Ian Master, owner of the city's hottest nightspot, the Super Villain Club eyed his new waitress as she walked across the club's floor. The busty blonde was dressed in thigh high white spike heeled boots a tiny lace G-string, and a white "super hero' style mask that covered the top of her face. Her naked breasts bounced pleasingly with each step she took in the six-inch heels. Mr. Master loved those shoes. Not only were they sexy, the kept his super heroine "employees' from running to fast in case they needed discipline. Not that they were actually employees, of course. He didn't pay them, nor did he force them to reveal their secret identities, so he didn't even have their real name in his books.
Mr. Master didn't need such precautions; his methods of keeping them in line were more than sufficient. He had studied with the best, first in his former job as a CIA operative specializing in brainwashing and mind control, and later in his travels across Asia where he learned many secret martial arts and torture techniques. All his training had ultimately been for one purpose, control. By breaking the will of the city's many super-heroines, he was able to tell them what crimes to prevent, and what crimes to ignore. A few well placed assassinations served to keep male super heroes from entering the city and disturbing Mr. Master's business. After a while, very few criminal activities succeeded without Mr. Master's stamp of approval. Of course his approval was always available, for a price. All an enterprising Villain had to do was buy VIP membership at Club Super Villain and the valiant ladies that defended the city would (literally) bend over backwards for them. All his empire required to succeed was a little properly applied discipline.
"Ice girl." Mr. Master beckoned the topless blonde, with just a hint of menace. He didn't need to try to be menacing; his years of martial arts and physical training had given him a body that would intimidate most professional weightlifters. To disguise himself, he wore an antique Japanese demon mask that had once served as the faceplate for a samurai's helmet. It contrasted wildly with the formal tuxedo he liked to wear to work, giving him a subtle otherworldly look that put most people on edge, just the way he liked it. "Yes Mr. Master?" she said, with a slight tremor in her voice. "Come here." He beckoned. Nervously she walked forward, her huge round breasts heaving up and down with each breath. She walked over and stood in front of her boss, her eyes downcast, afraid to meet his gaze. Suddenly Mr. Master reached out and pinched both of her nipples hard and pulled down, forcing her to her knees. She started to cry out, but a stern glance from Mr. Master silenced her. "How did I train you to walk at work?" he asked. "W-walk sexy, a-and sway my hips."
"And?" he prompted, pinching harder.
"Ow! Ahh.. With my chest out to sh-show off my tits." She whimpered.
"And why is that?" prompted Mr. Master, in the calm questioning tone of a teacher giving a quiz.
"B-because I need to act like the slut I am." She stammered, in a pleading, defeated tone.
"Good girl." He replied, satisfied. He yanked upward on her nipples, jerking her to her feet. "Now get to work bitch!" Mr. Master commanded, slapping her hard on the ass, leaving a red imprint of his hand on her shapely buttocks. Ice Girl obediently hurried off to the bar without so much as a backward glance and begin using her super powers to ice drinks for customers. "Damn, you sure got her trained quick." Commented somebody behind him. Mr. Master turned to see the scaly green face of one of his newest VIP customers, The Reptile.
"Ah, it was nothing." Commented Mr. Master. "You just have to guess how they think. Ice Girl, like many modern superheroines, has secret fantasies of being captured and dominated. Playing on that mentality is quite easy."
"Yes, well. I'm still amazed that this place is here. I mean, you capture super-heroines and force them to parade around the city's busiest nightclub in G-strings and spike heeled shoes, dance on stage, serve drinks, and even crawl under a table to give a blow-job to anybody who gives them a fifty dollar tip. You hire the hottest bands to perform, which draws in hundred of locals, who rub shoulders with the twenty or so super villains that hang out here ever night, most of whom are wanted by every government agency in the book. You even have the balls to name the place the "Super Villain Club.' And yet you never get busted. No cops, no stories in the media, nothing. I just don't get it.î
"It's simple." Replied Mr. Master. "The cops and the feds don't have the resources to tangle with somebody with ties to all the super heroines AND super villains in the city. And I don't have to worry about the media, since I hide in plain sight. Most people think I just pay the super heroines to work here, and nobody expects to actually see a real super villain in any place as obvious as a club called the "Super Villain Club'. They just assume that the real villains here a just people dressed up for the club. Some of my normal customers have started dressing up in costumes just to fit in.î
"But aren't you worried about some of these super bitches getting organized and coming after you?" Asked reptile. Mr. Master sighed.
"I'm count on it. How do you think I get most of my employees? In fact I'm expecting an attack from one of our cities valiant defenders any moment now.î
Gladiatrix peered at Mr. Master through the skylight of the club. Tonight she was going to take down that arrogant bastard. She took a few steps back, preparing to do a running jump, and crash though to the floor below. She shivered a bit as she stepped back. Her costume may have been traditional for the ancient gladiator battle skills she studied, but it certainly wasn't warm. Two wide leather straps of her weapons harness criss crossed her ample breasts, providing a small amount of modesty. An ancient brass helmet protected her head and concealed her face, except for her pouty red lips. She had a studded leather skirt, of the type gladiators in ancient Rome wore. It was made of individual loose straps hanging down from her belt, so if she moved quickly people would get a good view of her pussy or her shapely ass. Not that she cared much. A lot of the time a quick flash distracted male opponents. And really, she always got excited when whomever she was fighting stared at her body. Gladiatrix knew thoughts like that could get her captured, or worse, but she couldn't help it. Sometimes just thinking about what those villains wanted to do to her would send one of her hands beneath her skirt to finger her wet pussy. She caught her hand reaching down there, and stopped herself. "Stop it." She said to herself. "I need to be focused if I'm going to stop this guy." Gladiatrix did a quick weapons check. Short swords, whip, throwing daggers, all there. It's now or never, she thought. Gladiatrix ran up and jumped through the skylight.
The Skylight shattered sending glass showering down on the floors as Gladiatrix fell to the floor, rolled out of the fall and came up face to face with Mr. Master, swords drawn. Looking around, she notice that none of the customers bothered to avoid the falling glass and nobody was so much as scratched by it. Seeing her momentary confusion, Mr. Master took her by surprise with a swift kick to the midsection. Gladiatrix flew back 8 feet from the blow, landing on the main stage, which was currently empty. "Sugar glass. " commented the tuxedo clad master criminal. "Like they use in movie stunts. All the windows here are like that. You super-heroines always seem to like jumping in through skylights or windows. Did you ever think of using the front door?" He said gesturing to the open door. A few people in the crowd laughed at this. Many of them had seen super heroines captured here many times before, and most believed that it was all staged.
She leapt to her feet, enraged. "You bastard. You dare mock me, Gladiatrix, the greatest warrior in the world?" Mr. Master laughed softly as he leapt on stage with her. He turned his head towards the crowd and announced "If anyone in the audience tonight would care to fuck the noble Gladiatrix on stage when I'm finished with her, please head to the bar and take a number." A crowd of men rushed the bar and began ripping numbered tickets from a dispenser that had been placed there for just such a purpose. Gladiatrix was furious. "I'll have your head, Mr. Master!" she spat, brandishing her swords. "Really, my dear? Come on then." he beckoned, in an amused tone. Her swords came at him, almost too fast to see. Mr. Master ducked under one blade aimed at his neck, and dodged to the left to avoid a thrust aimed at his heart. Gladiatrix followed up with a series of rapid-fire slashes, but to no avail. Her opponent was simply too fast, easily dodging all of her attacks.
"This can't be! I am mistress of the ancient combat arts!" she exclaimed, her attacks slowing from exhaustion. Mr. Master could see defeat in her eyes and knew he'd one. This girl may be able to take down the average bank robber, but few people in the world could last long against him in single combat. "Well mistressÖ" he reached out suddenly and snatched the leather bullwhip from her belt. The super villain spun the whip around and lashed it around her ankles, binding them together. Then with one sharp pull of the whip he yanked her to her knees. "ÖIt seems you've met your master!" he shouted in triumph. Applause rung out from the excited crowd. Mr. Master stopped for a second, focusing the mental energy to perform one of the most difficult martial arts strikes. He then brought a single finger down gently on her temple. The ancient maneuver was the most difficult feat he learned from the secretive monks he had trained with. It focused his inner energy to a powerful stunning attack that would leave his opponents conscious but unable to summon the strength to fight. "Ohhhh" she sighed as the energy coursed through her body. The maneuver often excited women, especially those who enjoyed the sensation of losing control and being dominated. "There, you're looking happier already. I guess you just needed a little helping hand." sneered the victorious villain "Just one more thing though." He reached over and pulled open the clasp that held her outfit together and tossed the one-piece outfit into the audience, leaving her naked. A drunken club goer caught it and excitedly held it up like he'd just caught a fly ball at a baseball game. Her enormous breasts bounced out free from their confining leather straps. Mr. Master paused for a moment to admire her nude form, watching beads of sweat drip from her forehead, roll across her heaving chest and down her shapely thighs. He then turned to the audience. "Well my friends, I leave it up to you. Should I let the fair damsel go?" cries of "No, No!" rose from some of the crowd. "Or do you think she should congratulate the victor properly?" Applause and cheers from the crowd rang out. Gladiatrix looked around with concern, but she was too weak from Mr. Master's stun attack to move. "Sorry my dear. The customer is always right."
He turned to her and unzipped his pants, pulling out his enormous cock. Her eyes went wide at the sight. She had never seen anything that large on a man. It reminded her of a dildo one of her friends had bought her for her birthday, one so big she was afraid to use it. Gladiatrix jaw dropped as he moved towards her. She began to plead for help, but was silenced as Mr. Master thrust the monster cock into her mouth. The crowd roared with approval. He grabbed the back of her head firmly and brought her down again and again on his cock, plunging it deep down her throat. The sensation of sucking his huge member along with the dirty allure of being violated in so public a place was too much for her. Gladiatrix completely gave in, sucking and working her tongue as best she could. She ran her hands across her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples as she did so. The cheers from the exited crowd drowned out all other noise, and they fought to get close to the stage to get the best view. Only an invisible force field from one of Mr. Master's loyal employees kept them from climbing up on the stage. Mr. Master bent down slightly so she could hear him and said "I'll tell you what Gladiatrix, You've been a very good girl so far. If you swallow every drop of cum, I may just let you go. Understand?" She looked up and managed a muffled "MmmmHmmm" despite having his massive dick in her mouth. He gripped her head firmer and pulled her towards him, thrusting every inch of his cock down her throat, and held her tight. His cum exploded down her throat, and she greedily gulped it down. He shot a huge stream of cum down her throat for what seemed, to Gladiatrix, an eternity. Someone with less powerful lungs might have choked, though Mr. Master, pleased. She will make a welcome addition to the establishment. He released her, and she fell to the ground on all fours, breathing in deep gasps of air.
Mr. Master looked out at the excited crowd again "Well what do you say?" he shouted. "Has she had enough?" shouts of "No!" erupted from the crowd. Mr. Master bent down and whispered in her ears "Well you can't say I didn't try. But I did only say I MAY let you go. Once again, the customer is always right." He turned back to the crowd. "I know a number of you signed up to gang bang her, so I won't wear out her pussy for the rest of you." There were sounds of disappointment from the crowd. He the turned to her and said "My dear, prepare for the ass fucking of your life." Wild cheers and clapping erupted around the room. "No!" cried Gladiatrix, her fear shaking of enough of his stun attack to speak again. "You're so huge! You can't stick that think up my ass! Please!î
"Can't I?" asked Mr. Master, with an evil grin. He grabbed her by the waist and slammed his cock into her ass. "Ohhhhh!" yelled gladiatrix. The pain was incredible. It was like being fucked by a train. He thrusted in and out of her tight, hot ass to the cheers of the crowed. Then he moved his hands up to her tits as he fucked her. He pinched down on the nipples and pulled her towards him. She screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She was forced to thrust her ass down on his cock, or be yanked down back by her nipples, which would hurt even more. Mr. Master grinned in delight as the defeated heroine worked herself into a frenzy thrusting her tight ass down on his cock, doing all the work. Finnally she could no longer contain herself. Her body shook with orgasm after orgasm as she shouted "YES, YES, YES!" He came inside her, and she shook and sighed in pleasure. The cum dripped down her ass and thighs and onto the stage, then disappeared (another subtle bit of help from one of the many super powered ladies that served him, Dame Disintegrator. She could disintegrate anything from semen to pesky super heroes. Mr. Master noted that he would have to reward her later.).
He put his pants back on and turned to the crowd, which applauded and cheered the end of the "act'. "Thank you, thank you. Now it's time for some of you to enjoy. Those of you who have drawn odd numbers line up to the left of the stage for blow jobs. Those of you with even numbers line up to the right to fuck her." He then stepped down from the stage as nearly a hundred men rushed up to the sides of the stage to have their turn with the beautiful heroine.
Mr. Master walked out and had a seat near his newest VIP customer, Reptile. "That was some show, Mr. Master." Hissed the scaly super villain. "Thanks." Replied Mr. Master, nonchalantly. "But you haven't seen anything yet. You should come back tomorrow night." "Why?" questioned Reptile. He would have raised an eyebrow if he had one. "Our feature on center stage tomorrow is a lesbian act between Mega Woman and her sidekick the Teen Titan." "Really?" replied reptile, shocked. Mega Woman, was one of the city's most powerful defenders. "I didn't think she worked for you." "She doesn't." shrugged Mr. Master. Not yet, at least. I'm going to pay them a little visit at their home tonight to convince them. Recruiting ladies for work here, is after all my favorite part of this job." He laughed a long sinister laugh. It was going to be a good night indeed.