Chapter 1: Mug Shot

“Face the camera and hold still, Venus,” came Platinum Panther’s voice amplified through the speakers in her super-powered armor. The high-tech heroine and leader of the Libido League of superheroes had finally tracked down her quarry in a public park. For weeks, Platinum Panther had been working tirelessly to track and study the wanted criminal known as Venus de Milo, a woman so indescribably beautiful that she could influence the minds of those who looked upon her. The more of her flawless skin she exposed, the more irresistible her mental control became.

“This is ridiculous! I haven’t done anything wrong,” the villainess protested. “You can’t arrest me for being beautiful. And even if you could, why do you need my picture? Isn’t it the job of the police department to take mug shots?”

Platinum Panther studied the streams of data her sensors were analyzing from the seductive villainess. To avoid being beguiled by her beauty, Panther had turned off the suit’s cameras and was just processing the raw sensor data: Full EM spectrum, radar and echolocation, laser surface mapping, and every other test her genius mind could devise. The heroine was certain she could learn the limits of Venus’s power without actually seeing her.

“You’ve already proven that the police can’t handle you, Venus. I can.” Inside her helmet, Platinum Panther sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. Her armor was feeling very warm. “Turn to the right and hold still.”

Venus de Milo turned, flipping her hair flirtatiously, revealing her naked shoulder. “If you’re really interested in how my powers work, Panther, I can give you a personal demonstration.”

The heroine knew that was a bad idea. But the idea of studying that perfect flesh up close and personal aroused her every curiosity…. Scientific, most of all, of course! Platinum Panther was straight and not interested in Venus’s seductive curves in any way. If she could just study them in a little more detail …

The thought dissolved into erotic pleasure as, without thinking of it, Panther leaned forward, pressing her mound against the inside of her armor. Slowly. Firmly. Steadily. The string of sensor data blurred past her eyes, her mind assembling it to the perfect map of a perfect body. Flawless. Beautiful. Beguiling.

When the armor began to tremble and the heroine’s moans of desire echoed from the speakers, Venus de Milo knew that it wouldn’t be long before she was the one telling Platinum Panther where to stand and when to hold still.

Or, more accurately, where to kneel and when to beg.