Victory-Gal touched down near a small collection of white domed tents near a large forest. She was dressed in her full hero garb, red white and blue spandex with a large red cape and a big “V” sign over her chest. She was a relatively tall woman with muscular arms and blonde hair, nothing remarkable in this world of heroes and villains. The only really significant thing about her was that she was considered by many to be the successor to one of the greatest heroes of the age, Major Victory, the woman who was considered by many the de facto leader of the nation's heroes.
Of course, Victory-Gal was no rookie herself, at five years on the job she was considered a relative veteran and it was only a matter of time before her mentor gave her the role of Major Victory that had been passed down from generation to generation. Though for now she helped where she could, which was why she was here.
She had specifically been asked to come here, to this strange neck of the woods by S.P.E.A.R., a special division that looked into strange phenomena and assisted the heroes of the world where it was needed. Why they had specifically called for her Victory-Gal couldn't say, but she showed up anyway like a hero should.
After being pointed in the right direction, she made her way to a tent where the commanding officer was stationed. The officer, a woman that called herself “Maybourne”, saluted her as she entered.
“No need for that,” Victory-Gal said, trying to put on her best “humble hero” voice, “What's the situation right now?”
“Simply put, it's a class ZX” Maybourne said, she was an older woman with greying hair done up on a tight bun with glasses on her face and wearing the standard blue uniform of S.P.E.A.R., “An unknown anomaly of unknown power.”
“Hmmm, that doesn't sound good…” Victory-Gal said with a frown.
“Indeed it is not,” Maybourne said. She turned to a nearby monitor and pressed a button on a remote. On the monitor appeared a map of the forest. It seemed the forest enclosed a large area of flat plain, and superimposed over the aerial shot was a large red circle, “We believe this place is linked with a spate of disappearances that have happened in the last few months. Tracking residual energy from the last known location of those disappeared led us to this place, unfortunately any attempt to survey the area has been met with…difficulties.”
“Difficulties?” Victory-Gal asked.
“Yes, any of our agents dispatched to the area have vanished,” Maybourne said, furrowing her brow.
“Hmmm, so whoever is behind this is abducting citizens and S.P.E.A.R. agents?” Victory-Gal said, anger rising in her voice, “Unforgivable…”
“I'm afraid it is…worse than that…” Maybourne said, her voice wavering a little.
“Worse how?” Victory Gal asked.
Maybourne didn't answer right away, instead she pressed a button on her remote that showed the profile of a woman who looked to be about Victory-Gal's age. She had short black buzz cut hair, a hard face and a generally militaristic demeanour about her. According to her profile her name was “Samantha Smith” and was an expert in martial arts and considered highly resistant to brainwashing.
“Sam was one of our best,” Maybourne said, her voice shaking a little, “She said she'd get those people back or die trying…”
“What happened to her?” Victory-Gal asked, almost dreading the answer. Maybourne seemed like a veteran, so what the hell happened that made her look so shook up.
“We didn't hear back from her for a week, and then…” Maybourne reluctantly hit another button on her remote, and a video began to play. “We picked up this broadcast from inside the anomaly.”
Cheesy music began to play, as a bright technicolor scene suddenly shifted into focus. The footage was grainy, almost like it was shot on an old timey camera. A fake looking living, like the one you'd see on an old sitcom, slowly came into view. The door to what presumably was the kitchen opened and a woman stepped out.
Victory-Gal almost gasped when she saw her. The woman was dressed in a big pink fifties polyester style dress, with her hair done up in a big bouffant style. On her feet were high heels, and her face was caked with pink makeup and lipstick.
That wasn't just what shocked Victory-Gal though. What really threw her for a loop was the woman's body. Her breasts were cartoonishly large, the size that only perverted artists on the internet would draw, while her hips and ass appeared to be the same. She was a bizarre hourglass shape that made it difficult to see how exactly she could stand upright. Every time she stepped her body bounded up and down almost hypnotically.
“Golly gosh, when is that husband of mine going to be home?” The woman said, pouting with her hands on her hips, “The cookies will get cold if he doesn't come home soon!”
There was the sound of inane canned laughter, as if what she had said was funny. The laughter continued as there was a buzzing at the door and the woman squealed with delight as she rushed over, her breasts bouncing all the while as she opened the door.
“Honey I'm home!” The man said, a mighty cheer erupting from the ghostly audience. The man was handsome enough, looking well muscled and filling out his typical fifties style suit well, “Golly work was killer today…”
“Oh don't you worry ‘bout a thing honeybun~” The woman said, planting a kiss that seemed a little too intimate for the sitcom atmosphere on his lips, “I've got just the pick me up~”
The man seated himself on a plush chair as his wife rushed off back into the kitchen. She re-entered with the most delicious plate of cookies Victory-Gal had ever seen. She giggled again and placed the cookies in front of him.
“Here you go honey,” The woman said, “Fresh from the oven.”
The man took a bite of the cookies, and seemed to enjoy them a little too much. He let out an almost orgasmic moan, and Victory-Gal could have sworn she saw his pants get a little tighter. She blushed a little at the idea and quickly tried to keep her eyes on the woman.
“Oh Samantha your cookies are always the best~” Her husband said.
Samantha…Victory-Gal's eyes went wide when she realised why the Commander was showing her this! Looking at the woman she realised that under all that makeup and pouty lips she looked exactly like Sam, albeit with less laugh lines and eyebags. Her heart pounded in her chest when she realised the implications of all of this, and why Maybourne had been so shaken by what had happened.
“Hmmm, these would go great with some…milk~” The Husband said, making eyes as Samantha's breasts.
“Oooo~” Samantha began to grope her massive chest and moan in a display that would make a real fifties audience's heads explode, “That can be arranged…”
Samantha began to unzip the back of her dress, but Maybourne paused the video before anything more could happen. She sighed and looked over at Victory-Gal. “As you can see, that was what happened to her. We have more footage of the missing persons as well, but I won't show you those, you probably get the picture.”
“Huh…oh y-yeah…” Victory-Gal said.
“I understand, this has disturbing implications, I don't blame you for being affected by it,” Maybourne said, “Which is why we need to act fast and decisively.”
“O-of course…” Victory-Gal said, still feeling a little shaky. She was affected by watching the footage alright, but not in the way Maybourne would have thought. As Victory-Gal went over and over the footage in her head, as she thought about the implications of what must have happened to Samantha, as she ruminated on what Sam must be going through daily right now a single thought dominated her mind.
“Holy crap that was hot!”
You see, it was Victory-Gal's secret shame that she was hopelessly horny for the idea of being mind controlled. Brainwashing helmets, apps, bimbo potions, that one snake from the Disney movie, all of it excited her so much that she couldn't help herself. To see a real life stepford transformation before her was enough to make her feel all hot and heavy! She tried to control her breathing and get her mind out of the gutter as fast as possible.
Of course, she didn't want people to learn of this. If anyone caught wind that the heir to the world's greatest hero was a pervert like this her reputation and the reputation of her mentor would be driven down to the Lair of the Molewomen. Thankfully she got her urges out thanks to looking up pictures and stories on the internet, and it never interfered with her hero work.
“We asked you here because you are one of the few heroes to have never been brainwashed by a villain,” Maybourne explained, “You're the lynchpin of the team we have assembled.”
“O-oh I am honoured…” Victory-Gal said, not mentioning that the reason she had never been brainwashed was because she had managed to avoid any and all brainwashing villains. Plus reading the stories got her used to brainwashing scenarios so she knew exactly when to be elsewhere when it looked like a group of heroes were about to walk into one.
“We have assembled a team for you to investigate the area,” Maybourne explained, “There's no need for subtly anymore, we've theories your powers and costumes may make it harder for whatever entity that is controlling this scenario to capture you.”
“Right!” Victory-Gal said. There was no way she could refuse now. It'd probably bring up too many questions, plus she always felt a sense of shame whenever she avoided a brainwashing villain or scenario, maybe this was a chance to prove she could overcome it?
“Where's the team I'm taking to the town?” Victory-Gal asked.
“Right this way…” Maybourne said, showing her out of the tent.
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