Iron Woman slowly descended on the alley below using her small but powerful jetpack. A lone drunk lying in the alley stared in open-mouthed awe at her as she landed. She was getting used to that sort of reaction from men, even the sober ones, since she traded in her old bulky armor for a skintight micro-chain mail suit. The material looked like it was silver colored cloth but it could stop an assault rifle with ease. The fact that it clung to her voluptuous body like a second skin and was slightly transparent in direct light had greatly increased her popularity with the local media. She felt a bit naked the way her large breasts bounced freely with each step, but having her face hidden beneath her gleaming, featureless silver helmet helped her to not be embarrassed. The powerful weapons concealed in her gauntlets and utility belt boosted her confidence as well. And she knew she’d need her confidence tonight. One of the city’s deadliest villains had called her on her helmet radio to request a meeting here in this desolate alley.
She switched her sensors to infrared and looked around. At the far end of the alley she spotted a reddish glow from behind a Dumpster. Body heat, she thought. “Alright Femme Fatale, why don’t you come out so I can cart you off to jail?” The villainess stepped out from behind the Dumpster. Well she certainly lives up to her name, thought Iron Woman, eyeing the sultry figure before her. The raven-haired beauty was dressed in a long black dress so tight that almost seemed to be painted on. She wore a diamond choker and matching bracelets that were probably worth at least a million. Only a pair of bottle-cap sunglasses obscured her beautiful face. She grinned mockingly at the heroine. “Oh I don’t think you’ll be doing that tonight my dear.”
“And why is that?” asked Iron Woman.
“Because I can hand you the villain that did this!” She held up a small handheld television and pressed a button on it. The tiny screen came to life, playing a commercial. The commercial was for the Super Villain club. Iron woman was very familiar with it. The owner was a criminal mastermind who bullied and blackmailed superheroines into the humiliating position of topless waitresses. It was even rumored that his employees looked the other way when one of the many Super Villains that were members of the club pulled off a crime. Iron woman looked on in disgust as the majority of the city’s defenders pranced around in G-strings for the villains they had sworn to stop. Then an image came on the screen that made her gasp. Mega-Woman, the city’s most powerful defender appeared sitting naked in a chair (except for her mask), with her legs spread wide. The busy platinum blonde had her hands cupped over her huge tits. An eighteen-year-old blonde girl, probably her sidekick Teen Titan had her face in Mega Woman’s crotch. The straightforward camera had the sidekick’s head blocking the view of Mega-Woman’s pussy, but it was obvious from the girls rapidly bobbing head that she was enthusiastically tounging her mentor. “Come to the Super Villain Club…” sighed Mega-Woman, firmly grasping her breasts. “…and see what real super heroines will do when a super villain puts us in our place!” Femme Fatale turned off the television. “I, I can’t believe it.” Replied Iron Woman, shocked. “The were the city’s most powerful defender’s. Now their just Mr. Master’s loyal bitches, like practically every other super heroine in the city.”
“I bet you’d like to put him in his place.” Said Femme Fatale.
“You bet.” Said Iron Woman. “But that’s pretty much impossible. He must have at least twenty heroines under his thumb, and all of them would jump in to save him if he gave the order.”
“That’s where this comes in.” Femme Fatale produced a small metal sphere with a button on top. “This is a little something I stole from a military research lab. It’s a power negation grenade. Just press the button and throw. It will negate the super powers of everybody in the room for twenty-four hours. Since you rely on technology and Mr. Master relies on martial arts training neither of you will be affected. You two can go one on one, and I think your armor will be more than sufficient to stop him for good.”
Iron Woman grabbed the sphere. “I don’t get it, Femme Fatale. Why are you helping me? What do you get out of this?”
Let’s just say there’s only room for one big fish in the pond, my dear.” She laughed evilly.
The packed crowd at the Super Villain Club roared in approval as Mega-Woman and Teen Titan levitated above the stage on top of each other with their faces buried in each other’s pussy. Mr. Master, the massive tuxedo clad club owner, watched them from behind his signature Japanese demon mask. They were quite a catch, he thought. Now there’s only a handful of Super Heroines in the city not yet under his control. And he new one of those was coming to him tonight. One of his many informants had overheard Iron Woman bragging that she would take him down tonight. Well let her come, he had made some special preparations for her. What concerned him was that he didn’t know who was behind her strike. He knew Iron Woman was too cautious to attack him on her own, due to the many super heroines in the club. That meant she had a plan, and though Iron Woman may be a genius in engineering, she acted like a stupid bimbo in most other areas. She probably had help with planning. If he couldn’t find out who the brains behind her ‘surprise attack’ was, he could be in serious trouble.
Iron woman swooped down to street level, flying at breakneck speed towards the club. Flashbulbs from numerous cameras went off as she soared just above the cars. It’s almost too bad I’m going to win, she thought grinning. With the reaction I’m getting lately, I’d make one hell of a popular stripper. The thought was just a private joke with herself, of course. She had no doubt that she would make short work of Mr. Master. She saw the club off to her right and turned sharply, flying straight through the front window.
The glass shattered spectacularly as the heroine in gleaming silver swooped into the room. As she flew in she tossed a small silver ball to the floor. The entire room flashed with a bright white light for a second. The two super lesbians levitating above stage crashed to the floor painfully as their powers, and the powers of everyone else in the room shorted out. Iron woman landed and pointed dramatically at Mr. Master, who stood up to face her. “Give up, Mr. Master!” She shouted. “It’s over. All your pet superheroines and your super villain buddies in the audience have just had their powers drained for the day by my grenade.”
“And what if I choose not to turn myself in, my dear?” asked Mr. Master, calmly.
In response, Iron Woman held up both gauntlets and fired bolts of kinetic energy at him. Mr. Master jumped away to the side up on the bar, and the table he had been sitting at exploded into a cloud of splinters.
“That was hardly polite…” Mr. Master begun to say, but Iron Woman opened up with another blast before he could finish. The bar exploded into kindling just as he dived off it. Mr. Master rolled out of the dive to his feet. I hate it when they won’t engage in the usual villain-hero banter. He thought. Ah well, time to quit fucking around.
Mr. Master quickly pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed a button. Immediately Iron woman stood bolt upright with her hands to her sides and froze. “I…I can’t move!” panicked the armored beauty.
“You noticed that all by yourself, did you?” smirked Mr. Master.
“But how?” she cried. “I canceled out everybody’s powers.”
“Yes, you made quite a mess Iron Slut. But you forgot one thing. ALL technology was immune to the blast, not just your suit. I have powerful magnetic wave conductors placed throughout the club that allow me to control any bimbo’s like you that barge in wearing metal suits. They systems I had put in really do give me amazing control over metal. One of the benefits of having so many mad scientists as VIP club members, I suppose.” He remarked, running his hands over her large breasts.
“Get your hands off me! You can’t do this to me I’m…” It was Mr. Master’s turn to interrupt her. He yanked off her silver helmet and tossed it to the floor. Long black hair cascaded out as the shocked heroine was unmasked. Her beautiful Asian face was immediately recognized by the entire crowd, who gasped.
“Chastity Chan, I presume.” Announced Mr. Master. Chastity was a famous TV star who played a lawyer on a comedy show filmed in the city.
“No, no.” she moaned. My identity…my career is ruined…”
“Yes, that’s true.” said Mr. Master. The networks wouldn’t take kindly to an actress who is a vigilante in her spare time. Ordinarily I avoid unmasking the heroines I capture, but your helmet covered your mouth, which is going to be quite busy soon. Still I think I can help your acting career. I’ll make you a prime attraction on the adult movie studio I own.”
“No! You can’t make me do it!” she gasped.
“My dear, I can make you do whatever I want.” He clicked a few buttons on the remote, which sent a complex series of commands to the powerful hidden magnets. Instantly, the micro chain links covering her breasts, crotch, and ass separated and fell to the floor in a shower of silver micro-chain glitter leaving her topless and bottomless. The armored heroine struggled to cover herself, but she held fast by the invisible magnetic fields. Mr. Master paused for a moment as the excited crowd yelled out their approval and snapped a few pictures of her. “You see Iron Woman, your public adores you. Why don’t you give them a little show?”
“I won’t perform for your sick pleasure, you demented…OH!” Iron woman gasped as, against her will, she bent at the knees and squatted down, then spread her legs wide and leaned way back, balancing herself by resting one hand on the floor behind her. Her other hand reached towards her pussy and froze jus a few inches above it.
“Amazing the control a few highly advanced super-magnets gives over armor, isn’t it my dear? Are you still quite certain I can’t control you? The super villain gloated. He tapped a button on his remote, causing one of Iron Woman’s fingers to flick lightly against her pussy, teasing her.”
“No, No, please…” she pleaded. “You can’t make me do this here, in front of this crowd!”
“There’s that word again ‘can’t’” Mr. Master sighed. He turned to the crowd. “My friends, I think it’s time our lovely guest stop dwelling on what she can’t do, and showing us what she can! Would you like to see some real Iron Woman action?” The crowed roared in approval. The villain tapped his remote. Iron Woman’s hand moved away from her pussy, and she sighed in relief, hoping that Mr. Master wasn’t going to go through with it. Her hand darted to her utility belt, and pulled off a small three-inch thick metal rod. She gasped as she saw what she was grabbing. Iron Woman, against her will, held up the device for everybody to see. Her thumb tapped a button on the rod, which telescoped to fourteen inches in length.
“Recognize your trusty stun baton, Iron Slut? Don’t look so frightened my dear. You’ll notice that your fingers have adjusted it to the minimum setting, so there won’t be much pain. It still should provide quite an electric sensation, though.”
“No, you can’t” she pleaded again, becoming hysterical.
“I told you not to use that word…” Scolded Mr. Master, waving his finger at her. His finger came down on the remote button and Iron Woman plunged the stun baton deep into her pussy.
“Ahhh!” She screamed as the huge baton thrust inside her. Mr. Master made her hold it inside her for a moment, moving her wrist slightly to move the immense electrified stick inside her. It was too much for her. The low electricity coursing through her pussy combined with the sturdy baton violating her made her begin to come almost immediately. Suddenly her hand began slamming it into her pussy again and again, faster each time. Unable to escape, Iron Woman moaned in a mixture of pleasure and panic. Her hand slammed the baton into her with a speed and relentlessness reminiscent of an electric paint shaker or an engine piston. Her huge breasts bounced up and down rapidly in tune with the baton thrusts. Her moans became a rapid secession of ecstatic screams of “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Mr. Master looked out to the crowd again, and raised his voice to be heard over Iron Woman’s orgasmic screams. “So, do you think she has what it takes to be a porn star?” The crowed yelled their approval. “I think so too. But perhaps she needs a bit more practice. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she was looking at him. He wasn’t quite sure if she noticed though. He entire body was shaking from the force of the baton fuck she was giving herself, and she was screaming in pleasure. “Would you like to suck my dick, Iron Slut?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried. Mr. Master wasn’t sure whether she wanted to blow him, or she was just screaming in orgasm. It didn’t matter either way. He owned her ass now, and she was here to provide entertainment to him and his customers. Mr. Master pulled out his cock, which rivaled the stun baton in size. He got a firm grip on the back of her hair and thrust his cock down into her open mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise as his cock muffled her yells of pleasure and slid deep down her throat. With her hair held firmly by the villain, Iron Woman was forced down on his cock again and again, with an intensity that rivaled the incredible fucking she was being forced to give herself with the baton. After nearly twenty minutes, her whole body began to shake with orgasm after orgasm. Mr. Master withdrew his cock from her mouth and came right into her face. Overtaken by ecstasy, she greedily tried to lick up the thick white fluid that covered her face. Mr. Master let her drop the baton, and slowly Iron Woman came out of her orgasmic stupor.
The victorious super villain grabbed her by the hair, preparing to further humiliate Iron Woman, when suddenly the entire stage crackled with energy. Small arcs of electricity covered the pair. Mr. Master and Iron Woman instantly lost consciousness.
“An excellent show!” came a woman’s voice from a back table. The shocked crowd turned to see the leather clad villainess Femme Fatale looking on with a malicious grin. In her hand she held a small remote. “You’re not the only one with access to modern marvels.” She gloated, more to brag to the rapt crowd rather than to Mr. Master, who seemed to be out cold. “It wasn’t too terribly complex to find a scientist willing to build me a little device to override your high tech toys and cause a power surge, and the lovely Iron Woman was all too willing to provide the necessary distraction. But still, you do put on one hell of a show. I wonder how I can thank you?” She put a gloved finger to her ruby lips for a moment, pausing in thought. “Ah yes, I know. Why don’t I just take club and kill you?” She laughed a long evil laugh, and motioned for her muscle bound thugs hidden in the audience to take him away. Fifteen minutes later her thugs were pushing Mr. Master into the wet cement of a recently laid building foundation. Unknown to them, their victim was quite aware of everything that was going on and was already planning a slow revenge on Femme Fatale and her goons.
I bet you didn’t know my martial arts training aloud me to use my senses even when my body is asleep or unconscious, thought the super villain.
Just like you probably didn’t know that I have learned place myself in suspended animation to survive little problems like this.
Mr. Master was furious, but excited at the same time. When he managed to escape the cement that was beginning to harden around him, he was going to show Femme Fatale one of his favorite sports. Revenge.