"Yes," Aphrodisia sighed. "Come to me, doctor."
The floor shook when Paragon landed, but only Aphrodisia turned to look at him with a cold smile. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Paragon. I've heard so much about you. I wondered when I would get to see you in person."
He wanted to fight her, assuming knocking her out would free the students from her power, but just being in the classroom again made it hard to focus as his arousal grew again. His erection swelled until he thought it would tear open the crotch on his costume, his muscles tightened, the room began to spin around him, and he found it hard to focus on her. He couldn't find the willpower to throw a punch, so he thrust out his finger.
"Let them go, Aphrodisia," he yelled. "This is your only warning."
Aphrodisia pushed her lower lip out in a pout. "Aw, you've already disappointed me. You should have just tried to kill me. I don't give warnings. See?"
She pointed at a naked blond man who rammed into a woman from behind. The blond immediately stopped, reached into his discarded pants, pulled out a handgun, pointed the gun at his own head, and pulled the trigger.
"No," Paragon screamed as the blond fell to the ground.
Aphrodisia smiled again. "You're so sweet. Maybe I'll make you one of my slaves."
She waved her hands at the muscular guys standing next to her. "But not right now. That would be so boring. I like seeing you like this. I'd love to stay and whisper sweet nothings, but I have so much work to do. Boys, keep him busy."
The two muscle heads charged at Paragon, knocking nude people aside as they came at him.
Paragon wanted to focus on Aphrodisia who walked out of the classroom with Doctor Horne in tow, but her two male thugs swung fists at him. They couldn't hurt him since his Damage Resistance was strong enough to bounce bullets off his skin, but he couldn't hit them back at full strength. For one thing, they were innocent people, and for another, they were just regular humans. He could crush them with a pinky finger.
He just let them hit him on the chest and chin, and heard bones crack in their hands. The two thugs didn't seem to notice the pain as they grabbed his arms and tried to wrestle him to the ground. They couldn't even budge him.
He decided he had to stop them before they killed themselves trying to kill him, so he gave them the most gentle push he could, sending them flying across the room.
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Aphrodisia paused to look back at him with another giggle. "Oh, you're a tough one. I like that. How about you just bang your head against the wall until I'm gone?"
He wanted to ignore her, grab her, punch her, and drag her to jail, but her words burrowed into his mind like worms. He felt heat flushing through his body making him sweat, and he couldn't find the will to even resist. In fact, he didn't know why he would want to resist. She was so amazingly beautiful that he felt helpless against her, more helpless than he was around Tiffany, the stripper he once had a crush on. He wanted to feel Aphrodisia's touch more than anything, and if banging his head against the wall would get him closer to that, then that's what he needed to do.
He turned around and slammed his head into the wall behind him. It left a crack in the plaster, and he felt a thrill knowing he had made Aphrodisia happy. He bashed his head into it again, and the same rush of joy swept through him. He did it again and again, and he never felt any pain, only happiness at the thought that Aphrodisia knew his name and wanted him to do this for her. Her body made him ache for her, and he felt like he would cum just thinking about her as a piece of the wall collapsed, exposing a wooden beam, and it still counted as a piece of the wall, so that meant he needed to bang his head into it, so he cracked his head against the beam, too, and suddenly a fog lifted off Paragon's mind, and his first thought was why the wall in front of him had a big hole in it. Even the support beam had been cracked in half. When he lifted his head and plaster dust sprinkled down over his eyes, he remembered. She had told him to bang his head against the wall, and he did.
The moaning and gasping that had filled the classroom faded away all around him, replaced by yelling, screaming, and crying. The men and women who had fallen into a naked tangle on the floors and desks scrambled away from each other, grabbed their clothes, and some ran out of the room.
He didn't blame them.
He jumped out of the classroom window and flew over the campus as fast as he could, trying to find Aphrodisia. He went from one end of the campus to the other, and saw only scenes of confusion. More men and women outside the classroom had apparently been having sex and recovered from her influence, trying to recover their dignity and sanity, but Aphrodisia was nowhere to be found.
He flew out further to the streets surrounding the university. He couldn't see anything unusual in the traffic that told him which way she went or where she had gone.
Paragon pressed his hands to his head, thinking of how quickly she had overwhelmed him. "I don't believe it."
A voice in his head spoke the words as they scrolled across his vision:
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Chapter 6
DOCTOR HORNE opened his eyes.
The last thing he remembered, a strange woman walked into the classroom as he began his lecture. Things had grown distorted, and now he found himself sitting on the edge of a bed in a large bedroom where everything was in shades of pink.
He gasped as he realized several nude women lay on the bed, at least five of them, all with their arms and legs twisted around each other. A black woman, two white women, an Asian woman, and a Hispanic woman. The women moaned and sighed as they rubbed each other, breasts against breasts, fingers and tongues slipping into moist crevices.
He gasped as he felt an erection growing in his pants. For a moment, he thought the lesbian orgy and the erection had to be a dream.
"It's no dream, doctor," a sultry voice whispered.
He looked behind him at a doorway where the beautiful woman from his classroom stood, the one the superhero had called Aphrodisia. She looked at him with a smile under glowing eyes.
Horne jumped up from the bed. "Wha-where am I? What's going on?"
Aphrodisia walked towards him with bare feet that sank into the soft pink carpet. "In the penthouse of the Pink Hotel. I persuaded them to let me stay, the same way I persuaded you to come here."
She passed him to climb into the bed. The nude women pulled themselves apart to wrap their arms around Aphrodisia. As they stroked and kissed her, she settled back with a wider smile.
"Did you know," she started, "that before I was implanted by Father Fear, I was a virgin? I had never known the touch of a man. Once I became this creature, I became consumed with desire, but Father Fear had played a cruel trick on me. I cannot feel physical pleasure myself, only absorb it from others. Do you understand now what it's like to be me? To feel urges and excitement and never be satisfied, forced to leech it from the minds of my victims? I'm a vampire but instead of blood, I feed on pleasure. And it's never enough."
Horne blurted out. "What do you want with me? Why am I here?"
Aphrodisia gave one of the women a kiss before speaking again. "Power, doctor. That's why you're here. I need more power."
He glanced at the women encircling her. "I can't see how I can help with that. You seem quite powerful to me."
"Appearances can be deceiving, doctor. My power is limited to a few thousand yards around me. And it requires my concentration and fades quickly once I'm out of range of my victims. I need to be stronger and you will help me do that."
She thrust a finger at him. "I have been reading your research, and am quite impressed. You have a great understanding of the physiology of desire and pleasure. You can help me to increase the range of my power to reach this entire city."
He looked into the vacant eyes of the women she had surrounded herself with. He already had some ideas about how her power worked and ways it could be improved, but he knew it would be dangerous to help such a madwoman. "And why should I help you?"
He looked down at the rigid penis he had missed for so many years, and couldn't deny it. He had suffered from erectile dysfunction most of his life, and it had driven him to become a researcher who could help everyone but himself. To have a hard cock, he felt like he would do almost anything.
Aphrodisia spread her hands out at her sides. "Besides that, I can give you plenty of opportunities to take advantage of your newfound strength."
The naked women crawled off the bed over to him. The Asian one wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him while he felt more hands running down his legs and arms. The hands circled his thighs and glided over his cock, stirring it to new heights.
Aphrodisia arched a brow. "Or perhaps, you would prefer me?"
She ran a hand down her bare stomach to cup the gap between her legs. "Well, doctor? Shall we begin?"
He made his decision and nodded. "Yes. But I would need to examine you, determine the mechanism by which your powers operate, and find a way to enhance it. It would require a deep scan of your cerebral and nervous systems as well as the ATLAS nanites in your body. There's a device called a hyperionic imaging scanner that could do it, but that kind of equipment isn't in Eros City."
Her smile widened. "Oh, yes, it is. Or it will be. The Marino Laboratory has one, and it will be opening tomorrow morning. We'll be there. In the meantime, indulge yourself."
She climbed off the bed while the other women pulled and pushed Horne onto it, giggling. Their hands moved down to unbutton his shirt and pants as he lay down. Within seconds, they had peeled away his clothes, leaving him naked and spread out on the bed.
He looked down at his cock in disbelief. It had never been so big and hard in his entire life. The girls crawled onto him, rubbing his arms and legs, making their way to his manhood and teasing it until it grew even bigger. Their breasts varied from small to huge, and all brushed and pressed against him as they moved in.
As he was buried in female flesh, Aphrodisia walked out of the bedroom, calling back, "Enjoy yourself, doctor. Our work has only just begun."
***
At the offices of the Eros City Chronicle, Serra Chen sat at the computer of her cameraman Tyler. She watched as Tyler worked on the video archive. They had already released her report on the bank heist and her interview with Paragon, Heavenly Hawk, and Alley Cat, so she was getting clicks on that. That gave them time to work on her real project.
Tyler glanced at her. "Are you sure that was smart? Telling him about the Electric Devil?"
She shrugged. "He would have found out about it, anyway. You think Hawk wouldn't have told him about that?"
"Maybe, maybe not. But you basically threatened him right to his face. I don't think that's a good idea to threaten a guy who can bench-press trucks."
She chuckled. "You haven't been around superheroes as much as I have, Tyler. They have that fucking stupid code of ethics. They won't hurt me. At least, not until I hurt them. And when I do, it'll be too late. Just think about that. These guys fight giants and monsters and people who move mountains, and they're afraid of me. A journalist. Because I can find out their secrets and I get paid for it."
She couldn't help breathing a little harder. The thought of inspiring fear in the god-like heroes that roamed the world gave her a rush like nothing else. She had a power none of them had, the ability to find the truth, distribute it, and profit from it. She had already started writing a tell-all book called Taking Off the Mask, and she only needed a couple more names to finish it off. When she published it, she would be more famous than Woodward and Bernstein, and richer, too.
Tyler shook his head. "You're a real crazy bitch, you know that, Serra?"
She poked him in the shoulder. "Yes, I am. Just hurry up."
Tyler clicked on a file. "Okay, here it is. The footage from when Paragon fought Poundcake."
The video had come from a bystander who had sold the footage to the Chronicle, and had been taken on a cell phone that shook from being moved while it was recording. It showed what looked like a little girl punching Paragon across a wrecked street.
Serra leaned closer. "Can you steady this so we can see it better?"
Tyler nodded. "Yeah. Gimme a minute to run the filter. What are we looking for, anyway?"
"This is the first time Paragon was seen in public. I'm going to search all the footage we have for a clue on who he is, but we already know a few things about him."
"We do?"
Serra held up her fingers and counted down. "We know he's young and white, not just from his appearance, but from the way he acts and talks. We don't know if he stays in his powered form all the time, but he's secretive, so I'm guessing he has a secret identity. That means he could look like anybody, but I think he lives in Eros City because he only shows up here. I'm guessing on the Upper East Side since he's been seen there most. He probably just got his powers because he's never appeared before three months ago, and he was sloppy. A newbie. I did some checking around, and it looks like Paragon was registered by a police officer, Detective Morrison Grant, after the Poundcake fight. No reports of authorized ATLAS implantations around that time, so it was probably black market or experimental. This guy's got a free costume from the Super-Tailor so it doesn't look like he's rich, which rules out black market. I'm guessing experimental. There was an ATLAS experiment around that time from a Doctor Sakamoto but the lab claimed the experiment failed and Sakamoto died in the lab, so we can't ask him to verify it, but that's my guess."
Tyler blinked at her a moment before shaking his head. "Man, you're good."
He started playing the footage again and the edges flickered as the view stayed still.
Serra pointed at a corner. "Hey, that car that's leaving. It showed up at the same time he did. I think it dropped him off."
"Why would he need a car? Can't Paragon fly?"
"Maybe he couldn't then."
"That doesn't make sense. You don't get powers after you're implanted. You get powers when you're implanted. And shouldn't he have like a Paragon-mobile or something?"
"Let's just focus on the car. Do you have any footage from earlier?"
"Lemme check." Tyler typed the date into the search box and more video clips came up. "Oh, here's one."
Another cell phone video came up, this time a different angle of Poundcake picking up a minivan. As she threw the minivan into a building, they could see the same car from the other clip come speeding up in the background. As it went into a slide, Paragon jumped out of the back seat.
"I'll be damned," Tyler murmured. "You're right."
"Of course I'm right." Serra waved a finger. "Go back and slow it down. See if we can get a clear shot of the license plate."
Tyler clicked his mouse and the footage went into reverse until it started going forward again. The car came into view, and he clicked a button that made the shot go into slow-motion. As the car skidded around in jumps, its license plate came into view.
"Freeze. Bingo." Serra went to her phone and dialed a number in her contacts. It was for Deon Morton, a police officer she had gotten help from in the past. When he answered, she put on her sultriest voice. "Hey, Mort. How're you doing?"
"Good, it's been a while. You wanna get together?"
Serra twisted her long black hair around her finger. "Maybe, maybe. I really wanted to ask a favor. I'd be really, really grateful if you could look up a license plate for me."
"How grateful? Like blowjob grateful?"
Serra rolled her eyes, grit her teeth, and forced a smile. "Absolutely."
"Okay, gimme a second to pull up my computer. Got it, what's the plate number?"
Serra read off the plate from the screen.
"Uh, it's registered to a Tyrone White."
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"You want that, you gotta come down and get it in person."
Serra exhaled. "All right, I'll be by your apartment in thirty minutes."
"Fifteen. And you swallow."
"Deal." She hung up, and stood up. "Thanks, Tyler."
As she walked away from his desk, she started putting on red lipstick and focused on the story. Five minutes of work, and she'd be one step closer to Paragon.
Chapter 7
PARAGON CALLED Heather and it was a brief conversation. He said, "I gotta talk to you girls. We need to find the Night Watchman's antidote or whatever to Aphrosidia's powers and fast."
She sounded concerned. "Why? What's wrong?"
"She just attacked me and handed me my ass. Can you and Cat meet me at the Watchtower in thirty minutes?"
"Of course, love. We'll be there with bells on."
He hung up the phone and flew back to the Watchtower.
He took his time, thinking about what had just happened. He still couldn't believe how she had taken over his thoughts from before he even knew she was there. There had been no chance to resist or fight back. She could have told him to get down on all fours and bark like a dog and he would have done it. It terrified him to think she had that much power over him.
When he arrived at the Watchtower, Heavenly Hawk and Alley Cat were in their costumes, and Hawk had made them all cups of tea with scones to eat. The three of them sat at the table in the center of the Watchtower while she served them. He didn't think he was hungry until he bit into the scone, and it was so delicious that he finished it in seconds before turning to the tea.
Alley Cat looked down into the cup while her ears flicked back. "You humans are so weird. You stick leaves in hot water and then drink the water? What the fuck's the point o' that?"
Hawk smiled at her over the rim of her cup. "Just taste it, dear."
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