Miz Majesty gets Conned (M+F Mdom reluc BD, humil, superheroine )

[Valley Vixin]

Wyvern Con was the largest Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Comic book convention in North America.  It was the highlight of the year for everyone from Cosplayers through movie and game makers, it was where the reality that geeks really did run this part of the world, and those who wished their money needed to come to them, and learn their thousand little fandoms if they wanted the vast amounts of disposable income the fanatic fans were willing to spend on their chosen favorites.

This year there was a disturbing rumour, one that flooded the darkweb.  This year Doctor Degrader had promised to attend the conference, with his greatest ever display of power, ingenuity, and perversion.

“This Wyvern Con, I will demonstrate how to break Miz Majesty, and any other heroines who dare face my Degradation Challenge!” DoctorDegrader@eattheworld.com.


Doctor Degrader was a battle armoured supervillain whose mastery of super science and hypnosis had corrupted and enslaved so many high profile business leaders, politicians, scientists and law enforcement officials that he had come close to taking control of whole states before detection.

Unlike most mind control villains, he was no pushover when he was discovered.  His super science abilities had been augmented by every single development that came out of any lab that had even a single secret sexual submissive in it.  In short, his battle armour had every gadget that had ever been dreamed up by superhero, supervillain, government black operations, and corporate shadow warfare units.

There was only one reason he wasn’t already running the state of his choice.  Miz Majesty.

Sacrificing herself to save her world by throwing herself on a rift in space to collapse the wormhole that threatened to end her world, she had fallen to earth with the powers of her whole race manifested and magnified in her young body.

Falling from a higher energy state universe, her body was close to invulnerable to any weapon or force known to man.  While she could not survive in the heart of a star, she had twice braved the photosphere of Sol to rescue failed scientific missions.  While her clothing failed, she emerged clad only in fire and glory from the star both times.

She had the powers of flight and superspeed, she had a mind that processed faster than the combined power of all earths computers and instincts in combat that belonged on a prehistoric hunter.  Being gifted with the power of a goddess among mortals, Miz Majesty felt it was her place to be a living example of what humanity could raise itself to be.  She was the virgin goddess, the purest example of female power, wielding the power to destroy whole cities but refusing to take even a single life.

That and her boobs defied the gravity of earth, quite visibly.  Her powers had allowed her to collapse the material of her original armour, to infuse it with the power of folded space/time to give it the power to resist the energies and forces turned against her.  Physics could be bent with sufficient power, but not broken.  To fold her armour upon itself three times over to create a body suit that would not leave her stark naked in combat, it had to be reduced to one third coverage. 

Essentially she was dressed in a stark white body suit like a one piece bathing suit that left most of her massive cleavage and muscular thighs on display.  The rest of her form was magnificently displayed, with a scarlet belt whose golden buckle formed the M of her name, and matching scarlet half cape with golden braid to cover her shoulders in flight.

While the point of the costume was to maximize the durability of her costume to preserve her modesty, it didn’t preserve that much of it.  It made her the favored pin up for most of the Armed Forces, all the prisons, both male and female, and a good third of all the geeks of both genders that made up the paying population of Wyvern Con.

Every ray, drug, gas, pheromone that Doctor Degrader had used to bend the strongest Heroine to his will had failed to beat Miz Majesties superior biology.  Every weapon had failed to damage her, every attempt to neutralize and drain her powers had resulted in broken machinery, captured goons, and another arrest for Doctor Degrader.

For Doctor Degrader, Miz Majesty was his unobtainable goal.  His perfect woman.  The White Whale to his Captain Ahab.  In recognition of the very real potential to go insane obsessing over Miz Majesty, Doctor Degrader had sworn to himself to let her be, to leave her alone and move on.

He decided to take a few months off and relax.  He had more than enough money to never commit another crime beyond the tax evasion.  He was going to step away from his supervillain life to step into his supergeek life.  I mean, in high school and university he was the weeb of weebs, gamer, hacker, into all the really cutting edge fantasy and sci fi that was pushing the envelope of the possible.

Honestly, being a supervillain was kind of boring after a while.  I mean if it wasn’t for Miss Mammaries and her extra terrestrial tits and soul crushing ass were not waving there in his face, grinding him down into defeat to the point he worried about developing a submissive side if that kept up, he would have quit ages ago.

Sweet Satan on a pitchfork but his balls ached to break Miz Majesty.  She was everything he hated about the bullshit lies of our whitewashed history.  I mean, the American Dream was made up by the rich to keep the field hands happy thinking one day their kids could have it all.  There kids could run the industries the rich owned, that was all the dream offered.

Unless you stole a piece of the dream yourself.  I mean, the billionaires didn’t get there playing fair.  Why should he?  Miz Majesty didn’t see it that way. I mean, if you are a goddess, the world is fair.  Who would steal from you?  Who would infringe on your patents, steal your research, use legislation to take your materials and technology for government use without a dime in recompense?  No, that shit was just for lesser mortals like him.

Miz Majesty didn’t understand.  He would love to make her understand.  He would love to make her do his entire minion corps, on camera, then paint those pretty blue eyes in cum, giving her the mask she was too proud to wear.

He really needed to let off some steam in the convention.  That super chick was definitely getting in his head.

There was a solution.  Leading up to the Wyvern Con he decided to get back into the scene, find out what was new and exciting.  What he found was a whole lot of slash lit, outright porn written about him and Miz Majesty.

There wasn’t really much choice.  He had to get in on it.  I mean who is the expert at scenes of peril with Miz Majesty if not Doctor Degrader.

He had his official email address DoctorDegrader@eattheworld.com.  Time to make build his geek cred again under a new handle DoctorDegrader@legitmail.com.  I mean, what the hell, he reserved all the DoctorDegrader extensions when a new carrier came out, just to keep the cringeworthty wannabes from using his name.

Why not use one to interact with the Miz Majesty Peril community and give them some real ideas about what Doctor Degrader would do to her if he could?

There was a lot of Miz Majesty slash lit, and a lot of the writers were eager young women who both idolized Miz Marvel and secretly got off on the idea of being her when Doctor Degrader finally got her at his, well, not-mercy.

He started to chat with them.  Started to co-write fiction with them.  They started to send him unsolicited cosplay pics.  Really hot ones.  I mean none of them were Miz Majesty, taller shorter, rail thin or soccer mom plump, Asian, African, Indian, it seemed every woman thought they were Miz Majesty on some level, even if the blonde haired blue eyed Aryan postergirl had a distinctive physiology, each of the cosplayers caught enough of her spirit to make him hard.

He had to make a cosplay version of his own armour.  I mean its harder than it looks.  He had to find a way to make fake versions of his own armour that looked both more Doctor Degrader than the real thing, but wouldn’t accidentally vaporize half the convention if he lost control while titty fucking a Miz Majesty cosplayer in the “Defeated After Dark” event that happened at Midnight on Wyvern’s famous Day 2.

He settled for a training set.  He pulled out the major weapons, but it went against his evil genius grade to put nothing back.  Besides, the slash lit group had some seriously sick young and not so young women in it.  They devised bondage and sexual torture devices he wouldn’t have thought of in a million years.  Then once inspired by them, he adapted some of the armours battle functions for measuring and maximizing female pleasure and pain both.

It took a lot to simulate breaking an invulnerable superheroine on normal human women, but they had demanded he break their will and their minds, while pushing their bodies to the limit in the fantasy that they were living the final fall of Miz Majesty.

Who was he to say no.  Besides, he might finally get that bitch off his mental back.  I mean, how long could he obsess about any one unobtainable woman before he lost his own confidence.  A few more defeats and he might turn sub boy, and to hell with that.  He was Doctor Degrader.  He broke bitches, he wasn’t planning on being one.

So turned on and distracted, he posted to the superheroine slash lit group;

“This Wyvern Con, I will demonstrate how to break Miz Majesty, and any other heroines who dare face my Degradation Challenge!”

In his haste and arousal, he didn’t notice he was using his main supervillain account used for ransom demands and evacuation notices, not his geek superheroine peril writer alternate account.

In the Hall of Justice, Miz Majesty was handed the warning.

“Contact the organizers of Wyvern Con.  I can’t let Doctor Degrader set up inside the convention.  Hidden among so many normal people dressed as him, or his minions, copies of me and copies of all the other heroes and villains it would be too dangerous to bring a group in to take him down.  There are too many chances of innocents being hurt.

No.  Tell the organizers that I will require an all access pass.  Instead of closing the con down for safety which we should do.  I will enter, disguised in my own costume as just another cosplayer.  If the real Doctor Degrader is there, I will take him down, this time it ends.”

What she didn’t tell the other members of the Hall of Justice is that she was dying to go to Wyvern Con.  There had been things she caught in some of her online searches, things in some of the disgusting fiction that were details that only Miz Majesty or Doctor Degrader and thugs could have known about.  There was a fair chance that someone writing the Doctor Degrader slash lit was part of the good doctors own scientists or mercenary support group.  She began to follow the forums to collect the information they let slip.

She told herself that was the only reason.  In fact, due to details given in the slash lit, she had foiled no less than three of his plans when the porn stories included details of targets he hadn’t hit yet, complete with details about how the Doctor would defeat the security, or what the targets concealed.

She only lurked of course.  It was beneath her to give any support to the porn writers sullying her reputation as Miz Majesty.

She had to admit though, she had started touching herself while reading some of it.  I mean it was just fantasy, not real.  Being Miz Majesty she attracted two types of men, the creepy worshipers, and the rich and famous who thought somehow their celebrity status made them someone smarter, stronger, and faster than any five human beings who had ever lived.  She didn’t date, but she had urges.

Urges she found locked on the fiction of Doctor Degrader doing unspeakable, although in ten thousand words or so they could give it a pretty good try, things to her.  It only made her hit him harder next time she fought him.  Guilty over her own secret sexual release from the fantasy of being broken by him, she only broke and humiliated him harder in their next fight.

Thank goddess he had no clue she got wet thinking about him these days.  I swear, if he had a clue, she would have to murder the little creep before he could mock her for it.  She was invulnerable in the flesh, but her spirit was as vulnerable as anyone else, and she wasn’t proud of her desires.

[Valley Vixin]

Miz Majesty descended to the rooftop to meet the convention organizers and facility managers.  In a world where any superpowered being was treated as a celebrity, imitations were inevitable.  Rather than waste time trying to establish credentials, as if there was some sort of driver's licence category for godlike superbeing, she felt it best to arrive in such a fashion as to get all questions out of the way up front.  Not to mention terrify the handsy little men who looked upon what little fabric of her armour was left after sufficient spatial compression to make it dense enough to survive her use, and got bad ideas.

She descended from heaven, like the goddess she was.  She could have landed silently and without any fanfare, but that would accomplish nothing.  Instead she allowed her body to glow with the brilliance of another sun in the sky, a golden aura around her white clad form as she descended like the sun given form.  Settling onto the earth with the grace of a falling rose petal, her breasts heaved as she sighed at the usual rapture her arrival had caused in the audience of six men and a woman.  She allowed the electromagnetic power of her eyes to bleed into static discharge as her hair raised in a halo.  Her eyes leaked living lightning as she scanned the whole of the building at full power, looking for any traps or intentionally shielded areas.

Satisfied that the convention hall was just that, a convention hall in the middle of preparation for the largest science fiction and comic convention in North America, Wyvern Con, Miz Majesty stepped forward to greet her hosts, red half cape flapping behind as she prepared to begin her infiltration mission.

"Greetings.  I am Miz Majestic.  I have seen the same thing you have.  Doctor Degrader has promised to appear in the convention with the intention of demonstrating his heroine breaking devices.  As you know, several heroines have succumbed to him in the past.  What you do not know is that those who were not permanently and organically superhuman did not survive the experience.  Only I have the power to be unaffected by his devices.  If merely mortal women like those that attend these conventions, were to be mistaken for the real heroines and submit to any of his torments thinking them nothing but convention cosplay games, the consequences would be both literally and legally catastrophic."

The truth was they were all fine, the ones that broke retired as heroines and became sex professionals due to Doctor Degrader induced submissive nymphomania with a humiliation kink.  It wasn't magical or technical, it wasn't forced.  It was the effect of his having them long enough to train their body to break their own mind with pleasure. Those reward loops were something the broken chose to reenforce for themselves until there was no mind left at all.  Some heroines recovered, some did not.  Those whose bodies were artificially enhanced through magical or technical means just had bodies more powerful than the minds that rode them.  This made them the Doctors rightful prey.  Miz Majesty was different.  Her mind was as superior as her body.

The woman in front pushed back the glasses that made her look more like Velma than many who cosplayed her gulped and pushed forward an "All Access" Wyverncon badge.

"Here Miz Majesty ma'am.  With this you can go anywhere, skip any lineup, and if you push the tab on the back security will answer and accept any orders for information, evacuation or lockdown that you need to give.  This convention is the most important one for our community, not just locally, but nationally.  We can't afford any costly legal issues, nor can we take any chances with our convention goers lives."

Miz Majesty smiled.  This was going to go so smoothly.

Doctor Degrader looked at his armour modifications.  Some of the stuff the slash lit writers had suggested was too good not to include, even if some of it were totally unworkable.

The use of the sonic hyperwave inducers from his thunderpunch gauntlets as a vibrator was one that terrified him.  I mean, he used those to shatter bank vaults and stone walls.  The sonics in them were designed to allow him to punch someone like Miz Majesty and put her down.  It flattened Savage Steel, put that metal skinned muscle head into the hospital for six weeks when he responded to a trap set for Miz Majestic.  Sure the guy could bench press an Abrams tank, but he was no Miz Majestic.  He even knocked her down with them.

Doctor Degrader smiled, growing hard remembering her on her knees before him.  Then blanched remembering how she put an uppercut into his junk that put him in the hospital until Savage Steel got out.  Yes, that much power in a vibrator could turn an woman's insides into paste, rather than bring her to orgasm.  He could make it work though, he would have to use the palm induction buffers to step the power down to something only twice as powerful as the top of the line commercial models, but with his tactical computer and biometrics to analyze responses and tailor pulse cycles and intensity to maximize victims pleasure.  Honestly, he could set it on "terminal edge" and literally take a woman to the edge a thousand times, stopping just as she thought she was going to get over this time.

He would give a kidney to have the real Miz Majesty at his mercy like that, but lets face it, she would just crush his gauntlets if he tried, like she did every time.

Doctor Degrader snarled, remembering his "great idea" with the palm buffers synergistic loop power siphon/nerve induction.  The idea was that when Miz Majesty grabbed his hands with hers. locking fingers together to test her god like strength against his best body armour, he could use her power to induce nerve pain in her hands so she would have to stop before pinning and binding him for arrest (again).  Instead, it worked too well and she spasmed her hands into fists in surprise, with his hands in them.  Six months it took in rehab before he could even jack off again, let alone type enough to program his computers for the next armour version.

Still, maybe he could rig them to siphon power from the target and use it to stimulate pleasure nerves?  I mean he wouldn't even have to adjust it.  Young strong fit women would have more power, and get more stimulated.  Less physically able women would get less bang for the buck, but he wouldn't put a horny grandmother with a heart condition into cardiac arrest just with a little nipple play or a quick finger bang in either door.  He was fully hard now, just thinking about it.  I mean, Doctor Degrader loved shiny young innocent girls as much as the next guy, but watching a proud Congresswoman, CEO, or military officer screaming in pleasure and begging to serve him and his minions as sexual playthings was WHY he became a supervillain.

What was it that Hucow21 had asked for on the slash lit site again?  Ah yes, a milking machine for Miz Majesty's giant class jugs.  Why not couple that with the pleasure siphon/induction his palms would have.  He bet he could actually tune them to induce lactation if he let them cycle for a few minutes.  I mean they would cycle the pleasure up to a point the particpants would have to have a safe button to press if it got too much, but some of these women would be brave enough to stand up to as it cycled high enough to be squirting from two nipples and slut hole both!  Gods but he loved his community.

Honestly if he went legit he would be a legal billionaire.   He did this because he loved breaking powerful women, giving them pleasure that broke their brains and left them begging to be used by him and anyone he designated.  What man could turn that down for simple riches and fame?  That was trash.  Breaking powerful women was better than drugs, glory or riches.  Miz Majesty was a living goddess, and if he can't have her, at least he can spend a weekend in a convention filled with perverts just like himself who loved the sacred mystery of a goddess on her knees, a domina in chains, a queen covered in cum.  Freaky geeks, nyppho nerds, men and women, young and old, all races, these were his people.  Sure Miz Majesty thought he needed therapy, but she needed a good lay.  At least the women he had his way with left satisfied.

He looked upon his epic device.  It was going to be the centerpiece of his Wyvern Con After Dark Degradation Dungeon.  It could hold four heroines, Miz Majesty in the center, three heroines bound, one to her left, one to her right, and one beneath her.  She would be suspended for full access to front and back, both helpless and maximally displayed.  He had put up a sign in sheet with time slots available and it was looking like he would have to limit the slots to half hour a piece as there was so much interest from the female and transfemmes in being bound either as Miz Majesty cosplayers, or as other heroines bound in character with her.

The males playing either heroes or villains all had their choices for targets.  Miz Majesty, Batbrat, Night Panther, Amazing Amazon, and a dozen others.  The times each were scheduled to be bound in the device would be posted so sign ups would match tormentor to target with maximum satisfaction for all.  The women signing up were often proud professional feminists, intelligent and capable women whose very strength of mind allowed them to embrace their sexual needs to make their fantasy real for a night.  They had courage Miz Majestic could never understand.  They were sexual deviants, sure, but they lived their truth.  They took the risk of public shame to be real and true, even if only for one night.  He loved these people.

Society was fake, morality was a mask for greed and justification for control by a system more corrupt than he ever could be.  He rejected it.  Rejected false morality and the desire for wealth and status that was supposed to be the goal of power.

Money was fake, cum was real.

He was going to bring his people to a paradise of sexual bliss undreamed of by the gods themselves.  Plus, there was a good chance he could get an autograph from Julie Newmar.  Her Catgirl had changed his sexuality when he was in grade school

No, for once in his supervillain career, this was not about Miz Majesty. This was about geeks letting their freak flag fly, and a good time being had by all.

This was going to go so smoothly.

[Valley Vixin]

Chapter 3 Con-fusion and the chase

Miz Majesty looked like a goddess hewn from the ice of a distant planet and blessed with the love and power of a living sun.  She had a lifetime of battle, of dealing with those in political, economic, or physical power who desired to use and possess her and the power she represented.  What she did not have experience with was crowds.

What surrounded her was something out of her worst nightmare.  Horrors from the pit, aliens from beyond, and a hundred copies of every real hero and villain she had ever known, along with dozens of purely fictional, stalked the halls.

Each moved with frenetic energy.  They dashed to panels, they dashed to game tournaments, to hospitality suites, to autograph lineups, to merchandise tables, and to screenings of every niche and genre film, including some in incredibly poor taste that bordered on PORN!

She saw a dozen copies of herself.  From a ten year old girl, to a grandmother, a boy, a girl who must weigh twice what she did, white, black, native, each of them in a costume they had clearly made themselves with the limit of the skills and materials they had access to.

Honestly, she saw one on a cross dressing man, and another on a middle aged woman about twenty pounds off fighting weight that were actually far more attractive, idealized version of the skin suit she wore as armour.

Four times she almost struck out a killing blow at Doctor Degrader, or the Crimson Blade, stopping only a picosecond from a civilian death when she realized they were only cosplayers.  Twice she froze paralyzed by the near miss, only to find flashing from all sides showing dozens of cameras catching the iconic confrontation.

Retreating from the chaos to the upper deck to get away from the press of humanity, she came to a deck where only costumed characters strode.  Each was tended by a line of eager fans waiting to take a picture of their cherished idol.

She saw with horror that Doctor Degrader himself was standing at the point of one of those lines.  She could use her enhanced vision to see the microfractures in the left pectoral plate.  Under anything but a full magnetic flux test the plate would appear perfect, but she recognized the damage from the strike of their last battle, still undetected and unrepaired.

Two giggling girls, although they had to be college age or just past, dressed as Sailor Defenders came to the front of the line and begged to pose with him.

For five minutes she watched as he posed with them in battle scene, campy promotional poses, and finally after a whispered conversation and blush, in a perfect recreation of the Valentines Day Debacle.

She saw him take the pretend Sailor Defender in her sailor suit/school uniform superheroine costume by the throat with his left hand, and with his right hand cup her sex.  A strange pink glow filled his gauntlet and the girl’s eyes went wide an wild, causing her to grab Doctor Degrader by both shoulders and pull him in for a fierce kiss she held until her whole body shook and shuddered in what was clearly a glove induced orgasm that left her unable to stand.

Miz Majesty remembered the Valentines Day Debacle.  She had been masturbating to some of the erotic literature written about her and Doctor Degrader when the call came in that he was robbing the Electric Vehicle and Technology firm Techla.

She probably would have been fine if she had already orgasmed, but she rushed out having only edged, and when Doctor Degrader told her what he was going to do with her once he defeated her, she lost focus for a second.  He grabbed her by the throat, and for a second, she wasn’t the real her, she was the hypersexualized version the sick fans created, and she sometimes pretended was true.  He held her helpless, not from his power, but from sexual confusion, even grabbing her by the sex, his finger caressing her pussy through her armour until one of the minions had brought her back to her senses by hitting her with a taser strong enough to give a rhino a heart attack or resuscitate King Tut.  It reminded Miz Majesty she was in battle not bedroom and she punched both Doctor and minion unconscious.

Of course security footage leaked, and it became an iconic scene. Nothing would help but the first girl’s friend demanded the same treatment.  Doctor Degrader’s lineup began to grow and Miz Majesty was about to punch him unconscious when a little girl in Miz Majesty costume pranced up to him.

Prepared to protect the little girl from the perverted Doctor, she was unprepared to see him fall to his knees to put himself on her level and begin praising her cosplay, spending several exciting minutes discussing how she found cost effective solutions inside her budget to produce a cosplay he praised as being more wonderful than the real thing.

The pervert of a minute ago was absent, and Doctor Degrader sounded like any one of the geeks around the convention, even perhaps one of the nicer ones.

The next set of pictures he posed for were with Miz mini Majesty kicking Doctor Degraders ass, recorded in her father’s phone camera.  As the father went to leave, Doctor Degrader took him aside and handed him a USB stick.

Sure now that the Doctor’s evil would show, she enhanced her senses to catch what the pervert wanted with the young girl.  What she heard was disturbing.

“Sir, your daughter’s cosplay is amazing.  I have my own high definition cameras and automatic filters capturing this whole area, so I had high resolution version, with glare removal and even some minor optical effect filters for comic style special effects made during our shoot.  Here is a copy for her.  Feel free to share them.”

Now she was confused.  He was evil.  He was a monster who degraded women of virtue as a sport.  He didn’t praise and empower little girls in their hobby and craft work.

“Excuse me miss, can I have a photo?  I am the biggest Miz Majesty fan, and your cosplay is amazing.  One of the top ten I have seen here?”

Turning in anger to slap down the fool who thought she was only among the top ten imitators of herself, she found a quiet serious man in his mid forties holding a camera that cost as much as some cars with the love of a warrior for his weapon, or artist for his brushes.

Glancing back, Doctor Degrader had left the floor and returned to the con.  Sighing, Miz Majesty began smiling for her photo ops.  While she didn’t do interaction with normal people, she did press photo ops. If the Doctor got away, well, she knew where he would be at Midnight.  The Degradation Challenge.

[Valley Vixin]

Chapter 4 : The Degradation Challenge

The sign out front of Wyverncon’s main event floor was bright, bold, and hard for Miz Majesty to process.

“Closed for Age Restricted event.  No digital recording permitted.  Medical waivers required. Clean STI paperwork required. 

Costume required, NO UNMASKING, No out of character interactions permitted, no exceptions.  All items of costume save those required for sexual activity are to remain on.  No unmasking of faces of any bound or unresponsive cosplayer. 

This is the Degradation challenge, safe BDSM is NON OPTIONAL.  We are here to violate everything but your limits. Limits respected, after care required.  Limits enforced by Doctor Degrader himself, so violators will be thoroughly violated.”

Miz Majesty looked at the sign, done boldly over a picture of Doctor Degrader in his smug conquest pose, this one taken with Senator Margorie Taylor Queen topless and kneeling between his legs facing the camera with a ball gag in her mouth.

Miz Majesty still had mixed feelings about rescuing that one, but heroes don’t chose victims, they save them.

“Who would pay to take part in something like this?  No sane woman would volunteer for this.”  Miz Majesty muttered, louder than she thought.

“You would be surprised.”  Said a voice behind and below her.  She turned to see a woman in a power wheelchair, her face was covered by an Eagle mask and wings emerged from a harness on her back, running beside the wheels of the chair she required to move.  Miz Majesty scanned the face beneath the mask with her more intense active vision and she gasped.

“Sentry!”  She gasped, giving the call sign of the computer hacker, powerful telepath, and controller of the cities SWAT and intelligence assets, as well as the link to the superhero community.

The woman raised her hand, and tapped her mask.

“No.  Here I am Eagle Girl, superheroine and crime fighter.  Here I am an alien warrior , a living angel who is here to be dragged down to earth and tormented with all the sexual depravity no good girl could ever ask for, but most of us need.  Don’t judge Majesty.  Even though my injuries left me half a woman, here, tonight, I am woman enough, heroine enough to make my dreams, and the dreams of those men who dream of breaking Eagle Girl come do dark MAJESTIC life.”

“So, whatever you are planning on doing, don’t do it until the rest of us mere mortals have had our night to dream.  We can’t all be you.  Tonight, tonight we can pretend to be like you, and Doctor Degrader is going to make that happen.

Maybe you should sign up.  You might learn a little something.  I won’t tell anyone the real you was here.  I mean, this is literally the only time and place you could pretend to be someone else in that stupidly sexy costume, acting like the virgin goddess of violence and etiquette, and someone would actually believe you.”

Picking up the magic wand vibrator she had in her holster instead of the mace Eagle Girl usually bore, she waved at the doors.

“OPEN the doors, minions of evil.  Eagle Girl is here to see everyone gets what they deserve!”

Two of what Miz Majesty realized were real Doctor Degrader goons, opened the door for her, and bowed her in like visiting royalty.

Flashing her all access pass, Miz Majesty strode through behind, only to feel one of the goons goose her tight little tushy with an impudent hand.  The doors closed behind her before she cold respond.

Everyone was mingling on the main floor looking at the large apparatus, like a mini stage of bars and machinery, benches and lights, tentacles and totally unnecessary indicator lights and spinning dials.

The main stage looked like a cross between a stair master and bondage device.  Arm and leg bars anchored independently, a soft cushioned rest for the stomach leaving the torso above  free, and the waist free as well.

The arms and legs bars were topped by huge bronze chains that ran to stands on the sides where similar half cage installations on the ground floor left and right were for other participants strapped to a backrest with legs spread to sit.  There was another under the stage, for one to lie suspended beneath the main victim.

Doctor Degrader worked the crowd.  Glad handing the men and women alike, the women, more often than not rushed in for a hug and a grope of the good Doctors junk.  This time not clad in the usual armoured cup, but a studded leather breakaway cover that had to be exaggerating its contents.

Miz Majesty snarled, on her way to put an end to this nonsense when the door opened, and Doctor Degrader’s minions pounded the floor with their shock staffs and bellowed loudly for attention.

“All hail, the great one comes.  All kneel in reverence to Stan Glee, father of us all!”  The minions bellowed.

Miz Majesty saw with shock that Doctor Degrader was as shocked as everyone else.  The man who strode in must be eighty if a day.  A thin old man with a thick grey moustache and glasses, a quick grin and a face known from the back of the comics he created (including one of her), and from cameos in every superhero movie made from his characters even today.

The great Stan Glee was part of this?  Miz Majesty stopped half way to Doctor Degrader, and watched her chance to stop things slip away.

Doctor Degrader ran to the front of Stan Glee and dropped to one knee dramatically, asking.

“What is thy bidding, my master.”  He said in a deep voice, with the utterly unnecessary sounds of a respirator device his armour didn’t need.

Stan Glee slapped Doctor Degrader on the shoulder and said simply.

“Show me how it works old boy.  I’m too old to really take part, but the mind is still sharp, and seeing all these boys and girls all costumed up and living the dream, why I feel young enough that I had to see it myself just once before I died.”

Half the women in the room were in tears, and not a small number of men.  Miz Majesty wondered why a comic writer inspired more devotion that the Pope or President, both of which failed to impress her at all.  She shrugged, and decided to follow and at least learn which of his death traps were in the device so she could protect the women here from it.

“You see sir, the main seat is for Miz Majesty.  The top cosplayers of Miz Majesty can sign up for time slots, the convention staff requested the first one for their special guest and Con Staff cosplayer you see behind you,”  Doctor Degrader said, pointing back at me, with my All Access pass on display.

“No woman can withstand this amount of pleasure long, so I anticipate regular changeovers so all the top Miz Majesty players will get their chance in the seat.  Beside are side stages for other superheroines, and one below for mobility challenged superheroines, because our community is inclusive damn it.  Everyone gets a chance to shine tonight.”

Stan Glee nodded firmly, pointing at the Eagle Girl in the wheel chair and giving her a solid thumbs up.

“Now watch as we fasten our heroines in.  If you will look at Batchick and Amazing Amazon hooked up at the side, they have my palm induction devices below them for direct nerve induction to couple with the restraints.  They are powered by the feedback from Miz Majesty’s crown position, so whatever pleasure she feels, they will feel as well.  This way when she cums herself into oblivion, we can switch everyone else out at once.   Lets get Miz Majesty hooked up.”

Miz Majesty sneered at Doctor Degrader as she was lead forward.  She felt the cuffs go around her legs and wrists, and felt herself strapped into the device.  The chains were steel covered in gold bronze to look fantasy, and could withstand about six tons of force.  In other words, they had as little chance of restraining Miz Majesty as children’s paper chains.

“Hold this, Miz Majesty.  This is your stop button.  If at any time the pleasure is too much, or the position is getting hard for you, just push this button and we will get you out.  Don’t worry, you could drive a truck over it and it wouldn’t break.”

That was cute, Miz Majesty thought.  As if ANY pain could beat her.

Doctor Degrader powered up the seat beneath her, and she could feel a stirring in her loins.  She was prepared to resist his nerve induction pain.  The worst pain he could give her she could resist for hours.  Pain she had lots of experience with.  The second it reached a level that was a threat to a normal human woman, she would put an end to this.  There was no risk to it at all really.  She didn’t blink when he fastened some sort of ring gag in her mouth.  Wasn’t that nice!  No risk of suffocating the ring was open in the middle enough to stick something half as thick as your wrist through.  The biggest risk she had was drooling on her costume!

Everything really was going smoothly!

Stan Glee looked at the apparatus and asked.  “What is to keep Miz Majesty from just ripping the chains off and stopping all of her fellow heroines from their shocking degradation and cum and fun filled evening?  You know she is the Princess of Priss and would stop everyone’s fun, no matter how much she needs it.”

Stan Glee asked, as he caressed Miz Majestic’s perfect ass absently.

Doctor Degrader hit a key and the whole stage when transparent, showing the chains running from Miz Majesty’s wrists to the neck collars on the other bound heroines beside and below her.

“If Miz Majesty pulls too hard on those chains, she will rip the heads of her fellow heroines clean off.  Why there is nothing she can do but sit their and try to resist the Degradation Challenge!

Mwahahahahahahahah!”

Doctor Degrader hit a key and the inducers all sprang to life. 

“Don’t worry though, I have a safety pin in each chain.  They can’t actually hurt any of the women below unless the one in the hot seat can snap a cotter pin rated for two tons.  Safety first!”  Doctor Degrader said piously.

It wasn’t pain.  Waves of pleasure arced and sparked across her sex as the inducer began stealing her energy and recycling it as sexual pleasure, which generated more energy that lit the pads of Bat Chick, and Amazing Amazon to left and right, and Eagle Girl below.  Low desperate moans sounded from all four women as the pleasure began to ramp up, and Miz Majesty felt the first stirring of panic.

Doctor Degrader stretched the surprisingly tough fabric of the Convention staff Miz Majesty’s costume to free her amazing tits.  He offered Stan Glee one milking machine cup as he took the other.

“These are something a reader came up with in a letter to me.  She asked for something that could induce the same pleasure in Miz Majesty’s tits as the palm inducers do in her pussy and ass, but stimulating milk production at the same time.”

Stan Glee was fondling, then sucking on the proffered breasts of Miz Majesty who tried to speak around the ring gag in her mouth, a wild look in her eyes as the eighty year old inventor of Arachnid Man, the Incredible Bulk, and the amazing X Rated sucked on her tits like a starving man.  Her nipples became hard, and it became hard to think.

Once her nipples were fully engorged, he popped the suction cup on her nipple and the milking machine began its evil work.  The pleasure induction worked like a charm, and as it drew power from her, the power to all the machines doubled and redoubled, the women beginning to howl and buck as the pleasure of a superhuman began to work on their mortal bodies.

Doctor Degrader looked into Miz Majesty’s wide terrified eyes and the ghost of his rage, his frustration, and the darker, crueler aspects of his nature came to fill his soul.  He tapped the button, and the portion of his mask over his face withdrew.

“Miz Majesty, I have hated you since I first saw you.  Hated you for everything you were, that I must have, that I could never have.  I hated you, I hunted you, I battled you.  In the end, the truth is I had to put you in chains because from the first time I met you, I was your slave.  You are the only woman I could ever love.  My one and only failure.  My love.”

He pushed his face to her and kissed her so hard his tongue raped her mouth and her mind went away.  She was lost in both the sensation of his kiss, and the power of his admission.  He just confessed his love to a fake, the closest he could ever come to saying those words to the real thing.  He didn’t know who she was, and she didn’t dare break out or she would kill those poor innocent cosplaying girls by accident.

She had to endure, had to beat the degradation challenge.

“Doctor Degrader, Doctor please, please let me eat Miz Majesty’s pussy!”  A familiar voice screamed, the pleasure of a superhuman hammering through the body of a disabled woman must be shattering her sanity for her own police ally was begging a supervillain for the right to eat Miz Majesty’s captive pussy, knowing what the feedback loops could do to her mind, to her body.  That was insane!”

“Doctor Degrader is here to support all superior women joining the cause of breaking other bitches.  Well said Eagle Girl.  Let me deliver you the pussy of the gods!”  He shouted, keying a command on his gauntlet.

Eagle Girl slid under the crotch of Miz Majesty, and unlike anyone else in the room, she knew the concealed controls to release the bindings of the armour, opening the seal to leave her crotch and ass exposed.

Beneath the Eagle mask she grinned, then gave the comics Eagle cry, and brought her tongue to plunge into Miz Magestic, even as her mace like magic wand was pressed into the heroines swelling clit.

Miz Majesty screamed in her ring gag, and milk began to shoot out of her nipples.

Stan Glee was too old to take part in most of the festivities, but he would not be the man he was if he let the chance to suck milk from Miz Majesty’s titties pass him by.  A man has to die of something!

Yanking the milking machine off cruelly, he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked.  Power coursed through him like the bite of a radioactive spider, and he felt his strength magnify by eight, he felt power and energy coursing through him as he sucked and sucked. 

More importantly, he felt his long dormant cock begin to swell.  Longer and harder than it had ever been, potent and proud as any porn starts.

He slapped the milking machine back on her Super Tit and called out to Doctor Degrader.

“My boy, you have the real thing here.  She really is Miz Majesty.  I took a drink of her breast milk and I have a cock like the Incredible Bulk and feel so horny I could crawl on the walls, what should I do?”

Doctor Degrader smiled, his heart on the point of bursting, but his mind like a tactical computer, if sex not murder was the goal.

He hit a control and the top half of Miz Majesty lowered, putting her ring gagged face directly at the level of the old comic genius crotch.

“Sir, I think you should follow your creative impulses!”

As Doctor Degrader moved to the back of Miz Majesty, he ran his hands over her tight little ass, then began to spank it.

“I will give you a challenge Miz Majesty.  I will spank you, not fuck you.  I won’t adjust a single setting on the machine, right now your own sexual hunger is powering it.  I will simply take whip to your fine ass.  That is all.  Just a whip.

I will whip you like the slave that you are, and if you truly are here to become my slave, to be broken and degraded until you are nothing but my mindless fuck puppet, then you will cum simply by my spanking.

If my whip does not own your ass, then simply press the button and I will let you free.  If this isn’t what you are truly here for, then either prove you are unmoved by not cumming, or prove you are a coward by pushing the button.”

He began to whip her ass.  As he did, he sipped a container full of the milk they had milked from her.  He could feel his body growing stronger, his mind sharper, and that odd tearing sound was……..yes, his leather jock just ripped open by the power of his hardening cock.

Stan Glee was face fucking Miz Majesty like a man of twenty, like a bull in rut, and she was beginning to lap at his cock, her tongue not resisting but assisting as he used her through the ring gag.

Eagle Girl moved her masked face up, so her mouth closed on Miz Majesty’s clit, and she began to suck as Miz Majesty began to buck wildly against her restraints.

Miz Majesty felt something building, not like an orgasm, something bigger.  If an orgasm was like a wave in the bathtub, this was like a Tsunami at sea.  It was rushing towards her and she didn’t know if she could withstand it. 

She couldn’t think.

It hit, she spasmed.  She crushed the safe button, and came.

Her eyes blazed with lightning leaking from the sockets in a spiderweb of power, her mouth opened wide and filled with warmth and light from a core that shone like the sun, blasting Stan Glee back out of her mouth and bathing his cock in her god-energy.

Screaming “Excelsior!”  Stan Glee painted Miz Majesty’s face with his cum.  Staggering back and raising his hands like a championship boxer.

Doctor Degrader had been plying his whip so hard with his new found super strength that he had lost himself in the sight of actual red marks on her perfect invulnerable ass when the orgasm hit.  It hit, and she spasmed.

He was almost too slow. She yanked on the chains with the force of a dockyard crane, the cotter pins snapped and only his power armour and new super strength enabled him to stop her yanking the heads off the two costumed cosplaying heroines who were screaming in their own superhuman orgasms.

He strained to hold her, until frantic commands blew the explosive bolts on her writs chains.

She slumped forward, and screamed, this time a corona of her power forming, lighting her up like the sn and blowing a twenty foot hole in the ceiling.

“Holy shit, its really her.  Doctor Degrader really has broken Miz Majesty!”

Doctor Degrader screamed at her, forgetting everything except the near death in that moment.

“Are you crazy?  You could have killed someone!”  He shouted.

“Fuck me Doctor.  Degrade me, break me, just for goddess sake, FUCK ME!”  Miz Majesty screamed as Eagle Girl sucked her cum as fast as she could squirt, but neither her tongue, nor the pitiless pleasure inducing machines did anything to stop the ever rising pleasure taking her beyond orgasm to soul destroying levels of bliss.

His cock stayed on task, and with a grunt, he used his new super strength to grab her ass and drive his cock into Miz Majesty’s virgin super cunt.

He had been in the grip of her super strength before, and frequently thought it might kill him.  He had never been INSIDE it before.  She was pulling him in like she was swallowing his cock with her pussy.  If he hadn’t had the milk to fortify him, she would have crushed his cock and pulled it right off him.  Now he felt powerful enough to do what he had lived his whole life wanting to do.

Fuck Miz Majesty into submission.  To break her, degrade her.  Own her.

He began to pump his cock into her, each thrust deeper, each thrust harder.  He began to power his gauntlets both with the pleasure inducer and the vibrator.  He worked first one, then two fingers up her ass, adding the pleasure induction of the fingers to her milking machine inducers, then adding the vibrator not at the power a human could take, but hard enough to shatter stone.

Or sluts.  Definitely sluts.

Miz Majesty screamed and squirted again as he fucked her in the tight super cunt, and started to open her super shitter for business.
Down below, the cum of Miz Majesty had done something to poor Eagle Girl.  The power flooding her gave her twisted limbs a power unknown since her accident.  The broken nerves were bridged by golden goddess power, and her withered limbs grew flush from the cum of the Queen of Heaven.

For the first time since her accident, she could walk.  She walked to the front of  Miz Majesty and slapped her face, then ripped off the ring gag.

“You aren’t a heroine anymore, you are just a broken little fuck toy for anyone to use Miz Majesty, so make yourself useful and EAT MY PUSSY!”  The police woman known by her call sign “Sentry” and the chief interface between superheroes and the city made the worlds most powerful crime fighter her pussy eating bitch.

Doctor Degrader activated the PA system.

“Form a two lines ladies and gentlemen.  We have with us tonight, a very special guest, the one, the only, the REAL Miz Majesty.  Now she is a fuck to die for, and this pussy and ass would kill anyone who tried it, but if you keep her cumming her little slut box off, then the milk coming out of those perfect goddess titties will make you strong enough to ride her like the whore that she is.

All holes are open, the Degradation Challenge has the room until dawn, are you ready to party!”

A roar filled the auditorium.

The screams filled the night, by dawn, even the milk of a superior being could not overcome human biology and the revellers collapsed in happy untidy piles to snore in happy cum filled dreams.

Doctor Degrader looked at a shaking, almost mindless, cum covered, whip marked, whimpering Miz Majesty.  Every shudder caused cum to squirt from her pussy and ass.  She blinked eyes matted with pussy juice and cum, the wide blue eyes tunnels into some erotic mindscape of endless, thoughtless sensation.

He unhooked her from the machines, powering them down.  Gently he, washed her off, and dried her.  Reluctantly after an affectionate tweak or two, he put her tits back in her uniform, and used what was left of his genius intellect to figure out how to reseal the crotch of her armour.

His cock was pain.  Death by Snu Snu had been courted, but avoided.  He may have to pee carefully for a few weeks, and stay on bedrest for about the same, but he regretted nothing.  She was everything he dreamed of, and more.

“So what now.  You air your dirty pictures and make me a laughing stock.  You take advantage of the fact you have fucked me powerless to do me in?  What is your plan Doctor Degrader, you won, you broke me.  What now?”

There were tears in her eyes.  She didn’t understand.  He got that.  No one outside the community got it.

“Hey, this is Wyvern Con.  What happens at Con, stays at Con.  Do you think anyone is smuggling cameras into a facility of mine?  Even my own armour’s recording functions were disabled. Not that you didn’t break the rest of it.  I mean you literally tore off my chest armour to suck my nipples.”

He laughed happily.

“No.  This was the magic of the Con.  This was a midsummer nights dream.  We shared it, but in the morning we wake.

I will tell you what.  I am retiring from crime.  I will still run a dungeon, I mean, I am Doctor Degrader, but if people want to play they will have to come looking for me.

I won’t be out there in the world challenging you anymore.

But.

If you come to my dungeon again, begging to be broken.  Then we will do battle again, but like this, not like before.  Who knows, next time you might beat me.”

Miz Majestic flew wobbly out of the hole in the roof.

The first of the convention organizers came over to him, through the front gates.

Doctor Degrader looked at the hole in the roof, and the cum covering all surfaces of the whole auditorium and realized his damage deposit was as gone as Miz Majesty’s cherry. 

“I will cover all repairs and cleaning!”  He began, but the organizer, who he remembered honestly cosplaying She-Bulk from last night shook her head.

“It’s been taken care of.  Stan Glee said he checked off his whole bucket list and two extra buckets last night, so he’s picking up the tab.”  She burbled happily.

Doctor Degrader looked at her and asked.

“Did you and he?”

“Three times!  And he signed my boob!”  She said, pulling down her Velma cardigan to show a green body painted boob with a familiar signature in black felt pen”

‘With great titties come great responsibility, Stan Glee’ He read.  He noted you need really good boobs to put the whole quote on there.

“So, can we count on you again for next Wyvern con, with special guest?”  She asked, coyly.

Doctor Degrader smiled.  A year.  He could totally recover by then.  Plus, now he knew he would have the real deal, he might even do better!

“Count on it!”

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Well Done!

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