes. And although she looked bleary-eyed after having just woken up she could see a cup of coffee would be more than enough to get some perk into her step.
Even when I was so exhausted I didn’t know how I’d get through the day ‘perk’ was never a problem, Glitterburst thought. I’ve always been a ‘perky’ girl, and I’ve only gotten perkier since my powers activated.
As she showered she thought back to the perky, upbeat, strait-laced little girl she’d been. Then thought about how, in high school, she’d remained just as perky and upbeat even as she entered her rebellious stage. The discovery of her love of brightly colored dyed hair, loudly colored retro fashion, and even louder music had only made her perkiness more extreme.
Then she’d discovered her sexual attraction to other women. Suddenly she had a lot more intensity to her perkiness and a place to direct it.
Not long after her eighteenth birthday, just as she’d started to feel she was understanding who she wanted to be and what she wanted out of life, her Power-Gene had activated. Suddenly when she felt like her honest joy for life was going to burst out of her fingertips like fireworks it literally did!
Weeks later she found herself at The Academy, learning to control her glittering concussive force blasts along with a horde of other young superhumans learning to control their still-developing superpowers. And just like them, Glitterburst was having to deal with a freshly supercharged libido.
Before her powers activated she’d thought she’d known what it meant to be ‘horny’. She’d THOUGHT she had been into women. She quickly realized the things she felt BEFORE her powers activated were nothing compared to what she now felt. “Horny” became something that overwhelmed and controlled her in a mad whirlwind of helpless desire. And her desire for women? It was never-ending and insatiable, even if her frequent sexual trysts with other students were more awkward and clumsy than anything else.
The Academy had been an intense place. Supercharged hormones of young people barely of age mixed with superpowers they were struggling to control made a volatile mixing pot. A lot of the superhumans who entered The Academy never graduated. They “washed out”, either choosing to drop out or being kicked out.
By the end not a single guy had been left, and I’d been glad about that, Glitterburst thought.
She thought about the sexual changes they’d all gone through after their powers activated. A supercharged libido that was nearly insatiable, and for most that meant a newfound attraction to both genders and everything in between. Glitterburst had been one of the rare few who had seemed able to cling to her original sexual preferences.
Having to deal with a libido that seemed to never turn down from “overcharged” was bad enough, but for most it got worse. MOST superheroines found their powers weakened or even temporarily lost if they got off too much or too strongly. But ignoring one's supercharged lusts to maintain your powers wasn’t easy or safe. Deny yourself too long and a clumsy grope or flash of someone’s privates might be enough to turn a superpowered woman into a drooling, helpless puddle of sexual needs begging to be fucked.
The Academy taught young superhumans how to deal with this along with their superpowers. They had “superhuman sexuality” classes that helped them understand how to manage their body’s new sexual needs, learning how much self-pleasure would ease the constantly building pressure without weakening their powers.
This was something Glitterburst hadn’t needed as much as the others. Her powers didn’t work like most other superheroines. Sexual climax didn’t drain her powers. She DID have a weakness, something that could easily remove her ability to use her powers, but it was a weakness she knew to keep well hidden from others. Even most of her closest friends at the Academy hadn’t known about it.
It was during their superhuman sexuality classes that they were told about the aspects of superhumans’ lives that were normally hidden from the public. They learned that good superheroines used their sexuality as a weapon to wield against criminals, especially superpowered ones. They learned about the kinds of things they could expect to happen to them if they were defeated, and that if they gave their foes what they wanted they’d be more likely to let them escape. Giving in to their opponents' perverse demands was also something that could help a superheroine turn a temporary “defeat” into an eventual victory.
When Glitterburst had thought she’d be facing mostly male criminals and supervillains those kinds of things had made her skin crawl. But now that she was stationed in a city with almost no men she found the idea of being defeated and taken advantage of by a sexy supervillainess uncomfortably titillating.
Especially if she’s older than me, she thought. My attraction to girls my age has always been different from what I feel for women more mature than me. With girls my age it’s always been wild passion, but older women bring out something in me I’ve never dared explore…
As all of this had run through her head Glitterburst had finished her shower. Once dry she freshened up her sidecut then put the rest of her hair up, using product that would last all day to make her vibrantly pink-colored hair stick up in a faux-hawk. Some pink lipstick and a spray down of face glitter and her face was ready.
Before leaving the bathroom she stopped, taking a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She didn’t like to think she was a vain person, but she knew she had a phenomenal body and was proud of it. She was short, slender, well-muscled yet with just enough feminine softness to not seem masculine or “too hard” like some superheroines were.
There was only one part of her body she didn’t care for: her breasts. At the moment they were like the rest of her body, small and perky. But they weren’t ALWAYS like that… She grabbed them, hefting them slightly as though testing they were the correct size and shape. Happy to find they were, she let go of them and turned from the mirror.
But they won’t be when I get home tonight, she thought sourly. Using her powers for a prolonged period of time, or in intense bursts, caused her breasts to grow. Just a little at first, but the larger they grew the faster they would grow as she continued to use her powers.
I’ll have to deal with returning them to their normal size at the end of the day, she thought with a resigned sigh. It’s what I had to do every day at The Academy and it’s what I’ll keep doing now that I’ve graduated.
Next step was to get her costume on. She liked that her costume looked almost like street clothes, yet thanks to being so heavily inspired by the 80’s and 90’s fashion it was easily recognizable as a costume, especially because of how revealing it was.
The “main attraction” was a baggy, yellow long-sleeve top with a lightning symbol emblazoned on the chest. The loose-fitting sweater had been cut so that the shirt left all her trim, firm midsection on display. A skimpy yellow bikini bottom along with knee-high neon pink fishnets served as the lower half of her costume, completed with a pair of well-worn converse shoes.
A pair of fingerless gloves that looked like a vintage fashion accessory chosen to match the rest of her outfit were more than they seemed. The gloves contained hidden high-tech fibers that allowed her to cling to and easily climb walls. When combined with the use of her concussive force blasts Glitterburst was able to propel herself from surface to surface and easily make her way through an urban environment almost as easily as if she could fly.
Her costume’s final accessory was large, clunky retro pink sunglasses. Like Glitterburst’s gloves, they were more than they seemed. Their tinting did nothing to shade her eyes from normal light but left her immune to the blinding effect of her glittering energy blasts. It was something that was FAR more important than most would assume.
A supervillainess could make me cum till I can’t stand and I’d STILL be able to use my powers, she thought as she adjusted her glasses, but blind me and I’m powerless.
Till the staff at The Academy had the glasses made for her the blinding flashes of her glittering energy blasts were as dangerous to Glitterburst as they were to others. But as long as she kept the special glasses on she could go all out, not worrying about blinding herself.
Once she was fully dressed Glitterburst walked through her apartment, stopping to admire it before she headed out to begin her first day patrolling Sapphica City. The apartment was in one of the nicest neighborhoods in the city. Even so, the building had good security. She’d been told it was partially because of this, and because of its central location, that many of the units in the building had been purchased to be used by the city’s future superheroines.
But I’m the only superheroine in the city so far, she thought as she made her way towards the balcony that looked out on the city. Maybe in a few months some of my neighbors will be fellow superheroines, but for now they’re all normal people…
As she stepped out onto the balcony she took a moment to admire the cityscape before her. Sapphica City was a beautiful place filled with stunning architecture and breathtaking views of the ocean. The morning sunrise filled that view with vibrant oranges and pinks that took Glitterburst’s breath away.
It was only when Glitterburst heard the sound of someone’s voice that the young superheroine realized she wasn’t as alone as she’d thought. The balconies in the units weren’t far apart, each balcony’s railings only separated by a couple of feet. She’d been so engrossed with the vibrant sky that she’d failed to notice the woman standing on the balcony beside hers.
“Hello there, pretty little one,” the older woman said coolly after taking a sip of a steaming cup of tea. She spoke with a slight eastern European accent that Glitterburst couldn’t place.
Glitterburst, startled then embarrassed she’d not seen the woman standing there, stared dumbly at the woman, overwhelmed by how attractive she was.
The older woman was stunningly beautiful and wearing a barely belted-closed robe that showed off the shape of her tall, slender yet curvaceous body. Even though the tantalizing glimpse of the woman’s exposed cleavage drew a glance from Glitterburst it was the woman’s striking long hair that made the biggest impression. At first glance she’d THOUGHT the woman had gray hair, but a second look revealed hair so vibrantly white it HAD to be dyed.
She adjusted her initial appraisal of the woman’s age once she made note of her hair color. She WAS older, but nearly every woman was “older” than Glitterburst. Glitterburst had always been terrible at telling the age of other women, especially older ones. It was something that had only gotten worse since her supercharged libido had kicked in. She’d often be off by multiple decades, with the only part she’d ever be certain of was whether she was attracted to the woman or not, which was almost always a resounding “yes”.
“I wasn’t expecting my new neighbor to be so young and attractive,” the woman told Glitterburst conversationally. “Or so easily distracted,” she added when she noticed the way Glitterburst kept glancing at her cleavage.
“It’s okay, pretty little one,” she added as the girl blushed and turned to look away. “I don’t mind other women looking at me that way. And you should just assume anyone who moves to this city is as attracted to women as you clearly are.” She paused, giving Glitterburst an appraising look. “You HAVE just moved to the city, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” Glitterburst said, annoyed she was so flustered by the stunningly attractive woman. “This was my first night here,” she added.
The confirmation that Glitterburst had just moved to the city caused the woman to flash a sly smile. “Well, pretty little one, if you’re ever lonely and want a playmate you let me know. I have a…. fondness for young girls like you. I like playing with them. Dominating them. I prefer good, well-behaved playmates but I’m always up for breaking in a wild thing and training her to be a good girl.”
Glitterburst stammered. She flushed so deeply that she felt like her face and chest were on fire. Domineering older women always got her a little flustered, but the raw sexuality emanating from this woman was overwhelming her.
“I’m sorry,” the woman said with an apologetic frown. “I’m being too forward, aren’t I? Yes, look at you. So flustered. It’s cute, it really is, but now I think I’ve come on too strong. I forget that the women who are new to the city aren’t used to how open the rest of us can be, especially when it comes to how older women interact with younger ones.”
She let out a heavy sigh. “I hear it can be a bit of a culture shock, especially for baby lesbians who have never lived somewhere like this. Of course, there aren’t really any other places like this.” She sipped her tea and looked out at the city with adoration in her eyes. “What brings you to Sapphica City?”
“Work,” Glitterburst said evasively.
“Well, pretty little one, I hope whatever work brought you to this wonderful city is rewarding.” She stood and, moving with the grace of a feline, turned to go back into her apartment. Just before disappearing through her balcony door she stopped. “I meant my offer,” she said without turning to look at Glitterburst. “Should you ever want a playmate I’m only a door away.”
Glitterburst realized as soon as the woman had closed her balcony door that it was silly trying to hide what she was. Superheroes hadn’t used secret identities for decades. When you became a superhero it became your whole life, you left your civilian name behind and embraced who and what you’d become making your superhero persona your ONLY persona.
I’m just flustered, frazzled, and turned on, she told herself. This city is going to be full of women like her. Older, sexy, and confident. If I’m going to protect them and have them look at me as an authority figure I can’t go weak at the knees every time I see a flash of cleavage.
“I’m the city’s newest superheroine,” she told the empty balcony, forcing down the flustered uncertain girl the now-gone woman had brought to the surface. “I’m Glitterburst,” she added, sounding and feeling more like the perky, confident superheroine she’d trained to become.
She hopped over the balcony’s railing. As she did she threw her arms behind her, sending out a concussive blast of glitter-infused energy that propelled her forward and up. She flew to the building across the street where she used her gloves to grip onto the side of the building. From there, using her grip-gloves and more blasts of energy, she made her way to the nearest roof.
“And now time to start patrolling my new home,” she said, launching herself into the air to go to the next building’s roof. “Time to protect this city. To look for crimes and find some wrongs to right!”
The bursts of sparkle-filled energy would get the attention of people on the streets below. She was okay with that. She wanted the people of the city to see her. To know they were finally being protected by superheroines again. She wanted them to feel safe knowing that when the handful of supervillainesses running around the city showed their faces she’d be there to take care of them!
Chapter Two: Protection Racket
Veronica Byrd had always thought that she knew herself incredibly well compared to her peers. Almost as soon as she’d learned to read she’d accepted that although she liked the IDEA of people she was too awkward and shy to spend much time with them. From an early age she’d spent most of her life in books, reading and hiding from the world as she lived out fantasies of lives she knew she wasn’t brave enough to live for real. It was even through literature that she’d discovered she had no interest in men.
It wasn’t until she’d gotten her first job, working at a chain bookstore, that she’d learned she didn’t NEED to live a mostly people-free life. The idea of going to a party and socializing with people she knew left her in cold sweats, but helping a random stranger discover a new book? THAT she could do.
It helped her find the courage to do all sorts of things she’d thought she’d never be brave enough to try. She’d always liked the way piercings and tattoos looked, so she got a couple. She was hooked at once. There was an addictive rush the pain gave her, something that kept her adding to her collection of piercings and tattoos. Yet it was something she never dared to think too hard about.
While her peers, people she’d never been particularly close to, had gone off to find themselves in college she’d stayed behind working in the book trade, confident she’d already found herself. By the time those peers were close to graduating and having to think about how they’d use their degrees she’d already decided what she wanted out of life. By the time they had their degrees she’d saved enough to get what she wanted.
“Deliberatively Literate” wasn’t a very large bookstore, but it was in a good location near one of Sapphica City’s most popular beaches. And most importantly it was all Veronica’s. She got to spend her days helping people find books and filling the times in between by reading. It was a perfect life, one filled with good people and even better books.
Her heart would jump a beat whenever she heard the little bell ring that signified someone had just entered her bookstore. Who had come in? Would it be a tourist on their way to the beach looking to buy an impulse read? Was it one of her small but loyal regulars?
She never knew, and finding out always excited her. Her love of people had grown to equal her love of books since she moved to Sapphica City to open the bookshop. She was still often shy and awkward, but many found that charming from the young, bookish, and attractive woman.
Thanks to what Sapphica city had become many of her clients that found her bookish charms appealing happily flirted with Veronica. Often she’d even find the courage to flirt back. It was something that had floored her in ways she’d not expected. Veronica might have known she desired women from a young age but finding the bravery to let other women know that had been even harder than being socially open with strangers.
She’d done MORE than flirt plenty of times, but her relationships never seemed to last long. No matter how attracted she was to another woman, no matter how passionate their sex, there was always something missing.
It was something Veronica had made her peace with. She looked at those short-lived relationships like all those series she never got more than a book or two into. She wanted to try them all, and one day she’d find one that would hold her attention till the end.
She had a small, charming, enjoyable life. Yet not everything was perfect. Even when business was “good” her finances were always tight. If the property she’d turned into Deliberatively Literate hadn’t included a studio apartment above it she doubted she’d have been able to regularly afford rent. She loved her life in Sapphica City as much as she loved her bookstore, but in the back of her mind she knew she was always one major financial setback away from losing it all.
That was why the ringing of the bell as someone entered her store no longer made Veronica’s heart jump in a good way. Veronica had learned that organized crime had not been as expunged from Sapphica City as the news suggested. The city had a new crime lord, one that had sent an intimidating henchwoman to inform Veronica that when she returned she’d expected the young bookseller to be prepared to pay “protection” money.
What would happen if she wasn’t willing or couldn’t pay the money had been left vague. What had been made clear was that if Veronica went to the police something very bad would happen to her store and all the books inside of it.
Since that day Veronica had lived in fear of the imposing woman’s return. Each time someone came through the front door her blood went cold, only warming when she saw that the woman entering wasn’t someone dressed in an outlandish cowgirl costume. But the relief each time was short lived. The superpowered enforcer known as Lady Lariat WOULD be returning, and soon.
And I have no idea what I’ll do when she does, Veronica thought. There’s no way I could pay even a fraction of the money she was demanding. I’m paralyzed with fear, just sitting her like a timid mouse waiting for that awful woman to return…
Veronica’s blood went cold once more as the jingle of the bell above the front door rang. And then her blood got colder as a costumed woman stepped into sight.
“Howdy, Miss Byrd,” Lady Lariat said as she tipped her cowboy hat to Veronica. Her friendly tone and Texan accent sent a shiver of fear running down Veronica’s spine. The menacing woman grinned evilly as she enjoyed the fear in the bookseller’s eyes. “Now that ain’t such a neighborly look to be giving someone prepared to help protect this business of yours from scoundrels who might want to do all these here books of yours harm.”
Veronica gritted her teeth and glared at the supervillainess, hating the skimpy outfit the evil woman paraded around in. The cowgirl costume was all black leather with red stitching. Thanks mostly to the way it exposed the woman’s full breasts and the short skirt she was left looking more like someone who had just come from a BDSM club than a supervillainess.
And maybe there’s a reason for that, Veronica thought. She’d heard the city’s new crime lord, a mysterious woman going by the name “Lilith”, held court at The Eternal Passion Club, Sapphica City’s most infamous and popular fetish club. Maybe this Lilith creep makes her goons dress like fetish ball attendees, Veronica thought, more than a little flustered the woman’s sexy outfit made her feel an unwanted flash of arousal.
When Veronica didn’t answer her Lady Lariat pushed the brim of her hat up further and stepped up to the counter where the girl was standing behind. Even without the high-heeled boots Lady Lariat was wearing the woman would have towered over Veronica. “You’re cowering silence has me thinking you ain’t got my boss’ protection money. Tell me that ain’t true, little mouse,” she said, punctuating the sentence with a dramatic sigh. “I told you Lilith expected her first payment soon.”
Veronica’s face paled. “I can’t pay it,” she started but before she could go on Lady Lariat held up a hand to silence her.
“CAN’T pay it or WON’T pay it? Cause, darling, those are two different things. One takes us to a bad place, but the other… Well, my boss Lilith is an understanding woman. She’s willing to work with people when they CAN’T pay the money she says they owe her.”
She flashed a sly smile when she saw the confused and hopeful look on Veronica’s face. “Look at you,” Lady Lariat said in a sexy, silky voice as she stepped closer to the counter Veronica was partially cowering behind. She reached across the counter and stroked the girl’s cheek, grabbing her chin and holding her in place when she tried to pull away. “A bookish, pasty-skinned white girl with glasses that are comically large-rimmed. Too many piercings and tattoos. Small and thin but by the way you fill that sweater out I’m guessing you’ve got titties big enough to have plenty of fun with.” The villainess nodded. “Not something I’d enjoy wrangling and pinning down but I think Lilith could…”
When the woman trailed off and let go of Veronica’s face the girl pulled away and asked, “Could WHAT?” The implication had been clear, hadn’t it? No, Veronica couldn’t believe this crime boss would be demanding THAT from women!
“You’ve got three options, little book mouse,” Lady Lariat said, holding a fist up. “First option,” she said as she raised a finger, “is that you pay Lilith the ‘protection’ money I’ve come to collect. Second option,” she said as she raised another finger, “is you refuse to pay the money and something terrible happens to all these books AND this building.”
Before she could go on Veronica blurted out, “But this is my everything!” suddenly all the stress, fear, and anxiety she’d felt came exploding out. “I LOVE these books and this is my home! I LIVE here. I’d do ANYTHING to keep these books and this store, but I DON’T have the money! I barely make enough to keep the lights on and my belly full, and sometimes I don’t even manage the second part.”
Lady Lariat calmly waited for Veronica to run out of steam and finish her half mad rant. When the girl was done she raised another finger. “Or three, and keep in mind this is a special offer I’ve been told to make only to certain women, instead of paying what you owe in money you pay with your body.”
“I could never,” Veronica muttered, flushing and turning away from the woman’s calm, penetrating gaze.
Lady Lariat reached over the counter and grabbed Veronica’s face again, turning it to force the girl to look up at her. “Ain’t exactly the offer you think it is,” she said, voice smooth and sexy. “You’d owe her some nights down at The Eternal Passion Club. You’d have to agree to let her collar you, which means you’d be taking on the role of her slave for the night. Not just hers, you’d be shared with members of the club as she pleased. I know them women, they’d eat up a mousy nervous little thing like you. Hell, darling, I might even start to be feeling a bit ravenous myself. Just feeling the way you’re shaking in my hand… Excited and you don’t even want to admit it.”
She let go of Veronica’s face, stroking her cheek again before pulling back. “Three options,” she reminded Veronica. “Your choice. You pay up, which you say you can’t. You lose your books and your business, which you say you don’t want to do. Or you spend some time collared as Lilith’s slave down at The Eternal Passion Club. Seems like you’ve already made your choice, I just need to hear you say the words.”
Veronica opened her mouth but closed it again. The villainess was right, she’d already made her choice. She just had to find the courage to say the words…
Before she did the door flew open, an explosion of sparkling light distracting both women.
“Get away from her, you fiend.”
Veronica couldn’t see who had spoken. The dazzling lights had temporarily blinded her, and from Lady Lariat’s muttered swearing she’d been blinded too. Veronica’s eyes cleared just about the same time the supervillainess’ did, allowing her to see the derisive sneer on the woman’s face as she looked over her shoulder and saw the figure who had made such a dazzling entrance.
“Let me guess, darling, you’re the city’s new superheroine?”
“That’s right,” the new arrival said as she struck a heroic pose while keeping her fists raised and at the ready for a fight. Glowing, sparkling energy sounded her fists. “I’m Glitterburst and I assume you’re the tough that I’ve heard has been running some kind of protection racket?”
Lady Lariat turned to face the newly arrived superheroine, taking up a stance like a gunfighter preparing to draw. The pose confused Veronica. The woman wore no weapons, yet she was holding one of her hands by her hip as though she was prepared to draw an invisible pistol.
“You heard I’m shaking down locals as part of some protection racket?” Lady Lariat asked. “Interesting, VERY interesting. Be interested in finding out who told you that. Might need to pay them a visit once I’m done with the book mouse behind me. Course, won’t be doing THAT till I’m done with you, little darling.”
Veronica gasped when she saw a coil of glowing rope-like red energy appear attached to Lady Lariat’s hip. At first she thought the weapon looked like a lasso, but when the supervillainess grabbed it and let it unfurl it shifted slightly, becoming shaped more like a whip. She flung the whip up, snapping her wrist to make a ripple run through the whip. It cracked, cutting a book standing on a table display in half as easily as a heated knife would have gone through soft butter.
“My books!” Veronica balked in horror. “Please don’t fight in here!” She frantically looked around as she saw the sparkling energy coming from the superheroine’s hands start to glow brighter. “Please,” she begged, pointing to a door in the back of the store. “I could never afford the cost of replacing the books and fixing my store if you fought in here,” she rambled quickly. “There’s a big open area behind the building you can fight in!”
Although both women looked eager to begin fighting neither seemed to want to wreck Veronica’s bookstore.
“I’m more than happy to take the fight back there,” Lady Lariat said, not taking her eyes off the superheroine standing before her.
Glitterburst smirked cockily at the supervillainess. “Sure you wouldn’t rather take it out front? That way everyone in the neighborhood can see me taking you down.”
Lady Lariat raised her chin and let out a derisive laugh. “Little darling, that’s NOT how this is going to go down. And trust me, you’ll want us somewhere semi-private when I defeat you.” She nodded, looking Glitterburst’s body up and down in a lecherous way. “I assume that fancy school for young superheroes you went to taught you little super-sluts what happens when a superheroine gets defeated in the real world?”
Veronica didn’t understand what Lady Lariat was talking about, but by the look on Glitterburst’s face SHE understood and it didn’t phase her.
“They taught us everything we need to take care of superpowered scum like you,” the superheroine said confidently. “In the end that will be all that matters.”
“We’ll see about that, darling” Lady Lariat said, narrowing her eyes. “We’ll see about that REAL soon.”
* * *
“A supervillainess with the whole ‘Yee-haw’ vibe wasn’t exactly what I pictured my rogue’s gallery starting with,” Glitterburst said mockingly as she circled her opponent. Her hands were up, sparkling glitter-infused energy pulsing around her fists as she prepared for the fight to begin.
The two women were behind the bookstore Deliberatively Literate in a secluded lot surrounded by the backs of two rows of commercial buildings.
“Well, darling,” Lady Lariat began, “I wasn’t planning on my next fight being with a sentient glitter bomb dressed like some barfed-up 90’s fashion reject, but here we are.” She flung her whip out, cracking it threateningly at Glitterburst. “But I ain’t never shied away from a fight, especially with some overconfident city girl in need of a good spanking to show her what a dumb little brat she is.”
“I never shied away from a fight at The Academy and I don’t plan on starting now,” Glitterburst told Lady Lariat. “I’m ready whenever you are,” she added, trying to goad her opponent into making the first move.
“Listen, darling, this AIN’T the Academy. This is the REAL world. Things here don’t usually work out the way they taught you things would at that precious school of yours. I have a feeling in a few moments one of us is going to be realizing she ain’t the hot-shit she thinks she is. Now, darling, let’s get this started.”
Lady Lariat feinted as though she was going to pull back, instead flinging her whip up to attack.
Glitterburst was ready. As soon as she saw the woman move the arm holding her whip she sent a huge blast of energy at her opponent. An explosion of glitter-infused energy sent Lady Lariat flying back, crashing into some garbage cans lined up beside the backdoor to a commercial property. “You still thinking you’re as ‘hot-shit’ as you did a moment before?” Glitterburst called out as Lady Lariat rose angrily from a pile of spilled garbage.
“Little darling, I HAD planned on going easy on you,” she snarled as she righted her hat and brushed a brown banana peel off her shoulder. “But now you done pissed me off,” she added before snarling and rushing Glitterburst.
Glitterburst was taken by surprise by how fast the woman managed to be in the ridiculous heels she was wearing. She used a concussive glitter-blast to send herself flying back out of reach of the whip flying towards her. At first she thought the ploy had worked but the whip extended as it lashed out towards her, the red energy it was made out of expanding to make the whip grow longer.
It slapped around Glitterburst’s neck, coiling tightly. When Lady Lariat yanked the weapon back she choked Glitterburst and brought the superheroine stumbling forward. Before Glitterburst could send another blast of energy at her opponent the superheroine screamed as shocking pain shot through her body.
The pain lasted only long enough to bring Glitterburst to her knees. She knelt in the dirt, panting and woozy, feeling too weak to stand or use her powers.
“You city girls are always rushing into things,” Lady Lariat said with a disappointed sigh as she strode up to Glitterburst. As she did her whip grew longer, allowing her to coil its length around the helpless superheroine. She pulled it tight, constricting Glitterburst’s upper arms tight against her torso. “Maybe if you hadn’t you’d have realized this ain’t no energy weapon, it’s a telekinetic projection I can control and reform with a thought.”
To illustrate this power she made the “whip” reform around Glitterburst’s body. In a few heartbeats it had been transformed into a webbing of artfully tied bondage robe made of pulsing red energy. It was formed into a harness that continued to keep her arms pinned tightly to her sides. The “rope” running across her upper chest pulled Glitterburst’s shirt up, leaving the bottom of the young superheroine’s shortly cut top exposing the underside of her breasts.
Lady Lariat did a double take when she noticed this. “Darling, weren't your itty bitty titties a lot smaller when our fight started?” She knelt in front of her dazed captive, lifting her shirt to expose her bare breasts. “Pretty sure they were,” she added, sinking deep in thought. “Heard of some superpowered women whose titties grow when they use their powers. Could that be you, little darling?”
The stupefying jolt of the supervillainess’ telekinetic weapon had left Glitterburst so dazed she’d barely been able to follow what Lady Lariat had been saying. It was only once the woman had pulled Glitterburst’s top up and began talking about her breasts changing size that the superheroine was able to start focusing.
She was panting heavily, struggling to fight past the mental fog she now understood the “ropes” binding her were making her feel. “Maybe,” she said as soon as she was able to focus enough to meet the villainess’ eyes. “Wanna see?” she added before gritting her teeth and using all her mental fortitude to push past the power dulling her mind and preventing her from using her powers.
A blinding flash of dazzling glitter came with an explosion of concussive energy. Lady Lariat’s telekinetic projection was vaporized as the supervillainess was blasted onto her back.
The blast was enough to leave Glitterburst feeling staggered and drained, something that kept her on her knees till she heard Lady Lariat groaning as the woman struggled to get up. She’d HOPED the blast would knock the woman out, but it seemed she was far tougher than she looked.
“Fucking little cunt,” the supervillainess snarled as she got to her feet. She threw her arm out to the side, her weapon reforming in her hands as a whip. “Boss said just to play with the new arrivals at first. Show ‘em their place, maybe tease them a bit. But you, little darling, have right pissed me off.”
Glitterburst had just forced herself to stand when Lady Lariat sent her whip flying towards her. With expert skill she cracked it back, making the tip slice up the middle of the superheroine’s top, cutting it open.
The garment fell open fully exposing the superheroine’s chest. Glitterburst threw her arms up and hugged her breasts to her chest to try and hide how large they’d grown since her opponent had last exposed them, but it was too late.
Lady Lariat stood gawking in disbelief. “Darling, I think you just went from a C cup WAY past where I know how to measure.” She glanced down at her own large breasts then back at the girl standing before her hugging her breasts to her chest. “Damn titties bigger than your head now, ain’t they?”
It was an exaggeration said to humiliate Glitterburst and it did, especially because it wasn’t MUCH of one. “Never pushed out a glitter-burst that strong,” the superheroine whimpered, fighting back tears of humiliation as she hugged her breasts protectively to her chest. “D-didn’t r-realize h-how hard I’d h-have to p-push m-myself to b-b-break free.”
“Darling, you ain’t ‘bout to cry, are ya? Ya are!” Lady Lariat threw her head back and let out a cruel cackle of delight. “Oh, you’re going to be a DELIGHT to have around. Half a mind to just leave you here hugging them big ole titties in shame, but I’m afraid if I do you’ll go back in that little bookstore and promise to help that young woman and I can’t have that.”
She strode up to Glitterburst, confident the broken and humiliated superheroine wouldn’t try to attack her. Her telekinetic energy projection floated up and wrapped around Glitterburst’s neck, reforming into the shape of a collar with a chain leading to a leash she was holding.
“See, darling, thing is I don’t work alone like you were told. Smart girl, whoever told you that. Knew if they told the new superheroine about my boss it might make me AND Lilith mad. But since she kept the secret till I could reveal I’ll let it slide.”
Lady Lariat stroked Glitterburst’s cheek with the back of her hand. “Now, like I said, darling, I got orders to only play a little with the new arrivals. Lilith said I can put you young super-sluts in your place and maybe tease you a bit, but none of the normal fun and games that come from defeating a superheroine till SHE says it’s allowed.”
She ran the back of her hand down Glitterburst’s neck as she spoke, continuing to caress the girl as she went on. She moved her hand down the middle of her chest, moving the back of her hand from side to side just a bit to test out the feel of the helpless heroine’s enlarged breasts before moving past them to wander down the girl’s firm abs.
“Mean’s I probably shouldn’t play with these titties no matter how bad I want to. And means I DEFINITELY shouldn’t slip my hand in here,” she said as she flipped her hand over and started to press her fingers into the top of Glitterburst’s yellow bikini bottom. “So I won’t,” she added, stepping back and pulling her hand away.
“But this ain’t over,” she said, her voice suddenly menacing. “Feel that telekinetic collar I formed round your neck? It’s letting me control you right now. But I don’t need to tell you that, you can FEEL it. Bet you never felt so helpless, have you? Course not, darling. I can FEEL that you feel it, and I can feel how disturbing the loss of control is for you.”
She paused, taking a step further back. “KNEEL.”
Glitterburst let out a pathetic whimper of despair as she dropped to her knees, her body acting before she could think to refuse the command.
“Now jam your hand down them shorts and start playing with yourself,” she barked.
Glitterburst let out an even more pathetic whimper as her hand shot to follow the supervillainess’ commands. The whimper became a distraught moan as she started playing with herself. The moan grew much more indecent a moment later. “Please,” she begged pathetically between gasps of unwanted pleasure, “don’t make me humiliate myself like this.”
“Sorry, darling, the answer’s no. Gotta teach you a lesson. Course, next time we meet fighting might be a little more fun. We can tussle whenever you’re in the mood to be roped up and controlled. Hell, darling, once I have permission from the boss I’d be happy to lasso you and ride you all night. Lilith knows there’s gotta be superheroines in the city, says she’s even eager for their return. You stop any crime you want, darling, you just don’t mess with anything she’s involved in.
“You try and stop me from doing something Lilith wants done you gotta be taught a lesson you won’t forget. You listening, darling? Protection racket you found is Lilith’s and you DON’T fuck with Lilith. And what did you do today?”
“F-fucked w-with L-lilth?” Glitterburst asked as she furiously masturbated, finding she could only say the words because Lady Lariat was allowing her too.
“That’s right, darling. When we’re done you DON’T go back in there and talk to little Veronica Byrd. You DON’T offer to help her or anyone else paying Lilith for protection. You stick to street crime. You look out for new supervillains daring to come into Sapphica City without Lilith’s permission and you take care of THEM.
“And to make sure you learn this lesson you need a little humiliation. You’re going to keep kneeling her in the dirt playing with yourself till the little mind-whammy my telekinetic slave collar put on you wears off. Wasn’t on you long,” she said, yanking on the leash and making it and the collar disappear. “Should only take ten or twenty minutes to wear off. You kneel there jilling off fantasizing about all the terrible, wonderful things you think I WOULD have done to you if I’d been allowed. You understand, darling?”
“Y-yes,” Glitterburst replied, barely holding back a sob. A moment later she gasped as she was compelled to follow the woman’s command. Her mind flooded with sexual fantasies of all the deeply perverse things she could imagine the supervillainess wanting to do to her.
“Good girl,” Lady Lariat said. She gave the masturbating superheroine a pat on the head, adding, “Who knows, darling. Be a good enough girl long enough and maybe Lilith will call you in for a little face-to-face meeting. Then again maybe you’ll be dumb and after this you won’t be such a good girl. I’m sure if that’s what you choose you’ll be meeting Lilith on MUCH less enjoyable terms.”
And with that Lady Lariat left Glitterburst behind, kneeling in the dirt and furiously jilling off to fantasies of the woman sexually using, abusing, and humiliating her.
* * *
When Lady Lariat returned to the bookstore she was unsurprised by the look in Veronica Byrd’s terrified eyes. “You were peeking out that back door and watching, weren’t you little darling? Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Thought she was going to save you, but she didn’t. Couldn’t even save herself.”
She loomed over the small woman. “I still need to hear you say it before I leave, darling,” she said, making her voice as menacing as she could. “You agree to spend some time collared as Lilith’s slave down at The Eternal Passion Club. I need to hear you say the words before I’ll leave.”
Veronica was shaking. Quietly, sounding more like a mouse than a woman, she told the supervillainess what she wanted to hear.
“Good girl,” Lady Lariat replied. “I’ll be in touch soon. Till then just think about how much you love this store and all the books in it. And maybe see if you’ve got one or two on BDSM play parties, I’m guessing a mousy little thing like you has never been to one. Might be a little less shocking if you’re at least a LITTLE prepared.”
Chapter Three: Back Home
Glitterburst knelt in the dirt, masturbating uncontrollably as her mind played out shame and humiliation-filled sexual fantasies. It wasn’t till after she’d cum three times to those fantasies that the compulsion to keep going wore off enough for the defeated superheroine to stop.
She quickly blasted and climbed her way to the top of the nearest building where she found a corner to huddle in. She sat with her back to a wall, kneels pressed to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs to hide her exposed, enlarged breasts.
For a long time she sat quietly sobbing. She’d never imagined enduring something so humiliating. Sure, they’d been trained to deal with situations like this, but that training hadn’t prepared her for how intense the real thing would be. Nothing at The Academy had helped prepare her for how much she’d ENJOY being sexually dominated and humiliated in this way. It wasn’t that she’d been so easily defeated that had shaken her so much, it was how easily her body had betrayed her. How easily she’d slipped into deeply perverse fantasies that had her shooting to climax over and over again.
And then there were her breasts. She’d never had them grow so large so fast. Their growth had always been something she’d struggled with, especially because they would not return to their normal size on their own. To get the humiliatingly large and heavy breasts hanging from her chest back to the petite, perky breasts that felt natural to her Glitterburst was going to need to sexually stimulate them.
As she sat huddled and hiding on the rooftop sexually stimulating her breasts was the last thing she wanted to think about. But she knew by the time she returned home she’d be ready to get her breasts back to normal as quickly as possible. The increased size and weight of them was disorienting, making her feel like it wasn’t her body she was inhabiting.
There were OTHER reasons she’d want to get them back to normal as quickly as she could. The larger they grew the more sensitive they became. At this size even as she hugged them to her chest they were so sensitive it was slightly maddening. Every inch of her breasts had become an unnaturally sensitive erogenous zone. She felt every little brush against them, with every move or shift she made leaving her feeling that much more turned on. She didn’t WANT to be so worked up and turned on after what she’d just been made to endure, but her enlarged breasts would ensure arousal continued to grow till she played with them till they shrunk back down.
And that presented another problem. It was something she could do alone, but it always went much faster with a partner. At The Academy she’d almost always had a fellow student more than happy to help her “return” her breasts to normal after a training or sparing session. But on the rare occasion she hadn’t, she’d discovered that doing the job on her own took much, MUCH longer and much, MUCH more sexual stimulation.
She feared how long it would take her to fix breast growth this large by herself. Even with a partner she feared it would have taken an intense, long session of breast play. But she didn’t have a partner. She’d been in town for less than a day and the only person she’d met besides the supervillainess who had so thoroughly defeated and sexually humiliated her was her neighbor.
The thought of the stunningly beautiful older woman helped Glitterburst find the courage to get up from her hiding place. As she slunk home she stuck to the rooftops, trying to stay out of sight and hugging her chest as much as she could in case anyone spotted her. She used her concussive glitter-blasts as sparingly as possible but even so she knew her breasts would be even larger by the time she got home. She’d learned long ago that the larger they got the more easily they grew, and they’d never been this big before which meant any use of her powers would quickly swell their size even faster.
During the trip back to her apartment she idly fantasized about finding her sexy neighbor waiting on her balcony, still dressed in her robes and casually sipping a cup of tea. She’d tell the woman who she was and beg for her help returning her breasts to normal. The woman would happily give Glitterburst everything she wanted and then some, asking for nothing in return.
Stop it, she told herself, annoyed by her out-of-control fantasies. Get control of yourself and your ridiculous lust-driven fantasies. Even if the woman WOULD be interested in helping that’s not how it would play out.
She hated this part of herself. Every superheroine had to deal with something like this, with a version of themselves that could easily lose themselves in sexual fantasies. Get horny enough and you started to lose control, to see everyone in the world around you as just a player in some perverted play you were the star of. Get horny enough and you’d start to try and live out those fantasies, even if doing so was dangerously reckless.
The world isn’t centered around my sexual needs, she thought angrily. Even IF that’s what my supercharged libido makes it feel like sometimes.
As Glitterburst neared her apartment the anger she felt turned to shame. Hadn’t she just been made to suffer through sexual humiliation so intense it nearly broke her? How could she be so eager and willing to engage in sexual activity so soon after that?
She knew the answer. “The superheroine’s curse”, that’s what some of the teachers called a superpowered woman’s supercharged libido. Glitterburst had THOUGHT she understood it. Had thought she could control it. But one day in the real world and she saw she had almost no control over it at all.
Glitterburst came home from a direction that had her landing down on her balcony from above. She’d been so eager to get home and inside where no one could see her that she’d failed to notice that, just as in her fantasies, her neighborhood was standing on her balcony almost as though waiting for her to return.
“Hey there, pretty little one,” the woman said coolly as though girls often dropped from the sky to land on balconies beside her. “You look as though your first day patrolling the city was a rough one,” she added conversationally.
Glitterburst was so taken aback by the woman’s nonchalance that she stood dumbfounded in silence for an awkward amount of time. She stood with one hand on the handle of the sliding door into her apartment and the other wrapped protectively around her chest to try and hide her enlarged breasts.
She was also shocked by what the woman was wearing. She had on the same robe she’d been wearing that morning but it now hung open, revealing that unlike that morning she wore a nearly see-through black leotard.
“Cat got your tongue, pretty little one?” the woman asked playfully.
“How did you know I was a superheroine?” was the only thing Glitterburst could think to say.
“Perhaps the costume this morning gave it away,” the woman said slyly. “Or perhaps I know who owns that apartment. You’re not the first superheroine to live there, nor the first to think her coming and goings off the balcony wouldn’t be noticed.”
She nodded to the way Glitterburst was protectively holding her chest. “Run into a little wardrobe malfunction?”
Glitterburst let go of the door handle to cover her chest with both hands and arms. The woman was so calm… It was making HER feel calm. As much as she wanted to get inside she couldn’t bring herself to leave the woman’s presence. “It was… a rough first day,” Glitterburst said meekly.
“You sound disappointed,” the woman said. “Disappointed in how the day went or disappointed with yourself?”
Glitterburst turned and leaned her back against the glass door into her apartment. “Both,” she said with a heavy sigh, surprised at how willing she was to be open with this woman. Why was her presence so calming? Why did she feel so comfortable near her? She felt like she could open up about anything…
“The life of a superheroine can be a tough one,” the woman said, quickly adding, “at least so I hear. Full of peril. And I hear powers come with certain… needs. Ones that might be made worse after a stressful day full of disappointments.” She leaned over the side of her balcony to get a better look at Glitterburst. “And from the looks of things you have some special personal needs most other superheroines don’t have to deal with. Let me guess, overuse of your powers causes a bit of a growing concern?”
Glitterburst flushed and hugged her enlarged breasts tighter to her chest. “You seem to know a lot about how powered women’s bodies work,” she muttered.
“Oh, I know how ALL kinds of women’s bodies work. Think of it as a professional skill of mine.” She paused, waiting till Glitterburst met her eyes, then smiled reassuringly. “You know, pretty little one, my offer still stands. If you ever need a playmate to help take care of some of those special needs you have I’m right here next door, all day every day. As long as I’m not working I’d be more than happy to help.”
“That’s… really kind of you,” Glitterburst said, flushing again and feeling like her fantasies about the woman were all coming true.
“How do you make them go back to how they were this morning?” the woman asked, nodding to the way Glitterburst was holding her chest. “Does it just take time, or is something special required?”
Glitterburst hugged her chest tighter. Was it strange the woman seemed to be guessing things so well? She must have sexual experience with superpowered women… Hadn’t she said as much? Maybe she’d had a sexual relationship with whichever superheroine had lived here before her.
Or was there more to it? Part of her was screaming that she should be suspicious of this woman, but those ringing alarm bells were incredibly easy to ignore. The woman’s presence was so calming and she was so fucking sexy. AND she seemed to be offering Glitterburst not just what she wanted but what she needed.
“This isn’t a conversation I think I want to have out here,” Glitterburst told the woman, hoping she’d understand the implication she wanted to move the conversation into her apartment. Her plan had been to unlock her balcony door and offer to go meet the woman at her front door so they could continue the conversation inside the privacy of her apartment.
Before she could make the offer the woman stood up, shrugged off her robes, then somersaulted across the space between their two balconies. The woman landed with the smooth grace of a feline, sliding the balcony door open while wrapping an arm around Glitterburst’s waist. “Well then, let’s take this inside,” she said sexily as she led the shocked superheroine into her own home.
It was only after they were inside and her neighbor had closed the door to the balcony that Glitterburst realized she’d never unlocked it. “How did you get my door open?” she asked dumbly. “I know I locked it when I left this morning and I hadn’t unlocked it yet.”
The woman, whose arm was still wrapped around the girl’s waist, pulled her in tighter against her body. “Not everyone with powers is a superheroine, pretty little one. Here, I’ll show you.”
She turned them around and slid the glass door open then back closed. She then tapped the handle. When she tried to open the door again it was locked. “Some powers aren’t very… heroic,” she said. “And some people with powers just want to live a simple, quiet life where they can be overlooked by the world and not play out fantasies of superhero and supervillain. Not that I judge those who do,” she added quickly.
Suddenly things made a lot more sense. This was why she understood superhuman sexuality so well. This was also why the stunningly beautiful older woman’s age was so hard for Glitterburst to place. Once someone’s Power-Gene activated their aging slowed significantly. Most superheroines would look like they were barely of age well into their mid or late twenties. A superpowered woman in her fifties might carry themselves like someone of their age, but look significantly younger, leaving their age hard to place.
Her having powers also helped explain why the woman was so forward with her sexual advances. Every superhuman had a supercharged libido to deal with even if they tried to lead a “normal” life.
“Do you have any other powers?” Glitterburst asked as the woman led them into her living room.
She turned the girl to her, using the arm wrapped around her waist to pull her into her body. The woman was significantly taller than Glitterburst and the new position left the superheroine staring up at her, her face practically in between the woman’s breasts.
“Are you ever going to offer to tell me your name, pretty little one?” she asked, alluringly stroking the side of Glitterburst’s cheek.
“I’m sorry,” Glitterburst said, closing her eyes and leaning into the woman’s caress. Suddenly the woman’s touch was all she could think about. Her body was so warm pressed up against her, and the soft caress of her cheek was leaving her heart racing. She forgot all about the question she’d asked, not noticing the woman hadn’t answered it. “I’m Glitterburst,” she told her, eyes still closed as she leaned her face into the woman’s touch.
The woman gently grabbed hold of Glitterburst’s face and turned it up. The girl opened her eyes just as the woman leaned down for a kiss.
Glitterburst swooned, parting her lips as the woman’s met hers. Her eyes fluttered back closed as she surrendered to a soft, warm, long, wet kiss that left her thankful the woman’s arm was wrapped around her waist. She felt she’d have melted into a puddle if the woman hadn’t kept hold of her.
“Glitterburst,” the woman said when she pulled her mouth away from the girl’s. “I like it. A cute superheroine name and very fitting after seeing you use those pretty glittering energy blasts.”
As she spoke she slowly led Glitterburst back, directing her to a nearby couch. Glitterburst let the woman lead her, unable to look away from her intense eyes.
“And what’s your name?” Glitterburst asked as the back of her legs bumped into the couch.
“I let my playmates call me Mistress Katia,” the woman said as she smoothly pushed Glitterburst down onto the couch. She climbed onto her lap, looming over the girl while using one hand to pin her to the couch and using the other to stroke and caress her neck. “You’d like to be my playmate, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Glitterburst gasped. She’d never been so overwhelmed by another woman this way. She was putty in this woman’s hands, unable to think. She could only sit there passively, needing to keep feeling her touch.
“Mistress,” the woman corrected firmly. As she did this she dug her nails into the skin at the top of Glitterburst’s neck just under her chin. The woman’s nails extended, growing more pointed and sharper as they bit into the soft flesh of Glitterburst’s neck. “You call me ‘Mistress Katia’ or you’ll be punished,” she said, dragging her sharpened nails down the girl’s neck and making her gasp in pain. “Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress Katia,” Glitterburst gasped, the rush of pain mixing with all the other intense things she was feeling and leaving her panting with confused arousal.
“There’s a good girl,” she said, her nails returning to normal. She sat up and pulled back, grabbing the cut-open top Glitterburst had been holding closed and pulling it open to expose the girl’s enlarged breasts. “Now tell me, pretty little one, how do we fix this little enlargement problem of yours?”
Glitterburst continued to stare up into the woman’s intense eyes. She was breathing so hard she felt like she was panting. It was causing her chest to heave, the rising and falling almost certainly making her enlarged breasts look even larger than they were. Normally that would leave her wanting to grab and hide her breasts, but it was like the woman could sense this. She’d grabbed Glitterburst’s wrists and had them pinned to the couch.
“I need to sexually stimulate them to make them return to normal,” she gasped, face and chest flushing as the prospect of the intense, domineering woman helping her sent a wild rush of arousal running through her. “Nipple play helps the most,” she added with eagerness. “And I can do it on my own but it’s less effective and takes a lot longer. It always works better—”
“If someone does it to you?” the woman suggested.
“Yes,” Glitterburst said, although those weren’t the words she was about to use. She’d planned on saying, “If someone helps me,” but the idea of someone doing something to her was FAR more exciting in that moment. Being this woman’s passive, helpless plaything was suddenly the only thing she wanted.
“Well, how about that,” Mistress Katia said, loosening her grip on the girl’s wrists. She reached behind Glitterburst, lifting her back off the couch so she could slip her top off. “And here I am, such a nice neighbor having offered to take you on as my playmate.”
After tossing the damaged garment away she pushed the topless girl back into the couch. “And let’s get rid of THESE,” she said, taking Glitterburst’s big pink sunglasses off and tossing them to the side. “There we go. My, what pretty eyes you have! Why do you hide them?”
Glitterburst was shocked to hear herself tell the woman the truth. “They keep my glitter-bursts from blinding me,” she confessed, staring into the woman’s eyes and unable to look away. Mistress Katia was running her hands up Glitterburst’s bare arms now, the caress building heat that was making the simmer she felt in every inch of her body boil over. “Climax doesn’t weaken my powers,” she went on, desperate to share everything with the woman in the hopes it would keep her touching her, “but being blinded makes it so I can’t use them at all,” she blurted out.
“How very interesting,” Mistress Katia said as her hands reached Glitterburst’s shoulders. She turned the girl’s head to the side and exposed her neck, leaning down and nuzzling into it. “How kind of you to share that with me. I’d worried I’d need to break you in, tame you, but you seem eager to be obedient. To please. To be a good girl.”
She made her voice breathy and hot, speaking into the girl’s neck and causing Glitterburst to shiver in delight, especially at the words “good girl”. She paused, licking then kissing her neck till Glitterburst was moaning lewdly.
Just as Glitterburst’s eyes fluttered closed, signifying her complete submission to the woman, Mistress Katia pulled away. The woman put her hands on Glitterburst’s upper chest, pinning her tightly to the couch. “I’ll make you a deal, pretty little one. Any time your pretty titties need some ‘stimulation’ to return to their normal petite size you ask for my help and I’ll give it.”
Glitterburst didn’t understand why this moment felt so intense. So important. There was a sense that this was a monumental decision that would alter the course of her life. She stared up into the woman’s eyes, her chest heaving, feeling there was something here she was missing. “You’ll just help me when I ask?”
“Oh, silly pretty little one, who could turn a cutie like you down?” she asked, moving one of her hands up Glitterburst’s neck to tenderly stroke the side of the girl’s face. “But like most things in life this won’t be free. Mistress Katia will demand a price, two of them.” As she spoke she slid the other hand down, gently caressing one of the girl’s enlarged breasts. It was just enough tender stimulation to leave Glitterburst shaking with anticipation.
Mistress Katia is so sure and confident, Glitterburst thought. So skilled with her hands, and she’s BARELY touching me! I’m used to passionate but clumsy and inexperienced young partners. I’ve never been with a woman so much older and experienced. What would actual sex be like with her?
Glitterburst started to open her mouth to ask her what the price would be, but instead of words coming out a gasping moan escaped her mouth. Mistress Katia’s fingers had found her nipple at just that moment. She used just the tip of a finger to tease around Glitterburst’s areolas, causing them to pebble. That hardening of her nipple brought with it a dizzying rush of arousal unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
“What are you doing to me?” That was what she wanted to ask the woman. She’d never felt so turned on… so addle-minded from arousal. There had to be more going on than it seemed.
But Glitterburst didn’t ask that question. Instead, she asked what she’d meant to ask before Mistress Katia started teasing her nipple. “What price?” she gasped as the woman’s finger circled her areola, slowly working her way in towards the girl’s swollen and hardening numb.
“I give you what you need whenever you need it,” the woman said, pausing as she gently brushed up against the nub of Glitterburst’s nipple before pulling her hand away.
Glitter burst whimpered and whined, starting to get up to press her breast into the hand being pulled away.
Mistress Katia responded by putting her hands on the girl’s shoulders again then slamming her back into the couch. “And you give me what I want,” she said, voice firm and demanding.
“And what do you want?” Glitterburst asked, her voice shaking as much as her body was.
“Obedience,” Mistress Katia told her. “That’s what I expect from ALL my playmates. I command and they obey. When we play I am Mistress and they are my slaves. Could you do that, pretty little one? Give yourself over to another woman? A strong, powerful superheroine like you, giving up all your power…”
“Yes,” Glitterburst gasped without hesitation. In that moment she was thinking of her confrontation with Lady Lariat. Thinking about her humiliating defeat and the terrible degrading sexual price she’d paid for that defeat. Thinking about how hot it had been and how ashamed she’d felt that part of her had wanted more. “Yes,” she said again, voice firm and full of determination. “I’ll happily pay that price.”
Mistress Katia eased up on how hard she was pinning Glitterburst to the couch. “You can be a good girl?” she asked, sensually sliding her hands down her upper chest. “Do as you’re told?” she asked, moving her hands onto the top bulk of the girl’s enlarged breasts. “Do whatever you’re told without hesitation?” she asked, gently grabbing hold of the girl’s breasts.
“Yes, Mistress Katia,” Glitterburst answered breathily, arching her back to press her breasts eagerly into the woman’s hands.
“Willing to endure delightfully awful punishments if you displease me?”
“Yes,” Glitterburst gasped out, surprised by how excited that made her.
“Willing to endure delightfully awful torments even if you DON’T displease me?”
“Yes!”
“Endure PAIN if that’s what I wish to deal out?”
Glitterburst hesitated. Mistress Katia responded by grabbing as much of the girl’s sensitive breasts as she could and squeezing tight enough to make her yelp in pain.
“Yes,” Glitterburst called out, the word turning her yelp of pain into a shudder of pleasure as the woman’s firm hands kneaded and groped her breasts. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she melted into the couch, shuddering and moaning as the pleasure of the tit mauling overwhelmed her.
In the past whenever someone had “helped” her get her breasts back to normal she’d always asked them to be soft and gentle. Caresses and kisses. Gentle rubbing. Nipple sucking. Nothing rough. She’d thought she wouldn’t like it rough, that even if she MIGHT have liked it her enlarged breasts would have been far too sensitive to handle it.
She’d been wrong. So very, VERY wrong.
“Don’t stop,” Glitterburst gasped out. “I’m so close! Keep mauling my tits and I’ll get off!”
The woman gave her what she wanted, which caused Glitterburst to get off even faster than she’d expected. The orgasm came on quick and hard, an explosion of dizzying pleasure that left her limp and panting. As she rode those waves of intense pleasure she could feel her breasts starting to shrink back down. Not quickly, but it had to be enough for the woman mauling her breasts to notice.
“More?” she asked Glitterburst, easing up on how she was playing with the girl’s breasts as she came down from her orgasm.
“Yes, Mistress Katia. More. Don’t stop till they are back to normal.”
The woman let go of Glitterburst’s breasts and sat up to pull away from her. “Beg for it,” she demanded, a cruel sneer on her face that told Glitterburst she’d very much enjoyed the pathetic whimper of longer the superheroine had let out when she’d pulled away.
“I’m begging you,” Glitterburst whined, biting her lip prettily afterward as she begged with her eyes as much as she’d begged with her words.
The woman bent down, grabbed one of Glitterburst’s breasts with two hands, and shoved it into her face. She locked her lips around the girl’s nipple and began sucking on it.
Glitterburst gasped and arched her back before letting out a long, loud, lewd moan of pleasure. She’d thought she’d had partners that were good at sucking on her nipples, but the things this woman was doing were beyond her imagination. The way she teased and snaked her tongue around her hard nub. The way she nipped at her, using her teeth to add in just a bit of pain to heighten the pleasure!
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “The other one,” she added, desperate to feel the woman’s mouth on her other nipple.
By the time the woman pulled her face away from Glitterburst’s breasts they’d shrunken down halfway to their original size. “We’ve more work to be done,” Mistress Katia told Glitterburst, sitting firmly on the girl’s lap and grabbing both her nipples, pinching the slippery saliva-covered nubs between forefinger and thumb. “Tell me, pretty little one, what kind of girl are you?”
Glitterburst blinked. “What?” she asked, huffing heavily as she sat confused by the question. She’d been getting close to getting off again and having to think at that moment seemed like an imposable task.
Mistress Katia continued to hold her nipples between her fingers, lightly rubbing them. “I asked you what kind of girl you are. Are you the kind who gets pleasure from pain?” After asking the question she pinched harder on Glitterburst’s nipples, making the girl gasp. “Well?” she demanded, pinching harder and making her gasp louder. She then pinched them even harder, yanking down hard as she did.
“YES,” Glitterburst howled, convulsing and cumming as Mistress Katia cruelly pinched hard while pulling down on her nipples. The feeling of her breasts being pulled down was intensified as her breasts quickly shrunk. It was only when they returned to their normal, small perky size and shape that Mistress Katia released her grip on Glitterburst’s nipples.
“Holy fuck,” Glitterburst gasped.
“Shut your fucking slut mouth,” Mistress Katia snarled, placing a hand firmly over the girl’s mouth.
Glitterburst’s eyes flew open, surprised by the woman’s sudden change in tone. She sounded angry, which didn’t make sense to her.
Then it did. The mix of pleasure and pain had been so overwhelming that she barely noticed that Mistress Katia had been rocking hips and grinding her crotch into Glitterburst’s lap as the woman tormented her nipples. As soon as she’d let go of Glitterburst’s nipples the woman had lifted, pulling the crotch of the semi-transparent leotard she was wearing to the side so she could start rubbing herself.
She now sat on Glitterburst, one hand over the girl’s mouth pinning her to the couch as she furiously masturbated. “Just sit there and let me finish,” she growled, eyes closed as her chest heaved and she quickly worked herself to climax.
Glitterburst realized the woman must have gotten as much out of what she’d been doing to her as she’d gotten from it. She could tell by Mistress Katia’s desperate gasps that she was already close and that in moments she’d get off. She wanted to help, wanted to give back to the woman, but her tone and the firm way she was holding her hand over Glitterburst’s mouth told her sitting quietly and watching was all the woman wanted her to do.
When she came it was a calm, quiet thing that melted away the angry look of determination on her face. Glitterburst swore she FELT the peace and calm that washed over the woman’s face after the moment of release. It was like her orgasm had sent out an explosion of calmness that left her even more addle-minded than she’d been by the intense encounter.
“You were a good girl today,” Mistress Katia sighed contentedly as she got off Glitterburst. She sat beside her on the couch, slipping an arm behind the girl and pulling her body into hers. Glitterburst swooned and melted at the soft affectionate embrace after so much heavy sexual intensity. She hadn’t expected this, but she very much appreciated it.
“You’ll be a good playmate,” Mistress Katia declared as Glitterburst cuddled into her. “You will let me know whenever you need a play session, whether it be to help shrink your breasts down or just because you need some playtime with Mistress Katia.”
Glitterburst, sated, overwhelmed, and exhausted with pleasure nodded sleepily. “Yes, Mistress Katia,” she mumbled, feeling herself starting to drift off.
“Do not fall asleep yet, pretty little one.”
Glitterburst’s eyes fluttered open. “Yes, Mistress Katia?” she asked, groggy and confused. All she wanted to do was fall asleep cuddled up to this intense, amazing woman’s warm body.
“I said there would be TWO prices,” Mistress Katia said. “Obedience while we play is one. You agreed readily to that. But there is a second one, one you will pay now.”
“Anything, Mistress Katia,” Glitterburst mumbled sleepily.
“Every time we have a play session you will tell me about your exploits as a superheroine. You’ll tell me everything that’s happened since we last played, leaving out no detail. Even if some things are humiliating or things you don’t want to think about again. You will ENJOY telling me. You’ll come to look forward to sharing the details of your life with me, especially any secrets you may have. It would please you to share everything with me.”
“Yes, Mistress Katia,” Glitterburst said, sounding only half awake. “I’ll tell you everything… and I’ll look forward to doing it.”
“What a good girl you are,” the woman cooed. “Now, begin. Tell me all about the terrible day you had today and leave out no detail…”
Later, after Glitterburst woke up to find Mistress Katia gone, she’d only vaguely remember telling the woman every detail of her day. What she remembered most was falling asleep feeling safe in the woman’s arms. THAT she wondered about. She didn’t normally get sleepy after sex. Sure, what had happened had been one of the most intense sexual experiences of her life, but had it really exhausted her so much?
She decided it hadn’t been about that. Mistress Katia had left her so thoroughly satisfied that she’d been left in complete peace, all her worries and stress gone. Then sharing the details of her day had left her feeling even more at peace with the day. Letting the woman dominate her sexually had been a freeing experience, as was having someone to share all her feelings and secrets with.
Glitterburst would think back to that moment when she’d felt she was making a choice that would alter her whole life. Was it the discovery of how much she enjoyed submitting to a woman the way she’d submitted to Mistress Katia? Was it the sense that she’d discovered something that she hadn’t known had been missing from her life? She wasn’t sure. But she wanted to find out.
Tomorrow will go better, she told herself. I’ll go out on patrol and I’ll make more of a difference. I started too big. I need to avoid this Lilith and her operation for now, concentrate on finding street-level crime and making the locals feel safe. Then, when I’m more certain of myself and have a better feel for this city, I can worry about this mysterious Lilith and her goon Lady Lariat.
Knowing that at the end of a day fighting criminals and supervillains she’d have a way to easily return her breasts to normal helped her feel confident things would go better. She could push herself as hard as she wanted, using her powers as much as she wanted knowing she’d have a safe, easy, and VERY enjoyable way to get her breasts back to normal at the end of each day.
