Deedee the Dominator
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Deedee hoped that her long sexual frustration would end....

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Deedee could hardly believe that she was actually walking into “Bob’s
Secret Lair”.  The Lair, as it was more commonly know, was the place where
people with superpowers gathered to relax, unwind and exchange war
stories.



The Lair had a strict reputation for being neutral territory.  It was most
likely the only place on earth where you might see the Black Bat sitting at
the same table and enjoying a cocktail with his arch enemy the Wild Card.
The peace was kept by the owner Bob who was a powerful mystic with the
power to cast an expulsion spell on the most powerful inhabitants of most
know dimensions.   He could also cast a spell of forgetfulness that ensured
that anyone kicked out of The Lair would never find their way back.



Bob generally steered clear of any personal grievances between his
customers.  He only became involved when it looked like they might cause
major damage to his establishment.  As soon as any new customer walked into
The Lair, they were provided this information by way of a spell of
enlightenment.



Perhaps the main factor that made The Lair so popular among the
super-powered set was that it was very, very exclusive.  In general, one
had to be invited by someone who was already a regular.  Of course, no
press was allowed.  In fact, officially, The Lair didn’t even exist.
That’s why it caused quite a stir when the beautiful, young Deedee Meyers
walked through the door unescorted.



Deedee could feel the eyes of most of the nightclub patrons on her.  This
was nothing new for her.  A young woman as extraordinarily beautiful as
Deedee was used to being looked at.  In fact, she was used to being ogled.
It didn’t surprise her that the super-powered patrons of The Lair reacted
to her any differently that regular people did.



This time all the stares felt slightly different to Deedee however.  Sure,
she felt the lustful stares of the male patrons and the jealous glares of
the female patrons, but she also felt something different.  There was a
fair amount of suspicion mixed in with the lust and the jealousy.



Deedee sat down alone at an otherwise empty table.  She was immediately
approached by one of the robo-servers who did a quick scan of her DNA to
determine if she was old enough to be served alcoholic beverages.  The scan
determined that Deedee was barely twenty years old.



“What-beverage-of-a-non-alcoholic-nature-can-I-bring-you-Miss?” the
robo-server asked with its mechanical voice.  Deedee responded that she
would have a virgin pink lady and the robo-server zipped off to fill her
order.



While Deedee waited for her drink she glanced around the room.  The tables
were about half-filled with many heroes and a few villains that she’d been
reading about most of her life.  Deedee was a little star struck even
though she had an overwhelming feeling that she belonged here.



She was also a little disappointed that none of the super heavy-hitters
were in attendance.  Where was Superiorman, Thunder God or the Belligerent
Bulk?  Where was Captain Thunder or even Captain Thunder, Jr.?



She was especially struck by how beautiful most of the women were.  They
all seemed to have classically beautiful faces and were all very trim and
athletic looking.  Most of them had very sexy figures with nice breasts,
tight asses and long, sexy legs.  “I guess if you’re going to spend most of
you time in skintight outfits, you make sure to look your best,” Deedee
thought to herself.



The beauty of the other women didn’t intimidate Deedee however because she
was confident that she could hold her own when it came to attracting male
attention.  Deedee knew that she might not be considered quite as
attractive as some of the other women in the room when judged in the way
that women judged other women, but that was of little concern to her.



Certainly, her angelic face with her girl-next-door beauty and her flawless
peaches and cream complexion was as beautiful as any other woman in the
room.  Her long, shaggy auburn hair could also compete with any hair in the
room.  In fact, the only super person with prettier hair than Deedee’s was
Thunder God with his long, silky blonde locks, but he wasn’t here tonight.



However Deedee’s body might not have been considered as attractive as some
of the other women in the room by the standards by which women judged other
women.  That is to say that her legs were not as long as some.  She was not
as tall.  Her body didn’t have the classic lines of a super-model.  She
wasn’t as athletic or as strong looking as many of them.



Those things didn’t matter to Deedee one bit.  She wasn’t very interested
in the female standards of beauty because what Deedee knew for certain was
that she had the kind of body that MEN liked on a woman.  She had the kind
of body that men dreamed about – that men fantasized about.  Deedee had the
kind of soft, feminine curvy body that men obsessed over.  In other words,
Deedee had (as a recent song described it) “all the right junk in all the
right places.”



This is not to say that Deedee was fat or even plump by any stretch of the
imagination.  At the same time, no one would call her skinny or willowy.
Deedee was soft and feminine with more than ample curves.  As Goldilocks or
any one of the three bears might have put it, Deedee was neither too hard
nor too soft.  Deedee was “just right”.



Deedee had a trim but soft tummy and shapely legs and she looked fit and
healthy.  However, she was also the most pleasing collection of soft, lush
feminine curves that anyone had ever seen.  Her perky, round ass was ample
without being flabby.  Her body was slender without looking malnourished.
Her shoulders were broad without looking manly.  And her breasts....



Her breasts were worthy of their own paragraph.  They were large with just
enough sag so that you could tell that they were soft and natural.  They
were round and firm enough that they stood out proud without any artificial
support.  They were....  The only real way to do them justice is to ask you
to close your eyes and picture the perfect breasts in your mind.  Deedee’s
tits were even better.  The only superheroine with breasts as nice as
Deedee’s was Powerful Girl, and Deedee’s tits were a cup size or two
bigger.  Deedee’s tits were also softer and rounder and in some
indescribable way simply more sublime.



And even though Deedee’s supple curves were “just right” they somehow
inspired a reaction that was “too much” for most people to handle.  Her
body inspired too much desire in men and too much jealousy in women.  She
somehow radiated too much beauty and too much sex appeal.  But the sum of
all this “too much” somehow worked its way back around to “just right” as
far as men were concerned.



As mentioned earlier, Deedee’s face was girl-next-more beautiful, but it
also possessed another quality that the other women in The Lair that night
lacked.  Just like with her body, this feature made Deedee more appealing
to men.  Her face had a certain hard-to-describe lustful quality about it.
It was something about the combination of her sultry eyes and her lush
lips.  Deedee’s face somehow made her look innocent and promiscuous at the
same time.  In other words, Deedee had the kind of slutty look that most
men find hard to resist.



Not all the women in The Lair that night were in their “work clothes”, but
most of them still wore tight and or revealing clothing.  Not to be
outdone, Deedee was dressed in a tight and low-cut spaghetti strap top that
showed off her ample cleavage and just a hint of her soft, sexy tummy.
Below she was wearing a tiny, pleated checkered skirt that almost but not
quite covered her round, tight ass.  When Deedee bounced into the lair, her
skirt provided intoxicating glimpses of Deedee’s red thong panties and her
delicious, round ass.  Deedee’s ass looked like a piece of ripe fruit, and
every man and a fair amount of the women wanted to take a bite!



On her feet she was wearing candy apple red sandals that showed that even
her toes and feet were sexy.



Just as her Robo-server brought Deedee her drink, a big handsome, muscular
black man dressed in blue jeans, a yellow t-shirt and high top athletic
shoes approached her table.  “Mind if I sit down?” the handsome hero asked.



“Not at all,” replied Deedee.



“Hi, I’m -”



“I know who you are,” Deedee interrupted, you’re Nick Cope, aka
Powerfulman.”  Powerfulman was a superhero who accepted payment for his
services.  His identity was known to the public.  Despite having similar
names, Powerfulman was not related to Powerful Girl in any other way.
Powerfulman possessed mid-level super-strength.  He could lift a car over
his head and even toss it a short distance.  Powerful Girl, on the other
hand, was cousins with Superiorman which meant that like her cousin she was
one of the super-heavyweights in terms of sheer strength.



As he took a chair, Powerfulman said, “I’ve never seen you at The Lair
before.  I know because I definitely would have remembered anyone as sexy
as YOU.”  It wasn’t the greatest come-on in the world, but Nick Cope,
Powerfulman, was very attractive, and he had a sexy baritone voice and a
warm smile.  Deedee found him hard to resist.  She could feel herself
getting aroused.  She wondered if finally her wait was over.



“This is my first time here,” she said as she tossed her beautiful hair
back and leaned in to let him know that she was interested.



“How did you find out where this place is located?” he asked.



“I let my fingers do the walking,” she replied with a girlish giggle.



“What do you mean?  This place isn’t listed in the Yellow Pages,” he said.



“Isn’t it enough that I DID find it?” Deedee responded.  She didn’t want to
tell him that what she meant by her little joke was that she beat the crap
out of Darkwing until he told her where Bob’s Secret Lair was located.
Darkwing is a non super-powered crime fighter that Deedee met recently.  He
was the Black Bat’s former kid sidekick.  The reason that she said she let
her fingers do the walking was because despite Darkwing’s incredible
fighting skills, Deedee easily defeated him with just two fingers.



“I guess you’re right, Baby,” Nick agreed.  “So what do you call yourself?”



“Deedee,” she replied.



“Deedee?  That’s it?” Powerfulman asked.



“Why not?  That’s my name.”



“It’s just that most people in here go by other names like Superiorman,
Amazonia, Arachnid....  You know what I mean, Baby.  I mean, Deedee is a
fine name, but it’s a little bland for a place like this.”



Deedee gave Powerfulman her most seductive look and said, “In that case,
you can call me ‘Deedee the Destroyer’ or how about ‘Deedee the Dominator’?”



Nick Cope smiled at this, “See, Baby, now you’re getting into the spirit of
things.  Of course, ‘Deedee the Dominator’ might be taking things a little
too far.  I mean, with a sexy body like you’ve got, you could surely make
me do certain things.”  Then Nick flexed both his powerful arms and huge
biceps stretched his yellow t-shirt sleeves to their limits.  “But there
isn’t ANY woman alive who is going to dominate Nick Cope, Powerfulman.



Of course, Nick knew this was a lie.  He knew that there were at least two
or three women in his acquaintance with the power to force him to his knees
and make him beg for his mommy.  He just didn’t know yet that he was
sitting across the table from another one of them.



Deedee put her arm up with her elbow resting on the table.  “I’ll make you
a deal, ‘Powerfulman’, if you can beat me at arm wrestling, I’ll go home
with you and let you fuck the living daylights out of me.”



Powerfulman’s eyes grew wide.  “Are... are you serious?”  Nick Cope was a
ladies’ man who’d slept with a lot of sexy women.  A LOT.  He’d had sex
with movie stars, models, professional athletes, pop music divas and
superheroines.     Even still, the prospect of having sex with Deedee
turned him on more than he could remember ever being turned on before.



“As a heart attack,” Deedee responded.  Then just to give him added
incentive, Deedee whipped off her shirt and revealed her magnificent tits
to Powerfulman (and anyone else who was looking).  “All you have to do is
beat little old me at arm wrestling, and you can have an all access pass to
this sexy body.”



Powerfulman’s huge cock got instantly hard.  Deedee similarly got moist.
She was almost certain that she would beat her tall, dark and handsome
opponent, but she hoped that he would at least prove strong enough to
withstand sex with her.



This was the source of Deedee’s frustration.  She began developing the
killer curves that she had today when she was fourteen years old.  This, as
expected, resulted in a great deal of attention for almost every boy she
encountered.  Because Deedee had the normal sex drive of a girl her age,
she naturally wanted to take advantage of the fact that boys found her so
desirable.



The problem was, at the same time, Deedee also developed incredible super
strength.  In fact, it seemed as if the most sexually desirable her body
became, the stronger she became.  That would have been okay except for the
fact that the more sexually aroused Deedee became, the more difficult it
was for her to control her super strength.



What typically happened was that Deedee would start off kissing a boy which
was fine at first.  However, the more turned on she became the less control
she had over her super strength.  A light caress might cause severe
bruising.  A hug might result in multiple cracked ribs.  The grinding of
her hips could shatter an ordinary pelvis.  By the time she was sixteen,
Deedee lost count of the number of boys she’d accidentally put in the
hospital.



She tried dating older, stronger boys.  When she reached the legal age of
consent she even tried dating professional athletes.  One time she attended
one of those “World’s Strongest Men” competitions.  Before she was finished
she’d seriously injured the five top contenders, and she still failed to
achieve sexual climax.



The irony was, Deedee was so out of this world attractive that anywhere she
went, men hit on her.  And she was so sexually frustrated that she was
willing to give them exactly what they most desired from her.
Unfortunately, no ordinary men had the strength to survive sex with her.



Once she even got with a 6’10”, 380 pound professional wrestler who went by
the professional name Mountain O’Muscles.  Mountain of muscles was also an
accurate description of his physique.  Furthermore, he had a reputation for
being able to withstand a massive amount of pain.



Deedee was determined to fuck him to completion no matter what.
Unfortunately, his girlish screams of pain killed the mood for her, and she
had to let him go before she was finished or risk killing him.



That’s when Deedee realized that if she was ever going to have an orgasm
that was not self-induced it was going to have to be with someone who
possessed superhuman strength like she did.  The problem was, those guys
were hard to meet.



When she met Darkwing, she knew he was not the man she was looking for
since he didn’t have actual superpowers.  However he knew people who did.
When she asked him to reveal the secret location of the legendary Bob’s
Secret Lair, he refused.  That’s why she was forced to beat him to a pulp.



Of course, Darkwing tried to fight back.  His fighting skills were so
advanced that he has managed to bring down his fair share of super strong
opponents in his day.  Against Deedee, his fighting skills were useless.
As mentioned earlier, she went easy on him and only used two fingers.  Even
still, Deedee defeated Darkwing with ridiculous ease and got him to reveal
the information she wanted.



Even though she beat the crap out of him, Darkwing was so turned on by
Deedee’s beauty and strength that he shot his wad into his black tights
while Deedee was overpowering him.  This caused Deedee to become even more
frustrated.



Now she was sitting across a table from a super-powered stud and hoping
that at last she’s found a man that she could fuck without permanently
breaking.  Her nether regions were positively tingling with excitement.



Powerfulman locked his ham-like fist with Deedee’s.  At first glance it
seemed ridiculous.  Powerfulman’s forearm and bicep was more than twice as
thick as Deedee’s.  “You can start pushing whenever you’re ready,” Deedee
said with a superior smirk.



Powerfulman was determined to wipe that smirk off her face.  His strategy
was simple.  He intended to end this “contest” quickly and decisively.



The problem with this strategy was that no matter how hard he pushed,
Deedee’s arm wouldn’t budge.  He was getting ready to say something when
Deedee spoke first.  “Didn’t you hear me?” she asked.  “I said you can
start pushing whenever you’re ready.”



“What do you mean start?” Nick asked, “I’ve been pushing for almost a
minute now!”



“Really?” asked Deedee.  She wasn’t purposely humiliating Powerfulman
(although she did enjoy doing so); she just didn’t know he’d started.  She
was used to being much stronger than ordinary men, but she expected a
little more of a challenge from a bona fide superhero.



“Are you sure that you’ve got super strength?” she asked the flummoxed hero
for hire.



“Hell yes, I’ve got super strength!” he replied.  “I can lift over five
tons over my head.”



“Hmmmmmmm... maybe it would help if you used both hands,” Deedee
suggested.  Powerfulman took her suggestion and began pushing and pulling
on Deedee’ upright arm with both hands.  Then he stood up so that he could
get better leverage.  Soon he was using his legs and his entire body to try
to move Deedee’s strong arm.  It didn’t help.



Something else was happening to Powerfulman as he used all his strength to
try to move Deedee’s arm.  He become very, very aroused!  It wasn’t just
that Deedee’s one arm was stronger than his entire super strong body.  It
was also that she was so beautiful and soft and feminine looking.



It was all these things plus the fact that while he was straining with all
his might, Deedee looked positively bored.  He was pretty sure that she
even stifled a yawn while he was trying to pull her arm down.  Powerfulman
even got the feeling that if she wanted to, Deedee could resist his super
strong body pushing and pulling like this with one finger if she wanted
to.  (He was right.)



With all these thoughts swirling around in his head, with Deedee showing
off her titanic tits as she effortlessly overpowered him, with sexual
energy that oozed from every pore of Deedee’s body and with the
overwhelming super power that pulsed and radiated from her very being,
Powerfulman felt his balls begin to tingle.  He knew that he was about to
cum.



Deedee took one look at Nick Cope’s face, and she knew it too.  “Oh, hell
no!” she cried.  She was not about to watch Powerfulman have an orgasm
generated by her sexual and physical power while she remained frustrated.
She slammed her arm down on the table and in so doing sent Powerfulman
flying through the air across the room into a table in the far corner away
from where Deedee was sitting.



The other patrons of The Lair were looking on in stark disbelief.



Deedee looked over towards the corner where she had casually tossed
Powerful and gave him a dirty look.  She put her top back on and got up and
headed towards the door.  Her frustration was palpable as she said under
her breath, “It’s clear I won’t find what I’m look for in this dump!  Not
tonight anyway.”



Powerfulman jumped up and intercepted Deedee on her way out, “Wait a
minute, Momma,” he said, “You can’t just leave me with me balls aching like
this.  You’ve got to finish what you started,” he protested.



“Fuck that!” Deedee shouted.  The years of pent up sexual frustration were
coming to a boil all at once.  “You couldn’t take it if I tried to finish.
You may be super strong to most people, but to me you’re just another
weak-ass male who isn’t man enough to handle my super strong love!  I need
to go to the very top of the superhero food chain.  I need to find
Superiorman!”



Powerfulman began to laugh.  “What’s so funny?” Deedee asked.



“You think you’re going to seduce Superiorman?  In case you haven’t heard,
Superiorman belongs to Amazonia, and she isn’t about to step aside for you,
Bitch!  I’ll admit that you’re hot, but, sweet Christmas!  You’re not that
hot!”



“That’s fine,” Deedee said, “If Amazonia won’t step aside, I’ll simply have
to kick her ass!  If I can’t seduce Superiorman, I’ll take him by force!
And if anyone has any objections..., that’ll just be too fucking bad!”
Deedee took two more steps towards the door when she turned back around to
Powerfulman and said, “And one other thing.”



“What?” asked Powerfulman.



“Don’t ever call me ‘bitch’ again.”  As Deedee said this, she gave
Powerfulman a shove.  He tried to shove her back, but he couldn’t budge the
powerful and sexy goddess.  Deedee looked at Powerfulman with contempt and
said, “Pathetic wimp!”



This caused Nick Cope to foolishly lose his temper.  He pulled back his
fist and hit Deedee as hard as he could in the jaw.  This made Deedee
laugh!  She punched Powerfulman back in the jaw with a blow that nearly
took his head off.



He flew across the room with sufficient force to slam against the back wall
while still flying at full momentum.  If the walls of The Lair were
ordinary steel enforced concrete and not enchanted, he would have flown
right through it.



The other patrons were even more stunned than before. While Powerfulman was
not at the same level of strength as Superiorman or Thunder God, he was far
from a pushover.  Anyone who could take his hardest punch without flinching
and then do what Deedee had just done to him was surely among the strongest
of the strong.  Suddenly her threats to take Superiorman by force didn’t
seem so far-fetched.



Deedee then walked over to where Powerfulman had landed and lightly slapped
him until he woke up.  “You said earlier that no woman could dominate you.
Do you remember?”  Nick looked at Deedee with wide eyes, too terrified to
respond.



“I asked you if you remembered,” Deedee said with menace.



“Yes, Ma’am, I remember,” Powerfulman said fearfully.



“I say that’s not true.  I say that I can dominate you.  I say that you’ll
do anything I tell you to do.  If you don’t, I’ll hit you again.  Do you
want that?”



Powerfulman vigorously shook his head no.



“Speak up!” Deedee demanded.



“No, Ma’am, please don’t hit me again,” Powerfulman begged.



Deedee smiled at this.  His groveling pleased her.  “Who’s a bitch now?”
Deedee asked the proud male warrior.



Powerfulman whispered, “I am.”  He was clearly terrified my Deedee’s
terrible strength



“Say it louder,” Deedee ordered.



“I am,” Powerfulman said louder, “I’m a bitch.”



“Louder!” Deedee shouted.



“I’M A BITCH!” Powerfulman shouted, “I’M YOUR BITCH.  I’M DEEDEE THE
DOMINATOR’S BITCH!”  Deedee looked down and saw that Powerfulman’s jeans
had a growing stain in the crotch.  He was cumming!  Being dominated by
Deedee this way caused Powerfulman to cream his pants!



“Aw, shit!” Deedee cursed.  She was sooo sexy and intimidating that she
induced orgasms even while she was terrifying men.  Meanwhile, she remained
more frustrated that ever!  She was tempted to beat Powerfulman to a pulp,
but she’d already caused enough damage.  She didn’t want to be exiled from
The Lair for life.



She only hit him one more time.  Powerfulman woke up three days later in
the hospital.



Deedee left The Lair determined to meet Superiorman no matter what it
took.  She told herself, “I’m going to meet him and fuck him, even if I
have to become a super-villainess to do it!”  A plan began to form in her
head....



To be continued....



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