Meteor Made Remade

Last Night

by MrMarkus

Tags: #cw:noncon #bondage #comic_book #D/s #f/f #lesbification #bodypainting #dom:female #sub:female #superhero

Thanks to flibinite for her proofreading and suggestions, which helped to considerably improve this story.

This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.

Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction.

This story contains mind control and explicit descriptions of bondage and sexual intercourse between two women. If any of these concepts disturb you, find something else to read.

copyright 2009 MrMarkus, (aka marcus)

Astrea woke with a gasp.

In her dream, she’d been out on patrol and run into Madame Molecula. The villainess was naked, body-painted in the pattern of her costume. The next thing she knew, she’d gotten wrapped in one of Molecula’s entanglements... and then she was instead being held tight in Molecula’s arms. Her own costume was nothing but body paint, and the two of them were lying naked in bed. Their bodies drew close, breasts pressing together, feet stroking each other’s calves, eyes closing as they leaned into a kiss. Their lips met, and then their tongues. Their legs and hips maneuvered into position to rub pussy against pussy... just a little closer... almost there... yes!

That was the moment she’d awakened, with her panties down her thighs and her hand between her legs.

She wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.

For the past week, she’d been increasingly affected by such thoughts. Every time she’d seen Molecula’s picture, she’d imagined it as a naked body-painted version—just like her dream—and it had taken a conscious effort to dismiss the mental image. Sometimes she couldn’t bring herself to make that effort. She’d been feeling horny a lot lately, too, even more so than could be accounted for by a three-month dry spell. The relief she got from jilling herself off was gone almost as soon as the orgasm subsided. She needed somebody to give her satisfaction. It was getting more and more obvious that what she craved was somebody who would take the initiative and... just simply grab her and do her.

And this dream was just the latest indication that she wanted that “somebody” to be Madame Molecula.

There was only one way to deal with this. She had to find Madame Molecula and settle things between them once and for all.

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