Lisette - Her Origins

I have had so many requests asking about Lisette origin. I have told a few players but i never have written down the whole story, until now. I have been role playing at a very interesting site called f-list (f-list.com, thank you Mighty Maiden). At this site I wrote a detailed description of Dr. Desire, but i whole the whole origin of Lisette. At that site I had to change her name to Lissette, because my original spelling was taken. For those of you interested, here is Lisette's life story:

Lissette was born in western China. Her mother was a beautiful daughter of the governor of the province and her father was a French missionary. When the governor, who had promised his daughter to the son of high governmental official, discovered their forbidden love, and worse, that his daughter was pregnant, he sent a kunoichi squad to regain family honor. The women killed the two lovers immediately and discovered the new born baby girl hidden in a cupboard. Rather than kill the child, the kunoichi turned the baby over to the monks of a Forbidden temple. The child became a slave of the monks, hauling wood and water and cleaning. The slightest act of disobedience brought beatings that placed the young girl to the edge of the shadow of death, only to be pulled away by a resucitative spell of the monks.

The child discovered a locket belonging to her mother sewn into her baby blanket, when she was 5 years old. She discovered her name was Lissette and that her parents loved her, and that was all.

Lisette grew up strong and grew beautiful. Despite the hideous beatings, the monks would never allow the abrasions, gashes, ripped flesh and bruises to remain on Lissette's flawless body and quickly maturing. At age 15, Lissette's face and body was that of a woman of unparalleled beauty and sexual appeal. She became the vessel, which all the monks would use to sate their feelings of lust. She began to develop an independent spirit with maturity, and the beatings she was given became more frequent and more viscious. Bones were now broken, organs ruptured, blood flowed and while the monks always pulled Lisette away from the very brink of death, they allowed her to feel all the pain. Lissette grew very bitter about life and after a few abortive attempts to flee the Forbidden temple, she began to give up all hope. Escape for Lissette was impossible until . . .

A handsome, young and powerful man, a doctor, came to ask the monks about a hidden relic of power that he felt the monks possessed. The monks captured the man through treachery and imprisoned him. The doctor told the monks that they had one chance and that they would all die if they did not release him immediately. This threat made the monks laught, but none would enter the prison cell to confront or beat the man. Lissette gave food and water to the handsome doctor and had memorized a minor healing spell to ease his pain. They talked at length, when Lissette could steal away. She managed to aid the doctor in getting the relic, and in escaping but she was caught by the monks and slowly tortured. This time the monks intended Lissette to die as slowly and as painfully as their dark arts would allow. She would have died, were it not for the doctor's timely arrival with the relic of power. In the battle that followed the relic absorbed the the magic, the strength and finally the life forces of all the monks. The furious doctor watched the massacre with cold, detached unblinking eyes The young doctor went to Lissette who lay soaked in her own blood, hovering on a razors edge between life and death, with no monks to pull her from eternal oblivion. The the doctor lay the relic, glowing white with power on Lissette's chest and the anciet artifact emptied all the life force and power it contained directly into the dying girl saving her and then burned itself out to a black cinder.

Lissette recovered and quickly discovered that she was very different than before, much, much stronger, faster, more agile and so much tougher. Minor cuts healed in minutes. There were things she could do, illusions involving her own body and changing the density of her body. She could control a flow of static power through all or part of her body. She felt she could learn anything and she fell in love, with the young doctor.

Lissette was taken in by the doctor, who she discovered had the unusual name of Desire, Simon Desire. She found out that he had a massive organization and incredible power. Desire who at first declared that Lissette was simply a beautiful and talented child of 16 who was given a gift by a mysterious relic. She proved to be much, much more. Undergoing Dr. Desire's own Elite trainning program she out performed even all other trainees and then even the trainers. An intense 24 hour trainning program that took 5 years to complete she accomplished in 3 years. She was Dr. Simon Desire's most powerful agent.

Her beauty and her sexual appeal grew as rapidly as her trainning. She captured her first superheroine at age 18, using seduction, deception, and the powerful fighting skills she was taught. At age 21 and a lieutenant in his assault/defence unit, she declared her love to Dr. Desire who took her to his bed without a word.

Lissette is now Dr. Desire's bodyguard. She is sent on special assignments, knockout and collections, kidnapping, special weapons trials or seizures. She is also a skilled wrestler, boxer and sex fighter. She even fought Dr. Desire to a standstill, until pulling a very dirty trick he knocked her out cold and took her to bed, to make up. Lissette is devoted to Dr. Simon Desire, body and soul.

Terror Teddy - Scourge of Superheroines

Gabrielle Mendoza was surprised when the package arrived. She was a coed at the state university, majoring in physics and chemistry. In addition to her standing as a science genius, she was the star of the university female gymnastics team. Standing 5 feet 2 inches, her 115 pounds were voluptuously shaped muscle and Miss Gabrielle Mendoza had a secret. She had, by pure accident discover a biochemical accelerator and neural enhancer which uniquely meshed with her DNA and biochemical makeup. A shattering fluid tank splashed gallons of the powerfully unstable mixture all over her, soaking her blouse and slacks. For several seconds she looked like the winner of a wet T-shirt competition as her clothes clung to her 36DD chest, slender waist and strong legs like a second skin. A moment later she experienced a flash of heat as the fluid was absorbed through the pores of her skin and the mucosal membrane of her vagina. A jolt of power so strong she passed out, surged through her body. As she lay unconscious an incredible metamorphosis was taking place as the fluid merged with her most elemental body chemistry. Gabrielle Mendoza awoke a different person. She discovered she was as strong as 20 powerful men. She could lift a medium sized car over her head without sweating. Her moving speed was 5 times quicker than the normal person and her reaction time was hyper-fast. Her body tissue and fluid structure was beyond normal, her bones were virtually unbreakable and her skin was highly resistant to being cut or punctured, as she discovered when she tried to give blood at the university blood drive. That near disaster was covered by a ridiculous excuse and a hasty retreat. Gabrielle did discover a limitation to her powers, when a drunk driver drove through a red light going 80 miles an hour and hit her car on the driver's side as she was going to her boyfriend. The car was totally demolished and even exploded. Yet she woke up an hour later in the ER with an aching head, her clothes burnt and blown off and the doctors scratching their heads why she did not have the slightest scratch, burn or bruise on her body.

Gabrielle decided that with her power she had to fight for those who could not fight for themselves. She would be a superheroine named, Power Rose. Gabrielle created a material that she could make a battle suit from; a red, skin tight, french cut leotard, high on the thigh, Sky blue bikini bottom and a pink half jacket. Around her waist she wore a compact half inch wide utility belt with an assortment of gas pellets, climbing wires, micro computers, communication bead, light source, and infra-red micro-lenses. Sexy, powerful, fast and smart. That all started a year ago.

Now she was a senior and every ivy league grad school was fighting over her. She dropped her boyfriend, she was far to busy. The superheroine role was going well too. She had found and defeated 6 known criminals as they were committing their crimes. Of course they tried to fight her. Two of the were still in the hospital. She had broken up two gangs, one had been a band of vicious women who were shaking down local businesses. A name had come up a number of times by the police and FBI as well as some of the criminal scum she brought in - Desire, what ever that was.

Last month at the city police headquarters, as she was carrying an unconscious mugger over her shoulder, she met her first superhero, Steel Fist, her knees turned to water. Tall, powerful and good-looking, Gabrielle was certain he was catching glimpses of her boobs and ass. Trying desperately to act cool, and trying not to stare at the gorgeous hunk of superhero, she accidentally pitched her mugger out of the second story window. The sergeant told her not to worry the incident would get lost in the paper work. Before he flew out of the window Steel Fist did compliment her on her battle suit and said they would meet again. So he came to mind when the small package arrived in the mail with a note that read, "From a secret admirer". Gabrielle was getting dressed for a lecture when she decided to open it. The package was neatly wrapped in colorful paper but no return address. Tearing it open she saw that it contained a small stuffed teddy bear in a cute red jacket and wore tiny sun glasses.

"Oh, my god!!" the young super heroine squealed, squeezing the small bear to her large, firm boobs, "You are so adorable!!!". Wearing only a sexy bustier and matching bikini panties Gabrielle danced around her apartment with the little bear and gave it a kiss on the nose and pressed the bear to her chest. "Steel Fist must have sent you." she said to the bear, "I mean, who else would?"

"You would be surprised, doll," said the bear. Gabrielle's jaw dropped and her eyes popped wide open. "Yeah bitch, I can talk," growled the bear with a low bass sound. "Here let me light up your life." with that the bear stretched out his small paws and latched onto Power Rose's nipples. A massive surge of electric power, blasted through the young super heroine's body. minutes ticked by as unbelieveable amounts of power shook and wracked the inexperienced super rookie. Finally the strange little creature released his grip on the helpless super heroine who dropped to the floor convulsing spastically as remaining ribbons of electric power crackled around her and discharged. Sitting on the floor, a foot or two away the "stuffed bear" growled, "Great tits!! Yeah baby, you make me feel all tingly too."

Oooooooohhhh! moaned Power Rose, groggy as she tried to sit up."What are you and who sent you?"

"Ain't you the inquisitive one," growled the bear. "The name is Teddy, Terror Teddy, bitch and I come, compliments of Doc Desire." Smirking the tiny bear snarled, "Is that all you got bitch? One little shock and you're down for the count? Shit! my kid brother could take you and he's half my size.

Slowly getting to her feet, staggering and dazed, Power Rose muttered, "All I got? Why you little . . . . . THUDDDD!! GHUUUHH!! The 8 inch creature zoomed from the floor like the fired shell of a battleship and slammed into Power Rose's belly with his head, about three inches below her navel. Totally winded Power Rose folded over and desperatly tried to remain standing. Terror Teddy strutted up to the stricken superbabe. "Surprised bitch? I can change my density," the tiny villain remarked. "Wanna feel the difference?" Making a sort of fist with his tiny paw, Terror Teddy leaped up again and CCRRRAAAKKKK!!, delivered a super punch to Power Rose's jaw that flipped her over her couch where she crashed onto her back and lay spread eagle,moaning softly. Strutting over to his semiconscious victim, Terror Teddy walked between Power Rose's spread tanned thighs and stared at her camel toed bikini bottom. he could see through the thin opaque material the superheroine's opened pussy, almost a third as tall as he was, and sighed. He ran his soft paws up and down the material that covered her moist velvety folds of her pussy. He massaged her clit and felt it stiffen and emerge from it's hooded cover. In her semiconscious state the defeated Power Rose moaned. " Relax bitch," the tiny super villain grumbled, "The bastard forgot to give me a cock." With that he delivered a hammer blow with his paw to Power Rose's clit. The sexy super rookie's whole body seemed to levitate and crash again to the floor in a massive spasm of pain. Terror Teddy using the almost completely unconscious superheroine's pussy as a foothold climbed up onto her crotch and walked down her flat, sun browned abdomen, up between her big, round, firm boobs which seemed to defy gravity. He stopped as he stood on her clavicle and listened to her moan in her semiconscious delirium. SSSLLAAAAMMM!!! his little foot shot out and delivered the knock out blow to Power Rose's chin, snapping her head back. Knocked out cold, spread eagle and finally completely silent, Terror Teddy was now satisfied. All he had to do now was deliver the prize. He was a professional and this was a job. The first in a long series of jobs he was assigned to do. Dr. Desire had need of this young super bitch, so he got the young super bitch. Terror Teddy strutted down to stand between Power Rose's mountainous boobs and looked carefully from side to side just to make sure he was not being watched and then leaped up to land on her round, firm right boob and bounce up high from the right boob to land on the left boob and to again launch way up and land on the right boob. "WWWHHHEEEEEE!!!" he screamed with joy and finally grabbed a hold of the motionless superheroine's nipple and climbed down to her flat, tight belly. "Ahh fuck it," the tiny terror muttered. "Ya gotta have some fun sometimes." He clicked his homing device and both he and his unconscious prize fazed out of sight.

Mighty Melinda and Super Femme Costume Retrival Attempt #1

Despite the fact that The Humbled Heroine was a five star bar and restaurant and the weekly watering hole for dozens of powerful and gorgeous superheroines, the place galled Mighty Melinda, the leader of the Heroine League and Super Femme one of the beautiful powerhouses of the League. Located all over the bar, restaurant and the huge battle ring room were dozens and dozens of personal effects; power enhancing devices, power shields, force fields,crowns, tiaras, masks, capes, goggles, rings, bracelets, boots, bras, thongs, stockings, entire battle suits, furs, and many other bits of clothing and equipment taken off of the unconscious bodies of defeated superheroines.

Dr. Simon Desire and his infamous syndicate were the secret owners of the the fabulous pub and entertainment center. Powerful, combat trained women, many of them true superheroines would compete against a myriad of different challenges that were held every evening at the Humbled Heroine. Fights were always to a knockout finish. The penalty for losing one of these creative fights was to wake up in either the trash bin in the back of the pub. Only a handful knew that a few superheroines were spirited away to a secret hideout of Desire's were they were very efficiently interrogated and pumped for information and then they ended up working at a notorious brothel known as The Velvet Clam. These unfortunates were brain washed of all short term memories and only after several months would their long term memories return.

There were many items on display that were taken from superheroines who attempted to stop Desire or capture him or his body guards, Lisette and Leore. Both Melinda and Super Femme had been defeated by the super sensual and powerful allies of Desire and had lost items that were now on display in a hermetically sealed display of several overlaid plates of crystal clear carbo-tanium, a virtually unbreakable "living" metal. To the innocent bar customer it looked like kitsch in glass. Melinda desperately wanted her beautiful "power boots" which were slipped off her limp , powerful legs after a vicious battle with Leore left her laying out cold in a pile of rubble in a destroyed bus station. Super Femme had been knocked out cold by Lisette and carried off over the shoulder of the beautiful French/Chinese supervillainess. Super Femme was found weeks later in a daze, in a bed at the Velvet Clam, still in her battered battle suit but the emerald green bra that almost contained her incredible boobs was missing. The bra was now on display here at the Humbled Heroine.

Mighty Melinda consulted with Bruce Wayne about what types of security Desire may use to protect the pub and the displays at night. Wayne industries had still not developed any way to penetrate a single plate of carbo-tanium. At great expense, Melinda had two battle suits made in the form of a dull black french cut leotard that would allow them both to fight and black lined boots that had micro devices that would defeat any light, sound or pressure traps or plates. They would be almost invisible in their suits and their boots would raised them two millimeters off the ground. They could lift 15 tons and still be two millimeters off the ground. The two superheroines would wear nose and mouth, self contained breathing masks to guard against knockout gas, super-chloroform, or air borne pheromones. They were super sensual tanks in sexy body armour and they were ready for their raid on Dr. Desire and The Humbled Heroine.

After a strategy session the two gorgeous, buxom superheroines decided that rather than try to break into the pub which added to the danger that they would be caught, they would slip into their new battle suits and boots near closing and wait till all was quiet. They made sure they were both up to full strength before they left on their mission.

They entered the pub at around midnight and as usual the place was packed. Along with the many regular patrons, some dressed as superheroes and superheroines, were the real deal. Melinda recognized a two members of the League relaxing in a booth getting, better acquainted. Melinda felt a hot rush. She and Super Femme were two of the hottest superheroines in the League and they tended to get each other hot and bothered simply by being close to each other. They were rubbing shoulders and hips as they came up to the bar. They each got a drink which they planned to nurse all night long. They wandered into the battle ring room where a low level rookie superheroine called Ellen Excellence was being taken like a babe off a log by a short, odd-looking man named Manny the Mule, a Desire enforcer hired this evening to take on any interested "superheroines" who would like a challenge and a huge financial reward if she defeated the house "villain". Ellen was young 18 or 19, very busty and dressed in her blue bikini top and a matching thong and a diaphanous short, short skirt. One "E" was printed on each firmly, over-filled cup of her bikini bra. Her nipples were pressing hard against the "E"s as she staggered drunkenly around the ring her head ringing from a dozen powerful kicks. The short man leaped up and snapped a sharp kick, which landed with a loud THUDD!! The stunned superheroine flew back against the taut ropes of the ring which pitched her back to the short ugly thug. With a ham sized, stone hard fist the goon stopped the pretty super-rookie in her tracks with a thunderous right hook to pussy. Ellen dropped loose limbed to her knees, barely conscious.

"Foul!", yelled Melinda , her arms unconsciously circling Super Femme's narrow waist.

"Monster!", yelled Super Femme her English accent and lower tone throaty and emotional, her hand snaked around Melinda's own slim waist.

The goon looked bored at the crowd and at his groggy opponent. With her on her knees they were about at the same height. Turning his back on the helpless super cutie, Manny let loose with his namesake finisher. Dropping into a crouched handstand, the powerful, gnome of a man straightened his arms in a snap and kicked out with both feet in a mule kick. Both heels of his booted feet collided with Ellen's slack jaw with a CRAAAKKK!!

"OOOHHH!!!" moaned both Melinda and Super Femme feeling the unfortunate Ellen's pain and knowing a fight ending blow when they saw one. Ellen's whole body flew back and slammed against the corner post, her head rested on the bottom rope. She lifted her head a few inches, tensed her muscles for a few moments, as if she was about to rise and then went completely limp. She was out cold. The beautiful referee made the unnecessary count to 60 and declared Manny the Mule the winner by a knockout. Looking at the young spread eagle superheroine, Melinda and Super Femme caught the unmistakable aroma of sex and noticed that Ellen's thong and sheer skirt were wet. Hoisting his limp opponent on his shoulder Manny climbed out of the ring and headed off to a side hallway with his sleeping prize.

The Humbled Heroine closed at 3am, according to the laws of the city and stayed closed until 8am. The two super heroines individually went into the "superheroine" lavatory and changed into their new battle suits at around 2:30am. Following other patrons out of the lavatory the invisible super beauties found a quiet, dark corner and waited.

Even after the pub emptied, Melinda and Super Femme waited for a full hour after the lights were turned out before they moved. Soundlessly the two moved to the display case that held Mighty Melinda's power boots and Super Femme's emerald green bra. Melinda giggled as she realized the irony that they were about to commit burglary. How many criminals did they send to jail for doing something very similar.

Hearing the sound of very rhythmic footsteps the two super heroines froze in place. I large humanoid shape walked by stopping every few steps to look around and listen. Despite the well muscled arms and legs, the form was not human. "Bruce" was an android and it's function during work hours was that of a bouncer. Whether super or normal "Bruce " was constructed to usher unwanted or unruly patrons out of the pub without damaging the property. Super powered fights are very hard on real estate so what the public knew about "Bruce" the Bouncer was that normal humans would be picked up and gently taken outside and put down. If they were very violent, a tiny jolt of electricity or a puff of knockout gas would quiet them down for the authorities. A drunk or quarrelsome super hero or heroine would be subdued and removed. Mighty Melinda saw "Bruce" receive a super punch from a drunk superheroine. His body dissipated the power of the blow and then absorbed the energy. The red eyed android then clamped on a super sleeper. Try as she might the super powered drunk could not break the android's sleeper hold and in less than two minutes she was laying quietly on the floor, out cold, being dragged out to the garbage container.

"Bruce"'s sensors raked across the area where the superheroine's stood but the android continued on it's way. After "Bruce' left Melinda had her boots examine the display for traps. The boot circuitry detected three electronically based traps and disarmed them. Four other sensor based traps were also detected and the inline scrambler in the boots turned these traps off.

"These boots were worth every cent the League paid." whispered Mighty Melinda.

"How will we open the display case?" wondered Super Femme, "The carbo-tanium as no obvious door.

"Let's take the whole case and even if Wayne Industries can't open it, at least that bastard Desire won't have our things as trophies."

"Well let me just pull it up," said Super Femme grabbing the edge of the display and heaving up with all her power. The case did not budge. Adjusting her grip the auburn haired, super beauty took a deep breath and tried to lift the case with all her might. Muscles straining and her whole body quivering with the effort, the display case of super valuables remained rooted to the floor.

"Bloody hell!" grunted Super Femme after a fruitless, exhausting ten minute attempt.

"Lets try it together," suggested Mighty Melinda. Crossing to opposite sides the two buxom defenders of justice gripped the display case and heaved together. Veins stood out on their necks, arms and legs as they put all their strength to the task. Perspiration beaded up on Melinda's upper lip as the display case began to budge. Pouring more and more energy into the lift. Just when both superheroines felt their strength would give out the case lurched up and the bottom edge, which was attached to a simple trip wire jerked up. Ice cold liquid poured down from the ceiling around the display case on to the two powerful super women and was almost immediately absorbed into their smooth tanned skin. Through their battle suits and the bare skin of their thighs and arms the cold liquid found their blood and within seconds beautiful Mighty Melinda and gorgeous Super Femme felt their blood surge and boil. They were all heat all, need, desire for sensual stimulation and orgasmic relief. Melinda's last rational thought was that the League had heard rumors of a demi-human working with Desire who had made an irresistible love potion that could be drunk or just touched - a Love Weapon. After that the leader of the Heroine League could only think of Super Femme and her desire to take and be taken by her. Use and be used by her. Love and be loved by her. Consume and be consumed by her. Hot wet lips met and fused together, legs intertwined and groins and camel toes were rubbed and ground together. There was not even enough time to shed the skin tight battle suits. Both super heroines felt a building, searing sensual need for each other. Only sex and the welcome orgasms they brought would keep these beautiful, buxom, superheroines from going super nova.

Some how the two women found themselves lock in an embrace, on the canvass of the battle ring. They had each several orgasms and desperately continued to stimulate each other to greater and longer orgasms. They fucked each other like their very lives depended on it. More orgasms, many more orgasm, dozens of orgasms. Melinda and Super Femme were tired and aching from their exertion and still the desire drove them on and ground them down. Panting for simple breath their hips bucked and heaved, their clits duels and their stiff nipples parried and riposted, in the deep recesses of Melinda's mind, she thought that this amount of sex would have killed even a powerful normal woman.

For another two hours Melinda and Super Femme rocked each other with nonstop sex and almost continual orgasms. They could still think of nothing but assuaging the hot need between their powerful smooth thighs. But their bodies were aching and exhausted as if they had been smashing each other with their fists rather than caressing their breasts, pinching and rolling their nipples and grinding their pussies from one orgasm to the next. They lay helpless as Bruce the Bouncer came marching in at 7:30am, their hips still sliding up and down, rubbing against one another.

Bruce's powerful arms encircled Malinda waist as she tried to sit up and hang on to Super Femme. A powerful elbow was smashed into the android's chest in a futile attempt to force him to release her.

Tightening it's grips to a super powered level to paralyze the diaphragm of it's opponent and temporarily stop all breathing, Bruce stood up so his opponent would hang helpless in the air.

Melinda struggled but being dazed and exhausted she felt herself go limp in the androind's powerful bearhug and her mind blacked out. She woke to find herself laying on a heap of garbage. A second later an unconscious Super Femme was dropped on top of her. Super Femme's huge and gloriously beautiful chest was crushing her nose and covering her mouth. To weak to lift her hand, Mighty Melinda found her vision winking in and out as it became difficult to breath. A ringing in her ears became a roar and as her vision faded to black, she thought if you have to get knocked out. These is not a bad way.

Vampires - Two for One - Scarlet Avenger Has Problems

Helen Price, the Scarlet Avenger woke up. Her neck and head ached, but a super powered sleeper hold will do that to a superheroine. Her skin tight hyper-reinforced battle skin had been opened wide and her large and magnificent 38DD breasts were pointing to the star filled night sky. Her dark areolas were hard and the cool night breeze made them tingle.

"Damn that Desire!" the young, blond super beauty thought. The Scarlet Avenger had fought Dr. Simon Desire before and he had always managed to either defeat her or escape. Even when she manged to bring him to a super high security prison it turned out he wanted to go there to breakout another criminal scientist. She had fought his first lieutenants/bodyguards, Lisette and Leore. She blushed at the thought, Lisette and Desire had found ways of not only defeating her in battle but getting her so sensually and sexually stimulated that she had multiple orgasms, which weakened her tremendously. Lisette had even manged what could be termed a "sexual knockout", making the puritanical powerhouse orgasm till she passed out cold. Simon Desire had a powerful "Knockout Kiss" which finished her several months ago.

" If only they would fight fair", she thought. Well, at least she did not wake up after a drugged three weeks serving those disgusting people at "The Velvet Clam", a brothel. She still had no idea how she got there. She remembered getting beaten groggy in a fight with Desire at his castle and seeing and his right uppercut come flying at her jaw and then waking up three weeks later with a drunken couple having sex on her, using her body as a mattress.

The superheroine sat up and gently shook her head to clear it. Her long, beautiful, blond head settled over her slender shoulders as her huge, firm boobs wobbled enticingly. A thought creeped into the dazed heroine mind that Dr. Simon Desire and his henchwomen were the only criminals who could defeat the beautiful, buxom superheroine and sexually excite her at the same time. She immediately dismissed the notion as absurd, they were all horrible criminals, the scum of the earth. Yet as Desire wore her out during the fight, she felt some sort of heightened sexual stimulation and as she lay there groggy and he fastened on a super tight and powerful sleeper hold, she thought she had an orgasm before blacking out. Her fingers probed and the velvet, soft folds of her pussy wet wet with her own juices.

"Bastard!" she snapped, more irritated with herself until she reasoned that the stimulation was her super body's way of reacting to being knocked out, rather than anything that had to do with Desire or Lisette. She had only been fighting crime as a superheroine for the past two years, since she was 19. She was successful too, except whenever she ran up against Dr. Simon Desire and his organization.

"What's this?" she looked at the inside of her right elbow and saw a tiny, red mark. The Avenger had gotten her powers through a series of rare gas body treatments done by the recruiting arm of a all female law enforcement of the government called the Clandestine Officer Units Guarding the American Republic or COUGAR. She was the pinnacle of their efforts to create a "super solider". She could fly, lift and carry a ton and a half, her reaction time was three times faster than a human, her skin could withstand most common bullets and knives and her recuperative powers were incredibly fast. With her enhanced battle training she could take and deal out a tremendous amount of damage. She was considered a level 8 superheroine. She cleaned house when fighting most criminals, most. Something had penetrated her skin, a needle perhaps.

"But what needle could penetrate my skin?" she thought. "And where am I?"

Adjusting her skimpy battle skin so that her mighty mams were mostly covered, she slowly got to her feet. She stretched her arms and her long powerful legs. She cracked her aching neck and rubbed where Desire's sleeper had cut off the flow of blood to her brain. She heard a light, high pitched ethereal sigh.

She was surrounded by the remains of debris of a torn down city building, a huge vacant city block. Huge blocks of concrete reinforced with rebar, shattered pane glass, empty cheap whiskey bottles and trash littered the destroyed city block. Abandoned row homes were on the surrounding streets and in the distance, tall and ominous slum tenement buildings made up the skyline.

A cold breeze and a light caress of her neck made the superheroine spin around. Nothing, night air. Standing tall, mighty chest out, long legs spread, the Scarlet Avenger demanded, "Where are you? Desire, is this another of your fiendish tricks?"

A light giggle, as if from a deep well echoed in the heroine's ears. She felt arms surround her and cool hands massage her huge, perfect breasts, pinching her nipples. Spinning around and throwing a roundhouse right resulted in a whoosh of air as the steel hard fist struck - nothing.

Confused, the Scarlet Avenger, gasped out loud, as ice cold fingers stroked the lips of her still moist pussy and clit, through her battle thong, pressing in like an icicle. Throwing a super powered spinning kick which hissed through the empty air infuriated the beautiful superheroine.

"Come out and fight me, whoever you are!!" demanded the blushing super beauty.

"My, such a temper and you are most certainly NOT an average city dweller", purred a very feminine voice with a polished English accent.

Whirling around the blond superheroine saw a beautiful, buxom woman with long brown hair. A ruby red lace bra held her big, round, firm breasts and she wore a long sleeved, Victorian cut, lamb wool jacket which emphasised her spectacular bust and her flat, firm stomach. A light, short fur skirt which had numerous slices, showing of her long, sculpted legs. a grey web thong almost covered her sex. Her skin covering her young and voluptuous shape was very pale and her ruby red lips and coal black eyes made the very atmosphere surrounding the mysterious woman smoldering sensual and highly sexually charged.

"You may call me Lady Syble," the woman whispered. Her eyes got huge as she caught the equally sexy superheroine in a gaze that trapped and stupefied the blonde superbabe. "You are mine now," smirked Lady Syble.

The Scarlet Avenger saw everything in a haze that wrapped all around her numbing her and stripping her of any desire to act. She saw Lady Syble's canine teeth grow long and wickedly sharp.

"I am your mistress and you are my food, my toy and my slave." the sexy superheroine heard the words thunder in her mind. Her blood thirsty opponent stepped forward, wrapped strong arms around her own voluptuous body, their breasts mashed together, nipples dueling and drew her opened mouth to the throat of the entrapped superheroine.

"NO!!" snapped the Scarlet Avenger, somehow summoning the will power to break the spell of the sexy vampire. Pushing her back with her left hand the buxom superbabe threw a roundhouse right cross which exploded on the jaw of the surprised Lady Syble like a freight train, knocking her back thirty feet to slam into the remains of a brick wall, which collapsed with the impact.

"You're a vampire!" gasped the amazed superheroine, "but how can that be? Vampires don't exist!" Lady Syble lay stunned by the sudden and powerful move.

A movement of darkness, almost faster than the human eye could follow rockets towards the Scarlet Avenger and a three hundred pound concrete and rebar slammed into the sexy Avenger's stomach, propelling her the air 50 feet and slamming her into an wrecked Cadillac, which bent like a V, pinning the stunned superheroines arms to her sides.

"You should have softened this one up." a groggy Scarlet Avenger heard throaty, sensual female voice mummered in her mind. "You can smell that her blood is far more enriched than normal mortals." Her bleary, wavering eyesight showed three images, all of them a powerful, auburn haired beauty dressed in a leather battle suit. Appearing slightly older than Lady Syble, this vampire was even more voluptuous, beautiful and sexy. Stepping forward this vampire held onto the huge chunk of concrete by four lengths of rebar in her right hand.

The beautiful and groggy Scarlet Avenger thought, "Maybe I can push the car apart and surprise this bitch with an attack! But a powerful kick between her spread legs, which pushed the car back 12 feet, ended that idea. Swinging the concrete/rebar weapon like an ancient morning star and slamming it on the top of the Scarlet Avenger's head with such power that the chunk exploded into pieces, end all her ideas for the night.

As Lady Syble walk up, rubbing her sore jaw, she saw the still trapped superbabe barely conscious. "NOW you can put her under." the older vampire snarled, " I claim victor's rights for first feeding!"

"Lilthandra, you have no right", snapped Lady Syble, her sharp teeth bared.

"Be grateful I allow you to keep this prize and that I don't drink her dry!" roared Lilithandra, snapping at Lady Syble's throat. She is probably another hunter and she would have killed you had I not intervened. Now put her under!"

Lady Syble now had no trouble mentally dominating the barely conscious superheroine. "What are you?" ask the young vampire.

"I am the meal, the toy and the slave of Lady Syble." intoned the conquered superheroine.

"Now let me feed!" snarled Lilithandra as she attempted to plunge her fangs into the neck of the enslaved superbeauty. "Her skin is unlike any I have experienced in 980 years. It is much much tougher than any creature I have ever fed on."

"Let me try", began Lady Syble.

"You think a child of 143 year can succeed where I cannot!" snarled Lilithandra and attacked the bared throat of the nearly KOed superheroine. She managed to make two small puncture. the superheroine's blood was indeed rich. More rich than any the ancient vampire had ever tasted. After she finished and remarked at the wonderful quality to Lady Syble, who then sucked and licked her share of blood from the mighty superheroine who was having incredibly potent sexual dreams. Lady Syble felt and heard the turned on superheroine building to an heroic orgasm. A caress or two brought the weakened Avenger to an explosive orgasm. She then passed out cold.

Satisfied after the battle, the victory and the feed, the two vampires suddenly began to to feel oddly. It was still night and they both felt an overwhelming desire to sleep. They both felt groggy. Their eyes after feeding, which would normally be blood red were a bright yellow.

"We've been poisoned!" screamed Lilithandra who tried to dematerialize. "Ged bag to yo coffin or th sun'll fry yuuhhhh", slurred the powerful vampire who then collapsed, knocked out .

"I can't.... , said Lady Syble as she stumbled to the fallen, unconscious Lilithandra. "I canna consatrate". She staggered to the still trapped unconscious superbabe. "Yuh bish, ha di ya do this tuh us. Ah feeeel sooooo, uhhhhh!" . With that Lady Syble passed out, falling backwards to lay spread eagle before her busty, conquered victim.

A moment later a Dr Simon Desire, Lisette and Leore, all dressed in jet black battle skins, materialized on the scene. Holding the ends of the car, Desire pushed the mangled vehicle forward from the center, freeing the KOed superheroine who fell flat on the KOed vampire, cheek to cheek, nipple to nipple and mount to mount.

" How sweet," smiled the powerful criminal boss. "Looks like we got a bonus on this venture." Lets get these two back to the security cells."

"What about Helen?" asked Lisette.

"They always need help at the Velvet Clam. Now lets get the information from Lady Syble."

Target: A Sexy 143 Year Old Vampire

The lovely creature you see in the image above is Lady Syble Ann MacDermet. I use the word "creature" because at age 19 on 1886 she ceased being a "real" lady.

Lady Syble was the only child of a Scottish Laird. Her incredible beauty and amazing sensual talents caused most men to fall under her spell. That included a dashing, handsome and mysterious young baron from Eastern Europe, or so Lady Syble thought. The Baron Vladimir Bogdan Tzepish had a little secret.

In truth it was she who was swept off her feet and dazed by the charisma of the young man who would only meet her at night. The "gentleman" was easily a match for her sensual and sexual prowess. His deep dark eyes both thrilled and excited her and seemed to draw all her energy, leaving her weak and helpless. During their passionate meetings Lady Syble would get lost in ecstatic throes and evidently pass out. She would wake up weak and exhausted but aching for something more. She barely noticed two tiny pin pricks along the side of her neck, they were numb and caused her no discomfort. Lady Syble's "hunger" drove the young woman to the beds of dozens of men; high born and low. Lady Syble stopped eating altogether. She began to avoid sunlight and had all the mirrors in the castle smashed. She grew pale and beside her ravanous sexual appetite, lady Syble's grip on life began to slip. Her father feared that some malady was driving his daughter mad. He warned her that her "indiscreet" behavior could not be tolerated and she would pay the ultimate penalty if she was caught. During a royal visit the King of Scotland, discoved Lady Syble sexually ravaging his footman and the coachmen, in the royal coach. Lady Syble's father had the two men hanged and then walled up his daughter in her room, to die of hunger and thirst. He left a narrow crack in the brick work so his punshment would be to hear her screams and pleas and moans for mercy. Oddly there were no screams, pleas or moans. No sound was ever heard. In a day or two, Lady Syble Ann Mac Dermet was dead but as you probably have guessed she didn't stay dead. The metamorphosis was complete the moment her natural life ended. The year was 1886 and lady Syble Ann MacDermet was a vampire.

It took a year but Lady Syble arranged the deaths of all the inhabitants of the castle, including her father. The castle became a place of ill omen, haunted some said, inhabitated by Satan Himself, said others. The three villages adjacent to the the castle were abandoned after a time. Nobody ventured within two miles of the huge stone habitation.

Lady Syble had relocated after that to a poor section of London called White Chapel. The year was 1888 and London was turned on it's ear by a series of brutal murders of some poor prostitutes by a man who the press call (and who called himself) Jack the Ripper. The sexy vampire had nothing to do with the murders but the Ripper murders were wonderful cover as she tapped the denizens of White Chapel and other areas of southern England of their life's blood.

What does this have to do with me, Dr. Simone Desire, criminal genius and supervillain extrodinaire? Syble has been more discreet but just as sexually active ever and had been keeping company with a brilliant heavy weapons scientist named Dr. Jacque DeSanguine who has been secretly working for three of the major military powers in the world, and is the formost authority on military nano-technology. Dr. DeSanguine has vanished but he kept scrupulous notes on all his research. These tens of thousands of pages have been inscribed on three micro-dots and sealed in a small cylinder of amber.

Lady Syble knows where either Dr. DeSanguine or where the amber cylinder is. I have to catch, hold and get information out of a very sexy 143 year old vampire. The picture of Lady Syble was taken a month ago. How do you take a picture of a creature who has no reflection? It can be done!

Lisette Trains for a Mission

Lisette, hair dyed jet black, iris coloration altered to brown/black faced off against me in the Castle training ring, an force field contained area or several thousand square feet, containing large obstructions, raised platforms and several computer hidden traps and random weapons which either of us could (and did) use. We were both drenched in perspiration and aching from the punishment of our two and a half hour battle. Though this was a trainning battle we both fought at full power and with intent to do maximum damage. Our next two targets were extremely powerful, tough and almost as devious as I am. The best of our battle skills,toughness, technology,and seductive powers would be needed to nail them. But the wealth of a world was mine if we could prevail.

Lisette launched a very effective series of scissor kicks along with a flurry of superpowered fore and back handed punches. All of which I blocked, except for the last two punches that sent me flying against a carbo-tanium column. Our battle skins were torn to tiny rags,. Lisette was fighting naked, except for a ragged wisp of her T shirt which barely covered her big, firm boobs. A ragged loin cloth hung from my hips. I barely made it to my feet as she attacked with a series of punches delivered at blinding speed.

BAMM!! BAMMM!!! BAMM!! BAMMM!! BBAMM!!! BOOOM!!! I spun and counter spun, barely countering her punches that slammed into the carbo-tanium column, slightly denting the unbreakable material. Lisette felt no pain, her use of kei and her battle center made her immune from that. I knew she was totally centered on the fight. The only other sensation she felt at the moment was raw lust. Battle lust and sexual lust were two sides of the same coin and I train my use both in a complimentary stategy, often at the same time. It's one of the many things that give us advantage over superheroines that are stronger than we are and it would be critical in the comming mission.

Lisette made a rookie mistake then. She leaped up and at the last moment stuck out with a lightening fast spinning side kick which missed taking off my head by inches as I threw myself backward into a bridge. Throwing my right arm across my body my body rotated and delivered a full powered kick to her side. THHHUUUDDDD!!!! SPRAAANNNNNCRAAAAKKKK!!! My beautiful henchwoman tried to ride the kick out but the power slammed her into a reinforced rebar net, which she crashed through and lay momentarily stunned on the plated floor, surrounded by snaped and broken metal bars.

As I crossed I saw at ther base of the shattered rebar net, a small black pouch was revealed. A computer hidden weapon. As I picked up the pouch, I felt the shape of a dart. Removing the dart, it was colored blue, gross muscle paralysis dart. Lisette was already rising, shaking her head to clear it and executing an evasive series of gymnastic manuvers when the dart hit her on the inside of her left thigh.

"Damn!!" she cursed as she knew the fight was almost over. In mid cartwheel her arm and leg muscles gave out and she crashed to the heavy plated floor, barely to move. The drug would be effective for about 15 minutes. Still she tried to fight back, the battle/sex lust raging inside both of us. My hands, lips, tongue and cock played Lisette's magnificent body like a fine musical instrument driving her quickly to a huge orgasm. As she panted, exhausted and spent, my lips sealed with Lisette's in a passionate kiss, our tongues seducing each other. I then pinched her nose shut and continues to kiss my servant and lover; a humiliating knockout kiss. After a brief struggle Lisette relaxed and went limp under me. As I sat up erect, Lisette threw a monster right hook, using the energy to pull her up into a sitting position, as I suspected. I blocked the hook and delivered a crushing karate chop under Lisette's jaw, under her ear. She dropped like a stone, knocked out cold. Seduction, deceit and power. Lisette was almost ready.

KOed At Castle Desire Supers Delivered to Velvet Clam Brothel by Catapult

      Take heed noble super heroines. Super heroines who are defeated at Castle Desire have frequently ended up spending at least two weeks being worked over by dozens of enthusiastic clients of at the super high end brothel, The Velvet Clam. The battered super beauties found working at the Velvet Clam had no idea who they were, what they had been doing, where they had come from or how they ended up at the brothel. 

      It was recently reported by an undercover reporting team that unconscious super heroines were crashing through the heavy slate roof of the Velvet Clam and landing knocked out cold on prepared beds, several times a week.

    
The images above were taken after the super heroine, Pure Power crashed on to an ornate bed and Wonder Lass dropped like a rock through the roof onto a bed. Both super powered heroine sprawled helplessly as lines of anxious, eager paying customers waited to mount the sleeping beauties. Rumor has it that the buxom, KOed paragons of justice are delivered airborne to the Velvet Clam by a reinforced 500 year old catapult.

Would You Hit A Superheroine With A Baby? NO, You Hit Her With Another Superheroine

Blond, young and beautiful, Justice Girl was just starting her patrol of the city when she got word that Dr. Simon Desire was robbing the municipal museum with a cannon. The buxom superpowered beauty was haughty and proud, even for a superheroine. Flush from her victorious battle with the Green Genie, the bodacious rookie superheroine was confident she could take on the infamous evil super genius, even though she had never fought him before. After all she was almost invulnerable, she was more powerful than most superheroines, she could brake the sound barrier when she flew or ran. She told herself to call the League or other superheroines to help her take in Dr. Desire. But her pride overruled common sense.
"If this Dr. Desire is dumb enough to use a cannon in a holdup, then I can take him. I can take a metal piercing shell or even a bunker buster without flinching," she murmured.

"Nobody knows my weakness," she thought as she zoomed across the city skyline. She soared down to skim the surface of the lake in the park gazing at her mighty body approvingly. A perfect bend of power and beauty, big, full, firm chest, slender waist, gorgeous, long powerful legs, full moist lips and crystal blue eyes with long, thick, luxurious, hair. Justice Girl knew most superheros, superheroines and powerful, rich, connected men would give their right arms to enjoy the charms beneath her skimpy white battle skin. Twenty three years old, the sexy superbabe slowed her approach as she neared the museum, thinking what would work best in attacking Desire. She decided that an open frontal assault would show the villainous idiot how useless his resistance would be and it would look good in the papers. She might even let him get in a shot, so the public would see how tough she was. She saw a big man in a black, tight battle skin loading a big silver sarcophagus into an overlong, super-reinforced truck. Four smaller figures in similar black battle skins held odd shaped, broad barreled sub machine guns. Mounted on the truck was a long 30 foot long barreled cannon. Justice Girl laughed to herself.

"What a moron! It's not an energy weapon at all. It's just a normal, rifle barreled cannon. Looks like it shoots a 2o or 22 inch projectile. A big mobile artillery cannon," she thought.
The young, sexy Defender of Justice hovered 40 feet in there air, her hands on her curvy hips, her full cape billowing behind her in the breeze.
"You might as well give up now Desire and spare yourself and your thugs a beating."
Justice Girl saw that Dr. Simon Desire looked to be in his mid-thirties, handsome in a craggy way, powerfully built, light brown hair, greying at the temples. He smiled and nodded to an accomplice in the truck, the barrel of the cannon began to turn to face the voluptuous superheroine.

And you are?" the rugged villain inquired.
" I am Justice Girl," the blond bombshell intoned, "Defender of Justice." The superheroine's big, beautiful chest, and tight round ass thrust out even further.
"You are not on the list, so I guess we have not officially met. I will have to remedy that. I am Dr Simon Desire, supergenius and villain extraordinaire," the big man executed a perfect bow, never taking his eyes off the shocked superheroine. "I would like to take you to my castle, the next time we meet. Presently I am have some urgent tasks that need my attention." the handsome villain spoke matter-of factly. The big cannon drew a bead on the Justice Girl. The cross hairs in the truck rested on the sexy superheroine's flat bellyabout three inches above where navel would be. Justice Girl did not fail to notice the weapon's aim.
"I think you are confused Desire," she snapped. "You are spending about 300 life sentences in prison."

" I hope you'll allow me to defend myself." Desire replied earnestly..
"If you insist," laughed Justice Girl, her breasts bobbled delightfully. Her nipples began to harden and she felt a heat between her luscious, strong thighs. Anticipating battle always got Justice Girl hot. "What do you intend to do with your pea shooter? Tickle me?" mocked the gorgeous rookie superbabe. She tightened her super strong abdominal muscles, anxious to see the useless projectile explode against her steel strong muscles leaving her gloriously unharmed.

" I actually intended on using her to open up the museum's safe, but the curator was so accommodating that he gave me the sarcophagus without a fight but she has tickled me and much more," Desire winked, lightly patting the large outlined bulge at his crotch. "Fire," Desire said conversationally.

Justice Girl had enough time to wonder, "Her? she?" Justice Girl's enhanced hearing picked up the moans and rhythmic sounds of sex coming from the barrel of the cannon. An earsplitting roar of the big gun's report, just about deafened her. A red blur streaked at Justice Girl at hypersonic speed. Justice girl recognized the voluptuous form and scarlet battle skin of of Lady Invincible her face screwed up in unquenchable sexual desire.

KAAAKOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!

"SHI .. GOUUUUUGGGGGOOOHHHH!!!!! was all the white clad buxom superheroine could get out as the equally buxom red clad superheroine, Lady Invincible, slammed head first into Justice Girl's flexed abdominals. The physics of two near invulnerable bodies colliding at almost 3000 mile per hour were devastating to the two superheroines, knocking both out cold and dropping them both straight down to lay unmoving on the grey-blue tarmac.

Slipping on gloves and a wite lab jacket, Dr Desire walk taking a sampling box he walked up to the two limp, defeated superheroines. Ligthtly kicking the white clad figure between her spread eangle thighs, the supervillain was rewarded with a weary moan but no movement. Kneeling at her side he lifed an eyelid and confirmed the superbabe was indeed knocked out cold. He repeated his check on Lady Invinsable whose head rested on Justice Girl's belly. His check had the same result. Both sexy heroines were deeply in LaLa Land.

He opened Justice Girl's mouth and slid in a test tube, collecting saliva. Using a carbo-tanium needle and clear CT tube to collect a blood sample. Slipping the battle skin to the side to expose her pussy, Dr Desire was not surprised to find her sex wet and that her clit was erect. Deftly manipulating the unconscious superheroine's clit and pussy bringing her to an orgasm and catching her spurting cum and pussy juice in another test tube. A Desire guard pulled Justice Girl's long, thick blond hair, to sit her up, her head lolled forward. Dr Desire then pulled the top of her white battle skin down far enough to expose her perfect, round, firm breasts. The helpless heroine's nipples were hard and erect. The supervillain massaged his target's breasts, teasing her nipples by pinching and gently twisting them. He milked her like a cow and squirted pre-milk into a test tube. The Guard released her hair and Justice Girl fell back to lay spread eagle with a THUD!

Sample collected. Dr. Desire unfastened Justice Girl's beautiful blue cape to exhibit at his pub, The Humbled Heroine. He wrote a short note on a calling card and slid it underneath the white battle skin and halfway into her pussy. Desire climbed into the truck with his samples and his guards. They then phased out of sight and disappeared from view leaving the two unconscious superheroines to the mercies of the crowds, the police and newspaper and televion reports who were busy taking pictures and running film. The note could be read as it stuck out from the unconscious superheroine's sex, it read; "Better luck next time, live and learn. See you at the Castle, or the Humbled Heroine.

KOed Black Wonder Woman Boosts SBB Missle Sales

Months ago several superheroines from the League were taken out of a huge fight, after being decoyed with a few standard missles and then hit with a SBB (Superbabe Buster Missle. Later a Suberbabe Buster delivered the coup de gras to Supra Woman and another put Super Star deep into LaLa Land. The sale of these super bludgeon weapons has been going steady until the recent battle pitting Tandara, a Black goddess from Amazon Isle.

If I could capture this beautiful, powerhouse using my little toy, I knew that sales would easily quadruple. This superheroine has taken to justice, numerous criminal and super criminal element, globally. Her power is on par with other Amazon battlers and she is even the equal to Diana Prince. However her ability to withstand punishment, her constitution, is double that of any Amazon. She is a tremendously tough opponent.

I lured the buxom Amazon to the top of an unfinished skyscraper where she thought some hostages were being held. She fought Lisette and me. She took a tremendous beating but always rose to fight on. Tandara is a beautiful, black tank. Predictable, as all superheroines are; when she saw the missle soar toward the tiny shack, where she thought the hostages were being kept. The shack was at the very top or the structure, on the highest platform. Tandara broke away from our fight and swung in to free the hostages only to find the shack empty. The SBB came through the flimsy wall and slammed into that big luscious chest.

My new power compressed explosive technology delivers massive destructive power to an area of only a few meters. The power of the concussion blows the exotic, chocolate colored Tandara through a dozen highrise buildings and carries her to the outskirts of the city. She smashes through the vertical steel girder of an abandoned construction site, slowing her meteoric trip. Her voluptuous body plows a furrow in a long concrete pad. Crashing through a final stone wall her limp body flips over and slams down, spread eagle on the ground.

Following her destructive involuntary flight path, Lisette and I find the Black Amazon blockbuster laying on her back groaning, stunned, semiconscious, weak and helpless. Tandara's nipples are hard and erect, pushing up the material of her costume.Her dark eyes are rolling around in her head, unfocused. Kneeling by her steaming hot, powerful body, I run my index and middle fingers between her powerful thighs, along her pussy and find the material moist, her clit aroused and erect. As I continue to sexually stimulate the helpless Black superheroine, her legs weakly scissors, her hips unable to thrust up against my slick fingers, as they slide inside the velvet soft, wet folds of her gaping pussy. Tandara's pussy muscles contract and try to milk my fingers. Her groaning becomes moaning as her passion grows. The fingers of my left hand pinch the Black Super Beauty's nose closed as the fingers of my right hand relentlessly drive my target toward a monumental orgasm just a few moments away. My warm wet lips seal against Tandara's full, lush, wet lips, cutting off all air to the helpless Amazon goddess. As my tongue slides into the downed superbabe's mouth I find her own tongue anxious to sensuously play, seemingly oblivious that her vital air supply has been cut off.

The big, buxom Black Super Beauty shudders and convulses as her body orgasms and at the same time realizes that she is being slowly, sensually being knocked out, but completely helpless to stop the KO. Arms and legs whirlwind weakly, her groans turning into a few weak squeaks. Movement and sounds melt away as Tandara relaxes completely. The KO Kiss finishes her off, knocking her out cold.

After Lisette collects the DNA and power indicator samples of blood, saliva, pre-milk,and vaginal secretions I truss up Tandara with soft, unbreakable carbo-tanium cuffs, elbow and knee binds and ankle connectors. She will stay at the Castle for a week, then a catapult delivery to the Velvet Clam brothel. I take her tiara as battle spoils, which will be on display along with hundreds of other superheroine and female fighter personal items, at my luxury pub and entertainment center, The Humbled Heroine. Slinging my Sleeping Super Chocolate Delight across my broad shoulders, Lisette and I phase out back to the Castle.

The Scarlet Sickle Test

The scene was, kinky. A mix of the middle ages and the distant future melded in the heavy granite dungeon lit by candles, torches, computer screens and apparatus that had been created on other worlds and dimensions. Four people stood in the dismal room Three spectacularly sexy, deceptively powerful women. One in a jet black battle skin, the other woman in a dazzling battle skin, with a mesmerizing design which seemed to move and throb, The third was the internationally known Russian super heroine, Scarlet Sickle who had vanished mysteriously a week ago from a high end vodka bar. The blonde haired Russian powerhouse lay helpless on a heavy marble table, unfettered, except for a cerebro-stasis beam, which scrambled her thoughts, idea, mental pictures and senses at such a high speed that despite her indomitable will and fighting spirit and super powerful physique she was incapable of moving.  Dressed in a short red cape, a red thong and an ultra sheer, red, 10 inch skirt and a red bikini top which barely held her round firm breasts. The fourth person in the room was a handsome man, large and powerfully built a touch of grey shot through his brown hair, dressed in black battle skin covered by a lab coat. A seductive evil aura surrounded the man. He was Dr. Simon Desire, super villain and genius scientist who could trade punches with the mightiest super heroines. His evil empire stretched beyond the boundaries of earth and into several dimensions.

The women belonged to him, body and soul. Working quickly and meticulously the man dipped a small painter’s brush into a small beaked of light grey powder and ran the brush lightly on the soles of his captive’s boots. He lightly painted the thong as it rode between the shapely thighs, emphasizing her moist mons and anus, which held tight to the dusting. Desire applied the brush to the material covering the busty super heroine’s nipples.

“That should be the minimal amount to achieve my intended results.” said the devious doctor examining his work.

 Next to the captured super heroine, a cardboard cutout of the ultra sexy Russian super heroine with a single micro receptor clipped on to the cardboard figure which was chained to the floor and ceiling to keep it from moving.

 The woman in black, Lisette an incredibly exotic and beautiful Chinese-French woman with long red hair and fiery green eyes and a voluptuous, ultra fit physique, stood next to  Desire  her hands resting on his broad muscular shoulder, as she watched him work. Lisette was Desire’s bodyguard/hit woman and lover.

  “Simon, what exactly is the power?” Lisette asked, leaning against the villain, her big firm bust brushing his arm.

“The dust is actually millions of  micro dyna-joule transmitters

  The other woman, Leore a staggeringly curvaceous beauty with cold blue, hypnotic eyes and short white hair, also served Dr. Desire as a bodyguard and hit woman, watched the operations with interest.

“Lisette, begin the transfer.” murmured Dr. Desire.

Lisette turned to a instrument bank threw a small switch.  The cardboard cutout shimmered for a few seconds. Dr. Desire picked up a heavy iron club and stepped in front of the cardboard cut out. Limbering up the villain slammed the club into the abdomen area of the cardboard figure, which should have shredded the cardboard, but the club was stopped by the intact cardboard with a heavy THUD.

Checking a probe readout screen, Lisette’s honey sweet voice relayed the information. “The target’s powers of strength and invulnerability are now linked to the cutout. She felt the blow but the impact is far below her estimated pain/injury threshold.” “As predicted.” smiled Desire.”Leore.”

  The super villainess picked an ugly, medieval looking weapon, a huge, heavy, gnarled fist on a two and a half foot long handle. Both handle and fist were made of a dull black material. Placing the head of the weapon between her magnificent breasts, Leore purred. Leore was tall and powerfully built yet she seethed sensual and sexual energy. Casually Leore began swinging the modern morning star in a figure eight; Desire pressed a button on a small hand held device and the metal fisted weapon began to glow. Leore swing built momentum and Leore expertly  swung out of the pattern and the fist thundered into the exact spot on the cutout where Desire iron club had moments before hit without any affect. BaBAMM!  “PPUUHHhhh!” This time however a double thud could be heard, almost simultaneously. The Scarlet Sickle gasped, her eyes wide in shock and pain. The heavy, marble slab on which she lay, cracked as she slammed back. Her hand clutched her aching belly.

“Engergy transferred in dual strikes, the second three times greater than the first.” intoned Lisette calling the information on the readout. “Retained energy is 90%.”

Leore swung the fist around her head and brought it around and up to slam between the cardboard thighs. BuBUUMM!!!  ” HHHAAAIIIHHhhhh!! Ohhhh, Nyehhht!!!” screamed the Russian crime fighter her hands holding and massaging her battered pussy. “Good one Leore!” exclaimed Lisette, “Again a twin strike, the same 3 to 1 difference between the second and first strike. Her energy retention is down to 77%. Her body is replicating and magnifying each blow.”

“Keep monitoring Lisette. Leore, continue the experiment.” Desire said, concentrating.

Leore spun the weapon till it was a dark blur, then  breaking into the figure 8 swing, the heavy fist weapon blasted the super heroine on the sides of her head 4 times: THU-THUDD,  “UHH!!”  THU- THUDD, “UHHH!!”  THU-THUDD,” OHHH!!” THU-THUDD, OHHH!  UUHhh! snapping her head back and forth.

“ Four double strike series, 59%, . . 44%, . .31%, . . 17% . . target has energy retention, the target is semiconscious.”

“Disengage cerebro-stasis beam.” said Dr. Desire walking next to the stunned, sexy, super heroine, her eyes rolling, unfocused. He examined her carefully as she moaned, scissors her long legs open and closed and rolled her head in her semiconscious state.

“The experiment is a total success. We can incapacitate a the highest level super entity directly or indirectly.” he smiled. “We have the pirated Ryan coordinates, the plan, the weapon, the equipment. Lisette, you have the profiles on the two super vamps?”

“Yes, Simon, I’ll brief you and Leore in transit.”

  “Uh, our guest’s retained energy is now 21%, she’s beginning to come to.” warned Lisette.

The groggy Russian super crime fight struggled to sit up, shaking her head to clear it. Her long beautiful hair swirled seductively, following her groggy head.

“Uhhhhh! Moja golova . . . (my head . . .)”  she groaned, her slender fingers caressing her temple and still aching pussy.

CRAAAAKKK!! “UUHHhhhh!” Dr. Desire’s round house right to her jaw snapped the soviet super heroine’s head and shoulders and upper torso.  “Ohhh!” the blonde bombshell moaned as her body swayed on the marble slab, her eyes rolling up in her head. She fell back onto the slab with a  Thunk!

Horosha noch’, vozljublennyj. (Good night, sweetheart) sneered Desire as he massaged the knuckles of his right hand.

“Single strike, 4% retained energy, she’s out cold.” laughed Lisette.

“Leore, inject her, load her on the catapult. They can use her at the Velvet Clam.” ordered Dr. Desire. “Be back here in an hour. Then we have to extract those three League bitches.”

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Desire's New Interrogator

Dr. Desire's empire is expected to grow dramatically this summer with a record number of superheroines falling helplessly into his clutches. Lisette and Leore will be very busy seducing, bashing and collecting these busty do-gooders. Vast amounts of information will have to be pried out of those full, moist, sealed lips (all of them). A specialist needed to be found and Dr. Desire has retained the services of the perfect candidate for this job of Interrogator. This woman, selected from the Elite Guard force of Desires vast human resources has undergone brutally intense trainning of Lisette, Leore and Dr. Desire himself. The woman was herself subjected to every torture and seduction device and technique in the Desire vast arsenal . She was trainned, tamed, brainwashed using torture, sex and sensuality, psycological and emotional pressure, drugs. Her identity has been crushed, destroyed and wiped from her mind, she is simply - Interrogator. She lives to serve Dr. Simon Desire, body, heart, mind and soul. She is a fighter well below the power and ability of Lisette, but far beyond a powerful well trainned man. However her knowledge of psycology and the anatomy and psyiology of human and several hundered "alien" life forms is far beyond anyone on earth. Her ability in using pain, drugs, sensual and sexual persuasion and other more unusal methods to induce stubborn superheroines to reveal information has never failed.

If a superheroine wakes up in a Dr. S. Desire dungeon or holding cell and has information that Dr. Desire wants - one way or the other, whether using blinding pain, ego shattering humiliation, mind numbing drugs or unending orgiastic sesuality and sex - the Interrogator WILL make her talk.