So far, the fight had all gone Miss Martial's way, but Sugar could tell the heroine's advantage was slipping. Miss Martial was probably the single toughest opponent Sugar had fought, and she admitted without reservation that the alluring Asian crime fighter was a better at hand to hand than she was. But fighting skills only counted for so much, Sugar was a Bratt, and Bratt's didn't always play fair.

Miss Martial grunted with effort as she pressed her spear down on Sugar's blade, "Last..chance ..Sugar...or it's the...hard way!"

Sugar shook her head, laughing through the strain of holding Miss Martial at bay. She could see the heroines eyes were too wide and Miss Martial's pupils had begun to dilate. Sweat covered the heroine's dusky skin in a glow, sweat that wasn't just from effort, the flush on her cheeks not just from exertion.

Miss Martial was feeling it now, Sugar's musk, the potent aphrodisiac flowing through her system, carried by her own rapidly beating heart. The heroine's body was firing all kinds of unwanted erotic impulses at her. Even the feel of her costume against her skin was maddening, forcing Miss Martial to battle both Sugar herself and the surging tide of lust and need that threatened to overwhelm her.

Sugar felt her own sexual furnaces blaze into life, fuelled by the thrill of battle and the knowledge that Miss Martial was going to lose this fight.  Oh I have her all right, yeah she is in deep, drowning. To the victor go the spoils babe, and I plan on sampling all you have to offer Miss Martial. You're good, very, very good...but I'm just a little bit better, I think it's time!

Sugar bared her teeth in a predatory smile, "Never experienced quite it like this have you honey?"

"Shut Up" Miss Martial snarled.

"Oh Miss Martial, so aggressive, that's not going to work for you babe..see, there is only one person in control here, and it isn't you!" Sugar twisted her upper body to the side suddenly, bending like a willow. Miss Martial stumbled forward, the heroine's reactions dulled by the fierce fight for self control she was fighting. Sugar dropped her katana, hands rising inside Miss Martial's, then spreading like wings to both sides and down with force, knocking the Thunder Spear from Miss Martial's grasp.

Sugar pressed her advantage. A blow to Miss Martial's stomach had no effect, so Sugar switched to nerve strikes, an art she was highly skilled in. She rained blow after blow on Miss Martial's limbs as the Asian heroine tried to defend herself, each one slowed Miss Martial a little more, made it harder for her to raise her hands, to move with speed.

"I wonder, have you ever experienced the pleasure of a forced orgasm? I believe they are amazing." Sugar teased.

"Fuck..you"

"I will take that as a no, but don't worry, I have helped quite a few people through the process, it's easy, and the result? Babe it's gonna blow your mind, just ask Alchemica." Sugar laughed again as she continued to demolish Miss Martial's defences piece by piece, forcing her opponent backward toward her kit bag where she had some little surprises to entertain her guest.

Time to end the foreplay and get down to business, with unnerving speed Sugar moved forward, bringing her hand down in a hammer fist strike aimed directly at Miss Martial's head. By now she had the edge in speed, to Sugar the heroine was moving in slow motion and she bypassed Miss Martial's attempt to block with ease.

"Nghh!!" Miss Martial staggered as she was struck, jade eyes going blank for a few precious seconds as the blow hit her with mind numbing force.

Sugar darted around her dazed opponent, knelt and dug swiftly through her bag. She found the small egg shaped vibrators almost instantly, I think I will save you for later, now where..ah, here you are. Her hands touched the plastic wrapped cloth and she rose gracefully,  fingers unwrapping the cloth as she stepped behind Miss Martial and wrapped an arm around the heroines neck, leaning forward to whisper one word in Miss Martial's ear, "Gotcha."

"Bitch...going to....mess that pretty face...up..so bad!" Miss Martial tried to prise Sugar's arm away  with both of hers, but to her surprise she found Sugar's hold to be as unyielding as stone. Damn she is strong...snap a finger Lei! Then she will let go...wait what's that?

Miss Martial caught sight of the cloth in Sugar's free hand and as Sugar brought it closer she smelled the unmistakeable lab odour of chloroform. Miss Martial was forced to divert one hand from trying to free her neck and grasp Sugar's wrist, the Asian beauty groaning with effort as she struggled to keep the cloth at bay. Miss Martial knew that if she had to breath the sickly sweet fumes for any great length of time, she was done for.

She raised her leg, intending to stamp on one of Sugar's feet and break the blonde's hold that way but somehow Sugar sensed her intent and stepped backward, pulling Miss Martial off balance and ruining her move.

"Nice try, but you are going nowhere.", Sugar's mouth was close to Miss Martial's ear, her voice husky and showing no sign of strain or effort as she brought the cloth slowly but inexorably closer to Miss Martial's face.

"I guess I should explain the process to you, heroine" Sugar took another step backward, foiling another stamp, her voice a soft promise of dark pleasure in Miss Martial's ear. "Right now you are at step one, Defiance, everyone starts here, but sooner or later you start to realise that even struggling is starting to make you feel so...horny, then most people move to one of two places."

"You are...not going..to make...me cum...bitch!"

Sugar tugged on Miss Martial's earlobe gently with her teeth, growling softly with pleasure as she heard the weakening beauty moan softly at the stimulation. "Okay, you have moved on to Denial, here is where I step in and help you move past the delusion you have a choice." With a sudden surge of strength Sugar forced the cloth over Miss Martial's face.

"HMMPHH!!!!" The heroine reacted violently, thrashing wildly in Sugar's arms. Miss Martial's hands tried to find one of Sugar's fingers but Sugar was well versed in holds and escapes and she kept moving backward and shook Miss Martial from side to side with ease, thwarting the heroine's efforts to apply a joint lock. "Mmmbbghh!!!!"

"I told you, there was only one person in charge here and it wasn't you, welcome to one of the two steps where I play a very important part...Domination baby, namely...yours" Sugar kept the cloth pressed firmly over Miss Martial's face, gauging by the heroine's desperate efforts to break away how much strength she had left in her body.

 "Did you know, that it's possible to bring someone to an orgasm just by playing with their nipple? " Sugar tugged again on Miss Martial's earlobe, when she spoke her words were a hot whisper across Miss Martial's skin. "The same part of the brain that gets excited when, you know, those special places between your legs are stimulated , react when your nipple is stimulated too, it's true...I have seen the studies, I even sponsored some. I wonder, do you think you're excited enough to see for yourself?"

"Nmmmmhh....hhnnnnn...." Miss Martial's moans grew softer, her struggles uncoordinated flailings of her limbs as the chloroform took its toll on her. The forced drowsiness mingled with her body's uncontrollable arousal to drag her mind down into a soft warm place where it begged her to surrender. All of her years of training, her discipline, were being tested by a need to orgasm that was growing into an all consuming imperative the more time passed under Sugar's influence. Suddenly Miss Martial felt clean air enter her lungs, the cloth had been lifted. She took deep breaths, panting softly as she struggled to retain even a sliver of self control.

Sugar lowered herself slowly to the floor, Miss Martial offering no resistance as Sugar pulled the heroine down with her, then rolled taking Miss Martial with her until both women were stretched out on the floor, laying on their sides. Sugar wrapped a leg around Miss Martial's upper leg, forcing the heroine's legs apart, then she pulled her leg up until her heel moved between Miss Martial's spread legs and she began rubbing it back and forth over the heroine's sensitive crotch area.

The padded lycra shorts Miss Martial wore offered no defense against Sugar's attentions, the heroine gasped in shock, a sound that trailed off into soft moans of helpless pleasure as she felt Sugar's touch there, where she was especially vulnerable. Her hips acted out the tangled mess of her inner dilemma, twisting as she struggled, raggedly thrusting upward as she started to surrender to the stimulation.

"After Domination, Defeat...or Surrender as some call it. Time to surrender Miss Martial, time to acknowledge I...own..you!" Sugar placed the cloth to one side, smiling as Miss Martial's hips ceased their twisting avoidance and began to thrust upward in jerky motions as the heroine's aroused body overrode the last of her mental defenses, thrusting aside her iron self control as it sought the sweet release of climax. Sugar's hand slipped downward freeing Miss Martial's breast from the heroine's costume. Squeezing, Sugar found it firm to the touch, the nipple diamond hard and she circled the areola slowly, drawing excited little whimpers from her prey.

"Let's see if the research was right.", Sugar pinched the sensitive nub gently, tugging it upward before releasing it, then repeating. Miss Martial moaned deeply, the rhythm of her hips quickening, only to mewl in desperation as Sugar moved her leg away, wrapping it around Miss Martial's, pinning the heroine in place. The only stimulation Sugar allowed was that single point, Miss Martial's nipple, and slowly what remained of Miss Martial's awareness was drawn to that point, her throbbing tender nub, as it was teased mercilessly by Sugar's skilful fingers.

"Ohhhhh."

Sugar slipped from beneath the heroine, rolling Miss Martial onto her back and kneeling above her. Sugar was confident Miss Martial had neither the ability or desire left to strike her, she knew what the heroine's body craved, and it wasn't further violence. Slipping her left hand beneath Miss Martial's costume Sugar began to squeeze the heroine's other breast, finding it firm and responsive to her touch.

 She lowered her lips to the heroine's exposed nipple, the focal point of her efforts. Sugar's tongue lapped at it gently, forcing another soft aroused moan from the heroine beneath her, then she fastened her lips around it and began to suck gently. As she did she pinched Miss Martial's other nipple between her fingers and began to gently tug and twist it to increase the pleasure the helpless heroine was feeling.

Sugar felt Miss Martial tense, arch upward beneath her. The beautiful Asian shook her head, "No...I.....OHHH!!!!!!!" Miss Martial's hips thrust upward once, twice, as she exploded with pleasure she could no longer resist. "How...I", miss Martial whimpered in confusion.

And finally, Disbelief...disbelief that someone else can control this sexy body of yours, make you orgasm against your will. I guess you just found out what slaves we are to pleasure babe. Sugar's thoughts were exultant as she raised her head to look into Miss Martial's eyes, the jade orbs holding not a single flicker of the fierce flame of righteousness that had burned there earlier. Sugar reached for the cloth, pressed it back over the unresisting heroine's face.

"Now you know just who I am," Sugar caressed Miss Martial's cheek gently, "Let me show you what I can do. This...this is just a beginning." Sugar's purred as she watched Miss Martial's eyes flicker, then slowly shut. Sugar kept the cloth in place for a slow count of ten, then tossed it aside. Her hands worked slowly over Miss Martial's unconscious body, "Oh babe, we're going to have such fun."

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