Paramour Powers: Phallica

By Salamando

Paramour Powers is world where superheroes and sorcerers have existed since ancient history. As the centuries pass, some types of powers persist through millennia, some eventually fade, while new types emerge. Most recently, the emergence of the Paramour class superhuman has created a new type of threat, as their unpredictable erotic abilities clash with the magic and powers of old. Unfortunately, many of the emerging Paramours have resorted to a life a villainy.

But not all. Nathalie Parr is one of the few dedicated to using her powers for good. Unfortunately, her gift is quite limited, but she's determined to make the most of it. Phallica follows the start of her career as a vigilante, to eventually joining an official superhero team, and finally doing her part to help during a large scale Paramour crisis.

Despite the sexually themed powers involved, Phallica is a superhero story first and foremost, and an erotica story a distant second. The book is also blocked off into semi-episodic issues, to evoke the feel of a comic book series. So, dig in and enjoy a bit of unorthodox superheroics!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Salamando
• Release date: Dec 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005665982

Salamando

Salamando is an eccentric writer of female domination/male submissive stories with a specific focus on women using psychic, magic, or superhuman physical powers to sexually play with or dominate men. He has always found it frustrating that such stories are virtually impossible to find anywhere, and thus decided to help pioneer the trend himself!

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PARAMOUR POWERS: PHALLICA

Published by Salamando at Smashwords

Copyright 2021 Salamando

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This book contains mature sexual subject matter, and should not be read by minors. All characters in the book are 18 or older.

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Paramour Powers was intended to be a spiritual successor/reboot of my older Erotic Adventure titles, such as the Centurions and the World of Civero. As of the time of this writing, those settings have already been retired for several years now. While part of me has wanted to go back and do those kinds of stories again, there were aspects of them that I was never fully satisfied with, or that in hindsight I wish I had planned out better. They were sandboxes I didn’t want to open back up, even if I still liked some of the ideas in them.

Thus Paramour Powers was formed as a fresh start on those concepts. Combining my penchant for femdom-themed erotic super powers with the more traditional fantasy and superhero elements I seem incapable of letting go of, I set out to make a more streamlined setting with lower-scale super powers, so as to have brand new adventures without the continuity baggage of my past projects. At the same time, I could also re-imagine some of the characters from those older stories into the new setting, letting me finally do some old ideas I’d had for them that I hadn’t gotten around to back then.

Truthfully, though, I didn’t start off with such plans. In the beginning, Phallica was intended to be a one-shot story with an almost parody tone to it. But then I got the idea for a follow-up episode a few months later. Then I tried to continue beyond that, only to hit a wall, and eventually give up, thinking I was done with it. Except over a year later, I came back and did two more episodes when inspiration suddenly hit again. That was when I realized that the setting of Phallica had the potential to be its own full-scale project, and thus Paramour Powers was conceived.

A lot of ideas and planning went into mapping out a whole set of mini-series and one-shots that would, in the Grand Superhero Shared Universe tradition, ultimately lead to a big team-up adventure, with the various title characters joining forces to take on a rising major threat, hinted at throughout their own titles.

Unfortunately, as so often happens when my brain gets too far ahead of itself, my starry-eyed ambitions imploded under their own weight. I once again found myself stuck trying to go further with Phallica, and none of the other planned titles came together. Despite periodically coming back to pick at them, it would be another two years before I finally managed to cobble together a workable conclusion for the Phallica title on its own.

Elements of those older plans are still present in the final story, and thus, there is still some potential for a future Paramour Powers tale to pick up the threads still dangling by Phallica’s end. However, for the character of Phallica herself, I am reasonably satisfied with where she ended up at her title’s conclusion, and thus I consider her series now finished with the release of this ebook.

A couple things to note before digging in: Following the superhero theme of the project, Phallica is divided up into issues like a monthly comic book series, rather than chapters in a novel. Some issues pick up where the others leave off, but there is a mostly episodic structure.

The second thing to note is that this series is definitely a superhero story first and foremost, and an erotica story a distant second, if at all. Phallica happens to have an erotically themed power, but the gimmick of the series is in how she tries to use it for serious superhero work, not about trying to make superhero action titillating. There is very little sexual content, and what’s there isn’t in an erotic tone. If you are looking for my usual extreme supernatural femdom sex stories, you may be disappointed.

Nonetheless, if the idea of a superheroine fighting crime with femdom powers sounds appealing, give Phallica a read. I think you’ll find the story pretty entertaining in its own right!

PHALLICA #1

It was way too late at night for me to be out and about. I was too old to be dressing up in black spandex and a domino mask and go running around in the bad end of town. I was way too out of my depth to be hiding in a warehouse trying to do some kind of sting operation on a drug deal. I should have been back at my apartment, studying for my finals. But that was the thing about being a college student living on your own, your parents weren’t there to force you to be good. At twenty-one, I shouldn’t need my parents to do that anyway. But then, I also shouldn’t have mysteriously gained the power to psychically control penises.

You heard me.

In a world where it seems like one in every million people end up with crazy super powers, that still leaves… uh… wait how many people are there in the world? Five-point-two billion or something? So, that still leaves several thousand people with super powers running around. And I’m one of them. And I get something ridiculous like being able to give men boners with just a thought. Still, I’ve heard of worse. There was that one crook who got the power to change the color of their skin. He thought he could use it to camouflage himself. He didn’t think about the fact that his clothes didn’t change with him.

Alright, look. When you get super powers, you either become a superhero or a supervillain. That’s just how things work, right? Or you become an entrepreneur and use your powers to start a business. I guess I could work as a sex therapist for guys or something, but honestly, I don’t really have the ambition, or seed money, to start a practice. And I’m not exactly a people person. So instead, I chose the profession where I get to help people by beating up other people.

…shit, I’m gunna get killed.

I took a breath and looked around me to make sure I was still secure in my hiding spot. The warehouse was a condemned wreck from a fire that started a few years ago. The building had been abandoned and rotting for ten years before that, and no one ever got around to knocking it down. This naturally made it the perfect place for drug deals to go down. I was tucked away in a corner of the building, behind some rusty old barrels, completely cloaked in shadow. I’d been sitting here for a couple hours now, having walked here around sunset. My car was parked several blocks away, and a more reputable street.

The middle of the building, about a hundred and fifty feet from my current position, was illuminated by moonlight from the huge section of collapsed roof. This section had been cleared of debris and rubble, enough to fit a few cars. As the midnight hour approached, two such cars appeared, their lights dimming immediately once they entered the lot. From a sleek black muscle car stepped a couple young men in, well, they weren’t suits. I guess business casual? Slacks and button up shirts. The other car was a run down sedan, from which two slightly younger men dressed in shorts and ripped muscle shirts came out. The thugs approached the casuals with a bit of exaggerated swagger.

I let them talk, still peaking between the barrels. I didn’t actually need to watch them to track them. Within a single kilometer, I could easily detect the presence of every penis, knowing exactly how many guys were in range and where they were in relation to me. Yes, it’s exactly as distracting as it sounds if I’m not making an effort to tune it out.

And that was the main reason I decided to go on this little crime fighting venture. You ever notice how most crooks and supervillain mooks are just random guys? It’s the one thing about being a superhero that I could take good advantage of: most gangs and crime rings and street level villains were male. And that meant they were easily vulnerable to my power.

I waited, watching them through my power as the business-casual men presented a briefcase, one of them opening it to show the thugs the contents. The two thugs’ eyes bugged out for a second before they composed themselves, and handed over a duffle bag. The second casual man checked inside it. After a few moments, they all seemed to agree on the transaction, and the briefcase was handed over. The two pairs stepped back towards their cars.

Now was the time to make my move. I extended my powers out, like invisible hands. I clasped these hands around the testicles of the four men, then gave them all a nice firm squeeze. All four of them cried out, then stumbled to the ground as I made them all feel a good, hard yank on their scrotums.

Oh yeah, I can control testicles, too. I guess control of male genitals would be the more accurate description for my power. Actually it’s less control than it is sensory deception. I don’t actually move or apply any force to their genitals, but I can make them feel as though I am. I’m not actually squeezing their balls with telekinesis or anything, they just have the sensation of a strong female hand crushing their delicate nuts. The good news is there is no actual damage occurring. The bad news is I can make it hurt in ways they can’t even imagine.

W-what the f-fuck? squeaked one of the thugs, clutching at himself. The second thug was trying to reach for the gun in his back pocket, but I made him feel like his nuts were being savagely twisted; he could only yelp like a kicked puppy and clutch himself. I felt bad for him. Honest. I stood up from the shadowed corner, stepping out from behind the barrels, but staying in the darkness. I attempted my best gravely hero voice.

Drop the money, the guns, and your goo—ahack! Gah…

Okay, note to self, work on my gravely hero voice. I cleared my throat and tried again, just attempting to make my voice sound deeper.

Drop the money, the guns, and the goods, you can all go home still being men.

F-f-fuck off, bitch! yelled one of the casuals. Despite the pain I was making him feel, he managed to grab a pistol out of his pocket and fired a shot into the darkness. He missed wildly. The echo in the shadowy ruins made it difficult for them to pinpoint where I was. Nonetheless, I opted to shift over a few feet and press myself against the wall. This vantage point made me lose sight of the casual men as a slab of rubble blocked my view, but I could still sense their location. The thug boys I could still see well enough, curled up in front of their car. I slid along the wall and the slab, poking my head around just enough to see what the casuals were doing.

Do it or I’ll rip them off! I called out. I made them feel the sensations of sharp fingernails digging into the base of their balls. The four men howled in pain. I let up on the sensation just enough to let them fish out their weapons and toss them aside. One thug shoved the briefcase away a few moments before one of the casuals tossed away the duffle bag of what I presumed was money.

Alright, I called out. Now get the fuck out of here, before I castrate you!

I eased up on the sensations. Since there was no actual damage done to their bodies, the pain faded immediately. I kept the feeling of a firm hand clasping them, however, which I wasn’t going to let go of until they had driven out of range, just to make sure they knew I wasn’t to be testes.

I mean tested.

The two thugs scrambled to their car immediately and peeled out as they raced off, but one of the casuals knocked on the window of their muscle car. The driver’s side was facing me, so I didn’t see anything for a moment. Then, from behind the passenger side of the car, a rather huge, imposing figure rose up and leaned over the car’s hood. In the dim moonlight, I could make out a tall, broad shouldered figure dressed in tight red spandex. Large golden bracers gleamed on her arms, as did a simple gold headband which held back her long flowing red hair. The figure was a woman of Amazonian proportions, and from the way she was dressed, it looked like I wasn’t the only super powered chick in the area.

Uh… yeah…? the woman said, sounding sleepy.

Didn’t you hear us shout, you dumb broad? said business casual on the left, leaning heavily against the car.

Oh, well, yeah, but, you said not to come out unless you gave the signal.

For fuck’s sake, I shouldn’t have to give the signal if it’s obvious we’re getting attacked!

But you told me to stay in the car unless you gave me the signal. The woman sounded a bit confused, and spoke with the slightly strained hesitation of someone trying to figure out a particularly complex puzzle.

It’s common sense!

Hey, man, I just do what I’m ordered. What’s the problem anyway?

I… the two men traded a glance, and if it hadn’t been for the dim lighting, I’m sure I would have seen them flush with embarrassment. Something’s got us by the balls!

Huh?

I dunno! Something’s grabbing our balls!

It looks like your grabbing your own balls, said the woman, her brow furrowing.

Because it hurts! said the other man. I actually wasn’t hurting them now, but the phantom hand effect was still quite firm.

Honey, if they’re that blue, you really ought to crank one out before you leave the house, said the tall woman in a sage voice.

The two men gawked at her. This isn’t that!

The second man growled in frustration. He lunged forward to snatch up two of the guns on the ground. Fuck this, let’s just— I cut him off with a feeling of a hot poker straight down his urethra. He shrieked like a stuck pig, curled into a ball and hit the ground in an awkward roll. He hollered and thrashed as I worked the sensation straight from the tip to the base.

I winced as I heard him scream. I kept it up for three whole seconds; the other guy freaked out and grabbed himself instinctively. The woman was startled out of her sleepy demeanor; her jaw dropped and eyes widened as she saw the man brutalized on the ground by my mental command.

I cut the sensations. In fact, I felt bad enough that I sent cool, soothing sensations to replace the painful ones, easing him from the shock of agony. I was finding myself a little appalled at my own viciousness. Then again, I really, really didn’t want to get shot.

I cleared my throat a bit.