Riley's first reaction to realizing that her hands and feet were finally free was to lie down and begin furiously stroking her clit and pinching a nipple, the ecstatic shivers of at long last being able to get herself off sending her convulsing as she came hard. Her screaming orgasm radiated out from her as she bucked on the floor, unaware of the movement of forms coming to help pick her up. Riley couldn't help the sound of annoyance and defeat as they dragged her down a dark hallway, the change in scenery less important to her than her body’s need to feel good.

"Like a… good dolly…" She muttered to herself, the sentence triggering another burst of pleasure and feeding her addiction further. Riley loved to feel good, and being a good dolly felt better than… than…

Hazy memories tried to come up and remind Riley of something, a tiny voice floating in the hazy waves of light she still felt radiating in her mind. She remembered those, and the little device that lit up into all those brilliant colors, smothering her thoughts and slowing her mind down until all she could do was stare, each pulse sending a vibration from her head to her crotch to leak out in delicious pleasure… and Riley loved pleasure.

She giggled when her entourage finally reached a room, filled with light and blinding her for a moment as she was unceremoniously dumped inside by two bulky, nondescript bald men, who left her to take in the space. There was a small table in front of her, as well as a wardrobe rack nearby with plenty of outfits in all sorts of colors. There was also a sofa, and an attractive woman sitting on it with one leg crossed as she looked down at Riley.

Or she assumed so, the doll mask with its glittering lights for eyes made Riley feel even fuzzier and blocked the view of her eyes, but even a little extra fuzz didn't stop her from remembering the image from earlier. The black skin-suited woman, skin as hairless and porcelain soft as Riley's, deep cleavage drawing the eye down to a glittering green gem in her belly button that reminded Riley of the lights in her eyes… which reminded her of the gem… which reminded her of the mask-

"Oh stop nodding." Riley hadn't even realized she had been moving until the posh British accent told her, her eyes feeling heavy as she tried to find moisture to say anything other than 'good dolly' and then immediately falling into a fit of giggles.

"Is that what you would like Riley? To be a good dolly?" The woman got up, balancing easily on the high heels of her bodysuit as she walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a black suit identical to her own. "How about you start by being an obedient doll and putting this on."

I bet it'll feel soooo good. Riley couldn't help the giddy squeal she released as she got up, finding the material slicker than she was expecting but still difficult to put on. Luckily, the other woman was there to help, sliding the legs up and maneuvering a thicker, almost metal bit against her crotch. It was cold which Riley didn't like right up until it suctioned up against her, molding around her clit and beginning to vibrate.

Much to the woman's annoyance, it made Riley mostly useless as she forgot she had agreed to get dressed and began grinding her crotch against the air. The masked Dollface cursed but the former vigilante didn't resist as she finished stuffing Riley in the rest of the way, sliding her hand between her hips to stroke the device at her crotch and send a hiss of pleasure through her as the suit tightened up and sealed Riley inside it.

"There we go, now you almost look like the perfect dolly drone for me…" Riley moaned in pleasure as she was free to again begin masturbating, the thick part of the suit stopping her fingers but it had complete control of her clit as she felt something almost pierce the skin, sending blood and bliss pumping through her body. "But… if you're going to be perfect I'm going to need you to answer this next part with a 'yes' okay?"

"Yes!"

"Good, I'm supposed to offer you some accessories to help you win the game you've been playing but I’m forced to ask. Would you like them?"

Riley just stared at her dumbly until Dollface muttered under her breath again, hand waving Riley forward until she realized she had to say something again.

"Yes!"

Pain radiated from her belly as Riley yelped in surprise, the sensation sharp and unpleasant but gone as quick as it came as she looked down, a green gemmed piercing now dazzling at her navel. She felt confusion bubbling up but it mattered little as Dollface, who had walked away, had returned with something in her hand, a helmeted doll mask that Riley let be put over her head with no resistance.

She was left in the dark for a moment, until dazzling green squares began to dance in her vision, sending her eyes wide as Riley tried to watch. Some spun, some throbbed, and others expanded and contracted. Those last ones were the brightest, the expanding ones pulling her attention to them as they grew… only to sharply contract, the device on her clit triggering an orgasm as she felt drawn into the square.

The pattern continued, Riley's already bedazzled and drained brain easily drawn into the squares, her climax-addicted body eagerly letting more and more of her be taken. Her mind, her memories… partitioned and pleasured until she didn't even realize she couldn't feel her body anymore, the latex form twisting and moaning as she let go of anything but the green squares, contracting her into smaller and smaller boxes until all she could feel was weightless… selfless… and utter bliss.

Dollface shuddered one more time before the helmet took full control of her new body's nerve center, digital awareness expanding as a singular mind blinked and connected against it, followed by another and another until she was finally fully in control, stretching out Riley's tight and twisted muscles as she got up to look at herself.

"Does she have the information we need?" She couldn't help herself as the other drone questioned her, as if they weren't a hive mind… as if they weren't all technically drones minus the original, the thought finding itself deleted as Dollface took full control of her body. Obviously she was the original, an annoyed and sharp smile looking at the slave that she had made in her shape.

"Of course she does, I know what I'm doing." The voice was somewhat off considering Riley's mouth wasn't used to it, but the British accent sounded as equally posh and confident and annoyed as the drone. No doubt it was thinking instead that she was the original Dollface and the one in Riley's body was the drone, but that thought was deleted and replaced. Regardless of which was the original, they had a common goal as mental images of another Dollface drone scouting out the local university's high-end chemical lab filtered through.

She sighed in annoyance as an alert to return to the stage rang out from Arcadia somewhere, turning on a heel to stride back down the dark hallway, instructions and information leaking onto the common hive network they were all connected to, a hidden puppet master editing and commanding all the drones towards a singular goal…

* * * * *

She found it difficult at first to walk down the hallway, Evelyn struggling with stiff muscles after having been restrained and the changes in both her gait and center of gravity. It wasn't just the added weight to her ass, but her hips had widened as well, and she found the most comfortable way to walk was letting momentum do the work and sending the jiggling masses swinging side to side.

I probably look like I'm in heat. The voice in her head was sarcastic, but squeezing her thighs made her distinctly aware that she was turned on. It was hard not to be, with thoughts of 'Big' sending pleasure pulsating along her clit and Evelyn couldn't help but think about her newly big butt and the familiar weight of her big tits. She had always planned on getting a breast reduction at some point, and she told herself that her sudden appreciation and arousal that had her twisting and groping them wasn't real… no matter how good or right it felt.

The light of the room at the far end was bright as she opened the door, shielding her eyes as she blinked vision back into them. There was a wardrobe rack on one side of the room, drawing her attention as she walked towards it. There were plenty of different outfits and costumes but not a single one looked to be anything other than window dressing, decorating her whore body instead of covering it. Evelyn couldn't stop herself from imagining all the possible naughty and erotic ideas for what she'd look like if she-

A familiar white/red coloring drew her hand to it like a bullet, pulling out what looked to be her costume until she got full sight of it. The uniformed costume she had made for herself and the rest of the Femme Force Five was practical, modest, and comfortable… but the mockery of it in her hand was anything but. Instead of a one-piece full bodysuit with hardy boots, the thong leotard wouldn't cover anything considering the size of her rear and the cleavage opening putting her tits on a shelf while the thigh high platform heels would have her titanic T & A bouncing erotically with every step.

"I thought you needed something a bit more appropriate for the show than your normal uniform."

She almost fell over with how fast she spun around, still unfamiliar with how her body moved, but Evelyn managed to stay up right as she glared behind her cursing. She hadn't cased the room, too distracted with her own problems to realize she wasn't alone. The source of the deep baritone voice was sitting on a large sofa, or what had to be a large sofa considering the massive man was sitting comfortably on it, one leg up on a nearby table and (to her relief) wearing jeans.

A gold tooth glimmered in his wide smile, white and blinding against his skin, dark enough to nearly block out the swirls of tattoos on both of his large biceps and naked, muscled chest. The villain she and her team had thrown in jail not two months ago looked relaxed at the sight of the woman who had beaten him before… more likely than not because in this moment she had stopped as she realized just how… big Big Pimpin' really was.

Evelyn licked her lips, aware that her thighs squeezed together at just the sight of him… and wondering what her reaction would be like if he took that cock of his out.

"Of course you would… and I'm going to guess that my husband and I’s kidnapping was also your fault."

Big P just chuckled deeply, standing up and sending a shiver of lust through her body, trying to tell herself it wasn't real even as another voice in the back of her head told her how hot it would be to ride him to exhaustion and another one told her she didn't have to give a shit about anyone else but her own wants and needs. "Not exactly." He walked toward her, Evelyn forcing herself to stay steady even as her eyes dipped towards the considerable bulge at the front of his jeans. "I definitely paid Arcadia to get you here but she did most of the leg work. I'm assuming your husband was just collateral."

".… and now that I'm here?"

"Well…" Big P stopped right in front of her, his bare chest a wall of dark muscle that had her mouth drying out even as arousal started to wet the place between her thighs. They were unnecessary vanity, Evelyn's own curvaceous form was only lightly muscled but could match him in super strength and durability, and while a part of her wanted to chuck him through a wall again there were others that couldn't help but marvel at the sight of such raw masculinity. That part had her nose flare, inhaling the warm and deep scent of man, making her hand gentle and curious as it reached up to trace a chiseled ab. "I think you're going to want to get dressed properly for the next round if you're still interested in winning."

Cursing, she shook herself from her distracted inspection of the man she had put in jail a few months ago, that version of her more interested in getting home to her loving husband and unburdened by Arcadia's manipulations. Evelyn knew she had to win to go back to the way she used to be, forcing herself into the pornographic copy of her uniform. The twin voices in the back of her mind were in agreement though… Why would she want to go back? She tried to counter that it was ridiculous to even consider it, as if just the slightest reduction in her inhibitions and morals would have her forget that Big Pimpin' was a criminal. To ignore the human trafficking and other charges brought against him just because he was an absolute slab of beef or her memories of the raid that had captured him included finding him nude with the massive cock all but begging her to-

Another deep chuckle vibrated against her skin, and Evelyn realized she had stopped zipping up the thigh high boots to drool in the presence of large and fuckably masculine energy in front of her and he knew it. Balancing carefully, she finished putting on boots, surprisingly comfortable as they sheathed her legs in supple leather and even the stripper platform heels she was standing on felt almost natural. Straightening her body though, she still hadn't quite adjusted for how much momentum her enhanced curves could carry and Evelyn felt herself starting to lose her balance.

Right into the arms of Big P, corded muscle treating her like she weighed nothing as one large hand grabbed her waist and the other a handful of her ass. Her brain faltered and stopped as she leaned against his body for support, firmly aware of just how large everything about him was and delivering that information directly to her pussy and setting it aflame. Even on her high platforms he was still a head taller than her, his chest broad enough to leave no room for her gaze to settle anywhere else. Thick biceps almost swallowed her body in their embrace, and even though his hands were large she could still feel ass-flesh spill around his fingers as he gripped her tightly. By the time her brain had managed to kickstart back to attention he had already readjusted to grab both of her rear cheeks to clap them together and was staring down at her, begging Evelyn to look up.

And then he kissed her.

Devoured really, without a shred of gentleness as he shoved his tongue down her throat and pulled her tight against him, hands groping and massaging her large ass and sending bolts of pleasure through her body. She moaned as one hand glided up behind his head to pull him in closer and the other snaked its way down to find its hardening prize. She could feel the thickness and heat of Big P's cock through the thin material of his jeans and she almost fainted in arousal, the tool between his legs the perfect fit for a man of his name and reputation. A sharp crack and yelp ripped through her as one of his hands had reached back to spank her, the stinging pain making Evelyn moan as she lost herself to the moment.

She shouldn't be pulling out his dick, still hardening to its full length and dripping with mind-melting pre-cum that made her hand slick as she stroked him. She definitely shouldn't be eagerly biting his lip and giggling as he slapped her ass again. For the first time though Evelyn was in agreement with the voices in her head as she let Big P grope and spank her body into submission. Despite the fact that she was a superhero Kenneth was always so gentle and proper with her, but the sensation of pain and pleasure she felt as another wringing spank pushed her into Big P's bulky body was something Evelyn knew she'd only be able to feel thanks to another super… and she loved it.

Evelyn released an embarrassing mewl of displeasure when he pulled back, fighting intrusive thoughts that she should or shouldn't continue stroking his cock. She was Vanguard, the leader of the Femme Force Five known for her power of will and pride… but her arousal was making it hard to think about anything other than letting the man embracing her bend her over and use the massive tool in her hand to make her his bitch.

"As much as I'd like to continue, you're about to be put on stage again and I have to ask if you want an 'accessory' to help you win."

"Huh?" She couldn't think properly, not with his hands on her body and his dick making Evelyn more interested in spreading her legs and having him fuck her into delirious oblivion than continuing on with this charade of a game show.

"Part of Arcadia's little show. If you're still looking to win I'd take me up on the offer… and if not well I can think of a few better ways we can pass the time together Evie."

Fuck.… So could she. The complaint about the shortening of her name died in a moan as he reached up to grope one of her tits with his large hand, roughly tugging one erect nipple between his fingers. No one called her 'Evie', not even her husband. Of course, her husband also didn't treat her like a whore, being far too gentle and lacking in the super-strength to turn her legs into jelly. He also didn't have the type of cock that even without the slickness of addictive cum coating her hand as she stroked had her desperate enough to agree to anything…

The sharp sting and meaty sound of Big P's hand spanking her hard echoed through the room, pushing her moaning body up against him. Evelyn saw stars as tears started to form, her super-durability being put to the test as his hand pulled back to spank her again, sending her big butt jiggling and pain vibrating into her engorged clit only to turn into pleasure as she shivered in lust.

Big P took his other hand off her chest and pulled her head back by the hair so he could devour her mouth again, her own eagerly biting at his lip as she continued to jack his cock with abandon. Evelyn's whole world devolved into the twisted pleasure of the pain from each slap pulsing across her crotch, the rock-hard heat in her hand setting her blood pumping in ecstasy, and the man who was currently dominating her in a way she had never felt before.

Even the part of her that knew he was a criminal, knew she was married, knew that she was supposed to be a heroine was echoing the naughty voices whispering in the back of her mind. Her common sense eroded under desire for more, to surrender her body to the pleasure and the mountain of masculinity that was sending her to heights she'd never been to. He hadn't even fucked her yet, Evelyn's greedy imagination providing her with all the details her heroine side knew about his powers and what they would do to her once he finally gave her what she wanted which was to spread her legs and-

Her orgasm ripped through her body with a fire that had her melting into him, Big P letting his hand linger after a final spank crystallized permanent pressure onto her clit and pulling her into him, pinning her to his sweaty and hard body as she crested one wave and then another. It was only after an alert rang out over a hidden speaker that she needed to return to stage that she finally let herself pull back. Evelyn turned her head, finding a large mirror that reflected the two of them, her enhanced body curvaceous and feminine against the mass of Big P…

He turned her around, letting her take in the two of them standing together, her face full of arousal as she panted. One large hand drifted to her crotch, pulling aside the thin material of her body suit to reveal her puffy, soaked pussy and a new accessory: a red-jeweled piercing on her clit, declaring her obedient submission to him. She loved it, almost as much as Evelyn loved how good she looked leaning up against the villain, like she belonged, and new thoughts and fantasies began flowing through her altered mind, having her biting a lip to keep a moan quiet.

"Guess that's your cue to go." Big P's voice was husky with lust, his hard cock still in her hand and making Evelyn's efforts to resist her arousal almost impossible.

"Yeah…" It took far more strength than she liked to pull her hand back, turning around to exit the way she had come and feeling his gaze scorch her frame as she walked out. Unconsciously, her body made her mince out the door, sending her massive ass to swing side to side seductively. Her mind was too occupied with trying to sort itself back into some form of normalcy. Evelyn couldn't believe what she had just done, what other thoughts and pleasures were waiting in the wings of her mind to make themselves known, and how little she seemed to care.

The slickness of her left hand was difficult to ignore as the dangerous pre-cum of Big P started to dry, Evelyn bringing it up to her face to look at it. She tried to blame the villain's addictive bodily fluids for her loss of composure, her surrender into lust, and to draw some form of strength from the gold band on her ring finger. Instead she brought it closer for a sniff, and then a tentative lick…

And then her mouth and tongue buzzed erotically at contact with the drugged liquid, finding every nook and cranny of her hand for more of the deliciously destructive fluid. The high was gone as quickly as it came though, with barely enough of the stuff to do more than give her a taste of what she could have. Evelyn shivered, staring at her wedding band and finding Kenneth wanting in comparison to the pleasure she had just experienced… and with cool, casual dismissal she pulled it off, letting it bounce unceremoniously to the concrete and her now-bare hand drop to stroke the new piece of jewelry that better declared her allegiances to a pulse of bliss and promise…

* * * * *

Morgan was annoyed as she sorted through the various outfits on the rack, having found the room at the end of the hallway empty of anything else besides the sofa and the clothes. Not that she could really consider them clothes, costumes and suits screaming in their intent to help her along the path towards becoming a submissive slut eager to please.

It sent a shiver down her spine that wasn't entirely fear, a flash of motion drawing her eye to a large mirror she had missed earlier. Her newly formed fit and sexy body seemed to know exactly how to display itself properly, leaning at an angle that made her perfect peach of an ass pop. Her long blonde hair had been what caught her eye, and Morgan didn't like how easy it was to inspect herself for some fault and find none. She shouldn't be this comfortable, the woman in the mirror only having a passing resemblance to what she knew she really looked liked… the stocky brunette policewoman in her mind growing fuzzier with each passing minute.

The click of the door opening shook her out of her reverie, Morgan looking over to see Arcadia walk in, the young villain annoyed at being caught before she masked back up into a confident smile. She shook out her dreads and readjusted the white blazer to better show off her cleavage, drawing Morgan's eye whether she liked it or not and setting off a small flame of heat through her.

"It's the maid outfit if you're wondering."

Arcadia grinned as Morgan poked through the rack again, quickly finding the slutty french maid outfit, the blue color matching her eyes… her changed eyes, and featuring a pair of garter stockings and heels that would make her legs look great under the poofy short skirt. She couldn't stop the tired sigh leaving her that made Arcadia giggle madly, walking over to the white couch to put on the garish costume.

"What is your real game, Aniyah?"

Her mouth dipped into a frown before Aniyah Alvarez's smile grew even wider, pulling off the domino mask to show her twinkling brown eyes. Turns out knowing who she was wasn't going to give Morgan the edge she thought it would.

"That's the thing Detective… this is my real game." The young black woman stalked around the room, watching Morgan with delight as she began to dress herself, pulling one white stocking up a trim leg. "I thought for a moment about using my talents for good… but where is the fun in that? Or the profit. Seriously, the bad guys are fucking loaded and willing to pay out the nose for my very expensive services. Not to mention in this city we both know it’s only a matter of time before the heroes get got."

"And what does that have to do with me? How does it all work?" Dull pleasure vibrated through her fingers as they effortlessly clipped the garters, lacing up the corseted waist underneath the apron with a familiar dexterity Morgan couldn't place since she had never worn something like this before.

"It should be obvious. You were sniffing around my personal life and getting too close for comfort. Honestly for someone smart enough to connect all the loose threads I can't believe you fell for one of the oldest traps in the book. As for how it all works… What do you think, Detective?"

Morgan huffed in annoyance as she continued to dress herself, newly formed cleavage put on a shelf to be displayed with only the thinnest of white cloth keeping her modest. It was mostly a show, this brief interlude giving her a moment to ignore the sensations and thoughts at the edge of her mind and Morgan knew she was close… hovering on an insane idea but…

"Localized reality alteration. You create the game, you create the rules, and while you have some flexibility to keep things running smoothly once the 'show' is on you're stuck playing along just like the rest of us. The need for a space implies you need a physical boundary to tie it to, and while I don't know how you collected Mighty Miss or Vanguard I'm sure it wasn't by tricking them to be on-site like you needed to do with me. After you get them on site though, you trigger a device with its set of instructions and the game begins..."

Aniyah's face had mostly been passive as Morgan worked through the ideas in her head, but the shocked anger she failed to hide was filed away in the detective's mind. There had never been any signs or indications that the woman was a super, and if she had gotten close to how she ran her operation then maybe…

"Hmpf. It was the right idea to get you on the show." The villainess put the domino mask back on her face, breathing in deeply as she clearly tried to take back some confidence from her grinning persona. "And have you any ideas about my dastardly plan?"

"You've sold access to the two heroines to the two supervillains and let the game play out. Whatever actually happens in the game is up to the players and the rules, but you stack the deck in your favor by giving yourself plenty of chances to manipulate our minds and bodies and influence us into whatever the client wants."

She didn't like the look on Arcadia's face as she walked closer, Morgan having managed to put on the maid uniform with minimal problems but feeling exposed considering how much of her was on display and uncomfortable with how right everything felt. She'd never worn heels this high before or a skirt this short but it was like it was designed with her body in mind… or maybe the other way around as she remembered how easily her hands had put the complicated garment on, leaving her with just two ribbons and no idea what to do with them.

"Correct in one Detective. Of course I should mention that in your case I am my own client and well… I'd be remiss to avoid the part of the game where I offer a little something to help guarantee your win. I think it would really tie your new image together…"

Blinking in confusion, Morgan realized that Arcadia was holding something in her hands, and she froze in shock at the burst of lust building up between her thighs. The blue and white collar matched her outfit perfectly, the heavy steel ring connected to a delicate leash that was more decoration than utility. The barest amount of resistance would snap the gossamer strand… but it wasn't a collar for someone who would put up any resistance. Morgan could feel her breath catch in her throat and not out of fear as she looked at the perfect accessory for someone dedicated to obedience and servitude.

It was hard to ignore the images floating in her mind, not with the nearby mirror reflecting a submissive slut in her maid uniform, plush mouth open and eyes hazy with lust. Her hand twitched before she stopped it from moving, trying to force her mind to think about something, anything other than the thought of being gently tugged to her knees, nuzzling her way up the dark thighs of her Mistress so she could worship-

A buzz of laughter pulled her out of her imagination, clearly twisted by Arcadia's machinations as the sly smile was back, smugly watching Morgan try and resist the temptation and what it might mean for her to accept, even if it meant she was guaranteed to win.

"No thank you." Her voice was husky with need and regret, a part of her hating that she wanted it and another hating herself for denying the need flooding her system. What was worse is watching Arcadia's smile grow, as if she knew Morgan wouldn't accept it and what that meant for her chances of escaping.

"Shame… Shame…" The collar and lead vanished into thin air, Morgan stopping a noise of disappointment from leaving her mouth as she worked to steady herself. "Well, the good news is you're still in the lead by a significant margin, and you benefit from having the right costume on."

Arcadia wiped some invisible dust off her immaculate white suit, shaking her long silver dreads out before tying them back into a tall ponytail while an alert dinged off a speaker hidden from sight. "Well that's my queue! Do be a doll and finish up quickly. Wouldn't want you to miss out on the end of the show and your chance for freedom eh?"

She chuckled to herself evilly, leaving Morgan standing there as she slowed her breathing, looking at the returned confidence in the villainess' stride and feeling a pit start to form in her stomach, before looking down at the blue ribbons in her hand.

"Pigtails."

Morgan's eyes snapped up, looking at Arcadia as she was halfway out the door, leering gaze gliding up and down her body and forcing a flush of coloring across the detective's confused expression.

"I like a girl in pigtails. Don't keep us waiting Detective."

Arcadia laughed as she exited the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click and leaving Morgan to her own thoughts. She tried to conjure up the image of what she really looked like again but her mind was dominated by the sexy blonde fucktoy in the mirror, balancing delicately and professionally on sky-high heels. She sighed, down but not out as she centered herself. Morgan still had her brains and her inhibitions in tact, she was in the lead. All she had to do was not let anything else shake her, like how her hands knew how to style her hair into twin pigtails, tying the blue ribbons tight before moving to open the door and move on to the final round…