Action!

“All lights and cameras ready!” Kristin reported from behind the master control console from which she supervised the Leathergal studio crew.

“Excellent!” the Baroness replied to her chief henchwench. She struck a pose calculated to show off her curves to best advantage. Carefully adjusted key lights combined with the freshly polished shine of her black leather outfit accentuated the effect. She smiled for the cameras as they collected images for the opening credits.

“Before I begin, I’d like to say that all of us here at Baroness Blackleather Productions congratulate our Trusty Twosome for winning this year’s ErotiChoice Adult Video Awards for “Best Adult Video Debut” and “Hottest Leading Lesbians.” She gestured toward the superheroine starlets.

Vindiatrix and Shield Lass stood in front of another cluster of cameras. They wore the latest “stage presentation” versions of their costumes, with the already skimpy bodysuits of the previous iteration replaced by separate corset and thong pieces.

Despite their flagrant sexualization, they projected the same friendly humble-hero bearing they’d often displayed when being publicly hailed for their daring deeds. “We couldn’t have done it without the production crew and the fans!” Vindiatrix declared.

“The stage crews keep everything running so smoothly that it all looks perfectly spontaneous!” Shield Lass added. Her hand slipped from her mentor’s hip to her backside. Vindiatrix twitched and gasped.

Shield Lass smirked. “See? Totally spontaneous…” she said as her partner scowled.

“Do that again, and I’m going to ‘spontaneously’ take you over my knee and give you a ‘spontaneous’ spanking!” Vindiatrix declared in a tone of feigned anger and genuine playfulness.

“Is that a promise?” Sheild Lass reached for her partner’s backside again.

“I’m afraid that will have to wait until later,” the Baroness interjected, ending the scripted “digression” and shifting back to the subject at hand.

“Last month, we announced that Baroness Blackleather Productions would be producing a Fan Choice Special Video Feature. One of our fans will have the special pleasure of seeing these lovely ladies bring a personal fantasy to life on the screen.”

“Your wish… is our command!” Vindiatrix and Shield Lass purred in unison. They winked at the camera, then cast smoldering glances at each other.

Kristin rolled a cart onto the stage. On top of it was a small black box and a large clear bowl full of folded slips of paper.

“We received over a thousand responses. Obviously, our fans are very enthusiastic and very very creative!” the Baroness said.

The Baroness reached into the bowl and stirred up the contents. “I shall now draw five candidates from the bowl.” She took out a slip of paper, and then another, and continued until she held five of them in her hand.

She put four of them onto the table beside the bowl and unfolded the remaining one. “Let’s have a look at the fantasies our lucky finalists would like to see brought to life by these lovely ladies.”

There was a long pause. She broke the silence, speaking in a tone one might direct at a rather slow-witted child. “Every one of our videos features an all-female cast. ‘Sapphic sensuality’ and ‘ladies loving ladies’ are recurring catchphrases in our advertising. Our website is called SpandexGirlsex dot com.”

She made a show of rolling her eyes. “I don’t know how I could have made it any clearer that Baroness Blackleather Productions specializes in lesbian erotica.”

“Somebody wanted to see us doing sex scenes with men?” Shield Lass’s tone was a mix of incredulity, indignation, and amusement.

The Baroness nodded. “This sort of thing is why I made sure to reserve the right to reject submissions.” She put the entry into the black box and pressed a button. The paper shredder whirred to life as shards of paper dropped into view behind a transparent window.

“Let’s try this again,” she continued as the device shut off. She unfolded another slip, glanced at it, scowled, and immediately shoved it into the shredder. “This studio has standards! We make dirty movies, not filthy ones!” Her voice wasn’t particularly loud, but it had a distinct irritated edge to it that helped it carry over the whirring noise.

“Maybe third time is the charm?” Shield Lass interjected.

“I certainly hope so.” She drew another entry from the bag and took a deep breath before unfolding it as if bracing herself for another disappointment.

“Well, this one seems more promising.” She read the entry: “I’d like to see Vindiatrix and Shield Lass enslaved by evil nympho bulldyke alternate-universe duplicates.” The Baroness looked thoughtful. “It would require some finesse, but it could be done. It’s certainly an option worth considering.”

“So, do we play ourselves or the evil duplicates?” Vindiatrix asked.

“Both, I think. We would need body doubles to set the scenes, but we’d want to feature the real Trusty Twosome in the closeup shots.” She paused to think a bit more. “We’d need to film each sex scene twice with you and your doubles switching positions to get sufficient camera coverage.”

“Double the fun!” Shield Lass remarked.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We still have two more options to consider… though we may revisit that one later even if we don’t use it now.” She made a mental note to offer some consolation prize if the idea didn’t win but was used anyway. The contest rules specified that contestants surrendered all rights to their entries, but a little bit of generosity could have a large payoff in fan goodwill.

Setting the evil-duplicates entry aside, she picked up the fourth candidate. “I’d like to see Vindiatrix and Shield Lass do a sequel to Slave of the Slime Sluts where both of them get naked and covered with sticky green goo.”

Shield Lass chuckled. “I missed out last time, so that sounds good to me!”

“Following up with a sequel was always part of our plan. The question is whether we do it for this project, or sometime later.” She thought, a bit ruefully, that when she got around to making that sequel she should probably give out a consolation prize for this entry, too.

“So, that’s two usable entries so far. And now, our last finalist…”

She unfolded the paper and stared at it for a long moment.

Finally, the Baroness broke into a grin. “This is a rather… interesting… request,” she said. “I’d like to see Vindiatrix and Shield Lass getting captured by Baroness Blackleather and struggling helplessly as she turns them into her nymphomaniac bitch-slut lesbian sex slaves!!!”

The heroines took a moment to absorb the idea, then leered.

She smirked. “Three exclamation points… apparently our contestant is very eager to see this scenario.” Idly stroking the slip of paper, she continued, “Obviously, I can’t be completely objective about this option, so I’ll leave it to you two. Are you game for having me join you onstage to turn you into my ‘nymphomaniac bitch-slut lesbian sex slaves’?”

“Isn’t that what we already are?” Shield Lass snickered.

“And we like it that way,” Vindiatrix chimed in. “The only acting we’d need to do would be pretending to resist.”

“I take it that’s a ‘yes’.”

The heroines nodded.

“Very well, then. Our upcoming Fan Choice Special Video Feature shall feature the Trusty Twosome as part of a Thrilling Threesome with yours truly, Baroness Blackleather!”

The Baroness beckoned the heroines to approach. They took their places at her sides.

“I just hope I don’t disappoint our viewers. After all, I’m not an experienced adult actress like you two ladies.”

“You’ll do fine!” Shield Lass declared.

“You’ve never disappointed us backstage,” Vindiatrix leered. “I’m sure you won’t disappoint anyone on stage.”

“Thank you for your confidence. However, I can’t help thinking that it might be a good idea to get in some… practice.” She grinned. “If you ladies would be willing to join me backstage?”

The women turned and slowly sashayed toward a curtain. The cameras moved to track them, some taking shots of the entire group and others zooming in on the trio’s swaying behinds.

After Vindiatrix and Shield Lass left, the Baroness lay on her bed and stretched, letting the memories play through her mind. It had been a very interesting session, in more ways that one.

The duo’s Remodulator-induced obedient servitude and libertine exhibitionism had combined with their heroic wits, stamina, and determination to generate quite a few entertaining ideas for the upcoming production. They had eagerly demonstrated some of them, and then described several more after the women found themselves needing a rest.

Actually, she’d been the one who needed a rest, the Baroness ruefully admitted to herself. She was still in good physical condition, but after several years of running an organization from behind the scenes her stamina wasn’t quite what it had been back in her cat-burglar days.

Maybe she should have chosen one of the other submissions. The Slime Sluts sequel was something she intended to do sooner or later anyway.

She pushed the thought aside. She could do this. She was already delivering spicy dominatrix routines in the opening and closing narration of each feature. Going onstage with the heroines would be more of the same, except that she’d be getting naked instead of just posing in a provocative leather catsuit.

She already had the basic plotline in mind: an over-the-top version of the truth. Vindiatrix and Shield Lass would play themselves in their pre-porn public personas of purity and righteousness and straight vanilla propriety, and she would play herself as the unabashedly evil perverted villainess Baroness Blackleather who captured and corrupted them into “lesbian sex slaves”. The three of them would play those roles completely over the top.

The Baroness admitted to herself that she felt a certain taboo thrill in “slumming” and showing off her body for the cameras alongside the enthralled heroines. It was what the customers would expect after buying a video that featured her performing alongside the Trusty Twosome. Perhaps a climactic scene where the enslaved heroines gave their Mistress a slow intimate nude massage that would gradually escalate into a steamy lesbian threesome…

As she imagined the scene, she mused that the imprinted shamelessness of her porn starlets might be rubbing off on her. Mmmm… rubbing…

She stretched and relaxed onto the mattress as she considered possible titles for the project. Something with Spandex Sluts or Spandex Slaves would have been good if she hadn’t already used Slave of the Slime Sluts so recently. Maybe Dynamic Dykes?. No, both those words were too aggressively butch to fit the sexual submission theme. Hmm… How Heldeburg’s Heroines Became Blackleather’s Bitches… no, too long and clunky.

It might be easier to choose a title when the concept was a bit better fleshed out, she thought. She stared into space and let possible scenes play out in her mind’s eye. As she enjoyed the arousing mental images, her hand slipped into place between her thighs. Her fingers moved slowly, just barely making contact, as she kept herself at a low simmer to stimulate the flow of ideas while keeping her head clear enough to fix them into her memory.

After a little while, she decided that she’d done enough thinking for now. She slid a finger into herself and shivered as it touched a sensitive spot. She probed deeper, added another finger, and felt her body shivering as she got closer to the brink.

Finally, she moaned as her hips bucked. She went limp to enjoy the afterglow.

The scene she’d just practiced with her costumed concubines, spreading her legs at the foot of a bed while the Trusty Twosome took turns licking her, would definitely be included somewhere in the show. She considered ways to work in a good “heroine humiliation” angle, over and above the inherent humiliation of being compelled to kneel to service her.

She’d think about it a bit more, she decided as she finally got to her feet. As her hips protested, she did reach one definite conclusion—when she had the heroines orally service her on camera, she would sit at the foot of the bed with her legs just far enough apart to allow access and camera views rather than lie back and try to do a hundred-eighty-degree wishbone pose.

The Baroness watched as her henchwenches tested samples of the custom uniforms Vindiatrix and Shield Lass would wear for this production. They mostly looked like the practical full-coverage outfits they wore for crimefighting instead of the skimpy stage versions used for filming the last few movies. There were a few alterations to heighten their sex appeal, to be sure. The heels were a bit higher, memory-fabric fibers had been strategically incorporated to shape and accentuate their breasts and buttocks, and the fabric’s color and sheen had been subtly tweaked to further highlight their curves.

The most significant feature was that these outfits, like the stage-performance versions, were designed to be cut away, torn at the seams, or dissolved on contact with certain oils and lubricants.

In short, the costumes were designed to make them look like powerful righteous paragons until it was time for them to become helpless pleasure playthings. That had been a recurring element in their previous films, of course, but this time it would be featured much more aggressively, with the Baroness as the onstage dominatrix rather than the behind-the-scenes studio manager.

As she watched, the Baroness decided on a title for the project. Soon, very soon, production would begin on Costumed Champions, Conquered Concubines.