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Heroes for Villains 2

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Behind the doors of BC7 hero Precinct 11 was a scene of pure debauchery. Sitting in the middle of his menagerie of former crime fighters turned obedient sex slaves, the Fitter let out a soft sigh as he pulled the twin heroes off his spit covered dick. The chubby raccoon stuffed his cock back into his suit and stood up. The two rats, Shock and Jolt, had the ability to generate a super strong electric charge between them. The two superheroes now sported matching black banana hammock singlets that wrapped their erect members in a tight bulge. The twins whimpered as each brother desperately ground against the other's crotch.

They had to keep forotting or else their singlets would cause their power to activate and shock both their cocks. If they don't grind down the charge, it will keep building up till they pass out from being locked and shocked, unable to cum unless their master allows them to. The villain smiled wickedly as the stout twins moaned and kissed each other as they humped and hugged tightly, learning to be closer to each other.

Across the room, a familiar elephant whimpered and cried. Trapped in the Fitter's special outfit, Mammoth was bent over a top his cock. The hero's ability to grow his body was manipulated by the raccoon, inflating his sexual organs into enormous proportions. Behind the bull elephant, the suit had enlarged his prostate to the point it had pushed open his anus and protruded as a giant black bulb. Behind Mammoth, the speedster hero, Quickie Kangaroo wearing one of the Fitter's jock straps, rapidly punched the enormous pleasure bag mercilessly. The rapid assault was killing the broken hero with earth shattering pleasure. A fitting punishment for such a stubborn animal to break.

The mastermind prepared to make his next move. As he expanded his collection, he would need some assistance managing the flock. The raccoon found the perfect candidate in the Hero's HQ databanks. It took The Fitter just over week to capture, break, and corrupt all the heroes of Precinct 11. If the dastard wanted to expand, he needed to speed up the process. This is where the occupant of cell sixteen came into play. The raccoon hit a button on his wrist and a nearby horse let out a howling moan. The former Precinct 11 quartermaster crawled towards the raccoon on all fours, spasming at the pulsing plug lodged inside his ass. The extension of the suit that hugged the horse's entire body vibrated so loudly; you could hear it standing next to him in a room filled with moaning superheroes.

"Y-You buzzed, master?" said the panting horse. His hips trembled as his throbbing stallion shaft thumped against his stomach. The suite was skintight against the flared horse cock trapped beneath. Rings and belts squeezed tightly along the horse's length, keeping hip perpetually on edge.

"Be a dear and tell me about this prisoner," said the raccoon as he pointed to the screen. The horse found the outfit allowed him to stand and review the profile displayed upon the console. The mugshot associated with the file showed a very mean looking rottweiler and a lock icon flashing a 'Classified' tooltip. The horse entered his password and read the dog's file out to his master.

"Criminal alias, 'Scent Hound' charged with extortion, fraud, assault, battery. Abilities include enhanced sense of smell, proficiency at close quarter combat, and unique chemical compound found in concentrated amounts in the subject's blood and sweat. The substance is classified as a unique and highly addictive narcotic when evaporated in the air. Thankfully, the complex molecule dissolves after a few seconds. However, exposure via inhalation renders those in the presence of the subject to be incredibly docile and receptive to suggestion. Prolong exposure can lead to severe cognitive impairment and addiction. Those addicted to Scent Hound's special pheromones quickly become loyal to the dog if only to retrieve a concentrated whiff from their drug source. Before the master decided to move into the Precinct, I had just developed a special aerosol that renders this substance inert. Because of its highly addictive nature and unique source, the higher ups decided to classify its existence," said the horse.

The Fitter perused through the rest of Scent Hound's file while idly fidgeting with the control for the plug lodged behind the stallion's stretched ring. The brilliant villain just needed to enlist the help of this dog and he had just the thing. With the assistance of the former hero turned henchman/slave, they added some modifications to the raccoon's suit to adapt the pheromone neutralizing aerosol. For the horse's loyal service, the Fitter allowed him to cum. The sophisticated and metamorphic properties of the Fitter's garments allowed for an extremely precise torment to endlessly stimulate a wearer's arousal. They were just as capable of inducing a mind-blowing orgasm as indicated by the groaning and twitching horse lying in a puddle of his own cum that the outfit had allowed to soak through.

With the modifications complete, the raccoon made his way down to the detention block. He looked at the hermetically sealed door of cell sixteen and entered the opening code into the keypad attached to the heavy duty locking mechanism. The pad beeped as it accepted the entered code and the seals hissed around the frame of the door. Inside was an airlock chamber that led to the prisoner's quarters. The Fitter unsealed the next door and entered the room. It was a brightly lit chamber and laying on a bed naked was Scent Hound. He was not allowed clothing as he had escaped previously by ripping up bits of cloth that had been soaked in his scent and exposing the guards by slipping it into their suits.

"Who the hell are you? Where have the other guards been and why don't you have a hazmat suit on?" asked the surprised dog.

"I'm your new boss," simply said the Fitter before he tossed a thick black sheet at the rottweiler. It spread out like a net as it spun through the air. The other crook yelped as the garment hit him like a heavy weight and clung to his body. The canine had no clue what had been going on in the rest of the Precinct since the Fitter took over. He had been locked away in his isolation cell. The ceiling hissed as it dispensed the Scent Hound counter agent. There was also a tv built into the wall running a few channels of music and old movies and reruns of daytime soap operas. Only a moment ago, the dog was about to find out who put main character's sister's friend's mother-in-law's accountant's maid's twin who witnessed an extra marital affair briefly mentioned two seasons ago. Now he was being engulfed by what looked like a black living straight jacket.

It covered him from tip to toe like a body bag. The material constricted until only a canine shaped mass remained on the ground. The raccoon closed the door and left Scent Hound alone once again in his cell. His outfit began to work on breaking the dog down into another helpless sex depraved henchman. With all the additional advancements that the Precinct's Quartermaster had made, the process could take one to three days to break someone. The Fitter left him in there for a week for good measure.

For seven days, the rottweiler was subjected to non-stop edging. The smart fabric quickly calibrated itself to every single one of the dog's erogenous zones, stimulating them in random shifting patterns that never allowed him to adjust for too long. Audio and visual conditioning assaulted the dog's mind until he became completely obedient to the raccoon. Once his programming had been complete, Scent Hound received the standard henchmen graduation ceremony where they were finally allowed to cum after submitting to their new master. The entire time, the outfit collected and stored the villain's addictive pheromones.

When the door to cell sixteen opened once more, the raccoon's loyal dog waited for his master. Scent Hound stood only on his knees. His entire body was sealed inside the Fitter's garment. The fabric was skintight around the stocky dog. Even the veins were visible on his overinflated knot that throbbed between his legs, while the suit continued to tease and zap his cock into a perpetual erection. His arms were bound behind his head, exposing tubes that ran from his underarms to a pack on his back. The raccoon was ready to put his henchman to work...

As night fell on Big City 7, hero patrols continued their routine schedules. The most famous hero of Precinct 12 enjoy an uneventful stroll along the warehouse district. Grizzly Commando, the combat specialist whose battle prowess was matched only by his natural genius in tactics and strategy. Grizz's patrol outfit consisted of a simple tactical vest and utility belt over his combat fatigues. The veteran hero could tell someone was watching him along the large street between warehouses.

The bear demonstrated excellent discipline as he waited for his stalker to present an opening. The commando had been prepared for attack at any direction but was taken aback when he saw the black figure walk right out into the open towards his position. The head was canine in form, stocky chest and what appeared to be a cape. The prominent bulge indicated it was definitely a male. The suspect looked like they belonged in a sex dungeon than out in the industrial district.

Scent Hound had found his target and moaned into his mask as he imagined the pleasure it would bring to obey his master and capture the hero. He dropped onto all fours and prepared to lunge at the hero, the Fitter's garment greatly enhanced the dog's physical prowess and he changed swiftly right at the bear. As he darted towards the hero, Grizz deployed one of his batons and swung it right into the dog's midsection. A normal fur would be suffering severe pain from cracked and broken ribs, but the Fitter's special garments absorbed the crushing blows like soft taps.

"What kinda perverted gitup is this?" growled the bear.

The canine didn't bother replying, focused on his objective. He spun around and lunged again at the hero. Grizz dodged to the side and grabbed his cape, pulling on it tightly to snap the dog back. However, instead of snapping back with the rest of the dog, the cape stretched and clung to the bear's paws. The dog in the morph suit stopped and the stretchy cape became taught and unyielding. Grizzly Commando's bound paws were unable to reach his combat knife.

With no other choice, Grizz tried to hit his emergency transponder on his belt. He needed backup, but the poor hero never got the chance. The smart fabric constricted suddenly and sent the heavy bear flying towards the dog. Hitting the ground and being dragged knocked the wind out of the hero. Looking up at the night sky, the last think Grizz would see is the looming bulge of the dog's crotch before a seam split open and the fabric wrapped to engulf his whole head.

Grizzly bears have one of the keenest senses of smell among all the mammals. Their sensitivity was about seven times more than that of a bloodhound and could pick up a scent several kilometers away, and right now this grizzly bear's nose was buried beneath Scent Hound's sweaty soaked balls. The concentrated humid air was so concentrated with the villain's addictive and mind warping pheromones that the first whiff left Grizz's whole world spin.

The second breath of the dog's concentrated musk made his blood burn. A deep euphoria rippled over his body and his thoughts simply fizzled. Quickly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of dopamine and serotonin brought on by pheromones. The victim's neurotransmitters in their brain begin to warp and reshape themselves to allow for more hormones to bind. This results in cognitive functions, impaired judgment, and regressed intelligence. By the fourth breath, Grizz was drooling and snorting against the dog's nuts as if his life depended on it.

With the bear groaning and lapping at the dog's balls, Scent Hound moaned as he reported in with the boss. With the Grizzly Commando successfully subdued, he released the bear who was now completely addicted to the dog's pheromones. The bear's intelligence had been drained, leaving only a desperation in both his mind and his pants to inhale more of that sweet feel good musk. He rubbed the tent in his pants as he continued to nuzzle and nudge the dog's crotch with his nose, whimpering as the fabric cut off his supply. The dog put his foot on the bear's chest and kicked him away.

The dog in the morph suit kicked the bear's paws away from his crotch. "If you ever want a chance at taking another whiff of my scent, you will not touch yourself," said the villain.

"P-please, I need more. Smells so good," the bear said, practically drooling. His heart was racing, and something was making his cock throb harder. That's when the bear looked down and saw the dog was stepping on his rigid member. The bear's fat meat made a very visible bulge against his pants. It was well known for any of the other heroes in Precinct 12 that the Grizzly Command was packing in many different meanings of the word. Anyone who happened to be in the Precinct 12 showers with the bear would attest to this as the tip of Grizz's leaking cock was already poking above the waistline of his pants. Hard as steel, his erection even pushed past the tightness of his equipment belt.

"That's a good boy, just do what I tell you and your master will let you have more of his scent," the dog cooed as he continued to rub his suit covered foot over the stupefied hero's aching arousal. The huge bear was squirming like a cub under the dog's heel. It didn't take very long, perhaps thirty seconds of stroking before the bear shuddered and came all over himself. Grizz laid there, panting as he lapped a few ropes of bear seed that landed across his muzzle.

"Now now. The boss wants you back to size you up for his new uniform. You can clean my pits when we get back to the hide now, now be a good boy and report back to your Precinct that you're taking off early tonight," Scent Hound said to his newest thrall.

Grizz needed more of that heavenly scent and stifled a moan as he obeyed the dog. The bear reported back to HQ that things were quiet, and he'd be taking off early. He cut off his radio and transponder and followed the dog back to one of the Fitter's many hideouts in BC7. There, the raccoon was waiting for the dog and their latest recruit. He smiled when he saw his new dog return with the bear in tow. The Fitter was pleased to see his new recruiter accomplish his first mission with relative ease. His personal collection of subjugated superheroes continued to grow.

"Wonderful! You devilish dog, I am so happy with the success of your first job. You may keep him as your personal henchman once we get him fitted for his new uniform and the two of you infiltrate Precinct 12. I also want to show you something special," the raccoon said. The dastardly boss revealed a his full of face masks made of the evil genius' smart fabric. They looked like simple rectangular pieces of cloth with a string connected to each corner. When the Fitter picked up one of the masks and flicked it like a playing card at the bear, it slapped against his muzzle and the straps wrapped themselves around Grizz's head. The dumbed down former hero tried to tug it off, but it clung firmly to his face and very shortly he stopped trying and just stood there with a dumbfounded look and his eyes fluttering a bit.

"These masks have been saturated in your concentrated pheromones. combined with my smart fabric, not only will they find it near impossible to remove, but in moments, they won't want to remove it. Isn't that right, Grizzly Command?" the raccoon asked as he walked up to the hulking bear and groped his still hard cock.

Grizz moaned into the mask as he continued to inhale the blissful scent from his mask. The Fitter stripped the stupefied bear down naked and pulled out a device that looked like a laser used to measure temperature and distance. It was connected to a hose leading to some high-tech looking tank. The villain waved the device at the muscular and bulky bear and it began to spray a mist of smart fibers that coated the bear like fiberglass. As the raccoon carefully dusted the hero from top to bottom, the coating rapidly changed to mimic that of his original uniform. In moments, the hero looked completely the same aside from the mask he was huffing deeply into.

"Behold, my greatest achievement yet. This spray contains nano fibers that makeup my smart fabric garments. The fibers can even send electrical pulses to the wearer's nerves directly, I can program them to stimulate any type of sensation the body is capable of experiencing. Like this!" said the raccoon as he hit a button on his control console embedded into his gauntlet. The bear suddenly stood in place. The crotch of his pants disappeared, and his hard cock started to erupt with cum, shooting it across the room and splattering it across the ceiling. He kept shooting until each spurt became a slow drip even though his cock was still hard and throbbing.

The Fitter watched in sheer amazement as Grizzly Commando emptied himself across the hideout. Grizz started to whimper as his cock continued to throb. The garment continued to force his body to orgasm even though his balls were virtually empty. Finally, the raccoon disabled the signal and the bear collapsed onto the ground. The villain walked right over the bear and pet and groped the rottweiler's bulge.

"Once he's ready to go, you two will go back to Precinct 11 under the guise of a prisoner transfer. The bear will bring you in and hand out the masks. I've had the horse send them the transfer documents and they will think the masks are counter measures to your power. Your priority target is the main tech support Hyper Hyena, the cyborg. Till then, you may enjoy your reward for being such a good puppy."

The dog nodded to his boss and moaned like a good puppy as the raccoon continued to rub and stroke his bulge. Scent Hound had a promise to keep to the bear and lifted his arm. A tub sprouted from his armpit and connected to the bear's mask. It started to drag the bear into the dog's underarm, across the ground until his mask fused with the dog's garment. Thankfully as dumb as the bear was now, it would allow the nano fibers to better control the wearer as it encounters less mental resistance. He would be able to make the bear act and sound just like normal. The raccoon left his new toys to play with each other to plot his next move.