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The Steamy Sleepy Sauna Situation

Since the defeat of the insidious villain known as The Confectioner, a period of calm had descended over Crescent City. Of course, nature abhors a vacuum and it was therefore only a matter of time before a new supervillain moved into the neighbourhood. Unfortunately for the good people of Crescent City, where before, one evil genius had held sway, now a nefarious triplet of wrongdoers sought to make the city their own.

* * *

Chandra Singh was a slender Asian woman, who worked tirelessly to bring the guilty to justice. As an investigative reporter, she used both her keen mind and her vitriolic prose in equal measure. Her most recent scoop had tarnished the reputation of many of Crescent City’s richest and most corrupt citizens. More than a few had ended up serving prison sentences, despite the efforts of ‘the best lawyers money could buy’.

It came as no surprise to the villain, whose ‘nom de guerre’ was The Anaesthetist, when he was contacted through several back channels and offered a truly obscene amount of money to make the pretty journalist ‘disappear’. He had no interest in which of the many possible culprits might have placed the contract. The amount of money on offer, and the fact that he could easily make half as much again by selling the troublesome reporter to some friends in the Far East, effectively bought his disinterest.

It wasn’t difficult to trace Ms. Singh, despite her best attempts to remain anonymous. The paper trail led the villain inexorably to her and, indeed, to the small private health club where she spent most of her free time. Although she was a cautious woman, who had survived the cutthroat world of investigative journalism, she was, of course, no match for the supervillain’s evil genius.

Two days after the job-offer, The Anaesthetist approached the select club. It was late at night and, had anyone been looking, they wouldn’t have given even a second glance to the worker in his faded overalls. The villain paused slightly, adjusting the controls on a small box. Then, satisfied that any local surveillance cameras were no longer going to trouble him, he moved with practiced ease to the service entrance. The non-descript door was hidden from the street, down a set of worn concrete steps.

In a matter of moments, the alarm system had been defeated and the lock picked. Effortlessly the villain slipped inside, an evil smile playing on his thin lips. Precisely one hour later, he re-emerged. His work completed, he quickly locked the door, reset the alarm and made his way back to his waiting van. No one would have an inkling that anything untoward had occurred. But a certain young reporter was about to get the rudest of surprises. The Anaesthetist laughed quietly to himself, imagining what would happen next, and then climbed back into his vehicle.

* * *

Chandra always started her day with the same routine; she rose early, and immediately headed to her club. She’d swim a few laps and then spend 15 minutes in the sauna. After that, she’d grab a juice and a coffee, leaving her set up nicely for whatever the day might hold.

Unfortunately, no amount of caffeine would be enough to prepare her for the events of this particular day.

She liked to arrive at the club early, that way she could luxuriate in private. The streets were almost empty when she reached the member’s entrance. She didn’t pay any attention to the white panel van, which was parked almost opposite.

* * *

But, inside the van, The Anaesthetist paid great attention to his quarry. A wall of monitors revealed the inside of the health club, and he traced her journey towards the changing room.

As soon as the young woman had used her keycard and was ‘safely’ inside, the villain entered a short code on his keypad, effectively sealing the building. No one would be able to gain access now; in the unlikely event that anyone chose such an early hour to use the facilities. Now they were free from outside interference, The Anaesthetist sat back and enjoyed the spectacle, as Chandra began to change into her swimsuit.

Oblivious to the fact that she was giving a private show, the young woman peeled off her clothing, revealing taut, olive flesh. Unselfconsciously, she bound her long, dark hair into a ponytail, which reached almost to her buttocks. Then she climbed into a one-piece swimsuit, the gold material contrasting against her skin. Once dressed, she placed her belongings into a locker, and clipped the key to her costume.

The Anaesthetist checked the recordings of his pretty target, he was sure that his buyer would be interested in the complete tape. Then, he entered another code into his computer. This caused the small canister that he had hidden inside Chandra’s locker to activate. In moments, the entire contents had been dissolved into nothing. No evidence would remain that she had ever been there.

He watched the monitors long enough to confirm that she was entering the pool, and then the villain stepped out of his van. He walked cautiously back to the service entrance. Then, after quickly checking that no one else was in sight, he slipped through the door and locked it behind him. Pulling out a small monitor, he noted that Chandra was about halfway through her swim. That left him plenty of time to get to where he needed to be.

* * *

Five minutes later, Chandra was heading towards the sauna. She had towelled herself off briefly after she left the pool, having once been admonished for leaving wet footprints throughout the select spa. The sauna had already been prepared, and Chandra mouthed a silent “thank you” to whoever had done so. Avoiding ten minutes of just sitting around was an unexpected blessing. Of course, had she known who her mysterious benefactor was, she might have thought twice before entering the room.

* * *

The Anaesthetist watched happily as Ms. Singh hung up her towel and stepped into the sauna. The door closed silently behind her, its lock sealing as the villain tapped an icon on his monitor. The trap was now primed and his victim had obligingly stepped inside. She could not know it of course, but from the moment that door closed, she was his.

* * *

Chandra carefully ladled two scoops of water onto the hot coals. Obligingly, steam billowed, momentarily obscuring her vision. With an audible sigh, she sat herself down on the wooden bench, closed her eyes and let the stress flow out of her. The heat was wonderful, not stifling but gentle. Already there was a thin sheen of perspiration coating her limbs. Not for the first time, she considered removing her swimsuit, but once again dismissed the idea. There were no locks on the door, and she didn’t want anyone barging in to find her naked.

* * *

Despite the steam, the picture on the villain’s monitor was crystal clear, courtesy of technology he didn’t quite understand. Smiling at her relaxed expression and contented sigh, The Anaesthetist almost lovingly tapped another icon. A second small canister burst silently, its contents lost amid the steam.

“Rest easy my dear,” whispered the villain as he watched avidly.

The thin vapour was subtle in its effects. It came on so slowly that Chandra wouldn’t really notice what was happening. She breathed it in and at the same time it entered through her pores. Once he was sure she had received a full dose, the villain tapped another icon.

“Let me help you out of those wet things,” he hissed.

* * *

The drowsy reporter was suddenly aware of a soft pop almost directly overhead. She tried to look up, but to her consternation discovered that her muscles seemed to have turned to jelly. She was so relaxed; it almost felt as though she were melting. Her thoughts seemed as hard to control as her body, everything was so weak and sluggish. Then abruptly, she felt a cool dampness falling onto her, like drizzle.

The final canister, hidden against a light fitting, had exploded, dropping a fine rain of chemicals onto Chandra. The instant it touched her swimsuit, a reaction took place. The material began to rot, melting away but leaving her skin untouched. The effect lasted for only seconds, but it was enough. The flimsy costume was gone, leaving her naked and utterly helpless.

Chandra didn’t know what was happening to her. It was like a nightmare, but somehow she couldn’t acknowledge the terror of her situation. It was as if her feelings had been blunted. Futilely she tried to move again, but her body betrayed her, drugged as it was into submission. Another sound drew her attention, and dimly she realised that someone had opened the door.

Emotions conflicted within her, damped by the drugs coursing through her veins. Her greatest fear was about to come true. But, the horror of being discovered nude, warred with the feeling of relief that someone was coming to rescue her from whatever was happening.

* * *

The Anaesthetist stood at the threshold, enjoying the spectacle. Chandra sat, slumped on the wooden bench. Muscles twitched as she tried to raise her head, but it was obvious that she was fighting a losing battle. Every moment she sat in the steam, more of the drug was being absorbed into her body. The Anaesthetist was immune, of course; he merely waited long enough for the material-rotting chemical to oxidise before entering the small room.

“Here my dear,” he said in an amused voice, “Let me help you slip into something more comfortable.”

* * *

Chandra blinked slowly. It was such an effort to open her eyes again, but she knew that she must fight to stay awake. She realised that whoever this intruder was, they didn’t seem the least bit concerned at her predicament. She felt a strong hand gently take hold of her chin, and lift her head. Her vision blurred, both from the drug and the steam. But she could see a tall man dressed in theatre greens, and wearing a surgical mask. Was she ill? Had this person come to help her?

She was startled out of her reverie by a sharp click. The strange man had expertly flicked something about her throat. It snapped shut, and had she been able to see, she would have noticed a thin wisp of smoke rise from the clasp as it locked irrevocably in place. Chandra now wore a thin plastic collar, clear but studded with numerous coloured lights.

“There,” said the Anaesthetist, “isn’t that much more comfortable?”

Chandra looked up at the villain, her head still held, as she tried to speak, to demand to know what was happening.

“Whuuuuu,” was all that the girl could manage, her mouth and tongue seemed as weak as the rest of her body.

“Oh, how silly of me,” said the villain with mock concern.

She could see the man was holding some sort of device in his hand. He touched a control, and immediately the series of green lights in her collar began to pulse in sequence. A soft groan escaped her lips as a new drug was injected. Suddenly Chandra felt really good, her worries seemed to evaporate and to all intents and purposes she stopped thinking.

“Ah yes,” said the Anaesthetist as he watched his captive’s eyes glaze over, “Isn’t that so much more comfortable, my beauty?”

* * *

A little later, a man dressed in a drab overall wheeled a trolley filled with towels back to the laundry truck. No one spared him a second glance, and even if they had, no one would have suspected that a famous reporter might be buried under the laundry. The villain had chosen to bind Chandra’s wrists and ankles with shackles made from a similar plastic to that of the collar she wore. He had also taken the liberty of gagging her with a small, golden rubber ball.

Although she was chemically restrained, both by the residual effects of her special sauna and the steady green pulse of her collar, The Anaesthetist liked to keep his victims bound and gagged. There was something about the aesthetic that pleased him greatly. He would justify it perhaps by noting that one should never be too careful, but the simple matter was that he liked his women both drugged and tied helplessly. Not many people have a job, which is also their hobby, and the villain truly loved his work.

Once he had deposited Chandra in the back of his van, now cunningly disguised as a laundry truck, the villain entered a final code into his computer. Moments later, all evidence of his tampering had been removed from the select club’s computer system. He drove slowly away, smiling happily and wondering idly if his two minions had enjoyed their appointed tasks nearly as much as he had enjoyed his own.

To be continued…

The Tangled Tether Trap

While The Anaesthetist had been busy capturing Chandra Singh, the supervillainess known as The Gadgeteer had been working on her own task. She was a petite redhead who still wore glasses, despite the fact that she could easily have invented something to permanently correct her vision. The Gadgeteer was the source of most of the wonderful toys that the villains used. She would have been greatly annoyed at the term minion. But, she would have been even more dismayed had she realised the fate that The Anaesthetist had in store for her, once her usefulness came to an end.

The villainess habitually wore a form-fitting green leotard fashioned out of a unique, almost indestructible material, and she was almost never without her bandolier of gadgets. Although she was capable of creating almost anything, given enough time, her years of association with The Anaesthetist had lent a certain ‘sleepy’ quality to most of her designs. She enjoyed the fringe benefits of her work, although this was tempered somewhat by her fear of failing the villain who was, at least for the moment, her boss.

The Gadgeteer shuddered slightly as she recalled her last punishment. Her overconfidence had allowed a superheroine to escape their clutches. Although they had escaped the heroine’s retribution, she had spent a whole week trapped helpless inside one of her own storage cylinders. Too drugged to even think of using her security override (something she was fairly certain The Anaesthetist was unaware of), she could only wait until he finally released her. She was glad that he valued her skills more that the price he might get for her body.

Dismissing such thoughts, the villainess forced herself to calm down, and concentrate on the task at hand. Peering through the telescopic sight, she centred the crosshairs on the nape of the security guard’s neck. The Gadgeteer inhaled and slowly blew out her breath. Then, she gently squeezed the trigger. Her weapon discharged with a moist “phfft”, sending a tiny needle streaking out. The projectile whined through the air, trailing a nanofilament cable behind it.

* * *

Stephanie Roberts was just finishing her patrol of the grounds. She found herself wondering if this in fact was, potentially the most boring job she had ever taken. Then, suddenly her day got a whole lot more exciting. Stephanie was a statuesque blonde with an obvious wiry strength. She had only been working for Castle Chemicals for about two weeks, and had no real idea what it was they did at the research centre. Physical security was light, although from a purely technical perspective, it was very impressive. However, she was the only human guard who remained onsite overnight.

* * *

The villainess watched as the projectile flew towards its target. She made a few minor corrections to its course and smiled slightly as it struck home, directly on target.

* * *

Stephanie didn’t register the impact; the needle was simply too fine for that. What she did register was the sudden flush of heat, which washed over her body, as the needle interfaced with her spinal cord. Naturally she didn’t realise what was actually happening to her, but the effects became all too apparent when she tried to move.

* * *

The Gadgeteer watched in amusement, trying to imagine what must have been going through the security guard’s mind. Moving carefully and with almost painful slowness, the villainess plugged the trailing cable into her PDA. She knew that, by now, all of the guard’s voluntary muscles were paralysed. There was only a limited period of time before the needle ran out of power, but until then Stephanie was effectively hers to do with as she wished!

* * *

Stephanie fought to do something, anything, but found her body no longer obeyed even her most simple urgings. Then, without warning, she was walking with a purpose. She strode towards a small hedge and stooped to pick up a canvas satchel.

* * *

The Gadgeteer watched from concealment as her puppet recovered the toys, which she had planted earlier. Using the PDA she watched through Stephanie’s eyes, and sent her into the building that only moments before she had been guarding.

The villainess knew exactly where she needed to go, and wasted no time guiding the subjugated guard towards the laboratories. She kept to the stairs, knowing that the lift shafts would compromise the control cable. A tiny counter on the side of the PDA indicated how long remained before the laminar battery was drained, and The Gadgeteer silent urged her pawn to move more quickly.

* * *

Stephanie found herself approaching a part of the building she had always avoided. Trapped in her own body, she was somewhat surprised that none of the many security devices appeared to respond to her presence. Suddenly she understood why she was being used, if not how. She belonged here and therefore she could totally evade the technological defences. In fact, the only thing here that would have been able to stop someone like her from trespassing was Stephanie herself.

As this realisation dawned, the guard found herself at a large steel door, which was covered in biohazard symbols. Her hands delved into the satchel and removed a small silver ball and a flat metal disc. She didn’t recognise either item, and Stephanie could only watch in confusion as she placed the disc against the door’s numeric keypad. Coloured lights flickered on the surface of the disc, while Stephanie depressed a small button on one side of the sphere.

With a hiss, the steel doors opened abruptly, the disc having hacked the entry codes. Inside, a youngish, blonde woman looked up, startled. Stephanie wanted to shout a warning, instantly recognising her erstwhile employer, Natasha Castle. But, instead she found herself tossing the sphere into the room and ducking back outside.

* * *

The Gadgeteer recognised her target as soon as her face appeared on the PDA screen. But she had to force herself to wait until the gas had dissipated before moving her puppet back into the room.

* * *

Stephanie heard the loud pop and then a soft cry, which almost immediately turned into a full throated groan. Her confusion was shorted lived, however, and suddenly she was moving again, jogging into the laboratory through a thin mist of pink vapour. On the floor, in the centre of the room, lay Dr Castle. There was a look of dreamy pleasure on her face, and the slow rise and fall of her chest was the only evidence that she was still alive.

The guard bent, and effortlessly scooped the small woman up in her arms, before slinging her over one shoulder. With embarrassed shock, Stephanie realised that the young scientist’s trousers were soaked with dampness. What the hell had been in that gas, and what kind of affect might it be having on her?

* * *

Of course, The Gadgeteer had no time to waste, and as soon as her target was secure, Stephanie found herself sprinting back the way she had come.

The villainess drove her puppet as fast as she was able. One eye watched the seconds tick by, while the other monitored Stephanie’s progress.

* * *

Finally, the guard reached the front entrance and staggered out into the grounds. There, she came to a sudden halt, before gently lowering her burden onto the soft grass.

Immediately she reached inside the satchel and pulled out two rubber masks, each with a small gas cylinder attached. Carefully, Stephanie pushed the first mask over Dr Castle’s mouth and nose. Then she fastened the straps behind the young scientist’s head.

The Gadgeteer checked the timer and quickly commanded her puppet to don her own mask. Stephanie fought mightily, but it was futile. The infernal device had her completely under its control. Almost as soon as she had secured the mask to her face, she became aware of a soft hissing sound. The next moment she had once again lifted the doctor and was heading towards the perimeter fence.

By the time the security guard had carried her unresisting burden through the hole in the fence, she was feeling particularly woozy. Her head spun and her limbs felt leaden. But despite that, still she continued her relentless progress. It was only when she reached the waiting van that her pace slowed. Ducking, the young woman stepped through the open side door, and deposited Dr Castle on a small cot bed. Then, ever so slowly, she lowered herself to the van floor.

Stephanie was dimly aware that the strange heat, which had been suffusing her body had finally vanished. She groaned, and in that instant she knew that she was free from whatever had been controlling her.

“I just need to reach up and pull off this mask…” she thought.

She tried to move, to snatch the foul mask off her face and free herself from whatever drug she was being exposed to. But in the end, she was just too exhausted and too spent. Her arms quivered slightly, just the barest twitch, and then the desperate guard sunk into a deep relaxing slumber and knew no more.

* * *

The Gadgeteer regarded the two sleeping beauties. Initially her plan had been to leave the security guard behind, and let her take the fall for the crime. After all, she would appear on all the security tapes, kidnapping her employer. But there was something about the tall blonde woman that had made the villainess rethink.

“No,” she decided, “this one, to use the vernacular, was ‘a keeper’.”

She knew that the small sleep masks would keep them unconscious for about eight hours, although in Stephanie’s case perhaps it would be better to assume six. Even when they woke, neither woman would be in any condition to put up much of a fight. However, the small villainess’ interaction with The Anaesthetist had allowed her to appreciate the beauty of a well-bound victim. In short order she had stripped her two captives down to their underwear. She cast an amused glance over the guard’s austere white cotton garments and compared them to the doctor’s more racy green silk body.

Thin plastic bands soon encircled both women’s wrists and ankles. Their tiny electronics were dormant at present, but that could change at a moment’s notice. In order to complete the picture, The Gadgeteer used a simple plastic strip to attach their wrist bindings to those of their ankles. Minutes later both girls were doubly helpless. The gas kept them docile, while their bodies were pulled into strict hogties. One final touch and the villainess was ready to drive her acquisitions back to the hideout. With deft movements, she swiftly collared both sleeping women. The tiny wisp of smoke rising from their clasps showing that they were now locked in place and fully armed.

To be continued…

The Awesome Adhesive Assault

While the Gadgeteer might have been justified in her annoyance at being considered anyone’s minion, the same could not be said for the third member of the villain’s gang. The Adherer was a small-time supervillainess, whose only remarkable feature was her bizarre affinity with glue and all other adhesives. The problem for the young villainess was that she was totally unaware of just how ‘expendable’ her fellow evildoers considered her.

A trim woman of slightly more than average height, The Adherer cut an attractive and curvaceous figure, especially in the improved outfit, which The Gadgeteer had been only too happy to furnish her with. A blonde firebrand, in a tight silver vest with a high collar, miniskirt and boots, she certainly looked the part. But unfortunately, unless she was following someone else’s plan, she had a tendency to favour the ‘rush in and deal with whatever pops up’ school of supervillainy, and as result she frequently got into situations she was ill equipped to deal with.

Her mission was different to those of the other two villains. Rather than kidnapping an individual, she had been tasked with retrieving a specific item. So it was that while The Gadgeteer was preparing to take her shot and The Anaesthetist was arranging for a very special sauna, The Adherer was entering the so-called ‘Black Museum’ of the Crescent City Police Department. A special gadget had allowed her to easily bypass security and, bolstered with confidence, she was heading towards the display cabinets.

The villainess was here to collect a very special artefact. Some time before her arrival in the city, an annoying heroine, with the ridiculous name of Ampere, had defeated the resident supervillain. No one knew what had become of the villain, but the police had raided his laboratory shortly afterwards. Stored in the museum, for the delectation of visitors, were collected some of the evil-genius’ fascinating toys. There was one in particular, which The Anaesthetist wanted recovered. But he had also told The Adherer to pick up anything else that looked ‘interesting’.

The plan of course had been for a stealthy approach, where the villainess avoided anyone who might be in the museum so late at night. Unfortunately, The Adherer enjoyed grandstanding too much to follow that plan. She wanted to use her powers, and would take any opportunity to show off. So, instead of merely evading the two policemen who manned the small security room, she chose instead to incapacitate them, before searching the museum itself.

Sneaking and The Gadgeteer’s technology got her to the security room undetected. Preparing her powers, the villainess threw the door open, and plunged inside. The two men were momentarily stunned by her sudden entrance, and they stood frozen, goggling at the scantly clad villainess for vital seconds. Then, like a paused film suddenly restarting, they leapt into action. Of course, in those scant seconds, The Adherer had not been idle, as soon became clear.

One policeman was already standing. He yelled a challenge, as his hand dropped to his holstered weapon. In that instant, a stream of clear fluid shot from the villainess’ outstretched hand and engulfed his lower arm. As this happened, the second cop was struggling, unsuccessfully, to prise himself out of his chair, to which he suddenly appeared to have been glued. The Adherer laughed gleefully and fired a second bolt, which splashed into the standing man’s chest and hurled him into the wall.

The first policeman was now trapped, stuck fast against the far wall, his hand and gun sealed in rapidly hardening resin. The villainess turned her attention to his seated colleague. He had just succeeded in reaching the emergency alarm button, and now looked up at her with triumph on his face. Sadly the villainess shook her head, before pushing his chair into the corner of the room and gluing him in place with a well-aimed bolt. Wiping her finger across each cop’s lips effectively gagged them both, and once she had exerted the full force of her powers, she was confident that neither would be going anywhere in the near future.

Pulling out another of The Gadgeteer’s toys, she quickly checked to make sure that any alarm signal had been blocked. Everything appeared fine and, whistling happily, the villainess headed onto the museum floor.

* * *

What the tiny monitor couldn’t tell her was that a signal had managed to escape the building, a signal that even The Gadgeteer’s technology couldn’t stop. This signal didn’t head to the nearest police station, but instead alerted Crescent City’s superheroines. With her control of electricity it had been easy for Ampere to install similar codes in all of the City’s major alarm systems.

The heroine patrolling that night was a relatively inexperienced girl known only as Geist. A shy person by nature, her powers enhanced her natural tendency to remain unnoticed. Even electronic devices had a hard time seeing the young woman, and people frequently walked right past her, without even realising. She was average height and could probably been quite attractive if she had made any effort. Her costume consisted of loose grey trousers and a fairly baggy shirt. She had matching gloves, as well as a hood, which further concealed her features. Although not ostentatious, the outfit was comfortable, unobtrusive and allowed her completely free movement. The fact that the material would probably stop, or at least slow, a bullet was merely a bonus.

Moments after Ampere informed her of a suspected break-in at the ‘Black Museum’, Geist was driving in that direction. She shut down the earpiece phone, knowing that, despite her powers, things like that could still be traced. The heroine was slightly concerned, her abilities were not really offensive in nature, but she knew that she would have to do what she could. Given time, Ampere herself would arrive, but Geist would need to make sure that this wasn’t some sort of false alarm, before calling in the ‘big guns’.

* * *

Meanwhile, The Adherer was searching the display cabinets, looking for something that matched the picture displayed on her PDA. After several false starts, she finally found what she was looking for. It was a large cabinet, filled with what looked like brightly coloured sweets. Ignoring the plan again, the villainess smashed her elbow through the thin glass, trusting on The Gadgeteer’s gizmo to silence any alarms. She quickly picked up the three bright green liquorish strands that she was supposed to collect, and dropped them into her satchel. Then she set about looting as many of the other items as she could.

Geist had effortlessly snuck into the museum, taking the same route The Adherer had used. She could hear muffled sounds coming from the security room as she passed, and a quick glance inside confirmed her worst fears. The two policemen were helplessly mired in place, thick blobs of resin holding them fast. Knowing that freeing them would take too long, the heroine reluctantly let the door swing shut. Neither man had even noticed her brief appearance. Once again she cursed the fact that she couldn’t safely use her communicator. Given what had happened to the two men, she could really have used Ampere’s help here.

Gritting her teeth, the heroine walked soundlessly into the museum. She could hear soft noises ahead, as well as the occasional crunch as someone stood on broken glass. Across the museum floor, she could see a silver-clad woman emptying a display case. With a sense of foreboding, she realised that she recognised which case the woman was looting. What on earth did she want with The Confectioner’s twisted toys? Whatever it was, this could not be good, especially considering the state of the two policemen in the security room.

Geist decided that she had two options, firstly she could confront the villainess here and try to discover what she had planned, or secondly she could tail the unsuspecting woman back to her lair. Although the second option seemed the safest, the heroine realised that she would run the risk of losing her quarry, and allowing her to carry out whatever plan she had for the evil artefacts she was stealing.

“No,” thought the heroine, “I have to stop her here and I have to do it now!”

Padding forwards, Geist rapidly closed on the oblivious villainess. The Adherer had just finished emptying the display case and was turning to leave when the superheroine greeted her with a quick punch to the solar plexus. The villainess staggered back, clutching her chest and staring in disbelief at the strange figure that seemed to have appeared from nowhere.

“You’re not going anywhere!” shouted Geist, trying to muster as much confidence as she could.

The villainess sucked in great gulps of air as she tried to catch her breath. “That’s exactly what I was going to say to you sweetie,” she managed.

The heroine prepared to deliver a coup-de-grace to the stunned woman. But, as she tensed, ready to kick, it suddenly became clear that her shoe had somehow adhered to the museum carpet. Shocked, she fought to break free, as the villainess pulled herself shakily to her feet. The Adherer pointed her fist at Geist’s chest and fired a gout of clear glue directly at her.

The heroine fell backwards, kicking free from her shoes and landing flat on her back, as the bolt flew through the space she had occupied only a second before. She kicked herself back onto her feet, performing a slightly shaky ‘kip-up’ manoeuvre. To her horror, there was a loud ripping noise as the back of her costume tore free. The villainess laughed as the pale girl struggled to cover her modesty with what remained of her clothing.

Geist knew that she had miscalculated, her first blow hadn’t knocked out her foe, and in a straight fight she was no match for the sticky supervillainess. Of course, she didn’t need to give her a straight, or even a fair fight and, with that thought, she faded from view. It was not a moment too soon, because the next instant another bolt of glue nearly struck her, despite having been aimed blind. The heroine ducked low, and quickly scuttled behind one of the cabinets. Meanwhile The Adherer was launching bolt after bolt, screaming incoherently.

Eventually it became obvious that she was not hitting anything except air, and with an angry snarl, the villainess headed towards the exit. Geist didn’t dare confront the supervillainess, but she kept pace with her, using the cabinets for additional cover. The Adherer didn’t break stride. She walked quickly to the entrance and into a waiting van. Geist had to rush, and was barely able to reach her own car, and begin to tail the escaping woman. She just managed to catch up with her, only moments before she would have disappeared from sight.

The heroine followed at a discrete distance, contacting Ampere to explain what was happening. Somewhat embarrassed, Geist had to ask her to bring another costume, when they had finally tracked the villainess to her lair. Geist wasn’t entirely surprised when the villainess headed into the industrial district.

Eventually the van came to a halt outside what looked like an abandoned factory of some kind.

To be continued…

The Seductive Stimulating Siren Stone Sedation

Geist watched as The Adherer walked down the long ramp that led into the building. She judged that the villainess was probably far enough away to risk contacting Ampere, and quickly explained the situation to her fellow superheroine. The arrival of another van startled the young woman, and, reflexively, she switched off the communicator. She recognised the laundry van, but couldn’t understand what it was doing so far from its usual routes. Then a figure emerged, carrying a very unconscious and very naked Asian woman, and suddenly it all became clear.

She had not recognised the strange glue-wielding woman with whom she had battled in the museum. But, this man, dressed in surgical garb, was certainly The Anaesthetist. Geist shuddered, pitying the poor woman, who had fallen into his clutches. Whoever she might be, she was in a world of trouble. As the villain carried his captive down the ramp, the young superheroine knew that she had to do something.

Of course, her first order of business was her tattered costume. She gave up on the remnants of her trousers, astonished that they had remained on at all. By tearing them into strips, she was able to fashion a sort of belt. After she had tied this around her waist, the now-backless shirt covered her modesty, at least after a fashion. It was one of the benefits of being invisible, she thought, that no-one would be able to see her sneaking around half-naked.

Geist knew that Ampere’s instruction would be to do nothing until she arrived. But, the idea of leaving this woman to the mercies of The Anaesthetist wasn’t something she could tolerate. Especially now he was armed with The Confectioner’s toys. Ignoring the nagging sense of unease, the young heroine concentrated on her powers. Then, she slipped quietly out of her car, and began to move cautiously towards what she assumed was the villain’s lair.

Without realising, the stealthy heroine slipped effortlessly past the myriad of sensors, which The Gadgeteer used to defend the base. Geist’s powers caused the electronics to ignore her, or interpret her passage as some sort of ‘glitch’. Unfortunately for the plucky heroine, however, The Anaesthetist had not been satisfied with merely relying on technological defences. What might be considered as ‘overkill’ by some, the villain saw as ‘forward planning’.

* * *

Meanwhile, after Geist had suddenly broken contact with her, Ampere was driving as fast as possible. Using her powers to thwart police speed cameras was not difficult, but it did make her feel slightly guilty. She was supposed to uphold the law, not to flaunt it. The heroine had to remind herself that her partner might be in terrible danger. There was no telling what might happen if she arrived too late.

* * *

Geist stepped into a long corridor that sloped gently downward. She had no way of realising that this ‘entrance’ was, in fact, a trap that had been specifically designed to deal with noisy visitors. Just inside the passage, there was a small concealed doorway. It was built into the wall, and led through into the villain’s lair proper. At the far end of the passage lay one of The Anaesthetist’s non-technological defences, and it was toward this that the young heroine was creeping.

She didn’t notice the effects at first, partly because they were subtle, and partly because she was so focussed on what she was doing. However, by the time she had reached the half way mark, she began to realise that something very strange was happening. Since entering the lair, the young woman had been feeling pretty good. She had put it down to the excitement of the moment. But now, that excitement had begun to take on a more erotic tone.

* * *

The Anaesthetist had come across the large gem known as ‘The Siren Stone’ while travelling in the Middle East. The Gadgeteer had said something about ‘sympathetic resonance’ and ‘harmonic frequencies’, but in his heart the villain knew that the jewel’s powers were magical. The energies which emanated from the stone could be blocked, the box in which it had been sealed was fashioned from some strange dense metal. But, when exposed to it unshielded, it had the most remarkable effect; especially it turned out, if you happened to be a woman.

* * *

Geist felt as if her entire body had come alive. The way what little was left of her clothing rubbed against her as she moved, made her gasp. This wasn’t right, she knew, something must be affecting her. Steeling herself, the heroine tried to concentrate on anything except what she was feeling. She knew that she had a mission; there was an innocent woman whom she had to rescue. Clinging to that simple thought, she began to slowly move forward again.

Step by step, fighting to control the rising ardour, Geist crept down the corridor. But as she moved, it became increasingly difficult to stop erotic thoughts from intruding. She knew that she had to save the Asian woman she had seen before. But, when she thought about that, she could only imagine the woman’s nakedness, and the way the sweat had glistened on her helpless body.

The girl shook her head, trying to clear away the visions. It was getting too much, she realised. The end of the corridor was nearly ten paces away, after which it opened into a small chamber. But Geist was struggling, barely able to keep her mind focussed. In fact, she was barely able to concentrate enough to use her powers. Reluctantly, she realised that, even if she reached the chamber, she would be in no fit state to help the victim she had come to rescue.

She tried to turn, but discovered to her horror, that merely staying in place was becoming difficult. She was so hot now, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. It was as if she hovered on the brink of release. Going back now was almost unthinkable. She tried a calming exercise, but intrusive thoughts kept popping into her mind, pushing away the simple mantras. Abruptly, she realised that one hand had descended, seemingly of its own volition, and was even now pushing past the waistband of her panties. Horrified, she snatched her hand away. What was happening to her?

Of course, there were only so many things even a heroine could concentrate on at once. The moment she let her attention wander, Geist had taken another step forward, which increased the sensations yet again. Desperate now, the young woman realised that she needed all her focus, if she was going to break free from the insidious effects of whatever had her snared. All she would concentrate on, was moving away, getting back up the corridor.

Geist let her powers fade, instantly becoming visible, both to mundane and technological sensors. Unchecked, one hand dove to her dripping, needy slit, while the other rubbed viciously over her breasts. The heroine gasped out loud as these new sensations assaulted her. She felt her knees begin to buckle, and to her horror, she took another faltering step forwards. She had dropped her guard now, and her own body rebelled against her, revelling in the feelings and driving her closer to the now inevitable climax.

* * *

Elsewhere in the complex, Geist’s sudden appearance had not gone unnoticed. The Gadgeteer watched in rapt fascination as the heroine slowly stumbled towards the Stone’s chamber. The villainess could remember her brief exposure to ‘The Siren Stone’. Even partially shielded it had almost been too much for her. She could only imagine what the heroine was experiencing. What she did know was that this intruder, whoever she might be, was about to become their prisoner.

* * *

Geist had slumped to the ground at some point. By now she wasn’t fighting the feelings that cascaded through her mind and body at all. Reluctantly she used one arm to pull herself forward, closer to her goal. All the while she continued to pleasure herself. At some point she knew she had orgasmed, and yet still the pleasure grew. Her all-consuming need was to get into the chamber ahead. Nothing else seemed to matter any longer.

To be continued…

The Wickedly Webbed Wraith Wrapping

The Gadgeteer was startled from her reverie, when a soft male voice whispered in her ear.

“There will be plenty of time to admire our new acquisition later. I suggest that you go outside and see how our visitor arrived, and whether she has any more friends coming”

The young villainess blushed, and biting back the retorts that sprung to mind, she punched several buttons on her control console. Then she jumped to her feet and hastened out of the room. She could not believe that The Anaesthetist had managed to sneak up on her undetected. She had been supremely confident that one of her gadgets would have alerted her. Chiding herself for once again underestimating her ‘boss’, she set her mind to the task at hand.

* * *

The Anaesthetist watched with wry amusement as The Gadgeteer left. He gazed with undisguised interest at her retreating backside. She was certainly an asset to his plans at present, but he did so relish the thought of capturing the proud woman and demonstrating some of his very own toys on her helpless and anaesthetised body.

Shaking his head sadly, the supervillain banished such thoughts from his mind. He had a more pressing problem to deal with. Obviously this new visitor had special abilities. She was, after all, able to get past a variety of defences and had seemingly appeared from nowhere in his trapped corridor.

The obvious conclusion was that she had followed one of them back to the lair. The possibility of a heroine stumbling onto him by chance was just too unlikely. The villain was certain that he had not been followed or observed. Likewise, he felt sure that The Gadgeteer would not have been trailed so easily. That only left one other member of his team who could have ‘slipped up’.

The Anaesthetist had long ago decided that The Adherer would be more useful to him as a ‘product’ rather than for her superpowers. She was impulsive and tended to be brashly overconfident, two characteristics which made her a liability in the villain’s eyes. The latest mistake was merely one of a catalogue of disasters, and today the villain had come to the end of his patience.

* * *

Geist wasn’t really thinking anymore. She had even given up trying to drag herself towards the open chamber. Both her hands busied themselves deep in the wet cleft between her legs, and her orgasms ran together in one glorious flood of pleasure.

The Gadgeteer had entered a series of commands before leaving the lair. At her request, one of her small semi-autonomous robots, left its recharging pod and made its way to where the heroine had appeared. Shaped like a cross between a crab and a spider, the machine moved rapidly on nimble metal legs. The villainess called her creation ‘capture bot mark 1’ but her colleagues felt that ‘spiderbot’ summed it up more succinctly.

The spiderbot scuttled towards the helpless heroine, and extruded a fine ceramic needle from between its mandibles. A single drop of brilliant blue liquid formed at the tip. Then, with surprising speed, the spiderbot leapt nimbly onto Geist’s body, before plunging the needle into her pert backside.

It was a testament to the seductive power of the ‘Siren Stone’ that Geist hardly registered this assault. She just kept pleasuring herself, riding the tide of arousal from one orgasm to another. The venom acted quickly, making Geist’s hands become clumsy, slow and heavy. An overwhelming lethargy grasped her, and in her already weakened state, the young superheroine was unable to fight it. Moments later, she slumped, her body relaxing totally.

The spiderbot opened its mandibles and sprayed several gouts of clear fluid over the unconscious woman’s legs. The liquid hardened almost immediately into thin strands of webbing. Then, ponderously, but displaying incredible strength for such a small machine, the robot began to drag the unresisting heroine into the lair.

* * *

Almost as soon as she got outside, The Gadgeteer discovered Geist’s car. The villainess could find no sign that they had any other ‘visitors’. But it seemed a safe bet that the lone heroine would have contacted someone, before so foolishly entering their hideout. She spent some time seeding the area with more sensors, thereby expanding the range of surveillance.

Almost as an afterthought, she ‘gimmicked’ open the car door, using one of her many toys, and then carefully tossed a small grenade inside. She managed to slam the door shut, before the grenade exploded with a soft ‘pop’, filling the inside of the car with a fine silvery mist. The glittering dust gradually settled, and was absorbed into whatever surface it landed upon.

She smiled at the thought of how she had turned the simple car into a complex trap. Then, satisfied that she had done all that was necessary, the villainess headed back to the lair, being careful to check that she was not being observed.

* * *

The exotic, silver motorcycle rolled to halt, its engine purring so softly that it was almost inaudible. Despite her headlong rush, Ampere was still precious minutes too late. She could not realise it, but the heroine arrived only moments after The Gadgeteer had re-entered the lair.

To be continued…

The Treacherous Technological Trap

The Adherer was feeling disgustingly pleased with herself. Not only had she completed her mission easily, she had also frightened off the small woman who’d had the audacity to try to stop her. The young villainess didn’t understand these ‘do-gooding’ heroines. If you had powers beyond those of mortal woman, why wouldn’t you use them for self-aggrandisement?

That train of thought was broken abruptly, as The Anaesthetist walked into the room. The villainess was literally terrified of her boss. After all, he had made it perfectly clear that he only tolerated her presence while she was useful to him. Thinking quickly, she decided not to mention the strange heroine who had tried to interfere with her robbery.

“How did the mission go?” Whispered the supervillain.

The Adherer didn’t notice the ice in his tone, and happily waved her hand over her plunder.

“I got everything that they had. Not a problem boss,” she declared.

The Anaesthetist looked at her carefully, and then pulled out a small remote control. He smiled slightly as his minion winced when she saw the small device. Then he pointed it at the wall and pressed a single button.

The villainess sighed in relief, not having expected something so mundane. It took her a few moments to interpret the picture that flashed into life on a hidden screen.

“Does she look familiar in any way?” Asked The Anaesthetist coldly.

The Adherer tried to think of something to say. Mute, she just slowly shook her head. There on the screen, her remaining clothing in pretty disarray, was the heroine she had briefly battled in the police museum. The woman was obviously unconscious, and the villainess watched as her unresisting body was unceremoniously dragged along a narrow corridor.

“No?” Queried the villain. “Then perhaps you could explain how her torn clothing has traces of glue spattered all over it?”

The young woman struggled to think of some excuse. She muttered something about how it was alright, what with her being captured and all. She tried to explain that she had planned to tell him what had happened, and how it wasn’t really her fault that the sneaky heroine had found their lair. But all her excuses fell upon deaf ears.

In fact, the villainess was so concerned with her explanation, she didn’t notice as The Anaesthetist entered another more complex code into his remote. Eventually she ran out of excuses, and she again looked up at her boss, hoping that he would give her one last chance.

“Well, thank you for collecting these items for me my dear,” the villain said kindly, “and don’t worry, there is still a role for you in this organisation, despite your failures”.

Unconsciously, The Adherer relaxed. She smiled, relieved that she had somehow managed to convince him of her worth. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand how she had managed it. But at the moment that wasn’t her concern. Although, the more she thought about it, the less it seemed to make sense.

* * *

The villain watched in wry amusement as the girl swayed slightly. Her lips moved slowly as if she was trying to understand some great secret.

“I’d imagine that you’re finding it quite difficult to focus about now,” he suggested. “Finding your thoughts just going around and around, not getting anywhere?”

The Anaesthetist laughed as she blinked stupidly, her eyes blank and glassy now. Once again, the villain raised his remote control before keying another series of commands.

By now the villainess was almost entirely unaware of her surroundings. She did not react in the slightest as her clothing appeared to suddenly dissolve into nothing. The woman had not realised that the ‘improvements’ which The Gadgeteer had made to her costume, included one of her special restraint collars. Now it was active, flooding her bloodstream with a powerful mixture of drugs.

A thin wisp of smoke drifted from the collar’s fastener, a clear indication that it was firmly locked in place. One final command, and almost magically, thin plastic cuffs appeared around the drugged woman’s wrists and ankles.

Although seemingly supernatural, the bonds had in fact been formed from the same material of which The Adherer’s costume had been made. Tiny nano-machines (or nanites) had been released from her collar, when it was activated. First they had disassembled her attire, denuding the helpless woman. Using these raw materials it was then a simple job to build the restraints.

“Yes,” said the villain, “There is a role for you in this organisation. I believe the term is guinea pig. The Gadgeteer has a new toy she wants to test out, and I think you would make an ideal subject. I trust you don’t object?”

Not waiting for any reply, the villain gently guided his former minion onto a low couch. She didn’t resist as he laid her down, and proceeded to press her ankle cuffs together, locking them with a soft click. Rolling her onto her stomach, and pausing briefly to admire her small, rounded buttocks, he crossed her wrists together behind her back. Again there a soft click as the cuffs sealed together.

The Anaesthetist rolled her back over, and softly stroked one finger down the helpless woman’s throat. It traced a line between her small breasts and down over her stomach, finally stopping at the top of her pubic mound. Her body responded, arching slightly at his touch, and a low moan escaped her slack lips.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered to her, “you will find your new role most pleasurable, and I am sure you will prove to be far more adept at this than you could have ever hoped to have been as a supervillainess.”

Then, he turned at left the drugged and bound woman lying helpless on the couch. She certainly wasn’t going anywhere, and there was at least one superheroine to deal with, if not more. The Anaesthetist smiled evilly under his mask, this was shaping up to be a very stimulating day indeed.

To be continued…

The Evil Entangling Electronic Emissary

As she cautiously approached the seemingly abandoned factory, Ampere easily spotted the network of sensors that surrounded the villain’s lair. Although they were almost invisible to the human eye, each device radiated energy, which shone brightly in the heroine’s goggles. By carefully exercising her powers of cybermancy, she was able to subvert each device, effectively blinding them. But, she worked delicately enough that their controller wouldn’t be aware that anything was out of the ordinary.

In the past, Ampere would simply have destroyed the sensors, but of course this would have merely alerted the villains to her presence. She had been caught and held captive by The Confectioner, on two separate occasions. Both times her capture had been a direct result of her lack of foresight. Barely escaping a ‘fate worse than death’ had been a powerful motivation for the young woman to learn subtlety.

After that, it did not take long for her to find Geist’s car. Silently she chided the inexperienced heroine for leaving it in plain sight. She was desperately worried for her young friend, and that worry spilled into anger. Where had she gone? Could she have been so foolish as to follow the unknown villainess inside, without waiting for backup?

Ampere paused, something about the car wasn’t right. Firstly, she could see that it had been left unlocked, and that was not like Geist at all. Secondly, when she looked inside the car, her goggle showed some kind of haze filling the small vehicle. Ampere had never seen anything like it before, there was definitely some form of electrical activity, but it was unfamiliar to her.

Having researched diligently, she knew that the structure of Geist’s car formed a Faraday Cage. She had been trapped inside such a cage in the past, and was well aware that her electrical powers would not be able to reach through it. Silently, the heroine hoped that the same rules held true for the thing which lurked inside.

What on earth had happened to Geist? The heroine briefly weighed up her options. She could leave the car, hoping that it didn’t contain any clues as to where Geist had gone. Or she could look inside; braving whatever was in there. Steeling herself, Ampere reached out, pulling gently on the door handle.

* * *

At that moment, The Gadgeteer was checking the internal security systems. She was happy to see her two ‘colleagues’ occupied. The Adherer lay bound and drugged, while The Anaesthetist ‘welcomed’ their uninvited guest into her new accommodation. Once she was sure that neither would be bothering her in the near future, she began to unpack her new ‘pet’ security guard.

The villainess had not been supposed to bring two captives back from her kidnapping. But the tall blonde woman had been too exciting a catch to pass up on. She knew that her boss would be upset that she had deviated from the plan and, a quick glance at The Adherer, glassy eyed and now drooling, was a clear reminder of what happened to people who upset the villain.

Moving quickly, she removed Stephanie’s sleep mask. Then, gently prising the sleeping girl’s jaw open, she forced a small red rubber ball behind her teeth. Moments later she had buckled the leather strap behind her neck, securing the gag in place. Next she used a small blade first to sever the plastic strip, which held Stephanie hogtied, and then to cut apart her drab white bra and knickers. This left the security guard naked, gagged and bound.

Stephanie began to stir, and The Gadgeteer marvelled at the girl’s resilience. Still, it was far too early for her captive to regain her senses, but, just to be on the safe side, the villainess rapidly entered a command into her own remote control. Stephanie’s struggles instantly ceased, her collar having instilled a potent cocktail of muscle relaxants, aphrodisiacs and sedatives into her bloodstream.

With some difficulty, The Gadgeteer managed to carry and drag her captive over to a small chest in the corner of the lab. It opened silently, revealing a cushioned interior. The villainess heaved Stephanie’s unresisting body into the small prison, knowing that the collar would keep her helpless until she had more time to play with her properly.

As the chest automatically closed, sealing Stephanie inside, The Gadgeteer swept the laboratory clear of the discarded underwear, removing all evidence that the security guard had ever been there. The villainess breathed a sigh of relief, but she couldn’t get rid of the feeling that if she was not very careful, The Anaesthetist would deal with her much as he had dealt with The Adherer.

* * *

The Anaesthetist was at that moment casting his expert gaze over Geist’s unconscious form. With practiced movements he quickly stripped the fallen heroine of what little remained of her clothing. He did not recognise the young woman, but that hardly concerned him. She was obviously some sort of superheroine, and quite attractive too despite her frumpy attire.

It would have been all too easy for the villain to lock yet another of The Gadgeteer’s ‘captive collars’ around Geist’s pretty throat. But, his twisted sense of ‘honour’ meant that he would give the slumbering woman one final chance to regain her freedom. After all, he mused to himself, it wasn’t as if she would be able to stay away from his schemes for long. Of course, despite this so-called ‘honour’ there was no reason why the supervillain should play fair with his pretty prisoner.

Smiling to himself, imagining another heroine’s fall, The Anaesthetist gently placed a small sleepmask over Geist’s face. He carefully adjusted the straps behind her head, and smoothed the mask into place. Then, once he was satisfied it was secure, he activated the small cylinder and let a small trickle of the powerful sedative fill his captive’s lungs.

Sure now that she would be unable to wake from her slumber, the villain bent to Geist’s ankles. He carefully scooped up the long strands of sticky webbing, being careful not to get stuck himself. In moments he had secured the young woman in a stringent hogtie. The webbing coiled up her legs, binding them together, and then securing her wrists together just above her shapely buttocks.

He patted the helpless heroine on the backside and silently promised to return later and show her some of the other ‘toys’ in his arsenal. Then, laughing quietly to himself, the villain left her, oblivious to what was occurring, and with no idea of the peril that she faced.

* * *

Elsewhere, Ampere jerked the car door open. For an instant nothing happened. The young heroine scanned the interior of Geist’s car, looking for something that might explain the strange patterns she had seen before. Then, without warning, something lashed out towards her with inhuman speed.

The heroine panicked, back-pedalling, as she fired an unaimed bolt of electricity. Her attack struck one of two thin tendrils, instantly vaporising it. But, the second continued unimpeded, and wrapped itself firmly around Ampere’s right wrist. Gasping, the superheroine struggled to break loose, shocked by the strength of slender tentacle.

She almost didn’t notice the second attack, but luck was with the plucky heroine. Tugging hard, in an attempt to free herself from the tightening snare, Ampere’s head snapped back, just as another four tendrils launched themselves towards her. In that split second, she made her decision.

It was obvious that even with both arms free, she wasn’t enough of a markswoman to hit all four tentacles. But, perhaps she could destroy the source of the attack with a single well-placed shot. In an instant, thought became action, and focussing her energy, she hurled a brilliant bolt through the open car door.

The lightning struck, just as the tendrils were about to loop around the young woman. Two aimed for her ankles, one for her waist and the final tentacle headed unerringly towards her slender neck. Each snare disintegrated as blue-white fire filled the interior of the car.

In that moment of clarity, Ampere had used her goggles to locate the area of maximum activity within the car. Assuming that this would be some form of control point, she reasoned that destroying it would deal with the tentacles. It had been a gamble, but one which she seemed to have pulled off.

Putting more distance between herself and Geist’s vehicle, Ampere brushed the remnants of the tendril from her wrist. She was startled to see that the material of her glove had been eaten away. The heroine wasn’t sure exactly what had happened, but such an evil trap, concealed within her friend’s car, could only be bad news.

She knew that she could not risk triggering any other traps that might still lie concealed inside the vehicle. There was nothing else for her to do now. Ampere steeled herself, and after another quick scan of the surrounding area, she began to walk towards the ramp, which not too long before Geist had also descended.

To be continued…

The Baleful Bubble Bamboozle

Ampere’s abilities were very different from those of her young protégé. Scanning her surroundings using her ‘natural’ abilities, somewhat augmented by the goggles she habitually wore, the heroine was able to recognise the concealed entrance to the villains’ lair. She reasoned that a doorway that carefully hidden must lead somewhere interesting, and so Ampere quickly disabled the electronic lock and stole quietly inside.

Once more, she subtly exerted her powers, forcing the electronic sensors to ignore her presence. She moved as rapidly as caution allowed, knowing that any delay on her part might put her young friend in further danger.

After walking for some distance, Ampere came to a halt. Something prickled at her subconscious. She couldn’t immediately place what was bothering her, but knew from bitter experience that she would be foolish to ignore the sensation. Slowly she examined the narrow corridor, all of her senses straining to detect some abnormality.

But fruitless seconds passed, and the heroine was none the wiser. Her powers could sense no electronic devices, beyond the ubiquitous cameras. Even increasing the magnification of her goggles to maximum and engaging the image enhancement software didn’t show any threats. But still, she couldn’t shrug off that feeling of danger.

Ampere bit her lip, nervously. Her priority had to be finding Geist, and precious time was being wasted while she stood looking for an apparently imaginary threat. The heroine took a deep breath, and then began to advance again, this time even more cautiously that before.

The trap didn’t spring until Ampere had moved nearly ten meters along the corridor. She had no way of knowing, but her body heat was slowly warming the floor beneath her. Her first inkling that something was wrong was when she took her next step. Unexpectedly, her leg sank into the floor, disappearing almost all the way to her knee.

She managed to keep her self from over balancing. Instinctively she tried to keep her hands away from the ground, as it seemed to melt under her. Unfortunately, when she braced her other leg, in an attempt to pull herself free, that also sunk deeply into the soft floor. In moments, the heroine found herself at the bottom of a deep indentation; the edges rising more than a meter above her, and still the floor sagged lower around her.

Ampere struggled to get out of the deepening hole. But her legs were securely mired in place. At some point her hands had inadvertently come into contact with the floor, and they too appeared to be melting into the strange material. Somehow knowing that it was futile, she fired bolts of electricity, trying to loosen the grip on her limbs. But the heat of her attacks only served to speed the melting process.

Soon the upper walls of her prison began to close together, as she continued to sink. For an instant, she was plunged into darkness. The opening sealed shut, effectively containing the heroine in a large bubble. Then, almost as suddenly, pale light glowed through the walls, illuminating the prison, and drawing a gasp of surprise from Ampere.

She was in another chamber, apparently beneath the corridor. Her bubble-prison hung suspended from the ceiling, numerous pipes linking it to containers and tanks. Looking through the transparent walls, Ampere estimated that there were probably at least three more traps like this one, which all fed into this room.

The heroine was shocked from her reverie by a faint ‘hissing’ sound. It appeared to be coming from somewhere above her, but she couldn’t locate the source. Not knowing what this new development meant, but assuming the worst, Ampere began to tug even harder on her trapped limbs. The strange material clung tenaciously to her, and her exertions only served to hasten the effects of the gas.

Ampere was panting hard by now, each breath drawing more of the narcotic into her lungs. She began to feel her fatigue building, but at first didn’t recognise this as anything other than her body’s response to the exercise. It was only when her vision began to dim, and her head began to swim, that the heroine began to realise that something was wrong with her. Of course, by then it was far too late.

She tried to control her breathing, but with her limbs still trapped, there was no way for her to escape the gas. Her eyelids began to flicker closed, and each time she was able to force them open, it became a little harder. Each time they stayed closed a little longer, and eventually, they didn’t open at all.

Ampere’s breathing slowed, became more regular and deep. This served to speed the process still further. Finally, with a soft moan of resignation, the proud heroine slumped into darkness, a deep, dreamless sleep enveloping her. Her last conscious thought wasn’t to worry about her own fate, but rather to despair. Who would rescue Geist now?

To be continued…

The Drugged Doctor’s Distracting Denouement

Natasha felt as if she were struggling to wake, fighting her way back to consciousness, like a swimmer who had dived too deep. She could almost glimpse the surface, but it was so far above her. She tried to kick, to swim for the surface, but her arms and legs seemed heavy, and tangled.

* * *

The Anaesthetist watched happily as his captive fought against the drugs in her system. After The Gadgeteer had delivered her to him, he had removed the rest of her clothing. The scientist was still being affected by the remnants of his ‘mind blowing’ orgasmic gas. He knew that even the slightest touch was sending shivers of pleasure through her. He also knew that he needed her awake, she had one very special task to perform for him.

He entered a long series of commands into his remote. The myriad of lights adoring the naked woman’s collar began to flash in sequence. The cocktail of drugs entering her system altered, and she began to slowly come round.

* * *

Natasha was aware that something had changed. Her arms and legs still seemed to be caught up in something. But now the surface seemed to come closer. With an effort she was able to force her eyes open, almost closing them instantly against the bright light. She blinked, her vision blurring before abruptly coming into focus.

Her thoughts were racing, and every passing moment brought new surprises and horrors. First she realised that she didn’t know where she was. But, that the room looked like some sort of cell. Then she became aware of her nakedness, and almost instantly, when she attempted to cover herself, that she had been cuffed.

But all these shocks paled into insignificance when she noticed the tall man, dressed in theatre greens and wearing a surgeon’s mask. She couldn’t see his mouth, but his eyes, which roamed freely over her naked body, told her that he was smiling under the mask.

“Hello, Dr Castle,” greeted The Anaesthetist. “Although actually, given the circumstances, perhaps that’s a little too formal… may I call you Natasha?”

Natasha bit her tongue, barely able to restrain herself from telling him exactly what she wanted him to do. But, she knew that she mustn’t antagonise him, obviously he wanted her for something, and she had instantly recognised him as the supervillain who called himself The Anaesthetist. Natasha prayed that he had captured her for her scientific knowledge, at least that way she might have a chance.

* * *

The Anaesthetist seemed to ignore her lack of response. He was waiting for the pattern of lights on Natasha’s collar to change again.

“Now, Natasha,” he continued, as the cocktail of drugs altered once more. “I propose a simple deal. I want you to help me to synthesise a particular substance. I will give you the chemical in a slightly different form, but for my purposes I need you to make it into a liquid.”

The villain glanced again at his captive, noticing how her pupils were starting to dilate. He smiled happily, taking his time to appreciate how attractive the doctor was, especially in her drugged and bound state. It was fortunate for him that the serum she had just been injected with was not coursing through his own veins now.

“If you do this for me, I give you my word that I will let you go free and none the worse from your ordeal.”

* * *

Natasha knew that it would be foolish to trust anything this man said, but she also knew that she had to do everything in her power to escape. Telling him what she really thought, would only destroy any chance of avoiding whatever fate he might have planned.

“There’s no way on earth I’d help you, I don’t trust you and all I want to do is to escape this place,” she inadvertently blurted out.

* * *

The Anaesthetist roared with laughter, his shoulders shaking as he tried to contain his mirth. The startled look of abject horror on the young doctor’s face was truly priceless.

“Good stuff this truth serum isn’t it Tasha?” He laughed. “But of course, I knew that’s how you must feel. Please, allow me to show you a demonstration of what will happen to you if you don’t help me…”

* * *

Natasha could only watch, not trusting herself to speak. The villain gestured at one of the walls, and it immediately seemed to fade into transparency. She realised that she was looking through into the room beyond. What she saw next forced a gasp of horror from her, despite her best efforts to remain silent.

The room beyond looked similar to her own cell, but for one very major difference. Directly in the centre of this cell, was a metal framework. A young Asian woman was kneeling, her arms drawn up over her head and fastened in metal cuffs that had been attached to the frame. Her ankles were likewise cuffed and a short length of chain connected them to rings, which had been set into the floor. The woman was bucking and twisting. Natasha could see that she was all-but 'impaled' on a large vibrator, which extended from the floor.

Directly in front of the woman, casting whirling patterns of colour over her face was a video screen. Natasha couldn’t see what was on the screen, but the woman appeared to be watching it with rapt attention. Embarrassingly, although the scene made her cringe in fear, some part of it was deeply erotic. The way the girl seemed at one moment to be trying to lift herself off of the intruder within her sex, and the next seemed to be grinding down onto it. Natasha flushed as she realised how hot this was making her.

“Chandra here,” The Anaesthetist gestured towards the woman, “is being processed for her new role. If you cannot help me, then I will be forced to treat you in a similar manner. So, last chance now Tasha, what would you like to happen now?”

Natasha turned away from the window, her cheeks burning. She struggled to compose herself, knowing that whatever she said next would have to be the truth.

“Okay, you sick bastard,” she whispered. “I’ll make you your chemical if I can”.

“Good, good,” laughed the villain. “Of course there is a part of you that wonders what that must feel like isn’t there?”

The question caught her unawares, and she answered, “Yes,” without thinking.

* * *

The villain laughed harder, almost on cue the pattern of lights had again shifted into its last stage.

“That’s good to know. Perhaps if you aren’t able to make this substance for me, I’ll let you ride the programmer too”.

* * *

But Natasha didn’t hear him, as the drugs flooded back into her; she slipped quickly and easily down. Her body relaxed, and she slumped back down onto the floor.

* * *

The Anaesthetist took one last lingering look at his captive and then stepped out of the cell, sealing it behind him. All things considered it had gone well. He was fairly certain that she would co-operate with him, at least in the short term. Of course, neither of them had any intention of going through with their side of the deal. She was far too valuable to merely release, even if it would be simple to recapture her later. Natasha in turn was only looking for an opportunity to escape.

If only she had known that the ‘programming’ she had witnessed was merely ‘smoke and mirrors’. Despite both he and The Gadgeteer using every item in their formidable arsenal, they were still no closer to being able to process their captives. At least, that had been the case before they found out about The Confectioner’s last great invention. If everything went as planned, the good doctor would help to create the very substance with which she would be enslaved.

To be continued…

This is truly incredible stuff! I love your characters and the way you are write the story!

*blush*

Why thank you, kind Sir...

Finally got round to reading this one & it's another quality piece of work. Perhaps you should consider writing a stripped down version of one of your stories for MH to convert into a video, it would be a deviant's dream Anyway, I'll look forward to the conclusion.

Another fantastic story, Sara C - you are an amazing author! It makes it a bit difficult to follow the storyline at first, but I love the variety as well as the abundance of your individual heroines and villains. Their everyday, "ordinary" human characteristics and believable behavior really make this and your other stories entertaining and distinctive. I know everyone here has their own likes and dislikes, but I personally prefer stories where the superheroine is subdued and tormented with a bare minimum of brutal physical violence. Helplessly bound and sadistically broken, absolutely(!) but without any blood and guts. I also love your detailed use of hypnosis, gas, forced orgasms and other erotic distress. As someone with a fondness for tickling and tickle torture, I think you would do a sensational job subjecting any one (or more!) of your tough, strong, invincible protagonists to a merciless dose of tickling. Something that in the heroes' mind might seem to be silly and juvenile would quickly escalate, with the help of extremely restrictive bondage coupled with evil concoctions that would make nerve endings ultra sensitive, into something horribly unbearable. It could be quite a versatile tool in a supervillain's arsenal: used as an effective way to interrogate and extract secret information from a hero or civilian; used as a punishment on a wayward henchman that you may have a use for later; or just used for no other reason than to derive sadistic pleasure - cruelly stroking a pair of vulnerable bare feet on a body that is otherwise totally encased in a translucent cylinder. The options are almost limitless, especially with a mind as creative, twisted and devious as yours!
Enough of my ramblings - Thanks again, keep up the great work and I hope to read many more stories very soon!

A stripped down version might work and I admit, I do write to my own fetishes, so seeing a video exploring these themes would be a dream come true.

As to tickling... that's good idea and definitely one I'll need to think about exploring in future episodes.

Out of the Bubble, and into the Bolas!

The security system registered the activation of ‘bubble trap two’ ,while The Anaesthetist was still busy with Dr. Castle. The Gadgeteer was surprised and, not a little annoyed, that another heroine had breached security, even if she was now trapped in blissful slumber. The villainess found the unpredictability of super powers quite unsettling, how was she supposed to counter all the myriad possibilities?

Brushing aside such thoughts for the moment, she decided that another ‘capture bot’ should be more than adequate to escort their most recent visitor to her holding cell.

Dexterous hands flew over the controls, and another robot left its recharging pod. It scuttled towards the ‘bubble chamber’, moving with unsettling silence. It wouldn’t require any further instruction now and The Gadgeteer was happy to watch her creation at work.

On arrival, the spiderbot extended a larger, ceramic blade from between its mandibles. With a single swipe, it sliced through the bubble. The strange material collapsed, and Ampere fell to the floor, while the remnants of her prison withdrew into the ceiling. In an instant the robot had retracted the larger blade, and extruded its hypodermic ‘stinger’. Nimbly, it leapt towards its target.

* * *

Ampere began to rouse, still hopelessly dazed and confused. Clean air was now replacing the numbing gas, and her consciousness was slowly returning. Instinctively, the heroine reached out with her powers. She could feel a significant power source that was almost directly on top of her. As soon as she touched it, the heroine reflexively began to siphon power, replenishing her own.

* * *

In the control room, warning lights flashed and alarms sounded. None of it made any sense of course, the spiderbot had been fully charged, and then, an instant later, its battery was completely dead. The Gadgeteer cursed, seeing the heroine pulling herself somewhat shakily to her feet. The villainess was certain there was no way the woman should have recovered that quickly.

Without disengaging the alarms, she took off at a sprint; if she could only get there quickly enough, she might be able to subdue the heroine before she recovered enough to become a threat.

* * *

Ampere looked at the disabled machine, and released that something about this technology seemed very familiar. She shook her head, trying to concentrate on the here and now. She couldn’t sense any other power sources close enough to re-energise herself with. But, it didn’t seem likely that her recovery had gone un-noticed. So her priority was to get away from the immediate area and then, find something from which she could recharge herself.

She was just about to begin her search for a power source, when Ampere felt a small surge of energy nearby. It took her fuzzy mind several moments to realise that an electronic door was opening. Desperately she cast around for some sort of cover. As she ran behind a bank of piping, she caught a glimpse of a slender form darting to the left.

Ampere realised she was probably out-matched in her current condition. Retreat was the only viable option, and she had felt the door open, so there was at least one exit. Keeping low, and feeling for telltale bursts of power, the heroine crept around the chamber.

* * *

The Gadgeteer knew that the heroine was still in the room. She guessed that the woman’s powers must revolve around the manipulation of energy, and so as a precaution had not activated any gadgets that might be turned against her. Of course, that decision also made it very difficult to track down her quarry.

She reasoned that her target would either try to bring the fight to her, in which case she had enough gadgets to pacify her and a dozen other heroines, or else she would try to flee. Given that there was only one exit from the ‘bubble chamber’, The Gadgeteer decided to find a position from which she could observe the door.

As Ampere approached the exit, she stepped directly into the Gadgeteer’s line of sight. The villainess, who had been aiming down a small tube, wasted no time in firing the weapon. There was a soft pop, and a miniature bolas shot out towards the heroine.

* * *

Ampere span as soon as she heard the noise, but even so she had no time to do anything else before the bolas struck. The spinning cord whipped about her chest, pinning her upper arms against her sides. On their second revolution, the two counterweights clashed together, shattering into a fine powder. The golden cloud billowed about her, clinging tenaciously to her body.

She dove to the ground, trying to see where the attack had come from. Ampere coughed and gasped, fighting not to breathe in any more of the dust. The heroine was desperate, the door was so close and her only hope was to get away. She focussed, reached out towards the simple door controls and somehow forced them to open.

* * *

The Gadgeteer waited patiently, she had struck the heroine cleanly. Perhaps if she had aimed lower, the woman would not have been able to get back under cover, but really the battle was already over. It was just that the heroine didn’t know it yet. The villainess smiled as she saw the door open, seemingly of its own accord.

* * *

Ampere braced herself and tried to sprint through the door, but it was not to be. Her muscles felt leaden, and her body was rapidly stiffening. The heroine managed one shuffling step before she pitched forwards onto the ground. The floor felt so wonderfully soft, and her body was so warm. She made one futile effort to rise, but then that didn’t seem very important either.

* * *

The Gadgeteer approached the fallen heroine. The fine powder had now all but dissipated, but obviously the girl had absorbed enough to keep her docile for some time. This one would provide an interesting challenge. Nothing electronic could be allowed near her and, annoyingly, that included the ubiquitous capture collar.

The villainess carefully bent over her opponent and placed a sleep mask over her slack mouth and nose. It was the work of moments to secure it in place, and the now paralysed heroine could do nothing about it at all, except to let herself be gently coaxed back to dreamland.

To be continued…

The Obligatory Ropework Interlude

After he had been informed of their second unexpected visitor, The Anaesthetist took several minutes to complete another sweep of the lair. Once he was sure there would be no further interruptions, the villain briefly toyed with the idea of ‘enjoying’ the new prisoners. However, he reminded himself that he did actually have a plan to complete and that therefore, the simple pleasures would have to wait.

He informed The Gadgeteer that she and Dr. Castle should start working on the new formula and then, set about making the two heroines as ‘comfortable’ as possible. After all, it was only polite to keep them entertained while they were waiting.

The villain decided to deal with the most recent ‘guest’ first. The Gadgeteer had told him what she guessed about the young woman. The villain enjoyed the idea of returning to a more basic level of technology. Although the high-tech gizmos with which The Gadgeteer furnished him were wonderful toys, there was something reassuring about more tried and tested methods.

Working with easy efficiency, the villain stripped off Ampere’s silver bodysuit. Next, being careful to leave the sleep mask in place, he lifted off her goggles. He found himself looking into the unmasked face of a woman he did not recognise. Still, no matter, it would be an easy task to identify both her and her friend later.

The Anaesthetist reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a small hypodermic. He gently rolled his captive over onto her belly, while uncapping the syringe, in one fluid movement. He rested one hand on the sleeping woman’s right buttock, and then, almost absentmindedly jabbed her quickly with the needle. There was no obvious reaction, but the villain knew that his victim now had next to no chance of waking ‘accidentally’.

Eschewing The Gadgeteer’s special bonds, knowing that their electronic circuitry would only be a liability with this particular captive, the villain instead chose the utility of several rolls of duct tape. He worked with a deft precision to quickly secure Ampere’s arms and legs. Her hands were wrapped in duct-tape mittens, rendering them useless. He then taped both her forearms together behind her back, and next, looped tape around her body in order to hold her arms in place.

The villain was slightly disappointed that his captive had chosen not to wear any underwear. He had intended to use her undergarments to pack her mouth, before sealing it with tape. Instead he had to make to do with several wads of gauze, which filled her mouth almost to bursting.

His special serum would ensure she didn’t choke on the muffling gag. All that remained then was to tape her legs together.

The Anaesthetist pulled a large transparent dildo out of another voluminous pocket. It seemed to writhe slightly in his hand, and it was a struggle to carefully ease the strange thing into Ampere’s sex.

He was pleased to see that his injection was already at work in the heroine’s bloodstream, because the dildo slipped into her with only minimal resistance. Once he was sure that it was safely in place, the villain completed his work, taping Ampere’s legs together using the last two rolls.

He could tell that her body heat was now gently warming the dildo. As it heated, it would begin to throb and move more vigorously. Even if she was somehow able to rouse herself from this drugged slumber, The Anaesthetist was sure that her new toy’s attentions would keep her from focussing on anything productive.

His last act before leaving the heroine and her dildo to ‘get acquainted’, was to shut down all the power to this part of the lair, and to mechanically lock the door to her cell. It pained him to leave such a beautiful captive with no way of recording her struggles, but there was no way he could risk her being that close to any recording equipment.

* * *

Dealing with Geist was much easier in comparison. Being able to disappear was an impressive gift, but didn’t really help one to escape from bondage. Once again the villain considered simply collaring her and being done with it. But he still clung to some twisted sense of ‘honour’ and after some pondering he decided to continue with his original plan. How much more satisfying anyway to catch her ‘fair and square’?

Using a small spray can, the villain quickly dissolved Geist’s webbing bonds. He then set about replaced them with something far more aesthetically pleasing.

First, he clinched her wrists together, tightly tying them with cord. Next he turned his attention to her elbows. The villain marvelled at the young woman’s flexibility, finding to his delight that he was able to force them to touch. Once he was satisfied that her arms were completely trapped, the villain continued securing his slumbering captive.

Ropes looped around her, above and below her small breasts. He pulled them tight, trapping her arms even more securely. A single cord looped up, back between her legs, before being fastened to her wrists. Once it was tied off, The Anaesthetist tightened the cord still further, fashioning the most severe of crotchropes. Lastly he tied her legs, lashing cords about her ankles, her knees and her thighs.

After one final check, the villain rolled his captive back onto her stomach and secured her ankles to her wrists. This served to bow her body back in a cruel hogtie. Now that she was completely helpless, and beautifully package, the villain paused only to smooth the sleep mask over her calm face, before leaving. Once again he promised to return later and show the heroine some interesting new toys.

* * *

Meanwhile, The Gadgeteer had been carefully watching a very frightened and very naked Dr Castle. The scientist had tried to reason with the green-clad villainess, hoping to form some sort of ‘sisterly’ bond. But the lascivious glances, which she kept experiencing, made it very clear that the woman was more than happy with the current arrangements.

It was also clear that the villainess had more that a rudimentary understanding of the sciences herself. Natasha quickly realised that she had better try to complete the work she had been kidnapped to perform. Her initial plan, to stall or make errors, would almost certainly fail, and who knew what these mad people would do to her then?

The scientist shivered as she thought back to the poor girl and the terrible machine that she had ‘ridden’. Natasha realised that she had a very good idea of what they would do to her, if she ceased being useful.

* * *

The task itself was simple. The Gadgeteer had shown Natasha a small sample of The Confectioner’s green liquorice. This was what The Adherer had been supposed to steal and potentially would be the ‘solution’ to their problems. They knew that the villain had experimented with various noxious sweets. But it was this, his last invention before he disappeared, which was the most intriguing.

From what The Anaesthetist had explained, the liquorice contained some form of contact poison. It was specifically absorbed through mucous membranes, which meant that it could have its effect when eaten. But it also meant that were it used as say a crotchrope (The Confectioner preferred to bind his victims with liquorice), the person so-bound would also receive a hefty dose.

The drug itself was amazingly complex. It acted predominantly on the brain, causing an unnatural sense of calm and well-being. It also eroded some of the brain’s higher functions, more specifically those involved in self-monitoring and executive function. In layman’s terms, the drug quickly rendered those exposed to it into a nice, calm and extremely suggestible state. Perfect for anyone who they wanted to place on the programmer, for example.

Where Dr. Castle came in was firstly, to show them how to synthesise more of the chemical. But she would also be expected to convert it into a different and, more appropriate, form. Liquorice wasn’t really their style; it would be far better to have the drug in an injectable or even gaseous form.

Of course, The Gadgeteer knew, once she had performed her task, it was more than possible the doctor would be used as a guinea pig for its ultimate use. But there really wasn’t any need to ruin her day by informing her of this now was there?

To be continued…

A Meeting of Minions’ Minds

Some time later, The Gadgeteer was able to report that Dr. Castle had successfully completed the initial batch of their new drug. The good doctor was sent back to her cell, but allowed to remain both conscious and unbound as a ‘reward’ for good behaviour. She was safe for the moment, and would remain so, at least until they were sure that the substance worked and that they could make as much as they liked.

“While I was tempted to suggest you test this substance on our friend Chandra,” The Anaesthetist began. “I do not want to risk permanently damaging her. She should really arrive at her final destination… intact”.

The Gadgeteer suppressed a shiver; sometimes even she found it difficult to understand how he could be quite so clinical. What she had initially taken as some sort of compassion for the young reporter, was merely a matter of financial expedience. Obviously the buyer would not pay for ‘damaged goods’.

“No, I think that someone much more expendable would be the logical choice,” the villain continued. “Test the sample on the lovely Adherer… We should probably call her Joanne again, now that her days as a supervillainess are over, don’t you think?”

The Gadgeteer nodded once, not trusting herself to speak. Then, she quickly turned and headed back to the laboratory.

* * *

When she arrived, the villainess was not surprised to find that The Adherer, (no, Joanne, she corrected herself), had already been deposited. For a moment the villainess looked at the former minion, feeling a sense of connection. She had a strong suspicion that, unless she was very careful, one day she too would end up naked, drugged and bound, completely at The Anaesthetist’s mercy.

Then she shook herself free from the introspection. The only way to be safe was to be efficient and indispensable. The villainess moved quickly around the lab. First she collected the chemical, which she and the doctor had spent so long refining. Then she carefully filled a small syringe with the bright green liquid. She took a deep breath, not realising that she had been holding it and, with exaggerated care, she began to inject the liquid directly into one of the reservoirs within The Adherer’s collar.

It took some time, the special material from which the collar had been made, needed to absorb the new drug and recognise it. But eventually the syringe was empty. The Gadgeteer paused, thinking about what she would do next. Then, the decision made, she pressed a series of commands into her remote, and waited.

The Adherer began to stir. Her eyelids flickered, a soft moan escaped her lips and she pulled weakly at her bonds. The Gadgeteer quickly entered another command, and watched as the reservoir began to empty. The villainess was slightly surprised at her former colleague’s resilience. She seemed to be recovering very rapidly. Suddenly the girl’s eyes opened wide, as she noticed The Gadgeteer, and began to scream at her.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let me out of this right now, you bitch, before I glue your mouth and nose shut and let you suffocate!”

The Gadgeteer was stunned; she was in no doubt that the captive women meant exactly what she said. She didn’t know what to do. Fleetingly she considered unlocking the cuffs. But she knew that whatever this woman threatened, The Anaesthetist would do ten-times worse.

“Joanne,” she tried soothingly. “Please calm down, nobody needs to get hurt”

The Adherer opened her mouth, and then closed it again. Her body seemed to slump, and she let out her breath in a loud sigh. The villainess looked on in amazement. Could the drug really work that fast, and that well? She had to find out.

“Joanne,” she said, this time in a more matter-of-fact way. “You feel really nice, tied up and naked like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Gadgets,” breathed the drugged woman, “so nice”.

“That’s good, Jo,” continued the villainess. “It’s my wonderful drugs that make you feel like that, isn’t it?”

“Yes, wonderful drugs,” she agreed in a sleepy voice.

“I’m going to unlock you for a little while, and you can show me how much you want to thank me, Jo.”

“Yes, thank you.”

The Gadgeteer deactivated the cuffs, and the woman’s limbs were immediately freed. The villainess braced herself for any trickery, but The Adherer just lay there, breathing deeply.

“Need to thank you, Gadgets,” she husked.

“That’s right, Jo, come over her and kneel in front of me”, said the villainess, an idea forming in her mind as to how she could test the drug’s effectiveness.

The Adherer rose and walked quickly to where the villainess was standing. Then she gracefully sank to her knees. The woman looked up at her with glassy eyes. As far as The Gadgeteer could tell, she was waiting for instructions.

“You’d like to taste me, wouldn’t you, Joanne?” Asked the villainess as she pulled open the seam at the bottom of her leotard.

The Adherer didn’t have time to nod. She reacted immediately, forcing her face into the other woman’s exposed crotch, nuzzling, licking and sucking. The Gadgeteer was surprised by the urgency of Joanne's actions, and for a moment lost herself in the sensation. Her back arched and she hissed in pleasure.

“Oh yes, Jo, that’s so good. You’re such a good girl,” she chanted.

In fact, the young villainess was so lost, that she didn’t even notice as an unnatural sense of calm began to slowly creep into her mind.

* * *

The Anaesthetist could hear the moaning as he approached the laboratory. He looked on in wry amusement as one of his former minions enthusiastically pleasured the other, who, for the moment at least, still worked for him. But, he reminded himself, they all had work to do. Walking into the lab, the villain called out in a loud voice:

”Hello ladies, don’t mind me, you just carry on there!”

He had expected a shocked response, perhaps a startled cry of horror, but neither woman even paused. In fact, they appeared to be continuing as if he were not even there.

As The Gadgeteer bucked and screamed her release, the villain realised that something quite strange was going on here. With no other option available to him, he keyed his remote and was instantly connected to Dr. Castle’s holding cell.

“Natasha, slight problem here, lovely Gadgets appears to have been affected by her own poison. Any theories on how that could happen? I’m guessing she wasn’t clumsy enough to stab herself with a used needle.”

Sitting in her cell, Natasha smiled at the thought of at least one of her captors being out of commission. Then the scientist within her took over and she started searching for answers.

“Well,” she began, “the drug is effective in extremely small doses. It is possible that a small amount might have splashed into her mouth or her eye, maybe when she was clearing air out of a syringe?”

The Anaesthetist pondered this, but somehow he couldn’t imagine the villainess not taking every precaution. Another scream shook him from his reverie, and as he turned to watch an idea formed in his mind.

“Tasha, you said this drug was very potent?”

“Yes, even the tiniest amount will have some effect”

“And how is this drug excreted?”

There was a long pause, and then Natasha answered softly. “Well, from the limited research I’ve done, I guess that there would be trace amounts in most body fluids.”

“Like say, saliva?” Asked the villain as he watched The Adherer’s flickering tongue.

“I suppose,” hedged Natasha. “Though I’m not sure there’d be enough to affect someone”.

“Oh doctor, I think I’ve answered that question for you. There most certainly is,” and with that he ended the connection.

To be continued…

Unlucky for The Gadgeteer

The Anaesthetist bent close to The Adherer and whispered. “There’s a good girl, Joanne. You should stop now and wait quietly over there until I call you back.”

The former minion obediently stood and went to sit where she had been directed. Meanwhile, The Gadgeteer stood still, her eyes unfocussed and her breathing ragged. Sweat stained her leotard, and her skin glistened. She had never looked more beautiful or indeed vulnerable than she did now.

“Beth,” he whispered.

“Yes,” the villainess sighed.

“We’re going to have a little chat now, but its okay, you don’t need to remember any of it consciously. If fact you won’t even remember that this conversation happened, or even that I was here. That will make things easier wont it?”

“Mmmm, yes, so much easier,” she agreed.

“It seems that you’re a good girl too,” he laughed. “Now, I know that you enjoy keeping our captives nicely drugged, bound and helpless, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, it’s so sexy,” came her breathy reply.

“Good, but you’ve also been wondering what it would be like, to feel that way yourself. Haven’t you, Beth?”

For a moment the villainess looked confused, but then the drug seemed to quash her worries and she smiled. “Yes, how it must feel.”

“There’s a good girl, you are going to start experimenting aren’t you?”

“Yes,” the word hissed from her lips.

“That’s right, and since you build all the gadgets, you can make sure they will be safe for you, can’t you?”

“Yes, I can make sure they’re safe,” she slurred slightly.

“In fact, since you build them, they must be safe already, mustn’t they?”

Again confusion appeared on the villainess’ face, but this time she slowly shook her head. That didn’t sound right, somehow.

“Okay, good girl, you should check them then shouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” she agreed eagerly.

“But once you know they’re safe, you can gradually stop checking can’t you?”

“Oh, yes,” she responded immediately, that made so much sense.

“Such a good girl,” the villain laughed.

The Anaesthetist wasn’t sure how much longer the drug would work. He didn’t want his minion to realise what had happened. He decided there was time for one last suggestion.

“Okay, now in a moment I’m going to leave. Then you’ll forget all about this conversation. You’ll forget that I was ever here and you’ll ignore any strange feelings, wont you?”

“Yes,” The Gadgeteer smiled.

“Good, so, after I leave you’ll call Joanne back over. You’ll command her to give you one last orgasm and then, you’ll lock her up and put her back to sleep”

“Yes,” the villainess agreed enthusiastically, that sounded like such a nice way to finish the experiment.

“Good girl, then you can come and find me to tell me what a success you’ve had. But you’ll remember how nice it felt to be pleasured by Joanne, and secretly you’ll want to do it again. Do you understand all that?”

“Yes,” she nodded, already imagining what Jo was going to do with that incredible tongue.

“You’re such a good girl,” the villain laughed, “Carry on then, have fun, Beth!”

With that the villain walked swiftly out of the lab, whistling happily to himself. Well, wasn’t this an interesting development?

Behind him, he heard the drugged villainess let out another scream of pleasure as she was brought to orgasm once again.

To be continued…

Geist in the Gauntlet

The Gadgeteer was still recovering from her inadvertent exposure to The Confectioner’s drug. She remained completely unaware of what had happened and, each time a nagging doubt tried to surface, she unconsciously pushed it aside.

* * *

Meanwhile, The Anaesthetist had decided to allow one of the heroines a last chance to win their freedom. Working on the principle of ‘first come, first served’, he felt that Geist should earn that very special honour.

The villain had settled on a fairly simple trial for the young heroine. In essence, she would have to ‘run the gauntlet’. She would try to make it to the end of a particular stretch of corridor, which he would carefully prepare before hand. The corridor led to a hatch, through which she would be able to escape. Of course, if she failed to reach the exit for any reason, she would lose and her only prize would be one of The Gadgeteer’s control collars.

It took him some time to set up the gauntlet to his exacting standards, but he was determined to provide an appropriate challenge. Of course, being a villain, he was not entirely ‘fair’ with the devices he chose to seed the corridor. But then, that was one of the benefits of setting your own rules. When he was finally satisfied, The Anaesthetist turned his attention to the superheroine herself.

With deft-precision, he unbound Geist, leaving her sleep mask in place for the moment. Next, he removed a small patch from his capacious pockets and, after carefully peeling off its backing, he smoothed the small plaster onto his captive’s groin. In the few seconds he had, before the adhesive set hard, the villain made sure that it was perfectly positioned.

He had decided that her baggy, figure-concealing outfit had been totally inappropriate for a heroine. So, in deference to her modesty, the villain was going to give her a new, more daring costume. Using a special formulation, ‘borrowed’ from The Gadgeteer, who intended to use it for her own new uniform, the villain literally sprayed on Geist’s new suit.

In moments, the heroine was coated from the neck down with a silver sheen. Only her hands and feet were uncovered. But the substance was so clinging, that it did nothing to conceal and, in fact, seemed to draw attention to every inch of her body. The Anaesthetist paused for a moment to admire his handiwork, adding a little of the spray here and there until he had achieved exactly the effect he was looking for.

Before he left, The Anaesthetist removed Geist’s sleep mask. Then he settled himself in a separate room, watching developments through the lair’s surveillance system. Slowly he counted down, knowing precisely when the heroine would rouse. As he reached zero, the villain activated the recording devices.

* * *

Geist fought the urge to move, while she gradually became aware of her surroundings. She found herself blushing as she remembered the over-powering sensations, which had led to her capture. Then, abruptly, she was shocked out of her train of thought by an electronically magnified voice that spoke directly to her.

“Good evening my sleepy friend, I trust that you enjoyed your rest.”

For a few seconds Geist tried to maintain the façade that she was still asleep and then the voice spoke again.

“I know that you have recovered from your medicine. Please allow me to introduce myself, I am The Anaesthetist, and of course, sedating beautiful women is what I excel at.”

Realising that there was no point in continuing her ruse, the heroine rose slowly to her feet. She was stunned when she saw the outfit in which she had been dressed. A shiny, silver body stocking, which clung to her body, revealing every intimate detail. Once again, the heroine found herself blushing, embarrassment over-riding her fear, for the moment at least.

* * *

In his observation room, The Anaesthetist admired his captive. He noted her flushed features with wry amusement. This would no doubt prove to be a most stimulating trial.

“Now, although I had you completely at my mercy,” the villain began, noting how she could not stop herself from shivering when he spoke, “I am no without a sense of fair play.”

* * *

The irony was not lost on the heroine, but she did not seem to have any option but to listen to his monologue.

* * *

“The challenge for you is very simple. If you can make your way down this corridor,” he continued, as an exit opened in Geist’s cell, “and through the hatch at the end, then you will go free”.

* * *

Geist peered through the door, seeing a narrow passage leading to a large door. The door looked heavy, and had a large wheel in its centre. She halted her brief observation, because the villain had started talking again.

* * *

“Naturally, if you can’t make it to the exit, then you will be mine, to do with as I wish.” Once again, The Anaesthetist enjoyed the look of horror and the involuntary shudder from his victim, as he suggested her fate.

* * *

An ominous silence replaced the villain’s voice and Geist, once again, focussed her attention on the corridor in front of her. The floor, walls and ceiling all seemed to be covered in the same ceramic tiles. Diffuse light came from above, but the heroine could not locate its source. Her attention was drawn to two small ‘turrets’, which slowly tracked back and forth, each covering a different part of the passage.

Although there were no other, obvious defences, Geist was sure that more traps lay between her and the exit. Despite her trepidation, she could not think of any approach, other than simply trusting to her powers, and moving as cautiously as possible. So, after several deep, calming breaths, the young superheroine focussed her mind, and silently faded from sight.

* * *

The Anaesthetist watched with fascination as the girl disappeared. He quickly cycled the surveillance cameras through the electromagnetic spectrum, but there was no sign of his quarry. Even the seismic sensors and motion detectors registered nothing, and yet, he knew that even now she must be starting her journey into the gauntlet.

* * *

Geist kept glancing at the nearest turret, waiting for it to swivel towards her. But, to her relief (and not inconsiderable surprise) it blithely continued its slow back and forth movement. She reminded herself that it certainly wasn’t going to be this easy as she crept forwards, each step bringing her closer to salvation.

* * *

The Anaesthetist rested his finger lightly over a small dial, wondering how long he should wait. Then, without warning, there was an explosion of activity in the corridor.

* * *

Geist’s powers had evaded several traps already, even though the heroine wasn’t aware of that fact. The sensors did not notice as she broke invisible beams, and, as the villain had discovered, even the most sensitive detector would not react to her presence. Unfortunately, the thin tripwire was a purely mechanical trap, and as such had no ‘brain’ to fool.

She felt a moment of resistance as she stepped forward, and instantly knew that something was wrong. Without a thought, the young heroine threw herself backwards. A deluge of liquid sprayed from concealed holes overhead. If she had chosen, in that split second, to roll forwards, she would still have been caught. But, luckily the trap had been set, assuming its victim would have continued to press forward, towards freedom.

Almost as soon as the liquid hit air, it began to solidify. Thin streams of the white, sticky mess congealed on the floor. Geist knew that she had only narrowly avoided been buried under it, vulnerable to whatever else The Anaesthetist had planned.

* * *

For a moment the villain thought it was all over, slightly surprised at how short a time the heroine had remained free. But then he saw how the capture string had piled upon itself. There was no heroine trapped in the midst of it, invisible or not. He smiled happily, she had made it a quarter of the way to the door, and that seemed a sensible time to ‘even the odds’ a little. With that, he turned the dial carefully to its first setting.

* * *

Geist was rolling to her feet when the small patch activated. She stumbled as it buzzed to life, its attention perfectly focussed where it would be most effective. The superheroine let out a small whimper, before biting her lip in an attempt to silence herself. The buzzing continued, and she could feel her attention slipping.

”Oh God,” she thought. “It’s happening again!”

* * *

The Anaesthetist saw a slender shape on the monitors, which seemed to flicker in and out of existence. The nearest turret also detected something, and immediately swung to engage. A high-pitched whine issued from it, as it fired a salvo towards the stricken girl.

* * *

The heroine struggled to calm herself and regain her composure. An instant later, as she heard the strange whining noise, she hurled her body to one side. A cluster of tiny needles struck the patch of floor she had just vacated, where they shattered into fine dust. Geist was moving as soon as she rolled to her feet, at the same time pushing her power as much as she was able.

* * *

Once again, the girl disappeared from his screens. That first shot had been so close, and he wondered idly if she might have gotten a partial dose when the crystalline drug shattered so close nearby. Grinning now, he turned the dial again. “Let’s see how good your concentration really is,” he laughed to himself.

* * *

Meanwhile, Geist was clawing at the silver material, trying to get to the patch beneath it. Although thin, the costume seemed unusually strong, and she was making little headway. That all changed when the buzzing advanced to the next level. The heroine’s body almost went into spasm as a wave of pleasure threatened to drown her. Her nails ripped through the material as she convulsed into orgasm.

Of course, she was immediately visible again, and lying on her stomach, in plain view, she should have been an easy target. But luck was on her side. The turret did not have a clear shot, (its line of fire was partly obscured by the hardening mass of capture string). Of course, even for a heroine, luck can only take you so far. Although most of the needles shattered impotently before they reached her, one fragment had enough momentum to carry it to its target.

Geist didn’t notice, she was still recovering from that first orgasm, and the needle was just too fine. The crystal punched into her raised backside, instantly dissolving into her bloodstream. But, even as the buzzing began to push her towards another climax, her fingers closed on the small patch, and she ripped it free, cursing as the adhesive pulled at her skin.

* * *

The first turret had exhausted its supply of needles now, and the second turret did not have enough range to strike her. The Anaesthetist saw her pull the patch free, and silently cursed. Part of him would enjoy seeing her escape, if only because he knew that she would return and let him try to capture her again, but it was frustrating none the less.

* * *

She didn’t think that this moment of calm would last much longer. But now that the patch had been dealt with, it was so much easier to exert her powers. She was breathing a little hard now, but that was to be expected. She concentrated again, and felt herself fading from view. Picking her way down the corridor, wary of more tripwires, Geist advanced.

* * *

The Anaesthetist decided to try one final trick, it lacked elegance, but sometimes, practical solutions were necessary, no matter how ugly. He estimated that his captive would be almost three quarters of the way to the exit by now, and at that point, he activated all the remaining defences. They had no target, but merely fired randomly into space.

* * *

The world erupted into life around a somewhat startled Geist. The second turret whined into life, disgorging needles seemingly at random. Another capture string dispenser sprayed widely into the corridor. Segments of floor opened, revealing slippery shafts that led away into darkness. Even jets of gas vented themselves at random points. It took her several terrified moments to realise that she had not triggered any hidden trap, and that these attacks were not aimed at her. Her slow progress had caused the villain to active his trap too early, had she been where he thought, there was no way she would have been able to escape.

She waited. Eventually the devices ran out of ammunition, the shafts remained open and an eerie silence fell over the passage again. Geist stayed still for a few more minutes, just to be sure and then she stole forward again, glancing warily at the turret. However, despite her trepidation, she managed to reach her goal without any other reaction.

* * *

In his observation room, the villain saw the large wheel begin to turn. He was surprised that she had escaped his last-ditch attempt to stop her, but not particularly upset. She was a remarkable woman, and he looked forward to their next confrontation.

* * *

Geist struggled with the wheel, it was oily and slippery and her recent exertions seemed to have sapped her strength more than she realised. But eventually, the wheel turned and the door swung ponderously open. A glance told her all she needed to know, the hatch opened into a steam tunnel. Sparing one backwards glance at the gauntlet, Geist stepped through the hatch, which obligingly closed behind her.

* * *

The Anaesthetist chuckled to himself, the superheroine had managed to escape. But, of course, he never played an entirely fair game. He had taken the liberty of coating the door with a powerful drug. Given how long it had taken for the wheel to turn, he imagined that she must have received a significant dose. He could only estimate how long it would take to affect her, but once she could no longer use her powers, it should be easy to locate her.

After all, he reasoned, he had been true to his word, she could escape, it was just that he would capture her again soon after.

To be continued…

Two Girls, One Heroine, One Villainess and Lots of Drugs

The Gadgeteer was amazed by how powerful and fast acting this new drug was. Still slightly frightened by The Adherer’s threats, she decided to test another idea. Her former colleague still knelt obediently where she had left her, and the villainess was happy for that to continue while she tinkered in her workshop.

Soon she had fashioned two earbuds, which she then carefully placed inside her captive’s ears. The earbuds would continuously play a recorded phrase, which would then hopefully embed itself in the victim’s drug-soaked brain. Her message was simple, and effectively 'stolen' from Asimov. “I must never harm Gadgets or allow her to come to harm”. She wasn’t sure that it would work, but her other commands had seemed remarkably effective.

Once she was happy that the devices were in place and broadcasting, it did not take long to place the drugged woman into a storage cylinder where she could happy listen to her programming. Idly, The Gadgeteer considered making some more modifications to the cylinder, in order to ‘reinforce’ her commands. But, she decided that could wait, after all, she had more pressing matters to attend to.

* * *

At that moment, Geist was trying to find her way through the steam tunnels. She knew that trying to launch a one-woman rescue would be hopeless. Having barely escaped The Anaesthetist’s gauntlet she was not eager for a rematch. Getting somewhere she could contact Ampere and let the more experienced heroine come up with a plan was really the only option. The problem was that these tunnels were like a maze, and she just seemed to be getting more and more fatigued.

The young woman was not aware that two potent toxins were affecting her now. First, the tiny sliver of needle crystal was weakening her, fatiguing her muscles and slowing her progress. Secondly, the oily contact poison was leeching into her, where it covered her hands. This was the villain’s final trick, covering the only exit from his fiendish trap. Geist, weakened as she was, had taken a long time to open the hatch, and because of that, the dose she receive was very large.

The poison was subtle, so as not to alert any victim until it was too late. On initial exposure, it began steadily to inhibit some of the brain’s higher functions. Specifically, it targeted the frontal lobes, the region concerned with impulse control and concentration. For Geist, the affect was to make it almost impossible for her to work out a sensible plan to explore the tunnels, and stopped her from recognising that she was in deep trouble.

The heroine found herself at the same junction again; she couldn’t understand how difficult it was to navigate. She was so tired now; the effort of just putting one foot in front of the other was almost too much for her. All she wanted to do was rest, in fact that was all she could do. She slumped down, leaning against a wall. It seemed a sensible plan, just to pause for a while, until she got her strength back.

Geist rested her head back, and for a second let her eyes close. If she could just sleep for a few minutes, she would wake refreshed. Not really aware of what she was doing, the young woman idly traced one finger down to the torn crotch of her outfit. Just a short rest was what she needed, and what better way to relax than to play, just for a little?

The poison continued to work, silently paralysing the heroine’s mind as it lulled her into drugged oblivion. She was now sprawled, one hand gently touching herself, eyes closed, a rivulet of dribble escaping the corner of her slack mouth. All thoughts of concentrating on her powers had vanished, and soon all thoughts of anything else vanished as well.

* * *

The Gadgeteer had originally intended to pass on her report to The Anaesthetist, but when she checked the computer system, she saw that he was otherwise engaged. She knew that he would not be happy if she interrupted him while he toyed with a heroine. So, the villainess issued an instruction to the security system, requesting that she be informed when he had finished, and then she returned to her workshop. She had an idea that she did not seem to be able to get out of her mind, and some experimenting was in order.

First she disabled the security cameras. There was no point in advertising what she was about to attempt. To all intents and purposes anyone viewing the room would see her hard at work on gadgets, not aware that they were effectively watching ‘stock footage’. Then she locked the door, just to make sure that she was not disturbed.

She was not sure exactly what was driving her. The Anaesthetist’s commands were very specific that she should not remember, but she knew that the thought of drugging herself was making her incredible hot. She rationalised this, thinking how many beautiful captives she had seen drugged, helpless and somehow all the more desirable because of it.

Taking one of her control collars, the villainess disabled the locking mechanism, (she certainly wanted to be able to take it off when she was finished). Then she set about emptying all of the reservoirs, except the one filled with sedative. The Gadgeteer took a deep breath, for a moment she wondered whether this was really such a good idea. But then, the memory of the blissful look on Joanne’s face helped to strengthen her resolve and she carefully clipped the collar around her slender neck.

She shivered at the sensation, a mixture of fear and arousal. Then, before her courage waned, she lay carefully down on the couch and entered a complex command into her remote. With that, a measured dose of sedative was administered. It travelled quickly around the young woman’s body, and she let out a soft gasp as she felt it start to work.

At this dose the drug acted gently, soothing her to sleep. The Gadgeteer knew what was happening, but was of course powerless to stop it. The sensation was incredibly erotic, and for some reason she found herself thinking of The Adherer, or Jo, she corrected herself. Her body relaxed and she felt as strange tingling sensation in her hands and face. Then her vision seemed to dim slightly, and her eyelids began to feel so heavy. Her entire body felt light as a feather, but somehow almost too heavy to move.

The villainess felt so aroused, but as she came closer and closer to orgasm, she slowly slipped into a deep and dreamless sleep. Her body shuddered slightly, responding to her arousal even while she was totally unaware.

* * *

Fifteen minutes later she awoke, the small dose wore off quickly and without any residual effects. The experience had been so incredible; she could not imagine why she had not tried it earlier. Images filled her head, thoughts of further drugging, perhaps even some bondage. Then, suddenly she found herself imagining what it would be like to ‘ride’ the Programmer. Shocked, the villainess dismissed such thoughts. How could she even think of such a thing?

Shaking her head in confusion, she busied herself on returning everything to normal. Soon the cameras were once again showing a true picture of the room, and the door was unsealed. It was only then that The Gadgeteer noticed that she had received a signal while she slept. It seemed that The Anaesthetist had finished with his latest victim.

To be continued…

Putting the lair back in order

The Gadgeteer spent several minutes explaining the results of the drug trial. She neglected to mention how Joanne had ended up kneeling, while she ate the villainess out and The Anaesthetist was pleased that she didn’t seem to recall his intervention at all.

Once his minion had finished her report, he explained that he needed her to collect an errant superheroine for him. He needed her out of the way for a while, so that he could make some preparations of his own.

* * *

Although the villainess would normally have sent one of her robots to recover an escapee, The Anaesthetist was explicit that she should do it herself. She stopped at a nearby armoury to load up on gadgets (although she had been told that the woman had been neutralised, it never hurt to be cautious) and then entered the steam tunnels.

She had already scattered numerous sensors throughout the tunnel network, and without the ability to ‘cloak’ herself, the fallen heroine was easy to locate. The Gadgeteer approached, with what looked like a small crossbow in one hand. Geist had collapsed against the tunnel wall, fingers still twitching, deep inside her pussy. The villainess’ instructions were clear; the woman was to be restrained before being returned to her cell. But she was not to be collared (apparently the villain’s twisted sense of ‘honour’ allowed her that much).

Still wary of a trap, the villainess moved closer, keeping her weapon trained on the nearly motionless woman. Eventually, she convinced herself that the heroine was indeed helpless, and holstered her crossbow. Swiftly, The Gadgeteer hooked a sleep mask over her captive’s mouth and nose. The soft hiss of gas left her doubly sure that Geist would not be waking anytime soon.

A small square of plastic film replaced the patch, which had been so effective in neutralising Geist’s powers. This sealed itself seamlessly again her skin, forming a bond that could not simply be pulled free. Using another spray can, she was able to repair the heroine’s torn uniform, leaving no evidence of the earlier damage.

Then, the villainess activated the film, sending pulses of pleasure through the unconscious woman’s body. She watched for a few moments, revelling in how attractive her sedated prisoner appeared, while she was lifted gently towards the first of many helpless orgasms.

Stirring from her reverie, The Gadgeteer worked quickly to complete Geist’s bondage. Thin plastic cuffs soon trapped the young heroine’s wrists and ankles. But, in deference to The Anaesthetist’s instructions, she did not activate their electronics.

Finally, she took a small disc from her bandoleer, and stuck it carefully to the front of Geist’s costume. The device activated, its rapidly depleting batteries creating a small null-gravity sphere. The effect was to reduce the heroine’s effective weight for just long enough to allow the villainess to man-handle her back into the villain’s lair, and her own personal cell.

* * *

While his minion was busy securing Geist, The Anaesthetist was reviewing his personal surveillance logs. Although she was certainly the best in the field, he chose not to take all his technology from The Gadgeteer. His cameras were much less sophisticated, but, given that no one else was aware of their presence, they saw things that no other cameras could.

He was amused at how quickly and readily the villainess had apparently accepted his suggestions. He assumed that she must already have harboured similar desires, and that it had just taken some gentle prodding to bring them to the surface. It would be interesting to see just how much further he could push her.

Ostensibly checking on Joanne’s progress, The Anaesthetist made his way into The Gadgeteer’s workshop. Moving casually, he was able to find a position where he could shield his actions from prying eyes. Once he was sure that he was unobserved, the villain used his surprising dexterity to ‘palm’ the modified capture collar.

He affected an interest in Joanne’s storage cylinder, all the while carefully manipulating the collar, and introducing a very small amount of green liquid into the sedative reservoir. He lingered for a while, after returning the collar to its resting place, checking notes and poking at some equipment. Then, satisfied, he waved brightly to The Adherer in her plastic prison, and left the room.

* * *

The two supervillains met up outside Geist’s cell. The Anaesthetist took the opportunity to compliment his minion on her work, and then began to discuss the next stage in his plan.

“We now know that the formula seems to work,” he began, “But, before we get too excited, I think we need to make sure that it will help us to get that damn machine of yours working!”

The Gadgeteer forced herself to remain silent. They had both put so much effort into ‘that damn machine’ and yet, because it did not work as planned, for the moment it was her machine. She did not doubt for a second that it would just as quickly become his machine if The Confectioner’s drug actually allowed it to function.

Seemingly oblivious to her seething anger, the villain continued. “Why don’t you introduce Joanne to the Programmer?”

The villainess nodded quickly, eager to get away before she said something stupid. As she turned to leave, the villain threw one last remark.

“Probably best not to use the drug on anyone important, at least until we are sure that it doesn’t have any long term side effects.”

She cringed, once again shocked by how cold her erstwhile boss could be, dismissing his former colleague’s fate so easily. The Gadgeteer found herself wondering, not for the first time, whether she should just flee, before she too became expendable.

The villainess knew that, for the moment, her talents were too useful to waste, but she couldn’t shift the feeling that she was living on borrowed time.

She continued this internal debate while she followed her instructions. By the time she had returned to her workshop, the young woman had come to the conclusion that for the moment at least, the benefits of continuing to work for The Anaesthetist outweighed the risks. She knew that this would change, and vowed to be as far away from him as possible when he decided to betray her.

* * *

While the villainess started to prepare Joanne for the experiment, The Anaesthetist visited Dr. Castle in her cell. True to his word, the scientist had remained unfettered and conscious. Of course, much to her disgust she had also remained entirely naked. The young scientist tried to cover herself as best she could, when the villain entered her cell. His sly smirk suggested that she was not doing a very good job though.

“You’ve done well,” he told her happily. “The liquid seems to perform exactly as advertised.”

* * *

Natasha was not sure how to react, the scientist within her was proud. Synthesising such a complex chemical had been a major breakthrough. But, she also knew that by doing so, she was helping this criminal with his nefarious schemes.

* * *

“I’ve got one more task that I need your help with,” the villain said, “I need you to turn the liquid into an aerosol.”

The Anaesthetist watched the captive scientist, looking for her reaction. She was very good, he realised. Without the benefit of the truth drug he very nearly missed it. But just before she covered her reaction, with a look of shock, he noted a brief, calculating expression as a plan formed in her lightning-quick mind. The villain suppressed a smile, it was good that she had an escape plan to focus on, that way she would be distracted when he sprung his own trap.

To be continued…

Programming the girls

The Gadgeteer kept one finger on the remote’s ‘activate’ button as she allowed Joanne to wake from her drugged slumber. She wasn’t sure how well the earbuds would work, and didn’t want to risk being asphyxiated by the former villainess. Slowly, the young woman began to rouse; she blinked, looking dazed and confused. Then, she focussed on The Gadgeteer, who tensed, waiting for her reaction.

“Hi, Gadgets,” Joanne slurred slightly. “What’s happening to me?”

The villainess relaxed slightly. “Aren’t you angry, being all tied up like that, Jo?”

“No… I don’t think so… It’s really nice being all tied up and naked isn’t it, Gadgets?”

The woman appeared somewhat confused, but so far she had remained completely calm. The Gadgeteer tried one last question. “So you don’t want to do anything bad to me, Jo?”

“No, Gadgets… I’d never do anything to harm you…”

“Okay, Jo. I’m going to let you have some more of my wonderful drugs now, won’t that be nice?”

“Yes… so nice… then I can show how much I want to thank you…” the captive woman whispered as The Confectioner’s formula once more flowed into her brain.

Several minutes later, using another of her anti-gravity discs, The Gadgeteer had moved Joanne onto the prototype Programmer. The young woman was chained, kneeling against the metal framework. Her wrists and ankles secured. Directly in front of her, was a large display screen, currently showing just a small blinking cursor.

The villainess took her time, carefully easing the large vibrator into the woman’s already dripping pussy. Once it was in place, she shortened Joanne’s ankle chains, making sure that no matter how hard she struggled, she would not be able to pull it completely out. As she worked, The Gadgeteer fought hard, determined not to look at Joanne’s face, her dazed, calm expression and her glassy eyes.

She had to get a grip on herself, the whole process was making her so hot. Part of her wanted to join Joanne where she was now, to impale her own body on another vibrator and let herself be seduced into darkness, while she ground her body against her fellow captive. She needed a cold shower, the villainess chided herself. Focus on the job at hand, plenty of time for playing later.

The Gadgeteer finally got her ardour under control, at least for the moment. She took Joanne gently by the chin, and lifted her head. With a soft ‘click’ she locked her collar to the metal framework, holding her head up, so that her eyes stared directly towards the screen. Then she activated the vibrator and watched longingly as the woman began to press herself down on its long shaft.

All that remained was for her to start up the training program. But she couldn’t resist leaning forward and stealing a soft, lingering kiss before she did so. The girl’s tongues met and for a moment the villainess lost herself. Joanne was making soft noises, enjoying her stimulation and she eagerly returned The Gadgeteer’s kiss. Finally, the villainess reluctantly drew back, gently stroked Joanne’s hair and then with a last, sad glance, she started the program.

* * *

The Anaesthetist watched from his observation room as the two women kissed deeply. The good doctor Castle had suggested that even such a small action might transfer enough drug to have an affect. The villain decided to risk another experiment. He altered the controls to his lair’s broadcast system, making any words barely perceivable. Then he sent a simple message throughout the base.

“You want to wear your collar, while you watch her squirm!”

He sat back and waited to see if anything would happen.

* * *

A strange hissing sound came from the room’s speakers, causing The Gadgeteer to jump. She made a mental note to recheck the system, before returning her attention to her captive. Whirling patterns of light played over Joanne’s face. She gazed, slack mouthed into the display, hidden messages burying themselves deeply into her brain. The villainess had written the program especially for her, removing some of The Anaesthetist’s instructions and replacing them with what she considered to be much more gentle commands.

This had never worked before of course, but with this new drug, it seemed possible that they would make a breakthrough. But as much as she tried to remain distant and analytical, the young woman’s mind kept drifting onto more pleasurable and erotic themes. She had to admit that Joanne looked beautiful as she was, drugged, chained, naked and helpless. She could imagine her program, burrowing into the girl's defenceless brain, rewriting, altering, manipulating.

Something hard brushed against her arm and looking down she saw the collar that she had adapted earlier. Idly she wondered if she could try a little tiny dose while she watched. The program had nearly an hour to run after all. Not enough to knock her out, but perhaps enough to feel nice drowsy and spaced out a little. She was about to close the collar around her throat when she stopped short. She knew that she had already checked it, and although that almost seemed enough, she decided it was safer to be thorough.

Her fairly cursory check did not identify anything untoward. There was no external sign of The Anaesthetist’s interference. All the other reservoirs remained empty and the locking mechanism was disabled. Thus reassured, the villainess eagerly clipped the collar around her neck and then used her remote to allow a small trickle of drug into her system.

* * *

The Anaesthetist watched, two beautiful women vying for his attention. Joanne, naked and shackled to the Programmer, drugged into submission and gazing with focussed attention into the hypnotic display. Her body moving sinuously, arching and thrusting as she rode the fiendish machine. Then, The Gadgeteer (or Beth, he corrected himself), watching her former associate as she drugged herself into sleepy arousal. A blissful look had settled on her features and the villain marvelled at how easily she was falling into his trap.

He quietly left his chamber, and once more made his way to the workshop. He crossed the room quickly, plucking the remote from The Gadgeteer’s unresisting fingers. Carefully he altered the timer, making sure that the villainess’ collar would continue to administer its injection until he told it to stop. Then, trying to ignore Joanne’s moaning, he began to talk to his minion again.

“Hello again, Beth,” he began, his force soft but firm. “We’re going to have another little chat now and, just like last time, there’s no need for you to remember it consciously.”

The villainess nodded slightly, her eyes still fixed on Joanne as she thrashed.

“There’s a good girl, you just concentrate on watching Jo being programmed and don’t worry about consciously listening to me. Just let your unconscious mind soak up everything I say. Okay, Beth?”

“Yes,” the villainess sighed, her eyes glassy as they continued to stare.

“Its so nice wearing that collar, isn’t it, Beth, how it makes you feel?”

“Mmmmm”, breathed The Gadgeteer, “so nice”.

“Good girl, Beth, you’ll want to wear it more often I expect then,” he continued.

“Yes, nice to wear it more often”.

“Yes, Beth, it’s nice to wear it as much as you can”.

“Yes”, she agreed

“Such a good girl, Beth, and you could really wear it all the time couldn’t you?”

At this, the villainess paused, a look of confusion on her face as she fought an internal battle against the suggestion.

Sensing her resistance, the villain continued quickly. “It doesn’t need to be working all the time does it? And you could take it off when ever you wanted, of course.”

Slowly she seemed to calm. “Yes, of course could take it off.”

“And you remember how you disabled the lock don’t you, Beth?” The Anaesthetist coaxed gently.

“Yes, I removed the charge.”

“Good girl,” he congratulated her, understanding that she had taken the small pyrotechnic device out of the locking mechanism. This device would fuse the lock solid when the collar was armed, preventing easy removal. An evil smile crossed his features, as he pondered his next move. Then, he spoke softly to his minion once more.

“Beth, you need to focus on Jo now, just watch her and don’t worry about me until I talk to you again. Can you do that for me, Beth?”

“Yes, focus on Jo,” she husked.

“Good girl!”

The Anaesthetist searched around the workshop, before finally returning to where Beth now sat with a look of rapt attention fixed on her face. He placed his salvage on the worktop beside her. Then, he began to make some minor adjustments to her collar. First, he loaded a full syringe of The Confectioner’s green toxin into one of the empty reservoirs. Next, he signalled the collar to administer this to Beth, in addition to the sedative. The trace amounts that he had mixed with the sedative wouldn't be enough for what he had in mind.

Once he was sure that she was receiving a hefty dose of both drugs, the villain began to carefully rearm the locking device. It was fiddly work; the charge had never been designed to be inserted while the collar was being worn. But, with his almost preternatural deftness, he was able to eventually get it into place. He was tempted to fire the charge now, but suspected that she had designed some kind of failsafe into the system, just in case she was ever forced to wear one. No, he decided, this called for subtly.

“Beth,” he whispered urgently. “Listen very carefully to me now.”

Immediately the woman’s attention turned back to The Anaesthetist.

“Good girl, Beth. You want to wear that collar all the time, don’t you?”

This time there was no hesitation. “Yes.”

“Such a good girl. But you know what will happen when you wake up and see it don’t you, Beth?”

The Gadgeteer blinked slowly. “Not sure, think…” She trailed off into silence.

“That’s okay, Beth. When you see it you’ll think about taking it off, wont you?”

“Yes take it off,” she agreed, seemingly happier now he wasn’t asking her to do more than that.

“That’s right, Beth. But you don’t want to take it off do you?”

“No, want wear all the time.”

“Good girl. Well I think I know a way to let that happen. But you’ll have to help me, Beth. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Good Girl.”

“Yes, Beth, you are such a good girl,” the villain smiled. “What I need you to do is to forget about the collar completely. To forget you’re wearing it, to let your conscious mind ignore it totally. That way you won’t ever think about taking it off.”

The villainess didn’t look very confident, but she hadn’t disagreed or refused to accept his instructions, so The Anaesthetist decided to press on.

“From now on, Beth, you won’t consciously be aware of the collar you are wearing. If you look at yourself you will not see it, and you can ignore the feel and weight of it. If you do try to think about it, you’ll find your thoughts drifting onto drugs, bondage and all those other more interesting, sexy things. You’ll do that for me now wont you, Beth?”

“Yes,” she slurred, finding that it was so much easier to just agree now.

“Good girl, Beth. Now tell me, what will happen if you try to think about your collar?”

“Think about drugging, bondage, sexy things instead.”

“Good girl, and this wont seem strange at all now will it? Just sexy thoughts until you forget what you were trying to think about?”

“Yes, not strange”

“That’s great, Beth, I’m so pleased. Now, when you wake up in a bit, I want you to let your unconscious mind remember everything we’ve spoken about. You’ll finish the experiment with Jo, then come back and report to me. You don’t need to worry about drugging yourself anymore, Beth, I’ll be more than happy to help you. After all, it’s what I do best isn’t it?”

“Yes, best,” she agreed eagerly.

“Good girl,” he laughed, “I’ll leave you to it then, dear Beth, have fun!”

Before he walked happily out of the workshop, the villain deactivated her collar, stopping the steady flow of drugs. He knew that he would be back in the observation room before she fully recovered, and wondered how she would react to his suggestions. Already he was composing the script, which he intended to show his minion as soon as possible, preferably while she was comfortably strapped to the Programmer.

To be continued…

Ampere’s Tricky Trial

The Gadgeteer woke slowly from her daze. Briefly, her drug-addled brain attempted to process what had happened. But then, The Anaesthetist’s suggestions began to exert their subtle effect and she found herself concentrating totally on her captive’s moans and futile struggles. It was clear that the process had almost ended, and the poor girl was completely spent. Soon, all of the villainess’ questions had been forgotten and she focussed on the task at hand. She didn’t even notice that her fingers were tracing slow circles over the seam of her leotard.

Five minutes later, the light-show slowed and finally ended. Joanne hung in her bonds, too exhausted to try to lift herself from the vibrator, which even now continued to throb and stimulate her. The young woman’s body glistened with sweat. She was an incredible appealing sight, the villainess had to admit, and she had to restrain herself from taking her pleasure then and there.

Very gently, The Gadgeteer began to ease her captive from the machine. First she shut down the vibrator. Then, she unclipped the collar from the frame, allowing Joanne’s head to loll forward onto her ample chest. Finally she released each cuff, and carefully lowered Joanne to the floor. The villainess stroked one hand along the side of the girl’s face. She felt a strange connection with the fallen villainess, and it made her shiver.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you, Joanne,” she whispered. “I promise you that.”

Smiling softly at the irony of such a promise, knowing that Joanne would almost certainly consider her present situation ‘bad’, the villainess carefully secured the young woman’s wrists and ankles. She ran a finger over the smooth surface of The Adherer’s collar, idly touching her own as she did so, but somehow not seeming to notice.

* * *

Leaving Beth to complete her work for the moment, the villain once again turned his attention to the captives. The first heroine had managed to escape his gauntlet, but unfortunately, (for her at least), not his lair. Still, that was enough to grant her a momentary reprieve. The second heroine would not fare as well, he was sure. Her trial would be even more fiendish.

The task, he decided on was surprisingly simple. It required the heroine to complete a logic puzzle. Of course, time pressure and a couple of erotic ‘distractions’ would make it a little more challenging. In the end, the puzzle itself wasn’t important, so long as it kept the young woman occupied.

The villain was pleased to find Ampere almost exactly where he had left her. It was obvious that she was still deeply asleep, and yet despite that, her body had continued to respond to the ‘uninvited guest’ he had so thoughtfully left with her. Even in her drug-induced slumber, the heroine moved sluggishly, hips slowly pumping. He watched as she tensed slightly and shuddered, before once again seeming to calm and settle.

He was not in any great hurry, and so spent some time unwrapping his pretty package. After she was free, he used a special solvent to clean the sticky gum from Ampere’s body. Finally, and quite reluctantly, he removed the special dildo, struggling to maintain his grip on the slippery thing as it writhed and squirmed in his hands.

The injection would be wearing off soon, but there was just enough time to complete his ‘preparations’. Not knowing the extent of her abilities, The Anaesthetist chose to keep this part of his lair powered down. He would watch her progress through a simple optical system, hopefully avoiding the risk of her somehow subverting his network.

* * *

Ampere suddenly became aware of several things at once. She felt cool air against her skin and knew that she must be naked. She didn’t recognise the room in which she found herself, and she felt an unnatural warmth suffusing her body. Taking all these things together, she realised that she was in deep trouble.

Carefully she began to scan the room around her, using all of her senses (including the preternatural ones). No power-sources were obvious; in fact the entire area seemed to have been shut down. The room itself was almost featureless, dimly lit from the ceiling (she checked again but whatever was causing that glow it wasn’t electrical). Two things drew her attention, a large hatch on the opposite wall (with no visible way of getting it open) and a small table in the centre of the chamber.

“Welcome,” boomed a mechanical voice, “I am The Anaesthetist and, sadly for you, you are my prisoner”

Ampere tried to remember everything she knew about this villain, but beyond his predilection for kidnapping young woman (and more especially drugging and subduing them chemically) there wasn’t really very much on the files.

“As you may know, it is traditional for me to give you one chance to escape my clutches. If you are able to beat my trial, then you can go free. Of course, when… ahem, I mean if you fail, then you will be mine to do with as I wish.”

The heroine knew that she had no real option but to play the villain’s sick game. The only thing in the room, besides her, was the table. Rising, she carefully walked over, wary of traps. She reached it without incident, and as she got closer, she saw a series of blocks, which seemed imbedded in the table’s surface.

She counted eight blocks, each numbered. Alongside each block was a letter, A through to H. Slightly further away, the following was inscribed on the tabletop:

“B+E=2C; C+F=2A; A+B=2H; C=D=2G; D+F=2H; B+H=2G; A+H=2C; D+G=2B; A+E=2F; A≠6”

Ampere shook her head slowly, a logic puzzle, how she hated logic puzzles. Still, there seemed nothing for it. Gently she took hold of the first block and pulled, it came out of its recess easily. She heard a soft ‘click’ and suddenly she was aware of a soft hissing sound. The heroine looked around, and immediately saw that a fine mist was issuing into the room through previously hidden vents.

She tried to replace the block, but this did not seem to halt the gas’ progress. Realising that it was a race against the clock now, Ampere turned her attention back to the puzzle, trying not to think about the gas, or what affect it might have on her.

* * *

In the observation room, the villain grinned, it was predictable that, rather than wait until she had worked out the solution, the heroine had moved a piece straight away, thus triggering his trap. Of course, had she surprised him by trying to fathom it out first, he would almost certainly have tripped the gas remotely. The Anaesthetist continued to watch, wondering when she would begin to notice the effects of his earlier ‘preparation’.

…

Ampere looked again at the clues, she knew that all the information she would need was there, right in front of her. But still the solution eluded her. The clue must be that “A wasn’t six” she reasoned. But that only eliminated one possibility. The heroine glanced over her shoulder, nervously, and saw that the gas was advancing slowly, pooling on the floor and flowing towards her. Already she could sense a slightly chemical taint in the air around her.

She tried to control her rising panic, she had to concentrate. Ampere stared at the blocks, willing them to give up their secret. Thoughtlessly she pressed her thighs tightly together, rubbing them back and forth and enjoying the delicious pressure. There had to be something she was missing surely?

* * *

The villain watched in amusement as his captive became more flushed. He could see her reactions clearly now, and knew that his second injection was beginning to work. Of course, it wasn’t fair, the puzzle was tricky enough without adding complications, but then being a villain, he wasn’t expected to be fair.

* * *

“Okay, the only two numbers which aren’t doubled here are D and E, so they are the only ones which can be one and eight. But I’ve still got no idea which is which,” thought Ampere as she began to trace a finger down over her stomach.

“So four can only be one plus three and fourteen can only be eight plus six. That gives me A as three and G as six. Then D must be eight and E is one. God, I might actually do this.”

By now her finger had completed is slow slide, and was even now energetically rubbing between her legs. But she was too focussed. Now that the puzzle seemed to be giving up its secrets, she wasn’t paying attention to what her body was doing or feeling.

“Half way there,” she gasped almost cumming in her excitement. “So, that must mean that C is four while F is two.”

Carefully, using her one free hand, the heroine began to arrange the blocks. By now, the mist had covered the floor, and had risen to the level of her waist. Then, as her relentless ministrations finally reached a crescendo, the young woman collapsed to her knees, the climax much stronger than any she had experienced before.

She knelt gasping, inadvertently sucking in great lungfuls of the gas. By the time the orgasm had passed, she was barely able to pull herself back to her feet. Ampere’s head swam, and yet still her fingers worked deftly, trying to relieve the ‘itch’ that she did not seem able to satisfy. She staggered back to the table, only two blocks needed to be placed.

Ampere felt as if she was moving at half speed, while everything continued normally around her. The gas crept up over her chest, as the solution to the puzzle danced tantalisingly out of reach. Slowly she reached out, a plan forming.

“Two blocks, two possible solutions, just need to try both,” she realised.

The gas had just crested her chin when she pushed the last block into place and with a loud hiss, the hatch opened, allowing the collected gas to flow out into the corridor beyond.

“H is five and B is seven!” she shouted.

* * *

The Anaesthetist briefly applauded the heroine as she made her way unsteadily out of his trap. He smiled briefly at how she continued to pleasure herself, even as she walked. Who would have imagined that she would be able to solve the puzzle? Brains as well as beauty, what an exciting combination.

“Enjoy your freedom, while it lasts, my dear,” he whispered.

* * *

The young woman had stepped out into a corridor. She cast around for an energy source again, but was disappointed once more. Fighting a feeling of vertigo, she stumbled towards another metal hatch. Briefly she struggled with the large wheel that held it shut, but soon she had forced it open and made her way cautiously into the steam tunnels much as Geist had done before her.

Only now did Ampere realise where her hand was, and the shocked heroine stopped touching herself immediately. The urge was still there, gnawing away. When her attention wandered, she found her hand dipping down again, trying to resume its work. But no longer consumed by the puzzle, she was able to resist the temptation, at least for the most part.

As the heroine picked her way carefully through the abandoned tunnels, two things became clear. Firstly, that the tunnels were a veritable maze and secondly, that while the area around her ‘test’ had been shutdown, beyond the hatch there was power aplenty. Moments later, a suitably refreshed and reinvigorated Ampere began to retrace her steps.

She continued to siphon energy as she stalked ahead, letting her energy levels build and burning the drugs out of her system. She knew that she needed to be at the top of her game. She had managed one escape, but she had to admit, it was more by luck than judgement. Geist was counting on her, and she knew that she could not let the young woman down.

To be continued…

Ampere’s Tricky Trial

The Gadgeteer woke slowly from her daze. Briefly, her drug-addled brain attempted to process what had happened. But then, The Anaesthetist’s suggestions began to exert their subtle effect and she found herself concentrating totally on her captive’s moans and futile struggles. It was clear that the process had almost ended, and the poor girl was completely spent. Soon, all of the villainess’ questions had been forgotten and she focussed on the task at hand. She didn’t even notice that her fingers were tracing slow circles over the seam of her leotard.

Five minutes later, the light-show slowed and finally ended. Joanne hung in her bonds, too exhausted to try to lift herself from the vibrator, which even now continued to throb and stimulate her. The young woman’s body glistened with sweat. She was an incredible appealing sight, the villainess had to admit, and she had to restrain herself from taking her pleasure then and there.

Very gently, The Gadgeteer began to ease her captive from the machine. First she shut down the vibrator. Then, she unclipped the collar from the frame, allowing Joanne’s head to loll forward onto her ample chest. Finally she released each cuff, and carefully lowered Joanne to the floor. The villainess stroked one hand along the side of the girl’s face. She felt a strange connection with the fallen villainess, and it made her shiver.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you, Joanne,” she whispered. “I promise you that.”

Smiling softly at the irony of such a promise, knowing that Joanne would almost certainly consider her present situation ‘bad’, the villainess carefully secured the young woman’s wrists and ankles. She ran a finger over the smooth surface of The Adherer’s collar, idly touching her own as she did so, but somehow not seeming to notice.

* * *

Leaving Beth to complete her work for the moment, the villain once again turned his attention to the captives. The first heroine had managed to escape his gauntlet, but unfortunately, (for her at least), not his lair. Still, that was enough to grant her a momentary reprieve. The second heroine would not fare as well, he was sure. Her trial would be even more fiendish.

The task, he decided on was surprisingly simple. It required the heroine to complete a logic puzzle. Of course, time pressure and a couple of erotic ‘distractions’ would make it a little more challenging. In the end, the puzzle itself wasn’t important, so long as it kept the young woman occupied.

The villain was pleased to find Ampere almost exactly where he had left her. It was obvious that she was still deeply asleep, and yet despite that, her body had continued to respond to the ‘uninvited guest’ he had so thoughtfully left with her. Even in her drug-induced slumber, the heroine moved sluggishly, hips slowly pumping. He watched as she tensed slightly and shuddered, before once again seeming to calm and settle.

He was not in any great hurry, and so spent some time unwrapping his pretty package. After she was free, he used a special solvent to clean the sticky gum from Ampere’s body. Finally, and quite reluctantly, he removed the special dildo, struggling to maintain his grip on the slippery thing as it writhed and squirmed in his hands.

The injection would be wearing off soon, but there was just enough time to complete his ‘preparations’. Not knowing the extent of her abilities, The Anaesthetist chose to keep this part of his lair powered down. He would watch her progress through a simple optical system, hopefully avoiding the risk of her somehow subverting his network.

* * *

Ampere suddenly became aware of several things at once. She felt cool air against her skin and knew that she must be naked. She didn’t recognise the room in which she found herself, and she felt an unnatural warmth suffusing her body. Taking all these things together, she realised that she was in deep trouble.

Carefully she began to scan the room around her, using all of her senses (including the preternatural ones). No power-sources were obvious; in fact the entire area seemed to have been shut down. The room itself was almost featureless, dimly lit from the ceiling (she checked again but whatever was causing that glow it wasn’t electrical). Two things drew her attention, a large hatch on the opposite wall (with no visible way of getting it open) and a small table in the centre of the chamber.

“Welcome,” boomed a mechanical voice, “I am The Anaesthetist and, sadly for you, you are my prisoner”

Ampere tried to remember everything she knew about this villain, but beyond his predilection for kidnapping young woman (and more especially drugging and subduing them chemically) there wasn’t really very much on the files.

“As you may know, it is traditional for me to give you one chance to escape my clutches. If you are able to beat my trial, then you can go free. Of course, when… ahem, I mean if you fail, then you will be mine to do with as I wish.”

The heroine knew that she had no real option but to play the villain’s sick game. The only thing in the room, besides her, was the table. Rising, she carefully walked over, wary of traps. She reached it without incident, and as she got closer, she saw a series of blocks, which seemed imbedded in the table’s surface.

She counted eight blocks, each numbered. Alongside each block was a letter, A through to H. Slightly further away, the following was inscribed on the tabletop:

“B+E=2C; C+F=2A; A+B=2H; C=D=2G; D+F=2H; B+H=2G; A+H=2C; D+G=2B; A+E=2F; A≠6”

Ampere shook her head slowly, a logic puzzle, how she hated logic puzzles. Still, there seemed nothing for it. Gently she took hold of the first block and pulled, it came out of its recess easily. She heard a soft ‘click’ and suddenly she was aware of a soft hissing sound. The heroine looked around, and immediately saw that a fine mist was issuing into the room through previously hidden vents.

She tried to replace the block, but this did not seem to halt the gas’ progress. Realising that it was a race against the clock now, Ampere turned her attention back to the puzzle, trying not to think about the gas, or what affect it might have on her.

* * *

In the observation room, the villain grinned, it was predictable that, rather than wait until she had worked out the solution, the heroine had moved a piece straight away, thus triggering his trap. Of course, had she surprised him by trying to fathom it out first, he would almost certainly have tripped the gas remotely. The Anaesthetist continued to watch, wondering when she would begin to notice the effects of his earlier ‘preparation’.

…

Ampere looked again at the clues, she knew that all the information she would need was there, right in front of her. But still the solution eluded her. The clue must be that “A wasn’t six” she reasoned. But that only eliminated one possibility. The heroine glanced over her shoulder, nervously, and saw that the gas was advancing slowly, pooling on the floor and flowing towards her. Already she could sense a slightly chemical taint in the air around her.

She tried to control her rising panic, she had to concentrate. Ampere stared at the blocks, willing them to give up their secret. Thoughtlessly she pressed her thighs tightly together, rubbing them back and forth and enjoying the delicious pressure. There had to be something she was missing surely?

* * *

The villain watched in amusement as his captive became more flushed. He could see her reactions clearly now, and knew that his second injection was beginning to work. Of course, it wasn’t fair, the puzzle was tricky enough without adding complications, but then being a villain, he wasn’t expected to be fair.

* * *

“Okay, the only two numbers which aren’t doubled here are D and E, so they are the only ones which can be one and eight. But I’ve still got no idea which is which,” thought Ampere as she began to trace a finger down over her stomach.

“So four can only be one plus three and fourteen can only be eight plus six. That gives me A as three and G as six. Then D must be eight and E is one. God, I might actually do this.”

By now her finger had completed is slow slide, and was even now energetically rubbing between her legs. But she was too focussed. Now that the puzzle seemed to be giving up its secrets, she wasn’t paying attention to what her body was doing or feeling.

“Half way there,” she gasped almost cumming in her excitement. “So, that must mean that C is four while F is two.”

Carefully, using her one free hand, the heroine began to arrange the blocks. By now, the mist had covered the floor, and had risen to the level of her waist. Then, as her relentless ministrations finally reached a crescendo, the young woman collapsed to her knees, the climax much stronger than any she had experienced before.

She knelt gasping, inadvertently sucking in great lungfuls of the gas. By the time the orgasm had passed, she was barely able to pull herself back to her feet. Ampere’s head swam, and yet still her fingers worked deftly, trying to relieve the ‘itch’ that she did not seem able to satisfy. She staggered back to the table, only two blocks needed to be placed.

Ampere felt as if she was moving at half speed, while everything continued normally around her. The gas crept up over her chest, as the solution to the puzzle danced tantalisingly out of reach. Slowly she reached out, a plan forming.

“Two blocks, two possible solutions, just need to try both,” she realised.

The gas had just crested her chin when she pushed the last block into place and with a loud hiss, the hatch opened, allowing the collected gas to flow out into the corridor beyond.

“H is five and B is seven!” she shouted.

* * *

The Anaesthetist briefly applauded the heroine as she made her way unsteadily out of his trap. He smiled briefly at how she continued to pleasure herself, even as she walked. Who would have imagined that she would be able to solve the puzzle? Brains as well as beauty, what an exciting combination.

“Enjoy your freedom, while it lasts, my dear,” he whispered.

* * *

The young woman had stepped out into a corridor. She cast around for an energy source again, but was disappointed once more. Fighting a feeling of vertigo, she stumbled towards another metal hatch. Briefly she struggled with the large wheel that held it shut, but soon she had forced it open and made her way cautiously into the steam tunnels much as Geist had done before her.

Only now did Ampere realise where her hand was, and the shocked heroine stopped touching herself immediately. The urge was still there, gnawing away. When her attention wandered, she found her hand dipping down again, trying to resume its work. But no longer consumed by the puzzle, she was able to resist the temptation, at least for the most part.

As the heroine picked her way carefully through the abandoned tunnels, two things became clear. Firstly, that the tunnels were a veritable maze and secondly, that while the area around her ‘test’ had been shutdown, beyond the hatch there was power aplenty. Moments later, a suitably refreshed and reinvigorated Ampere began to retrace her steps.

She continued to siphon energy as she stalked ahead, letting her energy levels build and burning the drugs out of her system. She knew that she needed to be at the top of her game. She had managed one escape, but she had to admit, it was more by luck than judgement. Geist was counting on her, and she knew that she could not let the young woman down.

To be continued…

Ampere vs Gadgets, Rematch

While Ampere was being prepared for her ordeal, The Gadgeteer had helped a thoroughly drained and defeated Joanne back into her storage cylinder. The villainess had to fight down her own lusts as she looked into her captive’s face and saw only a mixture of adoration and devotion.

Irrational fear gripped her as she packed Joanne away. She could see her own fate reflected in those glassy eyes and knew she couldn’t give her boss any reason to lose his faith in her. That thought led her inexorably back to the pretty security guard and what would happen if she was discovered.

The Gadgeteer once again deactivated the surveillance system, before she opened the secure chest and regarded her prize. It took the villainess only a moment to recognise how badly the woman’s helpless bondage was affecting her. It felt as though she was teetering on the brink, and even the softest breath could push her over the edge, making her lose what little control she had left.

She’d been doing this for so long, but it had never gotten to her this badly before. The villainess tried to understand what was happening, but that just made it worse. The harder she tried to focus, the more her thoughts turned to Stephanie’s naked body, and the collar that controlled her.

She shivered, her fingers stroking lovingly over her own throat, as she fought the urge to climb into the chest and curl up next to Stephanie. This wasn’t helping; she had something she needed to do. Holding onto that thought, she dialled back the dosage that was being administered to her pretty captive. She needed her prisoner to be a little more awake for what she had in mind.

* * *

Stephanie couldn’t tell when she had first begun to notice her surroundings again. It wasn’t something that happened suddenly; rather, it was a gradual process wherein the world began to swim back into focus. She still felt as if her mind was cushioned in a think haze of candy floss, but at least she could feel.

Her vision was blurred, and no amount of blinking could change that. Her limbs felt leaden and unresponsive, which should have worried her, but even her emotions seemed stilted. A shape wavered before her eyes and she heard a soft voice, speaking as if from a great distance.

“Wake up, sleepy pet,” it urged gently. “You can drop back off to sleep again, when we’re finished.”

Stephanie didn’t like the sound of that at all, and she definitely wasn’t anyone’s pet. She opened her mouth, eager to tell this presumptuous woman exactly what she thought. But, her words were slurred to the point of incomprehensibility. It felt as if her tongue was paralysed.

“Hush now,” the voice told her, with an edge of concern. “You’re still too drugged to do much of anything.”

She tried to speak again, with exactly the same result and frustration began to fight against the chemical numbness that gripped her. But then the voice spoke again, and there was so much feeling behind it that Stephanie was compelled to listen.

“I’m sorry, pet,” it said. “I should never have brought you into this. Although, the other option was leaving you to be arrested, so maybe I did you a favour… except I’m pretty certain you won’t see it that way. But, for both our sakes, I need to do something, and I’m going to need your help.”

* * *

The Gadgeteer watched for some sign that the woman understood. She couldn’t risk allowing her to wake anymore, even secured as she was, there was no telling what might happen. She convinced herself that she saw the smallest of nods from her captive, and that was enough.

“Good pet,” she whispered. “Okay, in just a moment I’m going to flood this chest with nanomycelium. It sounds scary, but it really isn’t. This silver goo is going to change you. It’s going to make you better than you’ve ever been and it’s going to feel more wonderful than anything you could imagine.”

“But,” she continued, putting emphasis on each word. “What I want you to do… what you have to do, is to concentrate on who you are. Hold onto that, pet, or when the process is complete, you’ll just be a shiny, silver blank, waiting for me to fill you with whatever I choose and that would be a great pity.”

With that, the villainess activated the pumps, letting the thick silver soup ooze into the chest. For a moment she allowed herself to bask in the warm glow of Stephanie’s melodic moans, and then the lid closed, cutting short the sound of her prisoner’s first orgasm.

* * *

The signal came through almost immediately after that. It had been sent as soon as Ampere escaped. According to The Anaesthetist the heroine had almost been overcome by the combined assault of his ‘orgasmic sedative’ and the powerful tranquillising mist. But that didn’t stop the villainess from loading her bandolier with even more weapons, before pausing to collect a heavy rifle from the armoury.

For what seemed like the hundredth time, she bit back her opinions. It was so foolish to play games with these heroines. They always managed to escape whatever trap you devised and then came back to lay waste to your plotting. Why not simply collar and cuff them? Sure, it wouldn’t fit with some archaic notion of ‘fair play’ but it would certainly get the job done.

Still, there was one thing she could try. It wasn’t exactly going against her orders, but it certainly strayed pretty close to the edge. Smiling happily at the thought of saving her employer from himself, The Gadgeteer picked Ampere’s goggles from the workbench, where she had been making some ‘modifications’, and clipped them to her bandolier. Then, she jogged slowly towards the steam tunnel entrance.

* * *

Ampere was heading to the same place, albeit from the opposite direction. She was able to ‘spoof’ the local sensors, convincing them that she wasn’t really there. All the while she continued to carefully draw more energy into herself, alert to the possibility of more traps.

She reached the hatch shortly before the villainess and crouched in a nearby alcove, trying to come up with some sort of plan that would not get her immediately caught. She was still struggling with that conundrum when the hatch began to open.

* * *

The Gadgeteer pushed the door hard, confident that the area outside was safe. She hopped down into the tunnel, tracking her rifle back and forth. The villainess was just about to make a decision about which tunnel to search first, when there was a loud chirping from a small cylinder on her bandolier.

She looked down in surprise as the grenade armed itself. In an instant she was clawing at it, desperate to be rid of it and entire unaware of her surroundings. The grenade arced away, before exploding with a soft pop and filling the tunnel with pink mist. The villainess allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief and then, had just enough time to ask herself why the grenade had gone off, before Ampere’s roundhouse kick connected with her temple.

* * *

Although she didn’t know what any of the villainess’ gadgets did, it seemed fair to assume that she wouldn’t want a grenade near her when it exploded. Ampere then used that distraction to get into the perfect position to launch her attack.

The jarring impact knocked The Gadgeteer back, stunning for an instant. The heroine followed up with a swift punch to the ribs and then dropped low, sweeping the staggered woman’s legs out from under her.

* * *

The Gadgeteer landed hard, the wind knocked out of her. She wasn’t much of a fighter and it was clear that her attacker knew what she was doing. To her consternation, the villainess realised she had dropped the rifle at some point, probably when she was trying to deal with the grenade.

Ampere’s right fist crackled with electricity, and she regarded the fallen villainess with cold eyes.

“Where is Geist?” She demanded.

At first, The Gadgeteer was going to feign ignorance, but, as she stared up into the heroine’s face, she realised she had seen that look before.

“I can show you, p… please don’t hurt me!”

In retrospect the stammer was too much. As the lightning-wreathed fist shot towards her, she triggered her ‘wrist launchers’, hoping that even unaimed they might distract the heroine. A burst of energy shot through her, shutting down her nervous system only moments before her senses were dashed away completely.

* * *

Ampere looked down at the stunned woman. She had noticed the strange way that she was holding her arms and realised at the last moment there was weaponry concealed there. The two darts had barely missed her, and she had no doubt that even one would have been sufficient to fell her.

The heroine worked quickly. In moments she had stripped the villainess, first of her weaponry and then of the leotard. It was a tight squeeze, but with some difficulty she managed to pull on the form-fitting outfit. Ampere was somewhat surprised when she saw the narrow collar adorning the woman’s neck, but she pushed her questions aside. After all, she still had to rescue her friend.

While she was unable to identify the majority of The Gadgeteer’s devices, Ampere knew a set of cuffs when she saw them. It seemed likely that the villainess would know how to free herself, but once the heroine had secured a sleep mask over the woman’s mouth and nose that possibility appeared to have been taken care of.

As Ampere had rifled through the various gadgets, she had seen her goggles, still attached to the bandolier. Her natural caution heightened by recent events, the heroine allowed her perceptions to shift slightly, and began to examine them, watching how the energy flowed. Something was different; she could see that much immediately. Extra circuits had been added and, although it would take far longer than she had to work out what those alterations would do, she knew it was safe to assume they would not be to her benefit.

Hefting The Gadgeteer’s discarded rifle, Ampere stalked cautiously back into the villain’s lair. She left the goggles where they were, not wanting to risk even carrying them. Now clothed and armed, the heroine felt slightly more confident. Still, she couldn’t help recall just how easily she had been captured before, and how much luck had been involved in her escape.

* * *

Some time later The Anaesthetist bent over the supine form of his remaining minion. Her wrists had been cuffed securely behind her, while her glassy-eyed gaze showed that the sedative was working. The villain shook his head in mock disappointment.

“Oh dear, Beth,” he whispered. “Two mistakes I’m afraid will cost you”

He reached over to the discarded bandolier and picked up Ampere’s goggles.

“Mistake one was imagining I was unaware of your tampering,” he said as he hooked the goggles over her eyes. “And mistake two was letting her get the drop on you,” he added before switching them on.

Outwardly, the goggles appeared to be working normally, but that did not tell the whole story. Two tiny drops of The Confectioner’s drug had oozed from the edge of the eyepieces. Mixed with another chemical they were rapidly absorbed through the skin. This left the wearer very susceptible to the hidden messages which invisibly flashed on the lenses:

“You want to lose.”

“Too much effort to struggle.”

“So much nicer to give in.”

He knew that the sleep mask would stop working in a little over five hours. That should be more than enough time for the messages to burrow into her pliant mind. He would then either step in to ‘rescue’ her, or she would be able to get herself loose. Whichever happened, she would doubtless assume that the superheroine had put the goggles on her.

Smiling happily and, not really noticing that he was rapidly running out of ‘help’, the villain strode back into the lair. He had a heroine to capture again, and the hunt was something he relished most of all.

To be continued…

Great stuff as usual, love the idea of the mind programming, keep writing you have a wonderfully creative mind. =D>

Thank you, TimeWaster - you certainly know how to make a girl blush!

I admit that I more or less drifted into fantasies about mind control/reprogramming after initially being only interested in the sleepy fetish (with all the punning you'd expect after that introduction).

Laying Several Traps

Ampere moved carefully through the corridors, her knuckles white where they curled around the weapon’s grip. She had already encountered four concealed traps. Two were electronic, therefore easy to spot and evade. But she had only recognised the second bubble trap because of her previous disastrous encounter. The last device had looked like some kind of landmine and she had decided to completely avoid that corridor, following an entirely different route instead rather than risk the unfamiliar booby-trap.

Navigation initially consisted of following the faint pulse of energy, which filtered into the shutdown portion of the base. Once she had found her way out of the maze of corridors, it became much easier. Data flowed through the walls and ceiling, leading Ampere inexorably towards the nearest computer terminal.

Although the level of security would have stymied even the most confident of hackers, the heroine’s powers meant that she could ‘walk’ into the system, practically unchecked. She quickly identified Geist’s holding cell and plotted the shortest route to get there. Next she disarmed all of the computer-controlled traps and finally, she used the base’s own surveillance system to locate everyone inside the perimeter.

The Gadgeteer was almost exactly where she had left her. Except, bizarrely, she now seemed to be wearing Ampere’s goggles. Something very strange was going on here, first the collar and now her ‘modified’ goggles. The heroine reluctantly returned her focus to rescuing Geist, but filed the information away, her instincts telling her that it might be important later.

She saw Dr Castle, naked but currently unrestrained, pacing inside her cell. The Adherer dozed peacefully in her storage cylinder and Geist lay cuffed and masked in yet another cell. Of The Anaesthetist though, there was no sign. Ampere gently coaxed the system again, looking for signs of tampering, but everything seemed to be running smoothly. It seemed that the only person the security system was currently ‘ignoring’ was Ampere herself.

Unable to shake the uncomfortable feeling that she was missing something, the heroine nevertheless left the terminal and began the short journey to Geist’s cell.

* * *

But, there were two other people within the lair that the security system couldn’t see. Stephanie had been sealed inside the heavily shielded chest, precisely because The Gadgeteer didn’t want to risk her being found. The security guard had no idea of her ‘privileged’ status, in fact, at that precise moment, she was finding it difficult to form any ideas at all.

Her skin prickled, as the thick nanomolecular liquid flowed over her. Fibres slid very gently into her body, filling her with their alien presence. Yet more of the microscopic machines coated her body, bonding new chemicals to her epidermis, even as their invasive brethren began to make changes of their own.

But, none of that mattered to Stephanie. All that she knew could be condensed into two thoughts. That she desperately had to hold on to who she was, and that she was experiencing a pleasure beyond anything that she could have imagined. Another orgasm ripped into and through her, making her scream out her ecstasy. Quicksilver poured into her mouth, metallic, but oh so sweet on her tongue.

She sucked, avidly, wanting more and more, and not caring about what might happen. Something approximating concern nibbled at the edges of her awareness, but was dashed away as the next climax rose and crested. Dimly she remembered the soft voice, how it had cautioned her to try to remember. Then the next orgasm crashed into her, and the darkness shattered into brilliant fractal shards.

The molecular wiring ran throughout Stephanie’s body, and as it interfaced with her optic nerve, it began feeding information into her drug-soaked brain. Everything burnt white hot, as silver fire licked lasciviously over her thoughts. Then, very slowly, words began to form out of the flames.

“Uploading: Servile Unit Beta,” flashed across her retina, as the heat began to melt into her.

Stephanie could feel herself draining away, and it felt so very good. She wanted to just let go, to give in to the feelings. But the echo of The Gadgeteer’s voice seemed to pull her back. She was supposed to hold on, that was somehow very important. Yet another orgasm washed over her, reinforcing her desire to do what that voice said.

“Imprinting Complete: Installing Firmware Imperatives,” the mysterious messages continued.

The fire rolled through her, determined to consume all of her resistance. But the command was stronger. Her Mistress had told her what she had to do, and Stephanie was nothing, if not a good girl. Even that thought was enough to push her into another crescendo of orgasms, each stronger than the last. Her reward and the final phase of the process.

“System Update Complete: Returning to Standby Mode,” and the world contracted into a single point of light, which then slowly faded.

* * *

The Anaesthetist knew that Ampere would almost certainly be able to subvert his security. He had not exactly prepared for such an eventuality, but he did have a way of moving about the base undetected. Intended to let him go where he wished, without fear of being watched by The Gadgeteer, the villain had included a series of hidden ducts when he had first arranged construction of his lair. It was through one such duct that he was now crawling.

The villain knew Ampere would try to rescue her friend. He also knew that even with her power over electricity, she would have to move slowly or risk falling into one of his mechanical traps. That should give him enough time to reach Geist’s cell first, and prepare a suitable ‘welcome’.

* * *

Meanwhile, the heroine had already made steady progress to her goal. Although she knew that some of the traps, which barred her way, had now been disabled, she remained alert for anything that appeared out of the ordinary. As she reached an intersection, something tugged at her subconscious, and she reluctantly came to a halt.

She saw that Geist’s cell was only a few meters away, but she could not shake the feeling that something was not quite right. Ampere stared at the corridor, willing it to give up its secrets, but it still appeared completely benign. The heroine could tell that time was ticking away; she had to get to her friend as soon as she was able.

Throwing caution to the wind, she fired three bolts of electricity into the cross-section. The energy flickered over the walls and floor, but did not reveal anything more. Ampere took a deep breath. Then, carefully, took one step forward. The instant her foot touched the floor, she realised she had made a mistake.

* * *

By then, The Anaesthetist had reached Geist’s cell, emerging through a concealed hatch. Swiftly he crossed to where the heroine lay helpless. Then, he pulled a small sachet from his pocket. Outside he heard the hissing discharge of energy and knew that he had to work quickly. In one quick movement, he ripped open the sachet and emptied its contents over Geist. There was only a slight shimmering in the air to reveal that anything had happened.

The supervillain moved back quickly, making sure that he did not inadvertently get any of the sachet’s contents on him. Then, he retreated back into the duct. From there he would have the perfect vantage point to see what happened inside the small room.

* * *

Ampere felt the floor give slightly beneath her foot, and she tried to scramble backwards. The floor tilted alarmingly, and didn’t seem to offer any purchase. She flailed her arms, furiously back-pedalling, as her legs seemed to slip from beneath her. Desperately the heroine looked for something to grasp hold of. But there was nothing there.

At the moment the floor completed its transformation into an almost frictionless slide, the heroine pressed her palm flat against the wall. She exerted her power, causing the lighting to dim around her. She gritted her teeth against the pain, but somehow her ploy worked, she was able to generate enough of an electromagnetic field to hold herself firmly in place.

Eventually, when she was sure that her shoulder must surely dislocate, the floor swung slowly back into place. She did not dare imagine what fate would have awaited her down that slide. All she could focus on, besides the pain, was getting to Geist.

Using the magnetic field, she was able to crawl, spider-like, across the cross-section. Finally, she dropped, almost exhausted, in front of the cell entrance. She could only hope that once she rescued her friend, then perhaps the two of them would be strong enough to rescue the other captives?

To be continued…

Heroine on Heroine

Ampere easily over-rode the simple electronic lock and rushed through the door, almost before it had opened fully. She saw her friend sprawled in the centre of the room, and had to fight the urge to immediate run to her. The heroine was not about to let down her guard though. Instead, she carefully viewed her surroundings, and only once she had convinced herself that no obvious traps lay in wait, did she approach Geist.

Acutely aware that it was generally the not so obvious traps that caused the most problems, Ampere bent to her bound colleague and gently unhooked the sleep mask. She was startled by the low, breathy moan that issued from Geist’s slack mouth, what on earth had they done to her?

Ignoring those concerns for the moment, the heroine turned her attention to the young woman’s bonds. She recognised the technology, it was similar to the strange collar that The Gadgeteer had worn. Fortunately, these did not seem to have been activated, and it was a relative easy task to free Geist’s wrists and ankles.

The heroine didn’t notice the slight tingling in her fingers as she worked. The tiny crystals, which The Anaesthetist had earlier sprinkled over Geist were almost instantly absorbed through her skin. They were so fine, that a small number still hung suspended in the air, and both Ampere and Geist were unknowingly breathing them in.

As with many of The Anaesthetist’s poisons, the crystals worked very slowly. He enjoyed the prolonged struggles of his victims, loved to watch them fight against the inevitable. This poison worked more subtly than most, guaranteeing no warning at all before the victim was completely under its sway.

* * *

The villain watched through a hidden spyhole. The Gadgeteer had a much slighter build than this heroine, and where the costume had been intended to be skin-tight, now it was on the verge of bursting open. He carefully unstoppered a small vial, and lovingly emptied its contents onto a heavy cloth. The opportunity to administer the ‘coup de grace’ was too wonderful to miss. All, he needed to do, was to wait a little longer and let the crystals do their evil work.

* * *

Geist shuddered again, letting out another low moan. Ampere regarded her friend with concern. Without the sleep mask, she had expected her to start to rouse by now. It was then that she noticed how damp the strange silver material was around the heroine’s crotch. She looked away, embarrassed, a deep blush rising to her cheeks.

Again Geist moaned, and that was all it took to make Ampere realise just how aroused she was. She knew that this was wrong, that she shouldn't be feeling this was. They had always been friends, but she wasn’t wired that way, was she? Forcing herself to concentrate, the heroine tried to ignore Geist’s increasingly laboured breathing and her periodic gasps of pleasure.

She had to get Geist out of here. Something was obviously affecting them both, and most likely it was airborne. Ampere hooked one arm under her friend’s knees and the other around the back of her slender neck. Then she struggled to rise, dragging the unresisting girl into the air.

* * *

Geist felt herself being lifted unsteadily, she fought to open her eyes, and found herself gazing into the blurred face of her friend and mentor. She felt so tired, but also so very good. Immediately she looped her arms around Ampere’s neck, taking some of the burden. That was the moment that her body chose to convulse in another wave of pleasure.

* * *

Ampere felt Geist shift, and was relieved when she clung to her. Now that she was no longer a completely ‘dead weight’, she became much easier to manage. Then, without warning, the young girl screamed out, thrashing in apparent ecstasy. The movement drove both girls back to the ground in jumble of tangled limbs. Geist held tightly to her friend, while the after-shocks settled and died. Ampere’s left arm was still around Geist’s neck, but the other had shifted and now lay nestled between her legs.

* * *

The Anaesthetist watch in fascination, he could tell that Ampere was fighting the aphrodisiac properties of his poison. What she couldn’t know was that this effect actually masked what else the toxin was doing to her. She was too focussed on the obvious to notice anything else now.

For Geist it was a completely different matter, she had already been weakened by the potent anaesthetic. Meanwhile, The Gadgeteer’s special patch would keep her too occupied to have any real chance of escape.

* * *

Ampere tried to pull away, but was taken completely by surprise when her friend pressed her thighs tightly together and effectively trapped her arm where it was. What happened next was an even bigger shock however.

Geist ground her pelvis against Ampere’s arm, and used both hands to pull the startled heroine’s face to hers. The young woman whimpered softly, her building need all too evident. Ampere tried again to break her grip, but she didn’t want to hurt Geist. Then, as she flailed her free arm, it grazed the younger woman’s breast, causing her to groan.

It was the sound of almost complete bliss, and for a moment, Ampere’s iron control slipped. She found that she could move her hand enough to massage Geist’s crotch, feeling the sheer material move against the girl’s sex. Then, their lips met and parted, tongues probing. Each pressed their own body into the other’s as if they were trying to meld together.

* * *

Amidst all this, Geist’s hand snaked lower, finally cupping the other woman’s pussy. Eagerly she began to stroke and rub, finding that her friend was also wet. All thoughts of resistance gone, the two heroines concentrated on each other, both determined to give and receive as much pleasure as possible.

* * *

The villain moved stealthily from his hiding place, and crossed to where the two women were entwined. Ampere seemed to have the easier job, as whatever she did, Geist would orgasm every few minutes as the patch stimulated her. But despite her lack of technological assistance, the young woman appeared to be giving at least as good as she got. For a moment, The Anaesthetist paused to marvel at their stamina, but then he returned to the matter at hand.

Gradually he noticed that their movements were becoming more and more sluggish. First it was only Geist who seemed to slow, but soon after Ampere too seemed to falter. After a couple more minutes, both girls could only seem to muster enough energy to idly stroke each other. Although this appeared to be more than enough stimulation to keep them both simmering.

Once he was convinced that they were no longer a threat, the villain moved closer. He paused to collect Geist’s sleep mask from where it had been discarded. Then, he stepped up behind Ampere, and forced his pre-soaked cloth over her mouth and nose.

* * *

The sudden attack was another surprise for the heroine. Her first reaction was to gasp in surprise, almost certainly the worst thing she could have done in the circumstances. The scent of chloroform overwhelmed her, just one more drug to add to the cocktail now swimming through her bloodstream. She fought to get away, but found her body strangely unresponsive. Then, as if to add to her troubles, Geist’s continued attention began to lift her towards yet another orgasm.

Ampere knew that if she came, then it would be all over for her. In her climax she would suck down more than enough chloroform to put her under. Even now it was getting more difficult to think, the room appeared to be darkening at the edges and a numbness was building in her cheeks. She had to do something, and right now.

* * *

The Anaesthetist used his weight and strength to hold Ampere down. He could see that her friend was still tending to her, and could feel how close she now was. With one hand holding the cloth in place, his other was free to roam the heroine’s body. First he unzippered the leotard, then eased inside and began to massage. He smiled in amusement as this new assault forced an indignant squeal from his captive.

“Just relax, breath it all in and it’ll soon be over,” he whispered in her ear.

The heroine’s angry retort, muffled by the cloth, was music to the villain’s ears.

* * *

With no other options, Ampere cast around with her powers, searching for anything that she could use. In an instant she became aware of five discrete energy sources in the room with her. Four of them were tiny, and would probably be of no use, but the final source appeared quite substantial.

She reached out instinctively and avidly sucked as much power as she could. Then, she leeched the four other sources almost as an after thought. Ampere could feel her strength returning, although there didn’t seem to be enough power for her to completely purge herself of the drugs. Drained of energy, Geist’s bindings were now completely dormant, and The Gadgeteer’s heavy rifle would need to be recharged.

Ampere knew that she would only have one chance at this. She willed herself to relax, slumping against Geist and letting out a long slow breath. Unsurprisingly, the villain kept his cloth in place, but he did have to lean forward. The next instant, Ampere pushed up with all her might, slamming her head backwards and feeling a sense of elation as it connected.

* * *

The Anaesthetist staggered backwards, clutching his nose and howling in a mixture of pain and rage. Blinking away the tears, he had no time to duck before Ampere’s fist connected squarely with his face. The villain fell heavily, stunned. He could taste blood in his mouth and instinctively he tried to protect his face from further punishment.

There was a brief pause, and then pain engulfed the villain in a cocoon of fire.

* * *

Almost as soon as his hands went up, Ampere had shocked The Anaesthetist squarely between the legs. She grunted in satisfaction as he curled into a ball, clutching himself and groaning.

The heroine felt the room begin to spin; the exertion had taken more out of her than she realised. She could feel her movements slowing and her muscles stiffening again. She did not dare look over at Geist for fear of what might happen if she did so. It was clear that she needed to get closer to a large power source, and burn out all the poisons, just as she had done before.

Moving as fast as she was able, the heroine staggered out through the door. If she could recharge quickly enough there would be time to deal with The Anaesthetist more permanently. Then it should be easy to free the remaining prisoners and escape.

She was still planning what to do next when the floor suddenly tilted under her. Ampere had a moment of clarity, as she remembered the corridor trap, before she dropped down the slide and into blackness. Her anguished, “Nooooooo!” reverberated through the lair.

To be continued…

Ampere’s Abrupt Recapture!

Ampere hurtled down the slide, cursing her stupidity. It took several moments before she even thought about using her powers to slow her descent. But it was no use. The slide itself wasn’t metallic, and the walls remained tantalisingly out of reach. Then, the heroine’s precipitous fall ended abruptly as her feet impacted against a solid plate.

Disorientated by the sudden stop, and with the drugs once again clouding her mind, Ampere’s reactions were far too sluggish. Before she really registered that her journey had ended, machinery whirred into action around her.

Slender rubber straps sprung from the slide. In an instant they had wrapped tightly around her body, encircling her neck, wrists and ankles. She fought to break loose, but only succeeded in nearly choking herself.

Then, a shape loomed above her, dropping slowly towards the prone heroine. Ampere struggled more fiercely, but the bonds held firm. The shape dropped closer and she released it almost looked like the top half of a sarcophagus. It had been padded on the inside and was a little less than five feet long.

The hollow tube closed over Ampere’s body, covering her from the neck down. With a hiss it sealed shut, and then she felt herself being lifted up. Mechanical arms swung her back upright, and began moving the trapped heroine through a series of tunnels. Eventually, she came to rest in another chamber, superficially identical to the one in which she and The Anaesthetist had fought.

The drug was making it so hard to think. Her body and mind both felt numb and stiff. At first, she had tried to reach out for any kind of power source, but now she couldn’t find the strength to even bother. The heroine hung dejectedly in her bonds, feeling completely helpless and wondering if she was truly defeated this time.

To an outside observer, all that was visible of the heroine was her head. The rest of her body was sealed inside a ceramic tube that narrowed at the top and fused perfectly with the rubber strap around her throat. Her confusing journey finally ended, and she came to rest in the exact centre of the room.

A long arm descended soundlessly from the ceiling before connecting a heavy pipe to the rear of Ampere’s prison. There was a distant hum as a pump activated. Then, something thick and syrupy began to flow down the pipe. But, at first the young woman did not notice.

Ampere knew that she should be doing something, but her thoughts were too sluggish. All she wanted was let her eyes drift close and just give in to the feeling of utter torpor, which suffused both her body and brain. But, despite everything, she still wouldn’t allow herself to just give in.

Then, very slowly, the heroine became aware of something warm and liquid, oozing over her back, and down her slender legs. She found that she could do nothing about the disturbing sensation. Her bonds held tight against her weak struggles, and she wasn’t even able turn her head to see what this new assault might be.

Soon, she began to feel the liquid pooling around her feet. The pump continued to hum, and the fluid rose slowly over her body. The sensation was growing less uncomfortable all the time, eventually becoming a gentle, cushioning heat.

Ampere found herself relaxing even more. By the time her ceramic prison had completely filled, her eyelids had half-closed and she drifted in semi-slumber. Inside, the cylinder, tiny scavenger nanobots were dismantling the now-redundant rubber straps. The syrupy liquid was also changing, congealing and solidifying around the heroine’s body.

Once the nano-machines had finished with her bindings, they then set to work on her stolen clothes. In only a matter of moments, she was naked once again. The leotard had been efficiently broken down, ready to be used for raw material. At the same time as this was taking place inside the tube, outside another small arm descended. It took a few seconds to align itself correctly, then shot forward, plunging a tiny needle into Ampere’s neck.

There was a hiss as the syringe injected its contents directly into the helpless heroine’s bloodstream. The arm then withdrew, disappearing into the ceiling. Ampere stirred slightly when the needle struck home. But almost as quickly she settled again, her eyes gradually closing shut as her breathing deepened and slowed.

Having finally completed its work, the tube disconnected from the back of Ampere’s prison and it too disappeared into a concealed recess. Several minutes went by, and then the tube hinged open, revealing what had happened to its occupant.

Ampere stood, her arms and legs straight, as if standing at attention. From the neck down, her naked body was now coated with a thin varnish of clear resin.

* * *

The Anaesthetist had eventually recovered from his earlier encounter with Ampere. He healed remarkably quickly, but that did not make the injuries any less painful. He did not consider himself to be a vindictive man, but he took no small pleasure in the knowledge that the fleeing heroine had dropped straight into one of his slide traps.

Geist had offered no resistance as he had rebound her and replaced the sleep mask. That meant that he was able to turn his entire attention to the question of what he intended to do with Ampere. He was half way to the holding chamber, where she had been deposited when it came to him. After a suitable period of ‘punishment’ for her earlier assault, he would place the proud heroine in a position where she would have to choose whether she or her young friend would go through his ‘programming’ procedure.

The thought of putting Ampere in such an obvious ‘no-win’ situation was immensely satisfying, and served to dispel the last of the aching pain from when Ampere had zapped him in the groin. Yes, all things considered, on days like this, it was good to be the villain.

To be continued…

Ampere’s Perilous Punishment

The Anaesthetist stood and stared at his adversary, letting his cruel eyes linger on her naked form. By now, he had completely recovered from the hurt she had inflicted upon him, and he was relishing the thought of putting her through another trial.

Of course, first he had a number of ‘ends’, which needed to be tied up. Not least of which was The Gadgeteer. But this particularly heroine required a ‘reward’ for her earlier behaviour. Once he had made her appropriately ‘comfortable’ then he would be able to concentrate on the other, more mundane, day-to-day tasks.

The villain spent several minutes programming his remote. Then, he pointed it towards Ampere, and hit the ‘activate’ button. Beneath the heroine’s resin coating, the quiescent nanobots whirred into life. Following their new instructions, they began to build; some even sacrificed themselves when they began to run out of raw materials.

Next he withdrew a large rubber ball gag from his pocket and eased it gently behind the unconscious woman’s teeth. Once he was satisfied that it was in position, he swept her blonde hair to one side, and buckled it tightly in place.

While he was gagging his captive, the nanobots finished their task. Using The Gadgeteer’s own blueprints, they had fashioned another vibrating patch. It was almost identical to the one, which was currently stimulating Geist. But, this device included a degree of ‘shielding’, which would keep the heroine from affecting it with her powers.

Satisfied that everything was now in place, the villain activated the patch. Then he waited patiently, counting down the few remaining seconds before the injection wore off, and his captive returned to consciousness.

* * *

Ampere felt herself begin to rise from the darkness. Black turned to grey and other sensations started to return. Her mind desperately tried to hold on to the fleeting images. But it was like being trapped in a nightmare. She was trying to run as fast as she could, and yet she still remained rooted to the spot.

Her eyes flickered open briefly, and grey turned to dazzling white. It was too bright; she blinked quickly before letting her eyes drift shut again. More feelings began to intrude. Her mouth, forced wide open and unable to shut. Her jaw muscles ached. Something buzzed deliciously between her legs, calming and arousing her at the same time. She noticed the warm embrace of her resin prison, but couldn’t understand what it meant. Each new sensation seemed to demand her attention, and yet she still couldn’t will herself to wake.

* * *

The villain watched as Ampere’s eyes flickered and her body seemed to strain against the coating. Her jaw worked against the ball gag, from which he knew, a small amount of fluid would have been released. Most of the red liquid trickled around the gag and dribbled over her chest. But, some of it was absorbed.

It was just enough to keep her in that drugged and docile state, but not quite enough to push her back into unconsciousness. He wanted to make sure that she was aware of what was happening to her, and yet incapable of doing anything about it.

* * *

Ampere could taste something sweet at the back of her throat. But it was just one more sensation for her to try to understand, and fairly quickly, the constant stimulation drove it from her mind completely. She couldn’t believe how much more arousing the attention was now that she was completely unable to move her body. Her muscles tensed and stretched, aching to grind her pelvis in time with the vibrations, but the resin held her tightly.

She could hear vague sounds, which gradually resolved into speech. With a great effort, she managed to force her eyes open. Squinting against the light, she could make out a figure. Try as she might, she wasn’t able to focus. She couldn’t quite force the blurred image to sharpen. But, slowly, her drug-soaked mind began to understand what the voice was saying.

* * *

“Hello again, I trust that you are comfortable,” he asked with mock sincerity. “As you have no doubt realised, you have fallen back into my clutches and I’m afraid that this time it will cost you.”

Ampere groaned into the gag. Given the jolt that she had given him, she did not want to think about what the villain might do to her now.

“But time enough to worry about that later I think,” the villain continued. “After all, those batteries won’t run down for at least twenty four hours, and there’s really no point in chatting until they do.”

With that, The Anaesthetist left the chamber. Ampere desperately tried to say something. But, muffled by the gag, all she could manage was an angry, “Mmmmmppphhhhhffffffff!” Before the door swung shut.

* * *

Some time later, he returned to The Gadgeteer. The villain was pleased to see that she was still sleeping, although not entirely peacefully. Periodically she would moan and struggle weakly, her body responding to whatever messages were being massaged into her open mind. She really did make a most enticing victim, the villain realised. Even with her special skills, it would be so much more appropriate for her to spend her time like this, rather than playing her own little games.

Knowing that he had little time before she would start to rouse, the villain removed the goggles, shutting them down and clipping them back onto The Gadgeteer’s bandolier. He looked into the young woman’s glassy eyes and paused to admire how much more beautiful she appeared while sedated.

A red warning light flashed on the mask, signalling that the cylinder was almost exhausted. The Anaesthetist waited, wanting her to get every last wisp of the gas before he removed her mask. Finally, and somewhat reluctantly, he eased the spent sleep mask from her face.

After several long moments, The Gadgeteer began to stir. At first with little movements, barely twitches, but soon becoming more forceful. The cuffs restricted her, and gradually that awareness seemed to bring her round. Her eyes regained their focus and she immediately noticed the villain.

“What happened?” She asked stupidly.

The Anaesthetist gave a few more seconds to reorientate herself.

“That superheroine, where is she, did she escape?” She asked, warily regarding the villain, who had not yet offered to release her.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he chided softly. “You should be more worried about what I’m going to do with you. Don’t you think?”

The young woman suddenly felt very vulnerable. She knew that it would only take one simple command to release her bonds, but she wasn’t sure that she wanted to give up that little secret quite yet.

“Now, you are still too useful for me to lock you away like dear Joanne…” Then just as he saw her begin to relax he added, “just!”

The Gadgeteer tensed for a second. But now she knew that he had decided to keep her around. She’d still be working with him, at least for the moment.

“But there will have to be some kind of punishment for this lapse on your part,” he said cruelly. “Letting a drugged and naked woman capture you with your own gadgets, is really not what I expect from my staff.”

The villainess didn’t really register it consciously, but as he threatened her, she was becoming more aroused. The idea of being drugged and bound again was just so attractive.

“Don’t you agree?” Asked the villain.

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes downcast.

“There’s a good girl,” he laughed and was startled when The Gadgeteer let out a soft groan of pleasure and shuddered in oblivious ecstasy.

He stared at his captive, but she did not seem to have registered that anything out of the ordinary had just occurred.

“How very curious,” he thought.

The villain decided that he needed to look at the transcript of whatever messages had been flashed into his minion’s brain, while she was asleep.

“Now, let’s get you back to the workshop and see if we can find a fitting way to deal with you,” said the villain, and with that he lifted her up and slung her easily over his shoulder.

To be continued…

Hoist on her own petard

Once they reached her workshop, the first thing that The Gadgeteer saw was the programmer. She felt a jolt of horror, mixed with something far more pleasant, at the thought that this might be her punishment. Then she remembered the villain’s words. At least for the moment, she was going to avoid Joanne’s fate. Something akin to regret filled her, as she was carried past the machine, and dropped unceremoniously into a large plastic chair.

The villain stood over her, smiling evilly and paying obviously attention to her naked body. With her wrists still pinioned behind her back, the villainess could do little to preserve her modesty. Despite herself, she felt a blush rising to her cheeks and an entirely unexpected heat sinking into her sex. The Anaesthetist nodded, apparently with approval. Then he pressed several buttons on his remote in rapid succession.

A soft humming sound announced the arrival of a storage cylinder. The Gadgeteer steeled herself, remembering her previous captivity. Once again, she hardly noticed the way in which her body was responding to that memory. Even the growing dampness between her legs seemed entirely natural, under the circumstances.

It was not until the cylinder opened that she realised that it was already occupied. The Adherer was almost exactly as she had been left. Cuffs secured the former villainess in place, while the collar kept her nicely docile.

The next thing The Gadgeteer knew, she was lifted into the cylinder. Abruptly time seemed to jump, one moment she was being lowered onto the other woman’s naked body, the next her head was nestling between her thighs. She could feel her wrists being locked into place, but she seemed helpless to prevent it.

* * *

The Anaesthetist smiled to himself. It was obvious that her covert programming had included a suggestion that the phrase, ‘good girl’, would make her orgasm whenever she heard it. This seemed to leave the young woman wonderfully dazed for a few minutes afterwards, which made it much easier for him to move her into position.

“Good girl, Beth,” he said again, delighting in the instant response and the look of sleepy confusion, which followed it.

* * *

There was another jump, and the villainess found herself helplessly restrained. She lay, face down, on top of her former ‘colleague’. Joanne’s head was at the top of the cylinder, while hers was at the bottom. Straps held their bodies together, and from what she could tell from her brief struggles, they allowed very little movement. Her wrists and ankles had been bound separately, and she realised that had never felt more helpless or indeed more aroused.

“Now Gadgets, I’m going to be monitoring you two, and once you have both had … let’s say ten orgasms … I’ll come down and let you out,” announced the villain.

The Gadgeteer couldn’t turn her head enough to look at him, and that was probably just as well, because her evil glare would not have been something he could have ignored. Instead she murmured that she understood and that he should just get on with it.

“Good girl!”

She screamed out, as the orgasm tore into her. The villainess’ body bucked uncontrollably against the restraints, but made no impression upon them. After several seconds, her cries became more muffled. She buried her face into Joanne’s pussy, unable to resist the lure of its musky scent.

The Anaesthetist chuckled darkly, enjoying the ‘show’. Then, he carefully entered a series of commands into his remote. In quick succession a number of things happened. First the lid of the cylinder hissed closed and then, moments later it disappeared back into storage.

The code also instructed both girls’ collars to instil the same amount of sedative and aphrodisiac. Then, just as a final touch, hidden nozzles sprayed the inside of the cylinder with a thin sheet of warm oil.

Now that he had meted out his ‘punishment’, there was time to review what programming The Gadgeteer had intended to inflict upon Ampere. The irony was quite delicious; the villainess had almost literally been hoist by her own petard.

* * *

Stephanie was lost in the darkness, but part of her was still monitoring her surroundings. The heavy shielding all but deadened the sounds, but her newly augmented senses were more than capable of hearing what little penetrated.

The Gadgeteer’s screams bypassed her awareness, registering instead somewhere deep within her core programming. Obediently, the world flared into sickly green clarity. Streams of information flowed before her eyes, but none of it was important. The only thing that mattered was the need to protect Mistress.

“Combat Mode: Weapons Systems Coming On Line,” flashed in the background.

Semi-autonomous programs began to run their own diagnostic. New systems came online, and she began to draw more power. It felt so good, and the sensations made her want to stretch and arch. Her joints cracked loudly, forcing her to gasp in ecstasy.

“Uploading: Rampancy,” appeared alongside a small progress bar, which seemed to crawl far too slowly.

* * *

Ampere had lost count of the number of orgasms she had experienced. They were coming is short runs now, each climax weakening her further and driving her back down into darkness. But the torture was fiendish. Every time she was at the verge of being spent, the vibrations would easy slightly and allow her just enough time to catch her breath. It wouldn’t let her return to the comforting warmth of unconscious, the villain wanted her to realise what was happening to her throughout this long punishment.

It was during one of these all-to-brief interludes that Ampere first noticed something that engaged her curiosity. While she was trying to probe for a weakness in the patch’s shielding, she became aware of a field of exceptionally weak electrical fields. They seemed to surround her body, inside the resin. She didn’t have time to do more that register their presence, before the patch increased its stimulation once again. But, it was enough to let the captive heroine know that something was there, something potentially useful.

* * *

The Anaesthetist admired the long lines of code that he had extracted from the extra circuitry Beth had installed into Ampere’s goggles. The addition of a small amount of The Confectioner’s chemical was a master stroke. Without that augmentation, the flashing subliminals would have had no discernable effect.

The Gadgeteer had obviously spent some time working on these instructions. It was similar to the script that they had designed for the prototype programmer. But the intention here was to make the subject more susceptible, not to enslave them. The villain smiled, his minion had skated very close to the edge, but had not quite disobeyed the letter of his instructions.

It was not until he had almost finished reading that he discovered why being called a ‘good girl’ had such an effect on The Gadgeteer. A block of code, which almost seemed to have been added as an after thought, explained what pleasurable feelings this phrase would engender. It tapped into feelings of helplessness, weakness, bondage, sedation, in fact, all the things that he most desired in his captives.

Having finished reading, he made a few, minor, adjustments and downloaded the edited code into his remote. Working swiftly, he instructed the main computer to convert the text into speech and then, to broadcast it inside the girls’ cylinder. Next, he activated both girls’ collars, letting The Confectioner’s chemical flow un-noticed into their blood streams.

The Anaesthetist pondered his next move. Everything was going perfectly for the moment, and the only woman in his lair, who was not currently bound and unconscious, was the lovely Dr. Castle. Perhaps he should do something about that, while he had some free time on his hands.

To be continued…

Dr Castle’s All Wrapped Up

Natasha paced the small chamber. Her brilliant mind raced, as she tried to concoct some sort of plan. She knew that it was only a matter of time before she would no longer be useful to the villain, and she did not relish the thought of what might happen then. So far, she had not been able to find any obvious ‘weak link’, but there was certainly a degree of friction between The Anaesthetist and his minions. Maybe that was something she could exploit.

Without warning, the cell-door opened with a sharp hiss. The pretty scientist whirled around, unconsciously covering herself as best she was able. She found herself looking into the eyes of her captor, and blanched when saw how he stared, appraising her, like a piece of meat.

“Good news,” he began, apparently not noticing her discomfort. “Your formula works perfectly.”

Natasha tensed, that was what she had feared. Now that she had done what he wanted, his use for her would be at an end. It took only a moment to consider all her limited options, but none seemed likely to achieve anything positive. She knew that she was hopelessly outclassed physically. Her only hope was that she could use her mental superiority to her advantage.

“Now, about our deal,” he continued easily. “I think that it is time for us to re-negotiate.”

The young woman nodded, this was, after all, what she had been expecting. “So, you aren’t going to let me go free, as you promised?”

The villain appeared to consider that, before answering. “Well now, you have completed your part of the bargain Natasha. But I can’t help but think that a woman with your talents would be very useful to me. So, here is what I propose. I will honour our bargain if, when you reach the exit at the end of this corridor, you still wish to leave.”

Natasha tried to understand what the villain intended. It couldn’t be as simple as he was suggesting. Obviously he planned to use some trick or trap to thwart her attempts to leave. However, despite that, it was almost certainly her best chance of escape. She hadn’t come up with anything better, despite the time she had spent planning.

“Okay,” she said, trying to sound confident despite her concerns. “If I still want to leave when I reach the exit, then you’ll let me go free. No other conditions?”

“None whatsoever, pretty Tasha,” the villain laughed, stepping to one side and ushering the scientist out of her cell.

* * *

Meanwhile, the vibrations had stopped again, allowing Ampere another brief respite. Shakily, she reached out with her powers, and found the cloud of minute energy signatures once more. For a moment she marvelled at their complexity. But then, realising that she had little time, she rapidly began to explore exactly what these things might be.

Nanites? She didn’t even know that such a thing was possible, let alone that someone had built them. Her first thought had been to drain their energy, using it to try to defeat the vibrator’s shielding, but now that she understood what they were, she formed a new plan.

It would take several pauses between the cycles of pleasure, but the young heroine knew that she had found a way to escape her imprisonment. All she needed now was the time to complete it. Almost immediately, the patch began its evil work once more, and the heroine felt herself slipping back into semi-consciousness.

* * *

Natasha began to walk carefully down the corridor. She looked back and gritted her teeth in irritation when the villain waved cheerily at her. The scientist managed to repress her urge to sprint towards the exit. She knew that something in the corridor would try to stop her escape, and she didn’t wish to run blindly into whatever it was.

* * *

Behind her, The Anaesthetist carefully inserted tiny plugs into each ear. Then, using his remote, he activated the security system. Behind his mask, the villain smiled, anticipating what was about to happen.

* * *

By now, she was a little under halfway to the exit. Her anxiety was building, she knew that something was about to happen and this waiting was just making things worse. She didn’t notice the soft buzzing, which was gradually building, the sound emanating from hidden speakers. Even if she had, there was little the young woman would have been able to do about it.

Suddenly, just as she took another step towards the exit, there was an ominous ‘click’. She had a split second to decide what to do, and reacted almost before she had time to consider, relying purely on instinct.

Natasha jumped backward, trying to avoid whatever trap she had activated. Unfortunately for the hapless doctor, her captor’s recent experience suggested that heroines nearly always jumped backwards under these circumstances, and he had planned this trap accordingly.

As the doctor leaped, a metal plate shot up vertically, directly behind her. She impacted, backside first, into it and this triggered a series of tiny needles to jab cruelly into her unprotected buttocks. Natasha yelled, mostly in humiliation, at this unexpected assault. Then she felt a warm tingling sensation and knew that she had been drugged.

The toxin worked quickly, and her legs began to buckle slightly as she stepped away. Still reeling, she did not notice the two poles, which sprung up ahead of her, one on either side of the corridor. The poison continued to spread, and it was all she could do, to stumble towards the exit.

* * *

The villain watched as Natasha blundered into the thin film, which was stretched taut across the passage. It was transparent, and even in perfect conditions, almost impossible to see. In her drugged-state, the young woman really had no chance.

As soon as she touched the film, the metal poles whirled dizzyingly about her. In seconds she had been wrapped from neck to ankle, her arms pulled tightly against her body. Moments later, the poles began to blow out hot air, effectively ‘shrink-wrapping’ the weakly struggling woman.

The Anaesthetist sauntered over to where Natasha had been trapped. He could see her struggles slowly weakening as the toxin took hold. By the time he had reached her, she stood still, meekly accepting her imprisonment. She only remained standing because the poles still held her upright.

“Oh dear,” he whispered. “So, tell me, Tasha, how do you like the chemical you brewed up?”

Natasha continued to stare straight ahead, her features unusually calm and placid. Her eyes were by now, completely blank and glassy.

“It’s nice,” she said, after a pause.

The villain smiled, unable to hear what she had said, but reassured by her demeanour. Very gently he began to massage her body through the plastic film. As he did so, he spoke softly, his voice calm and assured.

“Natasha, you are now wrapped up tight in my slave-film,” he began. “Its sole purpose is to take strong-willed, independent women, like yourself, and turn them in to helpless, weak, obedient Good Girls”

* * *

Thanks to The Confectioner’s chemical, these lies easily slipped past the doctor’s analytical mind and into her subconscious. The idea of a slave-film sunk into her brain, becoming real and believable despite all that she knew.

* * *

The Anaesthetist continued, building on the theme and taking full advantage of his prisoner’s suggestible state.

“I will leave you now, and allow the film to complete your programming,” he said, as he typed commands into his remote. “I expect that you are beginning to feel some of its effects already”.

* * *

Natasha could feel herself becoming more aroused, but she couldn’t tell if it was the drugs, the villain’s massaging hands or this insidious slave-film. Her thoughts seemed to float, just beyond her reach, vanishing when she tried to grasp then. It was so much easier to just stop worrying, to relax and surrender, wasn’t it?

* * *

“So nice and sexy to be reprogrammed isn’t it, Tasha?” Asked the villain as he saw her pupils dilate. “Such a wonderful experience to be made my slave. You know that is what you are, don’t you, Tasha? After all, you already wear my collar, what else could you be but my slave?”

* * *

“Yes,” breathed the doctor, finding it so much easier to let someone else think for her for a while at least.

“Good girl!” laughed The Anaesthetist, “I shall leave you now, and let the conversion continue. I’m sure when I see you again, you’ll feel like a completely different person. Why, by then, you probably won’t want to leave my lair at all.”

* * *

With that, the villain happily walked away, leaving Natasha helplessly absorbing the subliminal commands that had been hidden in the constant background buzz and hum.

“No,” he thought to himself, “She wouldn’t want to leave at all once he was finished with her”.

* * *

But, at that same time, while Natasha was fighting a losing battle with The Anaesthetist’s technology, Ampere was once more having a short reprieve from the otherwise relentless buzzing. The heroine tried to clear her mind, fighting the exhaustion and whatever concoction was dribbling out of her gag. Now, she needed to focus, this would be far harder than merely perceiving her surroundings.

Extremely carefully, she pushed her consciousness towards one of the minute energy sources. There were defences, but with her powers, they may as well have not been there at all. In a moment she had interfaced with the nanite, discovering a network of connections. Fighting the almost overwhelming desire to close her eyes and sleep, Ampere began to make some changes, subverting the tiny machines, and adapting their programming to her own ends.

She felt the patch start its next cycle and silently cursed it. Inadvertently, she bit down on the rubber ball, sending more of the liquid down her throat, almost making her choke. But, in the few brief seconds before she succumbed once more to drugs and pleasure, the plucky superheroine had managed to communicate her final command. Now it was all up to the machines, because until the vibrator paused again, Ampere was lost.

* * *

“Upload Complete: Safety Interlocks Disengaged,” Stephanie saw, after an interminable wait.

She reached up, pushing lightly against the inside of the chest. The metal buckled, and the mechanical lock squealed in protest for an instant, before failing catastrophically.

“Go Get ‘Em Tiger!”

Stephanie stood, uncoiling with almost feline grace from inside the storage chest. Only, she was now a completely different woman from the one that The Gadgeteer had so easily captured.

At first glance, it appeared that she had been coated with a thin sheen of silver. But, the differences went deeper than that. Stephanie’s body had been reformed. Even her flaxen hair was now chrome, each individual strand picked out in argent highlights.

The changes were far greater than skin deep, however. The nanomycelium had replaced most of her muscle bulk with myomer bundles and torn away the myelin sheaths that protected her nerves. Cooling fins projected from hidden compartment along her spine, and her left arm seemed to have exploded into the business ends of myriad weapon systems.

Stephanie regarded the laboratory, her vision flicking between spectral modes. Mistress was in trouble, and everything had contracted into a single imperative. She would lay waste to the entire building, if needs be, to find the woman who had just become the centre of her universe.

To be continued…

The Final Trial

The Anaesthetist stopped once again, and took the time to consider just how good life was. The two superheroines were currently his captives, both equally helpless and completely unprepared for what he had planned for them. His two minions were similarly imprisoned, eagerly absorbing their new programming.

The lovely Dr. Castle was adjusting to her new role, one which would offer him unprecedented access to the most wonderful drugs and chemicals. Even Chandra, who had languished, while he entertained his other guests, was now packed up and ready for her long trip to the Far East.

The villain decided that he could leave all of his pretty captives to their own devices for the moment. While they were occupied, he could prepare the chamber in which Ampere and Geist would face their next trial. The twist was that this time, the heroines would be pitched against each other. For one of them to win, the other would have to lose, and therefore become his plaything.

The fiendish idea of putting both girls in a no-win situation was perfect. He already knew what the outcome would be. After all, wouldn’t a noble heroine like Ampere do whatever she could in order to protect her young prodigy? The villain grinned evilly, knowing that it would be easy to recapture the younger woman, especially as she was bound to come back and try to rescue her friend.

* * *

While Ampere rode yet another wave of orgasmic pleasure, her re-programmed nanites were hard at work. Delicately, they stripped all the shielding from the vibrator. Then, once they had completed that task, they fell quiescent and waited for more instructions. The material they had salvaged was stored, ready in case it was needed later.

Time passed too slowly, as she was rocked by climax after climax. But, eventually the cruel stimulation relented again. The heroine felt herself still. She fought against the drugs and the natural fatigue. It was a struggle to focus enough to exert her powers, but stripped of its protection, the vibrator’s battery was a relatively easy target.

In moments the patch was dead, and the threat of further ‘attention’ had been removed. Taking care not to bite into the gag, despite the growing ache in her jaw, Ampere sent more instructions to her hijacked nanites. Then, the heroine let her eyes drift close, and slumped inside the resin shell, trying to regain some strength while her little helpers returned to work.

* * *

The villain started by moving all the necessary toys into another holding cell. Well, he corrected himself, all of them, except the two lovely heroines. He had decided to leave Ampere trapped in her resin coat and it seemed only fair that her young side-kick should have a similar prison of her own to deal with. After all, it was important that they battle on equal terms.

Once he had everything in place, The Anaesthetist began to assemble Geist’s cage. He used one of the prototype programmers. Devoid of the display screen, he was left with a solid metal framework attached to a large vibrator. He planned to arrange the girls facing each other, and let them watch each other being stimulated. The first to climax would be the loser. Idly, he wondered what effect watching one another succumb to the relentless attention would have on the proud heroines.

Eventually, he managed to lock the frame in place. Then, the villain headed to the nearest storage cell. He would collect Geist first, and make sure that she was comfortable ensconced, before he brought Ampere to the party. Yes, he concluded, everything was going nicely to plan.

* * *

While Ampere rested, some of the tiny machines climbed upwards. They easily crawled out from beneath the resin shell, and followed the pre-programmed path towards the heroine’s foul gag. Their instructions were simple, and they set about them with gusto. Meanwhile, more nanites began to work on the resin itself. Despite her fatigue, the heroine had managed to issue a complex series of commands. She was risking much, hoping that the element of surprise would allow her to come out of this debacle ‘on top’.

Slowly, her head began to clear. As soon as she was sure that the nanites had broken the drug down into its component molecules, she began to work her jaw in earnest. It still ached, but at least she could bite down on the rubber ball without fear of the consequences. Red liquid, mixed with drool and continued to dribble from the corners of her mouth, but, by that point, the heroine just didn’t care.

Elsewhere, she could feel things shifting around her, as the resin crackled and changed. The nanomachines continued to work, reconfiguring her prison to new specifications. Ampere fought the urge to stretch; she knew that she would only get one chance at this. She took as deep a breath as the gag would allow, before letting it out slowly and forcing herself to calm. All she could do for the moment was wait.

* * *

Geist did not stir during the short journey, the sleep mask kept her sedated and powerless. Once they arrived, somewhat reluctantly, the villain used a bottle of solvent to remove her silver outfit. The same chemical also allowed him to prise free the vibrating patch, without injuring the young woman.

Moving more swiftly, The Anaesthetist locked his captive’s wrists and ankles into the metal frame. Then, he looped a collar around her throat, before this too was fastened to the frame. That left Geist’s head held in place, forcing her to look directly across the chamber to where her friend would soon be equally helpless. Finally, he eased her onto the fixed vibrator, and was amused at how her body strained against it, despite her drugged state.

The villain checked her mask again, making sure that it was still secure. Once he had reassured himself that she wouldn’t wake before he was ready, he left his captive and went to collect Ampere. Once she was in place, the fun could really begin.

* * *

Stephanie stalked through the lair, moving with the predatory grace of a big cat. Ultrasonics bathed the corridor in front of the naked silver skinned woman, echo-location that augmented her other senses. The base defences held no fear for her, only one desire drove her and that was the need to protect Mistress.

The computer had been reluctant to provide her with the information she required. Apparently, The Gadgeteer’s location was not available to someone with her security clearance. So, she was heading towards the mainframe room, where she intended to use her not-inconsiderable diplomatic skills to ‘reason’ with the ‘Gibson’.

The air shimmered behind Stephanie, heat haze rippling from the cooling fins. Her right arm throbbed with barely contained power, and energy crackled around the muzzle of her arm cannon. Yes, she was going to engage in a little active negotiation, and if necessary pull the information she needed from the computer’s charred wreckage.

* * *

Ampere felt The Anaesthetist’s approach. In this ‘dead zone’ the electronic gadgets, which he carried, stood out like a beacon. As the door began to open, she allowed her head to loll forwards and feigned unconsciousness. Keeping her eyes half-closed, while letting them roll, she used her other senses to keep track of his position.

* * *

The villain regarded his captive; she seemed to be in the middle of a brief rest-period. Her hair and face were matted with sweat, and a small puddle of reddish liquid had pooled around her feet. Smiling, the villain punched in the code that deactivated her vibrating patch. Then, he entered another set of instructions, commanding the nanites to construct a similar vibrator to the one on which Geist had been impaled.

* * *

Ampere quickly intercepted the transmissions, making sure that her nanites signalled that they had received and understood their instructions. She was slightly surprised when the villain turned and walked back out of the chamber. But then, he returned a moment later, wheeling a small two-wheeled trolley.

He slid the trolley under the heroine, before angling it back slightly and lifting her from the ground. Then, whistling happily, he wheeled Ampere out of the room, and down a long corridor. She decided to wait and see where he was taking her, ignoring her instincts as they shouted at her to act straight away, before her ruse could be discovered.

While they travelled, the heroine carefully let her powers reach out. Now that she was no longer fettered by the drugs, she could work more quickly and efficiently. Ampere had sensed the remote as soon as it was used, and even her initial, tentative probe had revealed that this device was tied into almost every system within the base.

She worked her way around the layers of security and, began to take control. Ampere quickly saw that several functions had been disabled in this particular remote. It was almost as though it had been purposefully ‘crippled’. But, even without that higher level of access, the remote would be a powerful tool. She had just started to reconnect the disabled features, when they reached their destination.

To be continued…

The Grand Finale

The Anaesthetist wheeled Ampere into the chamber, stopping opposite her ‘sidekick’. He took some time, getting her into the perfect position, before removing the trolley and placing it outside. He felt that the ugly thing somehow ruined the aesthetic he was trying to create.

Feeling him leave, the heroine risked a quick glance around the room. She was both relieved and horrified when she saw Geist. She knew now that she wouldn’t have to search for her friend and risk falling into another trap. But, to see the young woman like this, at the mercy of a villain, stripped naked and violated…

Her train of thought was broken as the villain’s returned. He closed the hatch behind him, and then walked slowly to where Geist had been restrained. Gently, he removed her sleep mask. Then, he approached Ampere, and with equal care, he eased the slippery gag from behind her teeth.

* * *

He calculated that both girls would begin rouse simultaneously, and he allowed his attention to wander between them, as he looked for any signs that they were waking. Fortunately for Ampere, he was not concentrating enough to detect her subterfuge. He was expecting both heroines to slowly regain consciousness, and that was exactly what he saw.

* * *

Geist let out a low groan of horror, which rapidly turned into a startled yelp, as she realised where she was. Her bleary eyes focussed on Ampere, and immediately she called out.

“Amps are you okay? What the hell have they done to you?”

Ampere allowed her eyes to open slowly, she blinked carefully and let her voice slur.

“Geist, is that you?”

* * *

At that point, The Anaesthetist stepped between the two heroines and motioned them to silence.

“Don’t make me regret ungagging you girls,” he laughed. “Now, be quiet and let me explain what’s going to happen now.”

* * *

Both girls fell silent, but Geist’s cheeks burned with shame. The painfully shy young woman was clearly horrified to be exposed. Ampere saw her friend’s embarrassment and vowed to end this as quickly as she could.

* * *

“Now, you have both faced one of my trials, and you both escaped. Well done!” he laughed. “Unfortunately, for you, you both went and got yourself caught again. So, this trial will be a little different. When it starts, you each have only one task to complete.”

The villain paused before continuing, enjoying the looks of nervousness on his captive’s faces.

“All you have to do, is to stop yourself from cumming, for as long as possible. Of course, the first one to cum, loses and you both know what that means.”

“You sick bastard!” Screamed Geist.

“Now, now,” the villain chided. “That isn’t very ladylike language.”

Then, to forestall any further outbursts, he punched the ‘activate’ code into his remote.

* * *

Stephanie raised her arm threateningly, and let power flow into her heavy maser. Microwave energy began to crackle around the barrel, and she felt her lips pull back into a feral grin.

“I will ask again,” she hissed. “There will not be a third time. Where is Mistress Gadgeteer?”

The base computer could see the weapon, and recognised it for what it was. While not a true AI, the system was more than capable of reasoning out its current position.

“Tell me,” she continued. “Or I will melt you down to slag, and pull the data I need from your smouldering wreckage.”

That she could do what she threatened was not in doubt. The computer’s defences were not sufficient to deal with a Class 4 WarDroid. Its thoughts jumped slightly, as the energy began to bleed across into its circuits. Looking at the options, there was one inescapable conclusion. It was time to start doing what the robot wanted.

* * *

Unfortunately for the villain, Ampere had by now completely over-ridden his controls. As he pressed the buttons, several things happened all at once. First, all the base’s power was routed to the chamber. Second, with a series of sharp ‘cracks’, Ampere began to move, and finally Geist’s bonds sprung open.

Ampere had taken direct control of her nanites, and they worked quickly to complete their tasks. She felt the resin begin to give and strained against it. New joints formed in the coating, transforming her prison into a suit of transparent armour.

She could feel the energy building, and for a moment almost lost herself in the wash of it. What kind of power supply did this place have? There was just so much, and it kept coming.

* * *

Geist felt the bonds snap open, and instinctively, she disappeared from sight. She eased herself gingerly from the vibrator, and only then turned her attention back to The Anaesthetist. His eyes were locked on Ampere’s advancing form. He held out the remote, like some kind of talisman. His fingers hammered on the keys, seemingly unwilling to accept that it was no longer working.

* * *

The lighting abruptly died, plunging Stephanie into darkness. She was about to blast the computer, fearing some kind of trap. But, then the lights flickered back on, bathing the small chamber is a soothing red glow.

The computer didn’t seem to notice that anything untoward had happened. But it did finally relent, giving her the information that she so badly wanted. Her Mistress had been taken to the main storage chamber, and that was all she needed to know.

Restraining herself from the urge to zap the computer now and be done with it. Stephanie took off at a run, limbs blurring into motion. Her fins began to glow, as she pushed herself. In the narrow corridors, she really couldn't let rip, but that didn’t stop her from trying.

Her bare silver soles, began to leave smudged foot prints in the corridor’s floor. Mistress was counting on her, and it just wouldn’t do to keep her waiting.

* * *

Ampere felt almost giddy from the amount of power she was channelling. She just couldn’t contain it all, and electricity cracked around her in a fiery halo. The heroine let the energy coalesce around her fist. By now the villain seemed to have realised that his control was no longer functioning. He dropped the remote, letting it skid across the floor. Then, the villain reached into his theatre scrubs, searching for another weapon.

“Stop right where you are!” She practically screamed, her voice hoarse. “Or so help me I’ll blast you into next week!”

* * *

The Anaesthetist reacted with breath-taking speed, in one fluid motion he threw himself to the side, while drawing a small pistol. The villain rolled to his feet, taking a second to correct his aim. A scintillating bolt of energy shot through the space he had occupied just moments before. Time seemed to slow. He could see the heroine readying another charge, and knew that he had to make this shot count.

* * *

Ampere couldn’t believe how fast the heavy-set villain could move. She tried to ignore the gun pointed at her, and instead, she concentrated on not missing again. In the end, they both fired almost simultaneously, but the results couldn’t have been more different.

Her energy blast struck The Anaesthetist square in the chest. Electricity coiled almost lovingly about him as he spasmed and shook. His clothes smoking slightly, the villain dropped to the ground. Sparks were still playing over his body, as he continued to twitch.

What the villain’s weapon lacked in power, he more than made up for with accuracy. The tiny dart flashed across the room, nicking Ampere’s cheek. She flinched away, and for a moment her control slipped. The room was plunged into darkness for a split second, before being illuminated again, but this time with a sombre red glow.

“System corruption detected, initiating purge protocol,” announced a calm female voice.

* * *

Geist suddenly reappeared in front of her mentor. The young woman rushed to her friend to see what had happened. She was horrified to see the glassy look in Ampere’s eyes. Unbeknownst to the stealthy heroine, the villain’s dart had been tipped with The Confectioner’s drug.

“Amps, you have to do something,” hissed Geist urgently.

A look of incomprehension crossed the heroine’s face while she tried to understand the command. Geist fidgeted nervously, periodically fading from view. She knew that red lighting and calm computer voices never boded well, in her experience they normally led to count downs. What she couldn’t understand was why Ampere wasn’t doing anything; after all, this was very much her area of expertise.

“Ampere, you have to stop the computer doing this ‘purge protocol’,” she tried again. “Please, you’ve got to use your powers”.

* * *

Ampere was struggling to focus, her thoughts seemed clouded and confused. The heroine latched onto Geist’s voice, like a spent swimmer grasping for flotsam. Obediently, she reached out with her powers, trying to stop the computer.

* * *

Geist watched her friend, unable to be sure if she was doing anything. She almost missed the tell-tale sound directly behind her. But, fortunately the young heroine was wound so tightly that even the soft scrape of rubber against the tiled floor stood out starkly against the silence.

* * *

The Anaesthetist hadn’t taken long to recover from Ampere’s blast. He surveyed the scene before him, and was pleased to see Ampere’s blank expression. The other heroine had her back to him, and all he needed to do was dart her as well. Then, he could get his revenge back on track.

* * *

Geist tensed, hoping that the villain would not notice her instinctive reaction. She concentrated, and as she vanished from sight, the young woman dropped to the ground. Her sudden movement took her out of the path of The Anaesthetist’s dart. She heard the villain’s loud curse, but did not pause as she tried to put some distance between them.

* * *

The villain stared, trying to discern some subtle sign that might indicate where the stealthy heroine might be. Then, he had a revelation.

“Ampere,” he said loudly. “You can sense electronics in this room can’t you? I want you to activate anything in this room which feels like what I’m holding in my hand now.”

The villain dangled a plastic collar from his hand, waving it back and forth in front of the drugged heroine’s face. He smiled happily as the coloured LEDs sprung to life, and a thin plume of smoke coiled from its locking mechanism.

He continued to scan the room, waiting for the second heroine to appear in a deliciously unconscious condition. For several seconds he waited, and then he rewarded with a soft thud.

* * *

Stephanie skidded to a halt, gouging long trails in the floor behind her. She had no idea what the ‘purge protocol’ might be, but she didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to guess that it probably wasn’t a good thing.

Throwing all caution to the wind, the former security guard began to move faster and faster. Her cooling fins burnt with white heat, and she ‘pinballed’ through the corridors, approaching Mach one whenever she hit the straights.

A little knot of tension settled into the base of the robot woman’s spine. Pleasure coiled around her, reminding and rewarding her. She was a Good Girl, and Mistress was pleased. A sonic boom followed her along the sloping corridor, and Stephanie almost came.

* * *

Geist had panicked for a few moments when the villain began to address her drugged friend. Ampere had seemed so ‘out of it’, so compliant, that it was possible she might listen to The Anaesthetist. The young woman concentrated, forcing her power to work harder than ever. If she could just remain hidden from Ampere’s exotic senses…

For the desperate girl, it felt as though she was pushing against an invisible wall. She knew from experience that this was the limit of her abilities, but still she strained, hoping to force just a little more. Abruptly something shifted, the wall seemed to give slightly and with her next effort, it just crumbled. Geist was exhilarated and, once it started, her power seemed to rise effortlessly to this new level.

She felt a strange shivering sensation in her neck, which rapidly ran through her body. The heroine looked down in time to see the plastic collar. Bizarrely, it seemed to be falling through her. In the next instant there was a soft thud as it struck the hard floor. Almost immediately the collar activated, and she could only breathe a long sigh of relief at her narrow escape.

While the villain gazed in bafflement at Geist’s discarded collar, the young heroine ran to her friend. She knew that alone she stood little chance against The Anaesthetist. Very carefully she eased her concentration, and was relieved to feel herself gaining more substance. Before, it had been an effort merely to stop her feet from sinking into the floor with each step.

“Amps,” she whispered. “For the moment don’t listen to anyone except me, okay?”

Ampere continued to stare straight ahead, but she murmured, “Yes, Geist.”

“Okay, now zap him again, and then we can get the hell out of here!” She yelled with glee.

* * *

The Anaesthetist turned, startled by the sudden noise. He barely had time to register what he had heard, before another bolt of electricity slammed into him. Once again he fell stricken to the floor, his body twitching as the lightning played over him. For a few seconds he continued to convulse, and then, finally, he lay still and lapsed into blissful unconsciousness.

* * *

Geist grabbed hold of her friend’s arm and gently led the dazed woman. They moved quite slowly, all the more wary of traps. Geist was pushing her power like never before; something had happened to her and suddenly everything seemed so much easier. As far as she could tell, she was ‘cloaking’ them both. Almost as an afterthought, she had told Ampere to seek out and neutralise any security systems.

A part of the young heroine hated herself, she knew that there were other captives in the lair and she didn’t want to leave them. But pragmatism won out in the end. If she had stayed, the only possible outcome was that they both would have ended up in the villain’s clutches again. Shivering at the thought, she led her helplessly docile friend back out into the steam tunnels and freedom.

* * *

The Anaesthetist dragged himself painfully to his feet. Tiny sparks still clung to his body, and the smell of ozone filled his nostrils. His body ached, and the villain could taste blood. Anger shrouded his thoughts, cold and precise. But now was not the time to seek vengeance, instead, he needed to consolidate his position.

If the heroines were stupid enough to stay and fight, then so be it. But, if they wisely chose to flee, he wasn’t going to chase them down. At least, not yet. First, he had to gather up his captives and move them to a safer location.

The villain cursed the base computer, knowing that even if his remote had been working before, it would now have been locked out during the ‘purge’. He slipped quietly into the concealed duct and made his hurried way to the storage chamber. Sometimes up close and personal was the only valid option.

* * *

Stephanie ricocheted around the corner, and burst into the oval room. Numerous metal and plastic cylinders surrounded her, but only two of them showed any signs of activity. She stalked over, scanning each in turn. Then, waves of pleasure flowed through her augmented body, as she found what she had been looking for.

Casually she ripped open the armoured container, revealing the occupants in all their naked, oiled and aroused glory. The former security guard stopped, her olfactory sensors all but overloaded by the smell of lust. The cold machine part of her had to step in, pushing Stephanie into the back seat and taking over.

She felt herself rise towards the first in a long chain of climaxes, as she reached tenderly into cylinder and snapped her Mistress’ bonds. The toughened plastic tore like paper, deploying countermeasures that were entirely useless against their metal-skinned attacker.

Gazing lovingly down at her owner, while her hands continued automatically with their deft work, Stephanie couldn’t rid herself of the image of helplessly eating her Mistress’ succulent pussy. Idly she wondered what it would taste like, even though she knew it would be the most delicious nectar.

Stephanie bent to lift her dazed and disorientated prize out of the oily prison, when her Peripheral Motion Detection System flashed a warning. Leaving Mistress for the moment, she whirled around, and tried to hone in on the furtive movements.

* * *

The Anaesthetist pulled himself up short, and stared in open-mouthed shock at the chrome-plated avatar of destruction that stood between him and his goal. He wracked his brain, but couldn’t find anything other than the vague tingle of familiarity.

His fingers tightened around his pistol’s grip. All it would take was a little scratch and that would take the fight right out of her. The robotgirl couldn’t be armoured everywhere, it was merely a question of finding the right spot.

“Stand aside!” Stephanie demanded, her arm aimed unwaveringly at him.

“Or what?” The villain taunted, quickly recovering from the shock of being seen.

More ports snapped open in response, and a variety of wicked-looking weapons were brought to bear on the startled villain. He glanced down for an instant, and wasn’t surprise to find his chest dancing with tiny red dots.

“Oh,” he nodded, sensing an opportunity.

The Anaesthetist raised his hands very slowly, shielding his pistol from view until the very last moment. The shot was almost miraculous, fear and frustration mingling into just the right combination. The dart flew unerringly, and Stephanie’s sensors couldn’t detect it until it was far too late.

He was expecting her to gag, or to choke, as the tiny needle punched into her mouth. But instead, she remained motionless, staring him down with eyes that glowed with fire.

“How?” He gasped, not understanding.

“This unit is no longer organic,” the robotgirl told him quietly. “Safety interlocks released. Engaging target.”

The Anaesthetist opened his mouth, but his scream of denial died, even before it was born, as the salvo crashed into his already weakened body. Stephanie had not been programmed to use lethal force, and that was the only reason that he survived. Although, when he finally regained consciousness, it was likely that he would wish he hadn’t.

* * *

Fortunately for Ampere, the effects of such a small dose of the drug were only transitory. Still, the two heroines had almost reached their base of operations before she began to recover.

* * *

Geist had decided, after seeing the remains of her car, that walking would be the most appropriate way to get home. It took almost all of the young woman’s attention to keep anyone from noticing them, while she continued to direct her helpless friend.

By the time that they arranged a suitable force to raid the villain’s lair, everyone had, of course, long since moved on. The myriad boobytraps that had been left for them only increased the heroines' frustration. Geist knew, deep down, that she had made the right decision. But, guilt still gnawed at her. She made a solemn vow that if she ever got the chance, The Anaesthetist would not escape again.

* * *

Stephanie cradled her Mistress’ head against her breast, revelling in the warmth that tender contact brought. Her programming had told her that they needed to flee to the nearest ‘safe house’. Unfortunately, she had not been provided with the coordinates of any suitable locations, and so, in the end, she had brought her home.

Once freed from the confines of the base, she had been able to really let herself go. The property damage was immense, but the young woman retained enough initiative to avoid leaving a trail all the way home. Patiently, she waited for her Mistress to awaken. Gently stroking her fingers through the sleeping woman’s hair.

The Gadgeteer moaned softly, and began to stir. Stephanie felt joy fill her again. Mistress spoke, and although she didn’t understand, Stephanie felt the single word tug at something deep inside.

“Jo,” the villainess murmured.

* * *

By the time he recovered, The Anaesthetist could see that his position had become untenable. He knew that his former captives would return, and it was unlikely that they would be stupid enough not to bring allies. Discretion being the better part of valour, he chose to move on. After all, he now had a working version of The Confectioner’s drug as well as a bevy of beautiful captives on whom to test it.

He was smarting from the loss of The Gadgeteer, especially following so closely after the two heroines had escaped. The silver-skinned woman had been a particularly nasty surprise, but the fact that she had chosen to rescue only one of his captives suggested where her provenance might lie. Still, all in all, it was not a bad haul.

No one gave the unmarked lorry a second glance, as it pulled slowly out of the industrial area. It made steady progress, soon leaving the city limits, and heading out onto the open road. The villain sat behind the steering wheel, taking his time, and making sure to stay just below the speed limit.

In the back were three storage cylinders. Each of which carried a comfortably dozing young woman. The girls listened attentively, even in their drug-induced slumber. They soaked up the recordings, which the villain had tailored especially for each of them. Sickly green liquid flowed into each victim, dampening their worries and helping them to just accept and obey.

To be continued…

Epilogue (You Can’t Keep A ‘Good’ Villain Down)

The policewoman shone her torch into the alley, wondering, not for the first time that evening, what she was doing. Her contacts had been particularly unhelpful, but the consensus was that whatever had happened, this would be a good place to start looking.

Of course, without any substantive leads to work with, she was unable to start an official investigation. So, rather than being back home with her feet up, the young woman was rooting around in the back streets of Crescent City.

But Julie Griffith was a woman on a mission, and nothing was going to stop her getting to the bottom of this mystery. The rest of the force might think that there had just been an increase in missing person reports recently, but Julie was certain that something else was going on. For one thing, all the missing people had a number of features in common. All were attractive young women; none had taken any of their belongings with them and no matter how much digging she did into their backgrounds, none seemed to have a reason to disappear.

Whatever trail might have been left was rapidly going cold. All she had were vague rumours, the most substantial of which was the alleged discovered of a pile of discarded clothing in this particular alley. Apparently this had occurred just a short time after the latest 'victim' had been reported missing. It wasn’t much to go on. In fact, it was probably nothing to do with her 'case' at all. But something tingled in the back of Julie’s mind, call it a hunch or female intuition, she just knew that she had to investigate.

Julie had taken advantage when they relaxed the rules regarding the minimum height for police officers. Just a shade over five feet, she would never be an intimidating figure. But she had a calm and friendly manner that served her well. She wore her sandy-blonde hair up when on duty, only revealing its full length when off. Her round face was quite heavily freckled and she spoke with a slight lisp that was just the right side of ‘cute’.

The young constable’s blue eyes scanned her surroundings once more. Perhaps it had been pointless to come here in the middle of the night, but her source had suggested a degree of urgency. Eventually though, despite her best efforts to find some sort of clue, she had to admit that this appeared to have been a ‘wild-goose chase’. Somewhat despondently, Julie retraced her steps, back to where she had parked her car.

After unlocking the car remotely with her key-fob, she had an unpleasant surprise when she took hold of the door handle. It felt strange, and when she snatched her hand away, she realised that it was coated with something sticky. Julie wiped her hand against her trousers, before briskly pulled open the door. She dropped onto the driver’s seat, still trying to get the tacky substance off of her fingers.

She was too annoyed to notice the slightly prickling in her fingers, and almost as soon as she sat down, something else happened, which drove all other thoughts from her mind.

A large hand suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She gasped in surprise, as it abruptly closed around her face, pulling hard and pinning her head against the seat. At first she had thought that the hand was gloved, but then she realised that it too was coated in the same sticky mess. A rich, sweet smell filled her nostrils, making her feel light-headed almost immediately.

Julie struggled, trying to break the grip. But, at the same time, she felt a second arm encircle her waist. The battle was mercifully short, the young police woman had no leverage and her assailant was almost preternaturally strong. In those first few seconds she had breathed in enough of the sweet vapour that even if she had managed to get loose, she would not have remained conscious for long.

As her eyelids drooped, and her struggled grew progressively less urgent, she heard a strange gurgling voice whisper to her.

“That’s it Julie, breathe nice and deeply for me and when you wake up, you’ll have found out what happened to all those other girls who disappeared…”

The constable’s last thought before she drifted into darkness, was incomprehension as to why, despite what was happening to her, all she felt was an incredible sense of arousal.

The Confectioner held his hand in place for several more minutes, until he was sure that his pretty captive was asleep. Then, he swiftly stripped her, discarding her clothing in the alley she had been searching, (well, he hadn’t lied entirely with the stories he had used to lure her here. He had merely taken some liberties regarding the time frame).

The villain had been through some significant 'changes' following the unexpected dunking in his own sugar vat. After he had managed to fight off the sedating and aphrodisiac effects, the true horror revealed itself. At first he thought that he would be able to scrub himself clean. But it soon became clear that no matter how much he tried, he remained coated with a tacky, sugary film. It was almost as if his body was producing more of the substance, in order to replace what was removed.

Never entirely in touch with reality, The Confectioner went completely over the edge. For several weeks he lurked and hid, not knowing or understanding what he could do next. Only when he heard that his belongings had been ‘stolen’ from the police, did some part of him resurface. Now he had a plan, but he would need some capital, and what better way to generate this than to do what he enjoyed the most?

So, the villain began a spree of abductions. Kidnapping women had always excited him, and there was a flourishing market for beautiful young women. Especially when he could get them ‘to order’ and arrange a little ‘conditioning’ so that they would arrive at their new owner’s feeling particularly ‘tractable’.

It was unfortunate for the young policewoman that she had proven so keen to solve the spate of kidnappings. It was of course even more unfortunate that her name had appeared on a ‘shopping list’ which was forwarded to The Confectioner for collection.

Having man-handled her into the boot of her own car, the villain took a leisurely drive back to his lair. The sticky syrup that still clung to Julie’s face would leave her dreaming happily for the foreseeable future. She would not appreciate it, but the villain was drawing out her last few minutes of relative freedom. Once they arrived at his lair, the pretty policewoman was doomed!

* * *

End of Arc Three…

WOW!!!
Amazing - you are an incredible writer!

*blushes*

Why, thank you... I'm so glad you enjoyed.

A great continuation of the story probably the best chapter yet, so many debauched & evil ideas! I loved the predicament Ampere & her sidekick were to be put in at the end where they had to compete against each other for their freedom or enslavement. :-)

Thank you, it's always nice to hear when something works (or not) and I appreciate the time people are taking to read.

Next Arc should probably be ready in a week or two...

Top notch!

Thank you, I'm pleased the story continues to be so well received.