Warming Up Frigidelle was not quite the success Intimate Initiation had been, but that was to be expected now that the novelty of porn performances featuring actual superheroines had faded a bit. It had certainly done well enough to suggest that there was a demand for more.

Judging from the comments on the SpandexGirlsex chat boards, Ethrienne’s performance as Frigidelle had attracted a dual fandom. Some of the viewers enjoyed seeing the villainess’s downfall and humiliation; others were turned on by her embrace of sexual liberation. One thing the two camps seemed to agree on was that they’d like to see the character return as a dominatrix to turn the sexual tables on the heroines.

The Baroness made a mental note of that idea. The stereotypical mad-German-scientist voice used to play Frigidelle would work nicely, she thought as she locked the workstation and headed for the main stage to supervise work on the current project, The Mesmerizing Musk Minx.

Ethrienne was playing the title role, in an outfit that fully concealed her face and barely concealed anything else. Vindiatrix was also wearing a skimpy version of her standard costume that consisted of boots, gloves, and a bodysuit that barely covered her from crotch to nipples.

Kristin gave the performers their final instruction, and the main fight scene began. After the requisite period of grappling and groping as the tide of battle flipped back and forth, Musk Minx pinned Vindiatrix beneath her and began loudly panting into her face.

“What... what’s happening?” Cameras moved in to capture the heroine’s expression as it became confused and then utterly blank.

“Don’t bother trying to think,” Musk Minx said, in a soft sultry voice that nobody was likely to recognize as Ethrienne’s. “Just let yourself feel.”

Vindiatrix’s head rolled back as her mouth gaped open.

“You’re mine now.” Musk Minx leaned in to give the helpless heroine a long deep kiss, occasionally pulling back for a moment to catch her breath and let the cameras capture the tongue action. At first, Vindiatrix passively accepted the attention. Then, she began to reciprocate. “Oh, yes,” Musk Minx cooed as their bodies wriggled against each other.

Finally, Musk Minx took Vindiatrix into her arms, then lay her down flat on her back. The heroine remained still, except for her tongue which thrust upward and waggled.

“You’ll get a taste in a moment,” the villainess purred as she removed her tights and panties. She stood with one foot on each side of the prone woman, then got down on her knees to straddle her.

“Welcome to your new life as my mindless pleasure doll,” she purred as she maneuvered her naked cunt closer and closer to the heroine’s mouth. Another inch or two, and that questing tongue would make contact....

“Get off of her!” Shield Lass shouted as she raced onstage, wearing the same sort of abbreviated outfit as her partner.

“You’re too late!” Musk Minx cried as she planted herself onto of Vindiatrix’s face. “She’s mine now!”

“No!” The younger heroine did a convincing full-bore charge while softening her impact at the last moment, pushing her foe aside in a way that allowed her to safely tumble while apparently hitting the ground hard enough to knock her out.

“Vindiatrix! Talk to me!” Shield Lass cried, leaning over her mentor.

Vindiatrix blinked and stared into space. She then suddenly reached out and pulled Shield Lass into a kiss.

“Mmmfff... rrgghh...” The younger heroine managed to pull away. “Not now!”

Shield Lass made sure that the villainess wasn’t seriously injured, then cuffed her wrists and ankles for transport, trying to ignore the distraction of Vindiatrix grabbing her boobs, pinching her ass, and otherwise making a pest of herself.

“Snap out of it!” she cried as she dodged. Unfortunately, her sex-crazed partner showed no sign of snapping out of it. Shield Lass retreated and dodged as Vindiatrix made a feral lunge at her. The two stared at each other in an uneasy standoff.

Shield Lass snapped her fingers, as a cue to the audience that she’d gotten an idea. She held up a set of handcuffs. “You want some kinky sex?”

Vindiatrix nodded, apparently the most communicative she was capable of being.

With this subterfuge, Shield Lass got her partner restrained. “Now, let’s get you two loaded up in the Vindicar,” she said, concluding the scene.

“Very good!” the Baroness declared. She briefly conferred with Kristin. “Take a fifteen-minute break, and then meet me on Stage Two.”

A quarter hour later, the cast and crew assembled on Stage Two, which had been readied as a high-tech laboratory set.

Cameras captured each step of the process as Shield Lass stripped Vindiatrix naked from the neck down, strapped her to a gurney, and fitted her with various probes and tubes and electrodes. The final result looked impressively scientific and deliciously fetishistic.

Shield Lass did some standard movie-science routines for the cameras, pouring colored liquids into beakers, peering intently at dials, adjusting knobs, typing on keyboards, and the like. The results would be intercut with screen displays describing Vindiatrix’s increasingly dire state of mental impairment and physical agitation, underscoring the urgency of finding an antidote.

“I’ve got it!” the heroine cried triumphantly as she raised a flask of lime green liquid. “Just get this into her—”

The flask went flying as Vindiatrix pounced on Shield Lass, grabbing her boobs and licking her neck.

“Stop it!” Far from stopping it, the sex-crazed heroine tried to tear off her partner’s tights and panties. “I’m trying to help you!” The only response was a firm grinding of Vindiatrix’s hips into Shield Lass’s backside that clearly indicated what kind of “help” she wanted at the moment.

The blonde squirmed in the brunette’s grip as her tights were tugged down. She finally managed to break free and get her partner in a headlock. “How did you figure out how to undo those straps when you can’t string two words together?” she asked in exasperation as she dragged the growling woman back to the gurney.

Remembering the trick she’d used earlier, she kept repeating “kinky sex... kinky sex... kinky sex...”. It worked; Vindiatrix lay still except for nodding and making affirmative-sounding noises as Shield Lass re-fastened her restraints.

“Now to brew up another batch before she gets loose again,” Shield Lass sighed as she pulled up her tights.

The filming paused for another brief break. It resumed with a scene of the blonde holding up another sample of the antidote. She then opened the refill chamber of a self-lubricating dildo, poured some of the fluid into it, took off her tights and panties, snapped the wand onto a leather harness, and buckled the harness to her hips and thighs.

“Now, one quick injection, and in five or six hours Vindiatrix will be back to norm—”

Vindiatrix grabbed her and carried her toward the gurney. She was unceremoniously dropped onto the padding, and despite her best efforts to dodge she was soon firmly strapped into place, with cameras moving in to capture every detail.

“Kinky sex!” Vindiatrix growled as she climbed on top of her.

Shield Lass grinned ruefully. “I guess you want me to deliver on that promise now,” she quipped as her partner lowered herself onto the dildo and started riding her cowgirl-style.

“Cut!” cried the Baroness as Vindiatrix pulled Shield Lass’s tunic up over her breasts.

“Now?” both heroines objected. “We’re just getting to the good part.”

“I want you both fully fresh and rested for the ‘good part’. Since you’re both a bit fatigued and disheveled right now, I suppose this might be a good time to film the final scene where Vindiatrix finally comes back to her senses to find Shield Lass lying underneath her in a state of utter exhaustion.”

The duo chuckled. “All right. Let’s film that part now, and the really good part tomorrow night,” Shield Lass suggested.

“Actually, I was going to ask whether you’re both available for the next two or three nights. I want the payoff montage to be as impressive as possible.”

“In other words, the whole ‘story’ we filmed tonight is just an excuse to set up an over-the-top sex marathon,” Vindiatrix teased.

“Well, of course,” the Baroness smirked.

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“Welcome to Tongue Waggers, I’m Meghan Firrello.”

She put on her best professional smile. “Now, let’s give a warm welcome to the star of Intimate Initiation, Warming Up Frigidelle, and now The Mesmerizing Musk Minx, not to mention one of our city’s greatest heroines, Vindaitrix!”

The heroine strolled onto the stage, putting a bit of sexy wiggle in her walk for the benefit of the audience. She settled onto the guest couch and gave Meghan a smoldering glance.

Meghan smiled just a bit awkwardly. “I understand that your partner is unable to join us. I take it she’s patrolling the city?”

“Actually, she’s out of town right now. Obviously, I can’t go into the details. As usual, we have arrangements with other supers to cover for us.”

“How is your career as an adult actress affecting your relationship with the other capes?”

Vindiatrix paused a moment. “None of them seem to really accept it, except the utterly unemotional ones like the Palladium Paladin. Some of them prefer to just ignore it. Some of them still think it’s some kind of evil plot.”

“That was how Ethrienne got involved,” Meghan prompted.

The heroine grinned ruefully. “Oh, yes, she was absolutely convinced that we’d been brainwashed and turned into puppets who somehow acted perfectly normal. I have to give her credit for changing her mind once she saw the truth for herself.”

“Meaning when she mind-probed you.”

Vinidatrix nodded. “After that, she admitted that she’d been completely wrong about the Baroness.”

“She’s made arrangements to keep mind-probing you every so often. Is she still not completely sure?”

“She’s completely sure,” the heroine declared confidently. “It’s everyone else we’re still trying to convince. Actually, I think they mostly know it’s true, but can’t quite wrap their heads around it.”

“So, getting back to the original question, does it get awkward when you’re teaming up with someone who has problems accepting you as a...,” Meghan trailed off, trying to think of the right words to use.

“As a porn starlet?”

“Not quite the way I was going to put it, but yes.”

“Mostly the ones who have trouble with it avoid the whole subject and get ultra-professional. It’s a little annoying sometimes, but I deal with it.”

Meghan flashed a mischievous grin. “Do you think that they might also be a little bit jealous?”

Vindiatrix chuckled. “Setting aside the whole sex-on-camera part, they might be a little bit jealous of me having a flexible schedule with short work hours and plenty of time for crimefighting and a personal life.”

“That’s an aspect that people usually don’t think about. In some ways, it’s really just a job.”

“Yes, but a fun job!”

They both grinned, and Meghan turned toward the camera. “Stay tuned. We’ll be back in a moment with clips from Vinidatrix and Shield Lass’s latest video, The Mesmerizing Musk Minx!”

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“That went well,” the Baroness thought as the program ended.

Vindiatrix had done a good job of bolstering her image as a serious crimefighter who had made an unusual but not unreasonable decision to perform as an adult actress. Describing the practical advantages of the arrangement neatly bolstered its credibility.

Her performance deserved a reward. The Baroness had arranged one.

With Shield Lass unavailable for the time being, the Baroness had streamlined one of her ideas to fit a solo starring role with a small supporting cast. It would be a quick production consisting of a single extended scene and a brief epilogue. The Leathergals would provide what little direction was needed; Vindiatrix would simply play along, improvise, and put on a show of firm but futile resistance that would gradually give way to surrender and acceptance.

When the Baroness arrived on the main stage, she was pleased to find everything in place. Cameras and microphones surrounded a wide shallow basin that contained shimmering translucent gel. Kristin and two other Leathergals wore green latex headpieces and bodysuits to give them the appearance of reptile women, albeit ones with distinctly mammalian curves.

“She’ll be here in a few minutes. You know what to do.”

“Grab her, strip her from the neck down, lay her in the goo, and then lay her in the goo.” Kristin replied.

It took the Baroness a moment to parse the last two statements. She chuckled. “Yes, exactly.”

A sultry sax ringtone played. The Baroness answered her phone. “Hello? Oh, hello, Vindiatrix! Yes, we’re ready for you as soon as you arrive. Remember, you just need to let yourself be captured and go along with it while putting on a show of resistance until I signal you to start acting resigned to the inevitable.”

She put the phone away. “Ten minutes to showtime.” She settled into a director’s chair at the edge of the stage to watch the show.

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The filming of Slave of the Slime Sluts had gone quite smoothly. The brief scripted epilogue, with Kristin telling Vindiatrix that she was free to go but would remain a lifelong “slave” to her desire to occasionally repeat the experience, provided a nice bit of closure while setting up a potential sequel. The parting kiss between the pair, leisurely panning down to show their breasts pressing together and their hands caressing each other’s buttocks, delivered a nice counterpoint to the frenzied slime-pit action.

Regrettably, a sudden emergency had called Vindiatrix away before the wrap party. However, the Leathergals doffing their costumes and jumping back into the tub for another round of gooey grappling would provide some entertaining special-feature footage.

All that remained now was to select and intercut camera angles to get a full-length feature out of the twenty minutes or so of action. It should be easy enough.

The news that Shield Lass would be back in town next week suggested her next project. It would be only fair to give her a feature of her own. She had a concept in mind involving a fictional “secret identity” for the heroine—a comically cute one, straight and straitlaced and stereotypically feminine—as a lead-in to her donning the spandex for an outing that would get her Trapped by the Trollop Trainer and ruthlessly “converted” into the sort of shameless lesbian slut she now was in reality.

Perhaps Ethrienne, wrapped in concealing but enticingly skintight dominatrix leather, could play the title role. Her instilled need for occasional closet exhibitionism should be stirring again by the time the project was ready to put into production.

As for the psychic heroine, the Baroness was developing a long-range plan. It was still a work in progress, and she wasn’t quite sure whether or not she intended to proceed with it, but she’d come up with a few promising ideas.

A few Remodulator sessions would gradually but inexorably adjust Ethrienne’s attitude to be more like those of the other two heroines. As her perspective shifted, she would publicly admit to a growing curiosity about the adult actress lifestyle. She would start joking about giving it a try herself, and then begin seriously suggesting the possibility.

Somewhere along the way, a video special feature ostensibly dedicated to her “monitor duty” role would show her displaying unmistakable arousal as she watched and mind-scanned the Trusty Twosome in flagrante delicto. Perhaps the camera might capture hints of erect nipples or a telltale dark spot at the crotch.

Once this groundwork was firmly in place, Ethrienne would make her debut performance in her own costumed identity. The only question that would arise would be why it had taken her so long.

The Baroness put all those thoughts aside. There would be time enough tomorrow to begin editing the next feature and decide exactly how to proceed from there. Now, it was time to go to bed—alone, to catch up on her sleep. She hoped that the night would bring pleasant dreams about the months and years she planned to spend enjoying the attentions of her obedient performers.