The Countess enjoyed the rear view as Dauntless Maid stepped out the lair’s hidden doorway and closed it behind her. She watched on the monitors as the heroine headed back toward the city at her usual mile-a-minute running pace.

Damn, she’s got stamina. the villainess thought. If I tried to wear her out, I’d probably kill myself. Not a bad way to go, though.... she mused.

After the past few hours, own stamina was close to exhausted. She slumped into an armchair and poured herself a shot glass of bourbon. “To getting laid by Dauntless, ahem, ‘Maid’!” she declaimed as she raised the drink high. Slowly, she poured it into her mouth, swirled it around a bit, and swallowed.

With a contented sigh, she contemplated her new life. Abandoning grandiose global schemes had definitely been the right move. Her plan had worked perfectly, with none of the last-minute complications that had always derailed her schemes in the past. Dauntless Maid was hers.

It was time to move on to Dauntless Maid’s teammates. She poured herself another drink while she contemplated the other two superheroines she intended to acquire.

Flexakat’s trim petite frame and close-cropped black hair didn’t draw her gaze the way Dauntless Maid’s voluptuous Valkyrie curves and long blonde curls did... at least, not when she was standing still. In motion, demonstrating the limber agility and rapid reflexes that enabled her to outmaneuver even opponents who could fly, she made a much better impression. Watching her bounce and leap and swing inspired fantastic visions of the sort of acrobatic sexual feats she could perform.

Voltinelle had an almost stereotypical honey-blonde farmer’s daughter look and demeanor, the sort of woman who looked more “cute” than “hot”. Still, she had a nice if not spectacular figure. She could fly and electrokinetically lift others with her, which had definite possibilities. However, what really intrigued her was the heroine’s ability to manipulate electricity to generate either mighty lightning bolts or tiny precisely controlled sparks. The Countess felt herself tinging just thinking about possible applications of the latter.

Finishing her drink, she resolved to spend less time daydreaming about those two and more time seriously preparing to capture them. She had a few half-formed ideas that just needed some details worked out before she could decide on a plan and put it into motion.

The one rule that she set for herself is that she would not involve Dauntless Maid, not even to maneuver the others into position. She did have some scruples, after all. She despised people who double-crossed their friends; winning that way would be just wrong.

Also, keeping the already-captured heroine out of the loop was essential to another part of her plan. At first, she intended to let each of her new lesbian love slaves continue to believe that her two teammates were straight. That would simmer the heroines in sexual tension, sharpening their cravings and ensuring that they’d bring plenty of pent-up passion to her bed.

Of course, sooner or later, the dam would burst. Preferably, it would happen under circumstances that would let her enjoy the show and record it for later perusal. She imagined a scenario where the trio was maneuvered into a trap that shredded their costumes, coated them in whipped cream infused with an appetite stimulant, and confined them in a chamber with a nice soft padded floor conducive to intimacy.

Alternatively, she could take the straightforward approach of summoning all three of them and revealing herself as their common Mistress. That would be a good fallback option if the whipped cream idea didn’t work out.

Once there were no more secrets within the group, she would make the final arrangements: fine-tune the paperwork on one of her aliases and get herself “hired” by the heroines as an administrative assistant or something. She could then be a constant unnoticed presence at their headquarters, putting them all at her immediate beck and call. The only potential complication would be getting drawn into the media circus if and when the team’s poly lesbian relationship became public. Even if that happened, it would be short-lived sensationalist fluff that would not link her to her old career as Countess Conquest.

No, Countess Conquest would remain dead. From now on, she would be known in public by a nondescript alias, and in private with her enthralled companions as “Countess Captivation”... “Mistress” for short.

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