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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Sex Among Supers - Is Any Other Possible?



Dr. Desire, WHY do your sexual escapades always involve superheroines or supervillainess? This question has been asked of me more than once. Superheroines and supervillainesses are, for the most part "super" in most aspects, Physiques of heroic appearance and quality. Granted they fall for traps, make repeated strategic mistakes, become victim to their feelings loyalties and emotions (of which we of the dark side are notably free). But even the most evil among my fellow villains cannot deny their beauty. Whether in lust of physical release or a pathological hatred of their goodness, order and (what they term) justice - we just looove jumping them super bones! Humiliation, torture, getting information or just selling them as very profitable sex toys to very wealthy potentates, dictators, religious cults or corporate heads (same difference) are extremely pleasurable byproducts of the sexual conquest. Most times, this "conquest" is quite literal, as the superheroine who has tangled, run afoul, tried to arrest or simple was the delectable target of opportunity of the super villain, has been beaten, brain washed, hypnotized, trapped, seduced, drugged, knocked out, in short, made helpless and open to the villain's devious and deviant sexual and sensual exploitation. Normal human females, for the most part pale in comparison. To be fair, normal human males are also pathetic in comparison to we male "supers". It is a fair question to ask, why are there so many supervillains online and so few superheroes. A question for another day.

REAL satisfying sex between normal humans and "supers" is quite impossible. A brilliant article written by Larry Niven entitled, "Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex" outlines many of the physical impossibilities using Superman and Lois Lane as examples. I will place a link to this article at the end of this blog entry. For those who may be to lazy to check out the article I have copied several key problems from the article of having coitus between the two different races:

"Consider the driving urge between a man and a woman, the monomaniacal urge to achieve greater and greater penetration. Remember also that we are dealing with kryptonian muscles.
Superman would literally crush LL's body in his arms, while simultaneously ripping her open from crotch to sternum, gutting her like a trout.

Lastly, he'd blow off the top of her head.
Ejaculation of semen is entirely involuntary in the human male, and in all other forms of terrestrial life. It would be unreasonable to assume otherwise for a kryptonian. But with kryptonian muscles behind it, Kal-El's semen would emerge with the muzzle velocity of a machine gun bullet. (*One can imagine that the Kent home in Smallville was riddled with holes during Superboy's puberty. And why did Lana Lang never notice that?*)
In view of the foregoing, normal sex is impossible between LL and Superman.
Artificial insemination may give us better results."


You can imagine there will be problems with that as well, and you would be right. Oral sex would be suicide as well. In the blog image Wonder Woman is getting cold cocked (maybe hot cocked is more correct) during an after mission shtup. Make you wonder what thrill she gets out of Steve Trevor. But at least his cock doesn't knock her out.

http://www.larryniven.org/stories/Man_of_Steel_Woman_of_Kleenex.shtml

Sunday, June 14, 2009

A Sensual "V" Sign of Victory (for the Villain(ess))

It is a gratifying sight for we on the Dark Side, to see the tight, round leotard, thong, bikini, or naked buttocks of a superheroine rendered so incapacitated that she must be carried off the field of battle. Of course further pain, humiliation, interrogation, sensual seductionand sexual torments and taming techniques are in the cards for the overpowered heroine as she is carried into captivity., But the sight of her limp form hanging from the powerful shoulder of her conquerer, is so sensual. Super powerful hands hang limply, occassionally brushing the ass of her Evil opponent. Super powers rendered impotent by some devious trap or the underhanded use of the only weakening agent which unfairly tipped the balance of power in favor of the Villain or the cowardly crushing KO blow from ambush or a unchivilrous blow, delivered treacherously between the powerful and shapely thighs, all are encapsulated in the singular sight of a shapely ass, served on the mighty shoulder of a Servant of Cruel Evil and offerred up as a sensual offerring to the Gods, Goddesses of Evil.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Lisette Trains And Disciplines My Kunoichi Units


While I like testing my guards, functionaries, espionage agents, subvertive agents, defense and assault units as well as my domestics, entertainers, and techs, Lisette is the mistress of the Kunoichi troops. She is both a brutal trainer and an inspired teacher and leader. They are devoted, flesh, blood and soul to me and to her, in that order. They are on guard 24/7 and as Lisette is a master Illusionist, they know she can attack them at any time in the most innocent or beguiling of appearances. Here she waylaid a supposed secret lover of one of her senior Kunoichi. Assuming the appearance of the woman, Lisette keeps a rondezvous with the woman ninja and lets the girl seduce her. Lisette slowly becomes more erotically aggressive and takes on the role of seducer. When the Kunoichi is lulled into a dull, vulnerable sensual torper, Lisette attacks the girl visciously striking her weakest and most sensitive points repeatedly and with full power. Low blows and kicks, breast punches and eye gouges and any other foul and dirty tactic to shock, weaken and thoroughly take advantage of the bewildered and beaten female fighter. Finally, after a hunderd unanswered blows, Lisette still looking like the lover of the beautiful, stunned and groggy Kunoichi, she passionately kisses the helpless sexy ninja. She unleashes a super gravity kick, from the ground to the chin of her barely conscious student, knocking her out cold. The failed female ninja will be carried to the retrainning facility where she will undergo a barrage harsh and barbaric physical, mental, emotional and sexual restraint retrainning programs. The chances are she will never make the same mistake of being caught unaware or being in a position to be off guard.

Do you think Lisette's methods are . . .

To tough - what a monster that bitch is.
To mild - she should teach then to go straight for a kill.
Just right - Sounds like a good regiment to me.

Fighting Superheroines and Female Fighters at Google's Blogger


With all the problems, this was a nice place. I have been laboriously copying and transferring my blog entries and pictures to Google's BLOGGER ( https://www.blogger.com/start ). It seems to have a lot of good features. Blog entries are MUCH easier to post, you can have multiple pictures with your blog entries, there are a ton of "gadgets" you can attatch to your blog. It makes writing the blog easier and more attractive. . . . but

It does not seem to have the community 360 has or had. I hope you (my friends, "enemies", opponents and curious but shy readers) will visit me, and maybe register there so I can enjoy your writings.

I will still be on the Yahoo IM for fights, senarios and seductions(I think, I hope) Unless they decide to can that too. I will try to finish my promised stories (of course if you all go to Blogger, that won't be a problem).

My pictures and group (Knocked Out Superheroines and Female Fighters) is going great and growing (410 members (it's free) and 269 pictures/images). I'll keep slowly adding to it.

Hope we can all stay in contact, my old friends and my new friends and friends that I have yet to roleplay with.

Superheroines, female fighters, and feminine upholders of the law and order. Dr. Desire, Lisette and Leore (and I) will hunt you down, if you don't hunt them down. POW!!

A Big Surprise In The Cellar


Thieves, detectives and lesser powered superheroines will be so surprised when they try to sneak into the castle through the cellar opening by the moat. These lovely alien beauties are catnip resistant and have enhanced strength, speed, endurance and are devilishly tough. They have retractable nails that I have yet to analyze, but they are far stronger than steel. I need a turbo, carbo-tanium grinder to keep their nails a reasonable length. They are always sharp. They are almost invisible in the enormous, dark, murky subterranean cellar as well as completely silent until they actually hit their target. They seem to like to leap from very high levels, hit their targets like guided missles and then using their powerful arms and legs, bludgeon their stunned and hapless victims senseless, before they begin to "play" with their new "toys" as cats will do.
They have nailed three superheroines and two secret agents who tried to sneak in. I have carried these unsuccessful snoops, KOed, well used, and naked ( those nails make short work of the most durable costumes and uniforms) to my dungeons for questioning. None of the intruders (when they woke up) knew what had hit them.
Any villains or villainesses interested in buying a kitten or two? Check my catalogue to purchase your own super sensual feline guard.
What sort of guards do you prefer?
I want big, overly masculine guards to really use and abuse superheroines.
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I want monsters with tentacles who can really humiliate a superheroine.
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I want all female creatures who understand how to take down and hurt and humiliate a superheroine.
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I like cold machines who are merciless with superheroines.
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Desire's Secretary


Running an interplanatary, multi-dimentional, criminal syndicate not only requires intelligent, creative and powerful minions, a huge and maniacally loyal number of field operatives and the ultimate in offensive and defensive technology, not to mention my own awesome, criminal genius and super powered skills; you have GOT to have a really, really good secretary. Henrietta Frabazelli-Rasputin (Henry, for short) is mine and a what a criminal god-send she is. Without her screening through the myriad of phone calls, emails, notes, and letters I get from upstart rookie superheroines, pissed off Arabian Sheiks who can't handle their superheroine sex- slaves, threatening law enforcement agencies, hollow ultimatums from minor villains/villainesses or criminal organizations who don't know their elbows from a fatter part of their anatomies, I would have very little time to actually be the master criminal you all know and love (well, some of you).

I think it's important to thank all the little people, though describing Henry as "little" is hardly accurate. Not only can she type like the wind, do short hand at light speed, file accurately and fast as lightning and make a cup of coffee that Juan Valdez AND his burro would be proud of, but she has a right cross that would cross She-Hulk's eyes.

Need to meet me? Talk to my secretary!

Lisette Has A Friend And I Have Another Bodyguard


Superheroines have a new reason to avoid interferring with my plots and criminal operations.

Her name is Leore and she will be assisting Lisette as another of my personal bodyguards. Leore is superpowered as well as super sensual and super sexual. In addition to her strength she has other super human skills and attributes. Her story is not as complex as Lisette and they are sisters in battle, each complementing the other in powers and skills. Like Lisette she is completely devoted to me and there is an unbreakable link between us.

Leore, at times will be working with the two of us. At other times she and Lisette will be working in tandem. She will also be sent on solo missions, to capture a weapon or a superheroine, if Lisette or I are preoccupied with another plot or scheme.
Leore has passed many different tests to gain this position, as my personal bodyguard. She has fought and beaten dozens of my best trained and strongest guards. She has seduced and captured three minor superheroines: one who is wandering around, lost in my forest. The other two are dazed and working as whores at the Velvet Clam, after taking the catapult ride. Leore has passed the finale test and KOed Lisette in battle.

She fought me long and hard and had it not been my detailed knowlege of her weakness, she might have won. Leore is very anxious to please me and prove herself worthy.

Would you entain the idea to try and fight or seduce Leore?

Yes. How? Comment
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No. How? Comment
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What Would A REAL Super Villain Do?


You ambushed and fought the gorgeous superheroine Miss Liberty. You previously analyzed her weaknesses and blasted her to a distinct disadvantage and then using every dirty trick in the book you weakened and winded her. Low blows, breast torment and beating as well as super powered punches and kicks to the head and belly. You slammed her though several building and used her as a golf ball with building girders as clubs. Like a master trout fisherman, you played her out till she is utterly exhausted, totally pain ridden, stunned and groggy, helpless and defenseless.
Barely conscious, she sways before you, eyes beseeching the modicum of mercy in your soul. Her magnificent bosom moves enticingly in her skintight skimpy, highcut costume. Long, shapely legs shakes helplessly, unable to keep her voluptuous form erect. Your powerful hand grasps a generous hank of her beutiful, soft, fragrant blonde hair. Her mouth is invitingly open, her full, soft lips relaxed. Her soft wet, pink tongue lolls out, emphasizing her total exhaustion and need for air. Her eyes unable to focus still call out to you for mercy. She is beaten, what more do you want. . . . . . . . . . . . .he. . . he. . . he. .

So, what's your next move Bubba? What would a real villain do?

I'd slam her one last super piledriving right cross and KO her cold before I do anything else
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I'd gag her, slap a crotch rope on the superbabe and hogtie her.
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Drag her down to my dungeons or lab, I need atmosphere.
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Start taking off the spandex, playtime starts NOW.
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Lisette's Little Sister Sedated With An Iron Fist


Lisette's little 19 year old ,sister, Jaqueline somehow found her way through an emensely thick wood, a hyno-chemical fog and into my hidden castle headquarters. She slipped by 10 guards (are THEY ever sorry). She defeated and KOed another 8 highly armed guards (they have not woke up yet). She also foiled 6 traps (very cleverly designed and set, if I do say so myself).

She evaded my 8 personal elite guard and stormed into my private living area. She demanded that I hire her and train her like I did her sister. With the rare exception of a set of twin assassins who work for me, I discourage hiring "family". It makes things too "personal". Looking at Lisette who shook her head so unobtrusively, that only I registered her shock, irritation and vehement veto on working with her sister.

I told Jaqueline if she could fight her sister and defeat her, I would start her trainning. The fight was incredible to observe, not becuase it was a close battle, with the victor being uncertain until a final decisive blow separated the wheat from the knocked out cold. Frankly, I stand a better chance of flapping my arms and flying to the moon than Jaqueline had of defeating her sister. It was rather the amazing amount of punishment she took and kept standing and fighting. A finale brutal assault that nailed Jaqueline with a flurry of kicks to the inside of her thighs, two murderous low blow kicks , a kick to her belly and a heel slamming her kidneys, two scissor kicks to her young but beautiful breasts and a roundhouse kick to the jaw, that would have put the lights out on an adult rhino. Down and out and ready for a "ride" on the catapult (those of you who have taken this particular "ride", don't worry, I am not aiming at the Velvet Clam, just the muddy end of the lake.)

Hmmm! Before I send this impudent wild cat on her way, should I take her on as a possible guard or elite or a bodyguard?

Should I start trainning Lisette's little sister?


Yes, she showed power and intelligence she'd be a great super villainess.
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No, she'd be nothing but trouble, chuck her in the mud Dr. D.
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Slamming and Selling Superheroines - For FUN and PROFT!!!


This economic downturn has put many "good" people out work. So what the heck is the point of being good? Plenty of fun and profit clobbering superheroines and selling them to foreign potentates as sex slaves. Youcan even sell them back to their own well heeled organizations or government so they can come back at you and . . . . . you guessed it, you can clobber and capture them again. Now THAT is steady income, Bubba. In the picture above, a false nuclear threat brings Wonder Woman to an abandoned apartment building. She is stunned from behind and KOed with a rag of Mega-chlorone (available in Dr. S. Desire's wholesale catalogue or at his New department store - Supine Superheroines.) Power Girl follows as backup and after breathing in a lungful of microencapsulated, synthesized kryptonite (yes, Dr. D found the formula), the buxom super babe was easily pacified by a 16lb sledge hammer blow to the back of her head. In the picture, they are both sleeping peacefully and ready to make YOU a BOATLOAD of MONEY.

Don't whine about the crappy economy! Get up off your fat, evil ass and nab a superheroine for BIG BUCKS!!! Contact Dr. Simon Desire for everything from beginer kits to a fully equipped dungeon hideout. Catalogues available at the Humbled Heroine in NYC, Supine Superheroines or at better criminal outlet agencies.

Dr. Desire says; "A superheroine's chest looks best, with YOUR foot on it! "

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Tara Tigra, Jungle Queen, KOed, Captured - An Endangered Species?


Tara Tigra is a powerful and beautiful jungle queen and the great protector of Er Shajuin, a secret city, hidden deep in the jungle. I have a deep interest in locating this ancient city, hidden by centuries of thick jungle growth, thick layers of lichen and moss, vines, trees and broad leafed plants. A large group of rare red gorillas lived amid worn stone columns, steep steps, shattered buildings and deep, dark foundations. Mundane treasures such as statues of deities made of obsidian and diamond, bars of gold, silver, great slabs of amber, ebony and heaps of cut emeralds, saphires and blood red rubies can be found in profusion among the rooms of the green covered city, Unknown to the beautiful Jungle heroine, and of particular interest to a criminal genius like me, the long gone, ancient human civilization that lived in the city for a dozen centuries were not the first inhabitants of the now ruined environs. Deep below the jungle hidden ruins lay a relic of extrodinary power. Securing this relic and harnessing the powers that it releases would ensure my dominant position as the most powerful supervillain in this galaxy. My foot would rest on the chests of my most powerful foes, as they lay helpless before me and my minions.


Despite my most furtive efforts, finding the exact location of Ere Shajuin remained a secret of antiquity. The only person who knew was Tara. I needed to have a chat with the powerful, Jungle warrior/Queen.


Tara swung through the thick jungle foliage with her constant companion, Huma, a large (600lb.) male, red gorilla. Quick as Spiderman, the gorgeous jungle denizen used the hanging vines with preternatural ability, almost flying through the thick jungle. Leaping from an astonishing height Tara somersaultedin the air and landed lightly on the soft, moist jungle floor, her large, firm, eye stopping bust jiggling delightfully. Huma landed beside her, his huge powerful body swaying as he hooted and grunted at Tara. "Yes, I smell it too, Huma. There is an something not right in the jungle, something or someone not of the jungle. Wait, I hear something!" Tara heard the high pitched buzz several moments before she noticed saw a tiny dart weaving in and out between the trees behind Huma. Before Huma could move the dart struck the massive ape at the base of his skull and then dropped to the ground. The red gorilla grunted at the sharp, slight pain and shook his big head, feeling the place where he was pricked by the dart. Tara bent down to pick up the dart. She saw a micro-engine and what looked like a filament camera, lining the length of the 5 inch dart and a sharp metal point with a opened release clip. Her scientific background told the buxom jungle fighter the dart was a delivery system.


A roar from Huma brought her shocked attention back, but much too late as the huge gorilla brough two massive rock hard fists slamming down on her shoulders and the sides of her neck, THUUDD!!, "OOHH!" THUDD!! "UUHH!" THUUDD!!, "UUHHhhh" three times, driving the surprised jungle beauty to her knees. Dazed by the assault of the mighty ape, who until a moment ago would have given his life to protect his beautiful, human Queen. "Huma? Why?" moaned Tara, shaking her head and desperately trying to clear her head. Her blurred, rolling vision saw the usually somber face of her simian protector, twisted in rage, his eyes unusually glazed and disoriented. SMAABAAM! "GAAHH! UHHhh!" Swinging his massive arms, the battering ram fists smashed into Tara's very generous antelope bikini covered boobs, lifting her up and smashing her against a tree. "OOOhhh, He doesn't know what he is doing." she thought. "But if I don't stop him, he is going to kill me." Forcing herself to focus and clear her rocked head,Tara grabbed Huma's right wrist, and leaped forward as he pulled back to deliver another powerful punch. Acting more by instinct than anything else, Tara dodged around the flailing arms of the red gorilla and leaped on Huma's back, wrapping her long powerful thighs around the upper abdomen of the ape, locking her ankles and wrapped her powerful right arm around the thick neck of the crazed red ape and pulled mightily on Huma's head to the left with her left hand. Locking on this Lotus Sleeper would eventually subdue the mighty ape without hurting him. Huma however seemed unconcered about how Tara fared as he smashed her against trees and battered her with blows that were only a part of the gorilla's power as he tried to dislodge the shapely Jungle fighter from his back. Finally Huma collapsed down on the ground as the powerful Lotus Sleeper knocked him out.


Tara staggered to her feet dazed and groggy, almost knocked out herself. The initial beating and the susequent effort to subdue the giant gorilla had almost done her in. As she gasped to regain her breath and to keep on her feet, Tara heard a familiar sound. A high pitched buzz. A slight stab of pain in the left side of her neck told the weary Jungle Amazon that a dart had found her (see picture) She felt a surge, as if the dart had injected something in her neck. Suddenly she felt like a wrecking ball had hit her between the eyes. Leaping into the trees and trying to swing away on a vine, Tara Tigra managed to gain the heights of the jungle canopy before her senses betrayed her and she missed a vine. BAAAAAAMM!! "uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!!!" Plumeting down Tara slammed into a heavy branch. She lay almost completely unconscious, like a leopard resting on a brach. She stradled the thick branch, her long strong legs haning limply on either side of the branch, as did her powerful arms. Her head rested chin down on the branch. Her forehead, firm boobs, flat belly, and antelope skin bikini covered crotch had slammed down on the branch. "G..G....Gotta m.....move" the nearly KOed Jungle Queen mumbled as she slipped from the branch and tumbled to the Jungle floor below. Tara blacked out as the ground came rocketing up to deal her the final blow.


Hurt. . . . . .she hurt. . . . .Tara hurt everywhere. Tara slowly, very slowly tried to sit up. What happened? Ohhhhh, she hurt, she was sooo dizzy. She could see a dark figure in front of her but she was still too groggy to see any kind of detail. She felt a soft fur collar cable around her neck. "I would not try to take off that collar, if I were you." a deep sonorous voice rumbled.


Tara will. . .


Try to take off the collar.
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Try to surprise her captor and fight back
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Sit back and listen to her captor.
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Take A Beautiful, KOed Superheroine or Femal Fighter Home TONIGHT!


Feel like gloating over a fallen superheroine foe or rival? Pissed at a tough female fighter who bested or humiliated you in the ring or in an ally? Do you rejoice and revel in seeing or reading about beautiful, powerful women knocked out cold by villains, villainesses, other female fighters, heels, or just more powerful opponents. Maybe you are just interested in attractive KOed women. You might be interested in leaving an interesting or provocative issue or topic about this type of roleplaying, which will be commented on by other interested parties (including me). If you have fighting pictures or defeated superheroines or female fighters (any type of combat, just not lethal) that would like to share with others (maybe Lisette or me getting our not-so-just deserts) this may be a group you woud enjoy.


Stop by my new Flickr Superheroine, female fighter KO group (the link is below under my homepage ). You need to become my friend to see the pictures (Yes, some of them are a bit naughty.)


I am adding to the pictures, almost every day. So stop by and become a friend and peruse and enjoy.

How To Get To My Flickr Superheroine, Female Fighter KO Group


Cut and paste the address, http://www.flickr.com/groups/koedsuperheroines/ . I hope to see lot of my friends join up and share pictures, story lines, senarios, enjoyable fighting moments (winning or losing) and chat about the things you enjoy most and dislike least about roleplaying as a noble superheroine, wrestler, fighter or as a viscious supervillain(ess), heel, or crook.


What would you like to see in my Flickr group?
More KOed superheroines
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More villains losing
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More wrestling endings (pins or KOs)
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more sleeper hold images
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more piledriver or other wrestling finishers
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Lots more topics to discuss.
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Flickr Group: "Knocked Out Superheroines and Female Fighters" now OPEN


I opened a group on Yahoo's Flickr called, Knocked Out Superheroines and Female Fighters. Comments and contributions of pictures, story lines, or discussion topics are welcome. Let see how it works (or IF it works).

Things To Be Thankful For. . .


It's the simple things in life that we should be thankful for, like running into a super powerful superheroine in her secret identity, without her power bracelet that makes her all but invulnerable.

We need to give thanks for the simple pleasures with friends, like working over this superheroine with Lisette, using powerful but controled punches and kicks and truely painful holds like crushing bearhugs which leave the buxom blond beauty staggering, groggy, defenseless, and barely able to stand or simply keep her from passing out.
We all need to simplify our lives and enjoy what we have, like using a simple blackjack to slug her behind the ear and lay her out cold. *see picture

Well friends and fellow villain, we got our bird *see picture. Plenty of breast meat and a nice set of drumsticks there, time to take her home and stuff her.

Lisette and I wish you all a happy Thanksgiving.

League of Unlikely Superheroine Talent - Member #4


Mighty Maxine Mouse is another member of L.U.S.T that has crossed my path several times. She is a powerful martial artist, has respectable recuperative powers and can move about in complete silence. She can chew through very tough and thick materials like leather and hemp (rope of any thickness cannot hold her). She is as strong as Spiderwoman and her long, powerful legs are particularly viscious weapons. She creeps on to a crime scene or a hideout and with stealth and power subdues the criminal(s) and delivers them to the local constabulary.


She dug a hole into my castle headquarters and overcame a few of my more poorly trained guards. She set off several of my hair trigger alert and analysis sensor/probes. Recording her power fingerprint, I set a PWT (Personal Weakness Trap) in several rooms.


Quickly and silently chewing through a locked and bolted door, Mighty Maxine was transfixed and the sight and scent which captured her full attention - a table in the corner loaded with full rounds of Gouda, Cheddar, melted Brie, sharp Provelone, Armenian String and a dozen other cheeses.


Utterly helpless to resist the smells and sight of her chief weakness, the Radiant Rodent was inexorably drawn to the table, where reaching for a wedge of creamy Dannish Fontina, she broke a trigger beam releasing a 5 foot, pressure spring loaded iron bar which slammed into her firm, well rounded breasts, and smashed her into the thich walnut paneled wall with bone shaking force. A heavy wooden bat swung down from the 30 foot ceiling with more force than any star, pro baseball (or Cricket batter) could muster. With a loud CRACK the bat struck the stunned and disoriented Super Mouse, right between her big ears. With no more than a surprised UURRPP!? and a final cooing sigh of resignation and fast fading consciousness, Mighty Maxine Mouse dropped flat on the floor, quiet as a . . . well, . . you know.


I entered the room from one of many hidden hallways and looked at the leotard and tights clad semi-superheroine, spreadeagle and flat on her back, out cold. Grabbing her tail, I dragged this conked silly superheroine to the exit catapult. My guards would load her into the basket and shoot her over the wall, about a quarter of a mile from the castle where she would land in the woods (Some of YOU have gone through the self same experience.). She's a superheroine, she'll survive (with a horrendous headache) and get a commendation from L.U.S.T. for trying to take me down.
Let me know if you have any other experiences with Mighty Maxine Mouse.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Beddy Bye For the Blues Sisters Hit Team



Bethany and Belinda Blues are outrageously successful, genetically enhanced bounty hunters and assassins. They employ seduction, delusion, infiltration, technology, military strategic technique, and superior fighting (solo and team) methods to capture, interrogate, or kill their intended targets. They operate on a much smaller but no less sophisticated, or effective level as I do. They are as invisible to most law enforcement agencies, as I am. Many politicians, reporters, lawyers, police personnel, heroines, and villains (super and mundane) have fallen to their abundant feminine charms and their lethal talents. Their services tend to go to the highest bidder (unless I show an interest) and the price for their services would bankrupt many third world nations. Unlike me, they are not criminal bosses. They are just highly efficient, perfectly built tools to be used by others.


Until recently they had a 100% capture/kill rating. Then they were sent to kill me. They came closer to success than many.


Having successfully infiltrated my security forces, in high tech disguises, they posed as successful shakedown artists, interested in lucrative positions as guards for me. With their superior physical, weapons and martial abilities they easily passed physical and combat testing. Impeccable background camouflage covered their tracks. Subtle, conscious and subconscious testing and probing was almost perfect. Cerebro- functional probing was also almost perfect. Various truth drugs tests were taken and standard villain information was taken down. The loyalty and emotional spectral analysis indicated perfect balance and unshaking loyalty. They seemed almost to good to be true. Lisette and I executed a plan we have devised to test personnel we have slight lingering doubts about. A drug I secretly developed was slipped into their water and a activator catalyst indicated there was a small section of their brain that was physically partitioned. This chemical partition breaks down when a certain series of actions take place, after testing leaving these voluptuous and powerful killers to be fully aware, the be able to think and carry out their intended plans. These two buxom babes were hiding something that even THEY did not know, at this moment. A long distant genetic analyzing probe indicated these long legged sirens were genetically enhanced. Matching these unusually heightened codes with the hundreds of millions of genetic codes I keep on file spelled out the real identity of these beautiful killers, Bethany and Belinda Blues. Of course we set a trap.


Relaxing in the warm, bubbling, natural springs pool of a grotto in my central hideout, the curvaceous Blues Sisters entered smiling, their small blue bikinis were beautifully filled with tanned, toned, feminine flesh. Despite this breaking of protocol and rules, I smiled at the sexy, powerful assassins and beckoned them in the pool, to enjoy the warm waters and my warm embrace. Their hands and bodies seeking to show me the ecstasy before dealing out the agony. I was willing to take their ride but leave them paying the fare.


I lay on my back after a delightful, invigorating, sensuous and romp with the two assassins. Satisfied and tired, I feinted more fatigue than I really felt. The taste and delicious aroma of them on my tongue and in my nose. The caress of their hands, feet, thighs, breasts still tingling my own flesh. My manhood, still hard and erect had spoken to each sister repeatedly and they replied in shuddering orgiastic responses. I knew what was to follow.


The sisters languidly redressed in their stunning bikinis, cuddled on either side of me. "Dr. Desire, we wanted so much to get close to you. We have one last service to do for you." Facing Belinda I saw the sudden movement of her knee and blocked it with my own a second before it shot upward towards my crotch. I heard a scream as a big handful of Bethany's hair shot out, at a ninety degree angle, invisibly and yanked her away from me. A tiny needle fell from her fingers. Lisette's own veluptuous form appeared in a black spandex catsuit, holding on to Bethany's mane, spinning her around and landing a right cross that would shatter a cinderblock to her chin, snapping her head around. The blonde assassin drove a speared fingered hand into Lisette's solar plexus and a snap kick beween her shapely thighs, Lisette fell to her knees, in pain but delivered a machinegun fast right/left barrage to the Bethany's belly and a thuderous upper cut to the blue bikinied camel toe of Bethany's groin. The uppercut propelled the blond assassin up to smash her head against the low, granite ceiling of the grotto. Bethany fell dazed, but far from out of the fight. Lisette desperately massaged her own aching womanhood and willed the pain to stop.


Meanwhile I threw my own right/left combo to Belinda's jaw, snapping her head back and forth before powerpunched with the heel of my right palm, between her generous breasts. She flew, smashing against a giant boulder. She slid down the side and shook her head to clear it. Seizing a fist sized rock she swung, full power at the side of my head and I just barely was able to change density, to avoid the blow from crushing my head. The blow dazed me and I sprawled on my back. Kicking out my feet in a snap, my bare feet smashed into Belinda's knees, knocking them out from under her. Her forehead smashed down on my bent knee. I wrapped my powerful legs around Belinda's neck in a super figure 4. Not standing on ceremony, I delivered steel cracking blows to her head as my legs crushed the sides of her neck. Belinda realized that the circulation to her brain was being cut off. If she did not escape my hold, the sleeper hold would knock her out if the punches didn't. This plan was backfiring on the sisters.


Lisette still aching flipped over, slamming the heel of her foot to the back of Bethany's head as the beautiful killer tried to stand. The crushing blow landed with a thud. As it did, Bethany threw her left foot out behind her in a back kick which careened off Lisette's jaw. Lisette saw stars as she crashed on her back. Bethany fell flat on her breasts and face, her ass sticking up awkwardly, the world spinning wozzily, her brain telling her to escape. Both she and Lisette staggered to their unsteady feet.


Belinda groggy from the punches and the punishing sleeper she drew on her fantastic genetic enhanced energy and strength and partially rallied. Strainning every fiber of her being, she wrenched her head free from my iron figure 4 hold, flipping me over. Belinda swayed and staggered as she tried to stand and run. Her equilibrium ruined she fell to one knee and fought to stay up. I grabbed her long light brown hair.


Both Lisette and Bethany struggled to stay conscious. Lisette dove deep into her own ki, willing herself awake and slammed Bethany with a looping left that drove the stunned assassin staggering towards me. Grabbing a hank of bethany's beautiful dirty blond hair, I violently jerked their heads together with a loud CRACK! The Blues sisters loudly grunted and groaned as their head smashed together. Hauling my loose limbed assailents head apart by their hair, I again brought their heads together witha loud CRACK!. Falling to their knees, their super gentically enhanced energy and power spent,their eyes rolling around in their heads, only low moans and groans oozed from their slack jaws. One last time I slammed the sisters heads together with a CRACK, before letting their limp bodies flop on their backs, knocked out cold (*See picture). These beautiful trouble makers would not be getting up any time soon. Lisette staggered up to me, "Who. . . sent. . . themmm" before she passed out, falling into my arms. Hoisting her luscious body over my powerful shoulder. Started walking to the infirmery. Reaching back patting her tight smooth ass, a little TLC and Lisette would be back on her feet. But my lovely bodyguard posed a pertinent questione. Sombody sent the Blues sisters to kill me. The needle would undoubtably be poisoned. Somebody with a lot of power wanted me dead. Calling for some guards to secure my newly aquired prisoners, I would find out who the person or person were who paid for the hit. It would be the worst decision they ever made.


What should I do with the Blues Sisters


Kill them.
3
Make them my sexual slaves and playthings.
10
Tame them, brain-wash them and send them back to kill my secret enemy.
1
Let them go, they are just tools.
3

Superior Girl, Just Before Lights Out!


One delightful benefit of fighting many superheroines is that despite giving them titanic beatings or delivering awesome damage from doomsday weapons or fooling them into cataclysmic traps, they hardly ever show damage. While I revel in defeating highly talented "human" heroines, like Batgirl, Black Canary, or Zantana, who fold like card tables when hit behind the ear by a well delivered blackjack blow, I am thrilled beyond joy when dropping a 9 story building on a weakened superheroine which, except for knocking her out cold and perhaps destroying her costume (assuming it was made with "earthly" materials), leaves her without cut, bruise or blemish. As a practitioner of non-lethal subdue, seduce, defeat and capture techniques (ANY dope can kill a superheroine), it is so refreshing to lash out without restaint at a superheroine whose ego is as big as her bust and whose self righteous blather is as long as her sculpted legs, knowing you will just shut her up of a few hours by putting her baby blue lights out.
A prime example is my recent (July, actually) capture of Superior Girl. Fairly inexperienced she is a top level superheroine with super strength, flight capabilities, heat vision and she is virtually invulnerable. She can be physically defeated by several different alien beings, but they either exist in different dimentions or on far distant planets. Her only weakness on Earth (non-public information) is rare Argon gas. Her weakness is proportionate to the percent of Argon in the air. In light concentrations, she would feel sick and weak, her powers undependable while a pure Argon gas atmosphere would knock her out cold and leave her completely helpless. The gas seems to stun the sections of her brain that control strength, speed, coordination and vision for a day or two, depending on length of exposure.


Being a severely self repressed personality and in total denial of her own considerable beauty and sexual appeal, she is also extremely vulnerable to various seduction techniques. These seduction techniques do not weaken her but she is more likely to do something stupid when she is sensually aroused.


Superior Girl, working in her secret identity as stodgy, librarian, Heidi von Tilden met a visiting nuclear reseacher, handsome Dr. Simon Needs (lil ole me). After a planned, clumsy approach and her initial suspicious reaction, innocent Heidi is thoroughly seduced by honeyed words, skilled caresses and some torrid romps through the references. Subtly, without raising her suspiscions, I increased my energy intensities and sensual seduction to JUST titilate a super powered being. Soon I could tell that not only was Heidi von Tilden seduced but Superior Girl as well. The superheroine in her was losing control as occassional barely controled crushing leg scissor, while my long, wet tongue caressed and teased the moist velvet female cleft between her shapely thighs or her embraces that surpassed normal human female power, were accompanied by a red cheeked, mumbled apology. She finally stammered she had something very important to tell me. I told her to wait till the following evening and tell me when we were up in my luxurious cabin on the shores of Penobscott Bay in Maine.


As we lay on the pillowed floor before a cozy lit fireplace, fine chilled champagne bottles lay emptied. Heidi took a deep breath and stumbled to her feet. "Simon, I have to tell you something. I'm not who you think I am." she said, slowly and carefully forming her words. "What are you talking about?" I asked getting to my feet and feinting ignorance. Her form phazed out and seconds lated phazed back a very recognizable bikini clung tightly to her phenomenal and powerful body. Her blonde hair, normally in a tight bun hung beautiful and loose over her shoulders, her thick glasses gone. "I am Superior Girl." My eyes grew wide in mock surprise. Before she could say a word more I crossed to the bedroom and mumbled, " Well, I suppose you should know I have a surprise for you too." With that I smiled at her, entered the bedroom and closed the door. Sighing deeply in relief, Superior Girl crossed to the door and knocked. "Simon, where is my surprise?" she asked coyly, rubbing the inside of her smooth, tanned thigh up the edge of the polished door frame. "Come and get it, baby.", I answered my voice husky and thick with erotic promise.


Throwing the door open and stepping in. Except for the luxurious bed and furniture, the room is empty. I am nowhere to be seen. A quiet hiss is heard. Suddenly Superior Girl reels as her whole body is slammmed by massive pain and impact. She drunkenly staggers, her head rolling loosely, disoriented, her blue eyes rolling unfocused. The blonde bombshell groans loud and long till her voice is a strangled whisper. "Argon, ooooh who are you?" as she collapses weakly on the bed. My sensors indicate 85 % Argon saturation in the air. The bed drops down in free fall 200 feet. The stainless steel room the bed and Superior Girl drop into is crowded with heavy equipment. Three heavy, robotic 24 ton pneumatic hammers slam down in sequence, pulverizing the stricken Superior Girl and reducing the bed to tiny splinters. Pure instinct drives the superheroine to lurch up lashing out with her last bit of strength, her powerful legs kicking and trashing two of the massive hammers, two powerful punches caves in the remaining hammer, destroying it. Barely able to stand Superior Girl is caught full body by a rocketing column of solid super heavy carbo-tanium which slammed the almost helpless superheroine into and through the stainless steel wall.


Power sensors indicated that Superior Girl who lay out streached on the cold steel floor had only 5% of her original Superior power. Minutes passed as the almost KOed superheroine slowly, painfully staggered to her high heeled feet. She was totally unaware of the my powerful and sexy bodyguard, Lisette behind her, a black spandex body suit and tights emphasizing her every luscious curve. Lisette would "play" with Superior Girl later, but it was time for business. Lashing out with a super powerful kick, The bare foot of the Asian beauty landed with boulder cracking power between the near finished bikinied superheroine sending her screaming in pain as she soared in the air, without the flying capability. Landing with a crash at my feet, her head rolled side to side, her powerful and sensuous legs trying in vain to get her to rise to the battle. I looked down at the beaten, spreadeagle superheroine, amazed. She still looked perfect. Not a cut, scratch, bruise or a single drop of blood. She looked like she was recovering from a heavy sexual adventure rather than a beating that would have killed a lesser being. I felt a surge of joy.
Looking at the power sensors indicators, her energy was at 2%. Gallantly helping her to her feet. I lightly tapped her on her soft lightly rouged cheek till she could focus on me with vacant, dazed eyes. Her hands unconsciously massaged her aching groin. " Superior Girl," I whispered in her ear. "I am Dr. Simon Desire and you are my prisoner." With that, her eyes, still totally dazed, widened in recognition. Every muscle in her awesome body tensed in a futile attempt to fight me. Quadrupling my muscular density, I hit Superior Girl with every vestige of power I had; a right hook that would have been worth of the most powerful superhero. Superior Girl slammed through the steel wall and demolished the already inoperable robotic hammers.


Entering the room the super powered bikinied beauty lay unmoving amidst the wreakage of the bed and the robots. Power sensors read her output as 0% active power, vital power at 100%, alive, but knocked out cold. My bare toes lightly kicked the moist camel toe between her perfect thighs. She did not budge. She was out cold. Reaching down to grab her wrist, I slung her limp but gorgeous body over my powerful shoulder and headed for the dungeon. I could have let a lackey do this menial task, but this one I would enjoy.


What would you do with Superior Girl?


Sell her to the highest bidder
0
Keep her as a sex slave.
3
Let her go. She's a good egg.
1
Humiliate her further with beatings.
4
Test all her powers for future weapons.
2
Try to bring her over to the Dark Side.
2

Lisette Knocks Wonder Woman Into the Arms of Morpheus


Recently, I have had to be sure a number of people were telling me the truth, without resorting to physically "persuasive" means. Kidnapped scientists were designing a miniature super solar accelerator and spectrum manipulator. Several superheroines had information regarding relics and devices they were protecting as well as their sources of weakness which I wanted. Finally a number of fellow villains and supervillains involved in some of my more sensitive operations had been acting suspiciously (There really is no honor among theives, and politicians. But I repeat myself.) . What better way to assure the honesty of suspect, uncooperative and hostile subjects than use a Lasso of the Amazons on them. I needed to get Wonder Woman's lasso.


My faithful bodyguard, Liesette set out to waylay the powerful Amazon. Using news headlines reporting on her heroic affairs, my beautiful Lisette tracked her to Washington D.C. She was to be the guest of honor at a charity ball in Silver Springs. That night, disguised as a school girl, Lisette tricked a gang of young thugs, hanging outside of the charity ball into attacking her and dragging her into a closed down gym. Her white blouse barely contained her large firm breasts, her nipples standing erect against the taut cotton material. Her long, tanned legs, powerful but smooth and sheathed in white hose were shown off by the short plaid skirt which also teasingly displayed her firm round buttocks, as the thugs punched, kicked and dragged her screaming up the shared alley and into the dark gym.


Hearing Lisette's well acted cries for help, Wonder Woman did what superheroines always do. Dashing into the dark gym, two of the thugs shot at her with street bought 38s. Easily deflecting the shots with her bracelets and disarming the two charged her from the back with switchblades. As Wonder Woman fought, Lisette, laying at the heroine's feet, snapped a small orange ampule which sent a tiny puff of sweet smoke into the air, mild pheremone spores. Breathing deeply as she threw light punches at the big, strong goons, knocking 4 of them out. A fifth which held a knife to Lisette's throat thought better about the gang's carnal plans and bolted through the door and ran down the alley, only to have Wonder Woman's flying tiara crash into the back of his skull. Out went his lights as he skidded to a halt on his chest. The tiara flew back to the amazing Amazon's hand, the mysterious Amazonian metal humming as it flew.


Lisette lay speadeagle, her legs wide apart, her arms spread like the letter T. Her eyes closed she moaned and undulated as if in pain or sensual excitement. "Are you alright Miss?" she asked. The sweet smell in the air was subtle. OOHHHHHHhhh!! moaned Lisette arching her back and rolling her head. Dazed the mighty superheroine's attention was rivited to Lisette's hosed, perfect feet, her shapely thighs, pink satin pantied waist and groin, perfect big, firm breasts and breath takingly beautiful, Chinese face. Fighting incredible, erotic thoughts she had never had about a woman before, Wonder Woman knelt at Lisette's side and sliding her left arm behind her back the helped the curvaceous "victim" sit up. A warm feeling ignited between the Amazon's thighs, her breasts and nipples tingled and her head swam a little. "I think I'm just shook up," Lisette moaned, "could you help me stand?" Taking Lisette 's hands, Wonder Woman helped her up to her feet. Swaying unsteadily, Lisette collaped into the beautiful superheroine's arms, her own arms wrapped around the slender waist and power belt. Lisette's bountiful, firm breasts mashed against the Amazon's own astounding tits. Lisette's head and face rested in the hollow of Wonder Woman's neck and shoulder, her moist lips caressing the sensitive skin at the juncture. The sweet, seductive smell and alien feelings taking hold and distracting the superheroine, she did not even feel her power belt and lasso drop away from her waist. The first indication that something was amiss was a crushing, sickeningly painful feeling as Lisette's right forearm crashed between her target's shapely thighs. Having lost her Amazon powers without her power belt it was childs play for Lisette to beat the noble superheroine senseless, till she lay knocked out cold, bootless and stretched out helplessly (*see picture). Target host neutralized, target secured. Now what would YOU do if you were Lisette?


What would you do now that Wonder Woman is totally helpless.


I would take the lasso and head back to Dr. Desire.
0
I would take the lasso, tiara and power belt back to Dr. Desire.
1
I would sling Wonder Woman over my shoulder and take the bitch back to Dr. D.
4
I would take advantage of a KOed superheroine and have FUN!!!
8
I would take the lasso, strip and tie up up WW and leave her for the boys in the gym to find.
6
Something else - please describe
0

To all young aspiring villains, super villains and wrestling heels, have you ever fought some goody goody who simple never showed a weak angle, or made a stategic mistake or were just to damn strong and were generally kicking the snot out of you. Forget the kryptonite or trying to execute the Cambodian Flying Pinkie Slam. Just haul off and blast your, I-just -fight-clean opponent in their privates. For those who are more interested in results than diabolically complex traps, plots, weapons, fighting stategies or vexing personal relationships, a kick or punch in the gazooch, puts YOU in the driver's seat. For those of you Baddies (and I know you're out there) who are, frankly, more brawn than brain, a punt in the cunt, levels the intellectual difficencies. It gives you respect, despite your antongonist's inability to communicate it, at the time. Why they would shake your hand, if they could pry their hands from their own crotch. Ok, well maybe NOT, but who CARES what they think. The Low Blow not only stops the Heroine cold in her tracks but she then presents you with a PLETHORA of luscious, prime targets from which to choose. For a Heel wrestler or Grappler a Low Blow is an excellent set up for: a chin kick or punch, DDT, Piledriver, Power Bomb, Suplex, Sleeper or a dozen other devastating moves. For the Villain or Super Villain an incapacited Heroine or Superheroine is either stew for the pot or an excellent opportunity to escape. More often than not, her doom is now in your greedy hands. Besides Low Blows are a pinnacle weapon of the VILLIAN. It's EEEVIIILLL !! (pinkie to the corner of my mouth). It takes all the nice, clean, honest, honorable, polite moves and actions of the Face or the Heroine and chucks them in the garbage.


The picture above is the superheroine Princess Pure (yes, she is real royalty AND a Superheroine). Not to belabor you all with a lengthy battle description. A very physically powerful bitch, she also has a power gaze. She was pretty much kicking me all over the hideout when Lisette momentarily distracted the Blonde Bombshell which allowed me the opportunity to give her a violent crotch massage with my right boot. You can see the immediate results. After a few easily executed Superheroine Busters, the Princess Hoity-Toity was laid out in her tights. The Princess is now tied up with carbo-tanium rope: legs spread WIDE with a crotch control rope, wrists and elbows, tied behind her back to a carbo-tanium wall, ball gag, nipple clips and carbo-chains. Pictures are being distributed to her father, the King, his government and the press. All thanks to a LOW BLOW who made this regal bow to ME.


Look at the picture, how would you deal with Princess Pure?


I'd give her a massive uppercut and put out her lights.
4
I'd go for those now vulnerable breasts. I'd make her SCREAM!
8
PILEDRIVE her!!!!! Send her to beddy-bye!!!
6
Slap a Power Sleeper on her. Nighty Night Princess!!
1
Villains Choice - PLEASE be creative!
3

A Father's Day Gift Dad Would LOVE! Uh, don't tell Mom.


Fathers Day is coming. Not another tie!? With the help of Dr. Desire, get your father a Fathers Day gift he'll never forget; A SUPER HEROINE OF HIS VERY OWN (for the day) ! This June 15, forget making him breakfast, surprise your dear ole dad with an early morning delivery of his own curvaceous, buxom, long limb-ed and completely pliant super-heroine. Dr. Desire can provide you with HUGE variety of well-known and beautiful superheroines from this and other dimentions.

You can choose between super-heroines that are, knocked out cold, tamed, drugged or hypnotized. Also select hair color, bust, waist, hip measurements and butt and breast firmness. ALL super-heroines are above the age of 18, the universal consenting age (though none of these superbabes have consented.) Superheroines come clad or unclad, bound or unbound. "Toys" are available for an additional fee.
Why get dad a hot water bottle to warm up his bed when you can have our friendly, smiling deliveryboy, Milo deliver the lovely, American Avenger (* see picture) who flew head first into a Dr. Desire Tachnyon Stun Cannon blast. Just tie a ribbon around her ass, slip a loving Fathers Day Card between her smooth and firm cheeks and watch the smile on your dad's face tell you that he knows you love him.
Contact Dr. Desire on this Yahoo 360 page with your order and give YOUR dad the gift that tells him you think he's SUPER.


What superheroine would your dad love to have on Fathers Day?


a super powered superheroine (Supergirl, Wonder Woman, She Hulk, etc.)
5
a non-super powered heroine (Batgirl, Black Canary, Black Widow)
3
an elemental or paranormal powered heroine (Zantana, Namora, Light Lass
0
a local Yahoo 360 superheroine (Sabine, Ricocchet, Jade)
3
WHOEVER YOU PICK, LEAVE A COMMENT NAMING HER. THANKS!
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The Ultimate Superheroine Capture Devise Super Test


Don't you love it when you can use the strength and power of an opponent against them. The Dr. Desire ORGASMA-DOT was recently successfully used against the namesake for all SUPERheroines, Supergirl.


The Girl of Steel tried to quietly infiltrate my lab/hideout on an island off Cape May, New Jersey, a large 30 room, Victorian mansion and lighthouse. Her intelligence sources told her Lisette and I would be at the facility and that I have developed and installed defences to be used specifically against her and her muscle bound cousin. Knowing that the air and land space around the mansion was crisscrossed by thousands of micro-sensors and spectral probes for miles, Kara cleverly decided a quiet approach by sea would be free of sensors and she could catch me completely by surprise.


Wearing a new almost capeless outfit, for extended swimming, The bright red and blue muted by white tight top and white bikini bottoms, Kara plunged into the cold Atlantic and diving deep, began swimming west towards my lair. As she swam slowly towards my base (On the way to Cape May), Supergirl hugged the sandy ocean bottom, her super hearing picking up my sonar and rightly assuming that my guards would think her curvy form to be one of the bottlenosed dolphins that swim around the island. As she approached the silcone-carbo-tanium dome of the submerged laboratory section of my base, still completely undetected she was joined by four friendly, playful dolphins who swam with her, matching her speed. Enjoying the antics of these clowns of the sea and feeling their presence would further hide her approach, the Supergoof did not notice the almost transparent thin harness attatched to the upper section of their protruding muzzle. A small dot resting on the very tip.


As she hid behind a deeply submerged sandbar, deciding her next move, one of the smaller dolphins that played around her, nuzzled her upper arm. Smiling, she saw a dark dot, the size of a quarter resting on her. Her smile vanished as she became aware of potential peril. Supergirls eyes suddenly widened and a large bubble of air erupted out of her mouth as another dolphin, gliding in from behind, slid its long smooth muzzle between the cheeks of her round firm ass. Turning her head as the offending dolphin who had goosed her swam off, she hardly noticed the dolphin that swimming directly at her tagged her between her opened legs, squarely on her vulnerable crotch.


The breath was knocked out of Supergirl as her body was whipped into an almost instantaneous super orgasm, immediately followed by a second and a third. Nonstop orgasms seized and possessed Kara. Her hands grabbing at her groin, the orgasms increased in speed and power, wiping any thought or strategy of escape. Her spinning, thrashing body destroyed the sandbar, setting off the sonar alarms. Lisette and I watched as the Girl of Steel melted, defeated as water and super orgasms took their toll. Drifting limply, shaking with the spasms of unending orgasms, Supergirl was dragged and pushed into the airlock by the four dolphins who then went off to get their mackrel reward for a job well done.


As the water drained from the airlock, I pulled the groggy and helpless Superslut by her short cape. She lay spread eagle on the floor, panting, groaning, sighing and heaving as all her neural endings convulsed, peaked without respite. The rapid fire massive orgasms finally knocked out cold, the krytonian heroine whose every muscle tensed one last time and finally allowed her the sanctuary of unconsciousness.


I have the means to keep Supergirl captive, subdued and even seduced but what can I do with Supergirl?


What would you do if you had Supergirl captive?


Kill her
2
Let her go. Erase her memory.
0
Sexually tame her.
11
Brainwash her and use her as a weapon.
2
Other - be creative and comment.
0

What Did You Do To KO the Champ?


Congratulations!!! You fought and defeated all the game opponents: Barb the Bully, Pam the Puncher, Slugger Sue, KO Kate, and finally Terror Terri. Then you were up against Vivian, the Champ. Surprisingly you knocked her out cold 23 seconds into the second round!! What did you do to KO the Champ?


What did you do to KO the Champ?


I cheated and got the code for an instant KO.
1
I worked wearing down her body then a powerful uppercut knocked her silly.
1
I blasted her with lots of head jabs till she was woozy then a right cross put her in Lala Land.
0
I seduced her before the fight and wore her down with lots of bed-play so she had no energy.
4
Other - be creative and comment.
1

I have always thought the batmobile was a very sharp looking vehicel, as well as being very utilitarian (the only thing it does not do is open beer bottles). The one thing it lacks is a great looking hood ornament. Lisette and I have rectified that problem (temporarily).


In THIS particular dimension, Gotham City's Bat-Companion, is a rather delicious looking red head (one of my four favorite hair colorings). She has a torrid secret (so she thinks) relationship with Supergirl (still a sizzling blonde, with a balcony I could do Shakespere off of.). As Lisette and I had some small but nefarious business in this dimension, I decided to have a little fun with our little Robin Big Breasts. Lisette, created the perfect illusion that I was Supergirl, in all her curvaceous glory. In this dimension Supergirl wears a similar costume as her male cousin, only the trunks covering her thin blue tights are high cut up to her hip. Lovely Robin was standing guard over the Batmobile as the Caped Crusader was chatting socially with Commissioner Gordon (also an attractive woman). Calling out teasingly to the buxom Girl Wonder in Supergirl's voice from a nearby alley, I poked my head from behind the wooden fence and crooked my finger, inviting my prey to join me . Coquettishly turning her back to me, I whispered her name and as she peered over her shoulder, I stepped into her sight line. I ran my hands over my large, firm, phantom breasts, manipulating the nonexistent nipples till they stood out, hard and erect. Throwing my head back, eyes closed, tossing my phantom long, gorgeous blonde hair and groaning so my equally gorgeous prey spun and leered at me. I now had Robin's full and undivided attention. Winking at her and mouthing the words, "Come love me", I ran my wet tongue over full, soft lips and rode my hands which were cupping the large, perfect, Supergirl breasts, down my flat belly and slender waist, down my shapely, strong thighs, massaging them. Then I slid my hands up to the cleft between my strong feminine thighs and using my index and middle finger, I gently rubbed my pseudo-pussy and slowly circling my nonexistent clit, moaning for Robin.


Looking around for any witnesses or onlookers and not seeing any the voluptuous young crimefighter dashed into the alley and threw herself into my arms, kissing me passionately, her active tongue sliding between my lips. She kissed chewed and nipped at my upper and lower lips, sighing deeply as my fingers slid over her moist spandex covered pussy. Her hand reached down to reciprocate when Lisette decided to end the charade. Her hand reached down to finger and cup, what she thought was a dewy, hot and perfect pussy. The look on her face when she tenderly gripped my long, thick, rock hard cock was worth a load of diamonds or several tons of U235. Lisette, standing behind Robin, delivered a moderately strong karate chop, just behind her right ear and under her jawline, which dazed her, leaving her swaying groggily and almost completely helpless. We took turns "playing" with our toy. Striking her with moderately powerful punches to her strong abdominals and then standing her up with uppercuts and crosses, till she was truely out on her feet. Lisette delivered the coup de gras. She took Robin's near senseless head and planted a long, slow, hot and wet kiss on Robin, who has fallen to Lisette before. Even almost completely unconscious Robin kissed her back. Lisette slammed two iron hard edges of her hands against the sides of the Girl Wonder's neck, in twin karate chops. With a final grunt and sigh, she slid down Lisette's gorgeous body to lay knocked out cold at our feet.
Now the Batmobile has a real eye catching hood ornament. Don't you think?


Do you like the new Batmobile hood ornament?


Yes. It adds a feminine look to the Batmobile
5
No. Black Canary or Black Widow would look better.
3
I'll get you Dr. Desire!! You can't do that to a Superheroine!!
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Comment ; ^)
0

A KO Moment (Maybe?)


A darn hard fight! You and the champ have been going 5 rounds and it has been a masterpiece display of physical combat. Jabs and telling strategic blows have worn you both down. She has been working your body, hitting you with long range, heavy leather and you are ready to drop. You have been throwing strong rights, blasting away at her ribs and big breasts, only occassionaly aiming at that gorgeous face of her's. Your whole fight strategy has been built on what you do next, hopefully the punch that ends the fight or at least turns it around.
You feint with a powerful looking right to her large, well formed left breast. She goes for the bait, lifting her right glove and shifting her attention to guard the left side of her body. Shifting your weight suddenly you throw all your remaining power into a left cross which lands with a soul satisfying THUD on the right side of her lovely chin. You follow through, praying that single punch with be gold and lay the champ out. Looking at the picture, the punch. . . . . . .
The punch. . . . .


She took it like a Champ, shook it off and went on to beat you.
5
She went down, kissig canvass. After a slow 10 count, she's still dead to the world.
13

Underworld Friends!! Are super powerful heroines making your life hell? Do they have powers that dwarf your defences or keep them well beyond your abilities to defeat and capture them?
Well, NO MORE!!!


Introducing the Dr. S. Desire, ORGASMA-DOT , the most powerful superheroine busting weapon in a supercriminal arsenal.


Just slap the Orgasma-Dot between any superheroine's shapely thighs (the closer to the clitoris, the better) and watch the fireworks. Instantaneous and rapid fire, major orgasms will rattle the sanctimonius do-gooder. These brain scrambling, body shaking orgasms will hit her with the speed and the power of a Tachnyon Gatling Cannon, nonstop, until she is helpless, knocked out cold.The Orgasma-Dot can be used on superheroines from those only slightly above human abilities to the most powerful tanks in the business.


The product has been tested on dozens of superheroines of varying power levels and abilities. A picture of the acid test is shown above.


The Ice Queen, a powerful, bitter, asexual superheroine was lured out to test the Orgasma-Dot. She is physically stronger than most superheroines and has the elemental power controling ice and cold on a planetary level. She is also mentally conditioned to be sexually frigid and completely non-emotional if not hostile, especially to the criminal element.
Dr. Desire fought the Ice Queen to a standstill until he slid the self-sticking Orgasma-Dot on the tight spandex directly over her clit. The AI of the device sensed the chemical and hormonal change of it's position and began to engage. The Ice Queen screamed as her body was forced to explode in red hot orgasms faster than a strobe. Rendered instantly helpless the assaulted superheroine's eyes rolled, her eylids fluttered as she screamed, moaned, groaned and feebly tried to resist the crushing lust attack. Every muscle in her body was tensed and shook as wave after wave of orgasmic extasy took control of the Ice Queen's body and mind. Fresh orgasms shaking her before the last had a chance to subside. To save her mind and nervous system, the Ice Queen's brain closed down with a snap. One long sigh, her eyes rolled up in her head and her tongue hanging out, she gasped and panted for breath, defeated and completely dominated physically and sexually, the gorgeous superheroine fell flat on her back, spread eagled and knocked out cold. The Orgasma-Dot successfully brought down the toughest target. (The Ice Queen, after waking up two days later, has since become an ally and bed buddy of Dr. Desire.)
This premium weapon is avalable at a premium price. (additional shipping cost if purchased outside the United States.).


To knockout YOUR favorite superheroine and leave a smile on her senseless face, contact Dr. Desire and buy the ORGASMA-DOT.


The Orgasma-Dot can be best used. . .


Before a fight, to weaken a superbabe.
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After physically weakening a superbabe in a fight.
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Giving it to a superfriend as a gift - Happy Valentine's Day
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KOing Super(ish) Girl


This superheroine (a Super(ish) Girl) tried to capture Lisette and me. She had an initial success by catching Lisette by surprise and knocking her out. Castle sensors indicated she is not the Supergirl but a very powerful, non-kryptonite vulnerable but definately assault vulnerable superheroine. She has flying, heat vision and hyper speed. She also has a super libido and dynamic brain scanning indicated a weakness in that area. Powerful physical attacks alternating with intense sexual stimulation seemed an ideal way of subduing this kryptonian wannabe.
Thinking that Lisette was out cold and would not cause her any problems for several hours, she continued her search for me without tying up my bodyguard. Waking up and feeling "frisky" (Lisette really get the hots for superheroines who challenge her) she quickly traveled to our secure section and we planned our strategy.


Meanwhile Ms. Super(ish) Girl was trashing a dozen of my rooms and a dozen of my guards when Lisette and I hit her super hard. In a short time we were wearing this Super Bitch down. She would be reeling from powerful and effective iron hard punches, boulder-busting kicks, bone shattering throws and granite grinding holds and then her tits, pussy, thighs, feet, neck, ears, arms and lips would be assualted by mind melting caresses, licks, teases,and kisses. Her incredible libido confused her and weakened her fighting will. The massive and intense pain/pleasure assualt wore this powerful blonde beauty down. Multiple orgasms and dynamite powered blows and holds, eventually left this busty, leggy and very sexy Super Miss standing but groggy and helpless. She was on the edge of either cumming and having one last titanic orgasm and passing out or just toppling over on her large and perfect tits, knocked out cold.
She stood before us, trying not to look as beaten and groggy as she really was. Her broad shoulders were hunched, her legs were spread wide and her hips were thrust forward, in an attempt to keep from falling down. Her curvy body was swaying and her head rolled and bobbed from pain and exhaustion. Her lips, tits and clit were swollen with sexual excitment and tension. A long moan escaped unbidden from her moist and swollen lips. She did not know if she wanted to beat us or fuck us. Probably both. The feeling was mutual.


But business before pleasure Lisette and I each grabbed one of her limp hands. We both launched side kicks which exploded deep in Super Sexy's belly. With a loud "WWHHHHUUUUUUUUFFFF!!!" our Super visitor bend in half. Looping our arms across her back, we each grabbed her costume where it cut up high on her shapely thigh and hauled her up, inverted and ready for a double teaming, super piledriver. Leaping up and them powering down with all our combined might. Her costume tore where I held it due to the incredible force of the wrestling move. She may not be Supergirl, but her head is super hard. Blasting a foot deep crater in the rock floor with her head. She grunted loudly from the concussion and then her full and strong arms went limp. Her shapely thighs tensed, muscled standing out as she was speared into the rock floor, then they relaxed and parted wide to the sides. Her cum wet pussy and erect clit stood erect from the tight spandex, her camel toe showing her continued sexual arousal. The nipples on her magnificent tits were the only other body parts standing up and erect. Super(ish) Girl was KOed into next week.


Transfixed for a few moments, her lovely head resting in a hole of a thick granite slab. My hand lightly ran down the inside of her thigh and massaged the wet cameltoe of her pussy. I heard a quiet moan from in the hole. Falling flat, her round tits, flat stomach, and shapely thighs slapped against the hard floor and she lay still. She lay motionless when I lightly kicked her between her parted thighs. She was really out cold. Unlike our unwise Super Victim, we have secured her with carbotanium cords (fur covered, of course) and a ball gag.
We still don't know her name. We just call her we just call her what we love to use her for, Super Lollipop.


How would you have handled Super Lollipop?


Just the way you did, Dr. Desire
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I would have just used sex to wear her down to a frazzle.
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I would have just used physical attacks and beat the shit out of her.
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Here is my own special strategy. . . . . PLEASE COMMENT
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KOing a Buxom Speedster


Speed Girl is much faster than Lisette or me, as her name would indicate. She is also young and has spent all her time building up her running speed to well past the speed of sound. So chasing us down a long abandoned mine tunnel leading to one of my western hideouts would seem to be a recipe for defeat. It would have been the end of the line (not really) for my lovely bodyguard and I, except for brilliant planning and excellent housekeeping on my part. Like a white and blue blur, rer buxom, form was rocketing down the tunnel that I and my more buxom bodyguard had raced down just minutes before. Seeing us standing several hundred yards in front of her looking shocked and surprised, Speed Girl decided to used her Tornado Twist manuver, racing close by and around us several hundred times in a second or two, spinning us around like tops, leaving us disoriented, dizzy and helpless, ripe to be captured by the anxious, rookie superheroine. What she did not notice was our footsteps went around an narrow opening into a side alcove. What she was seeing was a our posed reflection in a highly polished, floor to ceiling, angled, glass covered, 3 inch thick steel plate. The resulting CLAAAAANGGGG!!!!! was absolutely soul satisfying. Speed Girl's beautiful face was flat against the now dented heavy metal plate. Her round and perfect breasts were amazingly flattened against the metal, balooning out the sides. Her gorgeous, white french cut leotrad clad body was slapped flat against the highly reflective surface, almost like she was making love to the cold, hard plate. Her face, chest, slender belly, hips, groin, shapely thighs and blue booted legs were stopped dead cold against the ungiving metal. She was even lightly groaning. She made her mark, badly denting the battleship quality plate, but the plate won. Knocked out cold, the sexy superheroine peeled off the offending plate and fell outstretched and spread eagle, to crash flat on her back. *See picture. After taking a few capture shots of the limp superheroine, I slung the unconscious Speed Girl over my shoulder and took her into our own dungeon where she is now tied up securely waiting to be sold or rescued (it'll never happen). If she survives this she should know that it's not speed that wins the day, it's control.


What should I do with Speed Girl?


Use her for bait for other superheroines?
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Use her as a sex toy and then ditch her?
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Hold her for ransom?
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Do all three?
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Another devious and evil option - Please comment
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Slepper KO - Real Satisfaction











As a wrestler or a Super Criminal, I have always loved putting a perky, sultry, steamy, over confident or determined opponent to sleep using a classic sleeper. The true sleeper (not a choke out) is a relatively painless hold. The carotid arteries are pinched off or traumatized (in the case of heavy karate chops to the sides of the neck) to limit or eliminate blood flow to the brain for a short time. Whole body weakening, loss of physical and mental coordination, ironically a raise in libido and often orgasm in some fighters (so I've been told) and the loss of consciousness follows. It can be applied in the classic neck lock, head pull as well as manually pinching the arteries of a suitably weakened opponent. Using it in conjunction with a prone opponent in a camel clutch type of hold is devestating. Opponents with large breasts can be especially tormented before they are induced into the sweet sleep. A powerful Figure 4 head/neck lock, putting preasure on the sides of a hapless opponent, is also a sweet lullaby to an opponent.

Sleeper holds can be adjusted by a powerful fighter to knock out an opponent in under 15 second to a long drawn out KO, playing with a weak, groggy, disoriented opponent until their useless and weaking attempts to escape fade and end, along with their consciensness.

Superheroines can also be taken out by a super criminal using a sleeper, if the superheroine is made "normal" by stealing a power belt or jewel or exposure to a very specific poison or weakening agent. Or an over powered super heroine can be muscled to a sleepy defeat in a sleeper by a superior evil power, like me.
I have fallen victim to the sleeper as well and this is the only time a villain like me will say "Tis better to give than recieve".

Depending on the agreement you have with your online partner/opponent, a sleeper can mean a simple fighting victory over a worthy opponent or a strategy which lays the unresisting charms of an opponent open to to gluttonous, sensual feast. The slow and sensual KO can be part of the sexual play.

In any case, the sleeper is a wonderful weapon that gives great satisfaction to this fighting super criminal (and his luscious bodyguard.).

The sleeper move I enjoy best is

The classic Sleeper - neck lock, pulling on the opponent's head.
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Camel Clutch Sleeper
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Dragon Sleeper
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Figure 4 head/neck lock Sleeper - using your legs
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Grapevine Sleeper
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Another technique -Please comment
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