Invincible Girl plowed through two hundred feet of concrete and steel like a bullet punching through cardboard. Straight down into Morningstar's lair, blasting through ten floors of his not-so-secret base. She made a dramatic entrance, descending onto the polished steel floor of the supervillain's command room in a cloud of debris. Rubble, pipes, bits of metal and glass, and a shower of dust rained down around her. The invincible heroine landed in a crouch, right hand placed on the floor before her with fingers spread, left hand drawn up in a fist, cape gently draped around her -- it was one of those dramatic poses that Morningstar thought she practiced because they always looked good in comic panels.
Morningstar sat in an elevated chair atop a dias that gave him a panoramic view of his many control screens. It was mostly for show -- he sent all actual commands on his smartphone nowadays -- but like Invincible Girl, he had a flair for the dramatic and a taste for old school aesthetics. If she was the four-color caped heroine, America's Sweetheart, who never missed a chance to strike a heroic pose for the cameras before flying off into the sky, he was the master supervillain who liked to confront his enemies in a secret base full of very expensive equipment and expendable minions. He even cackled maniacally when the situation called for it.
Invincible Girl rose slowly to her feet, and pointed an accusing finger at him.
"Your secret base wasn't so secret, was it, Morningstar?" she said in a triumphant tone. "Would you like to surrender, or are we going to do this the hard way?"
Trite, he thought. Cliched. She even spoke in comic book dialog.
Invincible Girl went through costume redesigns almost weekly, but Morningstar rather liked this one. It had a red and yellow color scheme with a white cape, and it clung to her perfect hourglass figure while chastely covering her curves. She had been a superheroine since middle school, but at eighteen, she had been blessed with a pair of tits as impressive as her super-strength and invulnerability. Her licensing and merchandising deals would be worth astronomically more if she were willing to show a little more skin, try a deep V-neck costume now and then, or cut a boob window into it, but the still-teenaged Invincible Girl was too modest for that. Now she stared at him accusingly, finger pointed, brilliant blue eyes full of righteous anger, dark auburn hair fluttering like her cape.
Morningstar steepled his fingers and smiled. Invincible Girl blinked and lost a little bit of her composure when she finally realized that the man on the throne-like dias was naked.
This was her first time confronting Morningstar face to face. Almost no superheroes had ever gotten this close to him. He maintained a small army of minions and a vast array of shell organizations and decoy bases to distract the costumed meddlers, until he actually
wanted
to meet one in person. That was how he had kept his true nature, his... special power secret even from the many heroes who called him their archnemesis.
He rose slowly to his feet. He was close to seven feet tall, and a perfect male specimen, with muscles that looked chiseled by a Greek sculptor, curly golden hair, and a smile that could drop panties even without the wealth, power, and infernal charm that was his natural endowment.
Usually, he dressed in something tasteful like a five thousand-dollar suit or, if he was in a particularly melodramatic mood, a suit of metal armor with lots of grooves, barbed wire, serrated blades, and spiky bits. He sometimes carried around a spiked ball at the end of a chain, though it was a little too on the nose thematically and not really that useful as a weapon.
But now, he was stark naked. His enormous cock was a textbook picture of "well hung." It was hanging between his legs at the moment, despite the little twinge from ogling Invincible Girl's tits. But he fully intended to bring it to attention soon -- or rather, she would.
Morningstar's skin, as always, shone with light, bathing the control room in a golden glow. He was both beautiful and brilliant to look at, though of course Invincible Girl would be unbothered even if he turned his radiance all the way up. At least, her eyes would be unbothered. She couldn't be blinded by his glow. By his infernal charm, on the other hand...
Her finger had begun shaking.
"Invincible Girl," he said, in a deep, resonant tone. "Welcome to my lair. I think that's the appropriate line, isn't it? Or would you prefer 'Bwahahaha, you've fallen directly into my trap'?" He looked up at the hole in the ceiling. "Fallen, indeed. Just like me." He smiled. "That was a pun. Get it?" He sighed at her blank look. "I don't suppose you've ever read Milton or Dante."
"Don't try to, um, distract me... I mean... with puns... and obscure literary references... I'm not stupid --" Invincible Girl, to her embarrassment, was having a hard time keeping her eyes off Morningstar's cock.
"It is a magnificent thing, isn't it?" he said, taking it one hand and lifting it up for her inspection. "Would you like a closer look?"
"Why don't you put some pants on, you pervert?" Invincible Girl's cheeks were flushed now. "What sort of creep sits in his secret lair naked?"
"Ah, my dear, you have no idea," said Morningstar. He descended from the dias, still holding his cock, and walked over to her with a confident step. "You see, all this --" He gestured around them at the massive secret underground lair. "Is a distraction. I've never been interested in manipulating the world's currency markets, stealing nuclear weapons, building satellite lasers, or any of those other puerile schemes. I mostly acquired all these resources from other madmen, and built my little private army and my multiple hideouts to avoid ever having to actually confront anyone until I felt like it, and keep the less interesting heroes busy."
He stood directly in front of her now. His cock was in his hand, and to Invincible Girl's horror, she felt an overwhelming desire to touch it, to taste it, to get down on her knees and...
Morningstar smiled. His smile filled her vision. "You're mine now."
Invincible Girl tried to argue with him. She thought about punching him. She couldn't. The thought of striking the most beautiful creature in the universe made her want to punch herself out of guilt. There was a rational part of her mind screaming in horror, but the rest of her wanted only to please this beautiful man, to do anything he asked, to fulfill his every desire.
Morningstar said, "No one can resist me. I wanted to get you alone to bathe you in the full effect of my presence. And I have been quite taken by you, little girl. Now I am going to take you, and take you, and take you. And share you, and pass you around as a plaything, and defile you in ways your naive teenage mind can't even imagine yet, until you cannot remember a time when you were every anything but a slave to carnal desires. Because I am the Morningstar."
"Please," said Invincible Girl.
"Please, what?" asked Morningstart.
"Please..." She looked down at his cock, and licked her lips.
