[This story is set in Paragon City, taken from the former MMO game City of Heroes. All place names, hero names and registered trademarks belong to their rightful legal owners and are not intended as copyright infringement in any way. This work is purely meant as a piece of entertainment, and not for commercial purposes in any way, shape or form.]
[There are incestuous elements in this story, between mothers and adult daughters.]
[The precursor to this series is entitled "Mom the Superheroine".]
Blue Steel frowned at the footage.
"This mustn't get out," he said. "The PPD mustn't become the laughingstock of the city."
"I wouldn't be too worried about that, if I were you," the commissioner replied wryly. "You can't 'become' something you already are, after all."
"Sir!"
"Alright, Josh, alright," the commissioner sighed. "Luckily this isn't getting out, unless it's leaked. And internally, we're going to write this off as mind-control. Which it is... in a manner of speaking."
"Of course, sir. It wouldn't be fair to the men and women who tried their best to apprehend her. They weren't equipped to go up against... well... whatever she is."
"Indeed they weren't."
Both men fell silent as the security footage rolled on. It was the King's Row branch of the Exchange Bank of Paragon City. In the middle of the vault stood a scantily-clad supervillainess, in hot pink spandex (the CCTV was a newer model that gave full color), thigh-high heel boots and what looked like a gemmed tiara. Her outfit showcased her svelte, athletic figure. She brandished a long whip and stood laughing as all around her, on the floor of the vault, several members of PPD's finest rolled around, helplessly debilitated.
The particular nature of their debilitation had just been made evident to Blue Steel. The villainess had laid about her enthusiastically with her whip, cracking it with skill and precision, and when it struck a PPD officer, that officer would hunch over, drop his or her weapon, and begin exhibiting every sign of... what could only be described as intense sexual arousal.
Five men, three women -- the strike team sent to take down this villainess, whose loud declarations proclaimed her to be Sensualita, the Lady of Lust. The men now had thoroughly soaked pants, the result of uncontrollable orgasms, and were thrashing around helplessly on the floor. The women had swooned and collapsed, despite visible efforts on their part to resist.
That whip was somehow responsible for all this, and evidently comprised a key attack tactic, but Sensualita also appeared capable of channeling her psychic powers directly. Proof of this was in the way she had overcome Officer Hayley Bennett, putting her fingers to her temples and staring Bennett down until the intrepid no-nonsense woman that Josh -- Blue Steel -- knew as a top Academy graduate was on her knees, clutching her crotch, shaking uncontrollably with an impending climax.
He clenched his fists. "The thing is, Commissioner, we know who she is!"
"And I've told you before, we have no proof! We can't just barge into the home of Rita da Silva and accuse her of... of this heist! I just don't get it," the older wiser man said, his forehead creased. "They're loaded, one of the richest families around. And she stole practically nothing from the vault. It's almost as if she did it just to prove she could, or just for fun."
"Or for some more nefarious purpose," Blue Steel insisted. "Maybe she's making some kind of statement to some organization somewhere. Maybe this is all part of some wider effort to destabilize the city, make us look bad."
"Maybe, maybe, maybe. We need facts, Josh, before we can take her in and put her away."
"I'll speak to Tony Kord. Maybe he can... design some kind of portable psychic dampener or something." The CEO of Kord Technologies was one of the more civic-minded businessmen in the city and had rendered law enforcement quite a bit of help in the past. "And maybe... maybe I know someone who can help."
"It'll be off the books, Josh," the commissioner warned him. "And if you're thinking of who I think you're thinking of... Josh, she's a Heroine. Not a Vigilante. She needs a warrant just as much as you do."
Blue Steel held up his shield grimly. The commissioner sighed, and looked away.
That shield contained the same bit of metal that had comprised the badge worn by Josh Young's father, who had served in the force, and whose untimely death at the hands of a criminal had served as the impetus for Josh to become first a PPD officer, and then Blue Steel, the only Hero serving with the PPD.
"This shield is all the warrant I need," the young man grimly stated, as the commissioner nodded tiredly. "And if the PPD's hands are tied, well... heroes find a way. That's what heroes do."
"Fine. Go ahead, speak to Kord and... your other contact. Me, I'll see about putting all the repercussions squarely in the yard of the FBSA. We got enough troubles without worrying about the da Silva family slapping us with a lawsuit."
"Rita da Silva won't be aiming any litigation at us for a while. The only suits she'll have anything to do with are the inmate suits they give out at the Zig, after Battleborn is done with her!" Blue Steel told him, his square jaw jutting out with heroic resolve.
"We'll see... we'll see."
***
In the privacy of their bedroom, mother and daughter worked out together.
They stood at the foot of the bed, bodies pressed together as they pushed against each other, legs braced and arms held high, fingers clasped tightly.
For close to an hour they had battled like this, pushing at each other with unrelenting force, matching each other strength for strength. The sweat had pooled below their stationary bodies. Neither Barbara nor Cindy were holding anything back, and it was exhausting even for them to be putting forth maximum effort without slackening for even a moment.
Their strong arms, trembling and shaking, had not moved even an inch from the center position since they had begun.
"Come on, Cindy," Barbara whispered, her lips moving against her daughter's. "You can do it. I know you can."
Cindy smiled tremulously. Her tongue flicked out, and collected the beads of sweat above Barbara's upper lip. Both of them giggled breathlessly.
"I can feel your strength, Mom," she moaned softly. "You still have so much in you. You're still stronger."
They had continued working out in the junkyard, weeks after Cindy had been registered as Battleborn, since they didn't have any other facilities. Cindy had received a few offers to join some new up and coming Super Groups, but just a few -- heroes were thin on the ground these days. She'd politely turned them down, feeling that she wasn't a good fit for the ones that had sent offers.
Besides, she wanted to work beside her beloved mother, patrolling the streets together as a mother-daughter team. And if the groups didn't think a superheroine already famous and beloved before the Rikti War was worth inviting to their ranks as well, then Battleborn would prefer to just be Battler Babe's sidekick.
But Barbara had been insisting that Cindy could now surpass her. They had tested each other in various ways: lifting heavy weights, endurance running and swimming, marathon jumping, even swinging steel beams at each other's abs. Cindy couldn't quite use Super Jumping as a method of travel yet, but that was a matter of technique, as Barbara told her. In terms of raw muscle power, Cindy's legs were every bit a match for Barbara's, or very nearly so.
In all the other tests, Cindy was coming very, very close to her mother's level. And then, just a few days ago, quite by coincidence, they had made a wonderful discovery.
They had just finished a bout of arm wrestling as foreplay, and were about to get intimate, when Cindy noticed the faint blue veins in Barbara's breasts and latched on for a drink. Obligingly Barbara had flexed her arm, while Cindy suckled, and along with her arm she had also flexed her chest, displaying her muscle control by making her pectorals twitch and dance right in front of Cindy's adoring eyes.
Then Cindy had raised her head and exclaimed about how invigorated she felt, after that drink, even more so than usual! She then flexed her arms and proceeded to challenge Barbara to another arm wrestling match. Barbara had been only too glad to accept.
And that was the first time ever that Cindy beat her mom at arm wrestling.
It had started off as an erotic match, with the both of them tweaking each other's nipples with their free hands while kissing over the top of their clenched hands, growing wetter by the moment. And then, they began to pull in earnest, and gradually they'd both felt it. Somehow... after that breastfeeding session... Cindy had gained a burst of strength, enough for her to finally, after a long mighty muscle tussle, press her mother's hand down onto the table.
They'd both reacted first with shock, then astonished delight, hugging each other and kissing madly, squealing like sorority girls. When they'd calmed down, though, and tried again, they couldn't replicate the results -- Cindy argued that her mom wasn't at full power, so it was most likely a fluke.
Eventually they'd both realized Barbara's milk had something to do with it. They couldn't test it except with lab equipment, but Cindy said that when Barbara flexed while the milk was being expressed, the milk somehow tasted... richer.
"Well, according to some scientists, the mammary gland is really a kind of sweat gland, or evolved that way," Barbara tried to reason it out. "Perhaps... if I flex the same way I did when feeding you at that time... the milk becomes an even more nourishing protein complex that boosts your powers!"
Of course, they were only too glad to test the theory. And indeed, after a drink with Barbara in a relaxed position, there seemed to be not much of a special effect, but after another drink with Barbara flexing her chest muscles as she had that night, Cindy found that the weight she could lift overhead had increased by a small but measurable 2.3%!
"It seems my job of feeding you with breast milk didn't end all those years ago, dear," Barbara had joked.
