“Henchman, bring that crystal here!” Professor Pain shouted at her hapless assistant.

“Yes, mistress,” he said unenthusiastically. He picked up the crystal and gave it to his mistress. He had long given up on trying to get her to call him by his name.

“Wonderful!” Professor Pain shouted, dramatically placing the crystal into a ray gun. “Do you understand what this is?”

“No, mistress.” It was a lie of course. She had been building this for months, and had bragged about its unique brilliance several times in that time.

“This,” Professor Pain replied, “is the device that is going to make me the master of the world. Soon everyone on the planet is going to bow to me. I will be the supreme ruler of all, bending the minds of the world to my will. With this device I will eliminate all superheroes in my path. The other supervillains will recognize my natural superiority. And do you know why?”

The nameless henchman tried not to yawn. Professor Pain was a good boss as supervillainesses went, but she was deeply committed to telling anyone who would listen about her brilliance. And when there wasn’t a superhero in earshot, it inevitably meant that her henchman suffered.

“Why, mistress?” the henchman said.

“Because I am the smartest human who has ever lived!” Professor Pain declared. “The heroes don’t even know that I am not in that little cell they put me in. They have completely fallen for that little decoy of mine, and so I am free to take over the world completely unbeknownst to them!”

There was a loud crash, and the air was suddenly filled with dust.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that!”

As the dust cleared, a woman in a heroic blue leotard and cape came into view.

“Suprema!” Professor Pain cackled. “Just in time for the first demonstration of my little device.”

Professor Pain pointed the ray gun at Suprema and was about to pull the trigger, when in the blink of an eye Suprema had swatted it out of her hands.

“Not so powerful without your toys, are you Professor Pain?” Suprema said standing heroically over her.

The device had landed on the floor and slid several feet out of the way. Right at the henchman’s feet. He had never been very quick to action before, but in this moment, just out of sight from his mistress or her nemesis, he realized he could be a huge help to her.

The henchman picked up the ray gun and tried to aim it at Suprema. He was beginning to regret not taking the marksmanship training that Professor Pain had offered to get for him. He got Suprema in his sights, and pulled the trigger.

Hitting Professor Pain square in the chest.

Fuck.

“Sorry, mistress!” he quickly re-aimed and pulled the trigger again.

Suprema had been too distracted by his initial miss, and he got her straight in the head.

Professor Pain and Suprema had both stopped moving, and had blank looks on their faces.

“Are you alright, Professor Pain?” the henchman asked timidly.

“Yes,” the supervillainess said robotically.

Wait a second. He had hit Professor Pain with the device. He had hit Suprema with the device. That meant…

“Are you two under my control?” the henchman asked.

“Yes, master,” the two women said in unison.

The henchman’s pulse quickened. This was… incredible! As an ordinary human, as a mere mortal, he knew the best he could hope for was living in the shadow of one of the gods in his society. But somehow, in a strange bit of luck, he was now the one in control. Did he dare dream?

“Alright, Professor Pain, tell me how this works?” the henchman said. He already knew, but it was so nice to be the one giving the orders for now.

His former mistress spoke in a robotic voice. “Anyone shot with the device will remain in a suggestive state for an hour. Until the hour is up, or you tell them to wake up, they will listen to everything you tell them. Everything you say will become their absolute truth.”

“Wonderful,” the henchman said. “First order of business - both of you will now call me by my name: Paul.”

“Yes, master Paul,” they again said in unison.

Paul was giddy. Neither Professor Pain or Suprema had ever bothered to commit his name to memory. Now, they had no choice.

“Okay, second order of business. Suprema, who else knows you’re here?” Paul said. He would get to Professor Pain, but first he needed to neutralize any threat that Suprema posed.

“No one,” she replied. “I followed the trail of clues Professor Pain accidentally left in her cell, and came straight here.”

“And does anyone have any way to track you?”

“No,” she replied.

Paul breathed a sigh of relief. If any other superheroes had been coming for him, then his newfound position was sure to be short-lived. However, he did need to eliminate those accidental clues - whatever they were.

“Suprema, do you have any other names or identities you go by?” Paul asked.

“I am a freshman college student, Veronica Vance,” she said.

“And does anyone else know that Suprema is really Veronica Vance?”

“No one,” she said.

Perfect.

“Alright,” Paul said. “What is the source of your power?”

Suprema raised her hand, “This ring fell from the sky, and at my feet.”

“Does anyone who wears that ring gain your powers?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, give me the ring.”

Suprema moved slowly, as if she might be trying to resist. Her hand moved to the ring and paused. However, after a few seconds, she removed the ring and handed it to him.

Paul looked at the thing. Was this really it? Was this what made Suprema the most powerful hero on Earth? It was hard to believe, but there was only one way to find out.

Paul put on the ring, and felt power surging through him.

It was… indescribable. He was strong and fast, able to fly, and do so, so much more than that.

“Veronica,” Paul said. “I want you to forget all about being Suprema.”

A pause. “Y-yes, master Paul.”

“Now, Veronica. Have you ever been a superhero?”

“No, master Paul.”

“Good,” Paul said. “Would you describe yourself as a good person?”

“I try to be,” Veronica said robotically. “I volunteer at the soup kitchen every week, donate 10% of my income to charity, am studying to be a social worker, and try to do at least one good deed a day.”

“Yuck!” Paul said. “You’re so saintly, even without powers. You know what, you need a bit of a makeover. Veronica, do you think you’re better than everyone else?”

“I know I have been blessed with intelligence, beauty and a rich family,” she said. “But I don’t think I am better than anyone else. Every human life is valuable, and every person has something they can contribute to the world.”

“Forget about that crap!” Paul said. “You don’t think every person is equally valuable, or whatever you just said. You’re the most important person in the world. Your good looks, your intelligence, your rich family - those are what make you better than everyone else. You’re a bitch, and you don’t care who knows it.”

“I’m… a bitch.” she said.

“That’s right! And stop helping people. You don’t care about other people. All you care about is buying cute clothes, fucking cute guys and getting validation from other people on social media apps.”

“Need… validation.”

“That’s the spirit! Veronica, are you a virgin?” Paul asked.

“Yes,” Veronica said.

Paul could hardly believe that. Veronica had an amazing body. Suprema had always been the most well-endowed super-heroine - she frequently made the top of Sexiest Heroes lists. And yet somehow, she was a complete virgin.

“How about a boyfriend? Ever had one?”

“No,” she said.

“Girlfriend? Any romantic relationship whatsoever?”

“No,” she said. “I haven’t had time because-” she paused and her face screwed up in confusion. “I haven’t because I didn’t have time… for some reason.”

Ah, there it was. Superheroing must have been her life outside of school. She had certainly spent quite a bit of time doing it over the last few years. But Paul was prepared to give her new things to fill her time with.

“None of that is true anymore, Veronica. You’re not a virgin. You’re a slut, and you love it. You love fucking and sucking, and using your body for maximum pleasure for yourself and any partners you may have. In fact, when you get home, you’re going to create an OnlyFans account, and your top priority in life is going to be making as much money and gaining as many fans as possible on OnlyFans. You will be shameless.”

“Shameless...” Veronica mumbled. “Make OnlyFans.”

“I think you’re ready, Veronica. Wake up.”

Veronica blinked.

“Where the fuck am I?” she said, looking around sourly. “And what am I dressed in?”

“Hello, Veronica,” Paul said. “You’re in my evil lair, I brought you here so we could fuck. Is that alright?”

“Why didn’t you say so!” she said, rolling her eyes. “I get the Suprema costume now - is she secretly your fetish or something?”

“You have to admit, most guys would love to fuck Suprema,” Paul said.

Veronica rubbed her hands up and down her body. “I do feel really sexy in this costume. Look at me! I bet Suprema wishes she has curves like these,” she cupped her breasts. “Who’s the chick? Is she going to be a part of this?”

Veronica was looking at Professor Pain.

Paul smiled. What a good idea! His erect cock throbbed at the idea of fucking his former mistress and her archnemesis together.

“Professor Pain, you’re no longer a genius supervillainess. You’re a bimbo. You’re my ditzy henchwoman who gets turned on by following my every order.”

“No, I-. Smart. I’m smart,” she said, strain apparent in her voice.

Hm… it seemed like Professor Pain had stronger willpower than Suprema did.

“No, you’re not smart. You’re dumb. You’re my dumb, sexy assistant.”

A battle looked like it was playing across her face. Finally, she said. “Not smart. I’m not smart. I’m dumb. I’m your assistant.”

“Good, now wake up!” Paul said.

Professor Pain blinked and looked around.

“Like, hello! You look just like Suprema,” she said perkily. “I wish my boobies were as big as yours,” she said looking down at her more modest pair.

“Henchwoman!” Paul said. “Join me as I make love to Veronica here.”

“Of course, master Paul!” the henchwoman said.

He went up and kissed Veronica on the lips, an action which she returned greedily. Soon Paul was helping Veronica out of her costume and gazing at her amazing tits. Fuck, she was incredible.

As he massaged Veronica’s tits, causing her to moan in ecstasy, the henchwoman pulled down Paul’s pants and kneeled to give him an incredible blowjob. She was a pro at this. (Paul would have to ask her where she had picked up these skills next time he hit her with the ray!)

Paul started eating out Veronica as the henchwoman sucked him off. With his new supersenses he could feel the subtle movements of Veronica’s muscles, watch the electricity pulse up and down her nerves bringing the signals of pleasure to her brain. He knew exactly what Veronica’s clit needed, and he was fucking her better than humanly possible.

Veronica’s mind shattered. Paul got her orgasming, and he kept the pleasure flowing through her body with orgasm after orgasm for what felt like an impossible eternity. If Paul’s commands to her didn’t already have her convinced that she was a slut who loved sex, Paul’s skillful ministrations would have been enough in that moment.

Soon, the henchwoman’s licking and sucking reached their own crescendo, and Paul could feel the pressure building until he filled her mouth with his cum. However, it seemed his new powers had reduced his refactory period, and soon he was changing things up and starting round two.

He entered the still squirming Veronica and started to fuck her. Then he decided to experiment with his super speed, and was moving between Veronica and his henchwoman faster than the eye could see - almost managing to be in two places at once.

Soon both women were reduced to quivering messes of pleasure and ecstasy.

When Paul came the second time and then third time, both women felt themselves being pumped full of his hot, sticky cum.

Paul panted and lay down beside his two lovers, and let himself swim in the ocean of pleasurable sensations washing over him.

He could get used to this.

* * *

Veronica woke up in her dorm room and looked around. She suppressed a moan as she thought about the previous day. She couldn't wait to start her OnlyFans, and to fuck her way through every guy on campus.

She spent a good amount of time doing her make up, and then went for the door.

Her mousy roommate, Sarah, gave a friendly wave at her as she was leaving.

Veronica paused and looked down at her roommate's clothes in disgust. "Is that really what you're going to be wearing? As in, out in public?"

"Uh, yeah," Sarah said softly. "Is there something wrong with it?"

Veronica shook her head. "I'm sorry, I forgot that you're a fashion reject. Carry on with your miserable little existence then!"

She slammed the door on her roommate and went outside.

Veronica enjoyed all the attention her skimpy outfit was getting her as she walked to class.

She saw a hot guy holding hands with some loser girl who was clearly not worthy of him. Veronica knew that he'd dump that bitch in a second if he knew she was available. She pushed the girl out of the way and locked lips with the the guy. The guy was surprised, but did not resist and in spite of himself was soon kissing her back. Veronica pulled away from the guy, made a "call me" sign and walked away. Leaving the girl shouting ("What the fuck was that?") at her boyfriend. (In a weeks time, Veronica would learn that he was newly single, and fuck him a few times before "losing" his number.)

A homeless man walked up to Veronica. "Miss Vance, always a pleasure to see you!" He held out his hand expectantly. He knew Veronica was generous and always gave him something, even if was only a little money.

Veronica stuck up her nose at the man and ignored him. Little people who could be of some use to her were worthy of a minimal amount of her attention, but useless poor people could go and die for all she cared!

She went to all her classes, and by the end of the day had resolved to switch her major to something more up her alley. Maybe a business degree? Social work just wasn't her style - all she cared about was making money, looking pretty and fucking cute guys. She got to work researching how to switch her major in one browser tab, and how to start up an OnlyFans account in the other.

Some dumb lady from a homeless shelter called her the next evening, and asked if she was alright and why she was late for her weekly volunteer work? She told the woman exactly where to stick her phone and hung up on her. Why did lowly peons feel entitled to her valuable time?

Veronica loved being an alpha bitch. She was better than everyone else, and she didn't see why she needed to pretend that she wasn't.

Her simps on OnlyFans seemed to agree with her assessment of herself. The paypigs were salivating for photos and chats with her. She was getting so much attention, and all she had to do was get naked for horny guys who were barely worth her time.

When her parents called her up, worried about the notice they had received of her change in major, she got into a big argument with them. Her dad said he was going to cut her off if she didn't get her act together, but the joke was on him. She was making enough on OnlyFans that she didn't need her parent's money anymore. She certainly didn't need their bleeding heart "help the poor" ideology poisoning her brain.

She blocked her parents' phone numbers, unfriended and blocked them on every social media platform and she felt relieved.

Veronica was now free to live the way she wanted to. She'd fuck hot guys who were worth her time, extract money from loser guys who weren't worth her time, put other girls in their place, and enjoy every minute of it. When she had her degree, she'd be a girl boss and make a ton of money until she became some lucky guy's trophy wife.

As she took a selfie, she smiled. Life was so easy if you didn't care about other people. It was almost like a super power!

* * *

Five years later.

It had happened slowly at first. Suddenly, all the superheroines and supervillainesses had started going radio silent. Nobody knew what had become of them. A few people had conspiracy theories about all the new OnlyFans girls and porn stars that started to show up, but hot girls on the internet were hardly something new, and “doesn’t she look a bit like the Selkie?” or “I swear that girl has the same tattoos as Mistress Menace!” are far from knock down evidence.

At the same time, more and more male superheroes and supervillains were deciding it was time for them to retire. The villains either turned themselves in and made plea deals or made silly mistakes that ended with them in prison, and with that situation under control many of the heroes admitted that there was little role for them in society.

Amidst all this, a man by the name of Paul Parbridge started making a name for himself. He was a billionaire, an actor, a bit of a playboy - and everyone on Earth loved him. Anything he wanted, it was his. He got the hottest girls (especially a few with superpowers that could be put to creative uses in the bedroom), politicians were constantly doing favors for him, and it seemed like no one could say “no” to him.

Of course, no one *could* say “no” to him. He was able to use Professor Pain’s manifold inventions to solve the world’s energy problems, put an end to all the silly wars and conflicts in the world, and put himself on top and in charge of everything. Nobody was free, but everyone was happy with the world that Paul created.

“What do you think of all that I have accomplished?” Paul asked his nameless henchwoman after another superpowered orgy.

She giggled and looked at him with empty eyes. “Everything you do is, like, totally great, master Paul!” Then she bit her lips. “Do you want to go another round?”

Paul chuckled. “When have I ever said no to another round?”