In the months that followed “the incident”, otherwise known as LJ having to reveal she was a superheroine (not actually true, but the cover she could live with), complete with power belt and secret identity, LJ’s life got complicated. She did so to stop The Crusader from turning a woman’s march into a new, bloodier Inquisition broadcast live on your local networks.
She registered with the local Superhero society for testing and training, but with her power belt suppressing her mother’s Succubus blood and her father’s Hyde blood, she tested out as just three times stronger than a normal woman. No one could explain how her physical abilities as tested in the laboratories could account for the film defeat of The Crusader, let alone stopping a 13 ton LAV armoured personnel carrier with her body and losing nothing but clothing.
Justice and Gauntlet were two meatheads, Superhero trainers who were determined to train LJ into tapping the power she demonstrated she could wield during “the incident”, but LJ was determined to mail it in, to half ass her performance until she flunked as a failure and was forgotten.
It almost worked. The organization washed their hands of it, but her obvious relief and casual acceptance of the dismissal set off alarm bells in both Justice and Gauntlet, and the two muscular heroes decided to keep an eye on her.
In a far less happy development, The Crusader and his right wing backers had been studying everything they could find out about Aphrodite gene superheroines and their power belts.
Professor Crane explained the facts to The Crusader.
“The Aphrodite gene holders are all extremely voluptuous, and all driven to prove their superiority to men at every turn. This comes from the source of their power and their weakness. The Aphrodite gene makes these women potentially staggeringly powerful, but that power is based on the constant state of sexual desire they are in. To put it bluntly, a satisfied Aphrodite is almost powerless. One who is edging almost every second she is not in the public eye, one who is on the edge of wetting her little super suit, can probably toss a truck through the nearest building. That sexual tension powers the belt, the belt transforms it into power amplification and you have your mouthy feminist superheroine.”
The Crusader remembered his sexual humiliation, being forced to lick Lillith to orgasm in front of his men, his own power drained from his body, leaving him less than a normal man, let alone the Righteous Fury of the Lord as he was meant to be.
“How do we get the belts off? How do we strip their powers?” The Crusader asked harshly, the memory of his humiliation on what was supposed to be the day of his triumph still galled him.
“Orgasm.” Professor Crane announced. “In the seconds after she orgasms, the connection with the belt is powerless and anyone can remove it. Without it, she is just a very strong woman, perhaps equal to two men or three at most. No match for your power, and indeed able to be overcome by a squad of our Patriarchy guard.” He said with a smile.
The Crusader turned haunted eyes to the Professor. He spoke about the power only he knew about, because it wasn’t visible to those who hadn’t felt its touch.
“She drained me, through her skin. I don’t know how, but she drained my power, my very life force through skin contact. How can we protect ourselves from that?
The Professor smiled. He held up a tube of what looked like oil.
“This is biofilm, it was made for Class 1 clean rooms for the CDC and NASA. It coats the body in a molecule thin layer that allows gas to pass, but nothing larger than a nitrogen molecule. Spray her with this and her skin cannot touch you, even though you can touch her as much as you want.”
The professor smiled. The Crusader snarled.
“I want to do more than touch her. I want to teach her what she is, teach her to serve and fear the patriarchy. I want her to be broken to no more than a pair of tits and three holes for any man to use any time he wants. I want her to be drowning in the jism of a hundred men on national TV so that no woman who has been inspired by her will ever dare raise their eyes or voices against me again!”
The professor reached into his desk and pulled out a box and a bottle. The box was condoms, the bottle, Viagra. The two shared a laugh. The Patriarchy Guard and the Crusader would pay Lillith another visit, and this time, she would be the one broken.
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