Action!

The cameras were set up for full coverage of the front lobby, just as they had been to document the “voluntary” decisions of Vindiatrix and Shield Lass to sign up as adult actresses.

The latest “willing” addition to the superheroine sex starlet roster stepped through the front door, ready to play out the script that had been implanted into her subconscious during her last few Remodulator sessions.

“Hello, Ethrienne. I rushed right over after you called. I’m glad you decided to take my advice and discuss the situation in person.”

The heroine responded according to the cues planted during her last few Remodulator sessions. “Every time I mind-scan Vinidatrix and Shield Lass, I feel like I’m getting drawn in deeper. It’s like nothing that’s ever happened to me before. Normally, when I break off a psychic link I feel my mind going back to normal right away. This is different. The mindscans I’ve been here don’t fade away. They build up. Every one of them draws me in deeper.”

“Drawn in deeper how?” the Baroness asked sympathetically.

Ethrienne took a deep breath. “It’s starting to feel almost like it’s me on stage having sex with another woman.”

“Forgive me if I’m getting too personal, but have you ever had sex with another woman? For real, I mean, not telepathically.”

Of course she had. She’d done it right here at the studio, hidden behind other masks. Now, however, she was presenting herself as Ethrienne, a new superheroine recruit for the Baroness’s roster of adult entertainers. She was on camera to document her supposed initiation into that role.

“No!” She paused. “I didn’t mean it like that… there’s nothing wrong with it… it’s just that that’s not me…” she stammered. She paused to compose herself. “Except… except that when I mind-scan them on stage doing it, it is me. I feel like I’m doing it, and I’m liking it…” She opened her mouth as if she were going to say something else but couldn’t figure out what.

The Baroness nodded. “When I talked to you on the phone earlier, I got precisely that impression. I didn’t want to say so and risk leading you on. You needed to be the one to describe it.”

Ethrienne nodded. That made sense.

“Have you ever deep-scanned your own mind?”

There was a long silence as the heroine stared back with a puzzled expression. “No…” she finally said. “I don’t even know how I’d do something like that.”

“Well, then, it’s possible that you’ve always had subconscious lesbian impulses.”

One again Ethrienne opened her mouth and closed it without speaking. She couldn’t deny the possibility.

“Perhaps psychically sharing in Vindiatrix and Shield Lass’s homosexual experiences ignited those repressed urges and brought them to the surface.”

“Maybe.” That admission was one of the key conditioned responses that had been set in place for this occasion.

There was another long silence until the Baroness spoke.

“I could help you the same way I helped them.”

“And you’d want the same price…?” Ethrienne’s tone was resigned, as if she’d known from the beginning that this was where things were headed and had talked herself into accepting it.

“I’m not a charity.” In a softer voice, she continued. “I can help you, but it’s only fair for you to help me in return. If you’re not willing to do that, you’re free to go.”

She opened the desk drawer and took out the prepared contract. “It’s your decision.”

The heroine dithered for a moment, then picked up the pen lying on the desk. Cameras maneuvered to capture clear views of her signing the document.

“Welcome to Baroness Blackleather Productions!” With a flourish, she opened a door.

Ethrienne walked through the door and down the hallway leading toward the main stage, not even glancing at the side corridors and giving no further sign of hesitation.

Following two paces behind, the Baroness had a nice view of the other woman’s legs and backside. She realized that the heroine had been indulging herself, taking advantage of her flight and levitation abilities to wear stiletto heels that would have been problematic for someone who depended entirely on physical balance. Wearing those zip-up thigh boots onstage might make her more appealing, at least to some of the fans, than being completely naked from the neck down.

That was a thought for another time. This scene called for her to wear her mask and nothing else.

The heroine led the way, following the prepared path imprinted onto her intuition by the last few Remodulator sessions. The hidden camera video would convey an unstated but clear impression that she was not only acting of her own free will but was eagerly seeking out the destination that awaited her.

They arrived at Stage Three. Ethrienne allowed herself to be led into the middle of a ring of cameras that covered center stage. She glanced upward and noticed that several new cameras on servo arms had been added to the ceiling array.

“Open your mind to us. See what we want to see. Show us what we want to see.”

Ethrienne was touched by this gesture of trust. She took a deep breath before allowing herself to read the surface thoughts of the Baroness and her attending Leathergals. Even given permission, she did not presume to probe any deeper.

There was no need for a deeper probe. The women’s surface thoughts were clear enough. Their desires washed over her. There were a few conflicts about priorities—some wanted her to start by baring her tits while others were more interested in her ass and crotch—but there was a clear consensus that everyone wanted to see everything except her face. Her mask would stay in place. She was Ethrienne, about to be packaged and sold as a sexual fantasy, not some ordinary woman.

Slowly and teasingly, pleasing the ladies who appreciated the showmanship while whetting the appetites of the ones who just wanted to see her naked, she pulled off her tunic. With a coquettish smile, she reached back to undo her bra clasp.

Ethrienne basked in the audience’s appreciation of her striptease show as she wiggled her backside as she pulled down her tights to reveal it. By the time it hit the floor to be kicked aside, her sheer thong was too damp to conceal much of anything. Even so, she popped the breakaway seams at the sides of the waistband and let the fabric fall free. She stood upright for a long moment, then slowly leaned back to present her bare crotch to the frontal cameras.

The Baroness eyed the camera monitors as the heroine held the pose. Finally, she said, “Take a five-minute break while the Leathergals reset the stage.”

The heroine watched the crew set up a padded platform at center stage. She recognized the Remodulator couch and looked forward to her next session of attitude adjustment. She vaguely remembered that she’d objected during her first experience, but emotionally that felt like something that had happened to another person entirely. Now, she looked forward to being freed from her last remaining qualms about going onstage as herself.

A member of the setup crew extended her arm in a come-hither wave. She sashayed toward the couch, grinning as she noticed a camera monitor displaying a closeup view of her derriere.

As she settled down onto the platform, the Leathergals guided her arms and legs into position to receive the wrist and ankle cuffs. Once those were buckled into place, additional straps were fastened around her forearms and shins. She felt her arousal increasing as the firm press of leather against skin reminded her of her helplessness.

She glanced at some of the cameras that covered the scene from every angle, and reveled in the thought of the audience she would draw. She—Ethrienne—was about to become a porn starlet, giving sexual gratification to thousands and feeling it herself almost as if she were sensing lusty thoughts from the entire audience instead of just the half-dozen women on the scene.

The heroine put on a show of squirming and tugging at her bonds, though she had absolutely no desire to escape. She moaned in a way that the viewer could interpret as either apprehensive or excited as chief Leathergal Kristin approached with a long wand in her hand.

Her eyes followed the buzzing ball on the end of the rod as Kristin waved it in front of her. “Do it!” she cried, arching her hips to bring herself an inch or two closer to the pleasure she craved.

She was taken by surprise when four more henchwenches moved in. Two of them approached from her left and right. They stroked and kneaded and squeezed her breasts, then leaned in to lick and suck her nipples. The other two knelt at the foot of the platform to massage her feet. She enjoyed their attentions but continued to stare pleadingly at the wand as it approached her thighs onto to be cruelly withdrawn without making contact.

“Do you want it?” Kristin teased.

“Yes… I want it… please…”

She lowered and raised the wand again. “Will you give me what I want?”

“Yes! Whatever you want!”

“Good girl!”

Ethrienne’s body shivered as the wand finally touched her. She shimmied to help guide the vibrating tip into position and raised her hips to keep it pressed tightly against her body. The other minions withdrew to give the ceiling cameras room to descend and capture detailed closeups, but she barely noticed.

It didn’t take long before an orgasm more intense than any she’d felt before rocked her body. She gasped repeatedly, then moaned as the sensation subsided and she relaxed into the afterglow.

Understanding came to her with crystal clarity she’d never felt before. There was no doubt left in her mind. This was what she wanted. This was what she’d always wanted.

Other heroines had always wanted it, too. Vindiatrix had always wanted it. Shield Lass had always wanted it.

They weren’t the only ones, she realized.

Her telepathy wasn’t always under perfect control. Sometimes, a mind scan dredged up subconscious thoughts that had nothing to do with the information she was seeking. On a few occasions, her mental defenses had faltered and she’d been deluged with other people’s feelings and images and daydreams.

Some of those random thoughts had been sexual fantasies, often ones she would never have expected from the person’s outer facade. Straight heroines often harbored repressed lesbian yearnings; straitlaced ones vividly daydreamed about bondage and exhibitionism.

Heroines struggling with such deep-seated conflicts would surely be much happier if they gave in to their true desires and joined her and Vindiatrix and Shield Lass on the Baroness’s stage.

She was jolted out of her reverie as the vibrator touched her again.

It lifted away a few seconds later but returned a few seconds after that. Each pause made her tingly with anticipation and more responsive to the next cycle of stimulation. The titplay and footrubs resumed for a little while, and then paused to let the cameras move in even closer than before. She smiled and looked forward to helping the Baroness review the recordings.

Kristin deftly kept her close to the edge for what seemed like forever, then pressed the wand firmly downward to push her over the edge. The second climax wasn’t quite as intense as the first but still among the most vivid sexual experiences of her life.

As she relaxed again, her new realizations clicked even more firmly into place. Yes, there were other heroines who would benefit greatly from the Baroness’s guidance, whether they knew it or not. She ought to find them and help them.

The Baroness knew how to find them, she realized. The Baroness had found Vindiatrix and Shield Lass and Ethrienne herself. The Baroness would find others who needed to be liberated from repression, and Ethrienne would help get them past their initial qualms.

The name “Quantress” came to mind.

Last month, Ethrienne had helped Quantress capture Arcantrippe. She’d put up a psychic shield to protect both heroines from the villainess’s mental assaults, and the process had created a sporadic telepathic connection. At the time she’d powered through and ignored the flickering psychic contact. Now she remembered a clear mental image of Quantress jilling off as she imagined herself performing a striptease for a cheering audience.

It was all so obvious. Quantress’s eager willingness to present herself as a sex symbol was a first step toward the life she really wanted… the life of a superheroine sex starlet.

The Baroness could make it happen. She could help the Baroness make it happen.

Once again her thoughts were interrupted as she felt her restraints being unbuckled. She stood up and stretched.

“Meet me on Stage Two in fifteen minutes to start the next scene,” Kristin told her.

“I’ll be there,” Ethrienne replied. She turned toward the Baroness. “Mistress? May I ask you something…?”

“Of course!” the Baroness replied. “Let’s talk in my office.” She beckoned Ethrienne to follow. “Kristin, give us a half hour.”

Kristin nodded. She headed for Stage Two; the Baroness and Ethrienne headed down another hallway.

Half an hour should be more than sufficient time to confirm that Ethrienne’s mind had fully accepted the latest round of false memories and mindset modifications. There wasn’t really any doubt, given the Remodulator’s perfect track record so far, but it never hurt to double check.

Once she was absolutely certain that Ethrienne had fully accepted the idea that some heroines needed to be captured and converted into enslaved erotic entertainers for their own good, Vindiatrix and Shield Lass would be similarly indoctrinated. With that accomplished, the trio would be ready and willing to help ensnare Quantress and attest to her “voluntary” recruitment.

She smiled as they entered the office. Everything was falling neatly into place.

Quantress spotted Shield Lass’s patrol motorcycle parked in front of the VaVaVidd building. As she came in for a landing, the front door opened.

“It’s your turn to decide where we’re going tonight,” Quantress said. “Your cycle looks like it seats two. If we ride, I won’t have to fly you back here in the morning.”

Shield Lass grinned. Quantress took it for granted that the two women would spend the night together, but that was downright prudish compared to the sexual liberation that awaited her. She felt proud of herself for helping make it possible.

“Actually, we’ll be spending the night here.”

“I told you I’m not—" Quantress staggered as the power dissipation field activated. The next thing she knew, she was grabbed from behind.

“You’ll thank us for this later.” It was Vindiatrix’s voice.

“What the hell are you doing?” She tried to activate her forcefield. Nothing happened. She tried to stun her attacker with an energy blast. Nothing happened then either.

“Are you out of your minds?” she demanded as Shield Lass bound her wrists and ankles.

“Just the opposite,” Vindiatrix replied. “We were out of our minds with neurotic denial, until the Baroness helped us. Now, she’s going to help you, too.”

“I don’t want her ‘help’!” Quantress cried as she realized just what sort of ‘help’ the Baroness had in store for her. “Let me go!”

The duo ignored her. Shield Lass opened the door wider, and Vindiatrix frogmarched Quantress into the building despite her futile protests and struggles.

Ethrienne was standing in the front lobby. “The power dissipator worked like a charm,” Vindiatrix told her. “We probably won’t need you but stay close just in case.”

The grappled heroine tried to break free, but all she accomplished was to slightly slow the group’s progress. Without her powers she had no chance to overcome the street-fighting duo’s superior strength and martial-arts technique. Worse, she realized that with Ethrienne in on this scheme, any plan she thought of would be exposed before she could even begin to act on it.

The women moved down the corridors until they reached the main stage. Waiting there was a group of Leathergals and Baroness Blackleather herself.

“What did you do to them?”

“I liberated them from their inhibitions, and in return they’ve helped me create this successful enterprise.”

Quantress stared for a long moment. Was her captor trolling her, or did she actually believe that ridiculous rationalization? “You’re insane! Just because I’m not a stuck-up prude like some people doesn’t mean you can turn me into one of your strippers!”

“There’s nothing wrong with being naked and sexual on camera,” the Baroness replied. “You don’t understand that now, because you are a stuck-up prude.”

The mocking tone was unmistakable. Well, that answered that question. Not that it did her any good…

“Now I’m going to liberate you. You’ll be grateful. You’ll eagerly join your friends as one of my adult actresses.”

As if to punctuate that statement, a dozen cameras mounted on servo arms swiveled down from the ceiling. Several followed the helpless heroine as she was brought onstage, while others surrounded a padded platform set up at center stage.

Vindiatrix and Shield Lass began guiding Quantress toward the platform. A pair of Leathergals moved to accompany them. Several others took their places behind large floor-mounted cameras.

A tall red-haired henchwench remained seated at a control console. “All cameras running.”

“Very good.”

Again, the depowered heroine’s struggles merely delayed the inevitable. Despite her frantic attempts to resist, she was relentlessly forced toward the platform and lifted onto it.

“Stop! Let me go!” she cried. Her protests continued as her costume was pulled off piece by piece, until only her mask remained. Once that was finished, her wrists and ankles were tugged into spread-eagle position, and shackled to the corner supports of the framework.

“You won’t get away with this!”

“I did before, and I will again,” the Baroness responded nonchalantly.

The heroine opened her mouth to continue, and a ballgag was forced into it and buckled into place. A collar was fastened around her neck and affixed to the platform on both sides. The sidepieces of a built-in headrest swiveled inward and pressed tight against her temples, holding her head firmly in place.

She struggled desperately, and made no progress whatsoever.

“Deep down, you’re enjoying this experience.,” the Baroness cooed. “You know it’s true.”

Quantress screamed “No!” into her gag.

“You’ll come around to ‘yes’ soon enough…” The Baroness smirked. “…once the Climax Remodulator takes effect.”

The helpless heroine’s eyes went wide. Now she knew what had happened to her fellow crimefighters. They were under some insidious new form of mind control that didn’t produce obvious signs of brainwashing.

Now it was going to happen to her, unless she could escape somehow. That looked less and less likely with each failed attempt to loosen her restraints.

At the outer fringe of her peripheral vision, she was able to see a henchwench approaching with a pair of vibrator plugs. Quantress pulled her hips back as far as she could manage and attempted to dodge from side to side as far as the bonds would permit, but that bought her only a second or two before the devices were inserted into her ass and pussy. A sheer belt of stretchy nylon was clipped around her waist, and another was fastened to it fore and aft, forming an impromptu thong to hold the inserts firmly in place.

“No doubt you’ve already guessed why the device is called the Climax Remodulator. As you experience sexual bliss, your mind will be laid…” The Baroness snickered at the unintentional pun. “…your mind will be laid wide open to readjustment while you are utterly unable to think, much less resist. Your pleasure triggers and personal preferences will be modified to suit your new lifestyle, as my willing sex toy and erotic entertainer.”

She stroked Quantress’s thigh. “You’re going to break new ground as the first adult actress with eye-catchingly visible superpowers, so naturally we’ll feature that aspect in your video debut. Shield Lass told me about those tingly little sparkles you can generate…”

The Baroness paused a moment before continuing. “Speaking of ‘tingly’…”

The bound woman shuddered as the vibes came to life. She shook her hips trying to dislodge them, but they remained firmly lodged in place. Another desperate attempt to liberate herself proved just as unavailing as her previous struggles.

“By all means, squirm as much as you like. It will make the scene hotter and sexier.”

For a moment, Quantress tried to hold still. At least that would derail this perverted performance. No, she told herself, that would be giving up. If she kept trying, she had some chance of getting away, if she just lay back and awaited her fate, she was doomed.

It was impossible to hold still anyway. She reflexively arched her back as the vibe action escalated. She couldn’t stop her body from responding. The vibrators powered up to an even higher level, and she gasped into her gag. She was running out of time, with no way out.

She thrashed in her bonds, desperate escape attempts mingling with raw physical responses to the sexual stimulation. She gritted her teeth against the gag as she realized that, from the Baroness’s point of view, she was putting on a great show.

She moaned into the gag as she felt her pussy clenching against the vibrator. Her time was up.

That was her last coherent thought before orgasm washed over her. It was… incredible… better than anything she’d ever felt or even imagined before. There was nothing in her mind but pleasure for what felt like forever. The pleasure somehow became even more intense as thoughts started coming into focus again.

She was glad that the Baroness had done this for her. She was glad her friends had prevented her from stupidly turning away from this gift.

The Baroness was right. She had been a stuck-up prude, refusing to take her so-called “liberated” attitude to its logical conclusion. Wearing a more revealing costume and declaring that she didn’t care what people thought of it was just silly adolescent posturing. Now she was going to take ownership of her sex appeal like an adult… that was why they called it “adult entertainment” after all.

She smiled and shimmied her body to jiggle her tits. “Like what you see?”

“Yes, indeed. Welcome to Baroness Blackleather Productions.” The Baroness approached the platform and leaned in for a kiss, which Quantress returned with enthusiastic tongue action. Vindiatrix, Shield Lass, Ethrienne, and each Leathergal kissed the heroine in turn, with equally eager reciprocation.

Satisfied that the heroine had been converted into her thrall, the Baroness personally unfastened her restraints. “It will take a few weeks to sexualize your public image to the point where it won’t seem suspicious for you to sign up with the studio,” she said. “However, we may as well begin filming your debut feature now.”

“Let’s get started!” the heroine concurred.

“By all means.”

Quantress blinked as she felt an odd sensation within her. She stretched languidly as she felt herself starting to feel more energetic, then realized what was happening.

The Baroness’s next statement confirmed it. “The dissipation field is shut down. Your powers will be back to normal in a moment. You’ll need them for this scene.”

The heroine gave her an attentive questioning look.

“Put your hands near your crotch, but off to the sides so the cameras have a clear view. Generate a few small flickers of quantum energy at your fingertips use them to stimulate yourself.”

“No problem.” Quantress’s libido and powers had started developing at about the same time. It hadn’t taken her long to hit upon a unique way of jilling off.

“Take it very slowly at first and pick up the pace bit by bit. Give the cameras plenty of time to fully capture the scene.”

She followed instructions, sending a tiny pulse of energy between her legs every few seconds. Cameras shifted position to get closeup views of the bright glimmers and the reactions of her face and body.

Gradually, she escalated the action. The heroine shuddered and gasped as one jolt pushed her buttons especially hard. She sent forth another charge a bit sooner than she’d intended, and then another. The little sparkles came closer and closer together as she felt herself approaching climax. It occurred to her that she was putting on a better show that way. The thought made her grin.

“OH!! OH YES!!!” she cried as the sparks flew thick and fast. She arched her back and screamed, and for a moment the flickers merged into continuous arcs of light.

Her body collapsed onto the padding, and the sparks stopped. She took a deep breath, and then another, and blinked as she became aware of her surroundings again.

She looked at the cameras. Doing this on camera to be seen by thousands had made this so much hotter than ever before. She remembered how her mother had barged in the first time she’d tried this, a bit too late to see her powers in action but in time to catch her diddling herself. She’d just closed the door and never mentioned the incident, but even so it had been horribly embarrassing.

She was free of embarrassment now. The Baroness had done that for her.

She noticed Shield Lass smiling at her. That gave her an idea.

“Let’s do a scene where we re-enact that night at the motel.” It was a scene that made for perfect pornographic presentation, Quantress thought, she and Shield Lass lying side-by-side, hands between each other’s legs, Shield Lass enjoying the sparkly stimulation and skillfully fingering her in return…

Both of them looked at the Baroness inquiringly and a bit pleadingly.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking. The Leathergals will need time to set up a proper motel-room set on one of the auxiliary stages; can both of you come in tomorrow evening?”

Quantress and Shield Lass nodded enthusiastically.