((This ended up being a HUGE entry that was almost as long as the rest of the story combined, hopefully I'll get the rest of the entries up a lot faster and be able to get the story done before Christmas))
Chapter Four: An Interlude Featuring Psychia and Lab Rat
Although Alfie’s festive gift-giving bonanza was taking up much of Psychia’s extra time she had all her normal duties and obligations to attend to. One of these was her weekly “play date” with her teammate Lab Rat.
The rest of the Megatropolis Amazons had their superpowers potentially drained by sexual release. Not Lab Rat. The mousy girl’s superhuman intelligence was fueled by sexual stimulation, especially orgasms. Even though Lab Rat had ways of helping herself charge her Psychia set aside time once a week to help ensure the girl’s mental acuity was kept topped off.
Psychia had started indulging in these weekly evenings of shared sapphic passion with Lab Rat almost as soon as the shy superheroine had joined the team. At first she’d made the offer to help her fellow teammate keep her powers at their peak ability. Although Lab Rat rarely joined them in the field to fight enemies the team often relied on Lab Rat’s technological creations to act as dues ex machina whenever they faced a threat they couldn’t otherwise defeat.
Over time Psychia had come to look forward to these weekly evenings of depraved sapphic perversion more and more. She’d been able to discover rather quickly that the anxious, androgynous-looking Lab Rat was secretly as fiendishly perverse as Psychia was. The girl had sexual secrets she kept hidden from the rest of the team that she feared would make them look at her not as the superheroine she wanted to be, but as someone too depraved to remain a Megatropolis Amazon.
Psychia thought Lab Rat’s assumptions were right. From the very beginning she’d worked to help Lab Rat keep the darkest of these sexual secrets hidden from the rest of the team. The truth was even Psychia didn’t like to think about Lab Rat’s darkest secrets, not unless she needed to. And this Christmas season Lab Rat’s secrets could remain hidden in the darkest of hidden rooms in Freedom Tower.
At first their weekly fuck sessions had involved Lab Rat taking on the role of cruel dominatrix, a side of herself the mousy girl didn’t let any other member of the team see. But Psychia had quickly grown bored of that. She liked being in control, even if she normally did so secretly through the use of her telepathic control of the people around her.
Over the years she’d done a lot of toying around with Lab Rat’s mind. She’d twisted and reshaped things, gradually transforming their private sexual relationship. Their weekly nights of kinky fun had become an indulgent role reversal for Lab Rat. Her nights with Psychia were the only times she “willingly” took on the role of sexual submissive.
Thanks to Psychia manipulating her mind for years Lab Rat now craved to be sexually subjugated, dominated, and humiliated by the sexy Latina. She wanted Psychia to do the kind of horrible sexual things to her that Lab Rat normally, in secret, made others suffer through.
But even that wasn’t enough for Psychia. She always wanted more control. Always wanted to make the kinky games she played with others more complicated and depraved. Making it so Lab Rat got off on a role reversal with Psychia wasn’t enough. She kept playing with the girl’s mind, making her see what had started as a weekly way to keep her powers fueled as an intensely emotional thing as well. By this point Psychia had twisted Lab Rat’s emotions till the girl felt an unhealthy, very one-sided obsessive infatuation she mistook for love for Psychia.
Although their other teammates knew about some of this relationship none knew the true extent of how intense, unhealthy, and perverse it was. Whenever any of them began to suspect the truth Psychia would use her powers to suppress their suspicions. She viewed them ALL as her toys, but Lab Rat more than most.
Psychia sat in her bedroom, the lights off. She was lounging on the recliner that often played a central role in her weekly play dates with Lab Rat. The sexy Latina had two fingers pressed against her temple, focusing her telepathic powers as she waited to be able to sense her teammate Lab Rat’s approach.
While waiting she thought idly about her telepathic amplifier. She’d thought about starting to wear it out of the Control Room but had stopped herself. She didn’t want anyone to know she had the device, especially Lab Rat as seeing Psychia wearing the device might cause Lab Rat to remember making it.
Psychia played with her long brown hair in the dark, pulling some of it forward to cover the parts of her temples where the device adhered to her skin. Perhaps if I wore my hair differently I could hide the amplifier, she thought. But I SHOULDN’T… It’s too much power. I’ll be too tempted to do terrible things wearing the device outside my control room.
The thought was interrupted by Lab Rat getting close enough for Psychia to connect with the girl’s mind. Psychia focused on Lab Rat, sitting in the dark while telepathically inhaling Lab Rat’s anticipation for their evening together. She closed her eyes, connecting deeper with the girl’s mind to see the world through her eyes.
She saw the hallway leading to Psychia’s apartment. Trailing behind her were the two floating robots the young superheroine was rarely without. Psychia saw Lab Rat, through the girl’s eyes, turn to the two round robots and dismiss them. Their weekly evenings were one of the few times Lab Rat would willingly send her Helper Bots away.
Lab Rat didn’t knock before entering Psychia’s private apartment. She knew the security code to get in, the only other member of the team who did. Once inside the apartment Lab Rat didn’t bother calling out. She knew Psychia would know she’d arrived, having already felt her inside her mind.
Only because I want her to, Psychia thought, grinning fiendishly in the dark. I can easily slip into any of their minds without them knowing, but I make them think they feel it. Of course they rarely do, but THEY don’t know that.
Out in Psychia’s living room Lab Rat was hurriedly unzipping the grease-stained blue coveralls that served as her costume. By the time she was fully undressed the girl was practically shaking with anticipation, a feeling Psychia telepathically inhaled with greedy voyeuristic joy.
Lab Rat left the living room, entering a hallway lit only by the lights of the room she’d left behind. She stopped at a small decorative table to pick up a leather bondage collar left laying there. The girl put it on with loving care, securing it just tight enough for it to be a bit uncomfortable.
“Are you in here?” Lab Rat asked anxiously as she stepped into the pitch black of Psychia’s bedroom.
A lamp turned on, the sudden illumination temporarily blinding Lab Rat.
Psychia took the moment before the girl’s eyes adjusted to the light to admire Lab Rat’s naked body. She was a small woman, short and dainty to the point of looking fragile. She had an androgynous build that lacked almost any womanly curves, with narrow hips, a nearly flat ass, and an even flatter chest.
Not a stunning goddess like the rest of us, Psychia thought. The anxious little thing is almost sexless when she’s wearing those baggy coveralls. Yet look at her right now. Naked and collared, quivering with eagerness to spend the evening as my sexual slave. So much raw sexuality made all the more impressive because she spends so much time hiding it.
“On your hands and knees where you belong, like the pathetic animal I know you to be,” Psychia said with affected bored indifference.
As Lab Rat eagerly dropped to the ground Psychia invaded her mind, seeing herself through the girl’s eyes for a moment.
She was lounging on a red recliner, leaning back with one leg draped over the other. Her normal revealing costume was gone. She had only the same scant “outfit” she wore during most of their weekly kink sessions: thigh-high black lace stockings with a garter belt and a pair of knee-high black leather heels. The only addition this week was a festive Santa hat, something to help keep her in the holiday mood.
Psychia had positioned herself for this moment, wanting to feel the effects of the reveal through Lab Rat’s senses. She drank in the sight of herself through the girl’s eyes, enjoying how turned on the mere sight of her full curves made Lab Rat.
The pasty-skinned white girl had been taken by Psychia’s dark-skinned Latina beauty since the first moment they’d met. Since then Lab Rat had only grown more obsessed with Psychia’s body, coming to worship her like a goddess in these private moments.
Psychia indulged in consuming Lab Rat’s reaction to the reveal of her body. Soaking in the mental high of feeling the girl’s desire rise as her eyes went down her body. Lab Rat’s eyes lingered on Psychia’s neck as the girl’s mind filled with desire to nuzzle, lick, kiss, and suck on it. Her eyes lingered even longer on Psychia’s large, firm breasts.
The girl loves my breasts more than I think she loves herself, Psychia thought with amusement. And that’s not something I even did to her. She’s always been a lover of breasts. And she knows I know, and that I use them to torment her. One of her rules as my submissive that we’ve established is that she can’t touch them without permission.
Psychia was holding a riding crop, the leather tongue resting on her knee. To draw Lab Rat’s attention away from her breasts Psychia tapped the crop on her knee, hard enough for the fleshy slap to get a strong reaction from the girl. She took only a moment to savor the fear-filled bounce of excitement Lab Rat gave in response before elegantly and smoothly lifting the leg off the other.
When Psychia spread her legs Lab Rat’s full attention fell southward. Psychia felt Lab Rat’s eyes dart past her sex, stopping to drink in the sight of her shapely thighs, before flying back to her pussy. The rush of arousal the reveal brought out in Lab Rat was something Psychia found intoxicating. It was almost enough to command the girl to come eat her out.
ALMOST.
These nights are never about hasty sexual release, Psychia thought. These nights are slow burns of desire, humiliation, perverse sexual debasement, and only gradual release. I indulge by making her suffer. And tonight I have more reason than most to drag this out, she told herself as she thought about the fiendishly perverse gift she had planned to give Alfie next. It was a gift Lab Rat would play a central role in, but the thing was so depraved and opposed to what the mousy girl would normally allow it would need a LOT of mental finessing to make happen.
“Back on your feet,” Psychia snapped as she recrossed her leg to hide her sex. “Good girl,” she added when Lab Rat stood, enjoying the way the two words made her shiver in delight.
“Here,” Psychia said, swishing the riding crop through the air to point at the floor near her. “Come present yourself to your mistress as she decides what torments you’ll be made to endure.”
As the girl approached Psychia reached deeper into her mind. It was the girl’s sexuality she needed a closer look at. Before her powers activated Lab Rat had only ever had interest in women. When her powers arrived so had a supercharged libido that had brought along a very much unwanted new attraction to men.
Regardless of their original sexuality most superheroines easily gave in to their newfound bisexuality once their powers activated. Not Lab Rat. She’d fought it nearly every step of the way, doing what she could to avoid situations where she’d have to deal with those unwanted sexual desires.
Of all the team members it was Lab Rat who used Alfie’s “services” the least. Only when she was truly desperate for sexual release would she visit him, and even when that happened she’d rarely make use of his full skills.
Psychia was fairly certain the girl had never had any kind of penetrative sex with the man. I intend to change that, Psychia thought as her plan flashed through her mind. But ‘convincing’ Lab Rat she wants to gift Alfie with what I have in mind is going to take some diligent reworking of her mind… I’ll need to keep her busy and distracted all evening while I implant compulsions and triggers in her mind.
Lab rat went to where Psychia had signaled her to go, standing at attention with her flat chest sticking out and her hands held behind her back.
“Take a step closer,” Psychia demanded as she probed deeper into the girl’s mind to begin her work. Psychia slapped the leather tongue of her riding crop on the center of Lab Rat’s chest. The strike wasn’t hard enough to hurt, only to sting pleasantly. If there was going to be delightful pain she’d make Lab Rat wait for it.
To keep Lab Rat distracted while she went about her telepathic work inside the girl’s mind Psychia caressed the girl’s chest with the riding crop. She moved it slow and light, tickling her skin, moving from near one of the girl’s nipples to the other but never brushing against her small areolas.
The sight of the girl’s small nipples getting hard momentarily pulled Psychia’s focus away from her telepathic meddling. Lab Rat’s nipples were small, but when the buds got hard they swelled in a way Psychia found most pleasing.
“Delightfully hard,” Psychia cooed, sliding the top of the riding crop to one of the girl’s nipples to tease it.
“Hard for you, Mistress,” Lab Rat cooed back as the woman teased her other nipple with the leather tongue of the riding crop.
“On these nights its ALL for me,” Psychia snapped, slapping Lab Rat’s nipple with the crop hard enough to make the girl yelp in pain.
Lab Rat remained standing at attention, her posture almost perfect even after the slap to her nipple. The yelp of pain she’d let out involuntarily morphed into a shuddering moan of delight as Psychia rubbed at her pained nipple with the tip of the riding crop. “All for you, Mistress,” she sighed happily when Psychia slid the riding crop down her front.
Just a little more distraction, then I’ll return to my telepathic work, Psychia thought as she dragged the tongue of the riding crop down and around the girl’s belly button. She kept going downward, pleased when Lab Rat shifted to open her legs. She knows exactly where I’m going, the horny little minx.
She slowed her advance as she got closer to the girl’s sex. “Such a lovely little pussy,” Psychia cooed as the riding crop reached its destination. She lovingly caressed Lab Rat’s pubic mound then worked her way down one side of her outer labia then up the other.
Like everyone with an active P-Gene both women had perfectly smooth, hairless vulvas. It allowed Psychia to caress and admire every curve and contour of the girl’s hairless sex. The blissful cooing and content moans the caressing of leather against sensitive skin caused helped ease Psychia back into her telepathic altering of Lab Rat’s mind.
“On your knees,” Psychia said, allowing herself to function mostly on instinct while her main focus was on what she was doing to the girl’s mind. She held up the foot of the leg she had crossed over the other. “Kiss it,” Psychia barked.
As Lab Rat kissed the toe of Psychia’s leather thigh-high heels the manipulative superheroine began weaving compulsions, implanting ideas and desires the girl would never have on her own. It was delicate, hard work, but she made quick progress. Excited by this, Psychia commanded Lab Rat to lick her boot. “All the way up,” she added. “Towards the inside of my thigh as you get higher,” she said, spreading her legs open.
She spread her legs further open as Lab Rat’s tongue reached the top of her leather footwear. “Kiss my inner thigh,” she told the girl. “Softly, I don’t want any of your pathetic drool on my stockings. There’s a good girl. Now again, a little higher. And again. Keep going, one kiss after another.”
Inside Lab Rat’s head Psychia was weaving compulsions that would lead to the events she wanted to happen the next day. She made it so Lab Rat would come to the rest of the team with her idea for the “gift” she wanted to give Alfie. But the work I’m doing here won’t be all I’ll need to do, Psychia realized. At the morning meeting when she presents ‘her’ idea I’ll have to be in ALL of their minds, massaging their reactions. Without my manipulations they’d all see how unlike Lab Rat the idea is. I’ll just have to ensure they DON’T see that and that they go along with what she suggests.
Lab Rat’s lips had nearly reached the crease between upper thigh and womanhood. “Stop,” Psychia barked. “Tell me you want to kiss my pussy.”
Lab Rat turned her head slightly, deeply inhaling the intoxicating smell of Psychia’s womanhood. “I want to kiss your pussy,” she said, shuddering with desire.
“Tell me you NEED to kiss my pussy.”
Lab Rat inhaled slowly, once more savoring the scent of Psychia. “I NEED to kiss your pussy.”
“Kiss closer, but not on my pussy yet.”
Lab Rat put her small hands on Psychia’s thighs. Her hands shook as she kissed as close to the woman’s pussy as she could without her lips brushing against her outer labia.
“Tell me you love my pussy.”
“I LOVE your pussy,” Lab Rat moaned out.
“Tell me you love me,” Psychia added.
“I love you,” Lab Rat said, voice full of pathetic simpering adoration.
Psychia ran her fingers through Lab Rat’s short, messy brown hair as she delighted in how pathetic she’d made the girl after toying with her mind for so long. “Alright, pet,” she told her as she caressed her head, “you may kiss me there now. Kisses only, but don’t stop. Convince me I’m your goddess and you’re worshiping me by kissing my cunt. Keep kissing till I cum and MAYBE your goddess will reward you.”
While luxuriating in Lab Rat worshiping her with wet kisses that gradually added more tongue Psychia continued to work over the girl’s mind. By the time Lab Rat worked Psychia to climax all the compulsions were implanted into the girl’s mind.
“Did I do good enough to earn a reward?” Lab Rat asked as she nuzzled her face into Psychia’s damp womanhood while the sexy Latina lounged in post-orgasmic bliss.
Psychia lazily stroked the girl’s hair. “Better than you realize,” she sighed happily. “What would my pet want as her reward?”
“Tie me up,” Lab Rat blurted out. “Tie me up to your bed. Clamp my nipples. Use vibrators to orgasm-torture me. Work me for hours till my brain is super-charged. I’ve had this idea for a present for Alfie and I want the brainpower to perfect it before I present it to the team tomorrow morning. I-”
“Hush,” Psychia said as she put a finger over the girl’s lips. “I can wait till you’ve perfected your idea to hear it,” she said, knowing full well what the idea already was. “You’re a VERY good girl. You’ll have what you want. I’m going to spend the rest of the night tying you up, cruelly tormenting and clamping your nipples, and then using powerful vibrators to orgasm-torture you. And we’ll do even more after that.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Lab Rat sighed.
Alfie should be the one thanking me, Psychia thought. The present he’s going to get tomorrow is going to be one that will make him forget all about the last three…
Chapter Five: Lab Rat and the Megatropolis Amazons
“Good morning, Alfie,” Psychia said as she opened the door into the small office Alfie had in the back of the gym.
The man, who had been using his computer to look up pictures of local superheroines’ “wardrobe malfunctions”, hurriedly minimized his web browser. “You caught me by surprise,” he admitted sheepishly.
Psychia flashed an amused smile that confirmed, as he feared, that she’d seen what he was up to. Even if she hadn’t he suspected she would have known regardless. She had a bad habit of reading minds without permission.
“And sometimes people are thinking so loud it’s impossible not to overhear their thoughts,” she told him. “You’re feeling a bit horny today, yes?”
Alfie, flushing slightly, shrugged. “Not just today,” he admitted. He’d been feeling insanely horny ever since that day Champion Girl and Archbaroness had given him that early Christmas present. Since then he’d been given two more sexual gifts and he couldn’t stop himself from hoping there would be more before Christmas day arrived.
“I’m very sorry to hear that,” Psychia told him. “And sorry to tell you I’m not here to help. The morning meeting is going to be a long one today and we were hoping for something a little extra special. Could you be a dear and go to that lovely bakery on sixth and grab us some fancy coffees and some wonderfully delicious treats?” She held her hand out, offering up a scrap of paper with the team’s orders scrawled on it.
“Sure,” Alfie said, standing up and taking the list of requests. Normally they’d call in an order or send a Synthoman to pick something like this up, but he knew the bakery he was being sent to neither delivered nor did it appreciate the robotic men. He didn’t normally run errands like this, but it wasn’t unheard of and sometimes it was nice to be given such a mundane task.
When Alfie returned and delivered the order to the team’s meeting room he discovered the Megatropolis Amazons’ normally long morning meeting seemed to be over as both Opal Enchantress and Lab Rat were already gone.
Although I suppose Opal Enchantress might never have been here, he thought. She often skips the morning meetings unless her presence is required or she has something to share about an arcane threat to the city. But Lab Rat never misses one of these meetings and she’s usually the last to leave. The girl’s infatuation with Psychia ensures she never misses a chance to be around the woman.
“Ah, Alfie, you’re back,” Archbaroness said with a huge smile as she rose from her seat at the head of the large table where the team held their meetings. “Why don’t you put the goodies you brought us on the table so everyone can enjoy them.” She strode towards him flashing a mischievous grin at the rest of the women still sitting around the table.
“How about I accompany you back to the gym? I’ve got something important to talk to you about.”
Alfie, starting to suspect the women had sent him on the treat run as an excuse to get him out of the building for a little while, couldn’t help but wonder if he was about to be given another early Christmas present.
His hopes died when Archbaroness flashed a sad frown at Alfie as they left the meeting room. “I need to warn you that we’ll be keeping you busy today,” she said as though this was terrible news.
“You heroic women ALWAYS keep me busy,” he told her.
“Ah, yes, but today is going to be different. The whole team is going to need intense ‘workout’ sessions throughout the day and after our morning meeting I feel the need to warn you that none of what we need will lead to you being able to get off with us.”
Alfie shrugged. “Ma’am, you know that doesn’t bother me. I-”
Archbaroness held up a hand to silence him. “Like I said, today is going to be different. We’re all in a… mood,” she said as though it wasn’t quite the right word. “We’re going to make it torture as we work you hard today,” she said, the dour expression giving way to a devilish smile. “In ways that will make this a day of torment for you.”
By then they had entered an elevator that had taken them to the floor the gym was on. As they entered the gym Archbaroness told Alfie, “But it’s Christmas time and the whole team has decided to give you a gift to help with today’s torments. Let’s go to your office so you can open it.”
Alfie was shocked by the shape of the large present he found waiting in his office. Whatever was under the wrapping paper was sized and shaped exactly like a person.
Did they get me a sex doll? The idea was a strange one that seemed to pop into his mind out of nowhere. That’s not something I’d ever need or want, he thought as he stared at the person-shaped present lying on the ground. I get to fuck these superheroines more than enough and when I’m frustrated from not having gotten to I can always come in here and jerk off. They all know that, why would they think I need a sex doll?
Unless… Unless it’s something special. Maybe something high-tech and more lifelike that Lab Rat whipped up in her workshop? Perhaps a highly altered Synthoman turned into a Synthowoman?
It was then that he noticed the present was shifting slightly as though the thing inside was breathing slightly. Staring harder at it he decided the person-shaped inside must be female, although not one anywhere as near as curvaceous as most of the Megatropolis Amazons. He also decided it must be positioned face down.
“Open it,” Archbaroness told Alfie, sounding as though waiting to see his reaction to the present was killing her.
“As you wish,” Alfie told Archbaroness, feeling a rush of eagerness to discover what was under the wrapping paper.
He knelt on the floor beside the present and grabbed the wrapping paper to start ripping it off. The feeling of the present was a little shocking. It was softer than he expected it to be. If it WAS a sex doll it was an incredibly REAL feeling one.
At first he thought he’d been right about what it was. Ripping the wrapping paper off revealed a human figure wrapped tightly in a thick layer of plastic wrap. But as he pulled more of the paper off he began to think he was wrong. It wasn’t a sex doll at all. It was a woman, a real living and breathing woman!
And not just any woman. He knew all the Megatropolis Amazons’ bodies intimately well, even those who didn’t use his services as frequently as the others. This was Lab Rat, naked and wrapped up tight as a gift for him!
The first thought when he realized the woman tightly mummified in plastic wrap was one he cared about was to worry about her safety. As he tore the last of the wrapping paper off he went to roll her over, fearing her face was as tightly wrapped up as the rest of her body.
Archbaroness placed a hand on his shoulder. “She’s safe,” the woman reassured him as he noticed she’d been wrapped up with her head turned to the side.
Lab Rat’s head had been wrapped in a way that left her nose and mouth free. Alfie could see that under the thick layer of plastic wrap covering the top half of her head the young superheroine had a blindfold on. He also saw that she was wearing a ball gag making it so she could still breathe easily but not speak freely.
That addition made more sense when he noticed that under the plastic tightly wrapped around her neck was a leather collar. I knew she and Psychia had some kind of BDSM-centered sexual relationship, he thought, but I never imagined I’d be included in it.
“A living fuck doll,” Archbaroness said. “Another early Christmas present for you. One you can use freely through the day to relieve the sexual frustration we all plan on tormenting you with today,” she added as she grabbed the plastic wrap covering Lab Rat’s ass. She tore it open, exposing the girl’s ass and upper thighs.
Archbaroness leaned in close to Alfie, close enough to remind him how attractive the milf-tastic superheroine was. “Don’t unwrap her further,” she said, making her voice breathy as she spoke into his ear and caressed his arm. “It’s part of the fun for her. She wants to be dehumanized, she’ll get off on it. When you need relief you come in here and use her like a sex toy, fucking her from behind like her cunt is just a masturbation toy you’re draining your balls into.”
Alfie shuddered in surprised arousal at how crude the woman was being. He’d done a lot of weird, kinky things with the Megatropolis Amazons over the years, but this was by far the weirdest, kinkiest thing yet.
“Now come on,” Archbaroness said as she got to her feet. “Leave your present alone for now, you should be getting your first visitor soon.
* * *
Psychia sat at her control console sipping her fancy coffee and nibbling on one of the treats Alfie had brought from the bakery. Everything is going exactly as I orchestrated it to go, she thought, thinking about how she’d rushed to the Control Room to get her telepathic amplifier on as soon as Alfie and Archbaroness had left the meeting room.
Once got it on she’d been able to watch them not just through the security cameras spread through Freedom Tower but by invading their minds to see and feel their thoughts and emotions as well. Once she was inside their minds she had started subtly manipulating them, increasing some emotions while suppressing others. She implanted ideas, making the reveal of Lab Rat all the more titillating for all involved but especially for her as she watched.
There were multiple monitors in front of Psychia. Most of them showed the normal displays she kept up throughout the day that showed potential hot spots around the city needing the team’s attention. Two of the screens weren’t like the others, having been set to display the live security feeds from the gym and inside Alfie’s office.
Psychia watched the feed showing the gym. Archbaroness had just left, leaving behind Alfie who was anxiously awaiting the first visitor he’d been told would soon arrive.
Brickhouse first, Psychia thought. She’ll be an interesting way to start this. Psychia got comfortable, taking a sip of her drink as she eagerly awaited the beginning of the perverse play she intended on spending the rest of the day directing and voyeuristic enjoying.
* * *
When Brickhouse entered the gym Alfie was unsurprised to see she was wearing the black leotard that served as the woman’s costume rather than the skimpy gym clothes the rest of the team usually wore when they visited him.
The hulking, red-skinned woman didn’t like to be out of her costume. Mostly this was because of the special sports bra she always wore. The garment was infused with special technology Alfie didn’t bother trying to understand. Lab Rat had made it for Brickhouse and most devices the girl made were infused with super science that were as good as magic to him. As far as Alfie knew Brickhouse never willingly took the bra off unless she was in the privacy of her private apartment.
Like many superhumans her body had gone through some physical changes when her powers activity. For most women this was limited to an increase in curves or a change in hair color. But for some, like Brickhouse, the changes had been more extreme.
Most thought those physical changes were obvious. Before her P-Gene activated Brickhouse had been a tall, beautiful black woman with an athlete’s trim, well-toned figure. As her dark skin had turned a vibrant red her body and muscles had swelled till she was what some viewed as a hulking monstrosity, although compared to the way many superhuman males buffed up after their powers activated she still had an easily recognized feminine figure.
Brickhouse had another major physical change she kept hidden from the public and as much of the rest of the world as she could manage. Her breasts, which while she was wearing the special bra looked no bigger than the average superheroine’s, were actually gargantuan in size.
Alfie had only seen her without the bra a handful of times and each of those times he’d been awed by their size. Each massive breast was at least the size of Champion Girl’s whole torso. Once, when Brickhouse hadn’t been present and Archbaroness had been teasing Champion Girl about this, she’d overheard the superheroine joking that Brickhouse had only developed her immense super strength so she could support such large breasts.
He’d always been a little sad Brickhouse was so ashamed of her breasts. Although there was something repulsive in their monstrous size there was something deeply erotic about them BECAUSE of their grossness.
What made Alfie even sadder was how repressed Brickhouse’s sexuality was, especially compared to her teammates. The woman had dealt with her supercharged libido far worse than most, and from what he heard some of the things that had happened to her after being defeated by their enemies had left her psychologically scared. He knew she needed frequent counseling sessions with Psychia to keep mentally stable enough to remain an active member of the team.
Unlike the others Brickhouse tried to deny her sexual needs till they were impossible to ignore. And even when she did come to visit Alfie she only asked him to do the bare minimum needed to help her “clear” her mind before going out on patrol. She rarely had any kind of penetrative sex with him and most often just had him use his mouth or fingers on her pussy to help her out, and often she chose for him to do even that through her costume.
“Good morning, Alfie,” Brickhouse greeted him. “I’ve come by for a quick mind-clearing before heading out on patrol,” she explained. The superheroine, who towered over Alfie, pointed to a weightlifting station designed specifically for her. “I was thinking I could get a quick workout while you helped me?”
Alfie smiled and nodded. “Of course,” he told her. Going down on her through her costume while she lay on a bench lifting weights was what she most often did when she came to the gym. If it wasn’t for what Archbaroness had told him about the day nothing about the request would have seemed out of the ordinary.
No, he thought as he followed Brickhouse to the lifting station, I would have at least thought something was off with her. There’s something about her tone of voice and how flirty she’s being… She doesn’t FEEL like her.
His mind jumped to Lab Rat. The early present she was giving him felt off too. If it had been one of the other team members, perhaps Psychia or Champion Girl, the kinky set up might not have felt so… wrong. But Lab Rat? The idea she would want a man to objectify her and use her this way felt very much NOT something she’d ever want to do.
Alfie stopped, his eyes losing focus as his mind went blank.
“Uh… you okay?” Brickhouse asked when she noticed the man standing still and staring into nothing. She waved a red hand in front of him. “Hello?”
Alfie blinked. “What?” he asked, looking confused. “Sorry,” he said a moment later, rubbing his temples. “I was just… I don’t know,” he muttered, unable to remember what he’d just been thinking about. “I’m sorry, I know you need to get ready to go out on patrol. Let’s get you started.”
Soon Brickhouse was lying on her back lifting barbells so heavy ten of him wouldn’t have been able to lift.
Alfie knelt at the end of the bench between Brickhouse’s legs. The black leotard Brickhouse wore was legless and sleeveless, meaning his face was surrounded by bare red skin. The sight of her massively muscled thighs on either side of his head had him already worked up. He was a lover of women of all shapes and sizes and he found muscular women, even ones as inhumanly sized as Brickhouse, just as sexually exciting as a curvaceous milf like Archbaroness or a tight, fit youngster like Champion Girl.
“I’m ready,” Brickhouse grunted as she huffed the barbell up. “I’m warmed up and need you to lessen the pressure I’m starting to feel,” she huffed while slowly lowering the barbell.
Alfie took a moment to admire her bulging biceps then leaned in to put his face by her womanhood and begin his pleasurable work. As she’d got into position and then started lifting the weights the crotch of Brickhouse’s leotard had become wedged in her vulva.
The sight of the camel toe sent a rush of arousal through Alfie that took him by surprise. It was a sight he always admired in a superheroine, especially as almost none of them wore any underwear under their costumes so a camel toe was even more revealing on them than most women. But why was this working so much for him right now?
He stopped wondering, feeling a sudden need to get his mouth on that mouthwatering camel toe as soon as possible. He’d eaten the woman out through the costume hundreds of times and knew exactly what he needed to do to help her clear her mind.
And today I feel like I’m going to enjoy every moment of it more than I normally do, Alfie thought as he pressed his lips onto the woman’s sex and breathed heavily through the thin fabric. It was made of a high-tech fabric designed to survive rough battles, yet thin enough to make exactly what he was doing feel amazing.
When Brickhouse moaned appreciatively he breathed into her sex again, moving his lips as he did. This was how they always started, slow and arousing before properly eating her out through the fabric. He’d work her up to a small orgasm that would ease the distracting, dangerous sexual pressure built up inside her. It was a task he’d done countless times and one he’d perfected over the years. Alfie would give her exactly what she needed and be happy doing it.
* * *
He knows exactly what I need, Psychia heard Brickhouse think while she listened to the superheroine’s thoughts. And listen to that wonderful man moan, he’s enjoying this far more than he normally does today.
“Because of me,” Psychia whispered as she watched the kinky game masquerading as a workout session.
It was a small thing she was doing here, a subtle way to start the day. She planned on building heat and frustration throughout the day. Starting with Brickhouse having Alfie do something not outside of what he normally did was a good start. Still, Psychia couldn’t keep herself from dialing up the heat of the encounter. She worked Alfie’s mind, ensuring the clothed oral would leave him too horny not to do something about it once he was done.
Besides, Psychia thought, after today Brickhouse will be the only team member that hasn’t given Alfie a present. I wouldn’t want her doing anything too extreme today. I’ll save something big for when she gifts him, which will be the next present he receives.
She finished off her coffee and peeled her eyes away from the screen to glance at the drawer where she kept her sex toys. Do I want to masturbate as the rest of this plays out? No… No, I should pace myself, it’s going to be a long day and this, although titillating, isn’t vibrator worthy.
After a mental pause she decided to unlock the drawer and keep it open. But what happens AFTER Brickhouse leaves might be masturbation worthy, she decided. I just need to make sure Alfie is worked up enough to want to go make use of his Lab Rat-shaped fuck doll once Brickhouse is gone…
* * *
As soon as Alfie led Brickhouse out of the gym he rushed to his office. He’d done that to her so many times… Why had it left him so worked up this time? It didn’t make sense, but he knew he had a very special gift waiting for him in his office that he could use to relieve the sexual tension he felt, one that he only had one day to make use of.
Lab Rat was right where he and Archbaroness had left her, still mummified in plastic wrap, her backend exposed and waiting. He dropped his gym shorts as soon as he had the door to his office closed, his eyes never leaving the girl’s bare backend. By the end of his “workout” with Brickhouse he’d been painfully hard and still was, his aching, throbbing manhood demanding he make use of his present.
Thanks to the position Lab Rat was bound in, and how thin she was, getting his cock in the girl’s pussy would have been easy. But the moment he’d come in the door and looked at her he knew that he wasn’t going to fuck her pussy, not now. Later? Almost certainly. But not now. Now he needed something else.
The girl’s butt had always seemed rather flat and unimpressive to Alfie, especially when compared to her teammates’ stunning backends. But at that moment Alfie had never seen something so sexually appealing. He couldn’t help but think about how the shape of her bare ass reminded him of Brickhouse’s camel toe. As he’d eaten her out he’d fantasized about pulling his aching cock out and pressing it into her slit to hump it through her costume.
With that thought running through his mind Alfie rushed to Lab Rat, sitting on the girl and slapping his cock down between her little ass cheeks. He lifted his member up, spitting into Lab Rat’s ass crack. After dropping his cock into the moisture he pressed her small, soft cheeks around his throbbing member and started hot dogging her ass.
Normally he’d NEVER think about another woman while he was with someone. But it didn’t feel like it was Lab Rat under him. He remembered how Archbaroness had talked about her. He was using her like a sex toy. She was just a thing for him to use to drain his balls.
The wrongness of the thoughts nearly pushed him over the edge. His mind followed that track as he grunted in pleasure while humping Lab Rat’s ass. Using one of the Megatropolis Amazons like a masturbatory device while fantasizing about fucking another member of the team was one of the “wrongest” things he’d ever done. And that wrongness brought more shame-filled heat than he could handle.
He slid forward, squeezing her little ass cheeks harder around his member as it quivered and spurted out a thick load of semen up Lab Rat’s plastic-wrapped back. A moment later he sighed in relief, amazed at how good it had felt lessening all that sexual pressure that had built up in him.
“I should clean up,” he muttered. His office doubled as a storage room for the gym, meaning there were plenty of rags and spray bottles of cleaner nearby. As he grabbed some he thought about how cleaning up the plastic wrap mummified girl would feel exactly like cleaning a piece of exercise equipment after a workout.
The thought made him feel like he was further dehumanizing Lab Rat. He remembered that Archbaroness had told him that was what Lab Rat wanted so as he cleaned her off he explained how dehumanizing doing this felt, talking not to Lab Rat directly but as though he was speaking to himself, as though she wasn’t a person to be spoken to but rather just a thing in the room with him.
* * *
So humiliating, Psychia thought, shoving the thought into Lab Rat’s mind. So hot, she added, pushing on all the girl’s mental pleasure centers. So hot to be dehumanized like this. Just a thing he used like a masturbation toy and now just a piece of equipment he’s cleaning, like you’re nothing more than an exercise bike that needs the sweat wiped off it.
Psychia had ended up pulling a vibrator out and using it. As she’d made sure Lab Rat enjoyed the humiliating ordeal she had reached climax. With her telepathic amplifier on she didn’t need to hold back, cumming as hard as she wanted without having to worry about her powers being drained.
With as deeply connected to Lab Rat’s mind as she was her orgasm partially transferred to the girl. Lab Rat had shuddered and moaned as Alfie wiped her lower back clean. From her perspective it would seem like the humiliation had pushed her over the edge, allowing her to cum without the aid of any sexual stimulation.
And this is just the beginning of the day, Psychia sighed happily as she turned the vibrator off and set it on the command console next to her keyboard.
The “team” had planned the day’s festivities out in advance, each member of the team agreeing to what order they would come to Alfie for a “workout” and even planning out what times they’d go so his torments were spread evenly through the day.
Champion Girl next, Psychia thought as she looked at the time. She knew she’d be eagerly watching the advance of the clock, already impatient for the next encounter to begin.
* * *
“It’s just about time for me to go on patrol,” Champion Girl said as she strutted into the gym from the changing room.
Alfie took a moment to admire the young blond’s slender, fit body. The gym clothes she wore, a skimpy sports bra and a bottom that was more pantie than shorts, left little to the imagination. Not that he needed to imagine her naked body, he’d seen it more times than he could remember.
But there’s something special about peeling a woman’s clothing back to reveal her most intimate places, Alfie thought. Like opening a present. Even if you already know what’s inside there’s still excitement in the reveal.
“What kind of ‘workout’ do you require this morning?” Alfie asked Champion Girl, knowing whatever the girl would ask him for would be chosen to tease and torment him.
“Hold on,” Champion Girl said, looking suddenly distressed. “Is it hot in here?” she asked, dramatically fanning her chest in a manner that made it clear the girl wasn’t actually over heated. “It is,” she said as she grabbed her top and pulled it off.
After tossing it onto the floor she stretched, pressing her small perky breasts out. “That’s MUCH better,” she sighed, delighted as always at the way Alfie’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the reveal of her breasts. She knew that no matter the size Alfie was ALWAYS excited to see a pair of naked breasts. He loved them all, no matter the size, shape, or color.
“I think I need to do my morning workout topless today,” Champion Girl told him. “It being so hot in here and all,” she added playfully.
She then put her hands on her lower back and stretched as though her back muscles were tight and sore. As she pushed her chest out, delighting again in the happy eager look on Alfie’s face as he stared at her tits, she said, “I think a regiment of stretches is what I need.”
Alfie led Champion Girl to a nearby mat. He instructed her to sit down then knelt beside her, telling her which pose to begin with.
Champion Girl interrupted him, smiling mischievously at him. “You know, I’m having a hard time remembering how that pose goes. I think I’m not going to be able to remember ANY pose today. I’m going to need you to show me,” she said, grabbing his hands and pulling them to her body. “Use your hands to position me. I don’t want your hands leaving my body, not till I tell you we’re done.”
“As you wish,” Alfie said eagerly. He knew this game, it was one the sexy women played often with him. Their supercharged libidos were easily awakened which meant feeling them up, especially with skin-to-skin contact, almost always got their sexual engine heated. Although he’d be pretending to lead her in stretches in reality his hands would be stroking, caressing, and doing all they could to turn her on.
As Alfie led Champion Girl’s body into different poses the girl let out exaggerated moans, pressing into his hands as he felt her up. He’d always enjoyed the young girl’s cute, indecent moans more than most and soon Alfie was as worked up as Champion Girl was pretending to be.
“I’m still so hot,” the young heroine moaned lewdly as Alfie helped hold her in a position that left her back arched. “My nipples are especially hot,” she sighed dramatically, arching her back a little more and pressing her small breasts towards Alfie’s face. “Perhaps you could cool them down by sucking on them a bit?”
In a flash the man’s lips were locked around one of the girl’s small nipples. He flicked his tongue across it, moaning lewdly as he enjoyed the feeling of the nub hardening in his mouth.
“Now the other,” Champion Girl told him. “Yes, like that. You’re so fucking good with your mouth,” she cooed.
While he sucked on her nipples, moving back and forth whenever she told him to switch, she twisted her body so she could rub his crotch with her knee. “Why, Alfie, you’re so very hard,” she said in mock surprise. “What a shame we’ve vowed not to do anything with you that would require using your dick today. This must be TORMENT,” she said with a fiendish smile as she stroked him with her knee through his shorts.
“You’ve got me so hot and worked up,” she added with a dramatic sigh. “I just can’t go out on patrol like this, much too dangerous. I’m going to need you to work me down from all this heat.” She spread her legs open and nodded down. “Face on my pussy, NOW,” she said, the cute and bubbly girl she normally was gone now that her sexual needs were front in her mind.
“As you wish,” Alfie said, both eager to have his face pressed into her wonderful young snatch AND to get away from the knee she was still teasing him with.
Champion Girl was laying on the mat on her back, propped up on her elbows to watch Alfie as he got on the ground between her knees. When he pulled her gym shorts to the side she sighed loudly. “The cool air feels so good on my hot body. But your wet mouth on my pussy would feel a lot better.”
But when he moved to do as she wanted Champion Girl barked for him to stop. “No,” she said shaking her head, “not like that. Reposition yourself. Get on top of me like we’re sixty-ninning. I want to feel your mouth from that position. Normally I’d tell you to take your shorts off so I can return the favor while you go down on me but you’ll have to keep them on today. We decided you’re not allowed to get that dick inside ANY of us today.”
Alfie suspected what the devious girl intended to do. As soon as he was in position and started eating her out his suspicions were confirmed. While he went down on her Champion Girl wrapped her arms around his body and pulled his crotch into her face like she was going to “return the favor”.
She pressed her open mouth against the outline of his shaft then breathed heavy moist air through his shorts. It felt amazing, causing Alfie to moan into her pussy. Champion Girl returned the moan, biting down lightly on his shaft as she did.
This is torture, Alfie thought as the girl teased him through his shorts. And distracting, he added to himself. This WAS a game for them today, but he still had a job to do. He had to work Champion Girl to a slow, soft climax that would leave her mind clear but not drain her powers. It was something he could normally do with ease, but with the girl distracting him he felt very off his game.
Distracted as he was Alfie managed to get Champion Girl there. “I might need a second one,” she said, speaking into his crotch. “Keep going.”
As he did she repositioned her head, biting the top of his shorts and pulling them down. The feel of his cock falling free and pressing into the warm flesh of her face felt better than it had any right to. He was so worked up… So god damned horny and in need of release.
For a few glorious moments as the girl nuzzled her face into his throbbing member he thought she was going to abandon their game and suck him off to show thanks for going down on her so well. She turned her head to the side, opened her mouth, and sealed her lips tightly around the side of his shaft… And then she bit it. Not hard, just a playful nip. It was something that felt amazing, but also shocked him a bit.
“Alright,” Champion Girl said, shoving the man off her and sending him tumbling to the floor beside her, “I’m all done.” She jumped to her feet, righting her shorts and stretching. “I feel amazing,” she sighed happily. “In the perfect mood to start my patrol,” she added.
She looked down at Alfie as though she’d forgotten he was there. “Oh my,” she said, frowning at the man lying on the ground at her feet. “You look a bit flustered and frustrated. I suppose it’s a good thing you’ve been given a sexual stress relief toy to use for the day.” She waved him off, “Best rush to your office and use it before someone else shows up demanding your attention.”
* * *
Psychia grabbed a different vibrator from her drawer of sex toys and prepared to use it. She’d made herself hold off, only lightly playing with herself with her hands as she watched Champion Girl teasing Alfie. But now that the young blond was gone Alfie was rushing to his office.
She was, of course, in his mind making his sexual frustrations worse than they would have otherwise been. She pushed hard on him, making the need to fuck and get off so strong it was all he could think of.
As she watched him throw the door to his office open she used the vibrator to start masturbating properly. She didn’t just watch him through the monitor, she was in his mind seeing and feeling the world as he was. She mostly let him control his own actions, only pushing on some impulses to make the show she was jilling off to more exactly to her liking.
“Her tight cunt might be a little too dry,” Psychia moaned as she saw Lab Rat’s exposed backend through Alfie’s eyes. “Wrapped up like that, alone since you were last in the room… Can’t tell how turned on she is. But you’re so horny. No time to get her wet by playing with her pussy for a bit. Spit into your hand and stroke yourself, that will be enough lubrication to get you in her. After that? Well, you know superheroines. Once a hard dick is inside them they get more than wet enough, no matter whether they want it or not.
Because once we get going we ALL end up wanting it.”
As she rambled madly she made Alfie hear the words in his mind, but in a way that he’d think the thoughts were his own. He spit in his hand, stroked his painfully hard member a few times, then fell on the plastic-wrapped girl on the floor, shoving his cock into her pussy.
“Fuck her harder,” Psychia gasped as the vibrator helped her rocket toward climax. She was in Alfie’s head, feeling what he was feeling. Feeling how good his cock felt in Lab Rat, feeling her getting wetter with each stroke. Hearing the girl’s gag-muffled moans both through the security feed and through Alfie’s perception of the world. It was all making it so she’d get off soon, but she could tell that she’d get there before Alfie.
That wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted them to cum together. Not just her and Alfie, but Lab Rat too.
Psychia frantically connected to Lab Rat’s mind, pushing on all her pleasure centers to ensure she was enjoying what was being done to her as much as Alfie and Psychia were.
It still wasn’t enough, Psychia was still going to get off before they were. If she connected more deeply to their minds she could make it so her climax forced them to climax as well, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to feel them getting off as she did, not forced by her but cumming along with her naturally.
Psychia fought back her rising pleasure, hoping if she slowed herself they could catch up to her. She eased up on the vibrator, loosening her connection to their minds so she didn’t share as much of their pleasure.
“Still not enough,” she groaned in frustration, able to tell she was still going to get off before them. “Need something to push you both along faster,” she rambled as her mind raced.
Inspiration hit her as it often did while engaged in sexual stimulation. “A fantasy,” she gasped. “I’ll make them both fantasize about something shame-filled and wrong. THAT will push them along and then we can all cum together.”
Psychia made Lab Rat fantasize that Alfie was a supervillain who had sneaked into Freedom Tower and captured her. Now that she was defeated he was doing what villains always did when they had a superheroine at their mercy: fucking her. It was something the mousy girl tried to avoid more than most superheroines, and indulging in the fantasy would fill her with shame. Delicious shame that would have her rocketing to climax…
Inside Alfie’s mind she placed a similar fantasy. The man knew what happened to superheroines when their foes defeated them. He also knew they often used that as a way to turn the tables, that their sexuality was as much a weapon as their superpowers were. Still, he’d never been comfortable thinking about these powerful women he served so loyally taken that way. It was something he NEVER fantasized about.
Psychia forced the fantasy into his mind. With Lab Rat wrapped up and helpless he could so easily imagine he was one of the Megatropolis Amazons’ foes. She was defeated and helpless and now he was taking advantage of her. Taking her by force, punishing her for failing…
Indulging in the fantasy felt immensely wrong to the man. He felt guilty about it even as he found himself unable to stop. Shame mixed with all the built-up sexual pressure and soon he was rocketing towards climax.
Psychia had orchestrated the moment perfectly. The three of them began to cum in near unison. As they all came she connected their three minds, letting them all feel each other’s orgasm to intensify all their pleasure.
Afterwards Psychia had to do a little telepathic cleanup. The connection at the end had been too obvious and Alfie and Lab Rat had, momentarily, been aware of what she was doing. But a quick altering of their memories ensured they didn’t remember anything inconvenient.
Alfie’s mind needed a bit more work than Lab Rat’s. The shame “his” fantasy caused was far greater than Psychia expected it to be. She had to ease the memories of that too. It was a reminder that not everyone was quite as depraved as she was, a thought she usually didn’t like being faced with.
That, however, allowed her to reaffirm to herself what she was doing was not just okay but morally right. Didn’t a man who felt THAT guilty about a sexual fantasy deserve the kind of sexual gifts she was giving him? Of course he did. So she was going to keep going, keep pushing on the depraved heat of the encounters to give him MORE joy, even if it was joy she had to partially erase from his memories.
Her eyes flicked to the monitor where she saw Alfie staring at Lab Rat, the look on his face making it seem like he was trying to decide something. She connected with his mind to understand what he was pondering. She discovered he was watching his semen trickle out of her pussy, debating how best to clean the girl up.
Don’t, Psychia thought as she gripped hold of his mind. Don’t clean her up this time. Leave her messy and cum filled. It will help ensure she’s wet the next time you need to use her. And she wants this humiliation, she mentally added, making him remember what Archbaroness had told him that morning. She’ll delight in feeling your cum leaking out of her and pooling up in the plastic wrap.
Psychia then reached into Lab Rat’s mind and made sure the girl felt what she’d made Alfie think she felt. Wallow in it, Psychia commanded. Savor the feel of his seed leaking out of you. Luxuriate in how humiliating it is.
With that taken care of Psychia turned her attention to the next encounter. “Opal Enchantress next,” Psychia whispered eagerly.
* * *
“I think I must have slept wrong,” Opal Enchantress told Alfie, placing her hands on her lower back and stretching as though she was in pain. “My back hurts and all my muscles are tight and sore. I think I need some stretching today.”
The fiendish smile on the beautiful black woman’s face made it clear to Alfie that Opal Enchantress felt fine and was just making up her ailments. He was okay with that. He was enjoying this game these women were playing with him, even if it had gotten so intense some of the day was already a little hard to remember.
Opal Enchantress was another member of the team who came to him not dressed in the gym clothing the rest of the team wore during their “workouts”. Thanks to her magical carapace she never wore any clothing. It kept her breasts and crotch covered, with the rest of the coral-like stuff stretching out in artistic patterns across her limbs.
He knew the woman could will the carapace to shift and move about her body. As long as she wanted someone to be able to touch her body she’d ensure the point of contact was bare of covering.
As he began leading her in some stretches she made it clear she wanted to feel his hands on her body. The carapace spread apart no matter where he touched, even revealing her most intimate places as he used the excuse of helping her stretch in various lewd positions to feel her up.
“I’m feeling worked up from having your hands all over my body,” Opal Enchantress moaned as Alfie led her into a position where she was on her back with her legs spread in a t-pose.
Alfie was kneeling at her base, hands on her thighs helping her hold her legs in position till she grabbed her ankles to hold the pose on her own. As the superheroine spoke her carapace shifted, something that till that point had only happened when his hands were moving. His eyes went to the movement and watched as the shimmering, semi-transparent covering over her womanhood peeled away to reveal the fleshy folds of her pussy.
“Perhaps you could provide a little help burning up some of this heat in a way that won’t drain my powers?”
Alfie smiled at her, lovingly caressing her thighs. “It is my fondest wish to bring you women the relief you need to better protect this city,” he told her.
“Remember you said that,” Opal Enchantress said with a fiendishly evil grin.
Before Alfie could respond he felt invisible hands grab him. A moment later he was bent over, his face shoved into Opal Enchantress’ pussy. He went to work at once, knowing the woman was already worked up enough that he didn’t need to tease or build up heat. The use of the invisible magic hands was a dead giveaway, the sorceress only used them when she was horny to the point of being greedy for release.
He’d give her what she needed, but not as quickly as her impulses would want. A quick, hard orgasm would drain her powers. He had to use his skill to slowly coax a small climax from her, using mostly his mouth, but his hands would help as well.
Opal Enchantress breathed in deep then let out a long, lewd moan as he ate her out. “Use your fingers more,” she told him, using one of the invisible magical hands to grab the hand Alfie was caressing her thigh with and move it towards her pussy. “I need to feel some part of you inside me,” she added with a growl of greedy desire.
Alfie’s shorts were suddenly yanked off. Startled, he started to get up, but more magical hands pushed his face back into her pussy.
“No one told you to stop,” Opal Enchantress barked. She then let out a long, dramatic sigh. “If only I hadn’t vowed not to do anything with THIS,” she told Alfie, the invisible magic hands grabbing his dick. “Oh my,” she cooed as two, then three, then four invisible hands touched and stroked Alfie’s member, “you’re so very hard! Does eating me out get you that excited? How flattering!”
One of the invisible hands gripped the base of Alfie’s dick tightly then stroked firmly up it while a second hand teased his cockhead. “And so much precum,” Opal Enchantress cooed as one of the magical hands, shimmering for a moment to make it visible, delivered a precum-covered finger to her mouth. She sucked it clean, moaning indecently as she did.
“I’m sorry,” she said a moment later, “I’m not supposed to be doing that.” With a heavy, sad sigh she made the magical hands pull his shorts back up. “Naughty me so cruelly teasing you when you’ve been told your dick is off limits today. I’ll do better, I promise.”
It was a promise Alfie knew would soon be broken. It wasn’t long before she used the invisible hands to yank his pants down and tease his cock some more. She then apologized for losing control once more, pulling his pants back up.
The next time she yanked his pants down other invisible hands formed all over Alfie’s body. They grabbed him and pushed his body as though trying to force him to thrust his cock into Opal Enchantress’ pussy. But just as the tip touched her moist womanhood he was pulled back.
“So sorry,” Opal Enchantress said, sounding not even a little sorry. “You’re just so good at what you’re doing… I keep wanting to feel you inside of me. But not today,” she added with another dramatic sad sigh.
Alfie hadn’t thought it could get worse than nearly getting to be inside the woman, but he was wrong. As things went on she began doing more than tease his dick when she pulled his shorts off. The invisible hands began jerking him off, working him up to the edge of climax before Opal Enchantress would use her magical powers to alter his level of arousal, denying him an orgasm.
She did this multiple times, but not just with invisible hands. One of the times it was an invisible mouth sucking on his cock. The magical mouth brought him right to the edge of climax before Opal Enchantress used her powers to cruelly deny him an orgasm. After that it felt like his dick was inside an invisible pussy, and once more just before getting off the sorceress used her power to deny him another orgasm. It was like being edged but far, FAR worse. There was no work down of sexual pressure, only cruel and instant orgasm denial.
After one final torment-filled orgasm denial just as Alfie managed to work the superheroine to climax she told him she was satisfied and done. “Poor Alfie,” Opal Enchantress sighed as she got up and shifted her shimmering carapace back in place. “You must be so frustrated right now… Good thing you have that present in your office to go use.”
She smiled and kissed him on the cheek to reassure him that no harm was meant by all the teasing and torment. Instead of pulling away from his face she brushed her lips along his cheek to whisper in his ear. “While I was having my fun I wove a little enchantment on you,” she confessed. “A little virility spell so you can make the best of the rest of not just this day but the month ahead. You’ll find you can get hard as much as you want, no matter how many times you cum. And each time you do you’ll find yourself ejaculating a full load as though it’s been a week since you got off.”
As she pulled away she stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. “Who knows, maybe I wove the enchantment with enough skill that the effects will last for weeks, maybe even years. And after it wears off perhaps I should just enchant you again, that way you can better service us with every part of your body no matter how demanding we’ve all been.”
With that she left, leaving Alfie behind frustrated, hard, and in desperate need of release.
* * *
Psychia was already furiously masturbating by the time Alfie reached his office. The man had pulled his clothing off on the way there and had hold of his cock as though the thing was paining him.
“Yes,” Psychia gasped as she watched Alfie fall upon Lab Rat with animal abandon. “She’s so wet from all the cum you left in her,” the woman gasped, deep enough inside Alfie’s mind to feel what he was feeling. “It’s so nasty using your cum as lube to fuck her, and that makes it all the better. Fuck her hard and fast and add to the mess you’ve left inside her. Opal made it so you’ll have plenty of semen to pump into her this time.”
On the screen she was watching Alfie grunting and thrusting hard into the plastic-wrapped girl under him. With as worked up as he was he wouldn’t last long. He knew it. Psychia knew it. Even Lab Rat knew it even though she hadn’t seen HOW Alfie had gotten so worked up.
With a little telepathic coaxing Psychia ensured the short bout of wild fucking was as depraved as it could be. Alfie wasn’t fucking Lab Rat, he was using her for relief. A little mental push and he wasn’t even thinking of it as using the girl for relief. In the moment, in his mind, she was just a thing. A moist hole to drain his frustration and balls into.
He came with an animal roar of release. It was a sound that was far more relief than pleasure. It hadn’t been about the joy of orgasm, it had only been about all that frustrating pressure that had been built up being released into the plastic-bound girl.
“Don’t clean her up this time either,” Psychia said, making sure Alfie heard the words as his own thoughts. “You want to see how big of a mess you can make her by the end of the day. She wants that too, or she wouldn’t have agreed to do this. She wants to be used, humiliated, and covered in sticky filth when she’s cut free at the end of the day.”
Psychia connected to Lab Rat’s mind as well, ensuring she thought the same thing. By the time Alfie left his office Lab Rat was whimpering and moaning as she wallowed in the semen leaking out of her pussy. The girl was delighting in being used like a thing, in being wrapped so tight she couldn’t move. She was savoring how turned on it left her and savoring even more the torment of not having the physical freedom to so much as touch herself to enjoy how turned on she was.
Psychia, connected to Lab Rat’s mind and feasting on a sexual feedback loop of forcing the girl to feel desires and then her getting a sexual high from feeling her feel them, continued to masturbate. She went till she got off, making her connection with Lab Rat strong enough so that the girl came with her.
She took a few minutes to cool down and clean up her control console. Then she checked in on all her real work. Brickhouse, Archbaroness, and Champion Girl were all out on patrol. All were busy but safe. Police chatter was minimal with no hot spots in the city that might need their attention. As far as she could tell there was nothing that needed her attention and it should be fine for her to slip away from her station for a little bit.
Psychia got up and adjusted her costume. Enough time for me to go down to the gym’s locker room, put on some gym clothes, and have a little fun tormenting Alfie firsthand. And a perfect time to test how well I can keep this device hidden from others, she added as she adjusted her hair to hide her telepathic amplifier.
* * *
“Are you sure you put the right set of workout clothes on?” Alfie asked with an amused smirk as Psychia strutted up to him. He let his eyes run slowly up and down her body, admiring all the dark skin the skimpy outfit left on display. The sports bra-like top was comically too small and tight, leaving the majority of the sexy Latina woman’s large breasts bulging out the top.
Psychia looked down and grabbed her breasts. “You know, Alfie, you might be right,” she said, groaning slightly as though in pain. “There’s a small chance this might be Champion Girl’s. Well, I better just take it off,” she sighed, pulling the too-small top off and letting her large breasts fall free.
She grabbed her breasts, squeezing and lifting them as she moaned in relief. “That’s so much better,” she sighed, letting go of them. She smiled happily as she watched the response their drop and bounce got from Alfie.
“Let me guess,” Alfie said when he pulled his eyes away from her tits and met her gaze. “Didn’t sleep well? Muscles sore and tight and in need of stretching?”
“Oh, no, not at all,” Psychia told him, running her fingers through her hair as though adjusting it to ensure her temples were covered.
Alfie thought it was an odd thing for the woman to do, especially since she normally kept her long, dark hair pulled back behind her shoulders. But before Alfie could wonder too much about it Psychia continued.
“I’m in need of some cock-lust training today,” the superheroine told him.
“Ah,” Alfie said, normally more than happy to help a member of the team with any training they wished but after the day he’d had so far hesitant to give her what she wanted.
“Why, Alfie, you normally LOVE this kind of training!” Psychia paused, cocking her head to the side. “But I suppose with the day you’ve had…” She trailed off, eyes running down his body and stopping on his crotch. “So many sexual torments and frustrations,” she sighed.
Alfie groaned, her gaze causing him to get so hard so quickly it hurt him. “Did you do that?” he asked Psychia, grabbing himself and squeezing his shaft to try and bring it some relief.
“I’d NEVER do something like that without permission,” Psychia said innocently. “You must be eager to help me with my training,” she added as she looked around. “We’ll do it here,” she said, pointing to some nearby exercise equipment she could sit on. “Come along,” she added, unexpectedly yanking the front of Alfie’s shorts down so she could grab his dick and lead him after her by grabbing tight hold of his shaft.
As she sat down she continued to grip his cock, pulling him close. “You’re going to stay right here,” she told him, pulling him closer so that his dick was inches away from her face. “I’m going to practice controlling my cock-lust. That means you’ll need to keep hard, but no touching yourself,” she added firmly. “So I’ll help with that,” she added, putting two fingers to the side of her head and closing her eyes to concentrate.
Alfie groaned. “What did you do to me?”
“Just made it so you can’t go soft till you get off,” Psychia told him with an evil grin. “That way no matter how long I need to practice resisting your cock you can stay hard. All you need to do is stand there, hard cock in my face, while I play with myself and resist the desire to suck on your dick.”
As she spoke she spread her legs and slipped a hand into her shorts to start touching herself. “And what a beautiful, desirable cock it is,” she moaned lewdly as she stared cross-eyed at the dick inches in front of her face. “How nice it would be to suck on it,” she added, grabbing one of her breasts with her free hand and squeezing it as she moaned even more lewdly.
Psychia licked her lips and stared at Alfie’s dick with so much desire the man was left moaning in despair. She WANTED his cock, he could see that. He also knew how superpowered women were. If he just moved closer… Just brushed it against her lips… She’d open her mouth and start sucking him off, unable to control herself.
But this was training for her. This was her practicing to resist such urges. He COULDN’T take advantage of the situation, no matter how good it would feel. He could see her fingers doing things inside her shorts. Knowing the sight of his hard member was enough to make her masturbate made the desire to shove his cock into her mouth all the harder to ignore.
This is training for her, he kept telling himself, falling back on deeply learned instincts that made him forget the woman was TRYING to torment him.
“I’m struggling,” Psychia told him with a lewd moan of frustration. “I just need to touch it,” she added, letting go of the breast she’d been playing with so she could reach for his member. She lightly wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, giving it a gentle, almost loving squeeze.
“I told myself I was just going to hold it for a second, but now that I am…” Psychia shuddered dramatically, gripping Alfie’s cock more firmly and pulling him closer. “No,” she said at the last moment just before she’d pulled his cockhead to her full lips. “Not that, can’t give in and suck on it.”
She didn’t let go of him. Instead she pulled down on his cock, pointing it towards her chest. “But I need something to hold me over, something to help me fight my cock-lust,” she said, swinging his dick up then slapping it down into the meatiest part of a breast.
Alfie’s eyes were drawn to the breast so he could witness the moment of impact. The feel of his hard member being slapped down into the firm yet soft flesh of her large breast felt amazing, but the sight of all that tit meat jiggling after the impact was even more enjoyable to him.
“That helps sate the cravings,” Psychia moaned, slapping his cock into her tit a few more times. “But only for so long… I need more,” she whined, arching her back and pressing Alfie’s member into the densest part of her breast. She rubbed his cockhead from side to side then, turning and twisting her body, dragged it towards her nipple. “Mmmm…. Yes, so good,” she said as she rubbed his cockhead against her nipple.
The precum leaking from the tip made the motion silky smooth while the hardening of her nub against his cockhead left Alfie moaning in delight.
“I can’t help it, I need more,” Psychia said suddenly, sounding as though she was losing all control. She grabbed Alfie, pulling him around and hugging his body to hers so that the underside of his member was pressed against her chest. “I need your cock, need it now. Can’t take it in me, but what about a titfuck?” she asked as she pressed her breasts tightly around Alfie’s throbbing member.
Then, just as Alfie was ready to start humping her chest, the woman shoved him away. “Alright,” Psychia said, standing up and brushing herself off, “that’s all the training for me.”
Alfie stood in confusion, cock standing erect and longing to feel the softness of her breasts wrapped tightly around it again. Slowly he realized it had all been part of the cruel game the women were playing with him, more teasing that had left him groaning in frustration.
Psychia strutted away, swaying her hips enticingly as she waved over her shoulder. “What a good thing you’ve your present to use to relieve some of that built-up sexual frustration,” she told Alfie as she left the gym.
* * *
Alfie stumbled into his office, feeling a bit disoriented. He remembered Psychia leaving the gym but after that things got a bit blurry. Had he stood there unmoving as if waiting for something? Why would he do that? He thought he remembered it happening but… But it just didn’t make sense. He felt as worked up and frustrated as though Psychia had JUST left.
He could figure it out later. He needed to fuck something, needed to get off and work out the built-up sexual frustration the encounter with Psychia had left in him.
With lust-madness in his eyes he stumbled towards the plastic-wrapped girl lying face down on the floor. He fell on her, slapping his cock down between her ass cheeks. The feel of Psychia’s amazing breasts wrapped tightly around his member was still seared into his memory and Alfie wanted desperately to pretend Lab Rat’s ass cheeks were Psychia’s tits.
Lab Rat’s small, rather flat ass just didn’t have enough meat on it. Alfie growled in frustration, so overwhelmed by it that for a moment he couldn’t think of what to do.
* * *
Psychia had rushed to the locker room to get her costume back on then rushed even faster back to the Control Room. The whole time she used her powers to keep Alfie in a silent, unmoving stasis so she didn’t miss a moment of what would happen once the frustration she brought about was unleashed on Lab Rat.
As soon as she was in the chair at her control console she released the hold on Alfie, massaging his mind to make him not think too hard about why he’d been standing unmoving for so long. She also doubled the sexual frustration he felt, pushing him into a wild sexual rage.
His attempt to use Lab Rat’s ass to imitate her breasts added to his frustration, just like Psychia had intended it to. She pushed hard on his mind, making his frustration overflow, turning it into anger. Psychia connected even deeper with his mind as he angrily shoved his cock in the girl’s pussy, feeling what he felt as he pinned her down and savagely fucked her.
It’s not enough, Psychia told him telepathically. You’re too angry, to frustrated, her pussy isn’t enough. But now that your cock is wet after being in her you’re all lubed up. You’re going to pull it out and fuck her asshole. THAT will make you feel better. Hate fuck the little slut up the ass, pound all your frustration and anger out. Do it. NOW.
While she directed Alfie she shimmied out of her costume so she could masturbate. Knowing she would goad him into fucking her teammate up the ass Psychia had pulled out some anal beads and worked them into her ass. Now she was fingering herself, waiting for the right moment to begin slowly pulling the beads out of her ass to heighten the climax she planned on having when Alfie came.
Just before Alfie came she pulled them out, the anal stimulation pushing her over the edge. She connected her mind to Alfie’s enough to make it so their orgasms were shared. As an afterthought she connected their minds to Lab Rat’s as well, making sure she came with them too.
Afterward Alfie’s mind needed a little massaging to make him feel less guilty about “losing control” and so roughly fucking Lab Rat in the ass. Lab Rat’s mind needed some massaging too to ensure the encounter was something she’d remember enjoying even though in the moment the confusing, and a bit painful ordeal, had been something she very much had NOT enjoyed.
The day is getting late and there are only two left, Psychia thought as she basked in post-orgasmic bliss. Heleena the Healer first then Archbaroness to finish off the day.
* * *
“I’m in need of your assistance more than I normally am,” Heleena the Healer told Alfie as she entered the gym.
Alfie’s eyes were drawn instantly to the woman’s breasts. “I can see,” he told her. Normally Heleena had smallish breasts, but when she used her powers to heal a superhuman they swelled in size and remained enlarged till the milk they filled with was drained.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t have put on your normal workout clothes,” Alfie said, trying to hide how aroused the sight of her enlarged breast crammed into and bulging out of the tight sports bra was making him.
The wet stain revealing where her nipples were leaking milk didn’t help. He found lactation in women VERY sexy. There was something so womanly and natural about it, a reminder of fertility that got his carnal engine revved up.
“Archbaroness got back from her patrol pretty roughed up,” Heleena told him. “She needed a lot of healing, something that was extra important today since she’s got a charity gala to go to later tonight. She needs to be free of all bruises and look her prettiest to help raise as much money as possible. So…” she trailed off, looking down at her enlarged breasts. “This,” she said with a weary sigh.
“Champion Girl and Brickhouse will probably need some healing when they get back, too” Heleena went on. “And you know that, aside from getting uncomfortable as they grow, my ability to heal starts to fade as they get bigger. So I need a good draining before they get back to Freedom Tower.”
She held her arms up high above her head. “This thing’s a bit tight, could you take it off?”
So it begins, Alfie thought, eager to begin enduring her teasing. “As you wish,” he told her, going to Heleena to take her too-tight top off her enlarged breasts.
“They are so sore,” Heleena whined as he neared. “Before you take the top off will give them a nice, long, firm squeeze to help ease their aching?”
“As you wish,” he said again, happily grabbing her breasts and giving the woman what she wanted. He shuddered slightly, indulging in groping her breasts. They were crammed into the top, the tight fabric compressing their denseness, while the bits bulging out the top of the tight garment were left feeling deliciously soft in comparison. He also enjoyed the way each squeeze left the wet patch on the front growing more damp as the gropes forced more of her milk out.
“Mmm… such relief you bring,” Heleena told him. “Now get it off and drain my tits.”
He locked his eyes on her breasts as he pulled the top off, letting out a little moan as her breasts were released. The sight of the beautiful black woman’s enlarged breasts dropping then bouncing brought him immense joy, as did the little squirt of white milk that came from her dark nipples as they bounced.
“One moment,” Heleena told him, taking a step back. “That bounce felt so GOOD. The weight and pressure that builds up in them is maddening,” she told him, dramatically grabbing, lifting, and squeezing her enlarged breasts. “You can’t imagine what it’s like… And the strangest things bring relief.” She let go of her breasts so she could put her hands behind her back then started moving to bounce her tits up and down. “It’s surprising how good something like this can feel,” she said, the grin on her face making it clear this was something she was doing to drive him wild.
It’s working, he thought as he watched the woman’s dark-skinned breasts bounce up and down. Each time they fell down a little milk squirted from them, something that just added to the growing arousal building up in him.
“Alright, Alfie, come drain them,” she told him. “But there’s no time for you to get a breast pump. I need relief NOW. You’ll have to use your hands and mouth to milk me.”
“As you wish,” Alfie said eagerly.
* * *
Psychia sat at her control console, her tits hanging out of her costume so she could play with them while she watched the scene playing out in the gym. “The milk makes you so hot,” she muttered, putting the thought into Alfie’s mind. It was already something he felt, but she was doubling his arousal at milking Heleena.
“Milking her makes you so hard,” she rambled madly, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples as she imagined SHE was Heleena being milked. She connected to the woman’s mind, feeling what she was feeling to help the fantasy feel more real. “Need him to milk you. Need to milk her.”
She gasped, feeling the pleasure Heleena was feeling. Having her breasts milked always felt amazing, and the process of draining her breasts always left her insanely horny.
That was something Psychia was having to control. Normally the woman would be left needing Alfie to relieve the need for sexual release, but that wasn’t the game they were playing with Alfie today. “You’d rather masturbate, knowing not using Alfie for release will help torment him,” Psychia mumbled, reinforcing the thought in Heleena’s mind.
She returned her telepathic focus to Alfie’s mind. “Milking makes you so hot. So hard. Need your cock milked. As soon as you’re done you’ll need to drain your balls. Need your present, your fuck toy in your office. Need to use it to milk your cock…”
* * *
Alfie threw the door to his office open, growling like a monster. He’d lost all control and was lost in a sexual rage. “Need my cock milked,” he growled, rushing to his sex toy.
Once more he pinned the plastic-wrapped girl to the ground, pounding her cunt hard and fast. He came almost at once, grunting out in joy, “MILK MY COCK DRY!”
After rolling off her to lay on the ground panting he felt immense shame. “This is wrong,” he muttered. “This whole day is wrong. What is going on? Why am I treating a woman like this?” He started to sit up, planning on cutting Lab Rat free and apologizing for treating her like a sex doll.
Suddenly he froze. His expression went blank as his eyes glossed over. He stared into nothing for nearly a full minute then blinked, looking around in confusion.
It took him a few moments to remember where he was and what he was doing. As the confusion faded his memories of his last sexual encounter returned, altered so it was something he was more okay with. The guilt was gone, only good memories of what had happened remained in his mind.
He patted Lab Rat’s bare ass. “This has been an amazing present,” he told her. “And it’s almost over,” he added sadly as he got up to find where he had abandoned his clothing. “Just a visit from Archbaroness left.”
* * *
“I’m a little surprised to see you coming to me in costume,” Alfie told Archbaroness as he greeted the busty woman with a smile. “After the day I had I was expecting to see you in your workout clothes, prepared to give me one final, extra intense torment. But with your circlet so well shined and her hair so nicely done up it looks more like you’re just about ready to head out to your charity gala.”
“That’s exactly what’s going on,” Archbaroness told him, the sly smile on her face suggesting there was more going on than she was admitting. “But I need one little thing from you. You know how these charity events work, yes?”
Alfie nodded. “Oh, yes. Superheroines like you attend knowing people will pay big bucks to show up and get to interact with you. Rich creeps who want to ogle you in person and maybe, if they let you know just how much they’ve donated, get away with a little grope of your ass or quick grab of a tit that you’ll politely ‘not notice’.”
“Exactly,” Archbaroness said. “Which means I need all eyes on my best assets, and although some would say that’s my ass most are drawn much more to my tits.”
“I see you’re wearing a costume tailored to be a bit lower cut than normal,” Alfie said, staring at her exposed cleavage. “Low enough that I can see a glimpse of areola peeking out. No chance you could fight someone in that, you’d be sure to have a ‘wardrobe malfunction’.”
Archbaroness nodded, grinning sheepishly. “And if that were to happen tonight there’d be sure to be more donations,” she told him, winking mischievously. “So I need my tits to draw as much attention as possible should they ‘accidentally’ fall out.”
Alfie had been so distracted by her breasts that he’d failed to notice till then that she’d been holding a hand behind her back. She pulled it out, showing him that she had been hiding a large bottle of oil. “I need you to oil up my tits till they are vibrant and glistening in a way that will ensure all eyes in the room remain locked on them.”
“Happily,” he said, taking the bottle from her.
Archbaroness carefully pulled her top down, letting her large, heavy breasts fall free. “Be careful not to get any of the oil on my costume,” she said, arching her back and pressing her chest out.
“I’ll be most careful,” he told her, pouring a healthy helping of the oil into his hand then setting the bottle down nearby.
“Don’t just oil them up,” Archbaroness told Alfie as he began rubbing the slick oil onto her breasts. “Play with my tits a bit. Get me nice and worked up. It helps if I go to these things a bit frisky. Gets me more flirty, and if I’m horny enough I might even give some old rich creep a private encounter that will leave him in a good enough mood to donate a small fortune.”
Alfie lost himself in the joy of oiling up and playing with Archbaroness’ perfect, milf-tastic tits. He paid special attention to her nipples, enjoying the way she moaned lewdly as he teased, rubbed, and played with them. By the time he was done he was as worked up as the woman was, glad he’d have the plastic-wrapped girl in his office to offer him release one last time.
But Archbaroness wasn’t as done tormenting him as he thought. She looked down at her tits after telling him they seemed oiled up enough. “Almost TOO well-oiled,” she sighed sadly. “I think you used a bit too much, it’s a little obvious I’m trying to draw attention to them. If only there was a way to get some of the extra oil off. I know! Alfie, kneel down.”
He did as he was told, not sure what fiendish torment she had planned.
“Now hold still,” Archbaroness said. She leaned forward, dangling her tits in front of her face. She moved her torso so they swung heavily back and forth, a sight that left Alfie moaning and grabbing his throbbing erection through his shorts.
“Don’t move,” she said, shifting so that her meaty breasts began slapping into his face. “If I spend enough time tit-slapping your face all that extra oil is sure to rub off,” she told her.
By the time she stopped Alfie was practically drooling.
“Now go use your sexual stress relief one last time,” Archbaroness told him as she pulled her costume up and adjusted her breasts. “And Alfie, merry Christmas from all of us!”
* * *
Psychia had arrived at the gym just as Alfie finished using his present one last time. Since the man was physically and emotionally exhausted after the day it didn’t take much telepathic manipulation to convince him he needed to head to bed early.
“Merry Christmas,” she told him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as he shambled past. He’ll need a little telepathic soothing in the morning, she noted. I took things a little too far during parts of today and he’ll need the memories of the day smoothed out. And all the little meddling I did through the day will need smoothing out as well, or the memories will seem suspiciously disjointed. But I can do all of that tomorrow. Besides, that kind of work is EASIER to do once the memories have had some time to settle in his mind.
Once Alfie was gone Psychia turned her attention to Lab Rat. She’d “volunteered” to be the one to cut the girl free at the end of the day. It’s what she would have wanted if she’d actually wanted all of this, Psychia told herself. The girl is so infatuated with me that she’d only have ever chosen to do this as part of a kinky game done for my sake. And now I need to go and ease her memories of the day and use my powers to convince her that’s exactly what happened.
“Everything’s going to be fine,” Psychia told the girl after cutting her free. Lab Rat looked exhausted and overwhelmed by her ordeal throughout the day. It had been nearly more than she could handle. Looking through her memories Psychia could see there had been times during the confusing day that it had been a kind of living nightmare for the girl.
I paid too much attention to Alfie and not enough to her. There were too many times I let go of her mind and she was able to decide she didn’t want to do this, but gagged and alone there was no way she could tell anyone and with no superstrength she was trapped in the plastic wrap. But that’s nothing to worry about, a few selective memory wipes and she won’t remember this as something she didn’t want.
Even with that mental manipulation Lab Rat was shaken by the day. “You need aftercare,” Psychia cooed comfortingly, helping build the illusion this had all just been a complicated BDSM scene they’d played with the whole team. “How about I take you to the locker room and help you shower to clean the day’s filth off you?”
Lab Rat smiled weakly. “That would be nice.”
Psychia smiled back, knowing the girl wouldn’t understand why she was so happy. Everything had worked out perfectly. All the mental manipulation had gone uncaught. Alfie had been given a present he’d remember for the rest of his life.
The only thing she felt guilty about was Lab Rat. The dazed look in the girl’s eyes showed how fried her brain was after having it so heavily played with all day. She’ll need plenty of physical, emotional, and telepathic soothing tonight, Psychia told herself. And after what she did today she deserves a treat.
“You were such a good girl today,” Psychia told her. “How about after that shower I take you to my apartment and I let you sleep there?”
“In your bed with you?” Lab Rat asked, sounding surprised.
“Yes, in my bed,” Psychia told the girl.
“But you NEVER let me sleep with you!”
“Think of it as an early Christmas present,” Psychia told her. “And a thank you for giving Alfie such a good present today.”
As she helped Lab Rat up Psychia thought about what would come next. Brickhouse is the only one left needing to give Alfie a personal present. But I’ll give it some time before I make sure that happens. Let him come down from this sexual high before giving him another. And after that it will be almost Christmas. Once Brickhouse has gifted him they’ll be time for only one or two final presents. Perhaps I’ll save them for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day…
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