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“Hello, Leslie.” The Baroness beamed at the winner of the special feature contest. “I trust that you enjoyed your tour of the studio.”

“Oh, yes! Kristin showed me lots of interesting things.” She paused. “Are you ever going to have that quick-hardening memory-plastic stuff on sale?”

“Eventually. We’re working on ways to mass-produce it at a reasonable cost, but for now it’s a limited niche item.”

The Baroness paused and leaned close as if sharing a secret. “We are almost ready to release a line of self-fastening silicone straps. You just drape them over your wrists and ankles and as they absorb body heat they activate they glide into position…” The Baroness stroked her fingers across Leslie’s wrist by way of illustration. “…until the ends lock together just tight enough to establish a firm grip without cutting off circulation. The deluxe self-bondage model will have a controller chip that will release the restraint based on either a timer or a spoken safeword.”

Leslie took a moment to imagine the possibilities. “I think I’ll hold on to my store credit until that comes out.”

“About that…” The Baroness smiled. “We’re planning to add a pair of bonus scenes to the Fan Choice video feature you inspired. I’d be willing to double the cash prize and store credit if you’d be willing to personally perform in them.”

“I… I don’t know…”

“If you’re concerned about public embarrassment, I can guarantee discretion. You would appear under the ‘Lez Bean’ pseudonym you chose for your story credit, and you would wear a mask and a wig to protect your identity.”

Leslie still did not appear convinced. The Baroness presented a more compelling incentive.

“The scripts call for you to become intimate with Vindiatrix and Shield Lass. Very intimate…” she purred.

There was a long pause. The Baroness waited for an answer.

“Where do I sign?” Leslie finally said.

Kristin approached with a clipboard to get Leslie’s signature before she had second thoughts.

“Congratulations!” the Baroness beamed. “Kristin will take you backstage for your costume fitting and give you copies of the scripts to review. Don’t worry much about memorizing them in detail; you can improvise as needed provided that you stick to the general flow of the scene. Can you be here tomorrow evening at seven?”

Leslie grinned. “I’ll be looking forward to it!”

The Baroness returned the grin as she leaned close. In a conspiratorial whisper, she said, “Kristin told me that she’d like to take you out to dinner after the costume fitting, if you’re interested.”

Leslie’s eyes and grin were the widest the Baroness had ever seen on someone without fleximorph powers.

Shield Lass looked as if she were asleep on the massage table, her eyes closed behind her domino mask and her otherwise nude body lying limp on the padded surface.

Cameras swiveled to follow Leslie as she stepped onto the stage. The Baroness watched approvingly. Her pink naughty-nurse outfit showed off her curves nicely. Combined with her bright pink wig and face-covering pink gauze mask, it made her look like a sex doll with no real identity of her own, which was just the effect the Baroness wanted for this scene.

Leslie stepped up to the foot of the table, picked up a bottle from a nearby stand, and poured oil onto the sidekick’s feet. As she rubbed the sidekick’s left foot, and then her right, she was rewarded with contented murmuring that sounded something like a cat’s purr.

A few minutes later, she moved on to the heroine’s legs, stroking and kneading her calves and then her thighs. Cameras moved in for closeup views as her hands approached Shield Lass’s crotch.

The sidekick sighed loudly and wiggled her hips invitingly. Leslie reached out with a fingertip to gently tickle the blonde’s bush… and then moved on to plant her hands on the other woman’s hips. As per her instructions, she’d limited herself a brief tease for now.

She heard a disappointed groan as she shifted her attentions to hips and belly. In another teasing gesture, she gently twirled a fingertip inside the heroine’s belly button before her hands continued their upward progress.

Before long, her fingertips brushed the undersides of the blonde’s breasts. She drew another groan as she moved to knead the crimefighter’s left bicep. Her touch slowly shifted down to the forearm, and then the hand.

Next, Leslie placed Shield Lass’s left hand onto her left breast. The heroine gasped in surprise, and then her fingers began flexing to fondle herself as Leslie stepped around the table to administer the same treatment to her right arm and hand. She then took a brief break, watching Shield Lass groping her own tits and listening to her sighs of pleasure.

Finally, she took hold of the other woman’s wrists and planted her hands just above her crotch.

As Shield Lass began to play with herself, Leslie reached out to jiggle and squeeze and pinch her breasts. Every so often, she leaned in to lick and suck and gently nibble the blonde’s nipples.

She watched and listened until the other woman’s squirming and gasping suggested that she was on the brink of orgasm. She then moved the heroine’s hands back onto her tits, ignoring her dismayed moans.

Leslie reached out gently teased Shield Lass’s pussy lips with a fingertip. This time, she didn’t stop.

“Yes… please…” Shield Lass gasped as Leslie’s finger began working its way into her cunt.

Leslie squelched a laugh. The heroine was shamelessly hamming up her responses, but she had been careful to only bring herself to a mild simmer and leave the show’s climax in the hands of her happy-ending masseuse.

In one final teasing gesture, Leslie withdrew her hand for a moment.

Shield Lass gasped. “Please! I need it! I’m begging you!!”

The hand moved back into position. A finger slid in and out, going just a bit deeper each time.

Shield Lass inhaled sharply. According to the scene directions, she was giving honest responses now instead of exaggerated ones to help her partner find her erogenous triggers. Leslie slid a second finger into her and probed to find the spot she’d touched a moment earlier. She was rewarded with a gasp and a twitch.

In… out… in… out… The gasps and cries grew more intense, and she felt the other woman’s cunt begin clenching around her fingers. Shield Lass arched her back and moaned loudly as her hands squeezed her tits.

The heroine went utterly limp. Leslie rolled her over and shamelessly groped her ass before finishing the massage with a soothing backrub.

As the scene concluded, Shield Lass stretched languidly and swung her legs down to the floor. She stood unsteadily for a moment before drawing herself upright.

“Oh, that was nice!” she said to Leslie. She then approached the other woman and lifted her mask enough to give her a passionate kiss.

“I’m… glad you liked it,” Leslie replied a bit awkwardly, still a bit star-struck in the presence of one of her favorite porn performers.

Vindiatrix, who like her partner was naked except for her mask, stepped up. “My turn.”

“It’ll be your turn when Leslie gets out of that outfit and into costume for your scene,” the Baroness mock-chided.

“I could help with that…” Vindiatrix teased.

“Oh, I think she can manage on her own,” the Baroness chuckled. She turned to Leslie. “Don’t keep your co-starlet waiting!”

Kristin escorted Leslie to the fitting room to change costumes for the next scene.

Leslie returned to the main stage with the nurse garb replaced by a bright red outfit consisting of boots, a thong, a demibra, and a mask, with a bright red shoulder-length wig to complement the ensemble.

Vindiatrix was waiting for her. Like her partner, she was lying on her back with closed eyes. Leslie began giving her a rubdown, first her feet, then her calves, then her thighs.

“Mmmm… oh, yes, darling…” the heroine murmured contentedly.

Soon, Leslie’s hands reached Vindiatrix crotch. She began teasing it with a fingertip.

“Oh, that’s nice… but save it for later…” Ignoring the request, Leslie continued her feathery touch. “Not now…” the heroine objected, “…you’re making me too horny to go on patrol tonight…”

Leslie checked the positions of the heroine’s hands and feet against subtle markings that were practically invisible to anyone who didn’t know where to look. With a wicked smirk on her face, she reached under the massage table to press a concealed button.

“You’re not going on patrol tonight!” Leslie cackled as clamps sprung closed around the heroine’s wrists and ankles.

Vindiatrix’s eyes popped open. “What just happened?” She stared at Leslie. “You!” she cried.

Leslie laughed again, hoping that she wasn’t going too far over the top. “Yes, me! What just happened is that you have fallen into the clutches of the Scarlet Strumpet!” she declared as several cameras swiveled to properly capture the moment. “I dropped in earlier and took the liberty of making a few modifications to your massage table.”

Vindiatrix turned her head and glared at her captor. “What have you done with Shield Lass? She was supposed to here to give me a massage!”

“Why, I haven’t done anything with her… yet. That’s precisely the problem.” She licked her lips. “I arranged to send her off on a wild goose chase to get her out of the way. One I get you out of the way… permanently… I have some delightful ideas about what I shall do with her.”

“You fiend! You depraved degenerate!”

Leslie suppressed a giggle and stopped worrying about her own performance going too far over the top.

“How dare you even suggest the idea of corrupting my innocent young sidekick!” the heroine indignantly added.

Now Leslie let herself laugh out loud. “Innocent?” she sneered. “I’ve heard about the sort of things that go on between superheroines and their teen girl sidekicks. You and Shield Lass are particularly notorious in that regard.”

“You’re insane!”

Apparently there was no “top” to this performance that she could possibly go over.

“Am I?” She got an idea for a one-liner. “I’ve heard about the incident last month where you spent a week in a seedy Vegas hotel to conduct a stake-out. That’s what you claimed to be doing, at any rate. I understand that it took another week to clear the smell of spandex girlsex out of the room.”

Okay, she thought to herself, maybe that bit of product placement was a bit much. She furtively glanced at the Baroness, who looked amused.

“That’s…” Vindiatrix’s indignant tone trailed off. “…none of your business.”

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?” Leslie mockingly replied. She tried to think of another witticism, but nothing came to mind. She fell back on the script.

“Enough banter,” she growled. “It is time to proceed. The sooner we begin, the sooner you will be out of the picture and the sooner Shield Lass will be mine!” She leered wickedly. “Perhaps I shall call her my Scarlet Strump-ette,” she said, putting heavy emphasis on the final syllable. “Confusing, perhaps, but since she’s going to be my ‘pet’… What do you think?”

“I’ve already told you what I think. I think you’re out of your mind!”

“I said enough banter!”

“You asked—”

“Silence! What you think is not important!”

Leslie reached under the massage table and held up a bundle of leather straps attached to a large black shaft. She buckled one of the straps around her waist and another between her thighs, until the leather belts covered her thong and the rod protruded from her crotch.

“No!” Vindiatrix cried as she realized her captor’s intentions.

“Yes!” Leslie smirked. “Before I put a final end to your interference, I’m going to prove to you that I’m the lover Shield Lass deserves!”

She reached under the table again and held up a bottle with a sponge tip. She applied it up and down the shaft, leaving glistening trails until the entire surface gleamed with an oily sheen. She then climbed onto the massage table, knelt between Vindiatrix’s knees, and began maneuvering herself into position.

“No! Stop!” Vindiatrix yelped, playing her “helpless heroine” role to the hilt.

“Once I get started, you won’t want me to stop,” Leslie replied in a mockingly saccharine tone. “Between my irresistible sexual technique and the erotic elixir emulsion blended into the lubricant, you’ll find me absolutely irresistible. I’m about to give you the best sex you’ve ever had!”

Leslie got the dildo lined up to penetrate the heroine once she started bearing down on it. Vindiatrix tried to dodge, but Leslie had her hips pinned in position. “You can’t stop me. You don’t really want to stop me. We both know you’re a nymphomaniac slut-whore who always wants it, no matter how much you pretend to protest. Admit it, you want me to sink the whole shaft into you with one quick thrust.”

She didn’t actually intend to do anything that rude, but she felt a little thrill at the heroine’s dismayed expression. It sank in that she was about to fuck her favorite porn starlet. Not “make love to”, not “sleep with”, fuck.

After taking a moment to savor the thought, she began lowering her body onto her partner. Inch by inch, the dildo smoothly entered her. Vindiatrix began whimpering in pleasure as Leslie began rocking her hips to slide the wand in and out.

“Do you believe me now about this being the best sex of your life?” Vindiatrix’s cries and gasps and moans certainly seemed to back up that claim. Leslie was aware that porn starlets knew how to fake it when necessary, but she didn’t think that was happening this time. She wondered if the “erotic elixir” was just part of the script or a genuine sensation-enhancing concoction. If it was real, she’d have to buy some if the Baroness started selling it…

Leslie felt the woman beneath her lifting her hips into the thrusts to get maximum penetration on each stroke. It wouldn’t be long now…

Vindiatrix cried out as her hips reflexively bucked. “Oh… oh yes… that was the best I’ve ever had…” she stammered.

“You admit that I’d be better for Shield Lass than you?”

“I… I…” The heroine was still dazed, but refused to surrender.

“It’s true whether you admit it or not!” Leslie declared as she disengaged herself and awkwardly climbed down from the table. It was time to move the scene along to its other climax.

“Would you like some more?” she simpered.

“Oh… yes… please…” Vindiatrix stammered.

“Well, then, you shall have more!”

She extricated another vial from the underside of the table. Two cameras moved in to capture clear views of the label. Below the words “Ultimate Pleasure” was a cartoon image of a woman with prominent cleavage, a blissed-out smile, and bold black “X”s for eyes.

“You shall have more of my erotic elixir… in a concentrated dose that will overload your brain and send you off to your final reward!” she chortled as she liberally dripped the vial’s contents onto the dildo while carefully avoiding getting any of it onto herself.

“After the mind-breaking pleasure you’ll feel during your final moments on earth, you may find Heaven to be something of a letdown,” she quipped as she began climbing up onto the table. “I’d ask if you have any final words for me to convey to your former sidekick, but you’re in no condition to string three words together, and anyway I’ve already decided to tell her that you begged me to take her under my wing.”

Leslie moved into position. A few more inches, and the deed would be done…

“What are you doing to my girlfr—my partner?” Shield Lass yelled as she came charging onto the scene. The Scarlet Strumpet’s evil scheme was stopped just short of consummation as Shield Lass hit her with a tangler grenade then closed in to pull her clear of Vindiatrix.

“You don’t want her! You want me!” Leslie ranted, trying to sound both defiant and defeated.

“You wanna know what I want?” Shield Lass replied. She poked at Vindiatrix’s shackles with a gizmo from her utility belt, causing them to pop open.

“This is what I want!” she continued as Vindiatrix shakily got onto her feet. The two heroines shared a long passionate kiss.

The scene concluded with the triumphant duo dragging the hapless villainess offstage.

“Excellent!” the Baroness declared as Kristin sprayed Leslie with solvent to release her from the entanglement. “You’ve given us plenty of material for bonus scenes to round out the Costumed Champions, Conquered Concubines video.” She paused. “That’s the title of your winning Fan Choice Special Feature. Please don’t reveal it until we do.”

Leslie made a zipped-lips gesture.

“The announcement will go on the website at midnight Sunday, so you’ll only have to keep the secret over the weekend. We’ve prepared some teaser preview clips for the announcement; would you like to see those?”

“I’d love it! I won’t give anything away before Monday.”

“Well, then, follow Kristin. She’ll take you to the showers to wash off the solvent and stray tangler threads, and then she’ll show you to the media room. Enjoy the show.”

Leslie finished her shower. She found a silk bathrobe waiting for her and remembered that she’d left her street clothes in the costume fitting room. Shrugging, she decided that it was simpler to put on the robe for now and change back into her flannel shirt and cargo pants later.

She followed Kristin to a small room at the far end of the studio. It contained a large projection TV screen and five padded recliners like the ones in fancy movie theaters. Kristin sat in the second seat and patted the middle seat to invite Leslie to sit there.

They exchanged a quick kiss and put arms around each other’s shoulders like teenagers on a date. It reminded Leslie of a few guys she’d been with before realizing and accepting that she preferred girls. She put that thought aside and recalled the tryst she’d shared with the Leathergal after dinner last night.

The room went dark, and the screen lit up. They watched a montage of clips: the capture scene, a bit of the gloating and groping from the Baroness, and a montage of the heroines each being shagged by the other’s doppelganger.

Leslie’s free hand slipped into her robe and settled between her legs. The scenes she’d just filmed had been arousing but unsatisfying. She’d brought each of the heroines to climax but all she’d gotten was the opportunity to fondle them, which had been pleasant but had whetted her appetite for more.

She jilled herself off as she watched the sexy scenes. As she felt herself getting excited, the Remodulator built into her chair headrest activated.

The attitude adjustments applied to Leslie were relatively subtle comparted to the mental reprogramming that had converted the superheroines into sex toys. Even left to her own devices, Leslie might have agreed to become a recurring source of story ideas and even revisit her supervillainess role in a full-length Return of the Scarlet Strumpet feature. She might even have been seduced into joining the Leathergals.

Now, all were guaranteed certainties.

Kristin got up and leaned into Leslie, grabbing her tits and giving her an aggressive kiss, pushing her toward climax while also pushing her into firm contact with the headrest.

It didn’t take long before she moaned and shuddered. Kristin stood up to give her room while she settled into the afterglow.

“So,” the Leathergal finally said, “Would you like go out for dinner again?”

“Yes, let’s! Afterward we could come back to the studio and play with the toys.” Leslie realized that she’d be spending time at the studio now and then for a while. It hadn’t occurred to her until now that it would be more than a one-time affair, but now it seemed obvious.

“Let’s get you dressed. I know a couple good places I can call and check the wait times.”

Nodding, Leslie followed Kristin back to the costume changing room.