Action!

Two Leathergals rolled a pair of wheeled cots toward the center of the main stage. On them lay Vindiatrix and Shield Lass, naked except for the wrist and ankle cuffs that bound them in place. The Trusty Twosome tugged frantically but futilely at their restraints as they were moved into position for maximum camera coverage.

With a click-click-click of high-heeled boots, Baroness Blackleather strode onto the stage. “Vindiatrix! Shield Lass! I have a something very special in store for you!”

The heroines scowled, not deigning to reply.

“Are you familiar with ‘edging’? Even if you haven’t tried it personally, surely the supreme detective and her clever young protégé know what the term means.”

Vindiatrix continued to glare at her.

“It’s a sex thing where you go right up to the edge and stay there to build up the tension until—” She noticed Vindiatrix looking at her. “I just know what it is!” she protested. She continued, “I’ve never actually done it…”

The Baroness nodded. “Precisely.” She leered as she continued, “I have done it. It’s a remarkably intense roller-coaster ride of tantalizing torment and erotic ecstasy.”

Her expression turned thoughtful. “I’ve devised a way to take the concept to a whole new level. The results were even better than I’d hoped. My special technique can give a woman an erotic experience so vivid and overwhelming that it completely realigns her sexual preferences.”

“That’s impossible!” Vindiatrix declared.

“That’s a proven fact. I’ve used the technique on several Leathergals who used to be straight to turn them into lesbians.” The Baroness leered. “You don’t have to take my word for it. You’re about to find out for yourselves.”

Chief henchwench Kristin strode onstage, wearing a revealing naughty nurse outfit and carrying a little black bag.

“Each of you is about to receive an individually customized erotic infusion. It contains sensitivity enhancers to amplify your responses to stimulation and reflex inhibitors to dampen the cascade effects that trigger sexual climax. In short, it will be easy to heat you up to the boiling point but impossible to make you boil over.”

Kristin took a douche bottle labeled “V” out of the bag and slid the nozzle into Vindiatrix. The heroine shuddered as she felt liquid squirting into her. The faux nurse then moved to administer the “SL” bottle to Shield Lass.

“Just lie back and relax for a few minutes while the formula takes effect.”

The heroines had no choice but to lie back, but they certainly did not relax. They continued to struggle with their bonds, accomplishing nothing whatsoever except to make their bodies flex and jiggle for the cameras.

“Keep thrashing about if you insist,” the Baroness said in an affectedly bored tone. “You’re not going anywhere, and the exertion will just circulate the infusion faster.”

Ignoring the gibe, the duo continued their escape efforts. They continued to be completely ineffectual.

This continued for a minute or two, and then cameras maneuvered to focus on two tall muscular women as they made their entrance. The buff brunette wore a domino mask, an abbreviated spandex top that showed off both her voluptuous bosom and her well-toned abs, a bulging thong bottom, and heavy combat boots, all in Vindiatrix’s colors. The slightly shorter but equally burly blonde was similarly costumed to resemble Shield Lass.

The faux Vindiatrix approached the foot of Shield Lass’s platform and vice versa.

Casting her butchest Leathergals in this role had been the right decision, the Baroness thought. It evoked the “bulldyke” stereotype that tended to attach itself to street-fighting costumed crimefighters like the Trusty Twosome but also subverted it by showcasing the current helplessness of the actual Trusty Twosome, thus providing a double dose of fanservice.

The sham superheroines removed their thongs to reveal strap-on dildos beneath. A bit of suggestive stroking and tugging lengthened and straightened the memory-plastic rods.

“You won’t get away with this!” Shield Lass declared. It was a futile gesture, of course.

With quick synchronized motions, the copycats mounted the platforms, then slowly knee-walked forward in order to do likewise to the heroines.

“We’re about to see a stereo simulation of the Trusty Twosome as lesbian lovers!” the Baroness beamed as the kneeling women straddled the prone women’s thighs and maneuvered into position. The captives continued their frantic thrashing, but between the unbreakably strong cuffs and chains and the hard bodies pinning their legs in place, there was no escape for them.

The butch parodies of the duo settled into “cowgirl” positions. The actual duo shuddered as the rods slid into place. Their efforts to break free were replaced by even more intense gyrations as they gasped and moaned.

Several more Leathergals moved in, taking positions at the platforms to massage the Trusty Twosome’s arms and breasts and legs and feet. The Baroness recalled something that she’d noticed while perusing the unused contest submissions and reminded the crew to provide extra camera coverage on the foot massages. Apparently foot fetishism was more common than she’d thought, at least among the fans who had submitted contest entries. She might as well indulge them, the Baroness decided. This would be a lengthy scene; with plenty of time to indulge specialized tastes.

As everyone settled into position, the Baroness recorded a bit of color commentary.

“Normally, it would take Vindiatrix and Shield Lass a few minutes to get this excited. From the look of them, you’d think they were total nymphomaniac sluts. Well… at the moment, they are. That’s one of the effects of my special formula.”

The tableau played out. The impostor superheroines riding the real ones bucked their hips, driving the strap-on rods in and out. The masseuses fondled and kneaded, occasionally stepping back for a moment to give the cameras unobstructed views of bare breasts and legs and feet. The session would continue until the Baroness was sure she had at least triple the recorded footage she’d need.

This scene had more actresses simultaneously onstage than any of the studio’s previous productions. Fortunately, everyone delivered their lines on cue without getting in each other’s way.

“I’ll bet you wish it really was your cute little blonde sidekick fucking you like this,” the Leathergal in the role of Shield Lass snickered. “Maybe she will after you’re both turned queer!”

“That won’t happen!” Vindiatrix replied.

“Yes it will. It happened to me, and I used to be a straight girl who got pissed off if I thought some dyke was even thinking about hitting on me. You’re gonna build up a head of steam you can’t release until the Baroness lets you, and then you won’t be able to stop yourself. Since there’s nobody but girls here, that means you’re gonna hafta turn queer!”

“That’s not how it works!” The heroine took a deep breath as her body shuddered.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought…” She quit talking and started plugging away at Vindiatrix more energetically.

Vindiatrix’s Leathergal double chimed in. “I’ll bet those two turn out to be even bigger bulldykes than us two!” she told the Shield Lass impersonator. “Deep down I’ll bet they always were!”

She turned her gaze back to the real Shield Lass. “Whatd’ya think, Blondie?”

“I think you’re insane!” Shield Lass gasped.

After that conversation ended, the Leathergal with her hands on Vindiatrix’s left breast spoke up. “Mmmmm, I want to cover those tits with whipped cream and lick it all up!

“You can have whipped cream on that one. I want butterscotch on this one!” chuckled her opposite number on Vindiatrix’s right.

One of the minions rubbing Shield Lass’s feet cooed, “How do such soft beautiful feet deliver such hard vicious karate kicks? I just want to strip naked and lie on my belly and let these feet walk up and down my spine…” she sighed.

Another of the blonde sidekick’s masseuses remarked, “Such nice legs. I can hardly wait to get them wrapped around me.”

The heroines fell silent except for increasingly desperate gasps and moans as the sexual tension built with no prospect of release. The women on top of them also quit talking in favor of a soft background chant of, “In… Out… In… Out…” in rhythm with their synchronized thrusting action. The Leathergals who fondled and groped the duo continued their intermittent lewd commentary.

Meanwhile, the Baroness checked the monitors, making sure that she was getting enough material to work with. The camera coverage offered so many different angles that she could easily get a half-hour montage out of five minutes of filming. Just to be sure, she’d keep the cameras rolling for at least fifteen minutes, and preferably at least twenty.

This would be a long montage, but she was confident that it wouldn’t get boring.

She moved to one of the standing microphones to record a voiceover to be inserted fifteen or twenty minutes into the final cut. “By now, you’d think at least one of them would have reached climax. They want to climax, very badly. They simply can’t right now. That’s the other effect of the formula. They’re experiencing a level of prolonged sexual stimulation that should have given them two or three orgasms by now, but instead the pressure is going to build and build until they get the antidote.”

She made another mental note to insert particularly frustrated-looking facial closeups of both heroines at this point followed by a shot of herself looking particularly pleased with herself.

“However, the payoff will be well worth the price. When they do climax, it will be an irresistible pleasure that will irreversibly convert them to lesbianism.”

She let the scene play out another ten minutes or so, then did a final double-check. Yes, she had far more material than she needed, which would give her plenty of options for using the very best clips for the time-passage montage that would represent the Trusty Twosome undergoing prolonged sexual stimulation without release.

She gave the signal to proceed.

The Leathergals who had mounted Vindiatrix and Shield Lass disengaged themselves and jumped down from the platforms. The masseuse Leathergals pushed the two platforms together and linked their undercarriage supports to form them into a single unit resembling a queen-size bed.

Vindiatrix and Shield Lass took ragged deep breaths, opening their mouths wide to draw in extra air. Their faces were masks of tormented frustration. Cameras swiveled to capture closeups of the duo’s expressions from various angles.

Kristin returned, still wearing the naughty nurse outfit and holding the little black bag. Cameras moved in even closer as she stuck a swab into Vindiatrix’s mouth to smear a dollop of white gel onto her tongue

“Don’t swallow. This antidote is customized for your partner, not for you. She needs it to restore her ability to achieve orgasm.” She winked. “My medical recommendation is to apply it directly to her cunt.”

She then proceeded to administer the same treatment, and to give the same instructions, to Shield Lass.

With a sudden loud click, the wrist and ankle cuffs popped open.

Vindiatrix and Shield Lass blinked in surprise, flexed their arms and legs, and wildly pounced on each other. With every camera in the studio watching them, they maneuvered themselves into a tight sixty-nine, each grabbing the other’s head and pulling it into her own crotch.

Their hips and heads bobbed faster and faster until their bodies shook. They took a moment to come up for air, then dived right back in for another round as energetically intense as the first.

“Don’t they make a lovely lesbian couple?” the Baroness simpered into the voiceover microphone. “I daresay that now they believe what I said about how one sufficiently intense sexual experience can realign a woman’s preferences.”

The Trusty Twosome finally pulled apart. Each of them gasped, and then slowly exhaled. They looked intent upon starting Round Three as soon as they caught their breath after the first two.

The Baroness and the cameras watched as they did just that.

A squadron of boxy antigrav drones fired blobs of orange plasma at the walls of Montclaire Maximum Security Prison. Speaker grilles shone with red light that rose and fell with the volume of the mechanical voices chanting “Free Doctor Disrupto! Free Doctor Disrupto!”

“‘Free Doctor Disrupto toy with every MegaBurger!’” Quantress snarked, imitating the robotic chant as she closed in.

This one should be a simple turkey shoot, she thought. Better yet, the prison was surrounded by a lake, a landfill, and a cluster of old empty warehouses, minimizing the risk of collateral damage. She’d much rather fight out here than in downtown Heldeburg.

The chant ceased as several of the airborne machines turned toward her and blared “Unidentified flying object approaching.”

“Unidentified flying object? Do I look like a green alien babe from Captain Kirk’s porn stash?”

“Object identified as Quantress. Quantress is responsible for the incarceration of Doctor Disrupto.”

“Palladium Paladin helped! Sheesh, robots get no respect even from other robots.”

“Quantress is the enemy!”

“Aw, can’t we all sing ‘Kumbaya’ and be friends?”

The entire squadron turned toward the heroine and fired plasma blobs at her. She raised her forcefield to full power and projected a quantum force wall to block the attack. “I’m guessing that’s a ‘no’.”

The plasma splattered harmlessly as it hit the barrier. The heroine’s quantum-energy blasts were more effective, blowing up two of the drones. “Now, why don’t you tin cans just go home and let Doctor Disrupto serve out his sentence in peace?”

The robots responded to the quip as if it were a serious question. “It is our mission to free our creator. Free Doctor Disrupto! Free Doctor Disrupto!”

“It’s my mission to make sure he stays in prison where he belongs,” she taunted, affecting a sarcastic prissy voice. She didn’t know if the robots could be provoked, but the gibe might at least distract them from starting that stupid chant again.

It did, but only by replacing it with something even more annoying. “Seize Quantress! Restrain Quantress!”

“Sorry, not into bondage!” she replied as several flying machines broke formation and attempted to fly around the edges of the force wall. Despite her efforts to expand and redeploy the barrier, one of them succeeded.

Four jointed arms emerged from its undercarriage as it approached her. “Seize Quantress!” Claw grabbers unfolded from the end of each arm “Restrain Quantress!”

“Oh, great, I’m being propositioned by FetishBot 9000.” She disintegrated the drone with a full-power quantum blast. She maneuvered to gain altitude and put the sun behind her. That had been a classic aerial-combat tactic since the Red Baron, because it worked.

It also worked to derail the obnoxious robotic mantra, but not in an entirely good way.

“Solar interference impeding analysis of quantum energy signature.”

“That doesn’t sound good…” Well, it was good that the sun was interfering, but not good that these tin cans were collecting information about her powers. She should have expected something like that. Doctor Disrupto was a lunatic, but he was an engineering genius.

Judging from their chatter, his robots shared his tendency to yammer incessantly. Maybe she could exploit that…

“What do you mean, ‘analysis of quantum energy signature’?”

“These units are designed to analyze parahuman energy signatures and develop versatile countermeasures.”

That’s what she was afraid of. She’d better finish this fast.

Quantum energy beams hit two more drones dead center. They wobbled, then tumbled to the ground. They were out of the fight, but they hadn’t been blown to bits like the first two she’d blasted. That was a bad sign.

She shot down a few more flying robots. It was a race against the clock now to get them all before their “versatile countermeasures” rendered them immune to her attacks… or rendered her forcefields useless against theirs.

Well, she could be versatile, too. Quantress generated a “disco ball special” quantum energy orb and launched it toward the squadron. It didn’t really pack much punch; its energy was mostly dazzling visible light and dancing electrical sparks. It had two uses: a pyrotechnic party trick suitable for Fourth of July celebrations and a flash-bang burst to temporarily blind and disorient a foe.

It worked even better than she’d expected. The machines veered off course, and two of them collided in midair and fell to the ground. She did a quick count to assess the situation. Nine down, seven to go.

The remaining drones quickly recovered and launched another attack. The new plasma blobs moved faster than the previous ones and carried a distinct violet tinge. Several of them got through her force wall barrier. She retreated and evaded, then returned to counterattack.

Quantress dodged plasma attacks while shooting down the drones as fast as she could. Ten down… eleven… twelve. The next one managed to recover and remain airborne until she hit it with a second blast, and so did the one after that. That left two more—

Plasma energy struck her from behind, overwhelming her forcefield. Momentarily dazed, she started to fall before regaining her bearings. She turned around and spotted four flying gizmos… no, only two of them, she realized as her head cleared.

Both drones deployed grabber arms. “Seize Quantress! Restrain Quantress!”

“Shut up!” She was in no mood to crack jokes now. She fired an energy blast at one of the machines; it veered far off target. She flew an evasive corkscrew pattern while trying to get the sun behind her again. The drones pursued. One of the plasma blobs got alarmingly close, but she managed to avoid it.

As soon as she was confident of her aim, she threw a full-power quantum energy blast at one of the remaining targets. It hit dead center but had no apparent effect. She hit it again. It remained airborne and showed no sign of damage.

“Uh-oh…” she muttered. She thought furiously trying to come up with a tactic that might overcome the drones’ adaptive ability.

She got an idea. It was a risky idea she didn’t like at all. It was all she had, though.

Quantress projected a force wall bubble around the drones. A long thin line of quantum energy connected the enclosure back to her. She flew toward the ground at top speed, dragging the bubble and its contents behind her.

The drones opened fire. She dodged as best she could, but couldn’t deviate too far from straight-line flight without snapping the energy tether. A plasma blob grazed her, and the ground was alarmingly close by the time she came back to her senses.

At the very last moment, she let the bubble collapse and pulled out of the power dive, coming almost as close to blacking out as she had when she’d taken that last hit. She slowed down, turned around, and confirmed that the last two drones were smashed to bits on the ground.

Quantress took a deep breath to compose herself. Then she chuckled and brushed her hands together. “Well, that’s the end of another thrilling adventure!” she said, in a tone rather more lighthearted than she was feeling at the moment.

She spotted something flying toward her. She brought her forcefield to full power as she turned. Damn it, she was sure she’d gotten them all…”

It was Palladium Paladin. “I became aware of an attempt by Disrupto’s robots to facilitate his escape from prison. Do you require assistance?”

“No thanks, I’ve got everything squared away.” She pointed at the wreckage. “All that’s left is to call ATLAS so they can pick up the pieces.”

Baroness Blackleather watched the news report about Quantress’s victory. The comment that the heroine had prevailed despite the drones’ “adaptive technology” suggested intriguing possibilities.

The report mentioned that ATLAS had combed the site to collect what was left of Doctor Disrupto’s devices. She’d send her own people to search for anything they overlooked, but she didn’t expect them to find much. The Anomalous Technology Logistical Acquisition Service had a well-deserved reputation for thoroughness in that regard.

The agency also had a reputation for tight security, which was somewhat less well deserved. The Baroness had inside contacts who would provide her with every bit of information ATLAS gleaned from its study of the wreckage. With luck, she might get enough data to pre-calibrate her dissipator field generator to neutralize Quantress’s powers. Trapping and sedating Ethrienne for long enough to get an energy profile scan had been tricky enough; it would simplify matters if she was already prepared to neutralize a target with much stronger combat powers.

Even if that possibility didn’t pan out, she was bound to get something that would improve her chances of capturing Quantress and keeping her captured long enough to convert her into an obedient sex slave and porn starlet.

There was no point pursuing that line of thought any further until she had data to work with, however. For now, she started to review footage from this afternoon’s “sexual overload” scene.

She began with the obvious centerpieces: faux-Vindiatrix mounting Shield Lass and pseudo-Shield Lass humping Vindiatrix. Her work got off to a slow start, as many video clips that looked promising had to be rejected for inadvertently revealing that the strap-on wands had been tucked between the heroines’ thighs rather than thrust into their cunts.

That, rather than a squirt of perfectly ordinary lubricant, was the secret of staging the marathon sex scene with prolonged orgasm denial. As for their ability to put on the appearance of being pushed right up to the brink, the Trusty Twosome were now experienced adult actresses and quite talented at faking it convincingly when necessary.

Fortunately, the cuts left her with more than enough usable footage. The Baroness selected views of the costumed Leathergals moving into position atop their respective partners, clips of brisk hip-thrusting ride-her-cowgirl action, and low-angle shots of the body-double minions to show off both their well-toned muscles and their impressive bosoms.

She then reviewed the feeds from the cameras that had zoomed in on the bound heroines’ faces. After creating three folders for expressions of “resistance”, “desperation”, and “pleasure”, she selected choice candidates for each category. Effectively presenting the heroines’ progress through these stages would be crucial for properly portraying their sexual conversion via sexual overload followed by long-overdue frantic release.

There were several other angles to be considered, of course: The final montage would also include images of the Leathergal masseuses, closeups of bare arms and legs and tits and crotches and feet with additional closeups of hands delivering a sensual body massage to each of those body parts, and images of the Baroness herself lurking at the edge of the scene to supervise the action. She made a note to include several lingering closeups of the wrist and ankle cuffs as the captives futilely tugged at them. There had been comments on the SpandexGirlsex forums that Trapped by the Trollop Trainer from disappointed fans who had hoped for more visual focus on superheroine bondage, which some of them apparently found more arousing than bare bodies or even explicit lesbian action.

There was a knock on her office door. “Come in.” The door opened, and Vindiatrix stepped inside.

“I thought you’d be out on patrol by now,” the Baroness remarked.

“Shield Lass is covering for me. I was wondering if you’d like to join me for dinner and drinks at Lik-Mmm-Good.”

The Baroness was tempted. She was a regular patron of the lesbian bar, grill, and strip club, and so was Vindiatrix ever since her recruitment and conversion. “I need to review the footage we shot this afternoon,” she reluctantly replied. “But since you mentioned Lik-Mmm-Good, I’d like your opinion on an idea I’ve been thinking about for a while.”

“OK, what did you have in mind?”

“We both know how unfair and downright absurd it is that Shield Lass can star in adult movies because she’s eighteen, but she can’t set foot in Lik-Mmm-Good because she’s not twenty-one.”

Vindiatrix nodded.

“Well, I have an idea for a special event to celebrate her third anniversary as a costumed crimefighter. Obviously, since she had to be eighteen before the caped clique would let her join, she’ll be twenty-one then.” The Baroness didn’t know, or want to know, the Trusty Twosome’s secret identities, and that extended to personal information like birth dates.

“So then she’ll be able to get into Lik-Mmm-Good?”

“I see why they call you the supreme detective,” the Baroness deadpanned. “My idea is for Shield Lass to spend the evening at Lik-Mmm-Good promoting Baroness Blackleather Productions. She’d be the center of attention, meeting and greeting the fans, signing autographs, letting cute girls buy her drinks, going on stage and strip-teasing down to nothing but her mask while the band plays cheesy porno music, that sort of thing.”

“That sounds like something she’d enjoy.” Vindiatrix replied. After a brief awkward pause, she asked “Was there anything else?”

“No.”

Vindiatrix turned to leave.

“Just a moment. On second thought, we’re running ahead of schedule, so I can afford to let things slide a day or two. I think I shall join you, if the invitation is still open.”

“Of course it’s still open.” The heroine smirked. “I warn you, if you come with me tonight you might not have the energy to get any work done tomorrow!”

The Baroness grinned. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”