Capes and Crepes

...okay, that was a little flattering. In a very, very, very creepy way.

She took another look at the lockers, saw that they were labeled. Strawberry, Sentinel, Amazon, Silver, Ninja Vigilante, Mayor, Police Chief...the first few she could understand, but he not even care about the identities of Mayor Martinez and the Chief of Police Murphy. Did he just dress them up in ridiculous--

She opened the lockers to see an absolute mockery of a police uniform with fuzzy handcuffs and...a dog costume? Paws, ears, gloves and some weird looking boots. And a tail with an odd shape on the end...

Of course he did.

Slightly dreading it now, she opened up the locker marked Empress, then started to work her way into the maid uniform.

She started with the panties. Pure white and in the low-leg style, they were way too low, the waistline only rose up a little more than an inch past her most delicate parts and not even halfway up her round bottom, leaving the rest of it completely naked, while there was just a string to cover the lower half. The material was thin and clingy, and anyone who had a decent look would be able to tell just how hairless she kept herself and anyone who got a good look would see even more.

The skirt was hardly any better. From the waistline to the hem, it had less than a hand's span of purple and black plaid material. It was loose, riding nearly as low as the panties, and felt like they could fall off at any moment. It took her just a bit to figure out that there was a small thread at the back and front that she could hook into a button on the apron, which fastened just under her navel. So while the apron covered up her front at least a little, she'd give everyone an eyeful if she turned around.

Next was the top. At first she was relieved that the simple design would be a bit more modest than what Amazon and Strawberry had on, a purple sweater cutoff sweater with long sleeves and a turtleneck not too unlike the one she'd come in with, but with a big black ribbon in the front. And it would have been mostly modest, if she were a ten year old boy. But once she pulled it over her head and down as far as it would go, she realized the problem.

On Strawberry, it would have just covered her breasts. On Amazon, they would have been completely exposed. On Anna...she was caught in the middle, the fabric barely hiding her nipples with her arms down, then showing off everything if she raised them up.

Gritting her teeth, she kept going. Cute, normal purple and black thigh-high socks. A maid bonnet on top her head. A frilly choker. Fingerless gloves. It looked like ridiculous cosplay wear, but the materials were top notch. She wondered if the Owner had a Gifted seamstress as well...

Soon enough, she came to the last time. The shoes. She knew first hand just how much of a difference a pair of shoes could make in a man's mind. Oh, they wouldn't give the shoes themselves a second look. But platform heels that high would make her ass stick out, force her to either lean forward to arch her back, and she'd be taking only small, mincing steps if she didn't want to fall flat on her face. Most men didn't pay any attention to heels, but they would notice and definitely leer at a woman in high heels.

She slipped on the shiny black knee-high shoes, then took a few practice steps. At least they fit nicely. The whole outfit was tailored to her exact sizes, really. Creepy...

Focus! The sooner she could beat this Owner, the sooner she could rescue the heroes (and the villains) and the sooner she could get out of here. All that was left to do was to go down and face him. Now that she was properly in costume, her powers should be working.

She made her way down the stairs, holding onto a rail for balance, then strode through the cafe towards the Owner's door. Amazon and Strawberry were both watching with excitement.

"You go, girlfriend!" Empress and Amazon had never once been friends even when they worked together, but even that wasn't nearly as off-putting as her using 'girlfriend'.

"Have fun!" The way Strawberry said that was patronizing enough that Anna was tempted to give her a mind zap. But no. That would be wrong. She was a victim in all of this too.

She'd do it after she rescued her and before she sent her off to jail.

Just as she made it to the door, it opened up to let out a girl out. She was dressed in green and around Strawberry's age, her maid outfit having a cute hood that was pulled back. Her makeup was an absolute mess, the running mascara reminding Anna of the girl she'd saved just a little while ago. The Druid, she recognized from the menu. She could control plants, or something...? So that's who had been under the table.

"He's all ready for you. Good luck!" She smiled as she got out of her way to join the others.

"...thanks." She shook her head. Focus. Don't get distracted.

She mentally prepared herself for anything, then headed into the office. She'd half expected the door to open to some kind of hell dimension, or for their to be an army of goons waiting to charge her, or for the walls and ceiling to open up with mechanical traps. Instead, it was just the same as before, with him still sitting behind the desk, though now he was slouched back and had his eyes focused on the computer monitor on the desk, hand clicking around with a mouse.

"Ahem!" She said as she came closer.

He looked away from the screen, noticed her for the first time, "Oh! Right. Super battle." For a second he looked torn between whatever was on the screen and her, then decided that she was barely more urgent, "One sec. Just need to get into costume too."

He pulled open a drawer, then put on a black mask with a demonic design that fitted over the top half of his head, "There we go." He finally got up from his desk and moved to face her.

He looked bigger on his feet. Less round. Even with the ridiculous heels she was wearing, he had a few inches on her. It just didn't help that he was wearing that tasteless shirt and the smelly sweatpants, "So you've come, Empress! But it's too late! I've already won! Your friends and enemies are all a part of my harem, and soon, you're going to join them!"

It was only a slight relief when his surfaced thoughts revealed that he was hamming it up for some invisible audience--oh, cameras, great--because she realized that it wasn't too far from the truth.

"I don't think so." Cliche, "You're not going to get away with this." Cliche, "And even if you do capture me, there are others in the city who will stop...you..." Damn it...why did she always end up saying such embarrassing things with a straight face?

"Oh, you'll change your tune soon enough. Now listen! Here's how this goes down. First one to submit loses. The winner can do whatever he--or she--wants with the loser. In your case, you'll join the staff. If you win though, everyone can go free, I'll go to jail, whatever." He didn't seem too worried about it.

Submit. He must have some trick to that, if he'd beaten all the other girls on the menu like that, "And just how do you expect to get me to do that?"

That got a big, lusty grin from him, "By promising you a big, juicy reward if you do."

Mind control then. That sort of thing might work on most heroines, but her Gift was strong. As open as the minds of everyone else was, she could see even more clearly into her own. Any foreign thoughts stood out like a flashing neon sign, and it took only the slightest effort to dispel them. In short, it was impossible to control her mind.

"You're on." Rather than wait for him to make the first move, she lunged at him. Let's see how smug he was with a bleeding nose, missing some teeth, and a few concussions!

"Wait wait wait!" He held up his hands defensively just before she made contact, "I go first, since I'm the home team."

"Mmm..." He was right. She was the challenger, so she had to wait for him to make the first move.

"That's better. Now take this...Demon's Iron Grip...of Sin!" He took two steps towards her, then grabbed at her breasts, pushing the sweater material out of the way to make pure skin on skin contact. He squeezed hard, the pain enough to make her weak in the knees, but she clenched her fists together and focused on staying upright. She wasn't going to fall from just one attack! On and on it went, squeezing and pinching. His fingers had an amazing touch, her breathing getting ragged even as the pain made her eyes water. After a little more than a minute, he finally stopped, just as she let out a high-pitched gasp of pleasure.

"Looks like you enjoyed that, you slut. Sure you don't want to give up now?" Why was he so cocky? Just because his first attack had been a tiny bit effective?

She pulled her top back down, trying to cover up her tender breasts as best she could, "Sh-shut up. I'll never give up. And now it's my turn!"

She wound her arm back, then took a hard swing aimed right at his nose!

"Stooop!" She stopped, "This is an epic battle between heroes. You've got to call out your attacks first."

"Urgh..." That did make sense. She grit her teeth, angry at herself for making such a simple mistake, "Fine. Super...Fist...of Justice..." She started to swing again, but again he stopped her.

"Nope. Too late now. You have to skip your turn as a penalty." Oooo...that smug grin was the absolute worst!

"What? Oh come on. Please? You already got to go!" Anna stamped her foot on the ground. This was so unfair!

"Rules are Rules. Now, since it's my turn again...Devil's Kiss of Subjugation!" Licking his lips, he came close to her, hugged her body against his, and kissed her on the mouth. He had a slimy tongue that didn't stay still as it forced itself into her mouth, tasting every inch while it forced its slightly sour taste on her. He kept his hand on the back of her head so that she couldn't pull away, and his other hand was exploring her backside, taking a painful grip on her nearly fully exposed bottom.

Softened up as she was by his first attack, she wasn't ready for this. She could feel herself getting lightheaded from the intensity of the kiss, feel herself start to fall in love with him, want to serve him, but she fought against all these feelings, resisted. She knew what was artificial and what was fake, and that meant that this kind of trick wasn't going to work on her!

By the time he broke the kiss off, her ragged breathing had become hungry gasps for breath, Anna stumbling backwards as she tried to catch her breath, regain her composure, "...not fair...you're cheating...somehow..."

She couldn't figure out what he was doing, but she couldn't admit she was losing. She was a superheroine. They weren't supposed to lose!

"I assure you, milady, that I am abiding by all the Rules. Now are you going to make your move, or are you ready for the next one?"

"Of course I'm ready." She'd been waiting for this. If his attacks could last so long, then hers could to, "Get ready for this! Hero's Flurry...of Pain and Justice!" Also known as, Beat the Hell Out of That Smug Jerk!

This time, she did make contact, but her hand pulled back just as it made contact like his face was made out of lava. Wait, why had she done that? "Ooo...big mistake. You should know better. Violent moves aren't allowed in this battle. We don't want anyone getting seriously hurt, do we?"

"...No."

"What was that?"

"No...we don't. Fine. It was my mistake, alright?" Why did she keep making all these simple mistakes? This was serious! If she messed up now, there wouldn't be anyway to save the others...or herself. Not that that would be so super terrible. He must have had a lot of practice kissing, because he was amazing at it, and she wouldn't mind too badly if he used that kind of attack again.

Nope, bad thought. Bad thought. She shut her eyes tight and dispelled that entire notion out of her head. At least her powers were still working in that capacity. As long as he didn't get a way past that, there wasn't a chance the creep would win.

"Good girl. But since you've been breaking so many rules, that gives me the perfect chance for my Demon's Enslaving Spanking of Submission attack." He said as he started to roll his armless leather chair out from behind the desk. He took a seat, then patted his thigh, "Now come here and take it."

"What? No! I'm not going to just lay across your lap and let you spank me like a petulant little brat. We're fighting!"

"Yes, we are. And it's my attack. And just for that backtalk, it's now the Demon's Enslaving Spanking of Submission and Obedience."

"But...!"

"Do you want to make it worse?"

"No..."

"Then what would a good girl do?"

She balled up her fists. This was so unfair! But he was right; it was his turn. She'd get her chance...

The Empress reluctantly laid herself across his lap, gravity making her breasts swing free of the concealment of her top while her useless skirt and panties were pulled down just the few inches need to completely expose her ass. She noticed the lens of the camera built into the wall, just above the floor molding, and she blushed even harder as she realized that not just was her chest on full display, but that there must be other cameras like that, each recording her impending punishment from a different angle.

He took his time, feeling her up with one hand while his other was possessively buried in her hair, at times pushing down to make her watch her breasts sway up pulling back to hold her taut.

She wished he'd just get it over with!

"Here we go..." The first slap made her immediately regret that wish. It rang out in the room, followed immediately by her wailing.

"Owwww ow owww! That was too hard! You said no violence!" He hadn't even held back a little bit!

"This isn't violence." Slap! "This is discipline." Slap! "You've been a naughty girl." Slap! "Breaking all kinds of rules." Slap! "And you need to be punished." Slap! Each one alternating the cheek being struck, tenderizing her skin so that she was sure it was already a burning pink and getting darker.

She could help herself. Her protests and shouts became moans and whimpers. She tried to get off of his lap, but that just made him hold her wrist tightly against the small of her back to keep her in place.

It only took a few minutes before she broke, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I was naughty or whatever! So stop!"

He kept going. There was a sadistic delight in the act, and she could feel his arousal in a hard bulge her stomach.

"Please! I'm sorry! I'll be good, I'll be a good girl! Please, you don't need to punish me!" She knew the thoughts in her head were artificial, she could push them out just like any other manipulation, but each time she did the next slap brought everything back even stronger than before. Fiery hot pain mixed in with shame, the capital T version of Truth being nailed into her brain each time that she was naughty, that she needed to be punished, that she should submit to him.

She cried and wailed and blubbered, till at last he began to slow down.

"Please...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be good! Just stooop! I c-can't take it, I can't..." She jerked in his lap as she felt his hand squeeze down on her bottom.

"Okay...hand's starting to sting a little, arm's getting tired. Hoo...do you submit yet?"

It was...over? She'd done it! She took the chance to roll off his lap and away from him, too emotionally exhausted to get back to her feet just yet, "Hah...hah..." If the kiss had been breathtaking, this was draining. She just wanted to quit, to give up. Submit. Just make it end. She was terrified of what he might do next.

"Never...! Just you wait..." She had to win this time. This next attack had to finish it. No more mistakes. No violence, and she'd properly call her attack out. She'd...wait...wait a minute.

"You cheated! You never called your attack out when you were spanking me!" Her eyes lit up in revelation and delight. She'd finally caught him with his own net.

"Hm? Oh yeah. Guess so. No big deal though." He chuckled. He didn't look stunned. He wasn't even sheepish. He just broken the Rules and didn't care at all!

"But that's not fair! I had to skip my turn when I broke the Rules!"

"Yeah, and I'm the one who sets the Rules. And Rule number one in my paradise is, I make the Rules." What kind of a messed up Gift was that? There had to be more to it than that! If he could just exercise that much power, then how was she supposed to...

"Now be a good girl. Submit, then you can take care of this." Still in his chair, he finally freed his cock from the sweatpants. Her eyes went wide. It was common knowledge that Gifted men were much more well-endowed on average than others, in the same way that Gifted women were generally much more attractive. But his was absolutely majestic.

It drew her attention, locked her eyes and made it hard to blink, impossible to look away. She had to touch it, had to taste it. She crawled forward on her hands and knees then leaned forward to take it into her mouth, lips open and tongue hanging out, stretching for just the littlest taste as he kept her at bay with a grip on her hairline.

"Ah, ah. Submit first. Then you can suck."

"I submit! I submit! I'll be your maid, I'll be your sexslave, I'll do anything you tell me, just please let me suck it, pretty please!" Her hands were on his thighs, squeezing down as she tried to get closer. She was so close. She could smell it. It was the only thing she could smell. The only thing she wanted to smell from that moment on.

"Good girl." He let go and she fell forward into his crotch, her face pressed against the entire length of his shaft. It was hot, feverishly hot, and as she recovered enough to start licking her way towards the tip, that heat filled her head with a new urge, a need to fill it inside of her, to get fucked by it.

She took it into her mouth, ran her tongue round and round the head, then let out a groan of satisfaction, the unbearable tension and need she'd been feeling seeping out as her tongue came alive with the salty taste. So good...

He took a grip on her head with both hands and pulled her closer, forcing her to take more and more of his length into her mouth, hitting her esophagus, then pushing down into her throat. Anna gagged, coughed as she choked, but she didn't resist, just tried to calm herself, tried to do better.

"There you go...little further." He kept pushing, cutting off her breathing, deeper and deeper, until her nose was buried in his dirty pubic hair, the scent becoming even more overwhelming. He kept her like that for a long moment, seeming to savor his victory, before pulling out entirely.

Anna was left gasping, sucking in lungfuls of air as she tried to recover. Now she understood why the girl under the desk's eyes had been so runny.

"Stand up."

"Yes, Owner!" She shot up to her feet, eager to obey. She wasn't sure how he wanted her to stand, so she kept her arms at her side, stared straight ahead.

"I'm the Owner to our valued customers. To you, I'm simply Master. Got it?"

"Yes, Master!" Master...her Master. It seemed so right and obvious.

"What is it you wanted before we battled." While he spoke, he started to stroke his manhood. It was clear that he enjoyed hearing her say these things just as much as he enjoyed the feel of her warm mouth, maybe more.

"To save the girls you've brainwashed, to put you in prison." She blushed at the shameful admission of her past ways.

"What do you want now?"

"To please you, Master! I'll do anything you want me to!" It was true. No matter what he asked of her, she was excited just to get the chance to obey, to prove her loyalty.

"Good girl. Here. Get in my lap again."

She obeyed gladly, straddling him, up on her knees, then slowly lowering herself on top. As sloppy as her work was before, as wet as she was now, it slid in with only a little resistance as it stretched her wide, filled her, completed her. It was heaven.