"Stop right there, evildoer!" Quantum Girl had blasted herself straight through the warehouse door, tumbling over several times before effortlessly springing to her feet. Yeah, the door might have been unlocked, but a dramatic entrance was essential for any superhero with a reputation to uphold.
"I know you're in here," she warned. "C'mon out and there won't be any trouble."
Dead silence. Then from somewhere to her left, the sound of very sarcastic slow clapping. "Well done," murmured a familiar voice. "Guess I should've sprung for some better tech on that job."
Quantum Girl actually smiled as she turned to face her opponent. Tisiphone was the closest thing she had to an archnemesis in this city, and by this point was almost a friend.
"What did you think would happen?" She let herself be mildly amused. "You'd just waltz out of Union Bank with the contents of the vault, screw with everyone's memories, and then stroll away whistling innocently? You...you realize they've got
cameras
in those banks, right?"
There was a brief silence from the shadows in the corner. "Oops."
"Yeah, it's hard to erase something when it's backed up to a computer," Quantum Girl said, a teasing note to her voice. Her opponent had actually sounded embarrassed. "Lucky for you the local cops can't find their asses with both hands."
Footsteps, and then Tisiphone finally came into view, stepping into the dim light cast by an emergency panel. She shook her head. "Well, I wouldn't have needed to hide from them forever. Once they'd thought to check the tapes, I would've been clear out of town. All I needed was a bit of a head start -- and then I'd be gone."
Quantum Girl pursed her lips. "It almost worked, too."
"Almost did." Tisiphone cast an appreciative gaze over Quantum Girl's costume. "Too bad my favorite busybody got here first."
It was not a particularly subtle bit of flirting, and Quantum Girl rolled her eyes at it, because by this point it had become a bit like their own private joke. Form-fitting aerodynamic uniforms were superhero tradition, and Quantum Girl always dressed the part. Tisiphone made it clear that she thought it was all a bit stupid. Her own attire was lightweight, semi-armored, and very utilitarian.
"Let's just skip the monologues this time," Quantum Girl said. "You'll argue that taking money from the bank was actually justified, I'll point out that using high explosives to crack the vault could've seriously hurt someone, you'll say that of course you calculated it perfectly, I'll say it's the principle of the thing, and then we fight? I'd rather hurry up and get to the fun part."
Tisiphone smiled. "Well, when you put it like that, I'm ready when you-"
She didn't have time to finish the sentence before Quantum Girl lunged at her.
Most people, when they thought of superhero battles, imagined a lot more energy beams and poison blasts. Most people were pretty stupid. It was considered polite to take your opponent alive and mostly unharmed. Even with superpowers, murder was still murder. The only times that superheroes and villains went all-out were in response to genuine existential threats.
For her own part, Quantum Girl just didn't enjoy the idea of apprehending people by burning them into a pile of slightly radioactive ash. It would have bothered her conscience.
So, like most superhero battles, the first few moves were all about grappling as Quantum Girl tried to hold and subdue her opponent, while Tisiphone scrambled to evade. And it was going pretty well until Tisiphone pulled out a spray bottle and puffed something sweet into her face.
"Agh! What the-?" Quantum Girl stumbled, shook her head. It felt like she'd been hit by a train. In a pleasant way, though. A very
friendly
train.
Tisiphone casually leaned over and spritzed her twice more.
"How are you feeling?" the supervillain asked, quite cheerfully.
"Gnh. That was...dirty trick," Quantum Girl mumbled, swaying on her feet. Tisiphone helped her gently to the ground.
"Oh, yes, all's fair in love and war." She patted Quantum Girl on the cheek. "Now, sit tight for just a second, will you? That's a dear."
It wasn't like Quantum Girl was in any state to get up. She waited until she heard Tisiphone's footsteps return.
"Now, the aphrodisiac effects should kick in any moment. But, just to help you along, I had this specially made for you." She was holding a large headset, all in white plastic, with a visor that would fit over its wearer's eyes and headphones to nestle over the ears.
"This should keep you distracted," Tisiphone said, "for a little while. Enough for me to get a head start. Have fun!" She clicked it into place. Quantum Girl could see nothing, and when the headphones went on she could hear nothing as well.
Deep breaths
, she thought. Her superpowered metabolism would be able to efficiently filter out whatever Tisiphone had sprayed on her, and pretty soon she'd probably be able to move again, maybe even get this headset off of her. It didn't seem like a good idea to leave it on, because obviously-
The visor whirred. Quantum Girl blinked.
Did she see something? A faint afterimage, just out of focus. Something almost, but not quite, pink.
There! There it was again! She squinted. Man, it was hard to make out. Swirling, darkness against darkness. Almost as if-
Quantum Girl suddenly realized that she probably shouldn't be looking so closely into the pictures displayed by the visor, but when it flashed a third time, this time somehow pink (and soft, and warm), it was too late for her to close her eyes.
Oh. Dazed thoughts floated through her mind. Tisiphone's pheromones had slowed her reaction time by a lot. Made it really hard for her to form coherent, um. Things in the head.
Another flash, insistent, and this time an actual word that penetrated her concentration.
Relax.
She sighed, letting her legs sprawl wide, tension ebbing from her muscles. The visor swirled colors before her eyes, and Quantum Girl placidly watched them, waiting for its next command.
Obey.
Anything it wanted her to do. Her hand slipped down her front, rubbing against her pussy. Something in the back of her mind regretted the design of her costume; it was hard for her to do much more than grind against her hand through its extremely durable fabric. If she were more desperate, she might have tried to tear it off of her to get better access. But she hadn't been told to do that, and in any case while her costume was hardened against most superpowered attacks, it was still quite good at transmitting tactile sensation, so she left it alone.
Relax.
The subliminal messages being whispered in her ears were incorporated into her thoughts as easily as if they came from her own mind. Quantum Girl wasn't thinking much for herself anymore. Her body felt so loose, sprawling on the floor, unmoving except for her hand's steady assault on her own pussy.
Obey.
She was going to do whatever it wanted. Whatever commands were whispered into her ear, she would follow without a second thought. It made her hot all over to imagine, doing anything that-
