Day 20: Struggling To Control

"Nice job, nice job!" A voice shouted, a voice familiar to make Trina spin around and stare at the source with wide eyes. Immediately, Trina tensed up her legs to leap towards him, only to end up falling to her knees instead, her legs suddenly failing her. "Rhenium, who would've guessed?"

"...What... what are..." Trina managed to grunt out as her arch-nemesis, the man she'd sworn she'd defeated for good, casually walked up to her.

"A doll, basically, entirely made of rhenium; that's what you just defeated." Trina's arch-nemesis said, crouching down to get to Trina's eye level before he reached up and pulled the mask off of his face. Instantly, Trina's eyes widened, all of her near-lifelong frenemy's unexplained absences. "Every punch, every kick, every time you breathed near it, it slowly started to weaken you. And now, you're-"

"WHY?!" Trina managed to shout, unable to do anything as her arch-nemesis gently brought his hand to her chin and began to caress it.

"I told you, Earth belongs to humanity." Her arch-nemesis said gently as Trina heard the ruckus of concrete moving behind her, right where she'd recently launched that week's enemy. "How many millions of graves are there, just because your people landed here and tried to take over?" He taunted, leaning his face down close, close enough that Trina could feel his breath on her face. "Half-breed or not, you're still worthy of humanity's vengeance..." He trailed off with a smirk as Trina heard the sound of heavy footsteps walking up to her from behind. "...And a perfect tool for humanity's reprisal."

"...Pat, what-" Trina began to say, attempting to appeal to her frenemy's civilian name before a forceful kiss silenced her next words. As her arch-nemesis pulled his face back, he bit down hard on Trina's bottom lip before releasing it, although Trina's constitution meant she felt no pain, essentially more than a slight prickly feeling. Gritting her teeth, she prepared to shout... although she wasn't sure what she'd end up going with quite yet. An accusation, a question, maybe a half-hearted plea... ultimately, though, Trina wasn't able to say a thing, as she felt something touch the back of her head, pressing up against her, before it sank inside.

"Using another's creativity as a building block is humanity's greatest ability, Trina." Her archnemesis said as Trina's body convulsed wildly, her eyes crossing as they slowly started to roll back into her head. "Right now, that thing entering you, stripping control away? Inspired by this black, round ball that switches between being an eyeball and a mouth. Any guesses what happens when it enters a body, Trina?"

Trina was unable to answer, let alone think about what was being asked of her. She could only sit there, on her knees, her chin stroked by someone she considered a... complicated friend. Her outfit, consisting of boots, thigh-highs, and a leotard, all designed specially for optimal movement and durability for her and her powers, began to become a dark, almost black shade of purple. Likewise, her electric blue hair followed suit, first gaining a streak of the dark color before said streak rapidly became wider and wider, encompassing every lock of hair in a flash. A bulge under her skin slowly began to form around her neck before a similarly colored choker popped out; a black eyeball sat directly under her chin. Then, a shudder and a groan as a thumb wiped off a bit of dribble from the corner of her mouth as Trina's eyes regained focus, now a dark crimson red.

"There we go... how we feeling, Trina?" Her archnemesis chuckled as Trina's eyes slowly blinked and a grin began to crawl across her face. Except, before "she" could actually answer, her hand reached up and slapped away the one on her chin.

"GET... OUT!!" Trina gutturally shouted, her fists slamming into the concrete below her. Her body began to shake, the dark, dark purple starting to fade from her outfit and hair. She began to pant, letting out a groan as a black half of a sphere slowly began to emerge from the center of her forehead.

"No, no, that won't do, Trina." Trina heard, a moment before the hand of her archnemesis returned to her chin, guiding her hazy gaze upwards. He clicked his tongue a few times, gently pushing the black sphere back with a single finger as he used his other hand to tug downwards on the waistband of his pants.

Trina's hair and outfit became dark once again as her mouth and throat were plugged with her archnemesis' manhood. She managed to fight back, just enough to shoot a glare and tense up her legs, to build up enough strength to go for a headbutt and launch him away. As hot, sticky baby batter traveled down her throat, however, the resistance was extinguished.

Trina fell forward, her body moving against her will to swish around the last bit of salty, thick liquid still in her mouth before swallowing it. A sigh, a pleased, satiated sigh, escaped her lips as they began to smile. A smile that turned into gritted teeth as Trina, again, fought with every fiber of her being... even as the bottom of her leotard was pulled to the side.

Trina's fight inadvertently shifted as the thick meaty cock slammed into her womanhood. In an instant, it was no longer about fighting overwhelming, unrelenting odds that were stripping away any vestige of control. Instead, purely on accident, Trina had shifted her willpower into keeping her mouth shut, to keep the moans from leaking out, and was actually succeeding... until she felt another shot of hot spunk enter her body.

Spasming with pleasure on the ground, Trina managed to actually gain ground. She was able to will her hands to claw at the ground, to drag her forward. Her body, despite climaxing all over the cock of her arch-nemesis, managed to get a little bit away... until she was suspended in the air.

Trina managed to audibly ask what was going on before she realized her knees were even with her eyes. She glanced down, realizing that she was in a full-nelson, and had a brief moment debating how to escape from the fighting technique. And then... she was dropped down a bit, directly onto a still quite hard cock.

In an instant, Trina's struggle over her own body changed. The countless attempts were no longer over her limbs, to either get away or to pummel her arch-nemesis into the pavement. It was no longer about forcing out the invader, the small black sphere. It was a struggle, a constant one, to move her head backwards, to weakly open her lips to beg for a bit of kissing. To bring her arms up, to drape them around the study neck behind her, to lessen his load even just a bit. To internally insist that she could be in control if she really wanted to, she just didn't want to. To insist that she hadn't been corrupted in the slightest, that she'd always been such a subservient slut, and that whatever he wanted for her, she'd eagerly conform with...

"There we go..." Trina's lover and master chuckled as Trina wiggled her butt and whined, biting her lip as she begged for even more. "Later, after we handle some business, alright?" He promised, licking his lips as he glanced over at the broken, half-buried pile of metal that was just step one of his revenge. Glancing back at Trina, now pouting as she needily stared at him, he couldn't help but chuckle again, imagining countless members of her species on their horny, desperate knees, fallen so far from their once proud history they'd paraded atop burning husks of human cities...

Interesting time writing this one, trying to blend in multiple side prompts into the main one. Personally I think it turned out pretty well, although I wish I wasn't so abysmally dogshit when it came to thinking up names, and opted to just bypass Trina's hero name and Pat's villain name. And I only picked the name "Pat" because I was thinking of a "Saturday cartoon" type of villain, who lost every week to the hero no matter what and for some reason, my brain latched onto Patrick "The Immortal" Colasour from Gundam 00, so the... evil, rape-y villain in this chapter is named after him. Which, uh... if you haven't seen Gundam 00, this is ABSOLUTELY not what he's like, in the fucking slightest, but he gets his mech blown up in just about every battle he's in, but miraculously survives regardless, which is why my brain was like "oh yeah, he loses ALL the time, that's a great thing to latch onto", so... yeah.

Anyway, my favorite piece of the day is by SinSapphic, I really like the dialogue and the expressions (especially the blushing, both before and after the possession), big fan of the piece:

https://x.com/SinSapphic/status/2112679917926351021

Honorable mention to Eden's GPose as well, I love how they added shapeshifting into the mix:

https://x.com/EdenGpose/status/2113419840316936267