The Bad Girls
The villain business throws a lot of curveballs at you, and among the biggest for me was ending up mentoring three villainesses of varying stripes.
I hadn’t intended on doing it at first, of course, but when your job is to take the hits from heroes and make the fights look good, you had to roll with the punches, because many of those punches could crack mountains.
That was how I found myself mentoring Steve’s sister, Psyren. She was a psychic, and by all accounts a pretty impressive one. Unfortunately, that also meant she was absolutely crazy. People with psychic powers rarely had a ‘normal’ that anyone not fresh off Adderall would recognize, and Psyren was high on that list. She’d been working at the Rumble Ring as a singer, doing acts between shows, but then, for some reason, decided a career in villainy was her true vocation. A bit unusual. Most times those who gave up their singing career to menace heroes were a bit further on in years. Apparently, hitting fifty really inspired aging musicians to go mad with power. Originally we’d thought that was all the LSD from the 60’s catching up with them, but then the 80’s rockers started dressing up in even more flamboyant costumes and holding the west coast hostage. Well, not that I could blame them about that. California would drive anyone insane.
But Psyren was a special case, and for a number of reasons. Not only was she Steve’s darling little sister, but she seemed to genuinely want a career as a freelance villain. Well, we’d see what she thought after she got a taste of the job. A lot of people who liked the villain lifestyle but had a moral compass tried to freelance as villains, but not many stayed in the industry. It was tough work, and when things went wrong, more often than not it was going to be your life on the line rather than the hero’s. But I’d told Psyren I’d train her, and once she found out I’d gained myself a new home, she insisted I let her move in. Thus I was off to pick her up.
I reached Psyren’s building in short order. It was pretty nice, I had to admit, and made me wonder again why she’d want to move into a half-ruined old chalet in the middle of the mountains. Her building was one of those new condominiums that looked like they’d built half of it from glass and the other half from shipping containers. It was the kind of place that only rich people could afford to look cheap.
Parking, I shot Psyren a quick text and got out of the car, but needn’t have bothered. In seconds she burst from the doors like she was on a runway. Every time I saw Psyren, I couldn’t help but admire her. She was pretty in that ‘quirky psycho’ look that usually involved a teddy bear, copious eyeliner, My Chemical Romance, and blood splatter. Her hair was a pixie cut of neon pink and her clothes a leather jacket, jeans, and copious amounts of unnecessary belts and chains. She was slim, but the biggest thing I always noticed about her was the pair of massive headphones she wore. They apparently suppressed her powers to a more manageable degree, and given what I’d seen so far, that was a damn good thing. She grinned when she spotted me, a smile filled with that vicious wildness that made my pulse quicken.
“Heya boss!” she cried, bouncing down the steps, dragging along two massive suitcases.
“Psyren,” I said, and with a gesture lifted her suitcases with my powers.
Giggling, Psyren threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. I returned it with interest, my arms looping around her, lifting her against me, much to her delight. She moaned softly, deepening the kiss with the sort of shamelessness that I was all for.
I let her down, floating the suitcases towards the car. As I opened the back door I suddenly recalled my ‘guest’, who helpfully reminded me by trying to kick me in the face. Which showed how distracting Psyren could be, if nothing else.
“Woah, boss! Who’s that?” Psyren said as she peered over my shoulder. “You getting into kidnapping?”
“What?” I said quickly, realizing how bad this looked. “No! No. This is… Look. There’s… there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this.”
“Sure thing boss,” Psyren said with a wink my way. “Don’t worry. I’m a ride or die kinda gal. So, what are you thinking?” she said, reaching out and tapping Olympia on the forehead. “Want me to scramble her brain for ya? Maybe make her a good little brainwashed slave? It would be soooo easy.”
Olympia’s eyes widened with horror and I sighed. “No. Look, she attacked me out of the blue, and I dealt with her.”
“She did? Ohhh, naughty bitch!” Psyren growled, hearts of neon pink glowing in her eyes. “Don’t worry, boss. I got a bunch of ideas to make sure she regrets that.”
Flattered as I was, she wasn’t exactly helping things. I put a hand on Psyren’s shoulder, easing her back from the car. “Psyren, no. I took care of it. I just have to keep an eye on her until I can hand her off to someone who’ll deal with her. Is this all your luggage?” I said, eager to change the subject.
Psyren leaned back, much to Olympia’s relief, I noticed. “Mmm. Sure is!” the psychic said, beaming. “Got a bunch of my clothes and stuff. That’s all I really need. Especially my naughtier undies,” she said with another lewd wink. “Can’t wait to show you some of them.”
Despite all the other shit going on that day, I couldn’t help but snort in amusement. “That so? Well, I have to say I’m looking forward to that.”
“I could give you a look right now, boss,” Psyren said, slinking up closer, pressing against me, her breasts squishing against my chest. “I don’t have to be out of my place until tonight. And I could show you some real fun stuff…”
It was tempting. Fuck but it was tempting. And I could see Psyren’s desire in the throbbing pink of the hearts glowing in her eyes. Under other circumstances, I’d have grabbed her, carried her up to that room, and showed her a fucking she’d not soon forget.
But I wasn’t about to leave my car sitting by the sidewalk with a heroine tied up in the backseat. That sort of thing would invite all kinds of uncomfortable attention, even if Olympia didn’t manage to escape. Someone was sure to notice her eventually.
“Later,” I told Psyren, giving her ass a pat of assurance. “But first, we should head to my place.”
“Ooooh! Gonna fuck me in your evil lair? Boss, you sure know how to romance a girl,” Psyren giggled with another flutter of her lashes. She leaned up closer and gave me another kiss. A short one this time before twirling away, sliding around the hood of my car and to the passenger side.
I watched her go, trying to calm my racing pulse. I heaved the luggage into the back seat alongside Olympia, crushing her against the side window. It would be an uncomfortable ride for her, but fuck it. She was lucky I hadn’t dumped her body in the bay like I had some of the other streeters that had come after me over the years.
I shut the back door and swung into the driver’s seat, peeling off down the highway and towards the outskirts of Metro City.
The drive out of the city and into the mountains took longer than I liked, especially given my abilities to fly. But I tried not to take to the skies too often. Going by air got a lot of questions, and not just about flight clearance. A lot of supers tended to patrol the skies looking for evil doing, and in my opinion, the less supers I met outside of work, the better. There were those heroes who could be reasoned with, but the kind that spent their days floating above the city with hands on their hips, just looking to start something was not the sort willing to chat. A car was just more convenient.
Soon though we’d wound our way up the road into the mountains, and ahead was the Roue Devard.
I couldn’t help but marvel at the changes in just a short time. When General Winter had handed it over to me, half the building was frosted over from our battle, which had gutted the ballroom and made a gigantic hole in the front of the building. The latter had been my fault, but there had been utility in that dramatic entrance. Nothing like ripping off a door to scatter some minions. And it had all worked out.
Sort of.
As I drove up the gate opened with a creak, my little Honda Civic gliding up the path and towards the doors. The place had formerly been a ski lodge back in the day, before being bought by the General to serve as his local lair, and the whole place had a distinct Overlook Hotel feel to it. Gabled roofs and two wings, it sat nestled in the mountainside, looming over the road like Frankenstein’s castle, remote from any prying eyes. It had a distinctly grim, forbidding look to it that I had to respect. The General had surely chosen his lair well, and now that it was mine, I did like the villainous flair of the place. Beat a one-bedroom apartment in the city, anyway.
As I drew nearer I automatically let my magnetic powers feel out the front of the building. A bit paranoid, maybe, but it had kept me alive this far. I could sense the reinforced metal inside the walls, one of Dolly’s many recent additions to what was now my abode. The mad scientist had been my go to when I needed villainous tech for my job, and when I realized some extensive repairs were needed for the chalet, I’d called her up. She’d been eager to accommodate me, so long as she got to live in the basement.
Needless to say, an odd request. And I’d hesitated for more than the obvious reasons. See, having your local mad scientist move into your house was never a smart move, no matter how good she looked in a lab coat. Having to sleep with a Geiger counter just in case the basement started leaking radiation wasn’t exactly relaxing. But more than that, I had a thing about moving in with people, and especially a woman. It implied certain things, and as I’d worked alone for most of my career, I’d always been wary about dating inside the industry. Breaking up with a woman who could crush boulders with her thighs was a risky proposition. But I’d needed the work done, and though I’d fooled around with Dolly, she hadn’t shown any signs of being terribly clingy.
Well, no more than usual.
And she had done damn good work, I had to admit that. The front was now fully repaired and looked better than before I stormed the place. Hell, even the side where ballroom was… was…
“What the fuck!?”
I stared at the large needle-shaped object currently projecting out the side of the chalet like a massive skeletal antenna. Oh no. Oh no no no. That had better not be what I thought it was, because not only did it not fit the general imposing gothic manor vibe of the rest of the building, but I had a sneaking suspicion it was intended for no good.
And I had a pretty damn good idea who had set it up.
“Something wrong, boss?” Psyren said.
“Yeah. Something,” I said, parking with a screech of rubber. I slammed the car door behind me as I got out, then almost ripped off the back door as I belatedly hauled Olympia out with a magnetic pull on her bindings. She floated in the air, giving me a look that would blister under normal circumstances, but I didn’t have time to deal with her right now. I made my way up to the entrance with Psyren trotting close behind, the keypad at the front beeping as I jabbed in the code. “Correct! Welcome back, master,” Dolly’s pre-recorded voice chirped as the locks released.
Hm. That was new, among other things, apparently.
I threw open the doors, making my way into the reception room, paying no attention to the lovely varnished wood panelling or the various stuffed animal heads looking down from above.
“Sir! You have returned.”
I paused and looked up the stairs to the second floor. Glacia stood there, the lovely villainess dressed in nothing but a downy white bathrobe, her hair a shimmer of silvery white over her shoulders and tall figure striking in her near nudity. A stunning woman, aching with dangerously classy beauty. No surprise. She was General Winter’s daughter, and in my experience, the daughters of megalomaniacs out to rule the world never settled for ‘average.’ They’d either be bombshells that would launch a thousand ships or monstrously ugly. The General had agreed to let her stay with me after our battle, and now here she was. As she caught my eye she hastily ducked her head, a blush rouging her pale cheeks. Glacia had apparently been a big fan of mine, even running away to try and train under me in the fine art of villainy.
But as much as I’d love to soak in the sight of her, I had other things top of the mind right then. “Glacia?” I said. “Where’s Dolly?”
“The scientist?” Glacia said as she walked down the stairs towards me. “I believe she’s working in the ballroom…”
“Great. I need to have a word with her.”
“What about this one?” Psyren said, poking Olympia’s cheek, which only made the mythic fume further.
I glanced at the heroine impatiently. “I’ll…”
“Shall we put her in the dungeon, sir?” Glacia said.
“Dungeon? We have a dungeon?” I said.
“Of course, sir,” Glacia said. “It was one of the first things father put in.”
Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. What member of a globe spanning evil organization would go without a convenient place to store their captured victims? Probably even used to have a customary sleepy guard with a massive keyring easily lifted from the belt. Ah, classics. Had to love them. It was one of the many reasons I respected the General so much.
And throwing Olympia behind bars was tempting to be sure, but the last thing I needed was to reinforce the idea that I was a real villain. And sticking someone in the dungeon was pretty classic villain move.
“No. No dungeon. This is a whole… a whole thing. Stick her in the kitchen for now. And keep an eye on her! I need to have a word with Dolly.”
“Yes, sir,” Glacia said.
“And no torturing!” I threw over my shoulder as I made my way towards the ballroom.
“Aww,” Psyren said.
Fuck. Just one thing after another. I never had to deal with this shit when I was a solo villain. Of course, I also didn’t have a trio of drop-dead gorgeous villainesses hanging around either, so… ya know. Take the positives with the negatives.
And speaking of negatives, time to chat with my local mad scientist.
I threw open the doors of the ballroom and stopped dead, staring.
The last time I had seen the room, it had been coated in glittering ice and much of the floor had been a gaping hole. I’d been so busy since, I hadn’t had a chance to look at it until now, which had clearly been a mistake. Now, the hole had been filled up, but it had been replaced with a pedestal on which was the beginnings of what looked like a death ray.
Needle tipped, it rested on a metal platform, point aimed towards the hole where the windows were still being fixed up. The thing was clearly only half finished, the metallic skeleton of the device taking up most of the space, while wiring and machinery lay exposed like guts spilling from the superstructure. Several of Dolly’s robots were on the job. Resembling orbs with a single red eye and multiple iron tentacles, they crawled about the ray with their ropy limbs, welding torches spitting sparks from their claws as they assembled the new doomsday device.
“Dolly!” I shouted over the clang of metal.
“Hey! Victor!”
I looked up as Dolly swung herself out of the guts of the machine’s base. She landed nimbly on the floor, her lab coat gusting around her like white wings as she bounced back to her feet. And bounce was right. Dolly was somewhat short but hardly petite. Her curves were showcased by a tight sweater, her hair a downy white, crimped like wool and she even had a pair of sheep horns growing out the sides. Dolly had a million stories as to just how she ended up with her DNA scrambled with that of a sheep, but I never pried. Everyone in the hero business had their secrets. Fuck knows I had enough of them, not the least being Dolly’s new lab she was building underneath the chalet.
“Dolly!” I said, gesturing at the massive machine being assembled. “What the hell?”
“Do you like it?” Dolly said, skipping up to me. “I knew you would! It’s a classic design. Full throated kinetic heat signature melding, mixed in with a brand new Thermogen vent and heat targeting array. Check it out! The whole thing is going to be on a rail. The windows will peel back and the ray will poke out to fire on your enemies. My own brilliant design! This puppy will be able to vaporize a building from a distance of two point seven miles! That’s an extra twenty feet compared to the best death rays on the market. But, that’s no surprise. After all,” she said smugly. “I am a genius!”
“What are you talking about? Why did you build this thing here!”
Dolly gave me a surprised look. “You mean… you don’t want a death ray?”
“No, I don’t want a death ray! What would I do with a death ray?”
“What wouldn’t you do!” Dolly chirped, bouncing on her heels, grinning widely. “You could do so much! You could threaten your enemies with disintegration! Hold the city hostage for money! Cook eggs on the exhaust vent while it powers up. The possibilities are endless.”
I held a hand to my forehead, trying to calm the aching in my skull. “Dolly. I don’t need a death ray.”
“Oh, come on, Victor. What self-respecting villain doesn’t have one or two doomsday devices lying around?”
“The kind that gets paid to get beaten up by heroes,” I pointed out.
“Then think of it as a prop.”
“Dolly. No death rays,” I said. “Take it down.”
It pained me to say this, because I was a man who could appreciate a good death ray. And Dolly’s had the makings of a fantastic one. Classic 60’s heavy bottom and tapering tip. And if I wasn’t mistaken, it even looked like she was installing some tesla coils. But I was a low-key bad guy. I robbed banks, not Fort Knox. Superweapons were just asking for trouble of the wrong kind. And I didn’t want the Heroes of Earth on my ass. I’d just barely avoided picking a fight with the Guild of Villainous Foes while rescuing Glacia. The last thing I needed was to take on their good guy counterpart. They already didn’t like villains for hire like me. Seemed to think it degraded their profession. And hey, I’d be the first to admit the world needed the sorts of heroes who stopped alien invasions, globe trotting lunatics, and giant monsters as their main job. Relying on capes or streeters for everything was a recipe for disaster. The thought of leaving the rescuing of the world to privatized superheroing or someone who beat up drug dealers while wearing a glorified gimp suit left me cold.
Dolly pouted at my insistence. “Spoilsport. But fine,” she sighed, flipping her hair. “I will.”
“Really?” I said. That was surprisingly easy.
“Sure! But in exchange, Victor, can you maybe do something for me?”
And there it was. I had a sudden feeling I’d just walked into the tiger’s cage while wearing a suit made of grade A beef. I leaned away from Dolly as she fluttered her eyelashes innocently at me, her hands clutched before her chest. “What is it?” I said.
She grinned and flipped out her phone. Turning it my way, she revealed a picture of a poster for some event. “Here! Take a look. Professor Umber is going to be giving a big presentation on the latest in scientific advances down at the Metro College of Advanced Science. He’s a huge name in mad science. I’ve been a fan of his for years! And I really really wanna go!”
“Right,” I said. “Okay. You don’t need my permission to go, though.”
“Oh, I know, Victor. But I want you to escort me!”
“Escort you?”
“Yeah!” Dolly chirped, beaming up at me, clasping her arms behind her and swaying flirtatiously, her labcoat swishing around her ankles. “After all, I’m just a poor, cute little lady. I wouldn’t dare be caught out and about without some protection. Who knows what naughty things people might try and do with me.”
Ha! Though I had no doubt many people would love to put their hands on Dolly, keeping those hands afterwards was a bit more suspect. She probably had access to the sorts of weapons the Geneva Conventions were written about.
But if that’s all it took to get her to dismantle the doomsday machine currently filling up part of my house, it was a small price to pay. Which, in retrospect, might have been her plan all along. I sighed. Looked like I might have to keep a closer eye on the girls than I expected. I wasn’t used to managing other people this much. It was why I never kept henchmen around. In addition to being expensive as fuck in the long run, in the short term you rarely needed them, and their inevitable workplace drama was such a headache. Sure, you could send a few to take a dip in the shark tank as a team building exercise, but the problem with that was you quickly ran out of team. Hence my reliance on Steve’s clones for all my faceless mook needs.
“Fine,” I said, exasperated. “I’ll escort you. Why not?”
Dolly squealed in delight, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me on the lips. “Yay, thanks so much, Victor,” Dolly cried. “You’re all heart!”
I stared at her, momentarily stunned by the sudden outpouring of affection. “Uh, yeah. No problem,” I said.
“Oh but it is. You’re doing me such a favour. Really, bossman,” Dolly giggled as her hips lazily swung, rubbing herself against my bulge. “Mmm. A biiiig favour. In fact,” she said, her eyes growing molten, lashes fluttering teasingly. “I think that one good turn deserves another. Don’t you?”
“You do?” I said.
“Oh yeah, boss,” Dolly cooed as she slipped down my front and to her knees, nuzzling my crotch with her woolly head. “I really… really do…”
I sucked in a breath as she teased me. Damn but she was a horny one. Literally. Not that I was complaining. “Well,” I said, resting my hand on her head, feeling her shiver in delight as I rubbed her wool. “If you really wanted to repay me…”
My other hand eased down my zipper, and out of my pants came my cock. I was already semi-hard, and when Dolly gave a needy coo and started kissing her way up the underside of my shaft I got to full mast almost instantly. “Mmm. Thank you soooo much,” Dolly murmured lovingly, her lips leaving tingling sensations with every kiss she planted on me, her hands running up and down my manhood in evident appreciation. I didn’t even care she might have drugged her lipstick. It would be so fucking worth it. “I can’t wait to show you how grateful I am.”
“Then stop talking about it and start doing it,” I growled.
Dolly winked. “You’re the boss,” she said, angled my cock down and opened wide. Her lips took my tip first, feeding the rest in, taking me deep into her throat.
“Mmmm… Fuuuuuck, Dolly,” I groaned, grasping her hair tightly, my thumbs brushing her horns.
“Mmmm,” Dolly moaned, her lashes fluttering as she adoringly bobbed, sucking me off like a champ.
“God dammit, Dolly,” I grunted. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing… hrmmm… such a good job there. Ah. Fuuuuck!” I groaned as her hand gently cupped my balls, fondling them as she began to suck harder. Faster. Her head bobbing into my lap with moaning adoration, taking my cock deep into her mouth with obvious gusto. “Oh f-fuuuuck. Dolly, here it comes. Here I… Ohhhh!”
I groaned, head falling back as I came, unloading into her eager mouth. Dolly moaned, her lashes fluttering as she obediently swallowed, throat working as she drank every drop.
Dolly gasped, lifting her head off my shaft, licking her lips with a saucy smile. “Mmm. Delicious as always, Victor.”
“Glad you… think so,” I said.
“Yep!” she said, lashes fluttering. “But that’s not all you got for me, is it?”
“No,” I said, my powers lifting a couple of nearby coils of steel. “Not, it’s not.”
Giggling, Dolly raised her arms, guessing where I was going with this. She was instantly proven right as the coils unwound, suddenly clamping around her wrists, bending with metallic groans to form a pair of cuffs. She gave a quiet moan as they tightened. “Mmm. Oh master. Are you going to punish your naughty henchmen? How fun!”
“You do love it. Almost as much as I love this,” I said, flicking my fingers.
Dolly yelped as she was suddenly turned around, dragged by the magnetized cuffs and over to a nearby table. I strolled after her as she was yanked down, ass pushed out and body bent to the waist on the cool metal surface.
“Ohhh Victor. What are you gonna do?” she cooed, looking over her shoulder and giving her rump a shake. “I’m utterly at your mercy.”
“Don’t act like you don’t know,” I said, moving up behind her, running my hands under her coat and along her flanks.
Dolly shivered, giving a needy whimper that shot straight down to my cock. Even though I’d just cum I was already on the path to getting hard all over again. My hands moved back down, grabbed her pants and pulled them down and over her rear. Dolly gasped as the cool air within the chalet tingled on her pale rump and thighs.
“Mmm. Like the view, boss?” Dolly cooed, giving her round ass a teasing wiggle.
“Very much,” I confirmed before giving her bottom a firm spank.
Dolly yelped, rocking forward, her cheeks flushing with delight and embarrassment. “Nnn! That hurt, Victor,” she whined, but the undercurrent of need in her tone was the last bit I needed to get all the way hard again.
“Yeah? Well, sometimes I have to punish my minions,” I said, my hand sliding between her parted thighs, my finger teasingly running along her pussy, feeling how wet she was. “Sometimes, they need to be shown who’s in charge. Do I need to do that, Dolly? Do I have to teach you a lesson?”
I could feel her shudder in anticipation, her whole body tuned to the expectation of what I was going to do. What I was going to make her feel. It was a sensation I was feeling acutely as well. As I stroked her pussy I felt my pulse quicken and cock twitch, Dolly’s keening moan sending shivers through me. I finally pulled my hand from her pussy, instead spanking her again, grasping her as she jolted at the impact.
“Oh master,” Dolly gasped, wagging her rear like a bitch in heat. “P-pleeease. Give it to me. Give it to me so f-fucking haaaard!”
“What? No clever comments? No tantalizing verbiage? Dolly! To think, all it takes to make you a horny slut is a bit of cock. How naughty.”
“Yessss!” Dolly moaned, wriggling against the cuffs that bound her, her inability to escape only making her blush hotter. “I’m a naughty girl! A baaaaaaad girl! Please, master. Punish me. Punish me haaaard!”
Fuck, I’d been planning on stretching this out a bit more, but her needy whines were driving me absolutely wild. I pushed her hips against the edge of the table, holding her steady, feeling her quiver with a reflexive need to move, but unable to as I pushed my cock against her pussy and sheathed myself in her.
“Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck!” Dolly moaned, back arching and lips parting in a throaty moan.
“Fuck!” I grunted as I began to saw in and out of her. “Fuck! Dolly, you’re so fucking needy!”
“Yes!” Dolly cried out, her ass rocking back against my thrusts. “Fuck yesss! I need your cock! Need you to fuck me! Oh master… ah… master. Yes! Yesss! Oh fuck! Fuck me, boss! Fuck me hard! Make me fffffucking youuuuurs!”
God damn I wasn’t going to last long like this! I pushed her hard against the table, fucking her ruthlessly, making her feel every inch of my cock in her.
“Yes! Yes! Boss! Master! I… I’m gonna… gonna… Ohhhhh!”
With a wailing cry she came, inner walls tightening around my cock, and fucking hell no one could have held back after that. I hilted in her a final time, ramming home as she came atop my cock, moaning in shameless pleasure as her body bucked and quivered with aftershocks of orgasmic bliss. I groaned, joining her in her high, giving her another filling of my cum.
With a heavy breath of satiation, I unsheathed my cock from her and stepped back. Without me holding her up, Dolly slumped on the table, whimpering with the final effects of her orgasm.
I couldn’t help but chuckle, a flick of my fingers releasing her wrists from the makeshift cuffs. Dolly moaned and stretched contentedly on the table, her ass rising with the roll of her hips.
“Thaaaaaank youuuuuu,” Dolly groaned.
“You’re welcome,” I said, giving her ass a final pat. “Better get yourself cleaned up, though. If you want to go to that show tomorrow.”
“Yes sirrrrr,” Dolly giggled, wiggling in delight as I left her to her own devices.
Well, Dolly may have been a pain at times. But you know? It wasn’t all bad.