"Just who
is
this
Futa-Girl
???"
Jacqueline Rothstein, mayor of Gammaville, stood at the end of a conference table, visibly irate. Her advisors looked on as the young politician launched into a tirade, going off on Gammaville's newest superhero.
"This Futa-Girl is a menace!" Jacqueline screamed in a rage. "She
claims
to be a great superhero, but she just let Dr. Heinous get away last week!"
Jacqueline's advisors remained silent, the fear evident in their eyes. There was a reason Jacqueline had been elected Mayor of Gammaville at only twenty-seven years of age, and it wasn't her good looks, although that wild shock of brown hair, her shapely legs, killer thighs, and impressive D-cup breasts certainly didn't hurt. No, Jacqueline Rothstein was truly a ruthless politician, dedicated to her craft, confident that one day she would become President of the United States, and with a cutthroat attitude like what Ms. Rothstein was displaying at that very moment, it certainly wouldn't surprise anyone.
"Not only is she a lousy 'hero,' but just...just
look
at her! She's...so lewd! If Futa-Girl thinks she's being some sort of role model for the young women of this city, parading out with that...that
penis
flopping about, engaging in high-profile public sex with criminals,
including super-criminals,
she's DEAD wrong!"
Turning her back on her still-silent advisors, Jacqueline faced the wall, putting her hands behind her back.
"I must find out who this Futa-Girl is...what is her secret identity?"
"S-she could be a millionaire with too much time on her hands," one of Jacqueline's advisors stammered.
"Are you kidding me?!?" Jacqeline guffawed. "That's stupid!"
****************************
"It's a good thing you're a millionaire, Hillary," Sue Christensen said to her friend, famed young archaeologist Hillary Trenton, as the two sat by the fenced-in swimming pool on Hillary's multi-acre estate on the edge of Gammaville, taking in some sun as they relaxed from a long week. "And I have to say, that swimsuit looks
great
on you."
Hillary's bathing suit sure did look good, a simple, pale yellow two-piece bikini, but that wasn't where it's main attraction came from. Idly hanging out of the bottom was Hillary's massive, currently flaccid cock, the cock that gave her the superpowers needed to fight crime as the masked heroine, Futa-Girl.
"Why do you say it's a good thing I'm a millionaire?" Hillary replied.
"Well, if you weren't fabulously wealthy, you wouldn't have the resources to be Futa-Girl as often as you do," Sue said.
"True. You know, Sue, there
is
a problem with that, though."
"Oh? What is it?"
"I haven't been Futa-Girl since yesterday," Hillary replied, getting up from her chair. "Gammaville needs me."
One quick journey to the secret lair and change of clothes later, Hillary was soaring above her city, no longer a mild-mannered millionaire playgirl, but the hung heroine Futa-Girl.
The city seems pretty quiet today
, Futa-Girl thought, surveying Gammaville as she flew over it.
Wait a second...what's going on there?
Futa-Girl spotted a large crowd gathered outside a bank. Curious, our heroine swooped down to see what was happening.
"You there, citizen," Futa-Girl said, landing next to a woman standing on the edge of the crowd, doing her best to sound like a true, authoritative superhero, "what's going on here?"
The woman didn't respond, only staring blankly off into the distance through glazed eyes.
"Hello?" Futa-Girl waved her hand in front of the woman's face, to no response.
Weird
, Futa-Girl thought.
I'll ask this woman instead.
Futa-Girl repeated her question to another woman, but was met with an identical response. After moving throughout the crowd, Futa-Girl found that everybody seemed to be totally spaced out.
What's going on?
Futa-Girl wondered as she made her way into the empty bank. Looking around, Futa-Girl didn't see a single soul, until she accidentally bumped into a masked woman. Two large bags with dollar signs on them fell from the woman's hands.
"You oaf! Look at what you-" the woman started, stopping when she saw just who she was talking to. "Futa-Girl!" she exclaimed, jumping back.
"Do I know you?" Futa-Girl replied, sizing up this strange woman. Wearing a purple, masked cowl that concealed her identity (and her hair), the woman stood at about the same height as Futa-Girl, with green eyes and puffy lips. She was wearing a purple-and-black singlet that hugged her curves, showing off her large tits and slim figure, leaving her arms and legs exposed. She wore short cuffed gloves and ankle-length cuffed boots, matching the rest of her costume's color scheme. Around this woman's waist was a belt, to which a strange-looking gun was attached. On the forehead of this woman's cowl, as well as emblazoned on her chest, was an image of a white-and-black circular hypnotic disc.
"You should know me, and you should fear me!" the woman cackled, drawing the strange gun from her belt. Now that Futa-Girl could get a better look at it, the gun appeared to be some kind of ray gun, purple, green and black, with what looked like a radar dish instead of a barrel. "I am
Lady
Hypnotica,
and today, Futa-Girl, you fall under my gaze!"
The woman pulled the trigger on her strange weapon, purple rings emanating from it, enveloping Futa-Girl. Futa-Girl struggled against it, but to no avail.
"W-what are you doing to me?" Futa-Girl gasped, her head suddenly feeling like it weighed a thousand pounds. The woman let go of the trigger and the gun's activity ceased, leaving Futa-Girl frozen in place.
W-why can't I move???
Futa-Girl thought, no longer able to speak.
"Thanks to my Hypno-Ray, Futa-Girl, you are now under my control!" Lady Hypnotica cackled. "You have no choice but to do my bidding! Under the effects of my Hypno-Ray, you cannot do anything, not even speak, without me telling you to!"
Futa-Girl could only stand there helpless as Hypnotica circled her, laughing menacingly. "Now..." Lady Hypnotica said, "let's just make sure my Hypno-Ray did its job. Futa-Girl, touch your nose."
Unconsciously, Futa-Girl reached up and touched a finger to her nose, just as Lady Hypnotica commanded.
"Now, Futa-Girl..." Lady Hypnotica said coldly, facing our heroine, "say that I am the greatest supervillain of all time."
No!
Futa-Girl screamed inside her head.
I won't say it!
"You are the greatest supervillain of all time, Lady Hypnotica," Futa-Girl said.
No! I'm totally under her control now!
"Excellent," Lady Hypnotica mused, rubbing her hands together, catching a glance of Futa-Girl's erect penis. "Oh, Futa-Girl, I had almost forgotten about your...
powers.
"
What will this fiend do next???
Futa-Girl thought, still unable to do anything unless Lady Hypnotica commanded it.
"That's an awfully big cock you have, Futa-Girl," Lady Hypnotica teased, running a finger up the length, causing the frozen Futa-Girl to quietly moan. "I bet you have to cum an awful lot. I can imagine it must get...uncomfortable if you don't cum for a while."
Kneeling down, Lady Hypnotica beheld Futa-Girl's cock. "I cannot lie, this is one
magnificent
specimen..." Lady Hypnotica teased, her hot breath on Futa-Girl's thick shaft. Looking up to Futa-Girl, Hypnotica issued another command. "Futa-Girl, first, stop touching your nose, and second, you will not cum until I say so. Reply with 'yes, mistress.'"
"Yes, mistress," Futa-Girl replied.
No! Hypnotica, you dastardly bitch! I can't believe she is controlling me! I have to find a way to fight it!
"Now, Futa-Girl," Lady Hypnotica grinned, "start jerking off that fat cock of yours. Remember, you cannot cum until I say so!"
Powerless to stop her hands, Futa-Girl watched in horror as she began jerking off, both hands rubbing up and down her hard shaft. Futa-Girl moaned as her cock began to leak precum, which ran down the shaft, helping to lubricate her throbbing cock.
Oh god...
Futa-Girl thought as she jacked off her massive cock,
I shouldn't be liking this, being forced to jerk off in front of Hypnotica...but this feels so good!
"That's right, Futa-Girl, stroke that fat cock for me," Hypnotica purred, still on her knees, her face right up close to Futa-Girl's cock.
Oh god...I'm going to...I'm going to...
I'm going to...
Going to...
Futa-Girl's eyes went wide as she madly stroked her cock, the pressure built up to levels the heroine had never experienced before.
C-can't cum,