An Eye For an Eye (Closed)

[BlueCollarGirl]

“Still no sign of Marksman here on the lakefront,” crackled Mr. Amazing’s voice over the comm. “Callie, what about you?”

“Nope, nothing here in the park. Queen?”

Adrienne sighed and reported in. “Lab and I haven’t seen or heard anything here in the plaza.” Her husband, Jack, made a low wave at her from across the way, and she smiled. For this recon mission, they were both in street clothes, though she had her black-and-silver uniform on under her dress and coat. March in Chicago was always a toss-up on what the weather would be, and this year it was cold and blustery.

She didn’t pay much attention to Jasper, the last of their team, as he checked in from the train station. Marksman had been on a rampage in Dallas the last anyone had heard, but an alert from a source outside the Hero Federation popped up on their radar this morning, so the team scrambled a quick look-and-see mission.

Well, it wasn’t surprising. Tips from outside the NHF were unreliable at best, but Amazing took all information seriously, and Jack agreed that we couldn’t ignore it. He ran an analysis through LUPINE, the supercomputer he built, on the odds of a Marksman attack here, and apparently they were high enough to make him join us out in the field. He was the team tech guy, not a super, so he rarely came out on missions with her.

That was fine. It was nice to work together but not “together”. As Scream Queen, every day was Halloween for Adrienne. She got to dress up in a sexy-but-scary costume, wear a mock-plague doctor mask concealing her identify and use her supersonic vocal abilities to beat up bad guys. Then she got to come home to her brilliant and understanding husband who tended to any wounds she picked up, massaged her feet, fixed her costume, and cooked her dinner. What more could a girl ask for?

“Okay, I’m calling it.” Amazing sounded annoyed but also more than a little relieved. “Let’s head back and regroup.”

Jack blew her a kiss from across the plaza and walked back towards the L-station. Adrienne smiled at his retreating back before she headed towards the parking garage where she left her sporty coupe. The walk was a few blocks, and the wind tousled her long, auburn hair into knots that would take probably an hour to brush out.

A million mundane things ran through her mind on that walk, but she never sensed the danger that followed close behind. She never even sensed someone there, let alone an old foe. It wasn’t until it was too late, when she’d reached her car in the quiet garage, that she heard a familiar voice whisper, “An eye for an eye, Scream Queen,” that she realized too late that she’d let her guard down.

And there he was as she turned. Before she could exhale a scream at him, his strange dark eyes caught hers, and all the fight ran out of her. “An eye for an eye,” she repeated as blankness swept across everything.

 

[dreadlord21]

It was the only thing that kept him truly sane in the Rift, the prison reserved for super heroines that was in fact a prison only attainable through a dimensional hole. His need for revenge against HER. The bitch that put him in that hell. The prison was in a truly hellish landscape. Being imprisoned there was mental anguish especially for those with psychic powers.

Dominick Reynolds was one such individual. He had been gifted with the ability to mentally dominate and control other people with just a good look into their eyes. Eyes might be windows to the soul for normal people but for Mezmo it was an open door to the mind.

That was the name he had picked for himself when he went from being a common hood in south Chicago to a true super villain when his powers manifested. Mezmo could control people with a look. It had been unreal for him to discover this. No more living in poverty. No more wasting his intellect or good looks trying to mug people or other piss ant crimes.

He had become what he wanted to truly be. He fashioned himself a slick black and silver outfit with a half hood that only exposed his eyes and his wide smirk. His dark hair and lightly tanned skin were hidden in the costume. Mezmo had been a true terror for three glorious years until SHE ruined it all.

He breathed out carefully through his mouth as he recounted the shame of that day. Scream Queen had finally tracked him down. Her super hero team had some kind of tech gizmo guy. It was the only thing Mezmo could think of to explain how she was able to completely ignore his power. When she confronted him when he was literally balls deep into a young blonde slut he had mind controlled to be his fuck toy he had laughed at her.

His hands clenched as he waited for her to get back to her car. He had taunted her and looked deep in her eyes as she slowly, arrogantly walked up to the bed he was fucking his meat puppet. It took him a moment to realize that his power wasn't working. He had always wanted to fuck that super heroine slut. She was he guessed a few years older than him but her body was hot. She dressed up like a slut frankly with her outfit.

She had actually let him realize his power wasn't working on her. His dick was still in the blonde's slut pussy when she grabbed him by the back of his head. "This is for every girl you've raped you fucking asshole," she said in a deadly serious whisper. He remembered well that flicker of fear turn into a raging torrent of fear right when she started punching him.

Dominick knew how to fight. You had to in order to survive his shitty childhood. But Scream Queen didn't just have sonic powers. She was one of the best hand to hand fighters in the world. As she started punching him repeatedly in the face he realized she enjoyed beating him not with her powers but with her own hands. She had beaten him senseless. His last memory of that night was his dick involuntarily spasming and spewing his sperm all over the blonde as Scream Queen literally punched him out of her body. Scream Queen's derisive snort of laughter at that last humiliation had been enough for him to swear revenge against her.

Mezmo did not know how he had gotten out of the Rift. There had been a general prison break and somehow the portal back to this world was still open. He had been one of a few super villains to make it through before the guards had managed to close it. He had found his old gear and knew immediately where to go.

And here she was. He had hidden behind her car in the garage she parked in. He had been given a cryptic email about where to find the real Scream Queen. He had no idea she was married. He had wasted three years of his life because of this bitch. He had first thought about making her kill herself. Or, more fun, have her kill a bus of school children BEFORE killing herself.

But the email had a suggestion he found intriguing. Instead of just simple revenge, simple murder, why not do something more nefarious? The email's suggestion was far more fun. He smirked as he watcher her walk right by him. Her body was still hot as living fuck, the three years doing nothing but add slightly more padding to her ample curves. He felt an erection growing realizing that the email's suggestion was right on point.

What's better than murdering a super heroine? Making her his own personal super slut. He was going to make her his sex slave and never, ever let her go. He usually could not keep someone under permanent control but he had honed his powers in the quiet hours of his cell. It might be only one person he could control forever but he was going to make it count.

He whispered "An eye for an eye" as he stepped out from behind her Honda Accord. He could see the shock radiating from her as his mind bent hers to his will. "An eye for an eye" she repeated blankly to him.

Mezmo laughed once in the darkness of the garage. Let the breaking begin.

 

[BlueCollarGirl]

The darkness was palpable and all-encompassing, no cracks for light to sneak in through, nothing to alert her to the passage of time. She floated there, weightless, unaware of the world. The only thing to break up the monotony of the darkness was a faint whisper, so low that she felt the words more than heard them. They etched themselves into her bones, hidden away from sight, especially her own.

Then, there was a loud tapping. She jerked herself back to the world to find she was sitting in her car in the driveway of her modest house. Jack stood there, rapping on the window with a concerned look on his face. He motioned her to roll down the window, so she did. “Honey, are you okay? How long have you been sitting out here?”

With a little laugh, she shook her head. “I’m not sure? I don’t even remember driving home.”

Concern creased his brow. “Seriously? You know that’s not something to ignore, right?” He opened the door and held out a hand to help her out. She brushed the hand off, and his lips turned down under his beard. “I’m not joking, Ada. Losing time like that can be the sign of something neurological.”

She chuckled. That was Jack, ever overprotective of her. “Honestly, Jack, I feel fine.”

Which she believed until she walked toward the door. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she wavered on her feet. Jack was at her side in a flash, taking her elbow and leading her inside. But rather than bring her to the kitchen to feed her dinner, he led her back to the elevator that went down into his basement lab. When Adrienne tried to protest, Jack held up his hand. “I don’t want to hear it, Ada.”

She knew he was serious when he got all bossy like that, so there was no point in arguing. She peeled off her jacket and dropped it on the chair beside the lift. As he set up his equipment, Adrienne paused and to get out of her boots and the dress she wore over her uniform. Then she worked her way out of that, as well, standing there in the lab in her sport bra and boyshort panties before throwing on a robe they kept down here for such occasions.

But Jack watched her, noting that her movements were mechanical, from rote memory, as if she wasn’t actually here. When she hopped up on the exam table, he checked her vitals, which were all normal. Adrienne kept spacing out through the tests, but even when he ran concussion protocol, no alarms sounded.

After it was over, Adrienne blinked and then smirked at him. “See? I told you nothing was wrong.” Jack frowned and opened his mouth to say something when she pulled him close to where she sat on the table. Her robe remained open, which made it easy to wrap her legs around his waist. “Let me show you how fine I am.”

He laughed and shook his head before leaning in to kiss her.

 

[dreadlord21]

Jack could not help but notice his wife's superheroine outfit. She had always intentionally worn an outfit that bordered on immodest. The last few days that had changed from on the border to all the way over. She still had her plague doctor mask on but she changed the rest of her outfit completely.

It now had a solid black unitard with deep French cuts on the sides that was slit up to her hips. The deep cut out in the front exposed her cleavage almost to the point you could see her nipples. The fishnets had been replaced by thigh high black stockings. The jacket was retained but was always left open to draw attention to her ample breasts.

The impact on the scum she fought was noticeable. The men could barely keep their eyes off her body to actually fight back. Some of the others had started to complain about her outfit to him in private but Jack could only point out how effective it was in fighting crime.

He also could not admit to them but he greatly enjoyed her new look. Whenever Ada would return from fighting crime she was insatiable in her lust. He barely had time to ask how a night out was before she grabbed him and would practically force her body onto him. What could a husband hope for? She was changing, he thought, finally being comfortable with her natural sexuality.

Jack had noticed that when she was with the crooks after taking them out there were moments she was acting a little strangely. He thought it was his imagination the first time or two but he noticed that she would pause with some of the men. It almost looked like she would move their hands or face onto her breasts or in between her legs. He knew there were martial arts moves that required momentary touches but it felt like this was more than that.

He shook his head and continued to tinker with her jacket to reinforce the kevlar lining inside of it. She was coming home later and later from being out on patrol. Her makeup under her plague doctor mask would be smeared or smudged which was normal but it seemed more pronounced lately. Her lipstick in particular was always requiring more touch up.

Come to think of it, Jack pondered, she had started wearing cherry red lipstick or bubblegum pink lipstick for the first time recently. And some of the pick ups she would call in after beating up a gang of toughs or taking down a smuggle ring would never quite match. The numbers she first gave out never actually added up when the police would pick up the crooks for processing. There seemed to be one or two guys missing each time.

How was she getting those numbers wrong? He asked Ada about it and she would just blank out and give a bad excuse for it. After delivering one tepid excuse she would kinda shake her head slightly, frown, and then get incredibly defensive about it to him.

Jack was starting to truly wonder what was becoming of his wife. She had just made another change to her uniform that gave him a slight pause. The black unitard now had sturdy two clasps located at the bottom of the unitard once worn. Ada said it made it possible for her to more quickly get in and out of her costume. It also served another function which Ada refused to admit but would not deny to him. It made it incredibly easier for her to come home from patrol, pull him down and unsnap it so his cock was more quickly inside her wet pussy.

Jack felt a small blush on his cheeks at his arousal at last night's fucking came to him. She was fucking him with more and more intensity and she seemed to a special thrill out of fucking him while still in her Scream Queen costume.

He finished fiddling with her jacket and put it aside. Their sex life had never been as good as it had been lately. But Jack wondered if he should ask her about these changes in her. Was it just a momentary kink phase or was this something deeper?