Kara Kilgrave, the former heroine known as Persuasion and the Purple Girl, struggled futilely against the cold metal straps that bound her to the padded, slightly tilted x-shaped table, purple skin glistening with sweat from her struggles and fear. She could tell that she was in some type of airtight glass chamber, both from the continuous sound of fans pumping fresh oxygen into the room and the fact that she could almost smell her own pheromones in the air. Once again stopping her struggles and feeling dismay at the situation, Kara stared at the IV tube in her arm through the tears in her eyes, wondering just how long she’d been kidnapped and put in this chamber. She knew that it’d been a while, since she occasionally slipped into fitful sleep, but for all she knew she was being knocked out with an odorless gas so she wasn’t about to judge based on that.

A sudden whirring noise above her caught her attention, and with a shudder she watched a sextuplet of flexible mechanical arms descend from openings in the ceiling to harass her once more. They had already scanned every inch of her several times over, from the tips of her shoulder length hair to the soles of her feet, even humiliatingly violating her womanhood during each exam, and taking numerous samples from blood to skin and hair. And now they were back, in greater numbers than ever.

Her hair flew in her eyes as Kara jerked her head back and forth, trying to avoid the rounded cups that approached the sides of her head, finally grimacing as they managed to capture her ears and hold her face still. Glancing down, she was able to see that two of the arms had three large pinchers on the ends of them, hovering above her heaving c-cup breasts, metal tips clicking open and shut in almost human anticipation. Another of the arms weaved back and forth over her stomach, it’s long bump filled length coated in a shimmering liquid. As her eyes widened in horror at what the object was, the final arm dropped directly in front of her, a long needle filled with a thick purple liquid glistening in the overhead lights.

“Scared Kara?”

Jerking in place, Kara tried to twist her head around to see who had spoken, the first voice she’d heard in days other than her own, finally realizing that the masculine voice came from the headphones over her ears. Swallowing hard, she tried to ignore the needle and dildo above her body and sound confidant.

“No, I’m not asshole. Alpha Flight will come looking for me, then kick your ass for good measure.”

The soft laugh that echoed through the headphones chilled Kara to the bone, letting her know that she was in deep trouble even both the voice spoke again.

“Alpha Flight isn’t going to come for you Kara. At best, you were a third stringer, kept around because your powers were too dangerous to be left unsupervised. And as an added bonus, after years of living around both your father and you, your mother is extremely susceptible to suggestion, even when not in your presence. As far as she’s concerned, you’re down in New York City looking for a job...So you see, you’re mine to do with as I please...”

Kara’s breath started coming in short gasps as she squeezed her eyes shut in panic at how alone she was, thus failing to see the dildo moving down and pausing in front of her hairless snatch, or the needle moving around to her arm. She found all of her attention focusing on the soft voice issuing from the headphones, sealing her fate.

“That needle is filled with a special concoction made from a combination of your father’s blood, skin and semen, as well your blood, skin cells and vaginal juice. It will render you vulnerable to your own powers, although you will only accept commands from me once your conditioning is complete. The best way to break down your mental barriers for conditioning happen to be through sexual pleasure, so you’ll be come quite familiar with my toys there. At first you’ll resist, but as you become more aroused against your will, your pheromones will make you desire it. It’s a rather nasty loop that I’m proud of, one that will eventually break any mental barriers you might have and allow my reprogramming to fully take root. Of course, I’m not expecting much resistance, since you’re just a scared little 21 year old girl...”

“I’m not a scared little girl...I’m a superhero, I’ve saved people...” Even as she spoke, Kara could feel the tears escaping her closed eyes and the squeakiness of her voice.

“You’re a slave Kara, a slave that is going to desire me fully after your conversion, a slave who will help me gather more slaves...”

With that, the needle plunged smoothly into her arm, pumping it’s vile contents into her bloodstream as she screamed in horror, shame and rage. As she bucked and raged against the manacles holding her in place, she could swear that she felt the foul liquid crawling through her veins, tainting her very soul. Any concerns about the disgusting fluid in her veins was driven from her mind though as the pincher tipped arms suddenly made their move on her breasts, and the thick dildo began slowly violating her womanhood.

Tears spilling from her eyes, Kara bit hard into her lower lip, shaking her head in denial as the one pincher tip latched onto her puffy, light purple left nipple and began pulling it painfully outwards, while the other spread open to encompass her entire right breast and began to vibrate and mechanically massage the orb, a small fan in the tip of the arm blowing alternating cold and warm air over it. Unable to avoid crying out in pain, Kara couldn’t tell which was worse, the cold efficiency of the pain or the mechanical tenderness. She realized that it didn’t really matter though, as she felt both her nipples growing hard under the assault, a faint smell of violets and lavender beginning to pervade her nostrils.

Kara stiffened in the restraints as she felt the cold metal dildo continue to slowly, agonizingly slide into her, legs shaking from the effort she made to try and close them. As the object continued to sink into her, she felt warm jets of liquid filling her most intimate passage, easing the path and simultaneously making her insides tingle. She moaned in discomfort as the dildo suddenly plunged into her slightly faster and then stopped, tears streaming down her face as she stared down her body at the small bulge the dildo made through her taut stomach. She tried desperately to pull herself up and away, but lost what little purchase she had and slid back down after a moment, the dildo sliding in even deeper than before. Kara’s eyes glazed over in pain at the fullness of her tight pussy, mind going completely blank except for the distant murmurings coming from the headphones. Slowly, her mind still unfocused by the forced pleasure and pain, she tuned in to the words being spoken to her as the pleasing scent that surrounded her grew stronger.

“You’re already a slave Kara. You always have been, you’ve just never known it. A slave to your powers, never knowing if someone is genuinely helping you or if they’re being manipulated by your abilities. A slave to your father’s influence, making you needy for other people, their approval and recognition. A slave to your subconscious need for structure in your life, to be ordered around without having to think too hard about it. All you need to do is accept and acknowledge that need to be controlled...You’re all alone Kara. Just admit it and you’ll be one step closer to happiness...”

Shaking her head, Kara squeezed her dark eyes shut, trying desperately to ignore the voice and pleasure that her body was starting to feel. It was hard though, with the oh so relaxing scent of flowers filling her entire body it seemed, her body beginning to settle against the table as she felt her muscles stop resisting and rest. As she lay back, eyes half closed with drowsiness and more than a hint of arousal, she refocused on the soft words being pumped into her.

“You will enjoy being a slave Kara. You’ll think for yourself, but you’ll only think and do that which pleases me. You will be able to be as sexual as you desire, never having to worry if a person is only with you because of your power. You will control others and receive pleasure from it, all in order to help me. Now tell me what you are...”

Sleepily, Kara barely moved her head from side to side, eyes completely glazed over, mouth barely moving as she muttered “I’m alone. I’m alone and only you can help me...”

As the arm massaging her breast began pinching at it, she felt her mouth drop open with a low moan of pleasure, back arching to meet the painful manipulation. The moan was replaced by a sharp cry of displeasure though when the dildo began sliding out of her, her body sagging in it’s restraints in an attempt to keep it in her. She needn’t have worried though, as the dildo rushed back into her, making a loud squish as it’s lubrication combined with Kara’s own increasing wetness. As her mind continued to be filled with promises of how much she would enjoy being a slave and her body was filled with pleasure, a smaller tentacle arm with a rounded end descended from the ceiling, heading directly for her clit.

With a buzzing sound, the newest arm began vibrating with enough force that Kara could feel it on her clit across the few inches that separated her from the machine, an accompanying shiver of need sweeping through her body. In some distant part of her mind she knew she should be feeling fear and revulsion, but the sweet intoxicating scent that permeated her took that fear away, replacing it with pure lust. The mechanical arms continued to maul and manipulate her breasts painfully even while causing her to moan with pleasure, and the dildo kept penetrating her, it’s bumps and dips stretching her most private spot, glistening with her juices every time it withdrew slightly. Slowly, her head dipped downwards, staring at the buzzing appendage with a combination of anticipation over what it would do, and confusion over why the wanted object wasn’t moving closer. As her body started to twist in pleasure against her bonds, tongue slowly sliding over her lips with the need to suck something, Kara realized dimly that she would have to make the move to touch her clit to the curious little object. She wasn’t sure if the idea to do so was her own or the man that was talking to her, but she quickly realized that it didn’t really matter. If it was her idea and it made her happy, then she knew it would probably make the unknown man happy. And if it was the strangers idea, well then it would definitely make him happy for her to obey him. Smiling at her logic, a single word spilled like honey from her lips as she lifted her hips, taking care not to dislodge the thick, pleasing phallus in her soaked pussy.

“Master...”

As Kara’s overexcited clit came in contact with the vibrating tip, her eyes snapped wide open, a scream of pure undiluted pleasure ripped from her lungs as her every nerve ending lit up. Her body convulsed and shuddered with release, painfully tugging away from the pincher arms, her pussy clamping down tight and hard around the oh so wonderful dildo that was lodged as deep in her as it could. Crying out incomprehensible swearwords, declarations and pledges, Kara felt the manacles around her wrists and ankles snap open, her body lodging painfully yet pleasurably on the dildo as gravity pulled her down, the vibrating tip staying with her clit and keeping her orgasms coming, the release growing stronger if anything even as her upper torso was contorted awkwardly by the unmoving arms gripping her breasts. Kara’s screams of pleasure became continuous, low moans of pleasure as her head sagged downwards, hair hanging in her eyes as she kept cumming and cumming, a small smile forming as she knew that her new master wouldn’t help her too soon...

Jennifer Walters, better known to the world as She-Hulk, yawned and stretched languidly in her bed, enjoying the late Saturday morning sun on her emerald skin. She’d been out late clubbing the night before, and was now looking forward to a quiet afternoon by herself, unburdened by any world threatening crisis or legal work. Slinking out of bed and down the hallway, she ran her fingers through her green tresses and stifled another yawn as she grabbed the paper and sat down in the small kitchen. As she leaned against the counter and stared out her window at the New York City skyline, a knock at the door caught her attention.

Opening the door, Jessica was surprised to find herself facing a young woman with strawberry blonde hair dressed in a rather skimpy postal worker outfit. The woman seemed a bit distracted, her gaze not entirely focused on Jennifer which was unusual considering her near seven foot height and perfect body packed into a red teddy.

“I have a package for you ma’am. You just have to sign for it.”

Frowning slightly, Jennifer took the proffered clipboard and jotted her name, looking over the postal worker once more.

“Where’s O’Brien today? He usually does this route...Julie.”

For a moment, the woman looked blank before finally meeting Jennifer’s gaze directly. “He’s out sick today Ms. Walters. He’ll probably be back tomorrow.” With that, the slender young woman handed Jennifer a small package and turned precisely on her heel, heading down the hall towards the elevator.

Shrugging to herself, Jennifer shut the door and went back to the kitchen, holding the box by her ear to make sure it wasn’t ticking. Sure, the explosion probably wouldn’t hurt her, but she didn’t want to mess up the apartment. Not hearing anything suspicious, she tore the plain brown shipping paper off, revealing a simple cardboard box, and inside that a bottle of perfume with a note. Reading it, she realized that it was a gift from a client that she’d defended almost a year earlier. If she remembered correctly, he was a web designer who had been accused of stealing advanced robotic diagrams from his employer, but there hadn’t been much evidence to solidly prove it. She’d been assigned the case pro bono, and now that he was working for a cosmetics company he’d sent a brand new perfume to her as thanks.

Smiling at the good that sometimes came out of being a lawyer, Jennifer held the perfume bottle up to the light, admiring it’s faint purple color. Carefully, she put some on her wrists and neck, inhaling it’s sweet scent. Frowning, she tried to place the familiar smell, able to detect lavender and something muskier that was on the tip of her tongue. Shrugging to herself, Jennifer got up and headed for the bathroom, deciding that she would shower before calling Wanda and seeing if she wanted to go shopping that afternoon.

In the bedroom, Jennifer paused in front of the full length mirror, staring at her body. For some reason, it looked a little more...intriguing today. Leaning in closer, she thought she saw a flash of purple in her eyes, before disregarding the thought and running her fingers along her cheeks and chin, shivering as her hands slid down her neck to the straps of her teddy. Slowly, she slid the straps off, first one shoulder then the other, gradually revealing her generous breasts and puffy nipples to her mirror image. Letting the teddy cling to and hang off her waist, Jennifer absent mindedly ran her fingers along the generous curves of her torso, shivering once again as she felt the overly sensitive nerves in her breasts respond. Licking one finger, she watched as her reflection brought it to her nipple, rubbing in circles until it became stiff under her fingers. Moaning, Jennifer began pinching and squeezing at that breast as her other hand repeated the motion until she was groping and fondling both DD sized breasts. For several long moments she kept energetically massaging her breasts, not noticing that the scent of the perfume seemed thicker and stronger in the smaller space.

Finally, Jennifer managed to pull her hands away from her breasts, instead pushing her teddy down the rest of the way and stepping out of it. She froze once again though, staring at the juncture of her thighs, wet from her arousing touch under the neatly trimmed patch of light green pubic hair. Slowly, both hands slid down her muscled stomach to her womanhood, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she brushed over her clit and felt the dampness that was there. For a moment, her slender jade fingers danced over the all too tempting slit, jolts of pleasure firing through her body before she distantly remembered that she wanted to go shopping that afternoon. Trembling and flushed with arousal, she managed to stumble to the shower and turn the water on as cold as it would go.

As she ran her fingers through her wet hair, Jennifer tried to ignore the urgent need she felt to masturbate, her thoughts struggling to stay on a legal brief that she had to make in the next week. However, her thoughts and hands both kept drifting lower until finally she was merely standing beneath the freezing cold spray, soapy hands openly playing with her slit while groping and fondling her breast. Moaning, she pulled her hands away once again, unable to understand why she had suddenly become so horny. Her entire body trembling with the need for sexual release, Jennifer managed to wash the soap off her emerald skin, kinky thoughts filling her mind with every moment that passed. Thoughts of the Thing tit fucking her, Ultron strapping her into one of his machines and raping her, the supermodel Mary Jane Watson eating her out, hell, even the thought of Bruce taking her from behind crossed her mind. Crying out, Jennifer continued to struggle against the lust that was building within her even as she plunged one set of fingers into soaking wet slit and licking the other before beginning to play with her rock hard nipples once again.

Throwing her head back, Jennifer felt the shower tile crack under the blow, chips of it getting in her hair as it fell to the floor. She couldn’t find it in herself to care though, as she kept rubbing and squeezing at her breast, pinching her nipples between her fingers until they throbbed with pleasure. As her fingers slid in and out of her soaking wet womanhood, she found herself wishing for any man to be there with her, hero or villain. She didn’t care, as long as they could fuck her hard and deep and take the edge off the irresistible arousal she was feeling.

Eyes clouded with lust, Jennifer stared out the hazy shower door, remembering belatedly that she had a custom made vibrator that was based on the Thing in her bedroom. If she could reach that, she’d be able to get herself off and...

With a shudder, a small orgasm rocked Jennifer’s body, translucent green honey spilling down her thighs and over her fingers even as her arousal jumped in intensity. Realizing that she’d never be able to stop masturbating long enough to get to her bedroom, Jennifer felt her eyes drift to the detachable shower head that was still pouring cold water over her. It wouldn’t be the same but still...she was desperate. Turning the water to just below boiling and trusting her invulnerability to protect her, she pulled the shower head loose and sank to the floor, focusing the powerful spray first on her aching breasts, then guiding it down her stomach to her eager snatch. As the spray hit her hypersensitive clit, Jennifer bucked and twisted, screaming out in pleasure as one hand shot up to her face to tenderly stroke her cheek. Sucking those fingers into her mouth, she ran them down her neck, shuddering with pleasure as she brought them back to her breasts, this time flicking and tweaking at the tender points.

As the water continued to assault her most precious spot, Jennifer tried focusing on a single fantasy but her mind kept jumping, as though any one erotic thought wasn’t enough for her. Magneto taking control of the iron in her body, forcing her to suck him off. Dr. Doom implanting her with a control chip and forcing her to fight the Fantastic Four. The Geek brainwashing her into a mindless bimbo and then fucking her as he did the same to other heroines. The Leader altering her DNA until she was nothing more than an organic fuck machine, taking out other heroes by fucking them to death. Being turned into a big breasted slut who only wanted to breed by the nuclear war that would turn the Hulk into the Maestro. Mephisto claiming her body and soul once more, turning her into a demon bride for him. Set taking control of her and the other female Avengers, fucking each of them until one was pregnant with a form he could possess. Seducing and fucking Hawkeye as plain old Jennifer Walters. Burying her face between the Black Cat’s tits, sucking on her no doubt huge nipples.

All those erotic ideas and more flooded her mind, each bringing her closer to orgasm. She ground herself against the shower head, desperate to cum, her body actually trembling with the need to release. Finally she ground her clit once more against the vibrating metal, a storm of pleasure exploding over her nerves as she writhed uncontrollably, toes curling and actually shattering the stall floor in places. Her thick juices squirted over her palm and onto the floor, swirling down the drain as she stared blankly, unable to summon the energy even to lift her hand and lick the tasty honey from her digits. In fact, she was too tired to do anything except sit there, her eyes becoming heavier and heavier from the exertion she’d just undergone, still not even questioning why she’d suddenly become so horny.

Jennifer was so wiped out by her gamma powered orgasm that she barely even blinked when the shower door slid open to reveal two women dressed in spandex. One was the young woman who had delivered the perfume, while the other was a woman in her mid twenties dressed in a black and green outfit, a metallic scorpion tail arching over her back and descending towards Jennifer’s unresisting body as she slipped into unconsciousness...

Jennifer slowly came to, blinking sleepily as her surroundings came into focus. She was in a cage of some sort, about the size used for a large dog. Reaching out, she pushed as hard as she could at the bars, realizing that they must be adamantium when she couldn’t bend them. For some reason, she knew she should be worried, but she wasn’t. Slowly, she pulled her fingers back and ran them along her sensual curves, shivering with pleasure as they came to her neck and found a thick leather collar with a metal loop in the front of it. She knew the collar meant something good, she just wasn’t sure what.

The creak of an opening door got her attention, prompting her to roll over and kneel on all fours, breasts pressing against the cold metal floor and one of the bars on top digging into her ass crack. Her eyes lit up and her pussy began to get wet as she gazed at the dark haired, well muscled man that had entered, a young woman she recognized as Persuasion from the old Alpha Flight team standing behind him wearing nothing but two rings through her nipples and another through her clit.

“Do you know who I am Jennifer?”

She nodded, recognizing the thirty something man as the one she’d defended the year before, the one that had sent her the perfume. “Yes. You’re...”

“I am your Master Jennifer. That is all you need to call me. Do you understand?”

Nodding eagerly once more, Jennifer clung to the concept of him as her Master with her whole being, instinctively knowing that he was right. She was wearing a collar and in a dog cage while he was free, so he was naturally her master, right? Looking at him hard, she was just able to make out the bulge of his hard cock in his jeans, a sight that sent her fingers sliding down to her bare pussy.

“If you’ll sign this Jennifer, I’ll let you out of the cage.”

Nodding yet again, Jennifer was eager to sign whatever her Master told her to. She just hoped she didn’t look like too much of a bimbo with all this incessant nodding. She’d gone to law school after all, although she didn’t think that impressed her Master much, what with her being his slave and all.

After the Master opened her cage door, Jennifer slunk out and stretched low to the ground before standing up and taking the clipboard with papers that Persuasion had been holding. Looking it over, she saw that it was a note typed on her private letterhead and typewriter judging by the smeared R’s, saying she’d been chosen to be part of an interdimensional group called the Exiles and didn‘t know when she’d be back. All she had to do was jot her name down, which she gladly did. Smiling, her Master ran his fingers down her cheek, coaxing a shiver of pleasure and need from her as he did so.

“Do you know why I captured you Jennifer?”

Jennifer felt herself pouting as she tried to think through the haze of lust that filled her brain, finally shrugging her shoulders slightly. “To beat any superheroes that might try to stop you from taking over the world?”

Laughing, the Master shook his head at her as she felt herself blush with embarrassment at her stupidity. “No slave, it’s to make money off of you. With money, I can buy all the influence I need to control things from behind the scenes, and no one ever knows it’s me pulling the strings. It’s a fair bit safer then sitting in a castle micromanaging everyone’s lives while heroes try to dethrone you I think...”

Curling her hair around one finger, Jennifer looked between Persuasion and the Master, trying to figure out how they would use her to earn money. “You’re going to have me rob banks then?”

Shaking his head again, the Master leaned in close and inhaled deeply along her neck, his fingers lightly across her nipples as she shivered with barely restrained need at his closeness. “I have something more fun planned for you Jen. But first I want you to do something for me. I want you to kiss Kara here.”

Tearing her eyes away from the Master’s, Jennifer looked at Kara with indifference. “But I don’t like girls Master. I’d much rather kiss every part of you...”

Leaning in behind her, Master’s voice was little more than a whisper in her ears. “Are you sure you don’t like girls Jen? You’ve never taken pleasure in hugging one, the feel of your breasts against their usually smaller ones? You mean to tell me you’ve never fantasized about someone famous eating you out, sucking on their breasts? Tell me the truth Jennifer...”

For a long moment, Jennifer couldn’t answer, merely staring at Kara and licking at her suddenly dry lips. Finally, her mouth moved slowly even as her fingers twitched although she still couldn’t form words.

“It would make me happy if you’d just try it Jen. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

Feeling her concerns and inhibitions melt away, Jennifer smiled and nodded, shyly approaching Kara. Unsure of herself, she awkwardly put her arms around the shorter woman, bending down and lightly pressing jade lips to Kara’s purple ones. At first, the kiss felt emotionally cold and uncomfortable, but as they held it Jennifer felt herself beginning to relax, a pleasant scent filling her nostrils. A distant part of her mind realized that it was similar to the perfume that she’d been sent, but she didn’t really care as her hands slid down Kara’s back, eagerly massaging her tight ass cheeks as she pressed her larger breasts against Kara’s smaller ones. A groan of pleasure escaped her locked lips as Kara slid her tongue deep into her mouth, teasing out her lust. Jennifer slid her fingers along Kara’s back, reveling in the slender woman’s shiver of lust, Kara’s slender purple digits massaging her tight emerald ass cheeks.

“Enough Jennifer, Kara.” Both women immediately stopped and separated, even though they were still panting with lust and eyeing each other. But, the Master had given them an order and they would obey it even unto death. “Follow me slaves.” Eagerly, the two followed the Master down a short metal hallway and through a heavy steel door onto a catwalk overlooking a large warehouse. There were thin walls dividing the room into several rooms that were made too look like different rooms of a stereotypical supervillain lair, with video cameras set up in each of them. Sitting on top of a steel table in one of the rooms were the two women that had obviously snatched Jennifer from her apartment, fondling and rubbing against each other until they caught sight of the Master and they eagerly rushed over to the trio, a nipple piercing on the topless blonde jingling as she did so.

“Jennifer, you’ve already met my two other slaves. Julie Power you may remember as Lightspeed from that insufferable group Power Pack that was around when you were part of the Fantastic Four. I don’t believe you’ve ever encountered Elaine Colls, but she’s better known as the supervillain Scorpia. I captured both of them as a trial run before going after you, since only a complete moron would go after an Alpha class hero without testing their method of enslavement. Anyways, Scorpia will be your costar this time around.”

“Costar Master?”

“This is how you’re going to make money for us Jennifer. Superhero porn movies to sell on the web. You’ll go by the name Slut-Hulk or something, and no one will ever guess that it’s the real She-Hulk willingly fucking herself silly like a common whore. You will be willing of course.”

A small, extremely distant part of Jennifer’s mind cried out that this was wrong, that she should fight the control this man was exerting over her, but it was quickly shushed by the part that wanted to obey her newfound Master and explore her budding bisexual tendencies. She found herself nodding eagerly and eyeing Scorpia’s skintight black and green costume, her metal tail rubbing gently between Lightspeed’s damp costume legs. She only broke off her stare when the Master handed her a script, then kissed her long and deep as she noticed for the first time that he was actually as tall as she was. As her pussy got wetter as the intimate kiss went on, she began pressing it against his pant leg, even as he reached between them and began toying with her breasts. Before she was anywhere near close to getting off though, the Master stopped and stepped away from her, grinning at her obvious need.

“You’re to do nothing tonight but learn that script, eat, and go to sleep. You will not masturbate, no matter how horny you may get, and you will not seek out anyone’s help in getting off. Do you understand Jennifer?”

Looking at the other women, who seemed as happy as her with the situation, Jennifer nodded meekly at her instructions, knowing she’d never dare defy her Master...

The next afternoon, Jennifer found herself kneeling under a vibranium bar that her wrists were tied to, a one piece bathing suit with an opening cut over her cleavage and transparent material over her stomach and lower breasts as well as matching boots barely keeping her assets in check. The night before, she’d done exactly as the Master had ordered her even though reading the script made her horny as hell, and as a result she’d already blown some takes this morning by getting too turned on and soaking through her costume before she was supposed to. That, and the body paint they used to make her look normal had kept wearing off, but she was back to her natural color for the afternoon shoot. Now they were getting to the good part though, and she was more eager then ever to get the scene done correctly.

Nearby, Scorpia was ranting about how she was going to destroy her and then take over the world. At the right time, Jennifer began straining against her bonds, eventually snapping them as Scorpia screamed in frustration.

“NO! You won’t defeat me this time Glamazonia!” As Jennifer surged to her feet, Scorpia’s tale came flying towards her, smashing into her stomach and sending her sailing backwards through the flimsy wall into the next room. Grunting with exertion, Jennifer picked up one of the old 1950 style computer banks and hurled it at Scorpia as she came clambering through the wall, eyes widening in surprise as Scorpia cut it in half with her tail, the pieces falling to either side of the villainous.

Opting for a more up close approach, Jennifer threw herself at Scorpia, connecting a solid blow to her lightly armored stomach, a loud whoosh of air accompanying the blow. As the brunette villainess doubled over, Jennifer followed up with a far lighter uppercut, just strong enough to knock her through another wall. Climbing through after her, Jennifer smiled triumphantly at the villainess laying dazed on the floor between her feet.

“Your days of crime are over once again Scorpia. Your evil will never triumph the good championed by Glamazonia!” Unfortunately, Jennifer didn’t notice Scorpia’s tail arching upwards behind her until it smashed into her skull. Stumbling, Jennifer tried to recover as Scorpia regained her own footing, sending her tail smashing into her bare stomach and knocking the breath from her body. As Jennifer sank to her feet, she felt the cold metal of the tail wrapping around her neck, Scorpia laughing wildly as a thick purple gas suddenly sprayed out of the tail’s tip.

“Nooooo...” Jennifer could only manage a weak moan as the effects of the gas overtook her, her mind clouding immediately with lust. The tail released her as quickly as it had latched on, Scorpia taking a step back as the effects became even stronger, leaving Jennifer to paw at her body as she sank to the floor.

“I don’t know what’s come over me...I’m so HORNY! I have to get out of these damn clothes, now! They’re too hot and confining...”

Even as she managed to moan her lines, Jennifer was ripping off the simple costume, leaving it in tattered pieces on the metal floor. Lucky for her, she didn’t have to act out this part, really needing to masturbate to try and relive the feelings the gas gave her. As she rubbed desperately at her breasts and pussy, she stared with lust filled eyes at Scorpia’s tail as it drifted closer to her panting lips, finally sticking her tongue out to lick the cold metal tip. The idea was spoiled though as Scorpia laughed and flicked the tail quickly towards Jennifer’s face, smashing her dead on in the nose and sending her skidding backwards through yet another flimsy wall.

As she lay there dazed, still absent mindedly groping her tits, Jennifer slowly became aware of a faint humming noise coming from behind her. Rolling over, her green eyes widened in genuine shock at the sight of a 6 foot tall robot that looked somewhat like a pepper shaker with a broad base and narrower, rounded top. Several flexible tentacle arms ending in various attachments emerged from the numerous bumps that covered it’s body while a single rigid arm had a near Hulk sized vibrator attached to it. It’s golden body gleamed in the artificial light as it floated closer to her, a more high pitched, almost excited hum coming from it.

“What...What is that? This isn’t supposed to happen!” Unable to stop attempting to pleasure herself, Jennifer was forced to awkwardly crawl away from the robot, although she quickly realized that she couldn’t escape in her current condition. Looking up, she saw Scorpia standing in the hole she’d just made, laughing at the emerald babe’s predicament.

“Always expect the unexpected my enemy, It’s what makes life so interesting! Now be a good little prisoner and submit to the Dilak!”

Jennifer felt her jaw go slack in horror as the robotic monstrosity grabbed her bare leg with one of it’s tendrils, dragging her back even as she clawed deep scratches into the floor with her desperation. It flipped her over with just as much ease, the cold unfeeling gaze of it’s single robotic eye making her shiver with terror. As she came to rest at it’s base, two arms that seemed to be tipped with plungers descended towards her thrashing chest, capturing her large globes with ease and attaching with an audible sucking noise. She moaned and arched her back into the pressure, feeling her suddenly achingly hard nipples press against the curved tops of the cups. As cool air blew from the connecting tubes across her tits, Jennifer moaned and squirmed at the feel of nearly being milked, the gripper cups alternately sucking at her, so lost in the sensations that she didn’t even resist when four arms ending in grippers grabbed her arms and legs and hoisted her into the air.

Any trepidation she felt was quickly vanquished as a dildo ended tentacle wrapped around her throat and then slid into her mouth, filling it with a sweet taste. To her surprise, the Dilak didn’t immediately pull her onto it’s main dildo, instead turning her so that her limbs were thoroughly ensnared by the flexible tubes, then positioned her so her thighs were level with Scorpia’s face.

Jennifer squealed around the dildo in her throat as the obvious happened, Scorpia’s thumbs digging into her tight ass cheeks and spreading her pussy lips even as her tongue invaded her dripping snatch and began lapping up her sweet juices. She wriggled ineffectively in her impromptu restraints as Scorpia’s tail expertly whipped around and tore off all of it’s mistress’s clothes except the harness holding it on, leaving Jennifer to stare in awe at the smaller woman’s toned body. Her nipples were already hard and erect, the sweat from their fight glistening on her body as she continued orally rape Jennifer, her short brown hair tickling Jennifer as she continued to buck and moan, as her tail swept around behind Jennifer.

Jennifer’s entire body jerked skywards and contorted as she felt the dildo in her throat begin vibrating at the same time that she felt the cold length of Scorpia’s tail wrap around her waist and come to rest between the cups covering her breasts, it’s sharp tip sliding up and down inches from her occupied mouth. She groaned in pain as she felt her breasts forcibly pulled tighter around the tail even as she nearly orgasmed from the feel of it. A moan of disappointment managed to escape her lips as Scorpia fingering and licking her slit, instead grinning maliciously at the green hued heroine as she continued to weakly struggle against her metallic bonds and be forcibly tit fucked.

“You like this, don’t you slut? You like being raped and made into a whore, don’t you?” When Jennifer didn’t answer, Scorpia drew her hand back and slapped her clit, sending the jade giantess writhing and screaming in pain even as pleasure shot through her body. Her lips struggled valiantly around the massive dildo filling her mouth, but right as she managed to start mumbling a response, a thick musky cream began squirting down her throat, gagging her before she managed to start swallowing it on her own. As a result though she couldn’t respond, and Scorpia hit her again, and again, each shot bringing back the combined pleasure and pain. As she continued to be assaulted, Jennifer noticed that Scorpia’s tail was beginning to twitch and rise from her cleavage, curving upwards and aiming down at her face mere seconds before it ejaculated thick globs of a purple liquid directly onto her face. The effects of the cream and the clit spanking on Jennifer was immediately visible and quite profound as she came, almost blowing out the audio equipment hidden in the walls.

Lower jaw feeling like it was going to break as she screamed around the still squirting dildo, Jennifer shook and twisted in her flexible restraints as sweat flew from her body, her legs actually pulling the restraining tendrils together as she locked her hips around Scorpia’s shoulders. Her juices squirted fast and hard across the other woman’s face, soaking the front of her hair and sticking it to her forehead as the cups over her breasts continued to suck and pull, small feathery touches now joining the sensations playing across her orbs. Groaning, Jennifer arched her back into the sensations, continuing to squirt cum as she came down, Scorpia eagerly lapping up as much as she could, her slender fingers digging into Jennifer’s tight asshole and lifting her hips even closer. Finally, the slender villain had drunk her fill and stepped back, wiping her chin off and the sucking the juices from her palm. As Jennifer hung there, head resting against her generous chest, she could actually feel the cream on her face being absorbed into her skin and realized that it must be a more concentrated form of the perfume that she’d been sent. Before her musings could go any further though, Scorpia spoke up.

“You really are just a common whore, aren’t you? Willing to give it up to anyone, or anything. Just admit it you big green slut.”

With an audible pop that caused Jennifer to shiver with pleasure, the dildo in her mouth pulled free, a thick tendril of purple spunk connecting it to her lips for a moment before she answered. “I’m...I’m not a slut...”

The strike from Scorpia’s tail was quick and painful, leaving Jennifer’s cheek red and sore as the villainess frowned at her. “That’s not what I’m thinking. I think you’d make a wonderful slave for an Arab sheik or the such. But if you just admit what a wanton slut you are, I’ll knock you out and let you go where we found you, capesh?”

Feeling her eyes tear up, Jennifer’s voice almost cracked as she replied. “...Okay. You win Scoria. I’m a slut. I’m a big, easy green whore who likes getting fucked by anything I can get my legs around. Is that good enough for you?”

For a long moment, Scorpia seemed to consider it before breaking out in a wide grin. “Nope. Not good enough by a long shot Glamazonia. Dilak, Sexterminate her!”

With an incomprehensible electronic screech, the Dilak easily flipped Jennifer so that she hung face down with her breasts nearly touching the floor, the feel of the enormous primary dildo pressing against her cunt causing her to gasp in fear. That gasp became a scream as the Dilak suddenly penetrated her fully with no warning or pretense, actually feeling her most intimate spot stretching to accommodate the metallic invader, her eyes filling with tears that quickly flowed down her cheeks. Jennifer thrashed wildly, muscles taut as she tried once more to break free from her robotic rapist, knowing all the while that it was useless even as the Dilak began to twist and rotate it’s enormous member as it mechanically drilled it in and out of her dripping snatch. She was thus shocked when the cups milking away at her breasts suddenly unattached, retracting out of sight even as the tendrils restraining her hands slackened slightly.

With a triumphant cry, Jennifer yanked her arms inwards, intent on tearing the tendrils clean out of the Dilak’s body, when she felt a fistful of her green tresses grabbed in a fist and yanked upwards. For the first time she noticed that Scorpia was standing in front of her, moaning as the Dilak’s nipple cups now suckled on her, dripping womanhood mere inches from Jennifer’s upturned face.

“You’re my bitch now. Now, play with your tits and lick my pussy, or I’ll make sure the entire world knows your secret identity...”

Slowly, quietly crying more than ever, Jennifer did as she was told, fingers gently beginning to rub and squeeze her breasts even as she snaked out her tongue and ran it along her new Mistress’s wet slit, shivering slightly at the sweet taste. After that, she became more eager and her licking more aggressive, flicking Scorpia’s clit with her tongue and pinching and squeezing her breasts with abandon as she surrendered completely to her defeat.

“Oh God...you little slut, you’ve done this before, haven’t you? And I bet you’re getting off on it this time, aren’t you?”

Jennifer didn’t reply verbally as Scorpia yanked her face closer to her snatch, her nose bumping against the villain’s clit and making the brunette squirm with pleasure. As she proceeded to explore every inch of her mistress’s soaking wet slit, Jennifer continued to fondle her own aching tits, her pussy sore and raw as it continued to be pounded at by the Hulk sized dildo. Finally though, the pain in her breasts was too much and Jennifer let her hands fall back towards the floor, even as the Dilak continued to not only twist and drill into her, but actually pull her back so the impalement was even deeper. The pain didn’t even have time to abate though before she felt her arms yanked tightly up and behind her back, forcing her breasts to jut outwards even more.

Before Jessica could really contemplate her new position, a whistling sound filled the air followed by a sharp crack and her scream of pain. Twisting in her bonds, she saw Scorpia’s tail retreating upwards before descending once again with a whistle, cracking her flat across her ass once more. As she cried out once again, she sought out Scorpia’s eyes and pleaded silently, only to be met with an amused grin and shake of her Mistress’s head as the tail descended once more and connected with firm but still vulnerable flesh.

“I didn’t say you could stop playing with yourself slave. Now the Dilak will just have to do it for you...”

Jennifer’s eyes widened as she felt numerous slender metal tentacles sliding around her body, their cold touch making her shiver, a feeling that only grew more pronounced when she saw the sharp pincher tips on two of them glistening in the overhead lights and clicking ominously mere inches from her proud, jutting nipples. With a movement almost too fast for her eyes to follow they latched onto her with mechanical strength and precision, nearly piercing her supposedly invulnerable flesh all the way through. She had no doubt that if she’d been human at the time, she’d be getting fitted for a pair of nipple rings within moments. As it was, she merely cried out in agony as the pinchers began pulling her heavy orbs downwards, even as Scorpia continued to punish her upraised ass and the Dilak drilled her again and again, literally lighting up every nerve with pleasure when it started hitting her with light electrical shocks both inside her vulnerable pussy and through the appendages enveloping her body. After a few moments the shocks became more centralized, and to her amazement her tired limbs actually twitched in response, then her hand raised up and slid down Scorpia’s leg in uneven spurts. Her tired mind finally wrapped itself around the fact that she had become nothing more than a puppet for the Dilak, but she was so far gone with pleasure and exhaustion that she actually rejoiced in the thought of not having to do it herself.

With nothing to focus on, her mind quickly became lost in the haze between pleasure and pain and Jennifer found herself moaning as her full lips were jerkily lifted back to Scorpia’s slit, driving her strong tongue deep into her snatch and taking in as much of her sweet juices as she could. With coaxing from the electricity, her tired fingers came up and slid into the wet heaven before her, coaxing even more juices and moans of pleasure from the brunette to the delight of both of them. Face buried in her former enemies snatch, Jennifer could feel the other woman’s body quivering with the need to orgasm, only one slender hand now only casually running through her thick locks while the other played with another part of her body. Feeling how close she was to making the other woman cum, Jennifer felt her own desire beginning to crest and attacked the pussy in front of her even more enthusiastically.

With a small cry Scorpia began cumming, the mechanisms of her tail reacting to the spasms of pleasure wracking her body and slamming hard against Jennifer’s ass, thighs and lower back. As the further abuse sent shivers of pleasure racing up her spine Jennifer came herself, the pressure in her pussy building as the massive dildo wouldn’t allow her cream to exit and in fact began pumping warm fluids into her until she thought she would die. Finally, the Dilak withdrew quickly and Jennifer’s pussy literally exploded, coating the front of the Dilak in her secretions and screaming into Scorpia’s pussy and taking in a mouthful of girl cum as she did. Choking and spitting, Jennifer continued to shudder in the Dilak’s grip as it kept abusing her pussy and nipples, half from the pleasure coursing through her veins and half from the electrical bursts that were still manipulating her weakened limbs. Under the Dilak’s control Jennifer’s hands lifted free of Scorpia’s honey soaked cunt, catching her by the tits as the exhausted villainess collapsed forward. Guiding her one time nemesis towards the floor, Jennifer kissed her long and deep, tongue sliding into the brunettes mouth and giving her a good taste of her own cum in the process. As the Dilak unwrapped her from it’s bondage, both women collapsed to the floor, giggling and running their hands over each other until the Master’s voice rang out.

“And cut! You were perfect ladies, we got everything in one take.”

Looking up, Jennifer and Scorpia saw the Master standing next to a tripod mounted camera that had been hidden by a false wall, Julie kneeling with her back to them as she sucked the Master off. Between her legs lay Kara, eagerly eating out the blonde teenager as she drove a humming vibrator in and out of her own pussy. At the sight of their Master and fellow slaves, Jennifer and Scorpia untangled themselves from each other and tried to join them, but both were too weak and sank back to the floor after staggering a few feet. At the command of a simple hand motion, Julie sank down to form a 69 with Kara as the Master himself approached the two exhausted porn stars, his cock heavy with arousal and hanging over their faces and precum dripping between them as he slowly masturbated.

“An impressive show there girls. Would you like a reward for being such good sluts? Fuck, I bet you’ll orgasm as soon as I cum on you...”

Moaning with desire for the thick man cream, both women helped each other to their knees and pressed their breasts together, mouths open and eyes wide as the Master began jerking off faster, droplets of cum catching on their hair and faces as he did so. Both women groaned with need, wanting so badly to be giving the Master a hand or blow job but refraining since he hadn’t commanded it. Finally, as Julie and Kara continued to scream and orgasm in the background the Master came, his cum covering Jennifer and Scorpia’s faces and breasts in thick strands, both women orgasming once more as they had not so subtly been commanded. As the duo collapsed back to the floor they distantly heard Julie and Kara cumming as well, falling into sleep even as the Master continued to jerk off and coat their slave bodies with his cum...

The Master watched from just outside the office as Jennifer brushed a lock of brown hair out of her eyes as she leaned over the desk, sighing as she poured over the legal documents in front of her. With the expansion of his porn business, she’d been put in charge of reviewing and handling the legal affairs of the business in addition to keeping track of the various shoots and starring in several movies a month herself. Glancing up and blinking, she smiled at the reflection of her five foot five human body in the window, wearing the harem outfit she and the other girls had decided on. It consisted of nothing more than a metal disc failing to cover each large nipple, the dark areola contrasting erotically with her fair skin. The discs were connected by thin gold chains, as well as a gold chain that encircled her waist and from which dangled two translucent strips of green silk. Grinning, she ran her fingers along her taut belly and down to her completely shaved nether lips, clearly taking delight in the soft feel of the silk against her slit and clit. Continuing to slowly pleasure herself Jennifer went back to reviewing the contract of their latest star, Ricochet. He’d come looking for Julie two weeks before but quickly fallen to Kara’s mind control and was now willing to star in the Master’s movies as long as Julie was with him.

“How goes it my pet?”

Grinning even wider, Jennifer spun around and threw her hands around the Master’s neck, eagerly pressing her lips against his as she frenched him. As his hands drifted to her nearly bare ass and pulled her closer she gladly ground her hips forward, thrilling as always at the feel of already twitching cock. Finally and with a fair amount of reluctance she broke off her welcome and turned back to the files, making sure to properly show off her body as she did so.

“Well, we’ve got Eros coming in next week for his movie with Crystal, and we received the payment from Darkling for his shoot after he saw the test footage of Firestar and Dagger that he asked for. Oh, and Jessica, Julie and Mattie left a few hours ago after finishing ‘Kiss of the Spider-Women.’ Other than that, everything’s the same as when you left for the weekend.”

Smiling, the Master ran his fingers along Jennifer’s bare back, taking delight in the unrepressed shiver of pleasure that he caused. “I’m especially proud of you Jennifer, did you know that? You were so strong and self sufficient, and here you’ve so willingly and eagerly embraced enslavement from me. And the money that you’ve earned for me, well, I thought you deserved a reward so Kara and I picked you up someone this weekend. Monica, come here.”

The Master watched in approval as Jennifer’s eyes widened at the sight of Monica Rambeau, the Avenger formerly known as Photon entering the room. The young black woman was completely naked except for a purple collar with a chain leash attached to it that she held in her hand, eyes downcast as she approached her the duo before her.

“She’s all yours to do with as you please Jennifer. I figured that you could use her as a personal assistant or the such.”

Smiling herself, Jennifer ran her fingers down the sides of Monica’s cheeks, cupping her chin and raising it so their eyes met. “Oh, I’m sure I can find something personal for her to assist with Master. But first, we really should both thank you...” With that, Jennifer took the lead from Monica’s slack hand, guiding the young woman to a kneeling position in front of the master and placing her slender fingers on his groin. Groaning, it took all of His will not to hump forward against her hesitant fingers, her breath warm even through His jeans.

“Unzip him Monica. He’s your Master now and you have to show him proper reverence. So unzip him and take his cock into your slut mouth Monica, do it now.”

With a vague nod, Monica did as she was commanded, unzipping Him and actually recoiling slightly as his 11 inch cock slid out and nearly hit her. Hesitantly, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft as she kissed the tip of it as Jennifer pulled her top off and slid behind her and reached around, cupping her full breasts and caressing the dark nipples.

“That’s it Monica, just give in to your lust for the Master. You can feel it building in you, burning you up until you need to release it by submitting to him, pleasuring him, submitting to HIM.”

Nodding more confidently, Monica enthusiastically took His cock in, swirling her tongue down along the length of it as she fondled His balls, slowly working her way down the length of it until she began gagging with 7 inches of meat puffing out her cheeks. A moan escaped her lips as the Master grabbed both her and Jennifer by the hair and yanked her face forwards, another three inches sliding into her throat until her pert little nose was almost buried in His pubic hair, Jennifer’s face resting on her shoulder. As Monica continued to gag and struggle with the monster cock in her mouth, Jennifer leaned in and began peppering the Master’s balls with light kisses while one hand slid down to Monica’s thighs, teasing at the new slave’s clit and the other continued to play with her left tit.

Groaning, the Master began slamming His hips towards His two slaves, balls slapping against Monica’s chin as she continued her struggle to breathe, Jennifer’s full lips tracing a soft path down her neck leading to Monica’s hand taking over for Jennifer’s in finger fucking herself, leaving the brunette free to play with her own clit. Tossing his head back, the Master squeezed his eyes shut in disbelief at how good a cock sucker Monica was, never having pegged the former Avenger as such a natural born slut.

As Monica and Jennifer continued to finger themselves, the Master moaned as he felt Jennifer cup His balls once more, massaging them and urging him closer to orgasm. Leering down at His favorite slave, he entangled His fingers in Jennifer’s silky hair and yanked her head upwards, the look of pain, submission and adoration on her face pushing Him over the edge. Feeling himself tighten up, the Master lost what little resistance he had to the two gorgeous Avengers, his cock twitching and hitting the roof of Monica’s mouth as he started to cum. Gagging, some of that first cum blast came out of her nose and splattering on his cock as he pulled it free, thick streamers of spunk crisscrossing Monica and Jennifer’s upturned faces.

The Master’s loud pants filled the air as both women reached up and began jerking him off, prolonging the cum shower that quickly drenched their faces and dripped off their chins to coat the curves of their breasts. Monica was the first to stop, a single sharp squeal signaling the start of her own orgasm, juices dribbling out around her fingers and onto the carpeting as her muscles convulsed, dropping her to the ground in pleasure. Jennifer lasted a minute or so longer, straddling Monica’s stomach and sucking on the Master’s softening and hypersensitve shaft and causing him to shiver in pained pleasure before she too exploded with release, green love juices coating and contrasting with Monica’s thighs as she slowly sank down next to her. Quaking, the Master managed to remain standing for a long moment before he too sank down between the two beauties, head coming to rest on Jennifer’s soft chest pillows, the sound of her hammering heart and heavy breathing music to his ears as he slowly traced Monica’s gentle curves.

“Welcome to Purple Passion Pictures Monica...I know you’ll be happy here...”