Rewards
It paid to have inhouse mad science.
True, it could be expensive. Your average lunatic bending the laws of physics, nature, and, you know, regular laws needed some highly specialized equipment, and sucked up more power than a gamer trying to play the new CD Projekt Red game. But when you really went into the villain business, you didn’t want to be outsourcing your evil tech. Sure it was cheaper, but it was very much a case of ‘you get what you pay for.’
Another big reason you wanted your mad scientist nearby was because you should never leave those loons on their own for too long. Your average evil inventor didn’t really understand the whole ‘boundaries’ thing, and left to their own devices, can go pretty nutty. Not to mention if you didn’t keep an eye on them, they’d try and sneak in extra things into your evil machinery. An override switch so they can turn your army of warbots to their side. A big ‘self-destruct’ button. That kinda crap.
Those were the obvious reasons to keep your pet mad scientist close. In my case, another big benefit was how sexy Dolly was.
Not to be crass or anything. She knew it and flaunted that fact. It was no coincidence she wore those tight sweaters and an open lab coat. She knew how much of a turn on that classic evil garb was for me. And fuck, man. Seeing her dressed up like some escapee form a Hammer Horror Frankenstein production, backlit by sparking tesla coils and bubbling beakers. Oooh, it did all kinds a things to me.
She was dressed that way when she gave me a call several days after my meeting with Valkyria. It was pretty warm down there in the basement with all the servers humming and various towering machine flashing lights. The walls lit with veins of glowing purples and blues like some cyberpunk club and vats of bubbling green things throwing their light across the floor.
“What have you got for me?” I asked Dolly as I approached her chair.
“Hold up,” Dolly said, tongue poking from the corner of her mouth, her body twisting as she mashed the buttons on her controller. I glanced at the main screen, which was showing whatever shooter game Dolly was playing. A halo of smaller screens were arrayed around it, showing technical diagrams, data streams, and other things, but all her focus was currently on the game. “Hold up, Victor. Just… about… Gotcha!” she cried, punching the air triumphantly. “Wooo! Top rank! Take that you miserable scrubs!”
“Are you using hacks?” I said.
“Victor, please! I am a lady of highest integrity,” Dolly said, hand to her chest as she lifted her nose smugly. “I just happen to be that good.”
I let my eyes linger a bit on the swell of her breasts, then pulled my eyes to hers, seeing Dolly had clearly noticed. But come on. Who could blame me? By the look in her eye, she certainly wasn’t.
“I hope your gaming didn’t get in the way of work,” I said.
“Of course not, Victor! I am a complete professional when I need to be. I called you as soon as I finished tracking down the Mind. Just having a bit of fun while I waited for you to show.”
“You found him? Great!” I said, reaching down and mussing her woolly hair, petting her in that way I knew she liked. “Knew I could count on you, Dolly.”
Dolly shivered in pleasure as I fondled her. “Mmm. Damn right you could,” she said.
I let my hand linger, but nodded at the screens. “So, where is he?”
“Well,” Dolly said with a grimace. “You’re not gonna like it.”
“Probably not,” I admitted. “But give it to me anyway.”
“Your funeral,” she said and opened up another screen. “So I went off the data that Steve gave you,” she said, her fingers flying across the keyboard with a clicking of keys. “And drew up his last known location. Not a lot to go on, but evil labs have some familiar energy signatures. Little secret of the trade, don’t pass it around.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“With mine,” Dolly said playfully. “But anyway, his last location is still drawing a lot of power, but the energy signatures are all messed up. So his old location isn’t where his real lair is.”
“Great,” I said, grabbing the back of her chair and leaning in closer to scrutinize the flickering screens. “Then where is he?”
“Well,” Dolly said, grimacing with discomfort, “he’s in the sewers.”
Oh, I didn’t like that. Not at all.
“The sewers?” I said. “What the hell is he doing there?”
“I mean,” Dolly said with a shrug. “Your guess is as good as mine, Victor. But lots of bad guys go underground when they’re threatened.”
That was true. And quite literal. When shit was going down for certain villains, they tended to try and duck down into either bunkers, the sewers, or convenient caves in which to force alcoholic geniuses to build suits of power armour. It was almost instinctive. But if the Mind was in the sewers, then odds were the mutants were helping him out.
Ugh. I could feel my skin crawl just thinking about them. Don’t get me wrong now. I had nothing against mutants. I knew a lot of villains who’d had their DNA scrambled, and very few came out looking half as good as Dolly did. But sewer mutants were a whole different breed of annoyance. Literally. A lot of them mutated back in the 60’s and 70’s when EPA rules were so lax you could dump chemical waste down the sink. Forget rivers catching on fire. Back then, if you went for a swim in certain waterways you were coming back out with gills.
Hippies hardly helped things. There were a lot of weird little communes having fun near the bay area around that time. Lotta weird drugs being used and cooked. Allegedly, a lot of the current crop of mutants were from those groups. But far more likely they were just weirdos and the homeless who slipped through the cracks of civilization, then got changed by whatever chemicals were down there. Or they were people or animals experimented on who didn’t want to be found.
And that was before you got to the rat and gator mutants.
So, yeah. Overall, the sewers were among my least favourite places to deal with. Mutants did not appreciate people wandering into their territory at all, and guarded their little slices of space fiercely. Given the option, I tried to avoid them altogether.
Too bad that decision was now out of my hands.
“Great,” I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “Have you managed to get anything more accurate.”
“Victor, please! You do realize you’re talking to a genius, right? Of course I did!” Dolly said.
I gave her head another pat. “Attagirl. Where?”
“Mmm. Well, if you really have to know, it looks like he’s hiding out under the bay area bridges here,” Dolly said, her mouse clicking as she drew up a massive 3D model of the sewer system. She pointed at a conjunction of tunnels meeting in a large structure in the middle.
“Sonic imaging?” I said. “How’d you get ahold of this?”
“I have my ways, Victor. I have my ways,” Dolly said with a lazy grin.
“Effective ones too,” I noted.
“Really?” Dolly said, her whole body seeming to twist towards me, her shoulders shrugging, making her lab coat fall further, and reveal the deeper valley of her breasts. “Ya really think so?”
My eyes were instantly glued to that tempting display. “Very,” I said.
“Mmm. Does that mean I get a reward from the boss?” she said coyly.
Saucy minx. “A reward, eh?” I said, my fingers playing with her hair once again. “And I wonder just what it is you’d want?”
Dolly shuddered, her eyes growing lidded, her soft lips parting with a soft moan of pleasure.
“Ohhhhhh Victor,” she groaned, tilting her head back as I stroked her head. “That’s… mmm…”
“Feels good?” I said.
“Mmmyeeaaaah,” she moaned.
I chuckled. Of course, I knew Dolly enjoyed having her head petted. That sheep DNA she’d shot into herself gave her some interesting reactions, but this was probably my favourite. I moved behind her chair, sliding my hands down the sides of her head, my thumbs stroking the curl of her horns while my fingers massaged and rubbed the sides of her head and cheeks.
“Ooooooh,” Dolly moaned, wriggling in her seat, her hands clasping on her lap and thighs rubbing together. Her cheeks glowing with a blush. “Oh V-Victor. That’s… that’s so g-goooood.”
“You like that?” I asked.
“Soooo much,” she moaned.
“Nothing too good for my mad scientist,” I told her as I squished her cheeks, my hands moving back up and rubbing her hair again.
“Mmm. Lower, bossman,” Dolly said.
“Lower?” I said teasingly, sliding my hands down to her woolly collar, brushing the soft, downy bounce. “Like… here?”
“Mmmm. Looooower,” Dolly baa’d.
“You mean like… this?” I said, sliding my hands down her front and filling my palms with her breasts.
“Ah!” Dolly gasped, arching, pressing herself eagerly into my grasp. “Oh Victor! Yes! Like… mm… like that!”
“I don’t know, Dolly,” I said, teasingly squeezing and massaging her breasts. “I should probably head out to deal with the Mind…”
“He’s… mmm… he’s not going anywhere. He thinks he’s safe. So… so come on, Victor. Gimme my reward for being such a… a good girl.”
“Good?” I laughed, my thumbs rubbing her nipples through her sweater. “Dolly, you’re a very bad girl. But you know what?”
Dolly tilted her head, her soft lips parted, panting, her eyes hot and misty with desire. “Wh-what?”
“I can work with that,” I said, leaned down and kissed her.
“Mmmm,” Dolly moaned, instantly surrendering to my kiss, her body quivering like she’d just touched a live wire. She squirmed in delight as I continued to massage her breasts, my lips molding against hers, kissing her hard and passionately.
I broke the kiss suddenly, our lips fairly popping apart. A twitch of my powers swung her chair around and I scooped her out of it. Dolly squeaked. “V-Victor! I…”
“Where’s your bed?” I demanded. “Or do I have to bend you over a table again and fuck you on it?”
Dolly giggled. “Mmm. That does sound fun! But…”
Leaning over my arm, she pressed something on her desk. With a hiss of hydraulics a part of the wall lowered itself, revealing a wide bed with a plush mattress and thoroughly dishevelled sheets. The sort of bed someone doesn’t so much sleep on as collapse onto, and only because coffee and energy drinks are no longer enough. Regardless, it’d do.
I kissed Dolly again, the lovely sheepgirl yielding at once, melting against me, opening her mouth to surrender to my tongue pushing into her mouth, wrestling with hers. “Mmmmm!” Dolly groaned, arching a little in my grasp, pressing herself against me as I carried her over to the bed and put her down on it. I broke the kiss, straightening as I grabbed my shirt, pulling it off, soon followed by my pants.
I took pride in my appearance. A good bad guy needed a decent physique. Some guys were satisfied with molding the rubber of their costumes to look like abs, but I always strived for realism. Always be prepared for when clothes took inevitable battle damage. And by the way Dolly’s eyes ran up and down me, it looked like I’d succeeded. It did my ego good to have such an attractive woman look at me that way.
“Oh fuck, Victor,” she breathed.
“Take off the sweater,” I said.
“Is that an… order?” Dolly said, licking her lips.
“Damn right it is. From your evil overlord to his minion.”
“Mmm. Is that right?” Dolly said as she grabbed the hem of her sweater, teasing it up and off. “Am I your naughty minion? Your busty mad scientist? Your pet bad girl to serve you in all your nefarious deeds?”
“Damn right you are,” I said, and fuck but I couldn’t help but admire her as she pulled off the sweater, revealing the plush orbs of her breasts and the softness of her stomach. “And you love it.”
Dolly giggled, grabbing her belt and unbuckling it. “Well, I can’t deny that, my nefarious master.”
Oh, she was playing a dangerous game by being such a tease. Time to really show her who was boss. As her belt came loose I suddenly flicked my finger, my magnetic powers yanking her pants off by the buckle. Dolly yelped, rolling onto her back, kicking her legs in the air as he pants flew off, leaving her in nothing but some lacy panties.
“H-hey! Victor,” she cried.
“Call me master,” I said, moving over her, kneeling on the bed over her, one hand planted beside her head, the other cupping her mound.
Dolly gaped, a shiver coursing through her. She bit her lip, her lashes fluttering. “M-master?” she said.
Oh fuck, the need in that word. The pure lust. Goddam but I loved this. “That’s right,” I said, leaning down and kissing her.
Again Dolly moaned, arching as I rubbed her through her panties. Her hips rocked as I stroked her, my lips working against hers. Hot. Passionate. Kissing her fiercely. Her moan made her breasts bounce, her lower half bucking eagerly as my finger stroked her. I hooked my hand suddenly in the band of her panties, tugging them off and leaving her naked.
“Oh m-master,” Dolly purred hotly. “Fuck me like your baaaaad girl.”
Sounded like a plan to me.
I moved over her, already rock hard. I engulfed her breast in one hand as I pushed into her, Dolly keening with pleasure, arching beneath me as I began to thrust. Slow at first. Making her gasp and moan. Her hips rising, riding my cock with growing urgency.
“Mm. Mmmm. Mmm,” she groaned happily, bucking beneath me, relishing every thrust of my cock. Fuck she was tight. Fuck she was good! I wasn’t doing very well playing the aloof villain, and the feel of Dolly squeezing me was rapidly pushing me over the edge. The taste of her mouth as she submitted to my kiss drove me forward with fierce urgency.
“Mm! Mmm! Ah!” she gasped between kisses. “Oh V-Victor! Have I… ah… have I b-been a good girl?”
“So good,” I grunted. “You’ve been very good for master.”
Mmm, she liked that. I felt her tighten, her whimper rising in a whine. Her arms wrapped around me, clutching my back, her hips rocking frantically beneath me.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes! Master! Master! Oh yessss! Give it to me! Ah! G-give it to me! Fuck me! Oh master. Master! Oh yes! Masterrrrr!”
I couldn’t hold out. As Dolly cried out with her orgasm I thrust into her a final time, my own came right behind hers. I groaned in delight, plunging into her, quivering with the ecstasy of that final climax. I slowed atop her, drawing it out as the aftershocks rocked her. Finally she slumped on the bed, panting hard and fast, her pale face flushed with pleasure and her eyes lidded with delight.
“Liked that?” I asked her.
“Soooo much,” Dolly moaned. She gave me a lazy smile, tilting her head coyly. “Mmm. Ya know, Victor? I think the perks might be my favourite part of this job.”
“I do love to keep my minions happy,” I said.
“Mission fucking accomplished,” Dolly cooed, reaching up and wrapping her arms around my neck once more.
“I really should get after the Mind,” I noted.
“Yeah. You should,” Dolly said, leaning up and kissing me.
Ah well. He wasn’t going anywhere.
And for the next few hours, neither was I…