“Thanks for rescuing me from those alien slave merchants, Stratagem,” said Platinum Panther as she heard the last sounds of pursuit fade into the distance. “This collar has some sort of tech that induces lust and obedience. The control’s in the leash. Let’s get back to my lab so I can figure out how to get this thing off my neck.”
“Sure, boss,” Stratagem replied, his gaze lingering over the luscious curves of his fellow heroine’s nude body. He’d tried to hide his attraction to Platinum Panther for months.
“Hey, my eyes are up here, you creep,” Panther replied. “Let me have you shirt so I can …”
Her voice died away as Stratagem grabbed her leash. The superheroine could feel the wave of lust surge from her pussy, and the wave of obedience surge from the collar. Platinum Panther’s genius intellect faded to a memory as her horny slave-mind seized control.
“Is that any way to talk to the man who saved your life?” asked Stratagem.
“No, sir,” Platinum Panther said with a moan. “This body is yours to do with as you will. Please let me please you, sir.”
“That’s more like it.”
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