It's an elaborate scenario, and not just for you

Stepping off the elevator you came face to face with one of the high-tech simulation rooms. A bright red sign above them proclaimed, in all capital letters, "THE ZONE OF DANGER!", and below that was an elaborate disclaimer explaining it should not be used by epileptics, pregnant women, people with heart conditions, or anyone under the age of 18. The League was known for being lavish, and these places were no exception.

They didn't have 'solid holograms' - or rather, if they did, they considered the technology too dangerous to openly use - but the holograms that they did have were remarkably detailed and programmed to behave very realistically. To deal with issues of perspective, everyone wore special glasses. A holographic supervillian would know how much power a full-strength kick from you had, and go down or not depending on the programmed durability of the target. To give you something solid to hit, the holographic bad guys had a simple foam core mounted on magnetic rails, which stayed inside the hologram. It was far from perfect, as you'd see your fist phase halfway through somebody before hitting the punching-bag-like target.

When more realistic training was required, volunteer heroes and NCPs would augment the simulation with use of their powers, or play the role of villains and civilians themselves. Waving you in through the door was a cute dark-skinned young woman with long curly hair, in a nurse's outfit, waiting just outside the entrance with a number of creams, ointments, pills and powders of uncertain purpose - to heal any injuries, perhaps?

Of course, you have other things on your mind than the fancy technology. Your cunny is still wet and hot from the teasing that woman gave you, and you pause to squeeze your thighs together as you walk into the Zone of Danger. In a way, you had fantasized about going into a situation like this, but you weren't sure if the reality was living up to your expectations.

The scene in the holographic chamber was city hall, devastated and in flames. Dozens of burly holographic minions dressed in black shirts had clusters of civilians bound and gagged. The city's previous mayor, Melissa Wiles from a few years ago, was stripped to her underwear and had had hands and feet bound with strips of celluloid film, with a ball-gag in her mouth. Towering over her was a near-7-foot-tall musclebound bruiser of a man in flesh-colored tights, wearing a purple ermine-trimmed cape, and sporting an oversized old-style movie camera for a head, with a jeweled golden crown perched atop. It wasn't quite clear if the camera was an elaborate headpiece, or if he was some kind of cyborg and it WAS his head.

You recognized this holographic villain: Smut King. You had to get up pretty early in the morning to be remembered as a "particularly deviant" villain in Acropolis City's history, and boy did the King ever rise to that occasion. Molly, your Mom, had briefly come out of retirement to help take him down; while you were still a kid, you remember a video with Smut King's seal being delivered to your place. Now, as an adult, you realize how fortunate it was for your mental health that you weren't quite curious enough to watch that video. Unlike a few more successful sexual-****-oriented villains, Smut King had no subtlety and no restraint, and his reign of terror had lasted only a few sleazy months.... but audacity, sheer brute **** and boundless depravity ensured he made quite the impression while he lasted.

Interestingly, among the holographic bad guys, you noticed a couple that looked more solid as well, and a few of the hostages (which were mostly female, go figure) seemed to be live participants as well. They really went all out for this one, looks like. The 'solid' ones were real people, most likely more fight trainers there to give you a more physical challenge. They weren't standing stock still like the holograms, and one of them waved to you with a chuckle, and they seemed to be whispering something about you. The actresses playing the 'hostages' looked a lot more nervous and just sat silently.

Giving a shrug, you sighed. Well, what could you do except go along and see where this led? Just as you were doing a full-backwards bend, however, you saw the entrance slide open... but the one who stepped in was not Green Streak, but another face that you recognized from earlier in the day: the girl in the rainbow-striped magical girl dress. You jumped up and stared at her.

"Uhm," she said, "Pardon me, Miss - but I think you have the wrong room. I'm here for the first training session with my mentor..."

"Please tell me it isn't Green Streak..." you say.

"Oh, but that would be a lie!" the rainbow girl says coquettishly. "Of course I'm here to train with him! Who are you?"

"Nightingale." you say, slowly shaking your head. "And you are...?"

"Dr. Rainbow!" she says with a perky little skip and a girlish pose. "And yes, since many heroes have been curious - I *am* a medical doctor! I think helping and healing the needy is just as important as protecting them from threats! But I can't protect them alone, which is why I've just joined the League of Propriety! "

You feel irate and jealous for a moment, looking at this saccharine young woman. She was about your age and height, but with a skinnier, more delicate build than you and a very petite chest. Her teal hair, done up in a bob cut, faintly sparkled when the light struck it. This 'Dr. Rainbow' looked very... innocent. Even with her short-skirted sailor minidress and rainbow-striped knee-high boots with heels. Now that she mentioned her name, you saw that she also had a stethoscope hanging from her neck and her thick magical wand was roughly in the shape of a caduceus. You didn't know whether to feel like she was butting in on what was supposed to be your training session, or concerned for her given what Streak could potentially have planned.

There was a rush of air behind you. "Alright! About ready to get started?"

Whirling to face Green Streak, you jab your finger into his muscular chest. "Care to explain what's going on here, Mr. Roadrunner?"

Green Streak just gives an arrogant chuckle and dismissively swats your bottom again. "What did you think I meant by 'team maneuvers'? In a real dangerous situation, it's *my* favored strategy to bring a couple of C or D-rank heroines with me, just to make sure that I have all the angles covered, and a spare girly or two to serve as a distraction or buy time while I take care of business." he folded his arms and smirked. "Besides, this has to be both the warm up and the full session for my day's, ahhh, training. Now enough questions!" he rubbed his hands lasciviously. "Let's get started! I'm going to go run laps for 5 minutes - the first part of you two's test is to stall the bad guys and protect those innocent, virtuous civilians from being dirtied."

"The guys I have playing the role of the evil henchmen there know that I won't be going easy on them, so don't expect them to go easy on you girlies either. If it gets too intense, well, nothing speeds up a class-A hero racing to the rescue like the cries of ladies in peril! Oh, and once the villains are dealt with, the next part of your training will be how to team up with another heroine when thanking a rescuer." the guy runs his mouth at 90 miles an hour. "This is make or break stuff for new heroines. If one or both of you meets expectations, I'll see to it that you have all the support, and especially the muscle," he kisses one of his own biceps for emphasis, "to get some successes of your own, and move you up the greasy pole to B-rank. Figuratively speaking, heheh. I'm off! Showtime, boys and girls!" He makes the trademark green streak as he zooms back out of the simulation room.

Like a movie that has been unpaused, all of the fire and holographic background characters suddenly flicker into motion. The holographic reproduction of Smut King puts his hands on his hips and makes a classic villain pose before giving a booming baritone laugh. "BWA HA HA! What's this, a couple of amateur sluts come to try and stop my rebranding of Acropolis City to Clitopolis? Well you don't know the half of the peril you're in! Your lovely mayor's new bill mandating that all new costumed heroines (registered or not) perform in a film produced by me has already been signed, and none of the forces of law and order are going to dare to stop me!"

"In fact, though it isn't ratified," the camera headed man said, turning to Mayor Wiles, squeezing her cheeks together with his thumb and forefinger arrogantly, "My reign might as well be already legal. Barely legal, you might say, bwahahahhaa! Soon, I shall erect the paywall around my new city and the whole world will bow down to their new king and salute with one hand!"

He points at the two of you menacingly, and the thugs (holographic and the few real stand-ins) advance. "But for this new age to come to fruition, I need the very dirtiest, rawest subject matter! Me and my assistants were just about to produce a hardcore bondage, spanking and gangbang triple feature here, but the mayor got on her knees and accepted my new proposal. I was thinking about going back on my promise to let all of her secretaries and aides go unmolested... But! Now that you two fresh amateurs are here, I may not have to. Move in, boys! Bring these two up to the set!"

You swallow your embarrassment and exchange a look with Dr. Rainbow, who is still smiling sweetly. "Wow! We get to experience a part of Acropolis City history! Isn't this wonderful, Nighingale? Let's get to work!" Bringing up her caduceus wand, she started performing some kind of incredibly slow, plodding build up to a fancy attack, just standing there and producing glowing lines in the air and showers of sparkles.

With an exasperated sigh, you leap in and lay about the henchmen swarming in around you with your batons. It's awkward, because when fighting holograms, your attacks go through them until they hit the padded torso at their core, and their reaction to getting hit is a split-second delayed. You've taken down half a dozen of them by the time that Dr. Rainbow gets around to conjuring up a giant swirly-rainbow lollypop, firing it into a crowd of holo-henchmen, where it explodes surprisingly violently. Thinking quickly, you use your own power to amplify the sound of the explosion, making it function like a wide-radius flash bang. All of the rest of the two dozen henchmen who had advanced on you went down, KOed or writhing in pain. "Yeah!" the pretty teal-haired girl made a schoolgirlish pose, stuck out her tongue and winked. "The forces of evil are no match for love and the power of teamwork!"

The non-holographic henchmen had, wisely, been staying out of all this and instead gathered near the groups of bound and gagged hostages. Smut King did the classic sarcastic slow-clap. "Oh yeah. This is some top-class amateur talent the League has graciously sent me here. But you know me - the King plays dirty, and it's good to be the King. So here's the new contract for you; If you really want, you can come up here and fight me, to make sure our beloved MILF mayor doesn't get shown by me personally just how dirty a game politics is... But if you do, while you're working me over, those innocent girls-next-door down there are going to get the hardest hardcore experience of their lives, and it's all gonna be broadcast live online. Or - you can let me get back to doing a little softcore foreplay with Mrs. Mayor, and one... or both... of you can take on my best actors," he indicated the non-holographic henchmen stand-ins, "...and perform in the roles yourselves."

Dr. Rainbow is suddenly blushing right pink, and she puts her hand up to her mouth in a gasp. "But, they wouldn't really - are we really supposed to..." she says, concerned.

Feeling oddly confident and, still frustrated from your bout with Thanh, wanting to tease Dr. Rainbow a little bit, you lean over and whisper to her. "Don't worry about having to choose between the mayor and the office workers. I've done my homework on this case: Smut King is a premature ejaculator. He'll drain himself limp before he gets the mayor fully undressed. The only ones whose, uh, virtue is in any real danger are those tied-up women being menaced by his goons. We shouldn't give Green Streak the satisfaction of calling for help right away... this is supposed to test if we're able to handle ourselves, right?" you say.

Are you lying to yourself about the increasingly obvious intentions of the speedster who brought you here? The situation seemed deeply ironic somehow - it was looking more and more like you were essentially being asked to re-enact a porn movie, about a villian who wants to... well, you know. This isn't how you pictured your training with Green Streak going. But regardless, you were being asked to prove yourself. What would complaining about it or backing out now get you? Back to square one, that's where.

Dr. Rainbow's smile brightens a tiny bit. "Well, if you think it's the right thing to do..."

The men look at you expectantly, pulling a few actresses playing hostages up to their feet but not disrobing or otherwise molesting them yet. It's time for a decision: Call out to Green Streak for help and hope he gets here fast enough to dispatch the henchmen? Submit to their depraved intentions and hope this training scenario doesn't go too far? Or, selfishly, try and get the naive heroine working alongside you to take on the 'task' all by herself and make a play for Green Streak's interest? You aren't sure why that last thought even occurred to you...