The Skarlette One

Sable thought it was odd for a superheroine like her to be called into the police station to pick a supervillainess out of a lineup. But, if it helped to make sure that the wicked Seductress was locked behind bars, it was worth any inconvenience!

When Sable arrived, the police station seemed a bit too orderly, the officers and defendants a bit too quiet. Maybe they’re just not used to seeing a superheroine up close, Sable thought.

“Follow me, Sable,” Lead Detective Maggie Voyeur said, seemingly to appear at Sable’s side out of thin air.

She followed the detective into the observation room. Safely hidden behind one-way glass, Sable waited for the Seductress and others who matched her description to be brought in. The door opened and a tall woman clad in a tight-fitting leather bustier and panties sauntered in. Behind her came six other women, all completely naked, their eyes dazed and empty.

Sable stared in shock for a moment. “What’s going on, Mag--?”

Before she could finish the question, Maggie Voyeur seized a handful of Sable’s hair and pulled. Something about the position of her fingers, the angle of the force, the rhythm of the pressure coalesced into something more than just a hair pull. The hand was pulling Sable’s mind open. Her thoughts were stretched as taut as her scalp. “What …?” Sable gasped.

Seductress stepped up to the glass, her dark beauty filling the heroine’s vision. “I can’t see you in there, Sable, but I don’t need to. I know that my loyal little slave girl has you by the hair. The detective had a natural talent; it was easy to teach her the Scalpgasm technique.”

“But ...” Sable tried to pull away from Maggie’s grip, but somehow her superior strength had melted away. Her fiercest attempts at escape did little more than set her shoulders trembling.

“I’m sure you can tell by now that the first position overloads the nerves that control your motor skills. You are helplessly paralyzed.” Seductress licked her lips. “My slave girl will demonstrate second position.”

Maggie’s hands shifted. The world followed suit. Her vision shrank to just Seductress’s eyes. Her hearing focused on only Seductress’s voice. Her skin felt only Seductress’s fingers along her scalp. Her past dissolved with every stroke. Her breathing came in ragged pants. Her body ached for pleasure. Her soul ached to serve those beautiful eyes.

“Please,” Sable moaned as she fell into those eyes. “Please, Mistress. Please.”

“Fallen already?” Seductress tsked. “Pity. Once we get to the fourth position, things get truly interesting.”

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