AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains gay male sex, as well as straight sex. If that's not your thing, be warned.
***
Even though she had just spent the last few hours getting fucked by Shiver and her new cop slaves, Sarah felt her pussy tingle as she saw the image on screen: Clusterbomb and Lasersight--two of the most powerful heroes in the Hero's League--sitting naked, blank, and under her complete control. And she didn't even have to lift a finger to enslave them.
"The spirals work, mistress," said Cypher. She was standing behind the couch, arms draped around Lasersight, playing with her breasts as the older hero finger fingered herself. "Didn't they, heroes?"
"I am Mistress Sapphire's slave. I must obey," Lastersight said.
On the other end of the couch, Clusterbomb sat, playing with his leaking cock while Cyclone forced the hero's head up and down his cock. Cyclone pushed his head back, stopping him from sucking just long enough for him to speak as well.
"I am mistress Sapphire's slave. I must obey," he said.
"Good slaves," she said. "Now there's just one last piece I need before I attack the League straight on. Cypher, did you do the research I asked for?"
"Yes, mistress," she said. "We've been keeping tabs on someone possibly hiding his powers. We haven't been able to investigate in person, but if our early data is good then he should be just what you need.
***
Ryan looked up when he heard the coffee shop door open, and he laid his eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Ryan definitely wished he was more confident when it came to talking to women. He was decently attractive (though he would never admit it) and a genuinely nice guy, but he definitely was not the most charismatic person. In fact, he was cripplingly shy when it came to interacting with pretty much everyone, especially someone as hot at the woman that just walked in. He would never be able to get up the nerve to strike up a conversation, let alone ask someone out.
This shyness also meant that at 27 years old, Ryan was still a virgin. Though intellectually he knew there was nothing wrong with being a late bloomer, the fact still brought him a lot of shame. If only he could solve all his problems with his intellect. Still, he hoped that maybe someday he would find the right person for him. Until then, he had to make do with porn. And some other kinky projects that he would never reveal for fear of being found by the Hero's League.
He didn't hate the League by any means. But he would rather just not get mixed up in all that hero and villain business, and was content to just work on his personal projects--tinkering around in the lab and inventing seemingly impossible machines with the aid of his power of invention--which truly helped fulfill him, even if did get a little lonely. Or more than a little lonely.
"Sorry to bother you."
The voice snapped him out of his reverie. He hadn't realized that at some point the woman had walked right up to his table. He started to sweat.
Shit. Be cool
, he thought.
Don't be an idiot. Just don't look stupid in front of her, that's all you have to do
.
"I'm so, so sorry, but could I ask you for a favor?" she said. "My card is being declined, I must have forgotten to pay my bill this month. Could you maybe buy me a coffee?"
"Oh... I... uh... I mean..."
C'mon dude, just say yes. She's smoking hot, just say it. Three letters, it's not that hard
.
"Yeah... yeah... totally, no problem." He stammered, getting up to go to the counter before she clocked how much he was panicking.
When Ryan got back to his table, fresh coffee in hand, he was surprised to see that she had decided to sit down.
"Oh my god, thank you! You're so sweet," she said. "I hope you don't mind that I had a seat, everywhere else was full."
"Yeah uh... yeah, that's cool," he said, not even bothering to glance around and check if she was lying.
"Thanks, I really appreciate it. You'll have to let me make this up to you somehow," she said, with a smirk. "I'm Sarah, by the way."
"Ryan," he said.
As nervous as was at first, he started to calm down surprisingly quickly as they chatted. There was just something about her that drew him to her. It wasn't just her looks, though Ryan had to be very conscious not to let his mind wander too much or he'd pop a boner right on the spot. She just put him at ease somehow. Made it so easy to just relax and listen to her.
"So Ryan," she said. "Do you live close to here?"
"Oh um... I don't know if I should say, really."
Flash
. There it was again. The last few minutes they'd been talking, he could swear he saw some kind of flash every now and again. Something bright, and blue, and a little disorienting. But just for a second, then it was gone.
"Yeah, I live around the block," he said, not really thinking about the words coming out of his mouth.
"Do you wanna... head back there, maybe?" She asked with a smirk. "I can pay you back for this coffee."
Holy shit. Yes. Finally! But.. wait, no she can't see the apartment, I still need to hide... everything.
"Oh that's really nice of you but, I don't think that's a good-"
Flash. Flash. Flash.
He was cut off mid-sentence by the flash again. But this time it was brighter. More intense. Was it coming from her eyes?
A jolt ran through his arm as he felt her fingers on his hand.
Flash.
"Let's go back to your place."
"I... yeah... Go back to my place."
***
Before he knew it, he was unlocking his front door. He barely even remembered the walk over. He just remembered the flash. And her voice. Telling him to relax.
"So uh, this is it," he said. His apartment was modestly sized, but nice enough. He watched nervously as Sarah took a look around.
"Nice setup," she said, gesturing to his full gaming PC setup, complete with two monitors and flashing LED lights on a desk pushed up against one of the apartment's windows.
She continued to wander around. "What's in here?"
Ryan bolted forward as soon as he saw her reaching for the knob of his closet door.
"No don't open that!" he yelled, forcing himself between her and the door. "It's uh... private," he said, realizing just then how suspicious that looked.
She giggled. "Aw, c'mon. Show me what's inside."
Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash.
Fuck. There it is again... It's making it hard to think. Is it... are her eyes glowing? Is she doing something to me?
"Just do what I want, Ryan. You've been doing it this whole time, anyway."
There was no more flashing. Sarah's eyes were now glowing bright blue. Ryan couldn't look away. He felt the cold metal of the knob on his fingers. Against his will, he turned it and opened the door.
The light from the hall fell on two figures, one in each corner. Especially in the shadows of the closet, they seemed particularly human but if you knew what to look for you would be able to tell they were not. Hair a little too perfect, skin texture just not quite what you would expect. Ryan's robots. Not quite human, but good enough for what he used them for.
"Well, Ryan, what do we have here?"
"Who the fuck are you? What did you do to me?"
She ignored his question, instead pushing him aside to get a better look. One robot looked like a man, and the other a woman, standing still and silent. They were both naked, genitals--or what looked like them--out in the open, the male's penis locked in a permanent hard-on.
"Looks like someone has some dirty little secrets. Naughty boy," Sarah said, stepping inside to get a closer look, feel the synthetic flesh. "Pretty convincing. And... well endowed."
"You need to leave. No," he said.
"I don't think I will. Now, look into my eyes."
She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. Her eyes were glowing even brighter now. He was caught. It was just a matter of time until he was in Sapphire's control.
"Good boy," she said. "Now, you'll answer all my questions honestly."
"I... yes... I'll answer honestly."
"Do you have a girlfriend, Ryan? Or maybe a boyfriend?"
"No."
"That's too bad. You must get so lonely. And so horny. Especially when a pretty girl like me comes along. Isn't that right?"
"Yes... horny,"
"And how do you get release when you're all alone and horny?"
"I watch porn. And masturbate."
She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back out into the living room, guiding him to his computer desk. She sat down on the chair.
"I can just imagine it. You sitting right here. Watching porn, wishing you were with those girls. Stroking your big. Hard. Cock."
Ryan wouldn't call his cock big, but it definitely was hard now, throbbing in time with her last three words.
So hard. So horny. Stare into her eyes.
"How often, Ryan?"
"T-twice a day. At least."
She gasped in mock surprise. "Twice a day? No wonder you're so lonely, Ryan. How are you ever going to get someone to date you if you're stuck in here every day. Fantasizing about women in porn, wishing you could hold them, could fuck them.
"And it's not just the women, is it? You think about the men too, don't you? Imagining you're them, manly, muscular, powerful, getting to fuck whoever they want. Or do you wish they were using
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