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Milo walked slowly over to the digital video camera and stopped recording. He was panting hard, his heart thumping in his chest with excitement at what he had just witnessed, at what he had just done. He patted the camera gently, closing his eyes as he savoured the feeling of victory that pulsed through every fibre of his being. He had done it, defeated a Super Heroine and not only that. He had immortalised it for all time in picture, on video. Milo wondered briefly if he would ever feel such an exhilarating rush of power again.

Milo looked up at the heroine in question, En-Trance, who was still mounted on the bondage frame in his hidden studio, the one where he carried out his more intimate work. En-Trance was limp now; there was none of desperate struggling to escape she had attempted when the photo shoot began, none of the sensual movements of her hips after she had lost control.

The drugs he had given her were a special cocktail of his own devising, and it had stripped En-Trance of any reserve, lit a fire in her veins that could only be cooled by surrender to the devices he had used to excite her. And surrender she had, many times. Her husky moans of pleasure combined with the gyrations of her hips had been almost hypnotic, and several times Milo had found himself just staring at her, caught up in the intensity of her unwilling performance.

Looking at her now, spent and sweat soaked, he felt a throb of desire. He flipped out the small screen on the camera, replaying the heroine's erotic ordeal again. Reliving En-Trance inevitable surrender to fires of the lust he had ignited in her body was just as exciting the second time around.

Milo nodded, yes, this recording and the photos he had taken would be more than enough to keep En-Trance under his thumb, unless she wanted the world to see just what a naughty, naughty girl she had been.

He knew she would try to find a loophole, or employ her powers against him but Milo believed he could convince her that doing so would be a bad idea. After all, he had convinced her to come here alone, and to accept a drugged drink from him. En-Trance would be furious when she woke, but also vulnerable.

Psychologically she had been dealt quite a blow, and Milo believed his charm, coupled with the shame of just how easily she had been taken down would give him the opportunity to play her. He was a good judge of people and, powers aside, he had met many women like En-Trance. Confident, a touch arrogant, and vain. Milo knew what buttons to press. Time to move her to a more comfortable location so she could rest. In the morning, he would outline to her the arrangements of their new partnership.

Milo took a step forward then paused uncertainly. Luring En-Trance to his house, overcoming her and recording her defeat was a special act that would never be repeated. And all of the recordings, all of the images were of En-Trance alone. Milo was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't enough that he knew he had beaten her, that she knew he had beaten her. He wanted more, he wanted to be seen as her vanquisher.

Caution warred with desire for several minutes but Milo could not resist the impulse to insert himself into the record of En-Trance' defeat. He looked around the studio and saw the mask, a piece of memorabilia from his home country and smiled. Stripping off his shirt he walked over and took it down off the wall. Milo walked back to the camera and started it recording again, before pulling the painted wooden mask down over his face and stepping into the shot.

Milo approached the unconscious heroine slowly, almost reverently. When he stood in front of her he reached out with his left hand, stroking the soft smooth skin of her thigh. En-Trance flesh was still slick with sweat, and beneath the mask Milo's nostrils twitched as he inhaled the heady musk of the heroine's recent repeated surrenders to the need to climax. En-Trance didn't respond to his touch and Milo knew that sheer exhaustion coupled with the drugs in her system would keep the Shadow Siren asleep for hours yet.

Milo's palms were suddenly damp with his own perspiration, he rubbed them against the leg of his trousers as he moved behind the bondage frame, behind En-Trance. Reaching around, running hands slowly up her body, Milo found En-Trance impressive breasts and felt his way to the tape that held the small vibrating pads against her nipples. Working slowly and gently Milo pulled the tape off, letting the device dangle against En-Trance body. His hands cupped her breasts, and with a lusty sigh he squeezed and rolled them, letting his thumbs rub over En-Trance' still hardened nipples while gazing at the camera.

After several minutes Milo forced himself to stop. He walked back to the camera and shut it off with hands that shook slightly from the adrenaline pumping through his system. Removing the mask, Milo ran a hand through his hair then walked out of the studio and back to the kitchen where he took a beer out of the fridge. Milo rolled the cold bottle across the back of his neck a few times before popping the cap and taking a long sip.

There were things he could get away with, and things he could not. If he crossed certain lines En-Trance' need for vengeance would make her reckless, uncaring about her reputation and therefore unmanageable. Milo didn't want that, he wanted her rational enough to realise that she had too much to lose to cross him.

Milo took his time with his beer, drinking it slowly. Once it was done he splashed some cold water over his face, and then went back to the studio. He untied En-Trance, letting her limp body drape over his right shoulder. As Milo carried En-Trance from the studio, heading for the guest bedroom, he patted her ass and smiled roguishly. "Come on Shadow Siren, let's get you settled for the night."

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Milo walked slowly over to the digital video camera and stopped recording. He was panting hard, his heart thumping in his chest with excitement at what he had just witnessed, at what he had just done. He patted the camera gently, closing his eyes as he savoured the feeling of victory that pulsed through every fibre of his being. He had done it, defeated a Super Heroine and not only that. He had immortalised it for all time in picture, on video. Milo wondered briefly if he would ever feel such an exhilarating rush of power again.

Milo looked up at the heroine in question, En-Trance, who was still mounted on the bondage frame in his hidden studio, the one where he carried out his more intimate work. En-Trance was limp now; there was none of desperate struggling to escape she had attempted when the photo shoot began, none of the sensual movements of her hips after she had lost control.

The drugs he had given her were a special cocktail of his own devising, and it had stripped En-Trance of any reserve, lit a fire in her veins that could only be cooled by surrender to the devices he had used to excite her. And surrender she had, many times. Her husky moans of pleasure combined with the gyrations of her hips had been almost hypnotic, and several times Milo had found himself just staring at her, caught up in the intensity of her unwilling performance.

Looking at her now, spent and sweat soaked, he felt a throb of desire. He flipped out the small screen on the camera, replaying the heroine's erotic ordeal again. Reliving En-Trance inevitable surrender to fires of the lust he had ignited in her body was just as exciting the second time around.

Milo nodded, yes, this recording and the photos he had taken would be more than enough to keep En-Trance under his thumb, unless she wanted the world to see just what a naughty, naughty girl she had been.

He knew she would try to find a loophole, or employ her powers against him but Milo believed he could convince her that doing so would be a bad idea. After all, he had convinced her to come here alone, and to accept a drugged drink from him. En-Trance would be furious when she woke, but also vulnerable.

Psychologically she had been dealt quite a blow, and Milo believed his charm, coupled with the shame of just how easily she had been taken down would give him the opportunity to play her. He was a good judge of people and, powers aside, he had met many women like En-Trance. Confident, a touch arrogant, and vain. Milo knew what buttons to press. Time to move her to a more comfortable location so she could rest. In the morning, he would outline to her the arrangements of their new partnership.

Milo took a step forward then paused uncertainly. Luring En-Trance to his house, overcoming her and recording her defeat was a special act that would never be repeated. And all of the recordings, all of the images were of En-Trance alone. Milo was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't enough that he knew he had beaten her, that she knew he had beaten her. He wanted more, he wanted to be seen as her vanquisher.

Caution warred with desire for several minutes but Milo could not resist the impulse to insert himself into the record of En-Trance' defeat. He looked around the studio and saw the mask, a piece of memorabilia from his home country and smiled. Stripping off his shirt he walked over and took it down off the wall. Milo walked back to the camera and started it recording again, before pulling the painted wooden mask down over his face and stepping into the shot.

Milo approached the unconscious heroine slowly, almost reverently. When he stood in front of her he reached out with his left hand, stroking the soft smooth skin of her thigh. En-Trance flesh was still slick with sweat, and beneath the mask Milo's nostrils twitched as he inhaled the heady musk of the heroine's recent repeated surrenders to the need to climax. En-Trance didn't respond to his touch and Milo knew that sheer exhaustion coupled with the drugs in her system would keep the Shadow Siren asleep for hours yet.

Milo's palms were suddenly damp with his own perspiration, he rubbed them against the leg of his trousers as he moved behind the bondage frame, behind En-Trance. Reaching around, running hands slowly up her body, Milo found En-Trance impressive breasts and felt his way to the tape that held the small vibrating pads against her nipples. Working slowly and gently Milo pulled the tape off, letting the device dangle against En-Trance body. His hands cupped her breasts, and with a lusty sigh he squeezed and rolled them, letting his thumbs rub over En-Trance' still hardened nipples while gazing at the camera.

After several minutes Milo forced himself to stop. He walked back to the camera and shut it off with hands that shook slightly from the adrenaline pumping through his system. Removing the mask, Milo ran a hand through his hair then walked out of the studio and back to the kitchen where he took a beer out of the fridge. Milo rolled the cold bottle across the back of his neck a few times before popping the cap and taking a long sip.

There were things he could get away with, and things he could not. If he crossed certain lines En-Trance' need for vengeance would make her reckless, uncaring about her reputation and therefore unmanageable. Milo didn't want that, he wanted her rational enough to realise that she had too much to lose to cross him.

Milo took his time with his beer, drinking it slowly. Once it was done he splashed some cold water over his face, and then went back to the studio. He untied En-Trance, letting her limp body drape over his right shoulder. As Milo carried En-Trance from the studio, heading for the guest bedroom, he patted her ass and smiled roguishly. "Come on Shadow Siren, let's get you settled for the night."

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Milo M'Beki is the oc's of and may not be used without her permission

En-Trance is my OC and may not be used without my permission

Story takes place in the Racks View universe created by