The alien woman Oreela, better known to the world as Captain Omega, cut an imposing figure as she flew across the city skyline. She was tall, with shoulder length blonde hair, and a tight orange-and-blue spandex costume that accentuated her muscular build. She landed on a rooftop by the docks, taking time to scope out her target.

The Liberty Squad had been given an anonymous tip-off that a group of supervillains were working out of a small warehouse on the docks, including a picture of a couple of known villains spotted in the area. After a small discussion and a vote, it was decided that Captain Omega would investigate, as her powers and alien physiology made it much less dangerous for her to head into a completely unknown situation like this (only The Shadow had disagreed, but the vote was enough to silence their dissent).

After watching carefully and seeing no danger, Captain Omega flew down in front of her target building. Allegedly a warehouse for a trading company operating out of the docks, she was quick to realise that it looked far too small for it’s supposed purpose. She ripped the front door off of the building and walked inside, vigilant for any threats.

She found herself in a nondescript building, a warehouse full of crates. As she walked in, hearing and seeing no-one else, she quickly found that the crates were empty. Whatever this place was supposed to be, it clearly wasn’t in actual use. She walked around, suspicious, looking for anything out of place. As she moved a pile of crates in a corner, she found a trapdoor. Bingo, she thought to herself as she pulled the locked door open with one mighty heave and dropped down into the room below.

She landed in a grey corridor that definitely wasn’t on any map of the building that the team had found online. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light as she made her way to the nearby door. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a camera and realised that if anyone was watching, there was nothing she could do about it now. She stopped for a moment to listen and, upon hearing no alarm, pulled the door open and kept moving.

The next room appeared to be some sort of storage room. Rows and rows of shelves covered the large room, much bigger than anything above. Captain Omega smiled as she started to walk through and examine various items. Bars of gold that had gone missing from a bank recently, a few of Madame Mechanical’s newest robot designs, some uniforms for the Ace of Heart’s crew. More than enough to prove this was a supervillain hideout. The team would need some more manpower to help secure this place, but the heroine was happy with this find so far.

She was becoming increasingly aware of a strange smell permeating the place. It smelled almost… sweaty, she thought to herself. She was confused, but not worried. Her otherworldly biology made her immune to any poison or toxin she’d encountered, and even knockout gas didn’t work on her. Whatever gaseous countermeasure was being deployed was not going to work, although if someone was aware of her she had to move much quicker.

The heroine continued to move through the lair, exploring the twisted layout. As she found personal rooms belonging to specific supervillains (based on the outfits and weapons dotted around), she realised that this underground complex must run under the whole docks. This wasn’t just a hideout for a specific villain, this was the hideout for all of them! The staging ground for their attacks and schemes! If we can secure this place, we can put a huge dampener on villainous activities in the city, she mused as she picked up a sci-fi looking gun that presumably belonged to the Steel King.

She blinked as she put it down. What was she doing touching random weaponry deep in an unknown lair? Even with the gloves on her costume, she knew better than that. She had to stop being distracted and focus on exploring this place for threats.

Speaking of distractions, she was suddenly aware of her costume being tight around her crotch. She quickly realised she was aroused, openly pitching a tent in her outfit. What the fuck was wrong with her? She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself, but was hit by a sudden rush of pleasure through her body. She moaned aloud and opened her eyes again, shocked by her body’s response. Why was she feeling so… horny? What about this could possibly be arousing her?

The gas. Captain Omega gasped as she realised that whatever weird sweaty smell was being pumped into the lair was working on her, in some capacity. Whatever it was supposed to be doing it was making her aroused enough to be distracted from her work. She shook her head, and pushed past the slight fear to concentrate. She was glad it was her dealing with this, and not one of the others. After all, if it was potent enough to start having an effect on her, who knew what it would do to the rest of the Liberty Squad.

The alien heroine moved with renewed determination, breaking down doors and keeping her mind focused on the task at hand. She stopped as she encountered a room full of items she didn’t recognise. The shelves contained vials of some sort of clear liquid, along with various methods of delivering gases and aerosols, such as spray cans and portable hoses and the like. At first she thought this might belong to the Vipress, but she found no whips or anything snake-themed. She elected to root through the bedside drawers to try and find something personal, something that might identify this mysterious villain.

What she found instead was… well, it could only be described as foot fetish porn. Pinup models showing off their feet, artwork and pictures of various fictional characters and cosplay models with a focus on bare feet. Pictures of people enjoying pretty feet, running their tongues over soles, toes in their mouths, each picture seemed to be more sexual than the last. She kept digging through drawers, but only found more and more foot porn.

Captain Omega moaned aloud, and was suddenly aware of the fact that she was touching herself through her uniform. She was horny, desperately so, looking through all this porn. But I’m not into feet, she thought to herself. She realised this whole room absolutely stunk of sweat and musk. Whatever chemical weapon had been affecting her, this room was covered in it, and it was getting deeper into her system. She had to move, now.

She started running as best as her legs could, ramming through doors, knowing she was on a time limit. She had to find the source and disable it, now. If it could do this to a powerful heroine like her, it had to be stopped before anyone innocent got caught in it. She kept moving, ignoring the throbbing heat between her legs as best she can, trying to find a source for this foul, dastardly gas. Her breathing became more laboured, her vision swimming as her mind fuzzed over with arousal. She clung to that determination, that focus as hard as she could. She shoulder barged a door with all her might, falling to her hands and knees as it swung open.

“Well, well, well, the mighty Captain Omega, on her hands and knees. Just a little hit of pleasure and your mighty willpower has crumbled.” The voice was unfamiliar to her, talking in a high-pitched feminine tone. The heroine blinked as the room came into focus. She was looking at the back of a computer chair, only able to make out wavy blonde hair. Behind that chair was a bank of monitors, showing security feeds from all over the lair. This must be the person who was watching her.

“Wh-who.. are you?” She stuttered out, trying to steady herself. The smell was strong in here, that sweaty, musky smell. Captain Omega could feel it sapping her will, as every second made it harder to ignore her throbbing girlcock. She couldn’t pull herself to her feet, staying on her hands and knees as the mystery figure swivelled around on the chair.

“You can call me Pheremona! I’m the new villain in town!” She laughed as she looked down at the heroine. She was dressed in a tight green and black uniform, which showed off her ample breasts and her curvy figure. Captain Omega noticed that she wasn’t covering her bare, sweaty feet, and she could tell now where the smell was coming from. She was struggling to take her eyes away from the villain’s feet, trying to look her in the eyes but her vision just kept drifting down to those pretty soles and lovely little toes. She blinked and shook her head, trying to remind herself she wasn’t into feet.

“H-how… how are you…” She was struggling to put together full sentences now. She was aware that she was in serious danger now, but she couldn’t summon up the willpower to run away, or even fly straight upwards until she ran out of solid ground to punch through. She managed to inch backwards slightly, but then Pheremona wiggled those pretty pale toes, and she stopped moving. She felt helpless, a feeling she’d never had in her time as a powerful superheroine on this planet.

“Oh, that’s pretty simple. My sweat contains mind-melting aphrodisiacs, and it’s especially concentrated in the soles of my feet. I’ve been pumping it through the vents since the moment you dropped in here. It’s a simple chemical reaction in your brain that has you panting with desperate arousal, helpless before me.” The villainess smiled smugly as she looked down at the helpless heroine. Captain Omega was only vaguely aware she was breathing so heavily, which certainly wasn’t helping her fight the chemicals fogging up her brain.

“But… but I’m…” She tried to explain, only for her mouth to hang open, a trickle of drool starting to form.

“Immune to poison, right? I know, I’ve heard of some of your previous encounters with other villains. But this isn’t poison. This is pleasure. And why would your body ever resist pleasure?” The way Pheremona used the word pleasure made her girlcock throb. She was having to fight her base desires, her desperate urge to bury her face in the villain’s feet and mark her face with that sweat. She wanted so badly to touch herself, to rip her costume off and stroke until her brains leaked out of her cock.

“Nghh… nnnn…” The words were just not coming now, smothered in her head by that beautiful scent.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, heroine! Just let mistress take care of everything. Just give in to me, pretty girl.” Captain Omega tried to hang on to anything. She was a powerful heroine, the woman who’s feet she was staring at was an evil villainess, she had to move, she had to leave, she had to do something. “Bury your face in my feet, darling, do as your mistress says.” That voice cut through the fog in her head, and the powerful heroine found herself moving forwards, taking in more great lungfuls of pheremone-laced musk, until her face was touching Mistress’ sweaty feet.

“That’s it, good girl!” The villainess purred as the helpless heroine nuzzled her feet, marking her face in her new Mistress’ scent. Deep down she knew she was in deep trouble, but that part of her was drowning deeply in pleasure, pleasure that she craved, pleasure that she needed more than anything in the world. She started to plant little kisses over the pretty soles of Mistress Pheremona, as she ripped her costume apart at the crotch to get easier access to her throbbing hen.

She started to stroke, to touch herself as she dragged her tongue along those divine soles. She was dimly aware that Mistress was still talking, but that didn’t matter to her any more. She needed more of that scent, more of the villainess’ sweat and musk deep inside her. She moaned and whined and stroked herself more and more, licking between Mistress’ toes to get more and more sweat. Mistress pressed one foot against her hen and she came hard, spurting rope after rope of cum, the last of her brains flowing out along with it. She collapsed backwards, still twitching with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.

“That’s it, you sleep tight, darling, me and my feet will finish brainwashing you whilst you’re passed out.” Pheremona pressed her soles onto the heroine’s face, and the combination of another hit of that musk and the command of her Mistress made her finally pass out.

On the top floor of Liberty Tower, Captain Omega sat at the head of the meeting table, addressing her fellow superheroes of the Liberty Squad.

“I followed the tip off we received recently. Whilst I did find evidence of underground storage, everything had been cleaned out prior to my arrival. If I was being paranoid, I would suggest-” She was interrupted by The Shadow, in their black and grey uniform.

“Someone knew we were coming.” They stated, quite matter-of-factly.

“But who could have known?!” Asked the redhead Psystrike, the least experienced heroine in the room.

“And what else do they know?” Followed up Plasma Man, leaning forwards in his chair.

“We don’t know much else right now. Shadow, I would like a full sweep of our systems, make sure we’re not being spied on.” The Captain answered, and The Shadow nodded.

“What about the rest of us?” Asked Arrow Girl, the last of the heroes at the table.

“Continue your work as normal, for now. All of you keep an ear out for any updates, and if you find anything worrying or dangerous, let the rest of us know immediately. Any questions?” The leader of the Liberty Squad asked, and looked at around at her four fellow heroes for a response before continuing. “Alright then, meeting is adjourned. Eyes up, Liberty Squad.”