Duster versus Professor Pervy

a semi-original superheroine story by Dangerguy

WARNING: This story is strictly fictional and is not intended to portray any real persons, living or dead, nor is it at all intended to encourage the type of activity portrayed here. It is not to be resold for profit. It is strictly a fantasy/parody, intended for the personal enjoyment of those who appreciate the superheroine in bondage/peril/sexual situations genre. The story depicts graphic sexual situations, including bondage, violence, and non-consensual sex, among a number of other nasty things. It is NOT intended, nor is it at all suitable, for minors. If you are under the age of 18, or if this type of thing offends you, you shouldn’t be reading it. Otherwise, carry on, and enjoy.

First, a little background info (with pictures!)

For those of you who don't already know, Duster began life as a colored sketch (left) by one of the masters of the superheroines-in-erotic-peril genre, Vladi Vizz, a.k.a. The Wizard. He ran a story contest recently, challenging his henchmen to create a depraved tale about Duster (or one of two other superheroine sketches he'd drawn). I felt inspired because I thought Duster bore an uncanny resemblance to my favorite Playboy Playmate of all time, Candy Loving (right), Miss January 1979, yes I know I'm dating myself, shut the fuck up. It was the, uh, similar hair, of course, that really got to me. Yeah. That's it. The hair.

From this came Duster's first story by my hand, "Duster versus the Motormaster". I created a backstory for her and her powers; I even explained her rather garish choice of costume colors. Oh, and I also had her knocked out, bound, and shagged silly by the bad guy.

This was my first time writing about an original (well, semi-original) heroine, and I had a lot of fun with it. On top of that, my imagination just wouldn't quit with Duster; I kept coming up with more story ideas, more perilous situations for her to get into. My rather disturbing obsession with the voluptuous icon of my adolescent sex-drive on the right may have had something to do with it. But hey, can you blame me?

As a result, here before you is the latest of Duster's ongoing (mis)adventures. Her comely African-American roommate and lover, Tori, appears as well. Hope you like it.

Chapter 1

The pub named 'The Library', as usual on a Friday night, was filled to capacity with High Plains University students. Young people shed their coats and shook off the late autumn chill as they entered the cavernous bar and restaurant. Friends called out to one another from across the room, laughed at one another's jokes, and contributed to the overall din--a happy, youthful sound. Beer flowed freely from the bar's taps; its consumption contributed to the energetic, party atmosphere of the establishment. People came to the Library looking for a good time, and they always found it.

The Library had a guaranteed clientele not only because of its proximity to campus, but because of its name; every student who imbibed there loved joking that they could proudly and truthfully tell their parents, if asked about their whereabouts the next day, that they were up late at the Library. It never occurred to them that many of their own parents had told the same joke--the Library had been a campus fixture since 1968.

Candy Roberts and Tori Walker sat at a large table at a back corner of the pub with their best female friends from high school. One of their number, Paula Wisenthal, was celebrating a birthday, and the gaggle of the brightest girls from James Madison High had arranged to come and celebrate with her. The close-knit group of a dozen young women had a long-standing tradition of celebrating one another's birthdays without any boys present. Boys had always been too intimidated by the Brainy Bunch, as they called themselves, throughout high school. At university, most of the group of girls were coming into their own and dating for the first time, but they still disdained the presence of the male gender at their birthday bashes out of sisterly solidarity and nostalgia.

The party was just getting under way. Not all the girls had arrived yet, but those present had already ordered pints of beer--another Brainy Bunch tradition. Tori lifted her beer stein to her dark, thick lips, took a sip of her lager, and turned to Candy, who sat beside her.

"When are we going to tell everyone?" the young African-American woman asked, leaning over to whisper in Candy's ear. She saw the auburn-haired beauty stiffen at the question.

"I told you, not yet. Not 'til after the election," Candy murmured back through clenched teeth, her lovely oval-shaped face tensing at the question. Candy's mother was running as the Democratic candidate for Congress in their district against the Republican incumbent. No one had expected Andrea Roberts to stand a chance, but with her husband's money behind her and an aggressive campaign that highlighted congressman Bob Peterson's worst excesses--which were many--she was making it a close race. The last thing she needed was for her only daughter to come out of the closet now, a little over a week before election day.

"So...after election day, then?" Tori asked insistently. It bothered her that even after several months, Candy still insisted on keeping up the pretence that they were only friends and roommates.

The bisexual African-American girl had fallen in love with Candy almost as soon as she'd met her, when they were twelve and Tori's family had moved into the Heights, High Plains City's wealthiest neighborhood and the one where Candy had grown up. But as the years went by and Candy showed no homosexual leanings, Tori had begun to give up hope that Candy would ever share the powerful feelings that Tori carried in her heart.

Then, just a few months before, something extraordinary had happened. Candy's alter ego--the superheroine Duster--had been captured and sexually assaulted by a self-styled super-villain and car thief calling himself  'the Motormaster'. In the emotional turmoil following that ordeal, Candy had turned to Tori for comfort, and the two childhood friends and college roommates had become lovers.

For Tori, it was a dream come true. Candy had asked her to keep their relationship as secret as they kept her nocturnal activities as Duster, and Tori had initially agreed. She had enjoyed the secrecy of their liaison at first, and was content to simply bask in the love of a woman she never thought she'd have. Now, however, it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable for her. She didn't like lying to her friends and family. Furthermore, she wanted to enjoy the simple pleasure of the occasional kiss or caress in public with the lovely and brilliant young woman she'd adored for so long.

"Can we talk about this later?" Candy replied impatiently, her arched auburn brows raised in supplication. "Why do we have to talk about this here, now?"

"I wanted to talk to you this morning," Tori replied a little petulantly, "but you snuck out."

"I did not sneak out!" Candy responded testily, her voice an angry whisper as her brown eyes widened in surprise at Tori's accusation. "My first class starts two hours before yours! I didn't want to wake you..."

"Hey, does anyone know if Helen's coming?" Paula, the birthday girl, called out from the head of the table over the din in the busy pub. Candy was thankful for the interruption. Tori seemed so argumentative lately--it was going beyond annoying and becoming exhausting.

"She should be," Beth Prince, a business student with short black hair, blue eyes, and a lightly-freckled face replied. The other young women glanced around the table and realized that Helen Whipple was the only one of their number who had not yet arrived. "She said she'd be here."

"You never know," Ronnie Chan interjected, her dark brows rising against her golden skin. "You know she doesn't like crowds. She kept asking me why we didn't do this at someone's house instead."

Some of the young women rolled their eyes at that; a couple of them groaned. Helen Whipple had always been painfully shy--it was something of a miracle that she'd become part of their group. That had been Candy's doing, when she saw a group of kids tormenting the slight, mousy girl in junior high and had insisted that they take her into their then-nascent coterie. While the other eleven young women had thrown off much of their high school geekiness at university, Helen still clung to her withdrawn, introverted ways. If it wasn't for the girls of the Brainy Bunch, Helen would have had no friends at all.

"She's probably outside, working up the courage to come in here," Charlie Burke, a journalism student with long blonde hair, said with a laugh. Several of the other girls giggled softly. Charlie could be the most outspoken and entertaining of the group; she could also be the bitchiest.

"Hey, you guys lay off of Helen, okay?" Candy said, mildly annoyed. She shot Charlie a reproachful look.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Candy," Charlie said. "I know she's a pet project of yours, and I'm fond of her too, but face it: Helen Whipple's never going to be Extrovert of the Year."

"You might want to take that back," Tori said, her dark brown eyes going wide as she looked through the crowd towards the entrance of the pub.

Charlie frowned at her. "What, are you her new defender..." Then she, and the rest of the women at the table, followed Tori's riveted gaze across the room. As one, their mouths dropped open in shocked surprise.

Sauntering through the crowded pub towards their table was someone who resembled Helen but could not, to their minds, possibly be her. Her long black hair, usually worn straight and plain, was stylishly permed into a wavy, bobbing mane. Her delicate, pale face was heavily done up with mascara, dark blue eye shadow, rouge, and blood-red lipstick.

But it was the clothes she wore that made her friends' brains strip their gears for a moment. A black leather jacket was slung casually over one shoulder; beneath it, she wore a tight, hot pink tube-top around her chest. She wore no bra, and her small, perky breasts jiggled slightly as she walked; her nipples were firm and erect and poked prominently into the thin fabric that covered them. Beneath her bare midriff she wore a fire engine red leather miniskirt; her slender legs were clad in black fishnet stockings and plunged into knee-high black leather stiletto-heel boots. She drew several appreciative glances and cat-calls from the many young men in the crowd as she walked through the pub.

"Okay," Charlie muttered, finally overcoming the shock of Helen's appearance and finding her voice, "someone's in touch with their inner slut."

"Charlie!" Candy hissed at her, silencing the sharp-tongued blonde. She looked up at Helen, who now stood next to their table with a smug look on her face. "Hi, Helen...that's...quite the outfit!" Candy said, as neutrally as she could manage.

Helen planted her right hand on her hip, which she thrust out from her side. She looked over her shoulder at several of the young men still gawking at her. "The boys seem to like it," she purred. She grabbed the only free chair from the table, spun it around, spread her legs, and sat down in it, her arms crossed over the chair back and her chin nestling onto her forearm. Her small but shapely behind was thrust backward over the edge of the chair. "Why don't we ever have boys at these birthday bashes, anyway? They're so boring without them."

"Well, I guess we'll have to think about that," Candy said, shooting an inquiring glance at several of the other girls. Most of them shrugged, then went back to staring at Helen. Candy picked up her menu. "We should get ready to order..."

Helen twisted her body around in her chair to stare back at one of the young men who was watching her, a beefy-looking sandy-haired youth, standing with his friends around a billiards table. "I'll take one of him," she said. She pushed her chair away and stood up, then started walking back towards the sandy-haired boy and his friends. "And one of him, with one of him on the side..." she went on, pointing at the boys around the pool table.

Candy looked up from her menu at Helen, who was sashaying her way towards a half-dozen smiling young men. Her eyes widened in alarm. This was not normal behavior for Helen Whipple, not in the slightest. Candy sprang from the table and hustled to Helen's side just before she reached the pool table. She grabbed Helen's arm and pulled her back towards their table.

"Hey!" Helen said angrily, trying to shake off Candy, but unable to do so. Not only was Candy six inches taller than Helen's petite five-foot frame; as a superheroine, Candy made sure she stayed in shape, so she was much stronger as well. Nonetheless, Candy had to virtually drag Helen back towards the table. 

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Candy demanded in a concerned whisper. "This isn't like you!"

"What, are you jealous that I'm finally attracting some attention?" Helen asked cattily.

"What? No!"

"I think you are!" Helen spat as she finally managed to wrench her arm out of Candy's grip. She glared up at her slightly-taller friend. "I think you just kept me around so you could feel prettier than someone. And now you're not!"

"Helen, don't say that!" Candy said, her voice slightly pained by her friend's hostile words. "You're my friend and I like you, that's why I keep you around!"

"Are you sure that's the only reason?" Helen said, her voice suddenly becoming low and husky. Her lips widened into a sexy grin. She suddenly threw her arms around Candy's waist and pulled the buxom brunette towards her. Helen began to rub her slender, scantily-clad body against Candy's. "You like me? How much do you like me?"

Several of the boys at the pool table began to holler and cheer at the sudden lesbian show Helen was putting on display. Candy's brown eyes went wide and she looked desperately towards her friends, who sat immobile and still in shock at their table. She pushed the suddenly-amorous Helen away with one arm and beckoned to her friends to come help her with the other. Tori sprang up from her seat and approached the two girls.

"Jesus, Helen, knock it off!" Candy hissed as Helen began to hump her leg like some love-sick puppy. She looked desperately at Tori, who helped her peel the petite brunette away from her body.

"Oh, God, Candy, please, fuck me!" Helen cried, a desperate expression crossing her face. "I need someone to fuck me so bad!! Get someone else to fuck me if you won't..."

Candy's mouth dropped open and her soft brown eyes opened wide. Helen Ward had never even said the f-word before, let alone done the act, as far as Candy knew; Helen blushed if someone within earshot said it. Now she was begging for it, willing to couple with anyone, male or female. Candy turned to Tori and the other young women who had gathered around her.

"Something's wrong with her," Candy declared. "I don't know what, a drug or...or something! We have to get her to a hospital."

The group of friends gathered up their coats and followed Candy and Tori as they each took one of Helen's arms and led her out of the pub. As they passed the group of boys at the pool table, the sandy-haired guy Helen had been eying suddenly grabbed Candy's upper arm. She turned and glared at him.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said through a lopsided grin, "Leaving so soon? Maybe your friend doesn't want to go..."

Candy was about to wrench her arm away from the would-be Lothario when he let go all on his own. Someone had grabbed his arm and yanked him back, forcing him to release Candy. She took advantage of the lucky break and hauled Helen towards the pub's exit.

"Hey, man, what the fuck?!" the sandy-haired youth said angrily, pulling his arm back from whoever had grabbed him.

"Leave the lady alone, mook," another young man growled at him. The sandy-haired boy took one look at the tall, powerfully-built young man with short, curly black hair and a don't-fuck-with-me expression standing in front of him and wisely backed off. He held up his hands in a non-threatening gesture and returned to the pool table.

The dark-haired youth turned away to watch Candy and her friends through the pub's front window. They were dragging Helen into the chilly October night, towards the University Hospital. The petite brunette began to scream at the top of her lungs as they marched away, much to her friends' embarrassment and chagrin.

"OH GOD SOMEONE ANYONE FUCK ME!! FUCK ME PLEASE..."

The eleven young women stood up in unison when the doctor walked out of the emergency room.

"Is she going to be okay?" Candy asked.

"We sedated her," the doctor replied. She was a middle-aged woman with short blonde hair and a no-nonsense expression on her face. "After we managed to peel her off one of the orderlies. She should be okay in a day or two." She looked at Candy and raised an eyebrow. "Am I correct in assuming that this behavior is totally unlike her, and that she's never acted this way before?"

"That's right," Candy answered, frowning. "You sound like you've seen this before."

The doctor gave a tired sigh and nodded. "This is the fourth case of...'spontaneous nymphomania' I've seen this week. That's how I know how long the effect will last." She gave the young women, whose faces reflected their growing alarm, a harsh look. "Look, level with me here. Are you girls hearing anything about some new date rape drug making the rounds on campus?" The group of girls collectively shook their heads. "Well, that's what it looks like. You had all better be extra careful, got it?"

The group of young women nodded while glancing at one another nervously. Their thoughts were the same: date rape drugs came and went, but most of them just made you too weak to resist or lowered your inhibitions. This one made you into a screaming nympho. Several of the girls felt shudders run down their spines.

"Do you have any idea what this drug is?" Candy asked, folding her arms over her chest.

"To be honest?" the doctor replied as she turned to go, "I've never encountered anything like it."

As she left, Candy's jaw clenched in righteous anger. I have, she thought.

"This is a waste of time," Candy grumbled.

Tori gave an exasperated sigh and turned the key in the lock of Helen Whipple's apartment. "It is not a waste of time. We need to find out who gave this drug to Helen. There are these things, called clues? We need to find some," she added, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"Not necessary," Candy replied testily as Tori opened the door. "I know who's responsible."

The two young women walked into the apartment. Tori ran her fingers along the wall, found the light switch, and flicked it on. A bright, unshielded overhead light came on, bathing Helen's bachelor apartment in harsh light. To say the apartment was sparse would be an understatement. The room was ten feet square with plain white walls and worn, dark hardwood flooring that creaked beneath the shoes of the two university students. In one corner was a small kitchen. A Formica table with a single chair stood near it, neat piles of textbooks laid out on the tabletop. In the opposite corner was a futon, neatly made, beside a closed closet door. Beside the closet, another doorway led to a small bathroom.

"You don't know for sure," Tori chided her as she closed the door behind them. "You suspect. Besides, it shouldn't take long to look around this place. Not nearly as many rooms as in Clue. You ever been here before?"

"No," Candy replied, her voice a little sad as she glanced around her introverted friend's Spartan apartment. The walls were bare, bereft of artwork or posters. The room looked as joyless as Candy imagined Helen's life being. "I don't like this. It feels like I'm snooping." They had acquired the keys from an orderly at the hospital under the pretense of obtaining some more demure clothing for their friend to wear home, and had come here straight from the hospital.

"We are snooping. Get over it. Some detective you are," Tori said sarcastically.

"I'm not a detective," Candy replied, "I'm a superheroine. It's the one part of my life that's simple: I show up, I kick ass. End of story. And that's exactly what I'm going to do to Professor Pervy when I..."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Tori asked impatiently, turning and glaring at her friend and lover. "I thought your mother was a D.A.? You need evidence to put this guy away, Candy! We've been through this!"

"I know that!" Candy hissed back at her friend. "I just..." She paused and took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. She wrapped her arms around herself and stared emptily at the far corner of the room.

When the Motormaster had sexually assaulted Duster, he'd administered a drug to her that propelled her sex drive to heights she'd never experienced before. The Motormaster claimed to have obtained the drug from a professor at High Plains University. He hadn't named his supplier, but Candy knew of only one man on staff who was working on a female super-version of Viagra called "Ecstamex": the brilliant but creepy Professor Percival Purves, an expert in biochemistry. She'd wanted to confront him six months ago, after her assault, but Tori had dissuaded her, because she lacked any hard evidence. 

"The worst part wasn't being raped," Candy said quietly. "The worst part was that I enjoyed it, because I was pumped full of Pervy's sex drug. And now," she said, the anger returning to her voice and making it tremble, "someone's used it on a friend of mine. Jesus, Tori, you saw her! She was a heartbeat away from jumping on that pool table and letting every guy in the room take a poke at her! And believe me, I know exactly how she would have felt afterwards..."

"I know, babe! I know..." Tori said, stepping towards Candy and putting her arms around her shoulders to comfort her. She pulled her into a warm embrace. A moment later, Candy put her arms around Tori's waist and hugged her needfully. Tori remembered that it had taken Candy nearly a month to return to the streets as Duster after the assault. And Duster had become more cautious in her crime-fighting, but also more formidable and dangerous. She didn't just put criminals in jail anymore; she put them in the hospital first. Candy said she simply wasn't taking any chances, but Tori worried about her. She held Candy close and caressed her reddish-brown hair.

Candy gathered her wits about her and gently eased out of her lover's embrace. "Well, we're here, so let's make the most of it." The two women split up and began to walk around the small apartment, looking for any clues as to who had administered the sex drug to Helen, and why they had done it. Tori went to the kitchen, while Candy walked over and opened the closet. Given the size of the apartment, it didn't take long for them to find something.

"Hey Candy, come have a look at this," Tori called from the kitchen. Candy walked over to her, and Tori pointed to a small advertisement that had been neatly cut out of the campus newspaper and stuck to the refrigerator door with a magnet.

SHY?
Introverted?
Female volunteers needed for
new, experimental treatment
to cure chronic shyness

At the bottom of the ad was a phone number. Tori and Candy glanced at one another. The auburn-haired beauty grabbed Helen's telephone handset from where it hung on the kitchen wall and punched in the number. She hung up the phone a moment later in mild frustration.

"Generic voice mail," Candy declared. Then she frowned and walked over to the kitchen table. She glanced at the textbooks and notepaper stacked neatly atop it, then spied Helen's student day-timer. She picked up the small black book and flipped through its pages to that day's entries. Her brown eyes read through them, and a grim smile came to her lips when she read the last entry.

"Bingo," she said, and handed the day-timer to Tori.

Helen's last entry, in her neat, delicate handwriting, was for 5:30 earlier that day--only an hour and a half before she showed up at the Library Pub. It read "Shy trtmt., Rm. 333, Chem Wing, BioSci."

"Room 333 in the Chemistry Wing at the Biological Sciences Building is Professor Purves' lab," Candy informed Tori. "I hate to say I told you so, but..."

Chapter 2

"I really don't like this," Tori was saying a half hour later.

"You never like this," Candy replied.

She had emerged from her bedroom in her Duster costume. She wore a bright green spandex singlet with gold trim over her curvaceous torso, as well as gold gloves that covered her hands and forearms. Her shapely legs were clad in green knee-high boots, also trimmed with gold at the top; her knees and supple thighs were bare. Her dark auburn hair framed her face, and an opaque green visor shielded her eyes and hid her identity. On her chest, atop her impressive breasts, was a stylized red D with a wing on the right side and a lightening bolt within. Over this, she wore a dark brown leather coat--a trophy of sorts that she had taken from the Motormaster and had had adjusted to fit her five-foot-six-inch frame.

"Will you relax? I'm only going to take a look around Pervy's lab. I'll be careful, I promise," Candy told Tori as she crossed her arms over her chest. "So quit worrying, okay? You're like a mother hen!"

"It's not just that..." Tori began to say, but her voice trailed off.

"What?" Candy asked impatiently, spreading her arms and letting them drop to her sides. "What's the problem?"

"It's just that..." Tori began, then took a deep breath before she continued. "...every time I think we're going to spend some time together, you have to go to class, or study, or go out and fight crime," Tori said sadly. "We never spend any time together anymore."

"Oh, Jesus!" Candy exclaimed angrily. "I can't believe you're bringing this up now! We have a friend in the hospital! I'm trying to help her! How can you be so selfish? I'm not running out on you! I have something important to do!"

"Oh, so I'm not important now?" Tori asked, her voice betraying her hurt as well as her anger.

"I didn't mean..." Candy said before letting out an exasperated sigh. She held one hands up firmly. "No. We are not having this conversation," she said insistently as she walked towards the balcony door.

Tori let out a long breath. "Fine. I want you back here in an hour," she told her lover sternly.

"Yeah, yeah, mom. Scope the runway for me, will ya?" Candy said, gesturing impatiently towards their apartment's balcony.

Tori went to the balcony's sliding door and pushed it open. She glanced around it the cold night air, but saw no one crazy enough to be hanging around outside at this time of year. She shivered, wrapped her arms around her chest, and went back inside. Candy had turned off the apartment lights to better hide her exit.

"You're clear," Tori said.

"Thank you, citizen!" Candy, her hands on her hips, said in a deep, ridiculous 'superhero' voice that usually made Tori giggle. But not tonight. Candy glanced at her friend and lover, suppressed an exasperated sigh, and strode out onto the balcony. She double-checked that there were no onlookers, then summoned the wind. A powerful updraft surged up the side of the building, and though Candy Roberts stepped onto the balcony railing, it was Duster who stepped off of it and into the wind's turbulent embrace.

Duster gripped the bottom corners of her leather coat tightly, and it billowed out behind her body. The coat helped her stay aloft. Her reddish-brown hair blew about her face as the powerful wind lifted her lithe form into the night sky, towards the nearby High Plains University campus, the Biological Sciences Building, and the lab of Professor Percival Purves.

Tori watched her leave, awestruck by the method of her departure even after witnessing it countless times. She then closed the balcony door and slowly began to pace around their apartment. It had been a little over a year since Candy had obtained her powers during a freak accident while conducting a wind tunnel experiment on campus. In that time, especially in the last few months since they'd become lovers, Tori had gleaned some idea as to what the spouses of police officers and fire fighters went through--sitting at home helplessly, wondering if their loved one would come back alive.

"Damn it, I'm not helpless!" Tori muttered angrily. She strode over to their computer and powered up the machine. If there was one thing she'd learned how to do at university, it was research. Once her computer finished booting up, she connected to the Internet, called up her favorite search engine, and typed in Professor Purves' name.

The wind carried Duster to the Biological Sciences Building, a large, sprawling structure. The building, built in the mid-70s, had apparently been designed by six different architects who didn't get along; consequently, the huge brick edifice looked like six different buildings that had been haphazardly mashed together.

Inside was worse. Corridors in one wing led to dead ends rather than the adjacent wing; students and staff had to follow color-coded floor strips on the main floor to find their wing first, then their floor. There were stories circulated about the building, about switches that controlled lights on a different floor, lost classrooms for which there were no doors...and of course, the inevitable ghost story. One of the petulant architects had died during construction; campus legend had it that his shade wandered the corridors, forlornly looking for the entry to the wing he'd designed.

Duster approached the building's South entrance. She reached inside her coat pocket and pulled out Candy Roberts' access card. In a bureaucratic bungle, Candy had been given a full-access card instead of the much more limited one occasionally granted to advanced science students. She had yet to correct this mistake, and tonight, Duster was glad of it. She swiped the card through the electronic reader and heard the soft click of the lock releasing.

Duster made her way through the main floor corridor of the building to the Chemistry Wing. The halls were mostly dark; only the minimum of service lighting remained on this late at night. The rubber soles of Duster's green boots scuffed softly on the linoleum floor, but even that subdued sound echoed in the silent corridors and made her feel conspicuous. Duster found the lobby of the Chemistry Wing. She decided to use the stairwell rather than the elevator to get to the third floor. She didn't expect any trouble, but her battle instincts remained sharp, and a stairwell had more escape routes than an elevator.

The third floor of the Chemistry Wing was just as dimly lit and as silent as the main floor. Fortunately, Duster's visor assisted her. The opaque emerald-colored visor was made of an advanced compound the science and engineering student had devised herself. It adjusted to the darkness quickly, enhancing her night vision. Duster found room 333, Professor Purves' lab. The lab had no windows, so she couldn't see inside. She saw no light escaping through the crack at the bottom of the door. Once again, she used the access card to gain entry.

Duster looked around the dark lab and considered where she should begin. Her visor allowed her to make out three rows of worktables, all filled with equipment: beakers, Bunsen burners, scales, tubing...one table was taken up by something that looked vaguely like a still. To her right, Duster could see a large glass panel enclosing some sort of isolation chamber. The door to the chamber was off a short hallway beside it that also led to a washroom and a closet.

Duster turned and looked straight ahead. Behind the tables was a door and a window; on the door was a name, Dr. P. Purves, and the blinds of the window were not drawn, so Duster could make out the desk and file cabinets within. A half-smile came to Duster's lips and she walked through the lab to the office door. As good a place as any to start, she decided. The door had no electronic access slot, but it was unlocked. Duster opened it and went inside.

Duster withdrew a penlight from her coat pocket and went to work. Professor Purves was just old enough to still distrust computers, so that meant he kept a paper record of everything; she began opening file cabinets and glancing through his papers.

Duster's nose wrinkled slightly as she remembered the class she'd taken with 'Professor Pervy'. His nickname was well-earned. Granted, he was an expert in bio-chemistry, specializing in female body chemistry and hormones. But he had a disconcerting habit of staring lasciviously at the most attractive females in his classes. He often insisted on having those young women come by his lab for a personal 'study session'. Apparently nothing ever happened, aside from a lot more stares, heavy breathing, and nervous perspiration on his part. There was a rumor that he had incurable impotence. Still, though the usually-keen Candy Roberts always sat at the front of every other class she'd taken, in Professor Pervy's she'd made sure she disappeared at the back, and had managed to escape his notice.

Duster had gone through three filing cabinets without finding anything suspicious. She approached the fourth and final one. When she tried to open it, she found it was locked. Behind her visor, Duster frowned. She did carry some lock picks in her leather coat, but was not yet skilled in their use. She paused a moment, lost in thought. Academics, Duster remembered, were more famous for their absent-mindedness than for their security awareness. She grinned, went to the desk and opened the credenza drawer. Her smile broadened when she found several spare keys within it. She went back to the file cabinet; the third key she tried unlocked it.

Inside the cabinet's top drawer, Duster found what she was looking for. There were several file folders labelled "Ecstamex", the name of the experimental sex drug that the Motormaster had administered to her a few months before, and which she was sure had been given to Helen Whipple earlier that day. Duster placed her penlight between her teeth and used both hands to flip through the file folders. She finally found a folder marked "Ecstamex Field Tests" and pulled it out.

She laid the folder on top of the desk and began to flip through the detailed reports, of which there were about a dozen. Each one had a woman's name at the top and a Polaroid picture of the woman stapled to it. They were all young, all apparently students at the university, but aside from that, they were all different: tall, short, fat, thin, black, white...except for the eyes. Duster saw the same look in their eyes that Candy Roberts had seen so often in Helen Whipple's--that nervous, hesitant look of the chronically shy, like an abused puppy that expects to get hit again if it draws any attention to itself.

When Duster came to the last report and saw Helen's name on it, she nearly bit off the tip of her penlight in anger. Professor Purves was taking advantage of vulnerable young women and using them to test-drive his sex drug. And one of those girls was her friend. She slammed the folder shut and exhaled.

Suddenly, the lights came on in the lab. Duster's head of dark auburn locks turned to the office window as she gasped in surprise; her penlight dropped from her mouth, and she barely caught it before it clattered onto the desktop. She quickly shut it off.

Duster's first instinct was to hide or run, but her anger quickly overrode those options. She was in a mood to confront someone. She watched from the office as a short, thin man in late middle-age walked into the lab. He was quite bald, but had two tufts of dark brown hair over his prominent ears. The hair tufts were severely slicked back and met up behind his head. He was clean-shaven and wore no glasses; a lab coat hung from his slight shoulders and over a white dress shirt, plaid tie, and brown pants. He was whistling tunelessly as he entered the lab.

Duster immediately recognized Professor Percival Purves--Professor Pervy--and decided to confront him. She gathered up the file folder of illicit field tests and walked to the open doorway to his office. She leaned one shapely shoulder against the doorframe and put her weight on her right leg while crossing the other leg in front. She also crossed her arms beneath her breasts, the file folder tucked beneath her left arm.

Professor Purves absent-mindedly approached his office while staring at the keys jangling on the ring he held in one hand. He started and took a step back when he noticed the garishly-attired young woman standing in the doorway.

"You can put the keys away," Duster said, her voice low, confident, and just mildly threatening. "You left the door unlocked."

"Who are you?" the academic demanded, his beady brown eyes running up and down Duster's lithe frame. "What's the meaning of this?"

Duster did her best to hide her disgust at having Professor Pervy giving her a once-over a half-dozen times. With his high bald forehead, thin face, and big ears, he bore a disturbing resemblance to a chimpanzee.

"Who am I?" Duster asked rhetorically. "I'm the woman who's going to bust your ass, you perverted little worm." With that snarled rejoinder, Duster tossed the Ecstamex Field Test file folder onto the nearest lab table. The reports spilled from it and spread across the tabletop.

"Ah," Professor Purves said, his eyes glancing down at the test reports. "That." He turned back to Duster, and a smug, closed-mouth smile came to his thin lips. Duster valiantly repressed an urge to smack the grin off his face. "They all volunteered," the Professor said smoothly.

"For a treatment for chronic shyness," Duster asserted through clenched teeth, "not to be turned into nymphomaniacs."

Professor Purves was staring at her chest. Duster was about to call him on it when he looked up. "You're that superheroine...Duster, you're called, isn't it? Must be something that starts with a D, anyway." he said nonchalantly. He placed his keys back in his pocket and put his briefcase on the lab table, on top of the test reports.

"Who I am isn't important," Duster replied, though she felt a tiny surge of pride in being recognized, even by a slimy pervert. "You're conducting illegal experiments. The last time I checked, the FDA frowned on such things."

"Young lady," Professor Purves said, condescendingly smiling and shaking his head, "I appreciate your concern, but this has all been a simple misunderstanding on your part. In fact, I have the FDA documentation approving my field tests right here in my briefcase. Would you like to see it?" He turned and opened the leather briefcase he'd placed on the table a moment before, then reached inside.

In the back of Duster's mind, an alarm bell started to sound. She uncrossed her legs and pushed herself away where she was leaning against the doorframe. "I really don't think..."

"No, you didn't, did you?" Professor Purves said.

He pulled out a small cylinder from the briefcase and pointed it at Duster. It was slightly larger than a pen. He pressed a button at one end and a white gas was ejected from the other. The gas shot out two yards in front of him, right into Duster's face. The heroine gasped. Then she began to cough as the noxious chemical entered her lungs. She tried to hold her breath, but it was too late. Her legs felt weak. She put her hand to her throat as she continued to gasp for air and cough. She looked through her visor at Professor Purves. There now appeared to be two of him, standing in front of her, both weaving back and forth.

Duster realized she was the one weaving back and forth. She put out one arm to support herself on the lab table, but her double-vision kept her from perceiving it properly, and she missed. She collapsed to her knees. One hand fell to the floor where it shakily held up her body; the other remained around her raw, aching throat. Her breath rasped in her windpipe. Her eyelids fluttered behind her visor, and her dark brown eyes kept rolling up inside her head as she struggled to remain awake. The room seemed to be spinning around her, faster and faster. Her body tilted to the left, then to the right. A heartbeat later, Duster collapsed to the floor. Her eyes closed and her mouth hung open as she fell unconscious.

Chapter 3

Some time later, Duster's eyelids fluttered open. She lifted her head with a soft groan from where it hung over her chest. As her faculties returned, she looked about and studied her surroundings.

"Oh, shit, not again..." she grumbled.

She was inside a room not much larger than a walk-in closet--the walls appeared to be made of gun-metal grey steel, except for one wall of glass. Through the glass, she could see a lab--she recognized it as Professor Pervy's lab, and realized she was in the isolation chamber she had noticed earlier.

Within the isolation chamber, Duster had immediately sensed that she was severely restrained. She quelled her growing anxiety and studied her surroundings, looking for any chance of escape. She turned her head and glanced behind her. At her back as some sort of metal rack, consisting of several metal tubes about an inch in diameter that ran parallel to the floor at six-inch intervals, with one tube running vertically directly behind her. Her restraints were welded to those metal tubes.

Her hands were encased in large metal cylinders that were just below shoulder level and held her arms out at her sides. The base of each cylinder was bolted and welded to two of the heavy metal tubes that made up the rack behind her. Her legs were likewise restrained, enclosed in silvery cylinders just below the knee. The leg restraints were tilted towards one another and a little more than one shoulder-width apart; they held Duster's shapely legs spread apart at a forty degree angle. She also noticed  that there were two padded metal bands, one around her delicate neck, one around her narrow waist, both attached to different metal tubes behind her.

Duster pulled at the restraints, but they held her fast. She could wriggle a little, and sway her hips a bit, but other than that, she couldn't move. She couldn't see inside the cylinders that held her hands and legs, but could feel tight padding around her wrists and ankles that had very little give. Although her leather duster coat had been removed, she still wore her uniform, including her visor, gloves, and boots. She had a bad feeling, given Professor Pervy's reputation, that she wouldn't be wearing it for much longer.

Duster could feel sweat beginning to trickle down her back. She fought off the urge to panic or cry out, but it was difficult. The last time she had been captured and restrained like this, she had endured a long night of sexual violation by the Motormaster and his henchman, Hawkeye. Duster had escaped that trap, but had no desire to repeat the experience, especially with the man who had concocted the sex drug, Ecstamex, which the Motormaster had used on her. But here she was, restrained and helpless...in the Professor's laboratory, no less. Duster felt her stomach clench at the thought.

The door to the isolation chamber opened, and Professor Percy Purves walked in, still wearing his white lab coat. He glanced at Duster and nodded, then turned his attention to a control panel beside the door.

Duster took a deep breath to calm herself. "Release me at once," she said in what she hoped was a commanding voice.

Professor Pervy turned from the control panel and regarded her superciliously, one eyebrow raised and a very slight, condescending grin on his face. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you're in enough trouble as it is, Professor," Duster explained as calmly as she could manage.

"It's Doctor, you know," he said calmly.

"What?"

"It's Doctor Purves, not Professor. I have a Ph.D. But everyone calls me Professor. Even my mother. It's the alliterative quality, I suppose: Professor Percy Purves. Or as the young people around here like to call me, 'Professor Pervy'." The short man took a breath. "It's degrading," he said, the bitterness evident in his voice.

"Degrading?!?" Duster said sharply. "You don't know from degrading! Try getting trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey!" Duster's brown eyes narrowed behind her visor. "I think I've had about enough of this," she declared, and focused her will as she summoned the wind. A tight little whirlwind oughtta do the trick...

Duster's jaw clenched in concentration, but nothing happened. She looked around the isolation chamber and out through the window at the lab in confusion. She focused her mind again as her brows furrowed tightly. Still, nothing happened.

"Oh," Professor Pervy said nonchalantly, "I gather that you're attempting to use your meta-human abilities? I believe you have some level of control over air molecules, correct?" Duster did not respond; she only stared at him with growing trepidation. "The study of meta-human biochemistry has been something of a...hobby of mine," Pervy said smugly. "I've developed a drug I call 'Metamute-L' which suppresses activity in the area of the brain responsible for controlling meta-human powers. As you can see, it's very effective."

Duster let out a long, exasperated sigh. She quelled her anxiety for the moment and decided to try reasoning with her captor. "All right, Prof...Doctor Purves. Very impressive. Look, you're going to have to release me sooner or later, so how about sooner? The longer you keep me trussed up, the worse I am going to kick your ass when I get free."

Professor Pervy looked at her, and that smug, closed-mouth smile on his face. "You've got spunk, young lady." Duster looked at him hopefully, but the smile vanished from his face. "I hate spunk. Especially in young people. It's a vastly over-rated quality." Duster swallowed hard as the Professor walked towards her. "You should be proud," he said, the smug smile returning. "You're going to make medical science, girl."

"What do you mean?" Duster asked. She didn't like the sound of that.

"All those test subjects you saw in that folder? Pathetic specimens," Pervy said, his voice heavy with contempt. "Too fat, or too thin, all of them weak, frightened, and in poor physical condition. But you..." he said, pausing to let his beady eyes wander over Duster's voluptuous body, "...you're a magnificent physical specimen, aren't you? I've been hoping for someone like you to answer that ad, but it seemed unlikely. I never dreamed you'd stumble in here and offer yourself to me."

"Hey, pal, I'm not offering you anything!" Duster declared angrily as she gave her restraints a useless tug. "Now let me out of here!"

"I afraid I can't do that," Pervy replied, sounding eerily like the creepy computer voice in 2001: A Space Odyssey. "I'm at an impasse in my research. You'll provide me with the breakthrough I need." The Professor turned from her and bent over a small table of lab instruments.

"What are you talking about?" Duster demanded. She fought off her rising fear. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm glad you're finally taking an interest," Pervy said sarcastically over his shoulder. "I've developed a new version of my formula; I call it 'Ecstamex II'. It's anywhere from five to ten times more potent than the original. I've conducted tests of it on lab animals, of course, but I haven't encountered a human physically fit enough to be a test subject. Until you showed up."

A shiver ran along Duster's spine. Her experience with the first iteration of Professor Pervy's sex drug had been horrific. The drug had repressed her brain's higher functions and had turned her into a sex-starved slut. She'd actually begged her rapists to violate her. Duster couldn't imagine--didn't want to imagine, let alone find out--what a stronger version would do to her.

"NO!!" she cried, "I'm a human being, not a guinea pig! You can't do this!" Her lithe body writhed in the restraints, but they held her fast.

Pervy turned back towards her. He held a small surgical scalpel in his hand and wore that smug grin on his face. "Young lady," he said smoothly, advancing on the helpless heroine, "I can do anything I want to you."

As Duster gasped in response, Professor Pervy reached out and grabbed the fabric of her uniform just above the stylized D on her full, ripe bosom. He inserted the scalpel into the fabric and began to slice through it, cutting straight across the top of her chest to her left. He then reached her left armpit and began to cut downwards, alongside her breast.

"No...don't do this! Stop!" Duster demanded, but he ignored her. Duster closed her eyes and turned her head away from where the deviant academic was slicing through her uniform. Unbidden, memories of her violation at the hands of the Motormaster, who had also cut off her uniform--though with a much larger knife--came back. At least the Motormaster was good-looking, she reflected, even if he was a complete scumbag. But this dirty old man...ugh!!

"This would go a lot faster if you stopped writhing around," Pervy said.

He was now slicing the scalpel over her abdomen, cutting through the green spandex beneath her breasts. The left side of the fabric he'd cut away fell down and exposed the top of Duster's left breast and the cup of the black sports bra that covered it. He reached her right side and cut the fabric with an upward stroke, then finished the task by cutting back across the top of her right breast to where he'd begun. He pulled away the large oval of green fabric, with Duster's winged D symbol in its center, folded it, and placed it on the instrument table.

"You pervert!" Duster hissed, looking down at the gaping hole in her uniform that allowed her breasts, still covered by the black sports bra, to stick out. The bra pushed her large breasts together, forming a lovely line of mouth-watering cleavage; the warm, tender flesh jiggled as she writhed and breathed heavily. "How dare you!" she snarled. It sounded like a good superheroine line, and it covered up the growing trepidation she felt.

"More of that spunk I was talking about," Pervy said disdainfully. "Really not winning me over."

He approached Duster again and this time knelt down in front of her. He poked two fingers of his left hand beneath the gold strip of fabric that bordered her uniform at the top of her thigh. The heroine gasped when she felt his cold touch so close to her most intimate area. He then cut through the fabric, from where it curved at her hip, across her mid-section, just below her navel. His scalpel reached the other side of her uniform and finished the cut.

Duster felt the front lower portion of her uniform fall away between her legs, exposing her crotch and the high-cut black panty brief she wore. She suppressed a shudder. Then the sick little man reached around and began to cut away the back of her uniform, right across the top of her shapely ass. She felt his warm breath on her tummy and felt nauseous. Finally he completed the cut and pulled away the shorn, green-and-gold spandex. As before, he stood, neatly folded it, and placed it on top of the other fabric he'd sliced away.

Duster knew what was coming next and felt powerless to prevent it. Only her bra and her panties protected the intimate areas of her body. If Professor Pervy truly intended to perform some sick, twisted sex experiment on her, they would have to go. Sure enough, the Professor turned back to her, smiling smugly as he approached her trembling form with the scalpel again.

"No..." Duster pleaded, shaking her head of dark auburn locks, "...please don't..." But Professor Pervy only smiled smugly and kept coming towards her.

He took hold of her left bra strap and began to saw through the black elastic fabric with the scalpel. Duster shuddered when she felt the strap go slack. Then he took a step to her right and repeated the action with the right bra strap. The black sports bra remained in place, over Duster's large breasts, held there by the strap that went around her back. Professor Pervy took hold of the strip of fabric between the bra cups and sliced through it with the scalpel. Duster suppressed a sob as the deviant academic pulled the cups away from her breasts. He pulled the severed bra around her back and out through the hole he'd cut in her uniform. He placed the ruined bra on the instrument table and turned to examine her naked breasts admiringly.

"Yes," he said, his voice low, "...a magnificent physical specimen indeed." Duster's breasts were wonderfully large, just a bit more than a handful for most men. They were topped with large, medium-pink areolas, with dark pink nipples at their centers. Duster's breathing had accelerated, and her breasts rose and fell on her chest with each breath. The creamy globes glowed slightly in the fluorescent lighting, the result of a fine sheen of sweat forming on her body.

Professor Pervy stepped forward and knelt down again. Duster squeezed her eyes shut and stifled a groan in anticipation of his next action. He inserted his fingers into the waistband of her blank panties on her right side and deftly sliced the scalpel through it. The panty fell away from her right hip, but remained in place, hanging off her left hip. Pervy reached over and sliced through the waistband on that side, then pulled Duster's underwear away from her body. The heroine gasped sharply as she felt cool air on her sensitive pussy lips. The removal of her panties revealed a neatly-trimmed patch of dark brown pubic hair that barely covered her pussy; it also completely exposed her heart-shaped behind.

Professor Pervy straightened in front of his helpless victim, that smug closed-mouth smile on his thin lips. He held the torn panties up beneath his nose, closed his eyes, and inhaled as though sampling a fine wine. His perverse behavior made Duster want to vomit.

"You pig!" she exclaimed angrily. "You can't get a woman interested in you for real, so you have to tie one up and pump her full of your drug before she'll have anything to do with you! That's what this is about, isn't it? This isn't science. This is...a violation. This is rape!"

"Oh, come now, young lady," Professor Pervy said impatiently. He tossed her ruined panties absent-mindedly onto the instrument table to join the other scraps of her clothing. "I am a scientist--a detached observer. I won't rape you. You have my word."

Duster looked at him in surprise. "You won't?" she said hopefully. "So it's true then."

"What's true?" Professor Pervy said, his smug expression chased away by a sudden frown.

"Well, I heard that your elevator never gets off the main floor, if you know what I mean," Duster said, glad to have an opportunity to take a swipe at the little pervert who had just stripped away the clothing from her most intimate areas.

"THAT'S NOT...!!" the Professor shouted, taking an angry step towards her as his chimp-like face went red with rage. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "That's an unfounded rumor," he said once he'd calmed himself. "I'm a scientist. I have to remain impartial." The smug smile returned to his face as he slowly cast his eyes down over her nearly-naked, helpless body. "So the sexual stimulation of your...ripe young body...will be provided through mechanical means."

Duster's eyes widened behind her visor. "Mechanical..." she whispered, her horror growing.

Professor Pervy approached the control panel beside the door. He began to flick switches and press buttons. Duster's eyes darted around as she heard mechanical whirring noises above her. From the ceiling, she saw two mechanical arms lowering in front of her. At the end of each metal arm was a strange assembly resembling a mechanical spider: five finger-like probes, with small suction cups at their tips, extended from a central hub. At the center of the metal hub for the fingers was a small plastic tube, about an inch long and a half-inch in diameter. The mechanical spiders came to a stop directly in front of Duster's exposed breasts.

The superheroine heard a similar whirring noise behind her and saw two more of the mechanical spiders lowering into place behind the array of metal tubes at her back. These assemblies lacked the plastic tube at their hubs, but were otherwise identical to their brethren in front of her. They came to a stop directly behind Duster's naked rear.

"You can't be serious!" Duster cried, looking at the mechanical arms and fully realizing their intended purpose. "G-get those things away from me!"

She watched in horror as the two forward arms closed in on her breasts with a soft mechanical whirr. She tried to move away from them, but her restraints kept her from doing anything more than jiggling her tits enticingly. First the fingers latched onto her breasts, their suction cups gripping her tender flesh firmly. Duster clenched her teeth. Then the fingers guided her nipples into the plastic tubes. She gasped as she felt the sensitive buds sucked into the small tubes by a vacuum. She then gave a short, sharp cry as she felt the other set of mechanical hands take hold of her shapely buttocks.

"These are finely-honed instruments," Professor Pervy told her. "Not only will they stimulate your secondary erogenous zones, they will also provide feedback to my computers for analysis."

"Computers?" Duster said, confused as her head whipped around and she vainly attempted to jiggle her breasts and buttocks free of the mechanical fondlers. "Y-you don't use computers. You don't even have one on your desk!"

"That's what grad students are for," Professor Pervy said with a smug smile. "Now, for your primary erogenous zones..."

He flicked a switch on the control panel. Another mechanical whirring noise drew Duster's attention to the floor below her legs. The restraints around her slender waist and delicate throat prevented her from leaning forward too much, but she could just make out what was happening. Between the steel cylinders restraining her legs was a metallic dome about one-and-a-half feet high. The top of the dome now split open, each half of the metallic shell slowly retracting to either side--revealing the horror within.

Two large metallic phalluses emerged from the dome, shining in the fluorescent lighting. The first metal dildo, positioned forward of its partner, was at least three inches in diameter; the other was slightly smaller by about a half-inch and was positioned behind the other. Both glistened as some sort of lubricant oozed over them, released from a small opening in the top of each phallus. With an ominous metallic whine, the metal dildos rose between Duster's legs until they came to a stop just below her crotch. Though Duster couldn't see them, she knew one formidable phallus was pointed at her spread pussy, the other at her vulnerable anus.

"Oh my God..." Duster whispered, her brown eyes widening in horror behind her visor. "No...you can't!"

"I can and I will," Professor Pervy declared quietly. "You can't stop progress, my dear. Now...I don't think the helmet is going to fit over your eyewear, so..."

Through her growing dread, Duster struggled to comprehend his meaning. Helmet? Eyewear? No! He's going to remove my visor! She twisted her head away from his hands when he reached towards her face.

"Come now, stop struggling against the inevitable," Pervy chided her.

"No! Please! Don't unmask me!" Duster begged, tossing her head from side to side. She'd taken one of his classes; what if he recognized her?

"Really now," Pervy said impatiently. He gripped her chin firmly with one hand and used the other to take hold of the visor.

"Noooo..." Duster moaned as he lifted the visor from her face, leaving it fully exposed. She turned her face from him, though she knew it was futile.

"I don't know what you're so concerned about," Professor Pervy said evenly as he placed her visor with the clothing he'd cut from her body on top of the instrument table. "I've never seen you before in my life, and even if I had, I wouldn't much care. I don't get attached to my lab rats, so why should I give a rat's ass about you?"

Duster turned her lovely face to look at Professor Pervy. He doesn't recognize me? she thought, both surprised and relieved. Then she recalled that Professor Purves spent very little time looking the faces of the young women who took his classes.

Meanwhile, Professor Pervy had walked back over to the control panel. He flicked a switch, and Duster heard yet another mechanical whirring noise coming from above her. She looked up and saw what appeared to be a large, bulky virtual reality helmet lowering from the ceiling directly over her head. The helmet gradually descended until it was barely two inches above the top of her head.

"Please hold your head upright to ensure a proper fit," Professor Pervy said in his clinical, detached voice. Duster tilted her head forward to look at him, and the helmet made its final descent. The front visual display covered her eyes, while its aural transmitters covered her ears. The helmet contracted slightly, its padding shifting to press against her head and hold it firmly in place.

"What-what will this do?" Duster asked nervously. She could no longer see anything; the helmet's display was turned off, and inky blackness enveloped her eyes. She could barely hear the muffled sound of the Professor's footfalls as he moved about the test chamber.

"It will keep you entertained," Professor Pervy answered with a smirk. To Duster's surprise, his voice came through the helmet's earphones with a creepy touch of reverb. "It will provide stimulation to your brain's visual and aural centers, much as the other apparatus stimulate your erogenous zones. Initially, it will be used to measure your response levels to different sexual stimuli--to determine your sexual orientation and preferences--that sort of thing," he explained clinically.

"Is this really necessary?" Duster asked, unable to keep a tremor from her voice. "C-couldn't you get volunteers? I mean, come on, it's a university campus--offer to give a women hours of orgasms for free, and I'm sure they'll line up around the block!"

"I'll take that under consideration," Pervy answered, chuckling to himself. His smug, sonorant voice echoed in Duster's covered ears. "You should take your own advice. Just enjoy the ride, my dear."

"NO!!" Duster replied angrily. "You won't get away with this! When I get out of here, I'll kick your sorry, flabby ass so haAAARRRRRHHHH!!!"

Duster's rant was cut off as something was inserted into her mouth; it felt, to her, like a long, thick tube that nearly reached her throat. A mouthpiece like that on a baby's pacifier was nestled against her lips, and she felt the Professor fasten a broad elastic strap around her head to hold the tube in place. Duster then felt her nose pinched, the nostrils pressed shut by a soft plastic clip similar to what a swimmer would wear. As a result, the superheroine had to breathe through the tube stuck in her mouth--which made her realize its purpose: to measure her respiration. Her breath made a hollow, wheezing sound as it blew through the plastic tube.

Bound, stripped, blind, deaf, and mute, Duster helplessly awaited the final touch: the injection of the Ecstamex. Her nearly naked body, pulled taut and spread in complete vulnerability, shivered at the thought; once again she remembered its effect on her when the Motormaster had used it. And this new concoction of the Professor's was supposed to be five to ten times more potent than the version she had previously experienced! Duster whimpered helplessly when she felt the Professor's cold hand grab her arm.

Duster felt the soft brush of cotton batting wiping alcohol into the crook of her left elbow. She groaned despondently; she tried to shake her head in a final effort to beg for mercy, but the VR helmet prevented that. She felt the pinprick of a needle in her flesh, and the warm gush of the chemical entering her system. Her dark brown eyes darted nervously about in the darkness of the helmet as she waited for the sex drug to take effect. The only sounds she could hear were her own labored breath in the plastic tube, and her heart thumping in her chest.

A moment later, Duster was just starting to feel a little light-headed when the VR helmet suddenly came to life. She gasped softly as the helmet's visual display fired up, going from black to grey to white. Then she watched as a series of still images were displayed before her--images of men and women. Each image appeared for a second or two, then was replaced by the next. At first, the images depicted the men and women--all young and attractive--fully clothed, happy and smiling.

Then Duster heard sounds through the helmet's earphones. Men's and women's voices echoed in her ears, each one apparently talking to her, giving her generic compliments.

"You look great," a woman's voice said.

"You really are beautiful," a man's voice said afterward.

The gender of the voices were timed to coincide with a matching image: Duster saw a man's image and heard a man's voice at the same time, and vice versa. The stimulation was beginning to affect her. Duster closed her eyes, trying to resist the sex drug's siren call. She could feel her heart rate accelerating. Her body felt warm, as though at the onset of a fever.

"Damn, you're sexy," a deep male voice intoned.

"I want you," a husky female voice murmured.

Duster couldn't help herself. She opened her eyes. The images had changed. The men and women were now scantily clad, the women in lingerie, the men in tight briefs. Their bodies were fit and toned. Duster gave a low groan of appreciation. No! she told herself. Have to...resist...but the drug...I can feel it...feel it in my body... She felt her pussy moistening. She couldn't take her eyes off the pictures flashing before them. Oh God...damn, he's a sexy one...she's okay...oh, nice ass on him!

Outside the isolation chamber, Professor Pervy divided his attention between the computer display and the bound young woman on the other side of the glass. The readouts indicated she was in the early stages of response to the Ecstamex: heart and breath rates accelerating, pupils dilated, perspiration increasing. Another set of readouts indicated her response levels to the visual and aural stimuli; the computer was gradually determining her preferences--what images and sounds turned her on the most--and would use that data to narrow down the stimuli to the most effective ones.

The computer now displayed nude images before Duster's eyes--some artful, some coy, some brazenly full-frontal. The heroine noticed she was seeing fewer female images, and more images of men. Wonder what that means...she thought for a moment, then lost herself in the images. Whoa! nice one...he's cute...oh, God, check out the unit on that guy!

Meanwhile, the aural stimulation continued; most of the voices she heard, like the pictures, were male now.

"You want me? I want you too..."

"I wanna bury my cock in your sweet pussy, baby..."

Duster's body now began to prepare itself for sex. Her pussy became slick with her juices, and her nipples were hard and erect. Her heart pounded in her chest. She gulped air through the tube in her mouth. Her body shuddered in its restraints. The drug...it has me...can't...think clearly...uhhhh...wanna fuck HIM...yeah...you want me? Come take me...

Professor Pervy's computer displayed the final results of its tests:

SEXUAL ORIENTATION TESTING COMPLETED
ORIENTATION DETERMINED: HETEROSEXUAL
CONTINUE WITH PHASE 2? Y/N_

Professor Pervy tapped the letter Y on the keyboard and glanced at the young woman encased in his stimulation chamber. "Hang on, little lady," he said, a smug grin on his face, "you're in for one hell of a ride..."

The Virtual Reality screen went blank for a moment, and Duster gave a brief moan of disappointment; she'd been enjoying a full-frontal image of a blonde male with washboard abs and an impressive tool. Then the screen activated once again; this time, instead of still images, she was immersed in something that lived up to the 'virtual reality' capabilities of the helmet. A dark-haired, golden-skinned young man--a Latino--stood before her, clad only in a tight white t-shirt and blue jeans. He stood in front of a featureless black background.

"Hello, lover," the man said. "You wanna get it on?"

"MMMMM!!" Duster moaned in eager agreement.

"Well okay," the man said with a sensual smile. He began to pull his t-shirt over his torso, revealing a toned, muscular body.

Oh God, Duster thought, so sexy...want him...I...NO!! This...isn't real! It's the drug...have to resist... She groaned in despair as she saw the man unzip his jeans and slide them down his legs. Damn...he looks real enough! No! Resist...

"I love your tits, baby..." the Latino said, his dark eyes cast down at Duster's chest. He walked forward and reached out with his hands.

"HHHMMMM..." Duster moaned as she felt her breasts being fondled. No...it's not real! It's those...mechanical hands...oh...feels so good, though...

On the other side of the isolation chamber glass, Professor Pervy watched as the mechanized tendrils squeezed and mashed Duster's large breasts. He cast his beady eyes back to the computer readout, where a wire-frame image of Duster's body showed areas of arousal in red, corresponding to the flow of blood in her body. Her breasts were bright crimson in the image, and her crotch was a pale red, but growing hotter by the second.

"Gotta taste 'em" Duster's virtual lover said, and his head bent down to her breasts.

"HHUUUURRRMMM..." Duster groaned hoarsely around the respiratory tube in her mouth as she felt her left nipple being tugged. It's that plastic suction tube...she told herself. Don't...give in!

It was as though two sides of her, her heroic, rational side, and her base, sexual self, were at war with one another. Her sexual side had a powerful weapon, however: the Ecstamex, the powerful sex drug that invaded her erogenous zones, crippled her mind, and made her body turn traitor. Duster's sexual desires were winning; it was only a matter of time, and she knew it. But she was a superheroine, so she fought to the last.

The virtual Latino's head raised. "Love your ass too, baby," he said, and reached around with his hands to grope Duster's shapely behind.

"NNNGGG!!" Duster grunted as she felt her sensitive ass cheeks being groped. It felt like there was an electrical current flowing from her ass to her pussy. She felt the muscles inside her love canal contract, as though getting ready to milk a cock of its seed. She could feel her need to have that channel filled growing. Still, she tried to resist her own growing desire. It's...the machine!...the drug... she told herself, but she could feel her mind slipping away. He's...watching you! That...pervert! Don't...let him win...oohhhhh...so good...

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" the virtual lover asked. "You wanna feel my cock inside you? Huh?"

"MMMPPPHHH!!!" Duster squealed enthusiastically, suddenly wishing she could scream her answer. Her rational mind had lost; her base desires won. She could resist no longer. The heroine was gone; left in her place was a slave to the sex drug coursing through her veins. Oh God, yes, fuck me! It's been so long since I had a good fuck...oh please...

Professor Pervy watched with smug satisfaction as the first metallic dildo went into motion, its broad, glistening tip approaching Duster's spread and vulnerable pussy. "Here it comes, girlie, ready or not..."

"HRRRRRMMMM!!" Duster screamed in ecstasy as she felt the huge phallus enter her spread pussy lips. In the back of her mind, she knew it was a mechanical dildo, but it felt warm, not cold like metal, and was slick with lubricant. She opened her eyes and saw her virtual lover groaning as his cock slid into her.

"YEAHHHH baby...your pussy feels so GOOOD..." he said.

So does your cock...oh God, fuck me, fuck me please... Duster thought, completely lost to the Ecstamex now.

Slowly at first, the dildo began to retract, then slid back into her vagina. Duster moaned as she felt the huge, hot cock easing into her love channel. Gradually, the tempo accelerated. The dildo withdrew, then thrust back into her. Duster's moans gradually changed to grunts as the dildo began to fuck her in earnest. Sweat began to run down her body, staining what remained of her green-and-gold uniform. Professor Pervy watched avidly as the gleaming silver phallus pumped in and out of Duster's spread pussy.

"HUHH...HUHH...HUHH..." she panted as her virtual lover thrust his cock into her. One of his hands groped her ass, the other fondled her breast. 

Suddenly the thrusting stopped. She opened her eyes. Her virtual lover smiled at her.

"Mind if my friend joins us?"

Duster gasped in surprise as another handsome young man came into her field of vision. This one looked like a California beach bum--blonde, tanned, and cut.

"Hi. My buddy here says you've got a great ass. Thought I'd check it out for myself." With that, the blonde man disappeared, but Duster could sense him walking around behind her. She groaned with pleasure when she felt his hands grab her ass and spread her cheeks.

Oh God! He's going to fuck me up the ass! I've never...well, once...but...oh...do it! DO IT!!

Professor Pervy watched with smug satisfaction as the rear dildo rose and slid into Duster's anus. The heroine gave a lusty groan of pain and pleasure as the phallus penetrated her. Duster's body shuddered, her breasts quivering within the mechanical fingers that held them.

"You ready for a double fuck, baby?" her virtual Latin lover asked.

"HRRRMMM..." Duster groaned. Her brown eyes rolled back into her head; the Ecstamex made sexual pleasure feel like an intoxicating drug, and converted pain into pleasure. The more she felt, the more she wanted to feel. She got her wish a second later.

The twin dildos began pumping in and out of Duster's holes in earnest, like pistons in a sports car accelerating to its top speed. Duster could only stand in her restraints and ride out the double fucking, her hips rocking back and forth as the dildos humped her holes in an alternating rhythm. As one phallus entered, the other withdrew, and vice-versa. Each dildo squirted warm lubricant from its tip into Duster's body. The hot oil mixed with her own juices and began to run down her legs in glistening rivulets.

OH! GOD! SO! GOOD! LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT! Duster thought, completely in the sex drug's thrall. All self-restraint, pride, and control were gone. Her nubile, voluptuous body shuddered violently in her bonds with each powerful thrust. Her heart pounded in her chest, feeling as though it would burst any second. She gulped air through the plastic respiration tube in her luscious mouth. The mechanical fingers continued to manipulate her large, sensitive breasts; Duster felt a strange but not unwelcome burning sensation within her over-stimulated mammaries. The muscles of her thighs and midsection began to tighten as well. Within minutes, the captive superheroine could feel an explosive orgasm building in her loins.

"GONNA CUM, BABY!!" the Latino, sweat running down his face, exclaimed.

"YEAH, ME TOO!!" the beach boy cried from behind her.

"FUCK THE BITCH!! FUCK HER!!" Professor Pervy shouted as he watched Duster's nearly-naked body shaking in its restraints. His right hand rubbed his flaccid, useless cock, wishing he could screw the voluptuous heroine himself rather than using his machines as proxies. A sob of frustration escaped his lips.

YEAH...I'M GONNA CUM TOO!! Duster thought. Her ass and pussy felt incredibly hot and wet, as did her breasts--the burning sensation within them felt incredible. I'M CUMMING...I'M CUMMING...I'M...

"HHHRRRRRMMMM!!!" Duster screamed into the respiratory tube as the orgasm exploded in her loins. Every muscle in her body tensed as she climaxed. Her virtual lovers screamed as they came, and Duster felt hot fluid spraying deep into her pussy and rectum. "HHHUUUHHH!! HHHUUUHHH!!" she cried as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her taut, pale abdomen flexed with each ecstatic contraction in her loins.

But the drug wasn't done with her. Her breasts felt like they were on fire--felt heavier and fuller than they ever had before; she moaned at the feeling. Then her brown eyes went wide as her breasts exploded with a sensation she'd never experienced before: she felt as though she were being milked! It felt incredible; she shook her chest and felt a warm dribble of liquid running down them. She groaned with pleasure as her virtual lover leaned down to suckle at her leaking teats.

Professor Pervy, calming down from his earlier frustration and returning to the role of detached observer, watched the readouts with interest. The inducement of lactation was a strange side-effect of the Ecstamex II, not seen in its predecessor. He glanced over at Duster and watched as the plastic tubes over her nipples filled with milky fluid, then released the excess, which ran down her breasts and stained the green spandex over her abdomen. All the while, the captive superheroine squealed and moaned in ecstacy.

Finally, Duster's orgasm ended. She stood in her restraints, panting into the respiration tube, barely aware of her surroundings. Sweat covered her body, running in streams from her face, matting her reddish-brown hair, dribbling between her breasts to mingle with the small amount of milk that had spilled from them. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had an orgasm that powerful. And all she wanted was more of them.

"Hey, baby," her virtual lover said. Her eyelids fluttered open. "How about if my buddies join in this time?" Behind him, she could see a half-dozen young men of different races, all handsome, all well-built and eyeing her ripe body eagerly. Behind the respirator shield that covered her lips, Duster smiled wantonly.

The more the merrier... she thought with languid enthusiasm. She groaned ecstatically as the young men approached her for a virtual gang-bang.

Chapter 4

At first, Tori was surprised by the amount of material she found about Professor Purves' research, most of it written by himself. But then she remembered the highest law of academia, "publish or perish". To keep one's career going, and in some instances to earn and even keep tenure, an academic had to keep churning out material for the professional journals.

Tori read article after article about Purves' biochemical research. Some of it she understood, but much of it was beyond her. Nonetheless, she managed to glean some useful facts--most importantly, an apparent antidote to all strains of Ecstamex. Oddly enough, jolts of electricity neutralized the chemical in the bloodstream.

As Tori read more, she became increasingly troubled by what she found. One of the most recent papers revealed that Professor Purves was working on a new, more powerful version of Ecstamex, before the first one had even been approved for clinical trials. Candy had related her experience with the original version of the drug to Tori, and it sounded potent enough. The young African-American woman shuddered when she tried to imagine how powerful this new iteration would be. The new version could also be stored in the body's fatty tissues for months or even years after the initial application, to be released unexpectedly with the same result as a fresh dose--rather like LSD.

When Tori came across the Professor's paper on MetaMute-L, her heart jumped to her throat. A drug that inhibited super-powers? What if it fell into the wrong hands? She noted that MetaMute-L was based on the same chemical makeup as Ecstamex; both inhibited activity in certain regions of the brain, and the latter stimulated the pleasure centers. Like Ecstamex, it could be neutralized by jolts of electricity.

As Tori finished the paper on MetaMute-L, she leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms above her head. She glanced at the clock and her eyes widened in surprise. It was nearly 1:30 in the morning! She'd become so engrossed in her research that more than two hours had gone by since she'd started...

As soon as she realized how long she'd been at the computer, Tori sat bolt upright. Her heart raced in her chest. Candy had been gone for more than two hours! She hadn't come home or even phoned to check in, and Tori had told her to be no more than one hour. Tori sprang up from her chair and began to pace worriedly about the apartment.

Maybe she found the evidence she needed, she told herself. Maybe she found a lot of it and had to go through it...NO! She's in trouble! I just KNOW it!!

Tori strode into her bedroom. She knew what she had to do. Ever since Candy had taken on the mantle of Duster, and especially after she'd been captured and raped by the Motormaster, Tori had prepared herself for the day when her lover got in over her head and would need someone to pull her out. She'd been working out more and had taken a martial arts course; now she'd put her months of preparation into use.

Tori pulled a duffel bag she'd deliberately hidden at the far bottom corner of her closet, where Candy would never look. She opened the bag and pulled out its contents. Swiftly, she stripped out of her blouse and black jeans, then out of her frilly tan lingerie. She donned a black sports bra and panties, then pulled on the contents of the duffel bag. Moments later, she looked herself over in the bedroom's full-length mirror and nodded approvingly.

Tori had pulled her long, lustrous black hair back into a pony-tail to keep it out of the way. She wore a plain black mask on her face, covering the skin around her eyes and nose. Her body was covered with tight black spandex that accentuated her womanly curves but also gave her freedom of movement. Black gloves covered her hands and forearms, knee-high black boots covered her feet, shins, and calves. A black utility belt hung at a slight angle on her slender hips. The only break in her all-black color scheme came in the form of two gold letters atop and between her breasts: MA.

"Midnight Avenger to the rescue," Tori declared.

The Midnight Avenger approached the Biological Sciences building stealthily--not that she needed to, it was the wee hours of Saturday morning and no one was around, but it made Tori feel more superheroine-like. Getting into the building, however, required more skill. Unlike her roommate, Tori did not have a full-access card to the building. What she did have was a cousin from the wrong side of town who'd taught her how to get past any security system. Within two minutes, the Midnight Avenger was inside.

Tori hated the Biological Sciences building; she rarely took classes there, and when she did, she always got lost. The dim lighting and silence made the chaotically-laid out building even more creepy than usual. The would-be superheroine found the color-coded line that led to the Chemistry wing; she followed it and then made her way to the third floor. Tori could feel her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment, as she approached room 333, she felt tremendous doubt. If Duster, with her super-powers, had been captured, what could Tori, an ordinary human, hope to do? Then she remembered her love for Candy and told herself she had to at least try.

The Midnight Avenger found the door to Professor Pervy's lab. It was locked. She could see light streaming from beneath the door frame. She set to work, putting her second-hand larcenous skills to work. She grimaced at the slight noises she made in order to work the door lock, hoping whoever was inside wouldn't notice. Just over two minutes later, she had the lab door unlocked.

Tori pushed the heavy door open cautiously and peered inside the lab. She saw no one inside, no movement in the immediate vicinity. She pushed the door open further and grimaced again as it creaked loudly. She glanced around the fully-lit lab, but saw no one. She frowned behind her black mask. Perhaps she'd been mistaken. Maybe Candy was okay...

Then, at the far end of the lab, the Midnight Avenger saw a chamber enclosed by a large, plate glass window. She saw what appeared to be a person--a young woman--inside the chamber, writhing and bucking inside of some elaborate metal restraints. Suddenly, Tori gasped in horror as she recognized the body of her friend and lover.

"Oh my GOD!!" Tori exclaimed, and rushed towards the isolation chamber. She found the door on the side and wrenched it open, then stepped inside. Her dark eyes went wide as the contents of the chamber assaulted her senses, and she froze in place for a moment as she confronted the perverse, disturbing vision before her.

As before, Tori could see Duster's body bucking inside the restraints on her hands, lower legs, waist, and neck. She could also now see perverse mechanical contraptions assaulting her lover's naked breasts and ass cheeks, writhing like the tentacles of some silvery plant or beast. Two huge, lubricated silver phalluses plunged rapidly in and out of Duster's pussy and anus with a sickening slurping noise. A huge helmet covered the top of Duster's head, including her eyes and ears. Sweat glistened on her white skin and stained what remained of her bright green uniform. Animalistic grunts and groans emanated from a long, plastic tube that was inserted into Duster's mouth. Tori's nose wrinkled at a scent she immediately recognized: the intoxicating smell of her lover's feminine juices.

Oblivious to her friend and lover's sudden arrival, Duster enjoyed the dual pleasures of a sexual virtual reality and an Ecstamex-induced rapture. In the sexual scenario projected into her mind by the VR helmet, a half-dozen muscular young men were gang-fucking her voluptuous young body. One huge cock rammed into her pussy, another into her ass. Duster's lips and tongue eagerly pleasured another phallus in her mouth, the respiratory tube providing a crude stand-in for the real thing. Another male member titty-fucked her, thrusting between her huge breasts, while Duster's hands jerked off two more huge cocks. Though the mechanical apparatus did not provide substitutes for the latter three virtual cocks, Duster's drug-hazed mind overlooked it. Besides, she could feel yet another orgasm approaching, and her breasts also began to burn as they prepared to spurt milk from her tender nipples.

Tori watched in horror as her lover's captive body writhed in ecstacy. Suddenly, Duster's body tensed, and Tori heard the familiar sound of her lover climaxing intensely.

"HUUUUNNNNHHHH!!!" Duster moaned hoarsely into the plastic respirator tube in her mouth.

Duster's back arched within her bonds, her huge breasts thrust forward into their mechanical manipulators. Her lithe muscles strained, her arms and thighs clenching as the orgasm exploded within her body. Then Duster moaned again as she felt the by-now familiar burning sensation in her ripe, full breasts. Tori's eyes widened and she gasped in shock as she watched two small plastic tubes over Duster's nipples fill with a white fluid and begin to dribble the excess down over her breasts and stomach.

My God!! Tori thought in horror, that thing is milking her! Oh, my love...

Anxiously, the Midnight Avenger looked around the room. To her right, she found a control panel, conveniently labelled, that apparently ran the mechanical rapist now assaulting her lover. Desperately, Tori began to throw switches and push buttons. She looked over at Duster and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the phalluses withdraw and the mechanical arms fondling the heroine's ass and breasts retract. She flicked another switch and the helmet withdrew. She heard Duster give an agonized, disappointed groan. Then Tori hit one more switch and the restraints on her lover's body sprang open. She had to rush forward to prevent Duster from falling face-first to the floor.

"Easy, baby, easy," Tori cooed as she caught the nearly-naked body of her lover and gently lowered her to the ground. She had trouble holding on to Duster, so slick was her body with sweat, lubricant, and breast milk. Duster moaned, her head rolling lazily from one shoulder to the other, her brown eyes gazing about glassily. The dark orbs rolled halfway up behind her heavy-lidded eyes, then gradually seemed to focus on her friend and rescuer.

"Unnnhh...Toreee..." Duster groaned huskily.

"I'm here, baby," Tori whispered, stroking Duster's sweat-stained back. "You're gonna be okay."

"N-need you..." Duster moaned intently. "S-suck my tits...lick my cunt..."

"Oh my God...that's the drug talking, babe," Tori told her, though she felt tempted by the offer. "I've got to get you out of here..."

"Leaving so soon?" an arrogant male voice said from the doorway to the isolation chamber. "You only just got here."

The Midnight Avenger gasped. Her head sprang up and she stared at the diminutive academic who nonetheless loomed over her and Duster ominously. He held some sort of bulky silver pen in his hand. Tori swallowed hard and spoke.

"Okay, Professor Purves," she said, fighting to keep both her fear and her anger from her voice, "you've had your sick fun. Now you better just get out of our way. And I'd call your lawyer if I were you."

Professor Pervy favored her with a smug, closed-mouth smile. "Such bravado," he said condescendingly. "Very unusual in a lab rat."

"Lab rat?!?" Tori responded, frowning. "What the hell do you..."

Before she could finish, Professor Pervy pointed the thick pen-like object at her. A plume of white gas erupted from it, ejected straight into Tori's and Duster's faces. Duster, already woozy, succumbed to the knockout gas immediately, slumping into her lover's arms at the first inhalation. The Midnight Avenger tried to fight off the effects of the gas. She coughed, then covered her mouth and nose with her black-gloved hand, but to no avail. Her vision became fuzzy. Her body rocked slowly from left to right, then back again. Her dark eyes rolled up into her head, then she fell sideways, collapsing onto Duster's unconscious form. Her last coherent thought was that she had failed--failed her lover and herself. In the process, she had doomed them both to the deviant experiments of Professor Pervy.

Chapter 5

Some time later, a weak groan escaped Tori's dark lips. Her lovely African-American features slowly shifted into a frown and her head rolled from one side to another. Her eyelids fluttered open, then squeezed into a squint as bright white light struck her eyes. She rolled onto her side and pushed herself up into a sitting position.

Well, at least I'm not tied up or restrained, she thought. She opened her eyes wider. She still wore her Midnight Avenger costume, and could feel the black mask still on her face. Her utility belt, however, had been removed. Tori began to look around. A yard away, lying on the white linoleum floor, was the unconscious body of Duster, her back towards her, still clad in what remained of her ruined costume. Bright green spandex covered Duster's shoulders and back, but her heart-shaped behind was bare. Duster's head lay on her arm, her auburn hair spilling onto the floor.

"Can...uh...Duster!" The Midnight Avenger exclaimed, and reached out to shake her lover by the shoulder. "Duster, come on, wake up!" But after several seconds of shaking that grew more desperate and bordered on violent, the emerald-clad superheroine did not stir. Tori let out an exasperated sigh and glanced around, studying their surroundings, looking for a way to escape.

They were in a small room, about 10 feet square, with walls painted plain industrial ivory, like most of the rooms on campus. The floor was covered in cheap, off-white linoleum, the ceiling covered with standard white ceiling tiles. Two bare fluorescent tubes provided more than adequate illumination. The room had no windows, but it did have one door.

Tori pushed herself up to her feet and staggered, still woozy from the knockout gas, towards the door. She grabbed the handle and was unsurprised to find it locked from the outside. Still, she tried to twist the handle harder; it wouldn't give. She gave the doorknob a frustrated yank backwards, then shoved forwards, but the heavy door wouldn't budge. Feeling more steady as time went on, Tori took a step back and kicked at the door violently, but it had no effect other than making her heel sore. She stepped towards the door again and began to pound her hands against it.

"HEY!!" she cried out, "let us out of here! NOW!!" She paused a moment. "Can anyone hear me?!?" she called out, hoping someone other that Professor Pervy would be around and could help them escape.

"I hear you..." a woozy voice said from behind her. Tori turned and saw Duster gradually pushing herself to a sitting position. Tori left the door and strode swiftly to her lover's side, kneeling down beside her. She gently placed one arm around Duster's slender shoulders.

"You okay, babe?" Tori asked her.

"Yeah, I think so..." Duster responded, blinking her eyes. She turned to look at Tori and smiled. "Good to see you..."

Tori smiled back. "Good to see you too, lover. I had to come after you," she said apologetically. "When you didn't come back..."

"S'okay. I'm glad you're here," Duster said in a low voice. Her eyelids hung heavily over her brown eyes. A lopsided grin came to her luscious lips. She reached behind Tori's head with one hand and pulled the African-American woman's head close to her own. Their lips met and pressed together. Duster's warm mouth coaxed Tori's open; her tongue pressed past Tori's thick, dark lips and playfully slid around in her lover's mouth.

Tori broke the kiss and smiled. She took a deep breath. "That's nice, babe," she said, "real nice. But let's get out of here first, and worry about the loving reunion later, okay?" Tori released herself from Duster's embrace and pushed herself to her feet. "This door is the only way in or out," she said, approaching the entryway again. "Maybe if we both work at it, we can get it open."

"I've got a better idea," Duster said from behind her in a low, husky voice.

"What?" Tori asked, turning to face her lover. She then frowned, bewildered by Duster's expression. She was looking at Tori with undisguised lust. Tori's dark eyes darted down Duster's body. She noticed that the superheroine's large, exposed breasts were rising and falling on her heaving chest. Tori's eyes drifted down further and she gasped. There, fastened around Duster's naked hips, was a huge, black latex strap-on dildo. Her eyes, wide with shock, shot back up to Duster's.

"Why don't I just fuck your brains out?" Duster snarled lustily, her right hand reaching down to obscenely stroke the phallus that jutted threateningly from her loins. She began to slowly advance on her friend and lover.

Tori lifted her arms, her palms held outwards in supplication. "Candy, listen to me! You're still under the influence of that sex drug, Ecstamex. Professor Pervy must have injected you with it. This isn't you! STOP!!"

Duster stood barely a yard away from Tori now. She frowned and stopped. "Sex drug?" she said uncertainly.

"Yes," Tori replied, a relieved sigh escaping her lips. "You have to control it."

Standing in front of her, Duster shrugged. "Seems easier to just go with it," she said. Before Tori could react, Duster reached towards her with both hands. She grabbed the collar of the would-be Midnight Avenger's black spandex costume, and with a berserker strength driven by the powerful sex drug in her body, she ripped the fabric apart by pulling it down and to each side. The spandex tore open to Tori's navel, revealing her dark chocolate-brown skin and the black sports bra covering her breasts.

Tori gasped in shock and reached out to push Duster away. "CANDY!!" she exclaimed, her arms grabbing Duster's before she could tear any more of her costume away. "NO!! DON'T..."

"SHUT UP!!" Duster yelled angrily, pulling her wrists from Tori's grip. She lunged forward and violently pushed Tori against the wall. "You want it! You know you do..." Her hands reached down and shoved the black sports bra over Tori's perky breasts, revealing her dark, nearly black areola and erect nipples. Duster then grabbed Tori's wrists and pushed them up and over her shoulders, pressing them against the wall. A wanton smile came to Duster's lips as she lowered her head to Tori's quivering breasts.

Tori writhed desperately against the wall. She tried to pull her pinned arms from Duster's grip, but the superheroine, who had trained for months to increase her strength and battle prowess, was simply too strong and too skillful. Duster merely laughed at Tori's meager struggles. Then her mouth fastened onto the peak of Tori's right breast, and the young African-American woman gasped at the sensation. Duster passionately swirled her tongue over and around the erect, dark nipple, making Tori grit her teeth, clench her eyes shut, and groan. Then Duster bit down on the nipple, eliciting a shocked squeal from her unwilling lover.

"NO!! Oh God, STOP!!" Tori cried, her eyes wide in horror as she watched her lover transformed into her rapist. Duster released her nipple and laughed malevolently.

"How does it feel, bitch?" Duster snarled. She raised her head and took a step forward, pressing her voluptuous body against Tori's. She began to rub her body up and down against her lover's, still holding Tori's arms against the wall over her shoulders. "How does it feel to be trapped? Like you trapped me?"

"W-what? Candy, what you talking about?!?"

"SHUT UP, BITCH!!" Duster yelled. "Shut up and take it like the slut you are..."

Duster's warm mouth began to lick and bite at Tori's neck. Duster's large, firm breasts, their pink nipples erect and hard like Tori's, rolled and mashed against the black woman's smaller mammaries. Duster thrust her right thigh between Tori's legs and rubbed it harshly against her lover's still-covered pussy. As she did so, Tori could feel the huge, obscene phallus strapped around Duster's waist pressing against her abdomen. She shuddered at the thought of that monster entering her tender pussy, and at the thought that the woman she loved would be the perpetrator.

"Candy, no..." Tori moaned, tears forming in her dark eyes. "Please, not like this..."

"Yes, like this!" Duster snarled as she slammed Tori's body against the wall. She drew Tori's captive arms above her head and pressed her wrists together. As Tori struggled, Duster grabbed her lover's wrists with her left hand and held them in place. Her right hand travelled downwards, stopping briefly to grope Tori's breast and tweak her nipple. Then Duster's hand plunged into the tear she'd made in Tori's costume. Duster shoved her hand down deeper, into Tori's panties. Her digits found Tori's clean-shaven pussy and began to harshly rub the tender folds of her lover's sex. Tori gasped loudly, then moaned as Duster massaged her cunt.

"Getting wet already," Duster whispered, pressing her lips against Tori's ear. "Slut." She then licked the ear and bit Tori's earlobe.

A cry of pain crossed with a sob of despair escaped Tori's lips. Tears began to run down her face. She couldn't believe what was happening. She'd come to rescue her lover, and was now about to be raped by her! Worst of all, Candy was right--her pussy was lubricating in anticipation of sex, forced though it may be.

For months, Tori had been building up the courage to tell Candy of her deepest, darkest, most forbidden fantasies--all of which involved Candy dominating her, taking her forcefully, raping her. Some of the fantasies involved a strap-on--though Tori had never dreamed of using one as large as this. She had so desperately wanted to act out those fantasies with her lover, but the time never seemed right to bring them up. Now she was acting them out, and though the circumstances horrified her, some dark corner of Tori's soul also felt thrilled at the prospect.

As she struggled with her inner conflict, Tori's tear-filled eyes glanced around the room. Suddenly, she saw a small video camera fastened to the high, opposite corner of the room. She looked quickly at each of the four corners and saw a video camera in each one. Her mouth dropped open in shock.

"Candy!!" she exclaimed. "Video cameras! Professor Pervy--he's taping this! You have to stop!! NOW!!"

"Video?" Duster breathed into Tori's ear as she kept rubbing her pussy. "Goody. Maybe he'll let us watch it later..."

"Candy, no! STOP!!" Tori cried, writhing desperately. She managed to wrench one arm free of Duster's grip, and used it to push the drug-crazed heroine away.

Duster stumbled back a couple of steps, then stood, staring lustily at Tori. One of Duster's hands gripped the huge dildo as though it was her own cock; the other took hold of her breast, squeezing and massaging the huge mammary until a drop of milk escaped from the nipple. Tori inhaled sharply at the obscene sight. She held one arm up, her palm towards her lover-turned-adversary, while the other groped desperately for the door handle. She rattled the door knob, but still the door would not open.

Duster laughed. "We're locked in, you dumb bitch!!" she declared. "You can't get away. Give in. Give up!" Suddenly, a change came over Duster's face. Her arched auburn brows raised slightly, and she gazed at Tori desperately. "Please, Tori...I need it! I need it so bad...I have to fuck you..."

Tori mistook the plea for a sign that her lover was overcoming the Ecstamex. "Let's get out of here first, okay?" she said gently, her voice shaking slightly. "Then we'll go home and you can have me all you want. I promise."

The soft, pleading look disappeared from Duster's beautiful face. The crazed, angry glare of an addict desperate for a fix replaced it. Her brown eyes went wide. Her teeth clenched, and her lips pulled back into a violent grimace.

"I can't wait that long!!" she snarled, then launched herself at Tori.

The would-be Midnight Avenger brought up her arms to defend herself, but Duster had months more training and experience. She easily swept past Tori's defensive posture with a rapid swipe of her right arm. Now completely exposed, Tori could only watch as her lover drove the base of her left palm towards her face. Duster's hand struck Tori's chin, snapping the African-American woman's head sharply back over her left shoulder. The back of Tori's head thumbed against drywall, leaving a slight indentation. Stunned, she spun around and collapsed to the floor, her limbs flailing as though she were a rag doll. She landed on her back, her head swimming.

As Tori struggled to regain her senses, Duster walked over to her prone form. The heroine kicked her lover's legs apart, then knelt between them. She reached for the tear in Tori's costume and pulled it apart, down past her navel and hips. She continued tearing, each rip accompanied by an animalistic grunt, until Tori's loins were exposed. With a sneer, Duster reached down and tore away her lover's panties. She glanced at Tori's dazed face and smiled wickedly.

"Gonna fuck you now," Duster declared, shifting her body forward and grabbing the huge strap-on dildo with her right hand to guide it towards Tori's defenseless pussy. "Gonna fuck you hard, you black bitch..."

"Candeee...noooo...." Tori pleaded, her head still lolling back and forth from the blow her friend had delivered.

"SHUT UP!!" Duster snarled as she suddenly threw her body on top of Tori's. She grabbed her lover's face with both hands and pressed her open mouth against her friend's. Her tongue pushed into Tori's mouth and thrust past her teeth and towards her throat. Duster raped Tori's mouth with her tongue as she would rape her pussy with the dildo momentarily. Tori's tongue responded languidly, instinctively caressing her lover's tongue. Tori could feel Duster's large, naked breasts crushed against hers. Duster's naked white thigh rubbed against Tori's cunt, and the African-American woman's hips began to rock slightly.

"See?" Duster said, breaking the kiss. "You want it. You always have. You'll let me do anything to you. Won't you? WON'T YOU?!?" she demanded, pressing and shaking Tori's head which she still held in her hands.

"YES!!" Tori admitted, her face folding in anguish, tears streaming from her dark eyes. "Yes...oh, God, Candy, I love you...I can't..."

"Beg for it," Duster whispered harshly. "Beg me to fuck you. Come on..."

"UH...oh God...Candy..." Tori blubbered, hot tears rolling down the side of her lovely brown face.

"BEG!!" Duster shouted, shaking Tori's head again.

"P-please...?" Tori whispered, her eyes wide and frightened. "Please...fuck me...Candy?"

"That's better, little slut," Duster declared with a grin. She pushed herself off of Tori, holding herself up with her arms, her heavy breasts hanging and swaying above her lover's. She raised her hips as well, her naked ass rising from where it rested against Tori's vulnerable loins. She reached down with her right hand and guided the tip of the huge strap-on dildo to the entrance of Tori's vagina. The black woman felt the wide tip of the dildo against her most intimate area and gasped. Her eyes went wide and darted around.

Duster laughed softly, wickedly, then thrust her hips suddenly and violently forward. The dildo penetrated Tori's pussy completely; Duster buried it, pushing it in all the way to its hilt with a single thrust. Tori's eyes squeezed shut, her back arched, and she cried out in shock and pain. Then Duster pulled her hips back, extracting all of the dildo except the tip. Tori took a loud, rasping breath. Duster thrust forward, once again harshly impaling her lover on the huge black dildo. Again Tori yelled as the huge phallus filled her vagina and struck her cervix.

Duster then changed her attack. She let her body fall onto Tori's and began to rock her hips rapidly, pumping the dildo in and out of Tori's cunt with thrusts that were more shallow but no less violent. Her large breasts were crushed against Tori's, and both women began to revel in the feeling of their nipples pressing and rolling against each other's. Duster closed her eyes; her mouth dropped open, and she panted as she thrust her hips rapidly against her lover's sweet pussy.

Tori's head rolled to one side. Her body rocked back and forth each time Duster thrust the dildo into her. Her mouth hung open, and she gulped air desperately as her lover fucked her mercilessly. Still dazed by the blow Duster had delivered to her, Tori could do nothing but submit to the violation of her body by the person she loved most. Her head swam. In so many ways, this was the fulfillment of all her darkest fantasies. She began to give in to them. Her pussy lubricated. She threw her arms around Duster's torso, and moments later, she wrapped her legs around the heroine's naked hips and ass.

Duster once again reached out and grabbed Tori's head with her right arm, lifting it from the floor where it lay turned away from her. The two lovers looked briefly into one another's eyes, then Duster pressed her lips to Tori's. The two women exchanged a passionate, hot kiss, tongues dancing and entwining, saliva covering their lips and dripping from the corners of their mouths, moans escaping from their throats.

Duster broke the kiss and arched her back, pulling her large breasts up and away from Tori's chest. She grabbed Tori's dark hair with her right hand and pulled her head towards her chest. Tori's mouth latched onto the peak of Duster's right breast. She began to eagerly lick and suck the swollen teat. She heard Duster give a rough, throaty groan.

"Uhhhnnn...that's it...suck it...suck my tit hard!" Duster commanded as she pressed Tori's face against her chest.

Duster inhaled a sharp breath through clenched teeth. Then a warm, rich, sweet fluid spurted into Tori's mouth, and she squealed with delight as she tasted Duster's breast milk. Duster pulled Tori's head back harshly, then pressed the African-American woman's mouth over her left nipple. Tori now eagerly suckled at Duster's breast, sucking the nipple to bring forth its contents; her dark hands reached up to massage and squeeze the huge tit. A moment later, she was rewarded as another explosion of hot, sweet milk filled her mouth.

Duster pulled Tori's head from her breast and lowered it back to the floor. She lowered her own head, her lips once again pressing against those of her lover. Her tongue licked the inside of Tori's mouth, and Duster moaned in delight as she tasted the remnants of her own breast milk. Tori could feel droplets of the warm fluid dripping from Duster's nipples and rolling down her own chest, leaving wet, sticky trails on her dark skin.

Duster then grabbed Tori's wrists with her hands and held them against the floor over Tori's head. She stared deep into her lover's eyes with determined lust. Both women's chests heaved with their labored breathing. Then Duster pulled her hips back and began to rapidly thrust the strap-on dildo in and out of Tori's pussy. Tori squeezed her eyes shut. Her mouth stretched open and her breathing bordered on hyperventilation.

"OH! YEAH!! YEAH!! YEAH!!" Duster shouted as she fucked her lover. She could feel a strategically-placed nub at the base of the dildo rubbing her already-engorged and sodden pussy and clit, driving her towards climax. Her breasts, still burning and leaking milk, shook and jiggled against Tori's with each thrust.

"Oh God...Candy!!" Tori squealed from beneath her. Though Duster still held her arms down, Tori still had her legs wrapped around Duster's body, and she showed her enthusiasm by squeezing Duster's hips with her thighs.

"Are you...my slut? ARE YOU?!?" Duster demanded.

"UH! UH! YES!! YES!!" Tori, lost to her building ecstasy, responded.

"SAY IT!!" Duster ordered.

"I'M...UH!...your SLUT!!" Tori cried enthusiastically.

"YOU'RE...UH!!.. my WHORE!!"

"YES!! UH!! UH!! UH!! I AM!! UH!!" Tori exclaimed as she fulfilled her darkest fantasy.

"Uhhh....coming...I'm COMING!!! OH GOD!!"

"OH! ME TOO!!! FUCK ME, CANDY, FUCK ME!!! HARDER!!!"

"OH...OH...OHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Duster screamed as her body exploded in climax. Her back arched, and milk again spurted from her breasts onto Tori's face and neck. Her toned buttocks and thighs, covered with sweat, clenched as her loins contracted in ecstasy. "NNNNGGGAAAHHH!!"

"UH! UH! UH! Oh...coming...NOW!!! HHHHUUUNNNGGGGHHHH!!" Tori groaned as her own orgasm claimed her. Her teeth clenched and her thick lips peeled back in an ecstatic grimace. Her head whipped left and right. She hyperventilated, and then another wave of pleasure took her. "UUUUUNNNNHHHH!!"

As the last wave of pleasure left her body, Duster shuddered, then collapsed onto Tori's equally exhausted frame. The two women lay for several moments, panting, their sweat-soaked bodies pressed together. Eventually, Duster shakily pushed herself up and pulled the dildo from Tori's pussy. Tori groaned as the huge phallus left her vagina with a wet, sucking, slurping sound. Duster sat back on her haunches, stroking the phallus with her right hand while her heavy-lidded brown eyes ran over her lover's naked, helpless body. She raised her right hand to her mouth and licked the remnants of her lover's juices from them.

"Not bad," Duster declared. "Not as good as a man, of course, but not bad."

"W-what?" Tori muttered in response. "What do you mean..."

"Let's do it again!" Duster suggested enthusiastically. She reached forward and grabbed Tori's hips, then suddenly flipped the African-American woman onto her belly.

"OHH!!" Tori exclaimed in response. Duster then grabbed her hips and pulled her onto her hands and knees. Tori squealed in surprise when Duster gave her naked ass a harsh slap.

"Gonna fuck you up the ass this time, slut..." Duster growled as she kicked Tori's legs apart with her knees.

"WHAT?!? NO!!" Tori exclaimed in horror. Her mind was still trying to deal with what had just happened--had her lover raped her? Or had she wanted it to happen? And now Candy was threatening her with anal sex! It was too much. Tori desperately tried to scramble away.

"Where do you think you're going, bitch?!?" Duster snarled as she grabbed Tori's long black hair and pulled back harshly. Tori cried out as she felt her hair pulled and her body being dragged backwards towards the huge strap-on dildo. "Don't be such a wimp! You're gonna like this..."

"Candy, NO!! Please, for God's sake, STOP!!" With horror, Tori now realized that Candy's deepest, darkest fantasies had now been unleashed as well, but by the perverted professor's sex drug. She also recalled that the drug's effects could last for days--and Candy would willingly dildo-rape her for that whole time! Oh God, Tori thought, horrified, Candy might just rape me until one one of us dies! I've got to stop her...

All coherent thought vanished from Tori's mind when she felt Duster press the broad tip of the latex phallus against her tiny, puckered anus. Tori screeched and bucked in a wild panic, but Duster pinned her lower legs beneath her own knees, held her hair tight with one hand, and had a firm hold of Tori's hip with the other hand. Tori could hear Duster's labored breathing and primitive, animalistic grunts as she began to shove the dildo into the African-American woman's tender ass. The dildo was slick with the juices of Tori's pussy; it would only be a matter of time before it was inside her.

Duster lost her patience and thrust her hips forward. Tori's dark eyes opened wide and she took a pained, rasping breath as she felt the huge tip of the dildo penetrate her anus. The impact threw Tori forward, and the black woman instinctively threw one hand out to keep her head from hitting the wall.

"Oh, YEAH...you're a tight little bitch," Duster grunted as she pulled her hips back and thrust forward again.

The dildo pushed another inch into Tori's anus, eliciting a horrified cry from her. The pain was incredible. Tori was sure the huge dildo would split her like a log. She tried to pull herself forward, scratching at the wall for some sort of hand-hold, finding none at first. Then her splayed fingers felt a slight ridge in the wall's surface, and her tear-filled eyes opened to look at it. There appeared to be a plastic cover over an electrical outlet.

Great, a whole lot of good that does me, Tori thought, but then something twigged at the back of her mind, something she'd read earlier that evening...

"AAAAAHHHH!!" Tori screamed as Duster yet again thrust the dildo into her, this time pushing the phallus two inches deeper. "OH, GOD, CANDY, STOP!! IT HURTS!!"

"UHHH...just relax and enjoy it...I am!!" Duster responded, and prepared to shove the dildo even deeper into her lover's body.

Tori struggled to remember what she'd read--then suddenly it came back to her. Electricity counteracted the effects of both the Ecstamex and the MetaMute-L! It was her and Candy's only hope. She desperately began to claw at the plastic cover over the electrical outlet. She wasn't sure if she'd even find any electrical wiring behind the cover, or if it would be live, but she had to try.

"OHHHHH GODDDD!!" Tori screamed, her head thumping against the drywall, as Duster shoved another inch of the dildo into her rectum. Tori could feel her body shaking from the ordeal, but she focused as best she could on getting the cover loose. She felt the skin on her fingers rip open, and one of her fingernails tearing loose. She gritted her teeth and tried to shut out the pain in her hand and in her ass.

"Almost...there..." Duster panted as she pulled her hips back slightly, then swung them forward. The impact of the dildo's base against her clit, coupled with Tori's wails of pain, were driving her wild, pushing her to yet another drug-induced climax. It also kept her oblivious to her victim's activity with the electrical outlet.

There! Tori had managed to pry loose the plastic cover. She shoved her hand into the small rectangular hole in the drywall. She felt wires, covered at their ends with electrical tape and small, plastic nubs. She yanked the wires out of the wall as far as she could, then pulled the nubs and tape from the wire's ends.

"AAARRRGGHHH!!" Tori screamed as Duster pushed the dildo deeper into her ravaged ass. She'd lost her hold on the wires. She found them again and carefully touched two of the tips together. A bright spark arced between them. With a strength borne of desperation and pain, Tori wrenched her right leg free from beneath Duster's knee. She drew it forward, then kicked back into Duster's belly, driving the heroine off of her. Duster fell backwards, landing on her shapely ass.

"AAAHHHHH!!" Tori screamed as the dildo was violently pulled from her anus. Shakily, Tori turned to face Duster, the live wires still in her hands.

"You stupid little bitch!!" Duster snarled as she pushed herself up on her elbows. "I'm gonna fuck you hard for that!!"

Duster rose to her knees, then pushed herself forward with an angry yell, her golden-gloved hands formed into claws she aimed at her lover's tear-filled eyes. Tori lifted the wires, one in each hand, and held them forward. Just as Duster reached Tori, the black woman pressed the tips of the live wires against the bare skin of Duster's breasts.

Duster froze in mid-lunge. 120 volts of electricity coursed through her body in a split-second. Her eyes went wide and her teeth clenched as every muscle in her body tensed. Her body was suddenly thrown backwards, away from the live wires, with a loud pop. Duster fell backwards, her eyes open and staring glassily, her limbs flailing. The acrid smell of burnt flesh filled the air in the small, enclosed room. She landed on the floor, her arms wide, her legs sprawled, and lay very still.

Tori dropped the wires and stared, stunned, at the motionless body of her lover. A moment before, her thoughts had only been of stopping the horrid assault and purging the drugs that had prompted it from Candy's system. Now, she realized that she may have paid too high a price for her victory. The fact that such a powerful electrical shock could kill had not occurred to her--until now.

"CANDY!!" Tori cried, then rapidly crawled to her lover's side. "Oh, God, what have I done? Candy!"

She pressed her hands on either side of her lover's face, but Duster did not respond. Tori tried to calm herself. She pressed two fingers to the side of Duster's windpipe, and her eyes watched Duster's naked chest. She did her best to ignore two red burn marks at the top of Duster's breasts where the wires had made contact. A moment later, Tori sighed with relief as she felt a pulse, slow, weak, but steady, and saw the brunette's chest rise and fall as she took shallow breaths.

"Oh, thank God, you're alive, you're alive, baby..." Tori called softly as tears rolled from her eyes. She gathered Duster's limp body up and held it in her arms where she knelt on the floor. She tenderly caressed Duster's face, then leaned down to kiss it softly.

A moment later, Duster's eyelids flickered, and she groaned softly. Slowly, the superheroine's head rocked from side to side as she gradually emerged from the after-effect of the electric shock. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, staring up at Tori.

"W-what happened?" Duster asked weakly.

"I, uh, gave you a shock. It should nullify the drugs in your body."

"Mmmm...was that the only thing you could think of?"

"It was the only thing that would work," Tori told her gently. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah," Duster said, mild sarcasm creeping into her weak voice. "Aside from the fact I just got jolted with 120 volts, I'm peachy."

Tori laughed softly. "What do you remember?"

"Everything," Duster said softly. She raised her hand to caress Tori's face with her fingertips. "Oh, God, Tori...I hurt you...I'm so sorry!" she said, her voice filled with regret and shame.

"Don't," Tori responded, clenching her eyes shut as though she could shut out the memory of what had happened. "Let's just...get out of here, okay?"

"Yeah...okay..." Duster groaned as the two nearly-naked women pushed themselves to their feet. Duster looked down at the strap-on dildo still attached to her waist and her delicate nose wrinkled in disgust. She hurriedly unbuckled the straps and flung the sex toy across the room. Duster's jaw clenched, and Tori saw her friend's eyes narrow and become hard. "That little weasel..." Duster snarled. "It was him. This is all his fault. The bastard!!"

"Okay, lover, we'll get him," Tori said, placing a reassuring hand on Duster's shoulder. "First, we gotta get..."

Tori fell silent as she felt the air move within the small room. Within a split second, it reached gale force, howling past her and Duster, throwing itself against the door. Tori pressed her body against Duster's, knowing the superheroine would steer the wind around her, and watched in awe as the door began to creak and bend on its hinges. Then it was ripped off of them. It flew across the hallway outside the room and slammed against the opposite wall before falling forward with a crash.

Duster strode forward, her rage overcoming any trepidation she may have felt about her nudity, and Tori followed close on her heels. The superheroine stepped out into the hallway, looked left and right, decided on a direction, and followed the hallway to the left. Tori kept close behind her; Candy had several classes and labs in the building and knew it better than her. She imagined they were heading straight for Professor Pervy's lab. She also noticed the building was still on its dim nighttime lighting, meaning it was probably still early on Saturday morning.

Suddenly, a few yards down the hall, a door was flung open and a short, balding, middle-aged man in a lab coat ran out. He took one look at the two nearly-naked young women advancing upon him, gave a sharp cry, and turned to run down the hallway in the opposite direction. Duster stopped in her tracks and raised her right arm. Suddenly the little man stopped as the door to the fire escape, towards which he'd been running, blew open. A powerful wind howled out of the door and slammed into him, blowing him back down the hall.

"C'mere, Percy!" Duster shouted. "You got some 'splainin' to do!!"

The wind sent Professor Pervy tumbling head over heels, his white lab coat whipping around his body, as it carried him back towards the vengeful young women down the hall. The little man screamed in terror as he rolled towards them. The wind screamed down the hallway, but Duster skillfully made it part around herself and her companion. Then Professor Pervy was at her feet, and as suddenly as the wind had erupted, it died down. Duster reached down, grabbed the whimpering academic by the lapels of his lab coat, and threw him against the wall of the hallway.

"You little scumwad, I'm going to make you regret the day you were born!" she snarled into his face.

Pervy fumbled in his lab coat pocket for one of his tiny cylinders of knockout gas, but Tori saw what he was doing, grabbed his wrist, and took the pen-shaped cylinder from him. She angrily glared at the quivering little man

"Leave me alone!" Pervy shouted. "Y-you can't do this to me! I have rights!"

Duster smiled nastily. "Sure, you've got rights. Like the right to remain silent." Duster drew back her arm and punched Pervy square in the solar plexus.

"GHHHHUUUFFF!!!" the academic exclaimed as his breath left his body. Duster held him up, otherwise he would have collapsed onto the floor. She drew back her fist and hit him square in the jaw. "UNNNGGHH!!" he cried as he spun around and slammed into the wall. Duster had let go of him, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Guess you don't wanna be silent, huh?" Duster sneered as she stood over him. "Not that what you're saying could be used against you in a court of law." She drew her foot back and kicked Pervy in the ribs. The little man squealed in pain, and a faint snapping sound told Duster that she'd broken at least one of his ribs--much to her satisfaction. The perverted professor lay trembling and gasping for air on the ground, completely at her mercy.

Though Tori dearly wanted to exact her own revenge on the deviant academic, she grabbed Duster's arm and pulled her away. "Okay, that's enough, Duster," she said softly.

Duster turned to look at her lover. Her brown eyes were still filled with rage.

"This little bastard...he raped me with...with... his machines!" Duster snarled through clenched teeth. "He made me rape you! He's going to pay..."

"...by going to prison, Duster," Tori told her firmly. "That's the way it works, remember? Now get a hold of yourself."

Duster stared at her for a moment, then turned and drew a deep breath. She hugged herself with her arms, then turned and spoke.

"Right. Okay," Duster said, nodding, though her voice still shook with rage. "We have to go through his lab. My coat's probably in there, and we'll get you a lab coat to wear..."

"We need evidence. For the police," Tori reminded her.

"He's got a file folder full of it," Duster replied. "We have to leave that out for the cops. And we have to remove all evidence that we were here. Come on," Duster said as she led Tori into the lab.

Moments later, Duster had found her leather coat in the lab's closet, and had given a lab coat to Tori. Now covered, the two women decided on a plan of action.

"Okay," Duster said, "I'm going to restrain the little weasel, then I'm going to find the video recorders. You take care of the computer--clean out anything you can find about either of us that he put in there."

"Done," Tori said quietly as Duster walked back out into the hall. She sat down in the same chair Professor Pervy had used to watch Duster in the isolation chamber earlier that night, and pulled herself up to the lab computer. Pervy, in his panic, had conveniently left it turned on and logged in. Tori downloaded her favorite disk wiping utility from the Internet, then began going through files. She prepared to delete them when something caught her eye.

"Okay, I've got the vid," Duster declared a few minutes later, holding up a VHS tape. "I dragged Prince Charming into his isolation chamber. He's lucky I didn't hook him up to that fucking rape machine... Anyway, one anonymous phone call to the cops and we're done here. You finished?"

"Uh, yeah," Tori replied as she shut off the computer. "Any files about you or me have been wiped. Everything else is there for the cops."

"Good. Let's go," Duster said.

Tori smiled at Duster, then rose from the desk chair. When Duster turned to walk out the door, Tori surreptitiously placed a floppy disk into the pocket of her purloined lab coat, then followed the heroine out into the waning night.

Epilogue

A few days later, Candy Roberts sat in her physics class as a cold, early November rain pelted against the classroom windows. Her right hand moved over the paper in front of her, taking copious, detailed notes. But her brown eyes were vacant; she felt like a robot, an automaton that was merely going through the motions of living a life. She felt hollow. The dreary weather outside seemed to match her mood and exacerbate it.

Her mind strayed from the classroom and the present to the night following her ordeal in Professor Pervy's lab. She couldn't stop thinking about it, about what had passed between her and Tori in their apartment that night, no matter how hard she tried.

"I, uh, guess we should talk. About what happened..." Candy said hesitantly.

"Yeah. Okay," Tori responded, her voice soft and a little sad. She did not look up to meet her lover's gaze.

Candy sat beside her on the couch and tenderly caressed her hand. "I am so sorry, so sorry for what I did to you," she said, her voice trembling with emotion, her brown eyes suddenly brimming with tears. "I keep telling myself it was the drug, but that's no excuse for what I..."

"Candy, stop," Tori said gently, though insistently. "We both gave into some of our darkest desires. I didn't even have to be pumped full of Ecstamex for that. I'm in no position to criticize you for it."

"Oh," Candy said, wiping away tears with her free hand. "So...you're not angry at me?"

Tori took a deep breath and exhaled. "Not about that," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. She slipped her hand out of Candy's.

The class ended. Without a word to the other students around her, Candy closed her notebook. She despondently pushed it into her knapsack, then rose to her feet. She shuffled towards the door behind the other students. The classroom door swung back towards her; she barely noticed in time, and lifted a hand to keep it from slamming into her face. Another student caught the door and pulled it open for her.

"Thanks," she said absent-mindedly, then left the classroom and turned to walk down the hallway. The tall young man with short, curly black hair who'd caught the door watched her slowly walk away. He let the door go and stood there in the hallway until she disappeared from sight. Then he turned and walked in the opposite direction.

"What is that?" Candy asked, staring at the floppy disk Tori had thrown onto the table in front of her.

"I pulled it off of Pervy's lab computer. It's your...test results." Tori answered flatly.

"Test results?!?" Candy responded warily, her eyes growing wide. "You kept...that pervert tied me up and used his machines to rape me, and you kept his fucking score card?!?" Candy asked, her voice growing in anger and volume. She shifted her body away from Tori's. "Why? Why the hell would you do such a thing?!?"

"Because I wanted to know!!" Tori replied, finally turning to look at Candy. Their eyes locked in mutual anger for a moment.

"Know what?!?"

"If you really love me!!" Tori replied, her voice cracking. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She began to sadly shake her head. "And you don't. You don't..."

Candy left the building and walked to the parking lot. The rain fell on her reddish-brown hair and ran down her face and neck. She barely noticed the cold water that dripped down her chest and back, soaking her shirt beneath her leather jacket. She walked to her car, climbed in, and drove home--to her childhood home, her parents' huge, opulent house in the Heights. The wealthiest neighborhood in High Plains City sat on the beginnings of the foothills, isolated and removed from the mid-western metropolis below and to the East.

Her mother had won the election to Congress just a couple of days before in a stunning upset over the incumbent. Between the time her mother would be spending in Washington and her father's constant business trips, Candy would barely see her parents at all. No wonder they didn't mind that she'd moved back home. They were so caught up in their own lives that they had neglected to ask her why.

"Tori, please understand. I do love you. Just...not the way you want me to." Candy looked at her friend sadly. She lowered her head and shook it. "I'm sorry..."

"How long...have you known?" Tori asked, swallowing a sob. "How long have you known that you're straight?"

"I think...maybe...I've always known. I..."

"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!?" Tori yelled as she angrily rose to her feet. Tears rolled freely down her cheeks. "Why did you lead me on? Why did you make me think, make me hope, that we could have a life together? WHY?!?"

Candy reached home, parked her car, and went inside. The big house was quiet, empty, and abandoned. She briefly considered making herself some dinner, then decided that she wasn't hungry and didn't have the energy to bother. Candy drifted through the lavishly furnished living room, but its expensive trappings brought her no comfort. She slowly climbed the staircase to her second floor and went into her bedroom.

Candy dropped her knapsack to the floor as soon as she entered. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. A moment later, she began to strip out of her clothing, carelessly tossing her garments to the floor as well. Once she had stripped herself nude, Candy let her body fall upon the bed. She rolled onto her side; she then pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, holding her naked thighs against her breasts.. She lay there for some time, barely moving, her eyes staring glassily at a spot on the wall.

"Because I needed you to comfort me!!" Candy cried as tears rolled down her face. "Because I...I was raped...because I w-wanted someone to hold me...b-because I trusted you. Oh, God, Tori, I'm so sorry...I never meant to hurt you..." Candy buried her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook as her body was racked by sobs.

"I trusted you too," Tori said shakily as she wiped tears from her face. "I trusted you with my love. With my heart. With my body. But not anymore. I can't." Tori's voice calmed slightly, but was filled with a quiet contempt. "You violated that trust. I know you had your reasons. But you shouldn't have let it drag on. You might be brave enough to fight crooks every night, but you were too much of a coward to tell me how you really felt. I don't...I'm not sure I can forgive you." She turned away from Candy. "And I know I don't want to be around you."

Candy said nothing, because she knew Tori was right. She was a coward. She could confront criminals, but not her own feelings. She'd sought solace from Tori after her ordeal at the Motormaster's hands, and had selfishly kept up the pretense of loving her. If only she'd never gotten her powers, if she'd never become a superheroine, if she'd never gotten captured and violated... Candy lifted her eyes to the ceiling and cursed the turn her life had taken since that fateful day in the wind tunnel.

Nearly an hour after arriving home from university, Candy pushed herself up off of her bed. Naked and alone in the huge house, she stood and slowly walked to her closet. She slid the mirrored door open, then pushed her clothes out of the way. She reached out and gingerly pushed aside a panel of drywall at the back of the closet. There, in a secret compartment she'd fashioned herself, hung another of her bright green and gold Duster outfits, the stylized, winged red D boldly emblazoned on its chest.

But Candy Roberts felt anything but bold. She could only stare at the bright green singlet and wonder what else wearing that costume would cost her.

THE END

of Duster versus Professor Pervy

but Duster will be back in...

The Return of the Motormaster!