OK, a few disclaimers:
These characters, with the exception of Mr. Roberts and The Enslaver, are not mine. They're owned by either Marvel Comics or Wildstorm. No copyright infringement is intended, I'm just bored.
This story is about LOTS of sexual situations and adult themes. You shouldn't be reading this unless 1) you are of legal age and 2) that you do not find this material offensive.
I have not read the comics from which these characters came in a long time, so there may be a lot of glaring inaccuracies. Please have mercy.
It was sexist. It was demeaning. It was probably even dangerous. It was also perhaps the best chance to catch some of the world's most dangerous supervillains. It had all started a few days ago...
"So let me get this straight," said Witchblade. "You want me and several other superheroines to pose as sex slaves to bust up a supervillain ring?"
"That's basically it, yes," said Mr. Roberts, the government agent who'd tracked her down. Mr. Roberts didn't look like a typical government agent; instead of an imposing Man-in-Black type, he looked almost nerdy.
"Reminds me of some I alm ... I mean," said Witchblade, "like something cops do." She barely managed to cover her secret identity of policewoman Sara Pezzini.
"Which is?" asked Mr. Roberts quizzically.
"Sometimes," explained Witchblade, "policewomen pose as hookers. Then, once a prospective john gets them, BAM! Busted for soliciting a prostitute."
"Thought so," said Mr. Roberts. His face showed only the barest hint of a smile.
"I'll do it," said Witchblade decisively. "I'll tell the boys at the station as much of the truth as I dare: that Sara Pezzini's been selected for a special assignment by the government."
"No way!" shouted Caitlin Fairchild.
"Come on, Caitlin," argued Sarah Rainmaker, "be reasonable. This may be our best chance to catch these guys."
"And this way," promised Mr. Roberts, "there won't be any risk to civilians."
"Okay," said Fairchild angrily. She still didn't like it, but she had to admit, the guy had a point.
"Couple of things," grunted Lynch. "Why isn't Freefall going?"
"We feel she's a little too young for this," explained Mr. Roberts. "Next question."
"It's not a question," frowned Lynch as he pointed at Roberts menacingly. "It's a warning. Sarah and Caitlin better not catch anything, if you know what I mean, or I'll hold you guys responsible."
Roberts gulped nervously. The top brassholes better pay me extra.
Abbey Chase and Sydney Savage of the spy organization Danger Girl had similarly mixed feelings. They decided on doing it, since it was so necessary. Danger Girl could function without them for a few days.
The last ones to go along with this were Wonder Woman, Supergirl, and the reserve Avengers known as Tigra, Black Widow, and Crystal.
A couple of days later, the villains convened at a place known as Skull Island. The members of this sinister gathering were Ra's al-Ghul, Apocalypse, Dr. Doom, Lex Luthor, Fat Tony, and the master of Skull Island himself, the Red Skull.
"When does the meeting begin?" demanded Doom. "Doom grows impatient!"
"As soon as the final member of our little soiree' arrives," said the Skull.
An alarm beeped.
"Ah, that must be his craft now." He grabbed a microphone and switched on a monitor. "This is the Red Skull," he announced. "Identify yourself."
The monitor cleared of static to show an impressively muscled man wearing a dark blue skintight costume, a blood-red cape, and a sinister mask that resembled a skull. The most impressive thing, however, was his environment; he was seated in a throne-like chair, with various lovely superheroines "stripped of uniform," so-to-speak, reclining on harem cushions.
"This is the Enslaver," demanded the mystery man. "Request permission to land."
"Permission granted," admitted the Red Skull. "You may proceed."
The monitor on the Enslaver's ship flashed off.
"They bought it," whispered Sidney. The heroines laughed.
"Let's hope it stays bought," warned the "Enslaver."
"I still can't believe we're doing this," muttered Fairchild under her breath. "Posing as some villain's mind-controlled harem..."
"Make it an acronym," whispered Rainmaker.
"An acronym for what?" demanded Fairchild.
"Uhhm ... Heroine Action Resistance Emergency Mobilization?" asked Rainmaker, making up a name on the spot.
Fairchild giggled, then felt the vehicle stop. "What's going on?" she asked.
"The big scam," said The Enslaver, Mr. Roberts. "Everyone act mind-controlled."
"Yes, master," they said in unison, as robotically as possible.
The Enslaver opened the hatch to the craft.
"Well, well," said Dr. Doom. "The Enslaver himself."
"And his lovely slaves," added Ra's al-Ghul, his eye glinting somewhat lecherously.
"How do you do it?" demanded Luthor.
"Psynetic technology," said the Enslaver hurriedly. "Shall we attend the meeting?"
"Let us," said Apocalypse.
As the villains left the craft, Fairchild nodded. She, the Black Widow, and Tigra went to the craft's control panel, where the Widow flicked a switch. The screen flashed on to show things from the Enslaver's point of view. He was walking down a hallway with the villains.
"Camera active," said the Widow.
"Sound on," said Tigra. The sounds of footsteps filled the craft.
"Recording," said Fairchild as she pressed a button.
Then the Meeting of the Madmen commenced. The plan was to take the Enslaver's psynetic technology and use it to broad-beam a signal that would criss-cross the entire planet, thus enslaving the entire world. They started to discuss who was going to be doing the actual controlling. Of course, villains being villains, they all wanted the job and the discussion turned into an argument.
"The entire world will serve the cause of Nazism!"
"The mutants will be the master race here, Skull! It is our evolutionary destiny!"
"You are both wrong! The world will bow to Doom!"
"No, I will command the world!" shouted Ra's al-Ghul.
"No, I!" demanded Luthor.
"No, I'm gonna be running this place!" argued Fat Tony.
"Pah! You buffoons don't deserve the world!"
"What did you dare call me, Doom?"
"You heard the voice of Doom, you Aryan mongrel!"
"'Mongrel', am I? I will KILL you!"
"SILENCE!" bellowed the Enslaver, his fist banging the table. "We will decide it later." He rubbed his jaw, then said, "It has been a stressful time for us all. Perhaps what we need is a diversion to relax us."
"I think that's our cue," said Tigra. The heroines rose and, as the craft's hatch rose, they walked out.
"A little entertainment, my dears," commanded the Enslaver gently, producing a small music box. He hit the "play" button, and Arabic-sounding music came from the device.
The 'enslaved' women danced - more like they just slithered like crazy - for the pleasure of the villains. Finally, the music and the dancing stopped. The Enslaver and Fat Tony hooted with lust; the other villains simply ogled the beautiful superwomen lecherously.
"Those guys have not gotten laid in a while," noted Abbey quietly.
"Touché," whispered Fairchild. "In fact, if what I've heard is true, Ra's and Apocalypse must not have had any for centuries."
"Enslaver, would there be any ... further entertainment to be had from these ladies?" asked Ra's leeringly. Fairchild and Abbey shared a knowing look.
"Very well," snorted the Enslaver in false arrogance. "Whoever desires to take their pleasure with these women may do so at this time."
"We'll meet again at eight o'clock tonight to discuss the rest of the plan," said the Skull.
Apocalypse had grown bio-mechanical tentacles, and their phallic tips vibrated in the vaginas and asses of Wonder Woman and Supergirl. The ring and middle fingers of both hands had grown into devices that attached themselves to the heroines' nipples, having an effect similar to the vibrators. All three participants in the act were locked in a massive orgasm that would not quit, and none of them looked like they wanted it to.
Luthor grinned evilly. "When you're done," he informed the ultra-mutant, "I want Superbitch's little cunt."
Lucky for him I'm supposed to be brainwashed, thought Supergirl with the last of her ability to think. Then the orgasm swallowed her mind again. The sensations through her body would have overloaded any human and produced a fatal shock, and had she been conscious she would have praised Rao for Kryptonian durability.
Wonder Woman stared at Supergirl's beautiful body as she spasmed and writhed with incredible pleasure. Having been raised on an all-woman island, she had some lesbian tendencies as well as heterosexual ones. She burned with the desire to make love to the gorgeous Kryptonian.
Apocalypse grinned with ecstasy. He hadn't had this much fun with a harem in centuries!
The same thought went through Ra's al-Ghul's mind as he fucked Sydney Savage. He'd already emptied his sperm into Witchblade and Abbey, and he still wanted some more. The Lazarus Pit sure had an effect on one's virility!
Sydney was finding out why sex was sometimes referred to as "banging." Ra's was fucking her so hard, she thought her bones were going to shake loose!
Fat Tony was forcing Witchblade to suck his hard cock as her rammed his groin and her face together. If I could, cursed Sara angrily, I'd bite his dick clean off! But she couldn't.
The Red Skull was licking Abbey's body. "Mein gott, Fraulein," he chuckled, "You may or may not be Aryan, but you are beautiful!"
That's funny, thought Abbey. You're Aryan, but you sure as hell aren't beautiful.
The Enslaver had taken Fairchild and Rainmaker to the craft, where they'd patched into the security cameras. They noticed the group sex going on in the private rooms.
"My God," said Caitlin in a near whisper. "It's a fucking orgy."
"No shit," said Sarah, standing behind her. Unconsciously, she began to place her right leg on Caitlin's groin and brought her right hand to Caitlin's right breast. Caitlin continued to stare at the goings-on as if mesmerized, as the wild sex party turned both women on. The two Gen-13 beauties lay down on a cushion and started pleasuring each other. The Enslaver noticed what the horny heroines were doing.
"What the hell...?" he shouted. Then he shrugged in annoyance. "Well, when in Rome..."
As the two women got into a sixty-nine, with Caitlin on top, Mr. Roberts shed the Enslaver armor. He started getting hard watching the two women go at it, and stuck his cock into Caitlin's ass. The Gen-13 girl gasped in surprise and pleasure.
Mr. Roberts started thrusting, but he kept his eyes on one screen in particular.
Dr. Doom had mostly shed that confining armor of his, and was enjoying the attentions of the Avenger women. Tigra had stuck her cat-tail up Crystal's ass, and the two women were going at it. The Black Widow was fucking Doom's proud pole, and the effect on his nervous system was delightful. Suddenly, the still-masked villain bucked in orgasm, and he ejaculated into the Widow, who squealed ecstatically. Crystal and Tigra screamed in orgasm as well.
Doom smiled. These Avenger whores had given him much entertainment this evening. He wondered if he should thank them with a kiss. Well, why not? These women were mind-controlled, were they not? They couldn't be repulsed by his hideous face. He began to remove his mask...
Although Doom had a god-like physique, his facial features left much to be desired. Think a guy with melted cheese and ground hamburger for a face.
"BOSHE MOY!" exclaimed the disgusted Black Widow. Crystal screamed with revulsion and shock. Even Tigra's reaction was "Ewww, guh-ROSS!"
"Holy SHIT!" screamed Mr. Roberts. "Look!"
Caitlin lifted her beautiful face from Sarah's sopping cunt. She noticed the Avengers' reactions. "Geez ... Doom's got one helluva skin condition."
"Whuh-what?" asked Sarah. She moved her head and saw it, too. One phrase escaped her lips. "Uh-oh."
Luthor had developed a new polymer plastic which was supposed to be unbreakable, even by Superman. Now the evil scientist was testing it out on the closest thing around to his arch-nemesis; that is to say, he'd made a sheath for his penis out of the stuff, and was ramming his plastic-covered dick in and out of Supergirl's cunt. Her vaginal squeezings could be felt even through the stuff. Luthor plunged again and again...
And Supergirl howled in ecstasy as her pussy walls contracted, a tight squeeze for the mad scientist, bringing him off. Luthor's back arched and he grunted loud and long, orgasming. He panted, as the two of them relaxed. Then he took the sheath out.
The outside had been molded into the shape of Supergirl's vagina walls. Luthor gulp, then extracted "little Lexy" from the sheath. To his relief, his member was undamaged.
"You weren't bad, Superwhore," he smirked cynically. "Next, I think I will -- "
But before he could finish his sentence, he heard a bellowing noise. It was Dr. Doom, screaming something in Latverian.
"Doom! What is it?" shouted Luthor.
The three naked Avenger women ran out of Doom's chamber and through the hall. Doom shot his head out. "It's the superwomen!" he shouted. "They aren't brainwashed!"
"What?!" exclaimed Luthor. He turned around to see Supergirl smiling rather unpleasantly.
"This is for those names you called me, Luthor," she said. She gave him the lightest of taps with her finger; but even this, given Supergirl's strength, was enough to knock Luthor backwards. He slammed into a wall, knocking him unconscious.
Apocalypse also discovered the truth as Wonder Woman stared at him with a feral look. She managed to work her arms free of the bonds, then with her Amazon might returning she cold-cocked him.
Tigra opened the door to the room where Fat Tony, Ra's al-Ghul, and the Red Skull were fucking Abbey, Sydney, and Witchblade. "Our cover's been blown!" she shouted.
"Then it looks like time to blow this pop stand!" grunted Sydney as she punched the Skull upside the head, stunning the Nazi. Abbey slammed her elbow into Fat Tony's neck, knocking the wind out of him. Sara summoned the Witchblade from hiding, and within seconds was covered in its armor. A good kick sent Ra's al-Ghul into dreamland.
The two Danger Girls and Witchblade carried their unconscious foes to the ship, with the Avengers and Supergirl and Wonder Woman following them.
"Where are Doom and Apocalypse?" demanded Abbey.
"Doom's diplomatic immunity prevents him from getting so much as a parking ticket," informed Crystal. "As for Apocalypse, he's way too powerful to be contained in a mere prison, even a super-one!"
"She's not kidding!" complained Wonder Woman. "I had to put all my power into my knock-out punch. My knuckles are still hurting!"
They went to the ship, where Mr. Roberts, Fairchild and Rainmaker waited to meet them.
"Where the hell are Doom and Apocalypse?" demanded Roberts.
Suddenly, a twelve-foot Apocalypse smashed his way through the entrance, roaring at the top of his lungs. Both his hands had turned into photon cannons.
"That answer your question?" yelled Tigra.
"Let's get the hell out of here!" shouted the Black Widow.
Mr. Roberts didn't argue. He just got into the ship and got ready for take-off. The bay doors were blasted open by the ship's blasters. The ship blasted off, getting as far from Skull Island as it could. Apocalypse bellowed in frustration and rage once again, firing his proton cannons wildly. Dr. Doom joined him a few moments later, shouting Latverian obscenities.
Epilogue:
Caitlin and Sarah had started their love-making again, and the other six heroines lay on the cushions, laughing their heads off. "God," chuckled Supergirl, "we really put one over on them!"
In the ship's brig, the naked villains paced around angrily. "I can't fucking believe we were so easily duped!" cursed Luthor. "There probably was no psynetic technology to begin with!"
"D'you think we might be able to embarrass 'em by squealing about how the little bitches whored themselves?" asked Fat Tony.
"And implicate ourselves as well?" argued Ra's. "Don't be ridiculous!"
"They probably intend to show us like this when we reach America!" shouted the Skull. "I believe the Americanism is, 'We should have stayed in bed!'"
"That's how we got like this, remember?" argued Tony.
That's how it was on the flight back home: heaven above, hell below. The footage that incriminated hero and villain alike was erased, leaving only the villain's failed attempt at world domination to be laid bare.
THE END