Chapter 12
by otx
Whom do we follow?
Nudge
You've managed to slow your fall by flying upward, but not much. You're being dragged into some kind of examination room; as soon as you're fully in the room a pair of robotic tentacles grab your feet and pull you down to the surface of a padded examination table. A third tentacle slides up your leg and into your vagina. You try to resist but it inexorably drags you forward until you're lying face-down. Two more tentacles grab your wrists and pin them. If they were normal bonds you could slip them easily, but these are actively holding you.
The one tentacle continues to fuck you as the table starts vibrating. An artificial voice says, "Scanning ... powers detected ... identity confirmed: welcome, Compulsion ... please enjoy your stay in the Punishment Pits."
You come twice before somebody else does. You size her up when she walks in the door. Green hair, slightly butch features, sexy short nurse's uniform with clearly defined nipples and a skirt that doesn't quite cover the body paint she's wearing in place of white panties.
You focus your power. "Untie me right now."
She turns, zombie-like, and pushes a button on the wall. Soft 1970's style porn music starts playing.
"Sorry Cutie-Patootie; your powers have been neutralized. I hope you don't mind. I'm Nurse Fetish, by the way, and I'll be your interrogator today. Do you have any questions before I start asking?"
"Yes; what the hell is going on here?"
She jumps and claps, making her tits bounce for a moment. "Ooh, the expository monologue question! That's fun!" Once the mountains stop moving she continues. "You know this is a different world, right? We call your world Earth-69; our scientists discovered it and needed to find out about you, to see if you had any new playthings for Empress Hot-Cunny. So we sent Photon - when she works with Strobe she can slip between worlds - to your world to take a sample. And ooh, lucky lucky you, you're that sample!"
"Wait? There are 68 other Earths?"
"No, silly! You're only the fourth one we've found. There's also Earth-Doggie, Earth-Cowgirl, and Earth-Fellatio. Do you know what we named them for?"
"Yeah, it's kind of obvious. What do you call your world?"
"We call it Earth; the scientists call it Earth-Bondage. Isn't that a cute little name?"
"Uh, I suppose."
"Good, I'm glad you like it. Did you know you're unusual?"
"You mean the superpowers; well, I–"
"No, silly! You're resistant to my powers. See this?" She pulls a twelve-inch magical wand with twined snakes out of her pussy. "This is my magic wand; it does healing and stuff, but the best ability is that it allows me to see the dark fears and forbidden fantasies inside peoples' heads." She gets mock-sad. "Only, when I look inside your head there's no fears that don't involve serious personal injury. But Empress Hot-Cunny says you have to be undamaged. That is so not-nice of you! How am I supposed to **** you if all you're going to do is enjoy it?"
"Look, do what you want to me, just let my friends go."
"Oh, I can't do that. Miss Cutie Brown is having a little talk with my recording devices and Intrepid Non-powered Girl is being fitted for super-armour. Wanna see?"
That should be a good stall. "Sure."
"Okay, you watch while I keep myself busy."
Two holographic screens appear in front of you; on one of them Meter Maid is being nudged and groped by tentacles while talking about Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Stupid of the Wonderland Warriors, on the other Heather is screaming while having a high-tech butt plug forcibly inserted by robot arms. Your lower end is lifted so it's held up by your knees and a textured metal rod pushes into your love tunnel. The little snake ornaments make a fitting adjunct to the tentacle already inside you. Meanwhile Nurse Fetish is licking up your output from the padded table; she giggles when you squirt cum in her hair.
A few minutes later a voice rises from between your legs. "You wanna feel something really fun?"
"No..."
"Oh, great! I'm glad you agreed!" She pulls the wand out of your vagina and lightly taps your button.
You feel the warmth as your already-engorged clit starts swelling. It grows and grows until it extends a full four inches beyond your hood. It's still just as sensitive per square inch as normal, only there's a lot more square inches exposed to the air.
"And this is the best part!" The tentacles pull you back down until your pussy (with extra bit) comes back into contact with the vibrating table.
It's too much; you start gasping and bucking to get your hypersensitive girl-bud away from the vibration, but it isn't working. Nurse Fetish is actually sitting on your ass fingering herself and using her other hand to press down on your back. You start screaming.
"Ooh, I guess I found one you hadn't imagined. Do you want me to stop?"
"Y- y- y- NOOO! DON'T STOP! FUU-UUUH-UHHH-K!"
"Come again?"
You do.
What's next?
Perils of a Novice Superheroine
A generic superheroing setting drenched with sex and scandal
Acropolis City, the center of super-human and caped crusader activity in this particular world - with its own dizzying highs and lows, high-tech skylines and slums standing in stark, four-color contrast, it provided everything that a costumed megalomaniac or masked vigilante could ask for. In fact, as is usually the case where colorful masked characters are the norm, it has become something of an institution by this point. But although the mere existence of costumed heroes and villains no longer shocks people, these people - who, by their very nature, thrive on attention - keep finding new ways to stand out from the crowd and attract the eye. This last goal tends to get a lot of emphasis in the most simple, sexualized way possible. For reasons that the world's most brilliant scientists have yet to explain, latent super-abilities seem to manifest more often in women than men by a ratio of 3 to 1 or more. This is true even when the superpower isn't "natural"; paranormal artifacts fall into their hands, esoteric martial arts schools never seem to have a male heir, the technological prototypes they test always seem to be the ones that are most easily used or abused for good and evil. Unfortunately, the glory days of the past where citizens were happy to see any old masked do-gooder show up are over - in recent years, Acropolis City has established a ranking system of heroes where those who get high marks from the citizens and resolve incidents are rewarded with corporate sponsorships and (most coveted of all) seats at the prestigious League of Propriety. Those who intimidate the populace, cause excessive collateral damage, or simply don't excite anyone, garnering low rankings, get 'asked' to move to less prestigious cities. Few superheroes want to get stuck battling clans of villainous hillbillies and corrupt small-town sheriffs for the rest of their careers, so they're always eager to please the influential citizens of Acropolis City (judges, eminent scientists, first responders, and of course the all-important reporters). On the other side of the law, a similar dynamic predominates; only the most glamorous and charismatic costumed ne'er-do-wells can make it in this town. And so, the novice superheroines just learning the ways of battling for justice and order, without any team to back them up, always end up patrolling the skeeviest, most undesirable slums of the city and taking on the most thankless rescues. As if that weren't bad enough, most of them feel obliged to dress in ways that get more outlandish and revealing with every passing year while they fight the good fight and/or feed their craving for attention, depending on how you see the 'cape life'. As if that weren't troublesome enough, the superhuman mutations that make so many of these heroes' careers possible also result in greatly increased sexual sensitivity, particularly in females. The adventures and misadventures that these spandex-clad lady crusaders get into are often too hot to print for the kind of comics that their young admirers would read. Messy mistakes will be made, but you don't want to disappoint your readers, do you? So let the League know what kind of superheroine you are, your chosen name, powers, and appearance, and they'll send you out on your first patrols. Good luck.
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