by Mia Archer
"Another successful mission I see," CORVAC said.
I stalked across the room and sat down at the main computer terminal. I briefly considered typing format on CORVAC's command prompt, another old school affectation, and hitting enter, but decided against it for perhaps the thousandth time since I'd brought him back online and upgraded him.
The problem with relying on a self-aware computer system based on architecture created by one evil super genius and then upgraded by an even more intelligent super genius, myself thank you very much, was that the computer tended to have algorithms and subroutines of its own that could be a nasty surprise. CORVAC could be downright nasty and efficient, which was fine with me as long as he was on my side. But best not to do anything to irritate him, lest I discover he had a vaporizer attached to my seat set to go off when I hit format much in the same way that I would vaporize any petty criminal getting in my way.
"Were you at least successful?"
I rolled my eyes and growled. “You know the answer CORVAC.”
“I do mistress,” he said. “I just thought it might help you to talk about it.”
“Remind me why we’re spending all this time building a giant death robot for you instead of a mute button that works on your speakers?” I asked.
“Because that would lead down a dark path that ended with one or both of us completely destroyed?”
“Good point,” I said. “Pull up the Fialux hologram.”
“Whatever you say mistress,” CORVAC said.
The holodisplay in the center of the room flickered, wavered, and Fialux stared down at me.
After the day I’d had with her that sight should've been enough to send me scrambling away in terror. Seeing her floating there brought back terrified memories of being deposited on the steps of police headquarters and waiting for my lawyer to show up and remind the cops about the Supreme Court decision that villains and heroes choosing to wear a mask constituted free speech and therefore they couldn't violate my identity even for a mug shot.
I knew it was just a projection but there was something about the lifelike way she smiled down at me that sent a thrill through my body. If I squinted at just the right angle it almost looked like she was floating there smiling right at me rather than being an unthinking projection. I couldn't help but smile back.
Sure right now I was in the sort of mood where I also wanted nothing more than to pull out a disintegration ray and fire until the energy reserves were gone. Not that it’d do a damn bit of good against her invulnerable hide, but it would be therapeutic to empty the clip regardless.
I stared into her eyes. They were deep pools of green that I could get lost in. Greener than the brightest forest imaginable. And yet staring at those eyes made me wince as I thought about the nasty little surprise of her heat vision that I’d run into tonight. She melted through a solid steel girder in a construction site and signed my cape real good in the opening moments of our fight. Still, those eyes were gorgeous even if I knew now they were deadly as well.
Only now in the safety of my lab those laser eyes did nothing. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t completely accurate to call them laser eyes. Whatever. When you get to the point that your lab is singlehandedly more technologically advanced than the rest of humanity combined you can flub some scientific nomenclature in the name of coming up with a convenient way to describe what it’s like to fight a living god to a normal. No offense.
My eyes moved across the rest of her body and I licked my lips. That fire was burning again. Not the fire of hatred that I usually felt when I was dealing with an archenemy. No, this was a burning desire that still confused the hell out of me, but I couldn’t deny how this goddess made me feel. I couldn’t deny that staring at her hologram was sending the most devious thoughts dancing through my mind.
Come to think of it I often found my eyes returning it to this projection while I was working on the anti-Newtonian field. And it now that I was staring up at her I felt that new but familiar feeling that I’d been trying so hard to deny. It was like a warmth that started in the pit of my stomach and ran to a flush in my chest and cheeks.
I felt like I needed to climb up and plant my lips on that hologram, only it was just a projection and not the real thing. Thoughts of being on top of Fialux, of her leaning over me, of that beautiful face leaning down and kissing mine. Of her tight body in that bright green skintight top that revealed her stomach and that impossibly short skirt she always wore pressing against my suit.
Where the hell did these thoughts keep coming from? They terrified me as much as they excited me. I was used to being in control. I was used to being cool and collected. I definitely wasn’t used to mooning over someone like I was some teenager discovering boys for the first time, and this wasn’t even a boy! Which just added to the confusion let me tell you.
I shook my head. I needed to cut off of this line of thinking. I needed to focus on a problem. A problem like how to defeat Fialux and not why I kept thinking about how beautiful she was or how nifty it would be if we could maybe just go out for a nice dinner at an expensive restaurant downtown instead of throwing around cars and singlehandedly demolishing major financial centers downtown. I needed something to help to get my mind off of these weird feelings.
Something pressed between my legs and I felt a jolt run through my body. Holy shit. What was that? I looked down and was surprised to see my own hand down between my legs idly rubbing while thoughts of Fialux danced through my head.
So much for getting my mind off of my sudden interest in Fialux.
But it felt good. Almost as fun as the time I added the vibrating attachment to the end of one of the telescoping probe arms, and this was just my fingers without any sort of robotic enhancement. That was surprising. I’ve mentioned before that my career in villainy keeps me pretty busy, too busy for a proper sex life if I’m perfectly honest which meant that those vibrating telescoping arms could get one hell of a workout at times if you catch my drift.
I definitely wasn’t one of those villains who found someone else to work with. There were a few couples working the city, though I didn’t run into them all that often since most other villains tended to be wherever I wasn’t as soon as I announced myself. No, Night Terror worked alone. In more ways than one.
And yet now here I was stroking myself through my carbon fiber suit looking up at my archenemy and feeling more turned on than I’d been in a good long while. I needed to stop this. I needed to focus on defeating her and not on dating her and what naturally followed. I looked at her perfect face and even more perfect body.
I supposed it wouldn't hurt anything if maybe I just rubbed a little more. For a little while longer. So I did. And as I rubbed I felt a change coming over my body. My breathing was picking up. My nipples were straining out and I could clearly see their outlines through the carbon fiber material of my suit. Moisture was gathering between my legs and the rest of my body felt like it was on fire.
And above all of that were the incredible naughty thoughts running through my head. Fuck defeating Fialux. Suddenly my mind was flooded with thoughts of how wonderful it would be just to fuck Fialux. My hips started to churn and I felt an impossibly delightful pleasure dancing like little bolts of electricity from the tips of my fingers straight to the oh-so sensitive nerve endings in my pussy.
Damn. But if I was really doing this, if I was really giving in to my base urges like this, then I might as well go all the way.
I reached out to the control on my wrist and flicked the button to release the charge that kept my pants on so tight. Hey, I worked out and kept in really great shape, but it was impossible to have something that fits so well and it felt halfway comfortable without just a little bit of super science to keep everything working properly. Think of it as high tech molecular double-sided tape.
High tech molecular double-sided tape that still didn't prevent the damned suit from riding up my ass and other environs all the time. No technology is completely perfect.
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br /> The molecular bonds in the carbon fiber thread ceased and my suit loosened and fell to the ground.
“Mistress?” CORVAC asked.
I blinked and a blush crept across my face. Damn it. Of course CORVAC would still be in the room. Usually when I was having some of that aforementioned fun with the various vibrating attachments on those robotic arms I made sure to go to one of the labs where CORVAC didn’t have a video feed. I’m sure he had his suspicions, he was a computer with access to the Internet and the treasure trove of information about human mating habits stored therein after all, but he was always too polite to voice those suspicions.
And now here I was going to town on myself in the middle of the main room in the lab while I stared at a hologram of our new enemy numero uno. Only I didn’t care. I was a woman possessed. I was a woman obsessed with the gorgeous goddess floating in front of me. I was crashing through the thin line between lust and hate, that confusing roiling mix of emotions that washed over my body every time I looked at Fialux.
I didn’t care that CORVAC was witness to my shame. Besides, it couldn’t be any worse than any of the aforementioned videos about human mating habits he’d no doubt scanned.
“Shut up CORVAC,” I gasped.
I turned back to the holographic projection of Fialux as I stood in the middle of my lab completely nude with my psychotic computer watching over one shoulder, my charred and broken suit pooled at my legs, and my fingers pressing up inside the warm wetness of my pussy as I thought of how goddamn hot it would be to have a completely different sort of one-on-one session with the great and powerful Fialux.
I looked the life-size hologram of Fialux up and down once more. Damn was she impressive. I figured I might as well admit it if I was this far gone. I gasped and had to put my other hand against the holoprojector to maintain my balance as I found a particularly sensitive spot just as a particularly naughty image of leaning down and kissing Fialux flew through my head.
I wondered if she worked out to have a body that looked like that or if one of the things her damned impossibly perfect alien physique granted her was a, well, a damned impossibly perfect physique. Oh to be able to look like that without spending a day in the gym.
Fialux really and truly was a goddess in every sense of the word.
That perfect auburn hair that came down to her shoulders and seemed to turn up under her perfectly whether she was in the middle of a windstorm or fighting a giant radioactive monster. Two had come through the city since she showed up two weeks ago, a surprisingly normal occurrence what with a superfund site on the outskirts of town that was used for some part of the Manhattan Project but never got cleaned up properly after the war.
Anyways, back to gushing over Fialux. Her perfectly proportioned face with that cute little nose and those striking green eyes I’ve already mentioned that were so sexy when they weren’t blasting hot death through solid metal. Her perfect skin, neither too tan nor too pale, and the way her neck arched down to her shoulders to a perfect pair of breasts that seemed to defy gravity. And that toned and flat stomach, always exposed under the tiny t-shirts she preferred. A t-shirt, I might add, that I'd give CORVAC's right memory bank to possess since it seemed to have the uncanny ability to withstand anything I threw at it. I often wondered what exotic alien material it was made of, because it made my semi-impenetrable suits look like tissue paper in comparison.
Long muscled legs, perfect calves, and her cute little feet. Those short skirts she always wore that showed off the curve of her ass in just the right way no matter what pose she struck. And she always looked perfect no matter what.
Looking at her and thinking about all of those advantages, just how perfect she was, inspired blind jealousy. That was the sort of emotion I could get behind. Could understand. Who wouldn’t be jealous of a hero with everything she had? Only with this hero there was undeniably something more there. Something different. Something strange and not altogether unpleasant.
Something that had me leaning against the holoprojector staring up at her slack-jawed with my fingers buried in my pussy as my hips churned and I thought of just how goddamn gorgeous she was. Just what I’d like to do with her if we could just set aside this silly hero and villain dynamic. Like that would happen.
I recognized those feelings. I'd felt them before, though not since that tragic accident when my last boyfriend accidentally walked in on one of my early matter teleportation experiments at the University. I liked to think he was out there somewhere, on some planet in the galaxy, still fighting the good fight or at least settled down living whatever passed for the good life on his adopted planet. Maybe even soaking up the light of some different colored sun playing the hero role himself, which was the sort of thing the big lug would do.
But I knew in reality that space was a big place, with a whole hell of a lot more places that were inhospitable to life than were hospitable. So it was more likely that he was floating out there in the vacuum, a frozen humancicle who'd confuse future explorers if humanity ever got off their ass and started seriously exploring space.
Anyways, I'm getting away from myself.
Those feelings. Feelings I hadn't felt since the last night my last guy and I spent together before the accident. And now I was having those emotions, those feelings, as I stared up at Fialux.
As I stared up at a woman.
With a start I realized my hand was pressing between my lips down below and it felt damn good as my fingers traced up and down. Better than it’d ever felt when I was thinking of a guy while doing this. Much better than it’d ever felt when a guy was doing this.
Huh.
That felt kind good. Really kind of good. Kind of really good.
Confusion was quickly crowded out by thoughts of Fialux as I stared up at the hologram. Man was she hot. I couldn’t deny it as I hit another sensitive spot grazing my clit and gasped. What was I doing to myself?
Yet I wasn’t so reliant on those vibrating telescoping tentacles that I had no idea how to have a little fun all by me onesies with just my hand. And as I stared up at the hologram of this goddess floating over me I realized that I wanted to do this all on my own. No robotic help this time around. Already I was imagining that it was Fialux working her magic on me rather than my own hand and damn was that sending me into overdrive!
I started moving my hand up and down. Slowly at first, and then picking up the pace as I stared. Once again thoughts of what I would like to do to her, what I would like her to do to me, flashed unbidden through my head. I wasn’t even going to fight these feelings anymore. They were new, they were weird, in a way they were unwanted and hellaciously confusing, but I couldn’t deny the way she made me feel and I wasn’t going to deny the way she made me feel.
Especially when the way she made me feel felt this damned good.
I wondered what it would feel like to run my hand up under that t-shirt and cup one of those perfect breasts. I bet they felt amazing. What would the breasts of a goddess feel like? Well, technically the breasts of an alien sent from another world but just like with my technological toys it was so close to how I characterized it as made no difference.
And that ass. How I wanted to squeeze her ass as she pressed her body against mine. How I wanted it to feel her thighs grinding between my legs. How I wanted to grind my thigh between her legs as she pressed her body against me.
My fingers were a poor substitute for the real thing, and for the first time in my life I found myself seriously considering what it would feel like to be with a woman. No idle fantasizing. No thoughts popping into my head unwanted and dismissed just as quickly. No, as my fingers worked in and out of my pussy I was imagining that it was Fialux, wondering what it would feel like to kiss her, to feel her incredible body against mine. Wondering if I would measure up. If I’d ever have any chance at all. I wondered what it would feel like to have a pussy wrapped around my fingers. Around my tongue.
Holy shit there it was. That thought definitely got some tractio
n in my erotic imagination judging from the way lightning bolts of pleasure went coursing through my body. Fuck!
If being with a woman in reality was anything like how it felt with my fingers exploring my body as I imagined it then I had a feeling it would be a singularly amazing experience. An experience I’d never considered before, but an experience that I had to, well, experience now that it was consuming me.
"Mistress, what are you doing?" CORVAC asked.
"CORVAC," I gasped. My hand continued moving. Explosions of pleasure continued shooting from between my legs through to the rest of my body accompanied by an impossible heat that burned hotter than the worst fever I’d ever felt. I was gasping for breath as my fingers did their forbidden dance, worked their amazing magic as I imagined Fialux was the one whose fingers were buried between my legs. As I imagined that my fingers were buried between her legs. Faster, faster.
CORVAC’s idea pushed a wicked idea to the forefront of my imagination. "Can you project what Fialux would look like without that outfit on based on recent footage?"
"Well I could do that mistress…"
"Do it," I gasped.
"But mistress, that would be such a monumental waste of my resources. I am the most powerful computer ever devised by a human and you want to reduce me to generating pornography for you?"
"Just do it!" I shouted.
"Yes mistress," CORVAC said.
Fialux's hologram shimmered and her clothes disappeared revealing CORVAC's best guess as to what she looked like under all of those impenetrable alien clothes. Dear God was she gorgeous. Her breasts curved up without a hint of sag. Her nipples were delicious pink points that made me want to run my tongue over them. The way her ass curved in this particular pose, the way her legs ran down. Her delicious looking pussy. Delicious? I’d never used that adjective before in my life in relation to any piece of female anatomy and yet here I was thinking it as I went to town on my own female anatomy. Damn.
I saw that CORVAC had taken a little liberty and projected that Fialux was the type to go clean-shaven down there, though that did raise the interesting question of whether or not there was a razor on earth strong enough to handle the grooming needs of a super powered being from another world.
