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A Superheroine Falls

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Jane O'Brian was not just any investigative reporter, though that's what most of the world saw her as, a nondescript blonde that always had her hair pulled back. With her glasses, one could have said that she blended into the background, her dress when she was reporting plain and simple, nothing that would have at all have stood out. She needed to blend into the background for her role, only making herself known when the act of doing so benefitted her and her job.

Jane, however, was not only a woman, scanning the line of judges in the courthouse with her x-ray vision. What most of the world did not know was that she was The Marvellous Siren, blessed with the ability of super hearing and flight, in addition to more that she kept close to her heart and her soul. She had to, of course, if she was to remain undercover and fight for justice in the world.

But what she uncovered as they droned on about banning abortions, her body merely there to cover what was happening, her mind elsewhere, was far more unnerving. They wanted to change the system, to make it more difficult than it was even then for individuals to be charged for non-consensual intercourse, though there was something wrong there. Yet Jane sucked in a breath as she scanned the line, the dusty, musty old men behind desks, their jaws slightly slack and eyes a little more vacant than they should have been.

They were being controlled. Brainwashed. However one wanted to look at it, it was all the same to Jane, who had thought, even then, that she had seen everything. But the ridiculous and inane laws had something behind them, something darker and more insidious than even she could have imagined.

She stiffened. And she wasn't going to find out by who if all she did was hang around during daylight hours.

She donned her outfit at home, a skin-tight blue, white and red suit, boots blue struck through with white stars, though what her outfit embodied was meant to be the ideal of the US. It was far from it, of course, but she would never stop fighting for justice, a cape flying behind her as the skin-tight suit cupped her muscles perfectly, defining even her buttocks without restraining or restricting her motion in the slightest. A spill of red poured over her shoulders and pointed down into the small of her back, matching the red cape and her red mask, though everything she donned seemed to be drawing the male gaze. It was, unfortunately, a hazard of the job of being The Marvellous Siren, at the end of the day.

“Where are you?"

She muttered to herself as she hovered there, appearing to take no more effort in flight than she did in walking. Her super sight allowed her to scan further than she could fly and more efficiently too, though a few antennas out of place was all she could find. Yet that was all she needed even then for a lead, investigating in her blood, forcing her on to find an answer and a solution to what could break her city forever.

Jane's mind whirled. If they were being controlled mentally, there had to be a base that the signal was emanating from and she followed it, her super sight showing her discrepancies in sound waves that no other eyes could have picked up on. A base, however, was rarely so secret that it could not be found and the very presence of the antenna on top, larger than any others, led her there. It could have been innocuous, easily passed over, but not for her. Never for her.

“Right... Here we go."

Jane sucked in a breath, filling her chest, breasts rising as she pulled her stomach in. It was now or never, pushing on, slamming through the back entrance and kicking in the metal vault door.

Charging in was more her style than anything else and someone who controlled from such a distance was hardly a threat up close, she reasoned, though she would have done well to be more careful. The room that she erupted into, bursting down the hallway in a zip of super speed, was filled with screens and flashing lights that would not mean anything to anyone who did not know what they were all about. She was not there to waste time with turning it off smoothly, however, rising as her eyes flared crimson, threatening to use her laser vision, the heat of it warming the insides of her eyelids.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Dr Fletcher stepped out of a doorway, a metal door sliding back with nary a sound to allow him entrance. Her lips parted and she whirled about, a curse on her lips, but it was already too late as a force field leapt up around her, crackling and leaping in a haze of white. Effectively trapped, she spun in circles, the scientist that she knew from crazy old papers that, once upon a time, she had researched, though she had never thought anything more would come of it.

“Let me out, scum!" She commanded him, drawing herself up tall as she dropped to the ground, her powers slipping away within the force field. “You won't get away with this!"

“Oh, my dear – I already have!"

He laughed, sweeping a hand back through his slicked-down, black hair, mussing it up, though no one was there to pass witness on him even as Jane seethed. She balled her hands up into fists as he ranted, though she forced herself to listen, the man that had trapped her nothing more than a human, a man who should never have been able to overcome her so easily.

“Why are you doing this? There's no sense in any of this! You will cause more harm than you will ever gain in power!"

Dr Fletcher shook his head, lips stretched in a grin so wide that it was startling and yet eerie at the same time.

“Why? Why does anyone need a reason to do anything? My plan is underway! But, my dear, this is all to do with the declining birth rate. We can't have abortions when everything is dropping here, when there are no more children in the world we will know the true error of our ways!"

His voice rose to a shriek and she took a step back, blinking at him. He was crazy, he had to be out of his mind. No one in their right mind could think that, not in any way. His world rolled over her as she scanned the force field, searching for weaknesses, regardless of how it had depleted her reserves, drained her a little without actively stripping her of every shred of her power.

“You will be next, next, yes, of course, next," he went on, rambling, ranting, waving his arms about, though her eyes were not on him. “All will see, all will become, all will be!"

That was enough time for Jane to twist and slam through the force field, however, cutting through with her laser vision as neat as anyone could have liked. It was a slight of finesse that only a woman could embody and the scientist snarled, lunging for her, something in his hand, even as she shot past him.

“You will never see this happen!"

She didn't need to use her fists when her abilities could melt his machines to a crisp, her skin protected from the burning heat of her gaze, scorching and melting, searing it all down into a blob of metal that could no longer harm anyone. A piercing note rang through the air and the scientist dropped to his knees, clawing at his ears, though it was gone as soon as it appeared, the machines drooling to the ground as if the metal had posed no more threat to Jane than a CD may have.

“No... No! My beautiful creation!"

Jane pressed her lips together, pulling the scientist away from the molten metal. Though it seemed harder than it did before, her lips twisting a little, though she did not think too much about it. Hefting the scientist who had broken so many rules up in her arms, she shook her head and let the words roll from her.

“This is your crime and your punishment shall fit. All shall know what you...what you..."

She faltered, her stride failing her, dropping to her knees. Even her cape seemed to have less air and life under it than before. Dr Fletcher rose, shaky but contemplative, always an observer of a situation at hand. After all, he was a scientist.

“What?"

Jane stumbled back, the scientist advancing, lips stretching, once again, into a grin.

“Ah, I see... So the device does something even now."

He hauled her off by her hair, kicking and screaming, yet even her normal strength seemed to have been sapped from her, drained so that she didn't even know just how to move her limbs. Even what she had boasted as a normal human woman was taken from her as he dragged her into his underground bunker, bumping down the stairs, muttering and grumbling, words blurring into one another even as he flung her to the floor.

“If you have foiled my plans, dear, I'll see you as my consolation prize."

She was his to do with as he pleased, her powers and energy stripped from her in a way that could not be otherwise replicated, the bunker a relatively small room with a bed and some homely items, just enough to make it a bedroom for him of sorts. Maybe he hid down there while the mind control device was active, so that he would not be affected by it, she reasoned, heaving for breath, down on all fours, though she may as well have been flat out for all the energy she felt she had left in her.

“Useless superhero whore... You know you deserve this."

But Jane didn't, not as he hefted her up and threw her on the bed, stumbling and flailing, her limbs going in all directions. Yet she could not make as much of an impression on him as she wanted to, heaving and writhing, her lips moving but the breath with which to speak stolen from her.

“No, no... Get off... Leave me...alone..."

Yet the words did not truly come out as he cackled maniacally and, with shockingly deft fingers, wrestled her out of her costume, though it was rather something of a one-sided fight, considering how her powers had been stripped from her. It was his to claim, his trophy, his trophy from the bitch that had wrecked it all for him, his beautiful machines and his wonderful master plan. His brow furrowed. And he would have her as his revenge for all that had gone wrong

Jane did not cry as she was relieved crudely of her costume, left in nothing more than her bra and panties, the boots somehow remaining as the costume had clipped onto those, allowing her greater flexibility. The scientist snorted and she turned her head away, hair clinging to her lips, loathing her own vulnerability. She would get her powers back, she knew that, there had to be a way. But how soon would that come when she was nothing more than merely at his mercy?

Her wrists were yanked unceremoniously up above her head, tied with old tights that had seen better days, ripe with the aroma of another's body, to the metal bars of the headboard, her ankles treated to the same, leaving her spread-eagled and helpless. There were no tears from Jane, however, not even as he carefully removed her boots, one after the other. The scientist sucked in a breath and slid his fingers between her toes, the sweaty arches of her feet, as she wriggled and tried to kick, though was bound too tightly for that to be an issue. More tights appeared, viciously stretching and lashing her feet down too, though he was more inclined to keep her thighs apart earlier, everything stripping of her humanity as well as of her power.

“I'm going to enjoy this, my dear. You probably won't but you'd do well to like it. I bet you only like women, don't you? That's why you're not out there having babies, like a good whore is right now, yes."

She turned away but he wrenched her face back, forcing her to look in his eyes.

“You're only good for one thing in life and that's not flying around ruining the plans of men! I would have had it all – if not for you!"

It was only then that she whimpered, her mask still in place, though her identity being revealed was, by far, the very least of Jane's worries. He kissed her deeply, forcing the worming wetness of his tongue into her mouth, although she could not kiss him back, heaving and retching, straining not to lose her stomach. His hands roamed her body as her belly heaved, though she could not escape either that or the fact that she had never felt a man's touch ever before – from her own choice of course.

Dr Fletcher, as it was, was right on the money, the woman that he had captured a lesbian and one that loathed his crawling fingers worming over her breasts, slipping under her bra and pinching her nipples. He forced kisses on the line of her jaw, her cheek, down to her neck, and Jane was forced to bear through it all, regardless of how her heart pounded, aching and pulsing in a way that felt as if it was about to drop into the pit of her stomach.

“Please..." She tried to say, unsure if the words even came out of her lips. “I'm... I don't want..."

“Oh, I don't care what you want. Did you care what I wanted? No? Well then – why should I spend another second worrying about that side for you, slut?"

Jane growled, screwing up her face, preparing to spit, but he slapped her too quickly, snapping her head sharply to the side as her head rang. The dizziness that swamped her was new as the man relished in the fact that she was reluctant, hating it all, his hands groping her tits, tormenting her. That she didn't want men was merely the cherry on top of the cake for him and he pushed his face between her tits, taking over from the restrictiveness of her bra and letting the soft rounds of flesh close in around him. Dr Fletcher's lips struggled not to pull into an evil grin as he shook his head from side to side, vibrating his lips as he “motor boated" her, the first sob of that interlude breaking Jane's lips.

“There... Isn't it better to let it all out?"

His fingers trailed down and Jane twitched away, jerking reflexively. Oh, that was interesting... Dr Fletcher eyed her up, trying it again, his fingers tracing the line of her oblique muscles as she involuntarily laughed and shuddered away.

“N-no... Please!"

Yet an act of mercy was not on the cards for him as he reared up with a smirk that betrayed his true intentions towards her, eyes glinting.

“I believe I have found your kryptonite, The Marvellous Siren! Or are you not so marvellous when you are this...ticklish?"

His fingers were relentless, flitting and darting all over her, her sides his first target as she squealed and tried to kick out. Her laughter was not derived from any true mirth but rather forced from her as tears streamed down her face, writhing and jerking and fighting her tight bondage every step of the way. Under her armpits was a good target too, her skin swiftly gleaming with sweat even in the pale gloom of the bunker, his brow furrowing as he deviously sought out more and more targets.

A feather quill... Or at least a pen designed to look like one. Oh, it was not the most traditional tickling implement but who could have told that he would have the best victim there that very night? Dr Fletcher could only work with what he had available to him as he used the sharper, narrower edge of the feather to work over her feet, the light brushes that were used for removing dust from his finer, more delicate equipment more useful too. Jane's lips moved but no words came out as she tried to wrench herself away, the tights only cutting in more and more, restraining her in such a crude way that it only served to add to her humiliation.

There could be no finer target, however, for him than her feet, which were the very reason that he removed her boots so carefully. They were a prize but her feet were still something to be devoured as his brushes pushed between her toes, driving her into broken peals of sobbing laughter again and again. As soon as he touched her foot with a fingertip, she jerked away, striving to escape, whimpers on her lips as he latched on and cackled as he tickled her without any sense of mercy or shame. Her feet jerked and shuddered in his touch, her sides rocking with laughter that could not be withheld, bondage restricting the freedom that would never be hers again in ticklish helplessness. Although she thrashed, she was laughing and crying too hard to even beg him for mercy, which suited Dr Fletcher just fine as he broke to allow her rest, sniffing and pressing his face into the soles of her feet.

“Mmm... If only a whore like you could be like this all the time."

She wasn't a whore, she tried to say, but it was impossible to get words out beyond a breathless whine as he kissed her feet, licking and nibbling. A short scream ripped itself from her throat even as she strove to swallow it down, to remain strong, though he had found her weakness and was intent only on opening it up further, nipping and suckling, sweeping his tongue along her sole. Yet even that was ticklish in itself as he ran and slithered his tongue between her toes, flicking it up over the bottoms of them while she was suitably restrained and unable to kick him.

“Stop it!" She gasped out, though that was hard enough when her sides rocked, laughter trying to force its way through, reeling in disgust. “Leave my feet alone! No... Stop it – don't do that! That's – ohhhh!"

But laughter took over, tearing through a moan while Dr Fletcher had his way with her, feet pinned together so that there was no threat of him being struck by a wayward kick. There was nothing quite like a woman's feet, even as she shuddered in revulsion, the softness of them enticing, begging his lips as he nipped salaciously at her heels.

Pulling all five of her toes into his mouth, he suckled wetly as she shrieked, laughter fading into disgust, horror twisting her face into something contorted and ugly. When he released them, there was only a smirk painting his lips.

“They're mine now. Nothing of yours will ever be yours again."

She sobbed, struggles weakening, just a little, though she was not yet broken. He had toys, however, so many toys, to bring her to a high of delight, though he did pause for the succulent sweetness of suckling the toes, all five, into his mouth on her other foot. Just to drive his point home, that was, as she squealed and twisted, sobs trying to break free from her throat, as much as she tried to lock them away. A Wartenberg pinwheel out of his collection, of course, was just right to finish her off, running the fine, prickling tester over her soles and up the arches, even across her toes, breaking down her failing defences.

Jane squealed and kicked and heaved and begged, incoherently, for mercy that was not to come. Her feet were sensitive, too sensitive, and the pinwheel only made it more so. She couldn't even tell when he swapped between the feather and the brushes, his lips the worst of all, wanting to yank herself away in pure revulsion even though there was nowhere for her to go. He was the worst of all, the man who had enslaved her, her body bare and weak and her underwear not hiding the damp sweat marking her panties at all, legs stretched wide and everything exposed as she howled out through broken, shuddering laughter.

Her abuse only came to a halt when she was weak and out of breath, on the edge of passing out. Then and only then did his fingers slid into her panties and her pussy, fingering her slowly, taking his time. Jane jerked and moaned as he pinched her clit, yet it was almost a relief from the tickling, as much as her stomach heaved. There was nothing in there to come out, however, not even as he worked his fingers deeper, pumping them back and forth in a way that could have been pleasurable – if he had been a woman and Jane had been at all consenting of what was happening.

“N-no..."

“You don't get to say no, not when you're a breeding whore."

Jane twisted her face up, though she couldn't hold back. Her body was no longer her own as he thrust and thrust, grazing her clit, forcing her closer and closer to a climax that didn't feel right at all. Nothing felt right, not with the hair on the backs of his fingers and hand brushing against her, too coarse, too masculine, everything wrong even as her body responded. The orgasm he took from her in a broken howl was stolen and fragmented, yet her body could not help but take what it thought was right in pulsating waves of confusing yet still tantalising pleasure.

The heat rushed to her cheek and neck in humiliating, hot patches, his fingers sliding from her, though Dr Fletcher's smirk should have given her more concern. Breathing heavily, she tried not to think too much about what was happening to her, her legs and ankles untied solely so that he could remove her panties, laying them carefully aside as if they had suddenly become a trophy.

“I didn't say you can do that!"

She'd closed her legs when her legs had been untied but Jane was forced to widen them again as Dr Fletcher shoved his face between them, his victim too weak after her tickling to do anything about it. Her body was no longer hers and she had to bear through it all, his tongue forcing its way into and along her wet folds, her body fighting back in the only way it knew how. Although she was sensitive, her body was also left primed for his touch, the brush of his stubble on the insides of her thighs and she pulled back from the raw relish in him, to be taking and abusing her in such a way.

Dr Fletcher devoured her hungrily, forcing her to orgasm as he lapped up her juices. Such a whore... Yes, she would be quite nice for breeding, someone who should have already spread her legs and taken a cock. But, yes, he would fix that, even as she cried, he would most certainly fix that.

“Do you surrender?"

The scientist pulled out his shaft, kneeling over her face and she did not look away. All she saw was the length of his prick, her life fading before her, chest tight. Opening her lips, she accepted him inside, slipping away from the situation at hand, a roll of his hips driving it into the back of her throat. She sucked and hacked and gagged, more moisture rolling down her cheeks, though the strained tears were from the force of him, not because she felt anything about the situation. On a downward spiral, seeing no hope other than to obey, Jane was lost to the present moment.

Dr Fletcher hissed through his teeth, his hard prick dominating her mouth, untying her hands. He could work around her, removing her bra, though it was a stretch to get the straps down her arms without, of course, removing his cock from her mouth. Such a sweet tongue, hot lips... He shuddered, letting out a low moan. They looked so good around his cock, closed around his thick girth...

But he would not allow himself to finish inside her: not like that. Pulling out, he dragged her to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs up against his front so that her feet were close to his face, his cock poised as if he was going to fuck her in the standing missionary position. His victim looked up at him, a trickle of pre-cum at the corner of her lips, the light and life fading from her eyes.

“Surrender," he growled. “Surrender and I will use you and only you, whore. No others will be targeted. Sure, you could regain your power and fight back, but I will go after all women, all of them, relentlessly. Is that really what you want? Or would you rather save them all?"

There was only one answer that she could give as she nodded, a rush of breath escaping her in a shuddering sigh that had nowhere to go. Her lips parted in a moan and he snapped his fingers, teasing her with the tip of his cock against her folds.

“Remove your mask. Reveal your name." His eyes glinted. “You are The Marvellous Siren no more."

Jane's throat closed up but she pushed through it, blonde hair splayed out across the bed, though it was no halo. Her fingers trembled, her mask slipping off, her retirement as a superhero laid out more clearly than any contract.

“Jane O'Brian. I... I surrender."

“Very good... And they say a bitch can't be trained. Now, would you like a son or a daughter, my sweet breeding bitch."

Jane trembled. How could she have fallen so far? It almost wasn't worth it... But she had to think of those that she was saving instead.

“A..." She screwed up her face, not even able to look at him. “A...daughter."

With that, his cock sealed the deal, sinking into her right where she lay, her feet pressed to his face. Her moans of horror and disgust rolled forth but Dr Fletcher did not care for that as he powered into her, ecstasy coursing through, already wanting to come. The elegance of dominating in such a way was so simply intoxicating that he could not help himself, glutes tensing as he used every muscle in his body to slam into her, harder and faster, not caring for her comfort.

Jane, however, broke to giggling, his lips finding her toes, nipping and licking, suckling where they could. He was as relentless as ever as he devoured her, swallowing up every last bit of her being, though she didn't want to be making a single sound for him. No, she didn't want to moan at all, to cry out for him, to let him think that in any world she wanted to be his womb to breed.

He slammed into her, not caring whether she was ready for him or not, only wanting his pleasure, his pleasure above all else. He pressed her feet to his face, running his tongue over the soles, though it was hard for Dr Fletcher to take everything that he wanted all at once with so much going on. He had thrust, had no choice in the matter, caught up in the moment as he moaned deep in the back of his throat. It was all that he had to do, all that he craved, grunting and rolling his hips, so caught up in the moment that there was nothing more for him even then.

Closer and closer... His orgasm loomed even as Jane cried out through another climax, what had to be her third. It felt wrong, so very wrong, her face screwed up in disgust even as she tried, reflexively, to yank her feet away from him. A cock in her that was not faux silicone or similar... Well, it wasn't what she wanted, set her stomach rolling, retching, wanting to heave when she had sealed her fate already. She had to do it, had to do it to save everyone else, even if the feel of his cock inside her revolted her, made her want to squirm away, to kick and to fight.

And yet, Dr Fletcher was still able to make her orgasm, her body reacted, his lips on her toes, suckling and tickling, so very ticklish. He held her in a vice-like grip, fingers digging into the flesh of her legs, and she cried out all over again, giggling and laughing, though there was no true mirth in her voice. There wouldn't be anything like that at all as he ground in harder and faster, no, not while she was under his control.

The scientist could not hold back his orgasm for a moment longer as he groaned long and low, relishing in the moment and letting it come to him, his body aching, pushing and driving him into her as his cock spurted. He felt himself more manly than ever, having conquered the previous Marvellous Siren, filling her with his spunk while her body was forced to accept it. There was no way that she would not fall pregnant after such a breeding session, his chest puffed up and pushed out, a smirk on his lips that belonged there.

“Now you know your true role in life... How does it feel to have fallen so low, wench?"

She didn't say anything as he pulled out of her, leaving her sprawled and whimpering, shaking in the aftermath, though it was nothing of an afterglow, eyes closed against the disgust of it all. Dimly, she was aware of him taking her clothing to dress up a mannequin, mask and all, though it took her a while to work her throat into a semblance of speech once more.

“What..." She tried again, licking her lips to moisten them. “What are you doing?"

Dr Fletcher smiled.

“It was always meant for you, unmasked Jane. You only had to come to me. Come here."

She rose shakily, unsure of what else to do other than to obey, standing naked before him and the mannequin with a mixture of their sexual fluids marking and drooling down her inner thighs. There would still be plenty left inside her, of course, to ensure her pregnancy.

He tipped the head towards her, the mannequin blank and faceless.

“Kiss it."

She shook her head.

“Kiss your persona, your past life, goodbye."

Swallowing hard, she did as he asked, the lips soft against hers, more like the women she had loved than his ever would be to her. But she had not a moment to enjoy that as he wrenched her around, planting a deep, wet kiss on her lips, bringing her into her new life as a sex slave. No more would she use her powers or even be an investigative reporter, but she would forever be pregnant, made to bear more and more children after giving birth to the previous one. From that fate, there would never be any escape, trapped and broken, sobbing into the kiss as the last vestiges of resistance fell from her.

Later, while pregnant, she would stand at their wedding and wonder how all came to be, hand resting lightly on the rise of her belly while she smiled for the friends and family of her new life. No one knew who she was, not really. They only knew her as his.

And, ultimately, that was all Jane had to be.