Baad Sheeple
Did I feel a little self-conscious about my car? Sure. Not many villains drive a Honda Civic, but you can’t fly everywhere in the city. I once saw the aftermath of the Incredible Arachnid after he swung around a corner and smacked right into a news helicopter. It wasn’t pretty. Besides, heroes tended to patrol the skies, and the last thing I needed was getting into a fight with a flying brick because I wanted to save ten minutes on the commute.
“A brilliant disguise, sir,” Glacia said, looking at the faded grey car with its dented fender. “I would never suspect such an esteemed villain to be using such a vehicle.”
I was pretty sure she wasn’t being sarcastic, which was possibly even more disturbing. “Uh, yeah. Sure. Right. Here, let me just clear the seat…”
I shoved some old papers and assorted fast food boxes into the back so she could get in, then started the engine. I had to say, she looked out of place in my old car. Prim, pretty, she was the sort that would fit more in a limo, a private jet, or advertising lingerie on a billboard. All of which had me feeling like I’d just gotten in deep with something I hadn’t even started to plumb the depths of.
I pulled out onto the road, joining traffic and heading towards the old industrial sector of the city. “Okay,” I said, trying to sort my thoughts. “Here’s the plan.”
“I’m all ears, sir,” she said, flipping out a notebook, balancing it on her knee and bringing a fountain pen to bear with what looked like a diamond the size of my thumbnail on the tip. Oooh, she was deep money.
“Uh, good. And you don’t need to call me sir.”
“Oh no, sir! I wouldn’t dream of otherwise,” she said earnestly. “I’m merely your student. Respect is the least I can do for your knowledge and experience. How many villains can claim to have fought both the Iron Lady and the Spangled Star?”
“Those were just filler encounters,” I said uncomfortably. How the hell did she know about those?
“But accurate, sir! You still faced them and got away with it. I watched the encounters with particular interest. I hear you even put Spangled Star in the hospital with two broken arms.”
I sighed. “Right,” I said. “I should talk about that. Listen. There’s two kinds of heroes out there, and you’re going to face both of them sooner or later. The first are the Corp Capes. Capes are the heroes we get paid to fight. There’s a general script, expectation, and planned event. Us and them are both playing the same game, and we’re doing it well. Unless something goes drastically wrong, everyone’s going home afterwards in good shape. No one is getting seriously hurt.
“But the second,” I said, holding up two fingers, keeping one eye on the road. “The second is the one you’re going to need to watch out for, and if need be, you’re going to have to be ready to absolutely fuck them up. These are the Street Heroes. Streeters are the kind that are out to fight for justice, liberty, all that fun stuff. They’re more common, and much more dangerous. They don’t play by the rules. They see you robbing a bank, they think they’re here to stop you and toss you in jail. Or kill you. They’re dangerous, unpredictable, and absolutely filled with conviction. And that’s the worst combo for us.”
“I see,” Glacia said, frantically scribbling in her notebook.
“No, I don’t think you do,” I said. “Because they will royally fuck up a job. You’re trying to hold city hall hostage? Maybe ripping off a jewelry store while waiting for the right good guy to show up, and all of a sudden you got some moron in a jumpsuit shooting lighting, or bees or… lighting coated bees out of their hands and trying to beat the shit out of you.
“That is when the gloves come off,” I said. “If you do the job right, you shouldn’t meet with streeters. But they have an annoying tendency to find you and mess up well-planned schemes. The capes tend to try and keep them under wraps, but streeters pop up all the time. And if they do, your safety is priority. Because a lot of streeters don’t have a no kill rule. Hell, half the reasons they get into it is because the capes don’t kill their villains. You never know what those idiots will try and do, so you take them down fast, and take them down hard!”
Glacia nodded seriously. “I understand,” she said.
I sighed. Maybe she did, but I doubted it. You’re never really ready for the first time a superpowered nutbar tries to slam you from behind with a piece of rebar.
“Yeah, alright,” I said. “But it’s not just streeters you have to watch out for. You need to keep an eye out for other villains too.”
“Don’t they cooperate?” she asked.
“Rarely,” I admitted. “There’s not many freelance villains around. It’s a tough job. And usually, when some thug gets dropped in toxic waste, or gets an evolutionary spurt, they get an ego and think the rules no longer apply. Most get picked up pretty quick by cops or heroes, but sometimes they slip through the cracks. And if a target is tempting, they might try and hit it the same time you’re doing it. Or worse, drop in to ‘help’ or some bullshit. Unless you brought them in, be prepared for a fight with them too. Villains rarely cooperate except to settle a grudge.”
“What about the Guild of Villainous Foes.”
“You stay the hell away from those psychos!”
Glacia looked up with some surprise. “Psychos?”
I shook my head, trying to calm my racing pulse. “Yeah,” I said. “Psychos. The Guild are insane. Most villains are loners, but the Guild are absolutely fucking evil. Those guys are serious level threats, and they’re no goddam joke. We’re talking about a bunch of maniacs who pack enough powers that the army gets called out to stop them, and they will absolutely kill anyone who gets in their way. They’ve got death rays, giant robot scorpions, cyborg ninjas, all that shit.”
“But they have rules, don’t they?” she asked.
“Sort of,” I said, having gotten more familiar with them than I’d liked over the years. “The Guild cooperates under a mutually assured destruction idea. Most are strong enough to take on big heroes, but hero collectives pose a challenge. So to make sure they don’t get picked off one by one, the Guild backs each other, pooling resources and things when needed. If some hero messes with them outside of an actual scheme, the whole guild comes down on them. They’ll kill the meddler, their family, their dog, then burn down the rest of the family tree for good measure. But they’re completely reactive. The guild doesn’t get involved unless you mess with one of their members first. Usually this works out, since most of them just like arching.”
“Arching?”
I nodded. “Like what you’ll be doing. Only not recreationally. Most Guild members have grudges. They go after a particular person or group. Revenge, hatred, just a bad attitude, whatever. They tend to be pretty laser guided in that respect. But their rules don’t stop them from killing. And they don’t pull punches at all.”
“But doesn’t arching keep them from causing further havoc? Isn’t the argument that an effective arch is a villain too preoccupied to cause chaos?”
I gave her a curious glance. “How do you know about that?”
For the first time she looked evasive. “Well… you know. Part of the… It was part of the explanation Razer gave me during my orientation.”
I raised a brow, but let it pass. “Yeah,” I said. “That’s the argument. But if you get involved with them, you’re painting a giant target on your back. Working in the Guild might be a pretty sweet gig, but it comes with a lot of baggage, not the least is helping them out on their more ‘nefarious’ schemes if their big shots ask for it. It’s not worth it.”
“You seem to know a lot about it too, sir,” she mentioned.
“I’ve been in this business a long time,” I said. “I’ve been made offers from heroes, villains, governments and everything in-between. But that’s neither here nor there. Right now, we’re heading to get some gear. Dolly’s lab isn’t far. She’ll hook me up.”
“Oh,” Glacia said brightly. “There is no need for that, sir. Miss Carter has prepared a suit for me to wear during my villainous efforts. I am informed it’s quite nefarious indeed.”
“Riiiiight. But we’ve got more to get than just your personal costume. Besides, mine got singed at the last job. Gotta get it fixed up. Not to mention we’re going to need some equipment for your heist. We’re going to want you properly set up. This is going to be your debut too, remember?” I said. “We’re going to want you to look good.”
“O-oh. Yes, sir. I uh… didn’t think you would be thinking about that,” she said.
I glanced her way. Was she blushing? I shrugged it off. “Hey, you’re working with a pro here. We’re going to make your first heist look damn good. Promise.”
The grateful look she gave me made me feel a little weird. Why should she be so happy? I was being paid for this. And it only made sense for me to give it my all. I wanted her to look good. It would set up the rest of her career. I knew too many heroes and villains who bungled their initial encounter. Some recovered, but a lot either faded into obscurity, became second stringer sidekicks to other heroes, or franchised. And I had no intention of Glacia joining the Burger Brigade.
Fortunately, Dolly had everything a super villainess needed for her big show. But I could tell Glacia wasn’t reassured when I drove into the old industrial section. I couldn’t blame her. Rusting chain-link fences, huge cement buildings whose smokestacks were half crumbled in. The whole place was more like a graveyard of the post-industrial US. God only knew what she thought I was doing out here. Her look was clearly suspicious.
“Look. It’s… I didn’t put her damn shop out here,” I said defensively. “Just… hold on.”
I swung the car around, gravel crunching under the wheels as I brought us up to an old paint factory, the logo on the side of the building so faded you could barely read Mollen Brother’s Paint, America’s Best. The gate through the chain-link fence was open, and we drove up the loading dock and parked in the dark interior. Smashed in windows let weak daylight in, washing yellowed rays over rusting hulks of old catwalks, piping and heavy machinery. The feel of all the rusty metal was acutely uncomfortable to me. My magnetic powers instantly resonated with it, but it felt discordant, like I was rubbing sand all over my skin. Ugh. I got out of the car and Glacia followed, looking about the place warily.
“Are you… sure this is the correct address, sir?” she said.
“Yeah. I’m sure. Come on.”
I made my way across the dark interior and to the far wall. There, a distinctly new-looking button was embedded. Made to look like a double helix, it glowed softly in the gloom of the abandoned factory. Above it was a half-busted speaker and a rounded piece of metal. I jabbed the button.
“Who iiiiiis it?” a voice crackled from the speaker.
“Dolly?” I said. “It’s-“
“Victor!”
I stepped back as the round metal panel slid back, revealing a mechanical eye. With a whirr it pushed out of the wall on a spindly metal arm, jerking up and down like a cobra looking to strike.
“Look at you! It’s so good to see you. Come right in.”
Hidden machinery whirred. Within moments a door cut itself out of the brickwork, sliding back and washing the gloomy interior of the factory with an icy blue light and hiss of steam, revealing an elevator lit like the interior of some gamer’s PC.
Super scientists. As theatrical as the most sensational villains.
“Let’s go,” I said, gesturing for Glacia to follow. She jolted and came up quickly, joining me in the elevator just in time for the doors to slide shut.
With a whirr we went down into the depths beneath the carcass of industry, the flickering glow of blue guiding us to the future.
The elevator dinged open at the bottom level, and I couldn’t blame Glacia for gasping. Dolly had turned the basement of the old factory into a feast for the eyes. Blue light blazed from tubing. Servers rose like black towers lit by crackling neon. Coolant pipes hissed and breathed while veins of white light threaded through the rest of the machinery.
And then there was Dolly.
True to form she was waiting for us. Somewhat short, she was dressed in a white lab coat that hung open, showcasing a tight sweater that showed off her plump breasts and jeans so tight they might have been painted on. Over this she wore an open lab coat, but the real surprise was her hair. Crimped, white, it looked more like wool than anything else, which was fitting because she also sported a pair of sheep horns.
Dolly grinned wildly, attractive in that manic-pixie-dream-girl kinda way, and sporting the personality for it. “Heeeeey!” she cried, throwing up her arms, too-long sleeves sliding down to her shoulders. “The maaaain event is here! How’s my favorite magnet? And… company…”
Dolly’s smile grew intrigued when she spotted Glacia. Dolly drew herself up, hands on her hips. “Who’s this?” the scientist asked.
“Dolly? Glacia. Glacia? This is Dolly,” I said, intro’ing the pair. “Best mind in the country for gadgets and gear. She’s a technopath.”
“Charmed,” Glacia said.
“Likewise,” Dolly said with a grin.
I looked between the two, wondering at the strange air between them. Before I could think too much on it though Dolly suddenly turned on me and pranced up. “So!” she said brightly. “Whatcha got for me, big guy? Need a death ray? A swarm of nanites? A mech? Please tell me you need a mech!”
“Woah, nothing like that,” I said quickly, holding out my arms and revealing the bracers. “I got singed and dinged a little fighting Electrica. And I’ll need some equipment as well. Glacia’s going to go after the Ice Diamond.”
In the midst of taking my bracers Dolly paused and shot me a curious look. “She is? So? What’s that got to do with you?”
“I’m working with her on her debut as a villain. It’s a whole thing.”
“Huh? But… you never take sidekicks,” Dolly said, pouting.
I shrugged. “Normally no. But they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
“That right?” Dolly shot Glacia a look I couldn’t quite decipher. Glacia nodded.
“I am to be his apprentice.”
“Trainee,” I corrected quickly.
“Ohhh! So, finally building that harem, eh?” Dolly said.
“Wh-what!” I sputtered.
“Hey! Not to worry! I get it,” Dolly laughed, slapping my stomach. “I knew it would happen some day. A man like you can’t be satisfied with just one hot gal, huh? Good on you, Victor.”
“I’m not building a harem!” I protested.
“Sure you’re not,” Dolly said with another wink. She glanced back at Glacia, who had taken the opportunity to scrutinize the scientist’s sheep horns.
“Curious how I got these?” Dolly said, reaching up and tapping the curling bone.
“I-“
“Well! It’s a dramatic tale of love. Lust. And science!” Dolly cried, wrapping her arms about herself and giving a little spin, her labcoat fluttering like white wings. She finished her twirl, hunching over like Igor, fingers twiddling menacingly. “It was a dark and stormy night. The thunder was booming. The tesla coils humming! And I was strapped to the metal table by my former lover, Doctor Malevolence! See he had a plan. A plan to make me even more brilliant and beautiful than ever. Yes!” Dolly cried, thrusting a hand into the air, clutching the heavens as the room hummed in answer to her passion. “Yes! He believed that I could be even more amazing, even more brilliant once he crossed me with a sheep! The most scientific animal of all!
“Boom went the lightning as he threw the switches,” Dolly said, sweeping her hand, turning to us, her eyes glittering. “Down came his patented DNA scrambler onto my head. And then-“
“Didn’t you inject yourself with sheep mutagen to try and clone yourself?” I said.
Dolly dropped her arms and pouted. “Spoilsport,” she said, then grinned. “Well!” she cried. “Anyway, let’s get you measured up for your new suit.”
“It’s just some repairs,” I said, even as Dolly grabbed my hand and dragged me deeper into her lab.
“Nonsense! Your body is constantly evolving. We can’t have it not fitting. You’d hate to have a wardrobe malfunction in the middle of battle, wouldn’t you? Not that I think the ladies would mind. I bet you’d be even more popular fighting in nothing but a cape. Now, let’s get to work.”
I groaned, but let her lead me on. This was just how she worked. It was also partly why I rarely came by unless I had a real need. Not that I disliked having a pretty lab girl feeling me up. It just took a long time.
As we moved deeper into the lab Dolly suddenly turned, Glacia pausing in following me. “Sorry,” Dolly said, holding out a halting hand. “Employees only from this point on.”
Glacia frowned. “I do not believe I should leave sir’s side at this time.”
“It’ll be fine,” I said over my shoulder. “Just wait here. I’ll be back soon.”
“But…”
I gave her a questioning look and she flushed, ducking her head. “Yes, sir. As you say. I’ll wait here.”
“And don’t touch anything!” Dolly chirped as she turned back around, pushing me to compel me deeper into the lab. “You don’t want to get turned into a chicken! And I won’t tell you which device does it either.”
Glacia stood miserably as a pair of steel doors hissed shut, cutting me off from her.
“Wonder why she wanted to come so badly?” I mused.
“It’s a real mystery,” Dolly giggled as she gave me another push. “Now let’s see those abs, Victor!”
She brought me up to a waiting circular platform I was by now quite familiar with. I walked onto it, shivering as the floor lit up, washing me in a blue light that didn’t seem to have any discernable function other than looking cool.
“There we go. Now, would you mind?” Dolly said.
“I guess not,” I said, pulling off my clothes, though I kept my boxers on.
“Nice,” Dolly said, licking her lips a little, practically drooling.
I let her stare. Not only because it was, frankly, kind of flattering, but also because I wasn’t lying when I said she was the best in the biz. And you had to deal with weirdos as a freelancer. If you were freelance and good at what you did, it was because you either couldn’t be molded to a bigger business’s culture, or because you couldn’t stand being bossed around by morons. I was the latter, but Dolly was absolutely the former.
Still, it was hardly uncommon for someone as skilled as her to get some leniency on quirky behaviour. Especially with real ‘evil’ villains. Short of eating babies, they tolerated most anything (and for some, not even culinary infanticide was necessarily a dealbreaker. Another reason I had no business with the Guild). I never asked her about it. Everyone had their reasons, and I doubted I’d get a straight answer out of her anyway. Chatty as she was, I’m sure she’d given me at least a dozen backstories over the last few years. The latest one involved her embezzling her old research budget on Dogecoins before the bottom dropped out.
“Nice. Yeah, real nice,” Dolly said, moving in closer. She grinned and began running her hands over my chest and legs, her palms warm and explorative.
“Do we always have to do this?” I asked, more exasperated than anything.
“Never doubt a doctor!”
“You’re not a doctor.”
“Sure I am! How else do you explain my genetic experiments?”
“Lack of ethics?”
“That helps,” Dolly said, giving my abdominals a squeeze. “Mm. Nice. They seem firmer than before. You sure you don’t want me to redesign the suit so it shows off your abs? Get all Batman Forever on this bod.”
“I’m sure,” I said tightly, trying to ignore the heat rushing to my groin.
“Spoilsport.”
“Are you done?” I said
Dolly giggled. “Aw, not to worry. I’m almost there. Hmmm. You seem bigger than I remember,” Dolly said, cupping my bulge. “Has someone been playing around with a growth ray?”
I hissed as she fondled me. Fuck, I was getting bigger, but that was all Dolly’s doing. “Careful now,” I said tightly. “You’re treading on some dangerous ground.”
“You going to punish me?” Dolly cooed. “I have been a very baaaaaad girl.”
“Understatement of the year,” I said.
“It is, isn’t it?” Dolly cackled, removing her hand from my crotch at last. “Anyway, looks pretty good! I’ll get to work on that suit in no time. You sure you don’t want any extra upgrades? I’ll make it cheap for my favourite villain.”
“No thanks,” I said, stepping down from the platform and beginning to gather up my castoff clothes. “I can barely afford what you offer now. But I do need some equipment for Glacia’s heist.”
“Yeah? Whatcha looking for?”
“I need some henchmen outfits,” I said, voice momentarily muffled by my shirt as I pulled it on. “Hmph. Something to match an ice theme. I’m thinking hockey sticks, parkas, colour coordinated blue and white of course.”
“Classic! I love it. I can get those done no problem. I still have some leftover gear I was supposed to send to some Antarctic research station whose crew got eaten by an alien. So it goes. When do you need it?”
“Within a few days.”
“Mmm. Tight schedule.”
“I know. Can you do it?”
“Please!” Dolly cried with an errant gesture. “You’re talking to a genius! There’s nothing I can’t do. But, you know,” she said, sidling closer, her eyes growing lidded and a teasing curl lifting a lip. “A rush order is gonna be big. I’ll have to charge something… extra…”
I sucked in a breath as I felt her again stroke my bulge, the fabric of my boxers utterly unable to hide how hard I was. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” Dolly said hotly. “I’m gonna need to work real hard, but sometimes I can’t find the motivation to really give it my all. Maybe you could help me out?”
Ah, so that was her game. I suppose I should have known. Dolly never missed an opportunity to get some action from me. And truth be told, I wasn’t complaining. Though we didn’t have anything like a serious relationship, it worked out well on my end, and I could think of worse girls to have an obsession with seeing me naked. My eyes ran up and down her figure. Her wide hips and plump breasts. She was a little short, but more than made up for it with the rest of herself. The warm air of her lab was scented faintly of her. Perfume, plastic, and a faintly metallic thing. My hands came down, resting on her shoulders, and I pushed off her labcoat, letting it pool on the floor, leaving her in nothing but her sweater and pants.
Dolly gave a little shiver, cooed. “Is that a yes?” she said, trying to sound cocky, but I could hear the subtle quaver of lust underpinning those words.
“I think we could arrange something,” I said, and with a forceful gesture pushed her down to her knees.
Dolly went down with a gasp, and almost at once was nuzzling my bulge. I chuckled. Despite her show of confidence and teasing personality, Dolly was a born submissive. I didn’t know if it was the sheep in her DNA, but she loved being bossed around. Used and fucked. People like her were born minions, but like any good minion, they needed to decide who to serve.
And Dolly loved to serve me.
She grasped the band of my boxers and yanked them down. My cock, freed, slapped her upturned face, the impact seeming to send a shudder through the sheepie scientist. Dolly groaned like an addict, her hands moving over my cock, admiring me, stirring me to my full length.
“Oh yeaaaaaah,” Dolly moaned, running her tongue along my shaft, sending aching pleasure throbbing into my balls. “That’s the gooooood stuff. Oh fuck, Victor. If I could bottle this up, I’d make a… ah… a fucking foooortune. Aroma De Villain. The girls would just line up for it.”
“How can you be still be so chatty while sucking cock?” I asked, my hand gripping her crimped hair, fingers tangling in the woolly hair.
Dolly groaned in ecstasy as my fingers played with her mane, the sensitivity of her locks sending shockwaves rippling through her lovely form. “Mmmm. I have a ton of skills,” she moaned, planting hot, eager kisses all over my balls, working her way up my shaft and to the tip. “Let me show you some,” she said with a flirty flutter of her lashes, her soft lips beginning to lovingly kiss the head of my cock, every smack sliding her a little further down it until she’d taken the head in her mouth.
I hissed as she began to lovingly suck, working her way up and down my cock, every bob of her head sliding her further down me. My other hand joined the first on her head, urging her deeper onto my cock.
“Oh fuck yessss,” I groaned. “Good girl. Fuck, Dolly. You’re doing such a good ffffucking job. Use your tongue a bit. Yesss, like that. Knew you could… ha… do it…”
“Mmmm,” Dolly hummed, lovingly running her mouth up and down me, her eyes lidded in smoky pleasure as she did as commanded, her lips a perfect seal, her sucking heavenly.
“Fuck!” I gasped, my hands gripping her hair, pushing her down harder, my hips thrusting my cock into her mouth. Dolly started to bob faster. Faster. She was always like this. Always wanted it so badly. And I was so happy to give it to her. Give her a big load for her troubles. “Yes. Yess! Oh fuck, Dolly! Here it comes. Here it… fucking… cooooomes!”
I groaned as I came, spurting into her eager mouth, feeling her lips suckle at my cock as she lovingly swallowed every drop. The dull throb of orgasm ached through me and I groaned contentedly, letting her take her fill before finally allowing her to lift her head, the lovely scientist gasping for breath, her face flushed.
“Ohhhh Victor,” she panted, her eyes lidded, her face rapturous like she’d just drunk a bottle of wine. “That was soooo goooood…”
“Yeah?” I said, glancing towards the counter where Dolly had put my metal bracers and anklets. I smirked as I wrapped them in a magnetic field and lifted them up. “You liked it?”
“Very. Awww, but you’re looking a little soft there,” she giggled, eying my cock with pouting disappointment, then brightening. “Say, how would you like to test my new formula? I’m looking to scoop Viagra’s customer base, and have just the hey!”
She yelped as my wrist and ankle bracers suddenly shackled her arms and legs, lifting her into the air. “Dolly?” I said as I stretched her arms to either side, followed by her legs. “Do you really think I’ll let the girl who turned herself into a sheep hybrid inject me with anything?”
“But you’re gonna inject me with something, right?” she said, grinning, flushed with excitement as she wriggled, helplessly held in the air. “Give me a shot of that vitamin D?”
“I could,” I saidmoving around the hovering scientist, pacing slowly around her. “But as you said, I’m a little soft. Need to work myself up to another.”
Dolly turned her head, trying to track me, her chest beginning to heave with her excited breathing, breasts stretching the fabric of her sweater. “How uh… how are you gonna do that?”
“Oh,” I said, coming up behind her. “I can think of a few ways.”
I suddenly reached out, grabbed the hem of her sweater and lifted it up. Dolly gasped, then moaned as moved forward and my hands enveloped her plush breasts. Mmm. No bra. That’s my girl.
“Ohhhhh!” Dolly moaned, head tilting back as I hefted her breasts, her warm titflesh nearly overflowing in my palms. “Oh Victoooooor!”
“Like that?” I asked her, talking right into her ear. “Does my fluffy girl love it when I play with her big tits?”
“Y-yessss!” Dolly groaned. “I l-like it a lot. Oh f-fuck, Victor…”
I could feel her try and pull against the magnetic shackles holding her helpless in the air, to no avail. I also knew, through the very scientific methods of how hard her ass was grinding back against my cock, that she absolutely loved it.
“How much do you like it?” I asked, nibbling on her earlobe, making her squeak as I bounced her plump tits. “Do you like it enough to… baa?”
“B-baa?” she gasped, and I could feel the shiver of delight that raced through her at that.
“Yeah. Baa. Baa like my good, slutty sheep,” I said, one of my hands moving down, undoing her belt. Dolly moaned as I tugged down her pants, letting them hang off the shackles that bound her ankles, my palm resting over her mound, feeling the heat and dampness of her arousal through her panties. “Are you gonna do that for me?”
“Ohhhh. I d-dunno. It’s kinda… ha… embarrassing,” she said, half giggling, half pleading, all needing.
“Sounds like I just need to force it out of you,” I said, my free hand running over her hip and onto her ass, giving her rump a sudden spank.
“Ah!” Dolly gasped, bucking as much as she could, the smack of flesh on flesh echoing in the small lab. “Ohhhh! You’re really gonna… gonna make me s-say it, aren’t you?”
“You know I am,” I said, and fuck, I was. I was hard once again. Absolutely ready to make this pretty sheep scream for me, and I was going to see it through. I suddenly swung her cuffed hands forward, bending Dolly over in the air, her peachy ass pushed out, the soft tuft of a little tail wiggling above her panties as I yanked them down, revealing her ass and pussy. I eased her legs apart, baring her slick cunny, seeing how absolutely dripping wet she was for me.
Oh yeah. It was time.
Grabbing her hips, I stroked my tip against her folds. Dolly groaned, quivering in her shackles. “Ohhhh Victor! D-don’t t-teeeease me!” she moaned.
“That’s pretty rich coming from you,” I noted. “But fine. You want it? You got it!”
I pushed forward, sinking deep into Dolly’s tight pussy. She bleated, rocking forward in the loose gravity of my magnetic cuffs, but I yanked her back, spearing her on my cock again.
“Oh f-fuuuuuuck!” Dolly moaned. “Victoooor! Ah! Yes! Yesssss! F-fuck me! Fuck me masterrrrr!”
I loved it when she called me that.
Without further ado I did as she asked, my hands clutching her hips as I pounded into her lush pussy. Dolly wailed in pleasure, the slap of my hips off her ass echoing in the room, her breasts swaying beneath her, her body rocking back to eagerly meet my thrusts.
“Yes! Yes! Master! Oh fuuuuuck! Fuck me! Gimme that cock! Yes! Yes! I love it! Love it! Love your cock! N-need your coooock! Ah. Ah! Master, I… I’m gonna… gonna… B-baaaaaaaa!”
With the moaning cry I felt her pussy tighten, rippling around my cock with the ecstasy of her high. Between the helpless moan and the sudden loving tightness of her pussy I didn’t have a prayer of resisting. Hilting in her again with a loud groan, I finally came.
Dolly groaned in ecstasy as I filled her with hot bursts of my seed, the curvy scientist wriggling in delight. I pulled out of her with a contented sigh, letting the magnetic fields around the cuffs and bracers lower her to the floor where she flopped, ass in the air and twitching with aftershocks.
“So,” I said, pulling back up my underwear and gathering my clothes. “You’ll make sure I get that gear, right?”
“Ohhhh yeaaaaah,” Dolly moaned, cheek planted on the floor, one eye visible and foggy with post-orgasmic bliss. “You got it… ha… ha…”
I chuckled, dressed, and gave her ass a spank that sent her body swaying forward with another whimpering cry. The least I could do after she manhandled me. “Attagirl. I’ll see you then.”
“Ooooh… Looking forward to it!” Dolly giggled breathlessly, her little tail twitching in happiness.
I left Dolly like that, knowing she’d be back to her old self in no time, and also if I didn’t leave now she’d probably try and convince me to stay for round three. Something I wasn’t sure I could resist, even with everything else I needed to take care of. There was just something about that curvy scientist that got my engine going. Opposites attract, as they say. I slapped the control panel at the lab doors, which slid open with a beep. Glacia was still standing there, almost at parade rest, only to stiffen as soon as I exited.
“Got what we needed. Let’s go,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” Glacia said rigidly, practically pivoting on her heel to march after me, head tilted back, arms crossed behind her. I glanced over my shoulder at her, but Glacia didn’t look inclined to share. She looked miffed, if anything, but I wasn’t sure what to make of that. Maybe I left her waiting too long? I’d better make sure I avoided that in the future. No sense antagonizing her. It was going to be hard enough training her for what was to come.
It wasn’t until we’d left the industrial area and were driving back into the concrete jungle of the city that she finally spoke again.
“You seem close with her,” Glacia said.
“Dolly?” I shrugged as street lights flashed across my face. “Well, kind of. I’ve been getting gear from her for years. She does excellent work, despite her quirks. And I can rely on her discretion. You don’t need to use her for business, but I suggest you find a lab rat you can get decent equipment from early on. When you’re a freelance villain, it’s all about making the right connections.”
“It seemed more than that,” Glacia said with a close look at me. “It looked like she wanted a relationship from you.”
“Dolly?” At that, I laughed. “Ha! No way. I might fool around with her, sure. But I’m not looking for that kind of thing. Relationships are dangerous in this business. Too much can go wrong. Same reason heroes have such trouble with romance.”
“Really?” Glacia said.
“Of course.”
“Oh,” Glacia said, settling back in her seat, looking oddly disappointed. I gave her a side-eye, wondering what that was about. But before I could think more on it she asked, “Where are we going now?”
“Oh, that,” I said. “We’re going to a bar. Time to pick up some henchmen.”