A Lady Z New Year's Eve, 2025 (Patreon)

A Lady Z New Year’s Eve, 2025

By HarmonyMotion

Preparation

The entire world tuned into the end of the year radio broadcast. Those without radios purchased them. Those without the means found themselves in their friends’ or neighbors’ homes. In more backwards areas of the world, people put together a small rickety radio and gathered around a few fires in the center of the village. All other New Year’s plans were instantly superseded when the news broke.

Lady Z was going to give a radio interview and a New Year’s gift to the world.

The world’s foremost and only superheroine, business mogul, and philanthropist all wrapped up in one had vanished for years. And then the megacorp that manufactured all of her dolls and action figures, publications which had gone silent for months, a company that some secretly suspected hid some of Lady Z’s more indiscriminate acts and helped keep her reputation sparkling clean... Zenterprise announced to the world that she was going to do a radio broadcast to end the year. And it named the world’s largest radio and music streaming company as her interviewer.

Of course, Piratify was not informed of the collaboration. But once Zenterprise announced it, the event was locked in. The thought of fighting back against Lady Z was a joke. Not only were they rich and famous with nearly unlimited funds, who dared to oppose the world’s only superhuman?

So on the final day of the year, Sean Rycrest waited in the studio, having barely slept the night before (and at the studio as well.) Zenterprise had not been specific with a time, so Sean and a team dedicated to feeding themselves, making sure the sound equipment was ready to go live at a moments’ notice, and having assistants on hand around the clock were present for the whole day.

They expected... well, they didn’t know what to expect. Perhaps Lady Z would descend gracefully from the sky by her own unfathomable power. Maybe Lady Z and some of her agents would arrive via airplane, perhaps being flown by Lady Z herself. Not as a pilot, but using her unlimited super strength to hold the airplane up while she transported it herself. What they didn’t expect was her to arrive completely alone, without ceremony, and also without their security guards even noticing that she had entered the building.

Their cameras and alarms were not sensitive enough to pick up Lady Z’s super speed. The tape showed nothing but a tiny blip of static. As far as human detection, she had moved too quickly, somehow opening and closing the door at such incredible speeds such that they didn’t even appear to have moved, yet with enough control not to smash the hinges and the glass into pieces. Only a full ten seconds after she had entered the building did the aftermath of her travel hit the guards standing outside the door, sending them flying a short distance against the wall, the force of her wake carrying her delicious floral scent.

“L-Lady Z!” one of the female assistants gasped as she witnessed the superheroine in all of her glory. In the year that she had been gone, people posted and re-posted images of her, so her appearance had never faded from anyone’s mind. However, she looked so much more beautiful and alluring than she had from a year ago, and all she was doing was standing there, tapping away on her phone!

“Where is the interview?” Lady Z asked the PA without looking up.

“T-that way...” the assistant gasped as the melodic timbre of Lady Z’s voice hit her eardrums. Her pussy resonated with sympathetic need. “C-can I get you something to eat or drink?”

Lady Z floated into the air while never looking up from her phone. “How about the bottles of vodka your boss hides? Behind the filing cabinets in the storage room. They might be heavy for you to move,” Lady Z’s voice wasn’t exactly disdainful... but it conveyed just how superior she was to everyone else. “Bring them to me. I’ll get the ones he’s stowed in the interview room.”

With that, Lady Z floated off to the broadcast room. 

“L-Lady Z!” Sean Rycrest nearly fell off the couch in the ready room as she floated in. “Nobody told me you were here...”

“They couldn’t have seen me enter. Shall we get on with the interview?”

“Ah... yes... I was wondering if we could talk a little first,” Sean gulped and tried to look at Lady Z’s crystalline blue eyes as he spoke. “There’s usually a list of topics that the interviewee gives us, some stories that you have prepared and would like to talk about, and I can prompt you into it.”

Lady Z watched the man below her. She could see his eyes briefly glance down to her beautifully unmarked, pale body. “It won’t really matter,” Lady Z shrugged in response.

Sean gasped as he watched Lady Z’s throwaway little gesture. She was dressed in a Santa costume—but what people would probably describe as a Sexy Santa costume. Like Sexy Witch. Or Sexy Pirate. Except this was far beyond sexy. More like... obscene.

The superheroine’s long blonde hair was tied up in its usual bob. Stray strands framed her gorgeous heart shaped face, as if a hairdresser had purposely left a few platinum golden strands loose for effect. Dark eyeshadow outlined her eyes, giving a stark contrast to her otherwise pale and perfect complexion. Her pink lips seemed to be painted into a permanent superior sneer as she looked down—literally from her floating position—upon people with her supernatural and supernaturally gorgeous blue eyes.

Her shoulders and arms were bare, the subtle hint of muscle rippling through those arms which could probably dislodge Earth from its orbit with a mild twitch. Even her long neck and collarbone looked sexy. Sean’s gaze had to travel quite a ways down before he even noticed the first hint of fabric on Lady Z. What made it extra challenging was that to get that far down, his sight had been ensnared by the pale, expansive hills of Lady Z’s enormous bosom.

Those heaving mounds of erotic flesh captured Sean’s imagination entirely. Twin orbs, gravity defying and unbelievably large, especially so on Lady Z’s athletic and slender frame, served as monuments to remind everyone what apex female sexuality looked like. They broke the boundaries of the frame of Lady Z’s torso, jutting forward so far that they would easily entire the room before any other part of Lady Z’s body would. Sitting high and proud on her chest, there was no hint of sag. Websites dedicated to Lady Z’s bust tracked her size, and while she had long since stopped getting larger (or seemingly so), somehow her sexual allure and magnetic pull seemed to intensify as time continued to pass.

Sean’s cock surged painfully hard as he stared into the cavernous cleavage on display. It was so full, so welcoming, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be to put his face in between that sexy canyon of her most female superhuman flesh. How warm it would feel, how it would feel to suffocate in her scent, how painful it might be to be crushed in between those breasts. When he managed to tear his gaze further downward slightly, he saw the white fuzz of her outfit, finally.

It was the smallest tube top with a Santa theme. It barely covered her impressive bust—in fact, as Lady Z seemed to take a breath, he groaned as he caught the barest hint of her perfect brown nipple. Trying to control himself, he tore his gaze down past that landing strip of fabric and onto her cinched waist and impeccable six pack abdominals.

Far more clothing covered up her lower body, but it didn’t preserve her modesty at all. Instead, it added to her sexual appeal even further. Her wide, fluid hips stretched the shortest Santa skirt to its limits, its white fuzzy bottom hem licking deliciously at her firm, athletic thighs. Those long, long legs were covered by the most pearly white thigh highs. He couldn’t help but imagine himself wrapped between those legs, pistoning his cock into the unseen promised land underneath Lady Z’s skirt while her super strong legs wrapped around his waist, trapping him as those silky leggings rubbed against his skin.

Sean was losing control.

“Need to come? It’ll help you focus. Briefly.” Lady Z offered helpfully.

“I, um... no... that would be highly inappropriate...” Sean was aghast at her forwardness. Nobody had ever witnessed Lady Z being this outright sexual, at least certainly not in public. He tried to be professional as he turned her down.

“Don’t be shy. You won’t remember it anyway,” Lady Z turned her gaze upon him for the first time.

She didn’t even wink. Didn’t smile. Didn’t act in any way at all. As soon as her glowing eyes met his for the first time, Sean felt as if he’d been hurled into molten lava, his every nerve ending screaming with sexual need. He erupted in his pants, painting his underwear with his semen. Hips bucking, he gurgled as he experienced the most powerful orgasm of his life, his organ untouched and yet spewing rope after rope under her imperious glance.

“If you must know,” Lady Z turned her eyes away from him and acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, “I just wanted to come back and remind everyone that I still exist. I spent a good few months working with an investigative reporter that I’d hired. He was a good conduit for me to test my ever increasing beauty and powers.”

“Huh... uh...” Sean heaved as he recovered from his orgasm. But his mind wasn’t so addled that he couldn’t process what she was saying. This was... this was the scoop of a century! Lady Z talking about her... beauty and powers? An investigative reporter? “What do you mean testing your... powers?”

“He was inquisitive. I would even say intelligent and capable, by human standards. A good foil for me to play with. I could easily seduce anyone I want, and even more so now,” Lady Z craned her head to look at Sean once more. The corner of her pink lip rose into a crooked smirk, and Sean groaned in pain as his overly sensitive cockhead rubbed against his soaked underwear, his erection coming back to life just from Lady Z’s attention. “But I wanted more than that.”

“More... than... you can seduce anyone?” Sean gasped as he tried to adjust his pants.

“Yes, keep up,” Lady Z chided him. “I wanted his mind. To own his every thought, to control it, to break his willpower and turn him into my puppet, even when he realized what kind of person I am.”

“What kind of... person?” Sean asked. He suddenly felt unease. He wanted to run. But where on earth could he go? How could he even get away from her?

“Someone who takes what she wants from whomever she wants. I’m simple, really. I love so sexually and physically dominate people. It makes me horny. God knows it’s the only sort of sexual thrill I can get from you mortals,” she emphasized the final word. “But I also adore being loved. Being worshipped. I love that you all see me as your godlike protector, while I execute people with impunity and take what I want from everyone.”

“Y-you... you’re...!” Sean gasped.

“Oh I wouldn’t say evil,” Lady Z finished his thought. “Many men in history have been far eviler than me. In fact, with my powers, I’m closer to a bunny than a tiger. Now, why do you think I’m telling you all this?” Lady Z looked at Sean and grinned.

“Because you’re going to... kill me if I do...” Sean quaked in fear.

“Kill you. Now that’s something the old me would have had to do if I ended up confessing these things to you. But you weren’t paying attention. My mind control has developed. It’s absolute. You won’t remember a thing if I tell you. Your behavior will be completely determined by me. A single command, and you’re bound to obey for the rest of your life,” Lady Z’s smile grew even larger, a vision of absolute majesty and grace that caused Sean’s heart to beat faster as he experienced something far more profound than a teenager’s first crush. “But killing you is still on the table, sure. Let’s just see, shall we?”

Granting Wishes

“Live on the air, this is Sean Rycrest with our guest, you all know her, you all love her, the one and only, Lady Z!” he shouted into his microphone.

“Thanks for having me, Sean,” Lady Z’s mellifluous voice flowed over the radio waves. The planet’s entire population sighed as her voice hit them.

“Would you tell us what you’ve been doing, Lady Z? Where have you been all this time?”

“A superheroine’s work is never done,” Lady Z answered. “I thought Earth was doing very well, so I went out to explore deep space. I wanted to see if there were any other threats that I should be aware of.”

“And are there?”

“Not anymore,” Lady Z giggled at her own mysterious answer.

“What do you mean? Did you...”

In the studio, Lady Z’s eyes glowed a pale blue, and Sean’s eyes took on the same supernatural color.

“It was just a joke,” Lady Z clarified without clarifying.

“Ah, I see. Well, now that you’re back, is there something the people of Earth can look forward to? Your presence, perhaps?” Sean changed the subject just as Lady Z’s hypnotic gaze compelled him to.

“There is, actually! I’m going to be fulfilling some New Year’s wishes. Three, to be exact. Why don’t you determine the winners from your callers?”

“You heard it here first, folks! Lady Z is going to be granting some New Year’s wishes! The 700th, 7000th, and 700,000th callers will be our winners!”

Lady Z floated above her chair as the studio techs got to work screening an unprecedented number of phone calls. Meanwhile, the PA’s brought in all of the hidden liquor that they could find. Lady Z unscrewed the tops and began to swig directly from the bottle, her lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle as her cheeks hollowed, sucking the liqueur out at a speed that would leave an alcoholic envious.

“Ahh,” she wiped her perfect, unmarked mouth with the back of her hand just for flourish. She looked at the PA and explained, “not much to drink out in deep space.”

“And our first winner! What would you like to ask Lady Z for?”

“Hi Lady Z. Big fan. I’ve always wanted a sports car with a jet engine in it. It’s my dream to ride around in one of those things. Could I get that?” the caller asked.

“Hang on, sweetie,” Lady Z whispered into the microphone. “I know just where you are, and what to get you.”

“And... she’s gone, folks! Lady Z just left the studio! I um... I don’t know where she is. I guess... keep those calls coming? I only hope Lady Z will return soon.”

Lady Z appeared outside of the caller’s window. He was on the 20th floor of an apartment complex, and Lady Z had easily tracked him with her supersenses as soon as he spoke. In her outstretched right hand was a sports car which she held by resting the hood of the vehicle in the palm of her hand.

“Is this what you wanted?” Lady Z grinned at him, her eyes glowing blue.

“Oh my god, you’re really here...” he walked to the window to stare at her lascivious body. THe sight of her easily carrying a car didn’t phase him at all. People had seen her demonstrations of her power so often.

“Here you go,” Lady Z smiled.

Without any effort, she casually tossed the car through the highrise building’s windows. It slammed into the apartment, crushing the caller and leaving a mess that would be extremely difficult for anyone but her to clean up.

“First wish granted,” Lady Z announced as she reappeared in the studio. “Do we have another winner?”

“Oh, Lady Z! You’re back! Uh... yes, we have another winner! Falcon, from Italy, asks if he could please experience snow for Christmas. It doesn’t snow in his region, so...”

“On it,” she replied. Her tone seemed to carry a winking action.

A scantily clad female Santa was suddenly hovering over a small region of Italy. She landed behind a middle aged man and tapped him on the shoulder. He whirled around and gasped.

“Lady Z! It’s... it’s such an honor! I’m the caller who asked for snow in Italy!”

“I know,” Lady Z smiled. “I hope you’re ready. The cold isn’t always fun when you realize just how freezing it can get,” Lady Z’s smile never faltered as she began to float in the air.

“I’m sure it will be wonderful!” Falcon stared at her ascending legs.

“Snow in Italy. Here you go,” Lady Z’s voice projected over the lands below.

She pursed her lips, and without inhaling, began to blow seemingly infinitely from her sexy mouth. A cone of blue and white frost emerged from her gentle puff, instantly freezing the horizon as all water in the vicinity turned to ice and snow. The sound of water crystalizing and crackling was a cacophony that reminded Falcon of glass shattering and breaking. She was spinning in midair, almost as if she were a dancer in a snow globe. Except she was the source of the snow. He began to realize that perhaps Lady Z had misunderstood the level of cold that he was asking for.

“Uh, um, Lady Z...” he tried to speak to her as the landscape began to transform from her lengthy exhale. But suddenly, he was cold and shivering, his teeth chattering so rapidly that he was unable to speak.

Meanwhile, Lady Z continued to blow and blow, not even angling her frozen superbreath downward. But she didn’t have to. The extreme burst froze everything solid in its path in a hundred mile radius, and as the cold air settled downward, everything it came in contact with ceased to move.

“Tada...” Lady Z said to Falcon, a frozen statue destined to thaw out in a few months from the sun’s rays. “Hope you like that.”

“And our last wish?” Lady Z reappeared in the studio.

“A caller from London named Garth asks to get you as a present to warm him up!”

“Oh, I’m sure his request is completely innocent,” Lady Z spoke into the microphone. “This will be it. The last wish I grant. ANd then I will come back and conclude this interview.”

“Thank you, Lady Z. It was an honor,” Sean’s eyes continued to glow blue as he found his willpower completely overridden.

Lady Z appeared above the streets of London in a flash. Not bothering to give Garth a personal greeting, she instead floated down to about second story level. Letting her infinite power well in her eyes, Lady Z’s mesmeric blue eyes turned a bright opaque white, superheating the air around her irises, causing the air to become hazy and wavy. A pair of thin white beams of pure destructive energy burst forth with pinpoint accuracy, not so much melting but rather disintegrating a building next to Garth.

He suddenly took out his earbuds, no longer listening to the radio show. Turning his gaze skyward, he saw his ultimate fantasy, Lady Z, dressed in her holiday outfit, outputting terrifying amounts of energy from her casual gaze.

Now that he was looking, Lady Z casually increased the power of her heat vision a thousand fold, incinerating and vaporizing multiple London city blocks. Floating there in the air, it only took a few seconds for her to leave a smoking, charred black crater where a great city had once stood. Then, she was back in the radio station once more.

The End

“And that’s done,” Lady Z declared as she reappeared in the studio.

“That’s amazing, Lady Z. We are so lucky that you are so generous with your time! Lady Z, everyone!” Sean cheered her on. But underneath, the tiny remnant of his mind struggled to break free of the shackles of Lady Z’s beautiful mind domination.

“Oh, you’re so magnanimous! And your gratitude is so misplaced!” Lady Z chuckled. “That part of Italy is a frozen wasteland, and London is a smoking crater now.”

The glow from Sean’s eyes winked away as he regained control of his senses. “What do you mean? What did you do!?”

“I couldn’t resist,” Lady Z smiled at him. “I have so much power inside of me. It’s hard to not let it out a little bit.”

“Everyone! Lady Z! Lady Z is... a... a villain!”

Lady Z sighed. “I suppose today I am. But I already told you, that word doesn’t describe me too accurately. Anyway, I’m going to grant you a wish that I know you want, but are too scared to ask for.”

“You’re... you’re going to...” Sean gulped. His prick began to straighten out once more in his pants despite orgasming not 30 minutes ago.

“Yep. I’m horny. After this, I’ll go pay my little investigative reporter a visit. But not before I wipe the record of this from everyone’s minds...”

Lady Z blurred. In a flash, she returned in black lacy lingerie. Hovering before Sean in his chair, her eyes glowed with the ferocity of an apex predator. Sean, for his part, had no idea where his pants had gone. All he knew was that he was as stiff as he could get, his cock pointing straight in the air, before Lady Z tortured his exposed dickhead with her heat vision before she took it in her hot, steamy mouth...