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Falling For Ms. Lusole

For ArsNovaGod

By Draconicon

Night-time patrols were the norm for Nova. Ever since taking on the role of a superhero - more of a vigilante, really, but close enough for him - he'd learned to be content with no more than six hours of sleep every night, and usually a little less than that. The sight of his black and red costume had brought some measure of peace to the city, and that was a reward in and of itself for him.

That said, even he groaned as he heard the reports over the police scanner he kept in his car. He leaned in, hoping that he'd heard the first buzz from across the city wrong.

"Repeat, the lab at Bleak Point appears to have been compromised. Reports of a blast in the central laboratories has yet to be confirmed, but residents down the mountain are calling in that something has happened. Requesting any available cars to make their way to Bleak Point labs now."

"Just my luck," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his forehead. "Well...looks like I know what I'm doing tonight."

He cut the scanner, shaking his head as he started the car up again. The engine revved to life as he backed out of the parallel parking spot in downtown and turned onto the road, using his free hand to adjust the rest of his costume on the passenger seat.

Nobody else is going to be close to the lab, and it's not like anyone's going to rush for it without some sort of crime actually in progress. Looks like I'm going to have to pick up the pieces again.

Much as he sounded annoyed in his own head, he wasn't that bothered. He doubted that there was anything of real import going on up there. The lab had been closed down for years, well before his time as a hero, and there probably wasn't anything seriously dangerous in the labs any longer. The only real danger was a fire that might spread from the central rooms outwards, maybe spreading to the forest that surrounded the lab itself, and even that would take time from what he remembered.

He turned, taking the roads out to the highway. It wouldn't take long to get to Bleak Point, now.

Nova leaned back in the driver's seat, looking in the mirror back at the city. It glimmered in the night, and he smiled despite himself. It was a beautiful sight, and one that was worth protecting; he wouldn't have become a hero if he thought otherwise.

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He pulled the car to a halt at the ruined fence around Bleak Point Laboratories, shaking his head as he looked at the large structure. The central dome had been blown to smithereens, and the shreds of the formerly massive metal half-sphere were all over the place. Long shreds of metal had gouged out the ground around the lab building, and there were multiple scars along the sides of the building, too.

"Looks like explosion wasn't the right word for what happened here," he muttered, shutting the car door. "That's almost like a lightning strike or something."

Which might mean that there were others around that had different plans. Just like he was a hero, there were villains out there, too, villains that were more than ready to make ordinary peoples' lives a living hell. Nova shook his head, shifting his footing to grind his boots on properly as he pulled his gloves on tight. If nothing else, the black and red colors would be notice to anyone inside that someone of some authority had arrived, and it would hopefully keep a conflict to a minimum.

He walked through the ruined fence, soon reaching the front door. The power had clearly been cut; the door opened without any need for a security code. As soon as Nova stepped inside, however, he knew something was wrong.

Well, physics have clearly taken a vacation, he thought as a coffee cup floated by his face. Maybe they had an experiment going that they hadn't shut off just yet...

That was probably wishful thinking. Shaking his head, he walked around the floating coffee mug, a collection of pencils, and three computers that had formerly graced the front desks of the room. Other pieces of furniture, the ones that weren't bolted down, were starting to shift from their places, rising an inch or two off the ground before drifting back to the cheap shag carpeting once more.

A lesser hero would have called out, given warning. Nova was more experienced than that; he wasn't going to reveal his position to something that might be affecting the laws of gravity. Instead, he kept his footsteps as quiet as possible and began his exploration of the facility.

Nova was surprised that the lab was still in as good a state as it was. Despite the whole place being sealed down, it had been shut off for a long time, its funding cut by the government way back when. He'd thought that dust and debris would have slowly taken over the whole place, filling it with unbreathable must. Instead, he found himself oddly transfixed by the cleanliness and the other impossible twists of physics.

Glancing through open doors as he walked down the central hallway, he saw many labs that were dedicated to different experiments. Most of them had some sort of ray emitter as the main focus of the room, but they all seemed to host different functions. No labels existed to help him figure out just what they were supposed to be used for, which was probably for the best. Too long staring at those and he'd never get to the central rooms where the explosion had gone off.

He kept expecting to get a breath of smoke or a hint of fire, some sign of damage from the explosion, but so far, nothing. Each room was untouched, and while he was more than a little weirded out from the surprise lack of gravity for anything non-living that he stumbled across, he had yet to see the source of the disruption.

Or why it hadn't affected him yet. That was certainly a concern.

He reached the end of the hallway after three turns, facing a massive steel door that was cracked open by barely more than a hair. Nova leaned forward, his head against the door, and for the first time, heard someone moving around. The sound wasn't too loud, but it was oddly...wet? Almost like soft slaps hitting the floor one after another, with just a hint of the sound of a hand smacking the surface of a pool.

It didn't take long to find a tool to get the door open. A floating piece of metal debris was just thin enough to slide into the gap, and once he got it into place, he wrenched the door open like he was using a crowbar. It slid along ungreased grooves, creaking as he forced it out of the way. As soon as there was a big enough gap to see through, he poked his head out.

The main lab was huge, though he imagined that it was never intended to be open to the sky the way that it was now. The shattered dome that had dominated the ceiling was broken, the shards of the metal half-sphere littering the room as much as it had damaged the outside of the building. In the center of the room, a perfectly smooth crater-like pool waited, surrounded by four sparking arms that somehow still had power. And in the center of that crater, pacing about, was the source of the noise.

It was a crocodile, one that walked on two legs rather than four, and she carried herself with grace, power, and strength. The sheer size of her, nine feet in height and thick-shouldered with a power that belied the curves that stood out against her long, flowing robe, made him stare without shame, and the way that she walked made him think of some ancient monarch, someone that had been used to strutting about a room and claiming every inch of it for her own.

It was an intense thing to stare at, and something that he could hardly believe that he was seeing. It seemed impossible, but then again, so was everything else that he had seen in the lab thus far.

I should call this in, was his first thought.

I need more information, was the second.

She just saw me, was the third.

"Well, well, well," the crocodile woman said, her voice a low, sultry thing that sounded more amused than anything else. "And here I thought that this world might have been a dead thing. Abandoned by its people, struck down by time. Come here; let me see what this world has produced with its time alone."

Just as her body language had spoken of an old monarch, she talked like one, too, and it sent a shiver down his spine to think that she had so much arrogance to look at him and completely dismiss him like that. Nova had been there for the city for a long time, taught a number of criminals that it wasn't a good idea to underestimate the five-foot-six vigilante and how effective he was at taking down enemies to the city. This scaly woman was already showing more arrogance than even the worst of the mob bosses back in the city, though.

"I said come, human. Let me look at you. Let me see what your world has wrought."

Well, he had thought that he needed more information before calling this one in. He slowly stepped out from around the corner, pushing the door open the rest of the way and leaving the crowbar in the gap. No point in making it easy for her to close it, if it was her power that was leaving physics crying in the rest of the lab. He maneuvered around the fallen desks and the shattered computers towards her little sphere of influence, taking his time to get closer.

"What is your name, human?" she asked.

"...I'm called Nova," he said. "And who are you? What can I call you?"

"Mmm, you may call me Ms. Lusole."

He had never heard of that name, not in mythology or in any police report, but that didn't mean much. There was every possibility that she might be using an alias or some other means of hiding who she really was.

But considering what was going on around them...

Nova glanced around the room again, making it look like he was taking in the ceiling destruction and all the other damages to the room, but always keeping one eye on the crocodile woman in the little crater in the middle of the room. There were other signs of something going off, from the spark marks along the four arms that surrounded her to the black mark in the exact middle of the crater. It looked almost like a lightning strike, and perhaps it was; perhaps that was what had started everything up again.

He was trying to figure out how to approach this. The woman in the crater was clearly well-past his paygrade of what he could handle. She stood more than three feet taller than him, and she had the muscles and the body-strength to crush him if she decided to. He doubted that his own skills were going to be enough to handle her, even if he had been given greater powers than he had.

What do you do with something like this? he wondered. What do you do when you find someone this...inhuman?

"You seem surprised, Nova," Ms. Lusole said, cocking her head to the side. "Do you have nothing like me in this world of yours?"

"No, ma'am," he said with as much politeness as he could muster. "There's not been anything...quite like you."

"Nothing at all? I'm surprised. But then again, your world is...weak, compared to my own."

"I'm sorry, could you...could you explain?"

"Oh? You have the means for me to enter this world, but no understanding of others?"

Other worlds? Nova blinked, and the crocodile chuckled.

"Ah, I see. Well, that answers my question, I suppose. You really are quite undeveloped compared to so many others, you know. Even those that lack the ability to travel between the worlds usually have some awareness that they exist. Or was that something that your people tried to bury in the past?"

"We...this lab has been shut down. Shut down for years."

"Hmm, hmm. A pity; they might have learned more before I came to take my pleasures from you."

"Pleasures?"

"Yes, indeed. One moment, though; this is...constricting."

Ms. Lusole lifted one hand. The black claws at the end of her fingers glowed a deep purple, and for a split-second, the four arms around her sparked with more electricity. A glowing yellow orb formed, almost as if it was trying to contain her -

Ms. Lusole snapped her fingers, and the orb shattered. The power in the entire building went out for a second, then another, before it hummed back to life. Nova gasped as she stepped out of the crater, the massive reptile woman shaking her head as her soles slapped against the metal floor.

"That's better," she said, sighing. "Goodness, but that was constricting. Being forced to stay in one small place was truly limiting."

"How...how did you..."

"Oh, dear, dear, dear. Do you have so little? I was sure that it was merely the emptiness of this building I had sensed, but do none of you have reality manipulation? Energy transmutation? Anything?"

"..."

"My, my, my. Truly a small, undeveloped world that I've found here."

If it weren't for the tone in her voice shifting, dropping from gentle sympathy to something more...sinister, more engaged, more grasping, he would have found her fascinating. This time, however, her words triggered all of his hero instincts, and he bit the inside of his lip as he realized just how far she was going to go to get what she wanted. She didn't just want to see the world; she had some power, and she planned to use it like any other supervillain that he had come across.

He had to do something. He had to -

The crocodile fixed him with her stare, and he froze, staring up at her as the air solidified around him. She chuckled.

"My, my. And even someone like you, someone that should be 'monitoring' things, is hardly possessed of any real power, are you?"

"...What...what are you?" he asked.

"Complicated, I suppose. Complicated, and far more powerful than anything that you've seen in your world. I guess that you might call me...godly." She chuckled. "Close enough compared to anything that you've seen, anything that you've dealt with. And certainly close enough to what I will demand from you."

She curled a finger, and his back bent, forcing him further and further forward into a bow of obeisance before the larger woman. When he was bent almost in half, she chuckled again.

"Now, that is a much better position for someone like you. You have been staring for some time, little human. Now, why don't you take an honest look at me...let the feelings deep inside come forth...let me see how you stare at me...without judgment...without restraint."

"What...what are you -"

"Look at me."

There was a power in her voice, and he gasped as she released him from whatever grip she'd had. He fell backwards, landing flat on his ass as he looked up at her, and...and...

And his eyes wandered. Something had happened, something that set his mind reeling away from conscious thought, care, inhibitions. Whatever he normally would have thought or said was banished from his mind, and all he did was stare.

He looked up at her breasts, barely contained within her robe, her curvaceous nature fully on display. His eyes wandered down, unseized despite their fascination, settling on her hips. Further down, further down, always enjoying but never quite held, until -

Until he looked down at the bottom of her robe where the hem was slit, the edges pulled up, and where her feet were on display.

His eyes were seized by her massive soles, each one more than large enough to cover his entire face. They were big and long, with enough squish to them that they flattened slightly as she rested her weight on them just from standing. His eyes were drawn to the slight moist spots that were left behind in her steps, and he realized just how wet they probably were, how intensely damp they might be against someone, or something.

"Ahhhhh, you're one of them," Ms. Lusole said, chuckling as she shifted her stance to stand flush on one foot, on the tiptoes of the other. "You are one of those that enjoys being under-sole."

"I - I am not! I'm just...surprised."

"Surprised, yes, but not from me being barefoot."

"You -"

"Take a closer look, human."

She loomed over him, bringing one of those massive feet off the ground. The sheer size of it left a shadow over him as it loomed over his body, the underside a soft yellow to contrast to the deep green of the top and sides. She wiggled her toes, the slightly chubby - yet dainty - digits flicking up and down before she brought her foot down on his face.

"Mmmph!"

He took one breath, and his cock started twitching inside his spandex costume. The feeling was so intense, and the smell so strong, that his thoughts reeled away. Any thought of protest died on the vine, and he was left gasping beneath her foot. Her heel rested below his chin, and her toes curled past his hairline. Well, well past his hairline.

"There it is. That little bulge of yours isn't particularly suitable for one such as me, but we both know that you'd never be one to try and mate with someone of my size. No, no, your buried urges are something quite different."

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"Lie there, human, and learn your place."

His strength was fading; his limbs refused to move, refused to push him back. He could have crawled, once, but this time...this time, his body didn't want to listen.

It wanted to lie there, lie there and submit to the power of those soles, to the scent that poured off them of salt and warmth and a musky, rasping sort of scent. He didn't know how to process it, but his body wanted more.

No, it needed more.

He huffed and groaned, trying and failing to focus through the pleasure that was building between his legs. The need that each breath forced down his nose made his cock harder and harder, standing out more and more firmly against the front of his costume. Every breath was like a lightning bolt down his spine, running from brain to balls and back, surging with need and arousal.

"Nnngh...ah...ah..."

His body didn't want to respond. Even when he tried to lift his arms, the most that he managed were spasms through his limbs. They didn't respond, didn't do what he told them to do. All they did was lie there, useless on the ground, as he kept huffing the scent from the ball of her foot, along her arch, and between her toes.

"Lick," Ms. Lusole commanded.

"Mmmph...Nnngh..."

"Come now, human. Are you expecting me to believe that you don't want to lick my foot? To worship beneath it? I can see what you're feeling. I saw where you stared. You love my feet...my big...sweaty...smooth feet..."

Every word was like a bell ringing the time, unrelenting and unquestionable, bonging away with new truth in his skull. He groaned, his cock twitching further upward until it was too hard to hide, too impossibly firm to keep from being seen through his costume. It didn't get easier as she brought her tail down, using the ridged fifth limb to nudge his legs further apart, forcing him to lift his hips to show off just how much she'd done to him.

"Hmmm...perhaps six inches, yes?" She chuckled. "Well, that will be simple enough to tease. A little thing like you will learn his place soon enough."

"Nnngh...get your...your foot off..."

"No. Open your mouth, and worship."

There it was again, that note of command and power. The pressure that just her words exerted over him was beyond understanding; it was as if she really was some sort of god, or at least, a demi-god. He fought the urge to stick his tongue out, but it was a losing battle. Every time that he took a breath he was reminded of the sheer stiffness between his thighs, the rising hunger that he felt to just give in and be her plaything. It was always there, always rising, and...and...

"Mmmph...mmm..."

He stuck out his tongue without thinking, dragging it along the bottom of her foot. She chuckled as she loomed over him, and he lost himself in the darkness beneath her foot. One lick, another, a third, each one giving him the taste of her scales. A little saltiness at first before the licking cleaned the scales, then something different, slightly bitter but earthy as well. Each lick reminded him of the difference between her and him, of the difference between scale and skin. Somehow, she was smoother, even with the slight gaps between her scales, and her soles were...were godly, in their own way, better than he...he could have...

He was falling, falling further and further into impossible fantasy, and he couldn't stop himself. He groaned, trying to shake his head, but the pressure of her foot kept him pinned. He tried to pull his hands up from his side, but they were likewise limp. The only thing that throbbed with life was his dick, and it was a traitorous piece of him, growing ever more insistent with its need to get more.

More touch.

More feet.

More scent.

With the last of his strength, Nova bit at the base of her toe. His teeth did nothing to her scales, but she stopped pushing down for a split-second. Not for long, not for much, but it was enough for him to get a faint breath of fresh air.

Nova rolled to the side, gasping for breath as his arms and legs started to listen to him again. He got one under him, hopping and limping away from the crocodile woman. Ms. Lusole shook her head.

"Oh, you're of the opinion that you can get away from me. That's adorable in a way, I suppose, but you must know that it's useless. There's no escaping where you belong, little human. You will learn your place, and then, you will forget where you started."

Gotta get out, he thought. Gotta get out, find someone, anyone before she takes us by storm. Just...gotta...get...out...

But even as he stumbled along, his cock continued to throb and bounce in his suit, reminding him how good it had felt to submit to her, how much better it would feel to just stop what he was doing and fall to the floor again. Beg her for mercy, and she might just give him the satisfaction that he had been fantasizing about. He might get the very thing that he wanted.

I don't want that. I'm a hero, not...not a minion...

But the more that he tried to deny it, the more that his cock throbbed at the thought of being under Ms. Lusole's feet. The idea of those massive things pressing down on him kept him throbbing hard, and the remnants of her scent on his cheeks made him all the more aroused. He didn't even know if it was something that she had done to him or if it was a long-buried fetish of his own. All he knew was that he had lost all control of himself, and if he didn't run away now, he'd never get it back. He had to get away, and fast.

The meaty sound of her footsteps followed him through the lab as he ran from desk to desk, trying to keep them between him and her. His breath caught in his throat time and time again as he tried to hide, only for his cover to float away as she followed him, relentless and powerful. There was no escaping the great crocodile.

Around one desk.

Under an outstretched mechanical arm.

Here.

There.

Everywhere.

It didn't matter where he ran; she was right behind him every time, and he yelped as he looked over his shoulder to see her only a few feet away. Her robe had spread out, the purple fabric becoming almost like a cotton aura around her, making her all the more intimidating as she advanced on him. Her smile was as toothy as only a crocodile's could be, showing all those fangs at once as she advanced on him.

"You are mine, little human."

"I...I have a name," he said, stumbling backwards, almost at the door. "I have a name!"

"What is it, then?"

"I...I..."

"What is your name, human. Say it, and I will use it."

He would have...except that he could barely remember it. He didn't even know if it was the name that he had always had, if it was his super name, or if he had made that up. The smell of her soles in the air was making it all but impossible for him to think, and he groaned as his head spun around and around. He stumbled, and then she was upon him.

"I think that it's time for you to learn your place. Human, understand this. Your body is mine. Your pleasure is mine. And soon, your mind will be mine. I have come here, not for rulership, but for pleasure. To do what I wish, as I wish, to anyone that I find. You humans with your petty way of telling each other what to do, may continue as you like. But here? I will do what I want, however I like...and none of you will stop me."

He looked down as she raised her foot again, but this time, she brought it down over his groin. He gasped as she all but crushed his cock beneath the curve of her arch and the ball of her foot, smothering his cock against it and leaving it squished against scales both smoother and somehow more giving than flesh.

"You belong to me," Ms. Lusole said. "And for trying to get away, I will show you just how much your body has already surrendered."

Her toe-claws shimmered, then cut through his costume. His cock flopped out, the throbbing six inches of his shaft looking positively tiny compared to her massive feet. He just stared, unable to crawl away as she brought her foot down firmly on his shaft.

"Nnngh...ah...ah..."

She ground her foot forward, back, forward, back, spreading her toes to allow the tip of his cock to pass between them. He'd never thought himself tiny, but it was impossible to look at her and think of anything less as his cock passed between her chubby toes, from under her massive, long, meaty sole. Each stroke was already working him up, grinding him down, his mental resistance all but worn away already as she worked him to the edge of his stamina. Forward, back, forward, back, each stroke burning out a little more of his ability to see himself as a hero.

"Feels good, doesn't it? This is what foot boys like you should understand; there is always a place for a good boy under my feet...but you will never have that place if you don't behave. Let this remind you...there is pleasure for good boys..."

She sped up, and he hissed, clutching at the ground. His back tried to arch off the ground as her foot almost felt warmer, heated against his shaft as she milked him more forcefully with her sole.

"And pain for the bad boys. Now...which do you want to be, little human? Which do you want to be for me?"

Unable to answer, he vacillated between panting and hissing as she teased him and tormented him by turns. Her gentle strokes were beyond anything that he had ever felt, feeling her soft toes stroking the tip of his cock and the softness of her smooth sole teasing the underside of his cock. The hard ones felt like she was trying to drag his seed out of his balls with a steamroller, grinding it out of his cock with a pressure and a presence that nonetheless forced his balls to respond, leaving him oozing pre-cum over her digits and along the underside of her foot with abandon.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

He forgot what he was supposed to be doing. He forgot about the world around him. He forgot about everything but that big, slippery foot rubbing up and down his cock. Everything else faded from his consciousness, replaced with the pleasure and pain that were rapidly becoming one and the same beneath that sole. Her toes teased him, the claws rubbing right over his crotch and leaving the tiniest of marks along his flesh, and her sole was utterly saturated with all his pre-cum as he just kept oozing.

He whimpered, but she didn't let up. Her words rained down, reminding him that to get what he wanted, he needed to be good. Controlled. Under her.

Underfoot.

Under-sole.

His soul under her sole.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Are you going to be a good boy, human? Are you going to do what I tell you to do?"

"Nnngh...y-yes..."

"Then you may cum."

She pushed him harder, then, her foot sliding against his shaft, no longer gentle but furious. Her power left her floating in mid-air, and her other foot came forward, wrapping around the other side of his cock. He all but screamed as she gave him a footjob, the pleasure greater than he expected, the head of his cock getting nudged and fucked into the space between her feet again and again.

"Ah...ah...ah!"

He screamed, but the sound just echoed back at him, surrounded by the wet plap-plap sound of her feet working up and down his cock. They were all but stomping against his crotch, forcing his cock between her feet again and again.

His mind's eye was seared with the image of her feet stroking him. They were so big that he didn't even see his cock pushing between them; all he saw was the nearly-holy symbol of her soles sliding along his cock, caressing it, teasing it, taking it, owning it. His cock had been claimed by her feet, and there was nothing that he could do except...except...

His balls pulled up and he came. He came hard, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as his shaft spasmed between her soles, shot after shot of cum shooting up. He caught sight of a faint hint of white bubbling up from between the yellow undersides of her feet, only to be ground into her soles as her feet kept stroking.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"I didn't say that I would stop. Your punishment begins now. You will remember what it means to be a good boy...because a bad boy will be treated like this."

Her feet were relentless, stroking up, down, up, down, never stopping and never easing as she worked her soles up and down his cock. His orgasm was forced to continue, getting stronger and more potent the longer that she stroked, and he wanted to scream to the heavens as his balls felt like they were getting drained of everything that they had, and then some.

Eventually, it tapered off, but she didn't. The stroking continued, and his hyper-sensitive cock continued to throb between her feet, and he kept whimpering. He was caught, though, and he had given in. He knew it, she knew it, and soon, the rest of the world would probably know it, too. The hero had been taken; the 'villain' had won.

"That's it," Ms. Lusole said between strokes. "Now, let it fade from your mind. Forget about all that embarrassment. Just let everything out, and then we can see about putting you to proper use..."

He didn't even know what that would be. All he knew was that he had been claimed, his cock taken, and his body snagged by her feet. He doubted he would ever be free again, and yet, something in him rather liked that.

The End

Summary: A human superhero is caught by an interdimensional massive crocodile woman, and put to work serving her.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Foot Fetish, Musk, Mild Sweat, Corruption, Superhero, Power Difference, Size Difference, Tall Woman, Big Feet, Footjob, Milking, Sensitivity, Orgasm, Cum, Teasing, Breaking, Mind Break,