Superheroine Council meeting, in progress...
"Thank you for that update, Hyperia," Night Owl says. "Vine, I believe you have some updates for us."
"Yes," Vine says. "Concerning the Eve Ville case: We located the three kidnapped starlets and rescued them. They claimed that they hadn't yet been subjected to any of Ville's brainwashing techniques. We hope they're correct, but we're not banking on it. They'll go through the standard psych eval, and then they'll be released as soon as possible--either immediately if deemed fit, or after deprogramming if not."
"Very good. Any news on Belladonna Deeproot?"
"No. Since her escape from our holding cells last month, there's been no word about her at all. I have my feelers out. If she makes a move anywhere in the vicinity, she'll show up on my radar. "
"What would you say her potential threat level is?"
"Power wise, she can cause a lot of havoc on a small to medium scale. Intent wise, it's hard to say. She went through a number of counseling sessions with La Profesora, and she seemed to make some progress."
Vine looks across the table at her referenced teammate for confirmation.
"That's true," La Profesora says. "I mean, she still broke out, so it's not like I managed to rehabilitate her. But I think I did reach her in some ways. Any of the previous times she was in the city, she blatantly carried out schemes. Now, I don't know. It's possible she's just hiding, or that she left the city. But, it's also possible she's taking her time to plot something big."
"Understood," Night Owl says. "Continue with your search for her, Vine. Consult with La Profesora or me as needed."
"Will do."
"That's everything on the agenda, ladies. Anything else we need to discuss? No? All right. Adjourned. Have a good one. Be safe."
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After hours...
The transformation from heroine Vine to civilian Naz involves neither magic, nor actual morphing. Rather, the change occurs mainly on a psychological level.
Vine unlocks the door to her secured flat provided by the Council, walks inside, and closes the door behind her. Vine takes off her mask, pulls off her fingerless gloves, and steps out of her specialized stiletto-heeled boots. Vine sighs deeply, releasing the burdens and challenges of superheroinedom from her mind. Then, Naz walks barefoot into her home, ready and able to enjoy her private life until either her next shift, or some emergency calls her back to duty.
"I'm here," Naz calls out.
"Welcome home, darling! Be out in a minute."
The voice emerges from a back room. Its feminine lilt carries sweetness, compassion, and desire. Naz smiles and wonders, how long ago was it that hearing the word 'darling' from that very same voice set her on edge? Not very long ago, she thinks.
Her smile fades. Suddenly back to being Vine, she removes a small device from the utility belt she hasn't yet taken off. She checks it. Air quality normal. No harmful pathogens, gases, chemicals, or pheromones detected.
She wishes she didn't need to check. But prudence demands it. Still, having now checked, she can relax and enjoy her evening. With a relieved sigh, Naz returns. Her smile does, as well.
She places the device back in its holder. Then, she undoes her belt, as she walks to her bedroom. Inside, with the door left open, she strips out of her bodysuit. Now, the last vestiges of Vine are gone. She is all Naz for the duration.
"Oh, darling, I will never tire of seeing you like that."
Naz turns towards the open door. Now wearing only a bra and panties, she presents a lovely figure to the woman standing there: Shoulder length black hair (well kept, but slightly messy from her disrobing) frames a pretty face of dark complexion, while intensive exercise regimens and life-or-death combat scenarios have afforded her a lean, sexy body. And while she is not conceited, she knows others find her desirable, and she appreciates it.
From this woman at the threshold of her room, she appreciates it all the more.
"Hello, Bella," Naz says.
"How about a more enthusiastic greeting?" Belladonna Deeproot says.
The tall, curvy, fair-and-freckled redhead wears a sheer, thigh length robe and nothing else. She balances on one bare foot, extending the other one out to Naz with toes pointed. With near simian dexterity, she flexes those toes in a gesture of beckoning, much as one might do with their fingers.
Naz heeds the request and walks towards her. Belladonna lowers her leg and takes Naz into her arms. Their lips touch and then yield before each other's desirous tongues. Belladonna pushes them both through the doorway, blind through closed eyes but knowing well the way. Naz instinctively steers them around to the side of the bed, then topples them back onto it.
They explore and exploit their desires for the entirety of the night.
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After hours, later that week...
Having left most of Vine at the front door, Naz walks into the kitchen to see about getting some food. It has been a trying day to say the least, with villains running amok, teammates squabbling, and trainees disregarding instruction. She has no energy for sex, but she could use some TLC. She hopes Belladonna is in a giving mood. A massage would do her wonders.
She curls her toes and imagines those strong-firm-warm-soft hands kneading, caressing, and even playfully tickling her feet. There is nothing else in the world that she wants more.
Ah, but she must do something first. She removes the device from her belt and checks it.
"No. No, no, no."
The device registers trace amounts of pheromones in the air. Their levels are too low to have any effect on her. But, why are they present at all?
Naz notices that two windows are open. So, Belladonna used her pheromones and then aired out the room. What was she up to?
"Bella? You here?"
She had better be here. She is a fugitive who is supposed to be in hiding. She and Naz both have way too much to lose for her to be found.
"Be right there, darling. I want to watch as you open your present."
Naz has her mouth open, ready to ask 'what present?' Then, peering through the doorway to the living room, she sees the gift.
"No," she says again. "No, no, no."
There exists a situation in Naz's home. It needs to be dealt with. Vine needs to deal with it. With a sigh, she returns. Then, she gets to work.
She closes all open windows and pulls their shades down. She double checks the device, ensuring the trace pheromone levels are safe. In the living room, she approaches and assesses her present.
"Isn't she lovely?" Belladonna asks from behind her.
"What the hell, Bella?"
"Oh, you don't like her? I thought that we had similar tastes."
"Liking her or not isn't the issue! There is a woman in my living room. Tied to a chair. Totally zonked out. Having been obviously dosed with your pheromones. Why? What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that you would enjoy her, darling. Well, you and me both, either one after the other, or at the same time. Your preference. As for using my pheromones, I promised that I would never use them on you without your permission. I opened the windows to make sure they dissipated by the time you got home."
"But you thought it was okay to use them on an innocent civilian?"
"Well, I am a supervillainess."
"Bella!"
"Relax. I'm teasing. The truth is, this enticing specimen agreed to a night of passion with either one, or both of us. She also agreed to using intoxicants and to being hypnotized. She was totally into it before I did anything."
Vine ponders on what she's hearing. For almost a month now, Belladonna has kept her word--no pheromones, no evil schemes, no law breaking. She has proved herself to be a welcome respite for Naz after the daily hardships Vine encounters as a superheroine.
Does that mean the villainess has reformed? Is she trustworthy? Whether yes or no, 'trust but verify' is the smart course of action. And that is what Vine does on a daily basis.
"So, is she a prostitute?"
"No, she's just openly sexual and ready to have a good time."
"She's not ready to do anything right now, except maybe to drool and definitely obey your commands."
"Fair enough," Belladonna says with a playful giggle. "But she'll be ready when you're ready."
Vine sighs. Is Belladonna telling the truth? Is all of this above board? Though she possesses no lie-detecting power, Vine has years of experience and a good instinct for these things. She thinks Belladonna is being honest. There still exists a situation. But, it is one a civilian can handle, without superheroine assistance. Vine can leave, and Naz can return.
Naz gazes at her gift, the pheromonally mesmerized woman who sits tied to her lounger in the corner. The woman is of Asian descent. She has long black hair, beautiful features, and a tan complexion. She wears a sleeveless summer dress that accentuates her petite, feminine form. Her legs and feet are bare.
The lounger itself has been reclined. The woman's legs are raised up, and her smooth, round soles face Naz. Leafy vines secure her to the chair, wrapping many times around her chest, wrists, and ankles, and a couple of times around her forehead. The vines themselves originate from a nearby potted plant, having been manipulated by Belladonna's botanical powers.
"Tell me you don't like her, darling," Belladonna says, having moved to stand at Naz's shoulder. "Tell me you don't like her, you don't desire her, you want her gone. Tell me, and I'll release her right now."
"Dammit, Bella."
"I'm not hearing that you don't like her."
"There are so many things wrong with this. At the bottom of the long list is the fact that I am too wiped out for sex."
"I'm still not hearing that you don't like her. Do you hear that, Amy? She likes you."
"Ohhh, gooood," the bound woman says, a dreamy smile spreading over her face.
"And she doesn't need to actively participate, does she? She can lie back and relax. You'll be happy to take care of her, right? To massage and worship her feet? To kiss and caress her all over? To pleasure her in all the ways she likes?"
"Mmmm, yesss."
"What do you say, darling? Do you like your gift? Do you want her to make you feel good?"
"Yes, Bella, I do like her, and I do want that," Naz says, flushed now with desire. "But that doesn't mean we're not having a long talk about this afterwards."
"I would expect nothing less," Belladonna says, her perpetually cheerful manner undiminished by Naz's admonishment. "But that is then, and this now. Pleasure awaits. Let's not keep it waiting any longer...Amy, you will obey Naz now. Do whatever she says, without hesitation."
"Okayyy."
"Let her up, please," Naz says to Belladonna, then to Amy: "When you're free, stand up."
The vines that bind Amy slowly unwind from around her. When she is no longer bound, she returns the lounger to its upright setting and then rises from it. Naz walks over to the chair and sits down in it. She then reclines it.
"Ooh, one view is better than the next," Belladonna says, lasciviously eyeing Naz's stretched out body.
"Bella, I want to be restrained, please. Just like Amy was."
Belladonna's grins, and the vines spread out to cover the new occupant of the chair. In a scant few seconds, Naz is rendered immobile.
"Amy, start with my feet. Use your hands, your mouth, and whatever else you want. Be thorough. Be creative."
"Myyy pleasuuure," Amy says, as she kneels down before Naz's exposed soles.
Soon, sighs, moans, and excited exclamations from Naz confirm that it is her pleasure, as well.
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(To be continued....)