To say that Platinum Panther was a “research monster” was to say that the surface of the sun was “warm” or that the universe was “large.” When the genius superheroine set her mind to a problem, the amount of information she devoured was stunning. When considering a new hire for Payestech, she would read every source cited in their dissertation. When planning a new building site, she’d trace the deed back to the archeology of the First Nations and study the geological record back to the Cretaceous period.
So, when she faced a new supervillain calling himself “Professor Patriarchy,” the Platinum Panther settled in for some reading. Urban legends since the 40s. Seventeenth-century monarchist conspiracy theories. Incongruities in the datasets of hundreds of opinion polls across seven decades. Decrypted intelligence files from Tsarist Russia. Oral histories kept on decaying reel-to-reel tapes.
Platinum Panther took it all in. Every scrap of knowledge about this Professor Patriarchy and his quest to change the world. His quest to make men the masters of women’s sexuality. What would a man like that do to gain power? What would he do when he had it?
And how wet would it make her to serve him?
Penelope Payes didn’t know when she had fallen asleep. She didn’t know when her dreams had felt this real, or this hot. Naked like an animal to be stroked and fondled at The Professor’s whim, she trembled with desire.
“Now, you understand what I offer,” came the Professor’s deep voice as he palmed her naked tit. “What will your paltry woman’s mind do before my masculine brilliance?”
The heroine awoke in the throes of orgasmic submission, her lips repeating, “I will submit.”
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