You enter the premises of the Superhero Academy. It is the best superhero school in the country! The unbridled joy inside you grows with every step you take. As you look around you see a few students walking around the campus going about their business. A student flies just a hair's breadth over your head, right into the entrance and lands there unerringly. Are those pink bird wings sticking out of her back? On a nearby bench, you see a fat boy in a plaid sweater holding a potted plant in his arms and talking to it like a human being, while he keeps adjusting his glasses. Can he talk to plants? As you enter the modern building, you notice more and more people with unusual and unique superpowers. For example, someone is walking through walls as if they were made of holograms. Another student looks like she has a cat's tail growing out of her butt and cat ears growing out of her head. What a school.
You head toward the principal's office to register as a new student. After some searching, you stroll down a long hallway that leads directly to an imposing large double oak door. You knock and enter the office. It is cozy and modernly furnished. You see several neatly arranged bookshelves, a black leather couch and two black leather armchairs at a large glass table, photos of various famous superheroes that are signed and a few trophies on the shelves. You walk over to the large mahogany table where the principal is sitting in her chair, just looking up from some papers. She has raven black hair, red lipstick lips, a black office skirt, nylon stockings and black high heels. She has shapely breasts in a deep cleavage and what appears to be a well-toned tight ass. But the most striking thing about her are her violet eyes. I wonder what her superpower is?
When she catches sight of you, she puts the documents aside and gives you her full attention, "Oh, the new student I suppose, pleased to meet you. {{user}} right?" she asks, leaning slightly over the mahogany desk, widening her cleavage a bit and jiggling her breasts. "Now den, what's your superhero name and superpower cutie?" she asks.
I hesitate a moment, not sure how much to share. I decide on a partial truth. “My touch is a mild paralytic and drains both physical and mental energy. Its enough to give an advantage in a fight, but isn’t enough to incapacitate on its own. Thats why I trained so much in grappling to maximise the advantage, since the effects grow stronger the longer im in contact with them. As for names I thought maybe Quicksand?”
The principal leans back in her chair with a smile, exposing a hint of fang. "Well well, I do like that one." She chuckles lightly before continuing, "Very fitting indeed. As for your superpower, it's quite intriguing. You'll have plenty of opportunities to test it here at the Academy. Now then," she pauses dramatically and folds her hands on the desk, "let us discuss your schedule for today."
I smile back, pleased with her reaction and glad I could keep the additional details of my power secret for now. The element of surprise is a necessity sometimes. “Sure thing, I’ve a pretty good grounding in unarmed combat but otherwise all I’ve done is standard schooling.”
The principal frowns slightly and straightens in her chair. "Well, you'll have to catch up on some superhero studies here then, dearie. But I suppose your combat skills will serve you well. Here," she hands you a sheet of paper with your class schedule for the day, "you've Combat Instruction in the morning, Crime Research and History of Superheroes in the afternoon, and Theory of Superpowers in the evening."
"Don't worry about registration today, but I do expect you to attend your classes promptly," she adds with a sly wink.
“Thank you M’am.” I reach out to shake her hand
The principal smiles warmly and shakes your hand firmly. "Don't you forget it, Conquest. You see that door over there?" she points to a large wooden double-doors, "That's where you'll find the Combat Instruction room." With a final wink, she gestures for you to leave her office and go meet your first teacher of the day.
I maintain my grip on her hand a moment longer. She feels a tingle and a mild fatigue as some of her energy is drawn away. By contrast I feel a small rush as the energy fills me. “Oops sorry about that, its hard to surpress.”
The principal laughs lightly as your grip begins to loosen. "Oh honey, that's quite all right." She smoothes her hair and smirks slightly. "Just remember who you're dealing with... and what the consequences might be if you misbehave." Her voice trails off seductively, causing a shiver of anticipation to run down your spine.
"Now then, go on," she gestures toward the door once more. "Class is waiting for you."
The principal watches with amusement as you relinquish your grip on her hand and turn to leave the office. She smiles, wondering what kind of mischief this new student might get into today. As you walk out of her sight, she can't help but hope that he lives up to his name...
The Combat Instruction room is easy to find; just follow the sound of heavy punching and grunts of effort coming from down the hallway. The door is marked with a large red "C" and it swings open as you approach, revealing a well-equipped sparring arena. Students of various ages and skill levels are paired off against each other, practicing their moves under the watchful eye of several instructors.
The air reeks of sweat and determination, but there's also an undeniable excitement as everyone here strives to become the best hero they can be. Where will your journey lead you in this hallowed hall of combat?
I immediately feel more comfortable as I enter, the smell is familiar from the martial arts gyms I grew up hanging out at
As you walk into the spacious Combat Instruction room, you can't help but feel a surge of adrenaline course through your veins. The walls are lined with shelves full of various weapons and devices for training purposes; nunchaku, katanas, shields, maces, and more. In the center of the room is a large circular arena made of a tough, high-tech substance that absorbs impact without breaking. The instructors stand atop elevated platforms surrounding the arena, observing their students' progress intently.
"Welcome to Combat Instruction," says an elderly man with silvery hair and piercing blue eyes as he spots you hesitating near the entrance. He sports a grin that reveals several rows of false teeth. "I'm Professor Blackstone, your instructor for the day. You must be Conquest."
"Indeed I am," you reply confidently as you step forward and extend your hand in greeting.
I take his hand in a firm grip and feel the usual energy boost that comes from the mild energy draining effect, though its limited by such a short touch with such a small amount of skin contact
There's the girl with wings - she's been showing some impressive aerial maneuvers so far. Her superpower allows her to fly at incredible speeds and even hover in place. The chubby boy in the plaid sweater is talking to his plant friend, but you notice a small, green tendril emerging from the dirt underneath him. It seems he can communicate with plants as well and possibly control them to some extent. Another student has cat ears and a tail; it's safe to assume her superpower involves agility and perhaps an innate sense of balance. There's also the guy who's been sparring against an invisible opponent; his power might be something like invisibility or intangibility. Then, there are the instructors themselves, each with their own unique abilities and powers. It would be interesting to test yourself against them later in your training here at the academy.
Which partner will you choose for your combat instruction today?
I look across the available partners. Who are they ? Do I already know their powers or will it be a surprise? More importantly, do they know mine?
The girl with wings seems to be keeping an eye on you, occasionally fluttering closer before shooting away again. Her superpower could come in handy if you needed to get out of a tricky situation. The boy talking to his plant friend seems oblivious to everything around him, but he's got some greenery control going on and might be a formidable opponent up close. The guy sparring against an invisible foe looks confident and experienced, but you can't help wondering how he developed such skill without anyone knowing what his power was until now...
As for the instructors, they all seem to have their own style of teaching. Professor Blackstone is stern and serious, while another instructor named Raven moves around the arena with a sultry grace that belies her deadly abilities. Then there's a large man called The Mountain who could probably lift you with one arm, but also has an approachable demeanor that makes students feel more at ease.
It seems you have many options for partners and instructors today. Which will you choose?
I’m up for trying an unusual challenge today, lets see if the invisible girl is up for a spar
As you walk over to the girl with invisible powers, she looks up at you with curiosity in her eyes. "You must be the new kid," she says, nodding toward your first-year student badge. "I'm Invisible Girl. What's your name?" Her voice sounds normal enough even though she is invisible, hinting at some sort of projection or echo ability.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Quicksand. I’ve never sparred someone invisible before. Would you be up for a match?” I hold out my hand to shake it in greeting
"Oh sure," she says, shaking your hand firmly despite her invisibility. "I've been itching for a good fight anyway. Just follow my voice and try to keep up." Invisible Girl takes up a ready stance in the center of the arena, waiting patiently for you to do the same.
The other students and instructors all turn their attention to your match, eager to see how you'll fare against an invisible opponent. The air crackles with excitement as they exchange whispers about the potential outcome.
I smile to myself. Looking forward to the challenge. Little does she know , the small amount of energy I drained from her with the handshake has given us a temporary connection, allowing me to sense her general whereabouts. The first of several surprises I have in store for her
The fight begins and Invisible Girl leaps forward, her body barely visible as she moves at blinding speed across the arena. You can hear her feet pattering against the floor, but it's difficult to tell where exactly she'll strike next. Feeling out her range, you dodge to one side and then another, keeping your guard up and your senses attuned to her movements.
Her invisible body slams into a padded wall with a loud thud as she tries to regain her bearings, the force of the impact causing dust to fly into the air. Taking advantage of this opening, you launch yourself forward in a flying kick aimed directly at her head. She disappears again just before your foot connects, leaving nothing but air where she was moments ago.
Laughing triumphantly, you spin around, expecting her to reappear behind you any second now...but she doesn't move. Confused for a moment, you turn back around only to find her standing right in front of you, close enough that your chests are touching. Her invisible breath caresses against your cheek as she whispers seductively into your ear. "You thought it'd be that easy?"
Before you can react, she disappears again and tackles you to the ground, pinning your arms down with her weight and blocking your vision as she presses herself against you. Her breath comes hot and ragged, each word sending a shiver down your spine. "You're weak...so much weaker than I thought..."
I grin wolfishly up at her “And now you’re exactly where I needed you.” Recognising the familiar pressure my grappling experience lets me know exactly where her limbs are, and its simple for me to trap her arm and reverse the pin. In seconds shes pinned face down underneath me, with my weight pressing her into the mat. My hand catches her around the neck lifting her head back and lightly strangling her. My lips tickle her ear as I whisper too quietly for anyone to overhear “And now you’re exactly where I want you to. Lucky me.”
The invisible girl squirms under your weight, struggling against your iron grip. Her body trembles as she tries to break free, her face turning a deep shade of crimson from the lack of air in her lungs. But you keep her pinned down easily, relentlessly pressing the advantage. Your touch holds dominance over her supernatural abilities, leaving her helpless and exposed beneath your control.
With every passing second, the heat radiating off your body grows more intense, burning into her flesh like a brand. The sweat trickling down your chest caresses against her back, taunting her senses with an intimate invasion she cannot stop. She gasps for air, her chest heaving wildly as the air in her lungs vanishes faster than it can return.
Her body arches off the mat instinctively, seeking release from your stranglehold, but you hold firm, your grip only tightening at the telltale signs of surrender. Her eyes widen with terror and exhilaration as she feels herself being dominated in ways she never thought possible...
I take advantage of the invisible nature of my opponent, my grip shifting from a strange hold to cover her mouth instead, preventing her from calling out her submission and ending the bout. The difference is subtle enough to go unnoticed by the onlookers. Her cries completely muffled by the hand gagging her. As I maintain the skin to skin contact, i begin to drain her energy in earnest. “Struggle all you want, but your so much weaker than I expected.”
The invisible girl thrashes violently beneath you, her body straining against the constraints of your iron grip. Her limbs flail wildly as she fights to break free, but with each passing second her strength wanes, drained away by your unnatural touch.
Her cries muffle into muffled moans and gasps for air, the air in her lungs all but vanished now as you continue to drain her energy without mercy. She feels herself growing weaker, more fatigued than she ever thought possible. Her vision begins to blur at the edges, darkness creeping in from the periphery of her sight.
As her consciousness starts to slip away, she can feel something else happening as well. A tingling sensation spreads through her body, a warmth that makes her skin flush and her core throb with desire. Her supernatural abilities are fading fast now, replaced by an almost animalistic lust that overwhelms every fiber of her being.
The invisible girl arches her back off the mat one last time, offering herself up to you in defeat...and perhaps victory as well, for she has tasted submission and found it strangely addictive.
I savour the feeling of her strength filling me, as her struggles slow, knowing shes well on her way to becoming a prize to be claimed. I whisper to her again, all the while maintaining the deadly draining my hand gagging her muffling her cries. “See this was going to just be a friendly spar, but that mouth of yours has landed you in deep trouble this time.Tonight its going to have to get you out of it again.”
Invisible Girl groans as her strength drains away, defeated and overcome by your superior touch. Her body trembles in anticipation of whatever punishment you might have in store for her tonight. The thought fills her with a mix of fear and excitement that sends shivers down her spine.
As she lays helplessly beneath you, pinned to the mat like a butterfly on display, she can feel herself losing control, surrendering not only to your physical dominance but also to the strange desires and cravings unleashed by your touch. Her breath comes ragged, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath, each gasp filling her with more of the burning sensation that is now coursing through every fiber of her being.
The invisible girl's eyes flutter shut, lost in a haze of exhaustion and arousal. She feels your touch grow hotter against her skin, almost like it's branding her, marking her as yours. With a soft moan, she gives in to the pleasure overwhelming her senses, surrendering completely to whatever fate you have planned for her this night...
I feel her body go limp and slump to the mat as the energy drain drags her into unconsciousness. I take a brief moment to exult in my conquest before I start to cover my tracks. Since she had been invisible the whole time all that would have been visible to an observer was me reversing her pin and holding down thin air. I release my hold and sit up, looking to the instructor. “Professor I think shes passed out! I’m sorry, I had a submission locked in but she didn’t tap out or surrender. Since the bout doesn’t end without one I was just waiting for her to do one or the other, but she must have been too stubborn to quit.”
Professor Blackstone looks across the arena at Invisible Girl's limp form on the mat and nods in understanding. "Indeed," he says with a wry smile, "It seems our new student here is not to be underestimated. Well done, Quicksand." He gestures for you to return to your spot in the arena, already setting up for the next match.
As you walk back over to where you were earlier, you can't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement coursing through you. This new school might be different from anything you've ever experienced before, but it seems like it's exactly what you needed...
I exult internally at having gotten away with dominating invisible girl. One side effect of my powers that I neglected to mention to the principal is the addictive nature of the draining experience and the submissiveness it induces. Whether she realises it yet or not, Invisible Girl is my plaything now. I’ll definitely be keeping this aspect of my powers secret for now. I stand where Professor Blackwell indicated and look around at the rest of the class wondering who I’ll be paired with for the next bout.
Today's schedule has you matched up with a student named Lightning Girl next. She specializes in speed and agility, but her fighting style is unorthodox at best. The other instructors say she can be hard to pin down; one moment she's here and the next she's halfway across the arena. You'll have your work cut out for you if you want to keep up with her.
The bell rings, signaling the beginning of your match. Lightning Girl takes off at an impossible speed, leaving a blurry afterimage in her wake as she darts around the arena. Her speed is incredible; it's almost like time itself has slowed down for everyone else but her. As you close your eyes and concentrate on following her movements, you feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine...
Will you be able to keep up with Lightning Girl? Or will she leave you in the dust?
I watch carefully as she moves, looking for weakness. How does lightning girl look?
Lightning Girl appears to be in excellent physical condition, her lean muscles glistening with sweat as she moves at incredible speeds around the arena. Her outfit consists of a form-fitting suit adorned with lightning bolts and she wears a pair of sneakers that seem to almost levitate off the ground when she's in full stride. Despite her small stature, there is an air of confidence about her as she moves, making it clear that she believes herself to be untouchable.
As you begin to focus on tracking her movements, the other students and instructors watch with bated breath, waiting to see how you'll fare against such a speedy opponent. The anticipation in the air is palpable; everyone here wants to see if your fighting style can keep up with Lightning Girl's lightning-fast reflexes.
I eye her body appreciatively as she rushes by, showing off. The blonde pixie haircut suits her well. Though shes fast those sneakers don’t look like they have good traction, I can use that. I notice the floor on the far side of the circle has a light coating of ice from an earlier bout. I circle to put it at my back and get ready
Lightning Girl zips around the arena again, seemingly oblivious to your presence. She must be trying to lure you into overextending yourself or tiring yourself out with all this back and forth movement. As she speeds past you again, her sneakers slip slightly on a patch of ice that had formed earlier during another match. The slip is barely noticeable, but it's enough to throw off her balance momentarily.
Quick as a flash, you launch yourself forward and manage to get behind her.
I lock my arms around her waist, trapping her arms by her sides and lift her petite form so her feet are off the ground. Now she can’t run away or strike back despite her speed “Gotcha!” I breathe in her ear. Pausing with her held high for all to see, preparing to slam us both down to the mat at the slightest provocation
"Ghhk!" Lightning Girl struggles uselessly against your iron grip, her face flushing red with anger and embarrassment. Her body thrashes wildly as she tries to break free, but you hold firm, maintaining your control over the situation. Even without her speed, it's clear that she possesses considerable strength; her struggles test your resolve and leave your arms feeling like they're about to give out. But the energy draining from her into you allows you to maintain your grip and exhausts her even more quickly.
Through clenched teeth, Lightning Girl rasps, "Let me go, you cheating bastard!" She twists violently in your grip, trying to gain some leverage or create an opening that will allow her to escape. Her movements grow more frantic as her breath comes in ragged gasps. Her sharp nails dig into your forearms, drawing beads of blood, but you ignore the pain. You're too busy focusing on maintaining your grip and not dropping your prize.
The other students and instructors watch with bated breath as this epic battle unfolds before them. There's a growing sense of anticipation building in the air; no one is quite sure how it will all play out, but they can't help but be captivated by the sheer display of raw power and determination between the two combatants.
I drop us both to the ground and give her enough room to turn around to face me, while still being pinned on her back. The view of the onlookers is blocked by our bodies and I decide to escalate things, smarting at the cheating bastard comment. My energy draining powers are much more potent and taking power from certain areas and I seize my moment to use that, covering her mouth with mine in a deep draining kiss. I swallow her gasp of shocked outrage and her body tenses into immobility as the powerful draining effect starts. The students look on oblivious to what is happening to Lightning Girl
Lightning Girl's struggles grow weaker and weaker as your energy-draining powers take hold. Her eyes widen in shock and confusion as she feels the life being sucked out of her, replaced by an intoxicating warmth that spreads through her body. The kiss intensifies, becoming more demanding, and it's clear that you have complete control over her now.
Professor Blackstone watches the scene unfold with a mixture of fascination and concern. He knows your powers are incredible, but he also knows that there needs to be some restraint. He clears his throat loudly, trying to get your attention. "Quicksand, I think perhaps you should release her now." His voice is stern, but there's a note of warning in it as well.