The Path of Insinua
Part Two (b): Late-Night Viewing
It was nearly four o’clock in the morning, and Lucas Birch was searching the Internet for porn. He didn’t like throwing around words like “addiction” too lightly, but he knew his interest, and his particular fetish, at least bordered on it. Virtually every night he went on his search for new videos of his specific flavor, and most nights, he found himself disappointed. But every so often, he found a gold mine, and although he didn’t know it yet, tonight would be the biggest gold strike he had ever made.
The thing is, Lucas had a thing for superheroines. The tight costumes, the generous curves, the fantasy, all of it. It was a deep-seeded obsession with him, and had been for years. There was nothing hotter to him than seeing a parody video of some virtuous superheroine falling into the clutches of an enemy. He enjoyed the bondage videos, the coercions, and even some of the harder stuff, but his real interest was always in the realm of the mind. Seeing a superheroine give in to the mental control of someone else pushed his buttons the way literally nothing else could. And on some level, that made perfect sense.
Why? Because Lucas Birch was a supervillain. Granted, he didn’t think of himself that way, necessarily. In fact, as far as supervillains went, he would have to be one of the lowest on the list. Lucas was a meta-human, but his manifestation was harder to define than most. There were metas out there who could fly, or conjure fire, or lift cars with ease. But Lucas couldn’t do any of that. Not by himself, at least. No, Lucas’s power did nothing in and of itself.
Lucas’s villainous codename was Turnabout. He had chosen it because of the old, cliched saying that “Turnabout is fair play.” Turnabout’s meta-human manifestation was that he could copy the other meta-human manifestations being used around him, often to an even stronger degree than those who commanded them full-time. This put him in an interesting position. If meta-human superheroes tried to stop him, he would become, at least temporarily, even stronger than they were. And yet, if no other metas were around, even an average police officer would be enough to take him down.
Turnabout’s supervillain career had been lackluster, to say the least. He had run as an upper-level henchman for a year or two to get started, and that had gone poorly. A police raid of the warehouse he was supposed to have protected got a quarter of the ring busted. He himself had only escaped his arrest when a meta superhero with teleportation powers came to check if the police needed help. Once he was within Turnabout’s range, Lucas was able to copy the power and ’port out himself.
A few months afterward, Turnabout had the most success he would have in his career. After blundering his first job, he was forced to work alone, and so he took a risk at robbing a small bank near the slums of Veneba City. A superheroine with meta-enhanced strength tried to stop him, but by copying her power, he was stronger. That was likely when he had first developed his fetish for superheroines. Her name was Gloriana, and she had looked like a Greek Goddess in her form-fitting blue and gold costume. If he had not been so distracted with her form, he might have gotten away with more than the $80,000 he had managed to grab.
He never saw Gloriana again, as she transferred out west a few weeks later. When Turnabout had attempted to follow up his one success with a bigger one, he encountered the woman that bumped his burgeoning fetish into a full-blown obsession. He was hitting a bank uptown, hoping another meta would show up to bolster his strength. Unfortunately, it was not a meta who came to stop him, but Veil herself, one of the original defenders of justice in Veneba City. She was, bar none, the hottest superheroine he had ever seen. Her long, dark hair; her tight, athletic stomach; her perfect, rounded ass; and her virtually flawless and bountiful tits, all of them overwhelmed Turnabout in a way he was not prepared for. Unfortunately, because she was not a meta, he had no superpowers to help him. Her voice, her body, and the way she thoroughly throttled him that day, were all burned irrevocably into his brain.
And that was why, at nearly four in the morning, Turnabout was sitting at his computer, in his small, studio apartment, searching for porn parodies of Veil. It wasn’t always her specifically, of course. He liked all of the superheroine videos, and they all got him going, but there was absolutely nothing that hit as hard as a Veil video. There were two or three porn stars who played her somewhat regularly and had similar body types, and he often searched for them by name. There was even this one cam girl who had a very believable cosplay outfit that Lucas donated to, although she only wore it once every couple of weeks. Tonight, though, he was hoping for something exciting.
Lucas had about half a dozen sites that he cycled through. Every site was different, of course, and catered to different interests and fetishes, but he had five that regularly had a good collection of superheroine vids, and one more that occasionally paid off. He checked his first two, the ones that most often offered something new and exciting, with no luck. On the third site, he found something that, based on the thumbnail, was extremely promising. It was a new video parody featuring the newcomer superheroine Fugue.
Turnabout felt his cock stiffen as he hovered over the video. Little was known about Fugue so far, but he had seen her in a couple of news stories. If anyone could come close to giving him the feeling that Veil could, it was Fugue. And the fact that she was a telepathic meta made her even more desirable, because that meant that, unlike Veil, he actually had a chance of living out his fantasy. She, apparently, had some ability to affect or control minds, and the thought of owning her almost made him jizz in his pants.
Unfortunately, as he clicked on the video, it came up listed as private. “Shit,” he said to himself, feeling his erection waning with his frustration. He hated it when that happened. It was such a damn cocktease. Just picturing Fugue’s perfect body excited him, and from the preview, the actress they had imitating her was a pretty good match. But there was nothing he could do about it, so instead he just finished out his go-to search , found nothing, and moved on to the fourth site.
This was where he found his jackpot. His very first search brought up a video that had only been posted about an hour earlier. The thumbnail showed a woman dressed in Veil’s mask while lifting her skin-tight top up over a phenomenal set of tits covered in a sexy black bra. Lucas did not recognize the actress, but whoever she was looked like the spitting image of the real Veil. Feeling his blood start to flow, Turnabout opened the video.
The first thing he noticed was its amateur nature. It had clearly been recorded on a home camera without any special sound equipment, and as the Veil impersonator began talking, he found that he needed to turn up the volume to be able to hear her. It was so amateurish that he almost turned the video off, but two things stopped him. The first was that this woman could have been Veil’s identical twin. She was the best match to the real thing he had ever seen. The second was that, for reasons he could not explain, he was starting to feel the tingle.
The tingle was what Turnabout called it when he felt his meta-manifestation begin to activate. Usually, that meant that another meta was within his range. However, very occasionally, metas created lasting effects, and his power grabbed the ability that created the effect. The problem with that was that it was a power he was not used to and had not seen used, and so it always took him longer to figure out what he was suddenly, if temporarily, able to do. He could not figure out what this video had to do with meta-powers, and he was so busy trying to figure it out that he barely noticed as the Veil in the video stripped naked and fucked herself in front of the camera.
Something strange was going on, and Turnabout was going to find out what it was. He clicked on the name of the person who had ed it, and it brought him to their profile, which listed only that one video. However, the tingle was getting worse, and Turnabout felt like he could almost hear voices. Confused and concerned, he closed his eyes and focused on the tingle, trying to bring the power out. When he finally opened his eyes again, he could barely believe what he saw.
The computer screen in front of him looked as it always did, and yet somehow, it was like he could see beyond it, through it, into it. The computer seemed almost like a person, a person who was waiting for something. It was like a waiter at a restaurant, just waiting for his order. At that thought, something in Turnabout’s mind peeled away and the meta-power revealed itself. It was some sort of technopathy, but extended beyond that. He felt he could actually make the computer do things that it was never programmed for. With a wicked smile, he willed the computer to show him this ’s profile as if he were them.
The screen reloaded, and where previously he had seen only one video, now there were three. The one he had found was the only one set to public and was the oldest, at only a little over an hour. The second one was longer, and the thumbnail showed the same actress who had played Veil, as well as a male actor who was a dead ringer for Tenebraen. The third video showed both of them again, this time with the addition of a gorgeous red-head that Lucas did not recognize. Whoever she was, though, Turnabout found himself wanting nothing more than to see her and Veil having some fun together.
He clicked on the video, still not entirely sure how he had managed to access the private profile he had discovered. The video was the same low-quality home camera footage as the first one, but considering the subject of the video, that hardly mattered to him. The red-headed woman was a goddess, with large and shapely breasts that defied gravity, a slim waist that was a bit less toned than the Veil actress but undeniably feminine, and the rounded hips and ass that made a man harder than a steel girder. As she and the Tenebraen actor poorly improvised through a fairly standard villainess seduction scene, Lucas stroked himself slowly, knowing that the actress who played Veil would enter before long and wanting to save himself.
Eventually, Veil did enter the scene, and she and the redhead began to fight. As they did, Lucas’s motions slowed as he began to notice something odd. The red-haired woman barely seemed to know what she was doing, as he expected of a porn actress in a fight scene. The woman playing Veil, however, seemed to be intentionally holding back, as if she could take out the other woman any time she wanted, but was being very careful not to hurt her. As Turnabout watched, he found himself studying Veil’s curves and mentally comparing them against the Veil he had met, the Veil who had kicked his ass and started his obsession. And the more he watched her, the more he became convinced that this was no actress.
By the time the red-haired villainess grabbed Veil’s head and stunned her with a kiss, Lucas was thoroughly convinced. As she rubbed her hands up and down Veil’s body, teasing her breasts, brushing over her cunt, dancing across the tight, black, superhero costume, Turnabout knew it had to be the real Veil who was moaning in pleasure and submission. He had hundreds of pictures and videos of Veil, and the image of her perfect, toned body was burned flawlessly into his brain. There was no doubt in his mind. This was Veil.
But how was that possible? If this were the real Veil, then logic dictated that the slack-jawed man sitting on the bed, wearing the dark mask and blankly watching the two gorgeous women in front of him, must have been the real Tenebraen. But if this were some kink video the two made for themselves, then who was the red-head? Something told him that she was the key to the secret. First of all, he did not think either Tenebraen or Veil were good enough actors for what he was seeing now. They both looked thoroughly controlled by this woman, and Veil certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, even as the villainess removed all of her costume except the mask.
Lucas would have lost it when the three figures on screen started their lengthy threesome had he not been so distracted thinking about what must have happened. The red-haired woman must be a meta-human of some kind, likely a mind-controller, but that did not explain how he was copying a technopath’s power now. That likely meant one of two things. Either the woman was working with a technopath who had created this profile, or she was the technopath herself. If she were, she had probably brainwashed them somehow, but he wasn’t getting any imprint of what was used. Still, the thought nearly made him explode, and he likely would have had he not forced himself to stop stroking and squeeze his balls a bit. Control was important, after all.
However, despite his best efforts, he could not hold himself back any more once the redhead ordered Tenebraen to fuck Veil’s ass. The superheroine’s weak, submission moan of assent was everything Turnabout had fantasized about, and the moment Tenebraen stuck his cock into his obedient, mind-fucked wife, Turnabout came harder than he had in as long as he could . His eyes slammed shut, and he tried to mentally extend the moment as long as he could, catag it in his memory for future—and frequent—use. He was breathing heavily now, and may have fallen asleep for a few minutes, but when his senses returned to him, the video was still playing.
Lucas forced himself to open his eyes when he heard Veil just about to scream out in her own powerful orgasm. Shockingly, though, he saw the redhead reach over and pull off Veil’s mask. As the heroine’s orgasm crashed over her, she yelled out, “My real name is Veronica Cain!” Lucas almost fell out of his chair. Not only was he seeing Veil’s real face—and what a beautiful face it was, too!—but he had a name! He knew something that only a few people in the world knew. He knew Veil’s secret identity!
So that was why the woman, or whoever the technopath in this scenario was, had kept this video private. The criminal element in Veneba City would pay ludicrous amounts of money to know who the Dark Paragon and his wife were, and as he thought about what he would do with this information, he saw the red-haired woman pull Tenebraen’s mask off, as well. That confirmed it. Lucas Birch did not know Veronica Cain enough to recognize her, but everyone in the city had seen pictures or news stories about Darren Cain, and, without a doubt, that was him lying slumped and exhausted over the sweaty, sexy body of Veil.
He heard the redhead in the video say, “you two belong to me completely,” and Turnabout almost came again, just from hearing that. He needed to find out who this woman was. If she had so thoroughly conquered Veneba City’s first superheroes, he suspected he would hear of her soon, unless the other heroes of the city saved them first. Lucas was just about to turn off the video when he heard the arousing villainess speak again, this time saying words that would change Lucas’s life forever. She said, “And soon, so will your daughter, Fugue.”
Lucas’s mouth dropped open like he were a cartoon character. His cock immediately stiffened again, even knowing the video was over. Fugue? Fugue was Veil and Tenebraen’s daughter? The meta-human telepath, the new superheroine on the scene who apparently had a way to control minds, and Turnabout now knew who she was and where she lived? Lucas’s lips quivered just a bit in anticipation. If he could get close to Fugue, he could make her his, assuming her powers worked that way. If they did, that meant he could also use those powers to conquer Veil, and even this mysterious redhead, as well.
Without even thinking about it, Lucas started stroking his hardening cock once again. Things were turning around for him now.
“Soon,” he said, whispering to the picture of Veil on the thumbnail of the video. “Soon, you will all be mine.”