I knew Gamemaster. I knew him as Jerry. I knew him as a sweet kid who couldn’t make the football team of the university at which Vixen did her research. When I went in regular clothes, over several weeks, to the campus to shadow Alley Kat’s sister I met him. He was a spindly kid who flirted with me, this tall, older woman in casual clothes and carrying books. He was gentle and kind .... at first.
My powers allowed me to read his mind, and I smiled at his sexual fantasies about me.
I watched him grow in size and aggression over time. His blushes and timid flirting became overtly sexual. His biceps became huge. His neck became a tree trunk. The steroids flowed through him.
Now he was one of my captors.
Once again, Vixen lead me by the wrist.

“He’s pretty much finished with AlleyKat. She’s full of .... ah, here.”

We turned the corner and entered a barren holding cell. It was a room that Vixen had cleared out for one purpose and one purpose only. In the center was a ratty-looking mattress on which the huge, sweaty, steroid monster rested, panting. Suspended from the ceiling, upside down in the corner, was Alley. Her full, muscular body was tightly bound in lengths of rope and chain. Eyes closed, arms and legs pinned to her body, a gag in her mouth, the black-clad woman swayed gently.

“As I was saying,” Vixen continued. “My sister is just full of come and is well fucked. Isn’t that great?”

My mind was hers. I nodded.

“And what about you, Gold?”

I turned to Gamemaster as he rose. His body glistened and his tool stood straight out. In my right mind, I would have stopped him from living out his fantasies. My mental state on that day forced Vixen’s will through my lips.

“You want to fuck me. You can do it now, Jerry. I’ve lost. I can still read your mind, and I think you should do as you feel. Beat me and fuck me.”

SLAP! A massive, meaty hand snapped across my face. I became a golden missile, sailing into the corner of the room and crumbling into a heap. I offered no resistance as he grabbed my ankle and dragged me back to the mattress. He lifted me high in the air and slammed me down on the mattress.
My long legs are supple and muscular. Gamemaster set me on my side, pressed my right leg up, and jammed his huge cock into me. I was being fucked.
Just like the times when Incubus fucked me, I was helpless and swept up in his power. My cunt was stretched and gushed freely as he took me. Just like when Incubus fucked me, I moaned and screamed like a captive woman.
Over his shoulder, I could see Vixen fixing a strap-on to a harness that she wore. When ready, she walked past us and began lowering Alley Kat.

Between Sisters

I finally passed out. Before that happened, though, I watched as Vixen rolled her sister on her belly and undid her ankles. Keeping Alley Kat’s wrists tied arms bound, Vixen hissed into her ear.

“Remember what a good stiff dick feels like, sis? You always had more of them than did. Perfect body. Perfect intellect. I’ve had to work for what was just given to you and I still don’t have it. I still inject myself. Still do experiments on myself.”

Gamesmaster maneuvered me and draped both of my long golden-clad legs over his massive shoulders. My high heels were in the air.

“If I can’t have your body,” Vixen growled. “I’ll have it.”

The first thrust must have been powerful, using everything Vixen had in those muscular thighs. Alley Kat’s mouth opened in a silent gasp and her eyes rolled back in her head. I linked into her mind, but could read only what was coming from the drugs and manipulation.

“Fuck me hard.”

Alley Kat on her belly.

“Oh ... yes...”

Vixen mounted on her black-clad sister.

“Do this to me.”

Vixen doing her superheroine sister from behind.

“Oh ... God ...”

Zebra-striped Vixen pumping.

“Oh ....”

Helpless Alley Kat shuddering with orgasm.
The waves finally took me and I joined Alley Kat cold, dark defeat.

On/Off Switch

I awoke in a cage. It was a squeeze cage, the type used to contain dangerous animals. Obviously, they’d moved me to a different room after my black-out. It was a cluttered storage space filled with empty cages, boxes, and the like. It smelled of dust and neglect.

A cage.

It had been awhile since I’d been cages by a villain. The second time I confronted The Sculptor, he drugged me and chained me in a cage. He used thick links to wrap around my waist, between my breasts, between my thighs, and around my wrists. I lay on the cage floor and watched as he put the heroine called Pulsar into his new device that was supposed to create “beautiful women”. She stood stock-still in the plastic tube as streams of a quick-hardening goo poured from a funnel above. Her blond hair became matted. Her PVC pink body glove with its black mesh V on the bust became lost in the rush of Sculptor’s Clay.
Sculptor had drugged me both times he captured me, but Vixen didn’t when she left me in the cage. It occurred to me that the power she has used to control me was gone! It had worn off! My strength, once again, ran through me. My muscles felt energized and my powers were back. As if they were made of paper, I tore the steel bars and stood up out of the cage. I would find Vixen, Gamemaster and Kat. I would end this.
I sprinted through the room, shouldered the door down and found myself in her lab.
Viles. Flasks. Lab rats. Burners. It was a full-fledged lab. In the middle, though, was a table on which they’d strapped the Kat. IVs were connected to her and sensors were pasted all over her body.

“No more, Vixen. It’s over, you bitch!” I said.

Gamemaster was fast, but he didn’t catch me off-guard this time. I dodged out of his path and delivered a kick to his knee. I heard the sickening, wet, snap-and-pop of his joint surrendering to my blow. He howled for a second, then I delivered a blow to his temple that dropped him. I turned to move on Vixen. She raised what looked like a pen. There was a mild hum.
I was a slave again.

“Oh, didn’t I explain?” She laughed. “The process I used on you can be shut in or off as I choose. I turned it off, let you escape and recaptured you just now to show you how it works. Guess I didn’t tell you about Gamemaster’s recovery powers either.”

He was getting up and seemed perfectly healed. Looming over me, the Gamemaster huffed and drooled. Again, I spoke as a slave.

“When you first saw me, I was dressed as an average woman. You looked as my firm, muscular legs and butt and thought I was an athlete of some sort. You liked my large breasts. Do what w you wanted to,Gamemaster. I have no will to resist.”

He must have spent an hour just feeling me. Fingers ran through my hair. Fingers went into my mouth. Big hands on big breasts, he squeezed, pushed, and lifted my bust. He kneaded my ass and thickly-muscled legs. He rubbed his bare cock against my big thighs until he came on my golden costume.
Finally, he lifted me up and slammed me down on a nearby table.

“Round two,” he grunted.