Super-Heroine Magnetism

-This is another piece I have been working on for years. I wanted
to write a story about a guy who reluctantly becomes a
super-villain. I have not given up on this it, I like what I have
so far and pretty much know where I am going with it.-
Miles Martin (martin369@hushmail.com)


  	Ever wonder how people become super-villains? Why someone would want to rule the world? Rain death and destruction down on innocent people? How anyone could consider wealth and power more important than being a decent human being? I know I sure as shit never pondered these questions. But if you have ever had these questions run through your mind or even if you have come to any conclusions on these topics, here is the story of how I became a super-villain. How I inherited the mantle of Terror M.D.
 
	Let us set the record (if there is a record) straight, I did not start out wanting to take over the world. I did not have an uncontrollable urge to murder people and cause suffering. I had never considered ruling with an iron fist. Shit, I have never even been in a fight, let alone watch the life fade out of someones eyes. I was a loser, but not one of those tortured and hate filled loners that plots of how everyone will pay. I was the kind that was just ignored by everyone. I had no real friends, my family only ever talked to me if they wanted something, and I had women fighting over who would have the honor of giving their virginity to me first. No, that was not even true in my fantasies. I could not even find an imaginary girlfriend. I had yet to even hold a girls hand, let alone kiss, or have sex with one. To make matters worse I had a shit job delivering pizza, with no real prospects of going anywhere but down.

	Now you, dear reader, might say, Dear narrator, why aint yous bein goin to dem thar college, fur dat thar learnns? And I would laugh at your poorly spoken question and then retort with my dear reader, I regrettably have to inform you that I lack the funds to proceed with such a positive life changing endeavor. For even if I could find scholarships, student loans, or grants I would still be forced to work so that I could afford to live. So all I would end up with is less free time, less hours I could work, and debt to look forward to. I unfortunately was one of those people neither rich nor poor enough to be able to easily get a higher education. Damn you lower middle class! While I had the intellect, I did not have the luck, at least then. Yet I digress. All you True Believers need to know is that I was not a happy person. Nuff Said!

	I was pondering the shittiness of said life as I was taking a walk on one of the few days off granted to me by my slave lord, I mean boss. I would go for walks to help find my center and also to try and find a reason not to kill myself. I usually failed at both, but at least I never worked up the balls to go through with the suicide. This day was nothing special. I found myself walking around downtown. Now for most people all big cities look like shit, and they would be dead on. But one can look past the grim, grit, and (wait whats a word for hobo that starts with a Gfuck there goes the alliteration!). For suburban and rural places are just as shitty as urban ones, yet for different reasons. So I was walking along finding the beauty within my fair city, just minding my own business, which is what one does in an urban environment. For that is the first rule of the big city: One does not talk about fight club or mind any business that is not ones own. (The second rule is not to make really over used and clich references to movies, based off books, starring both Brad Pitt and Edward Norton).
 
I was too busy not minding other peoples businesses to see an old man wearing O.R. scrubs, dried blood incrusted gloves, and that weird metal headband mirror thingy that doctors wear, run right into me. Oh and I do not mean he ran into me, as in he was running and we bumped into each other, I mean he ran into me with his car. Yep, he had jumped the curb and collided right into me. Granted, he was not driving all that fast when he hit me, but still, boy did that sting. I came to my senses on the hood of the moving car and checked that nothing was broken on, in, or attached to me, when the old man finally realized I was on his hood. Our gazes met and I also made a realization. As he floored it, I was recognizing him as not just some old man dressed as a doctor, but as Terror M.D. one of the resident super-villains of my fair city.
 
He swerved and sped up, trying to get me off his hood, but I held on like my life depended on it, for it kind of did. But there is a reason why driving instructors do not recommend hitting people, speeding, and then swerving. I know it is tempting at times, but take it from me. Terror M.D. found out the hard way, and vicariously so did I. By this time I had found myself on his windshield, blocking his view. Thus he did not see the lamp post until it was far too late, and we both smashed into it. I once more was lucky enough to not die, break anything, or internally hemorrhage when I slammed down to the ground. Terror M.D. did not seem much worse for wear when he bolted out of the car with a weird looking gun in his hand. Yet at this point my attention was not focused on him.

For out of the wild blue yonder came the blonde blue eyed wonder.  Epsilon-Girl flew in ready for action. I had never seen any of the citys super folk before: neither hero, heroine, villain, nor villainine villainess villianatrix? But riding on the curtails of my first encounter with evil, came my first encounter with good. I would say let me describe her for you, my dear reader, but I am sure you can already tell what she might look like. Long blonde hair, blue eyed, big chest, great ass, and all the normal trappings of a sensual goddess. Terror M.D. exclaimed obscenities as he turned to look up at the flying young super human. I made the connection that she was probably the one he had been running, I am sorry I mean driving, from. There I was, your everyday mild mannered loser, right smack dab in the middle of the beginnings of an epic super criminal and super vigilante show down.
 
Epsilon-Girl hovered above the ground as she looked down on Terror M.D. and exclaimed Give it up lawbreaker, it is time to throw in the towel, for the jig is up! It occurred to me that this statement had to be one of the most redundant things I have ever heard, but I think Epsilon-Girl was still kind of new to the whole super crime fighting circle. So both I and Terror M.D. (or is that Terror M.D. and I?) let the redundancy slide. But Terror M.D. did not let the whole wanting him to give up thing slide. Instead he laughed, aimed his weird gun looking apparatus at the floating heroine, and yelled You stupid bitch! Terror M.D. does not fear some newbie greenhorn wanna-be super tramp, who is still wet behind the ears! Again it occurred to me that this was redundant as shit, but I was starting to realize this was perhaps part of the whole world conquering and world saving subculture. He continued I have here in my hand, my finest invention. This ray gun will take over the mind of anyone I shot with it, forcing them to become my slave, follow my bidding, and further my agenda! Although in truth, the first person who gives you a command will automatically be assumed to be me by you, but for all intent and purpose that will be me anyway! With that he let out an evil laugh and shot the ray gun right at Epsilon-Girl.

When the ray hit Epsilon-Girl it seemed to knock her unconscious, and vicariously out of the sky. But what I had failed to mention before dear reader, is that she had been carrying a car in her hands. So her unceremonious uncalled-for unconsciousing led to said car plummeting to earth, right on top of Terror M.D. I do not think that the dear dread doctor had anticipated this, for he was smashed underneath the falling car. All I could see once the dust settled were his legs sticking out from under the car. I was kind of expecting them to roll in on themselves like in the wizard of oz, but no such luck. As I got closer it became quite clear that he was dead, all the blood and gore pouring out from underneath the car and the fact that the legs were not actually any longer attached to the rest of the body. I suppose he did not have any super powers, and was just some sort of mad scientist like deal.

I ran over to where Epsilon-Girl had landed and was preparing myself for the worst. But fortunately there was no blood and gore at this crash landing. She looked banged up, but nothing seemed broken. Yet she was still unconscious. Now here, dear readers, is where my life truly changed. I decided to take it on myself, being the good citizen that I was, to help her. I realized I could not allow her to go to a hospital, for that might compromise her secret identity if she had one. But I could not just leave her there lying in the street, who knows what vile acts the barbaric citizenry of my not-quite-that-fair-really city would perform on the helpless young heroine. So I made the decision to take her back to my place. Now I know this was not the smartest of ideas, and one should never move someone that might have head or spinal damage, but I think the rules change when super humans are involved. Plus it just seemed like the right thing at the time, granted I might have been in shock, or had a concussion from being hit by a car and then driven into a lamp post. So I picked her up, she was far lighter then I had expected, and carried her to my car (which fortunately was not that far off).
As I drove home I had a good opportunity to really take in a good look of her. She was about as tall as I am, just short of 5 and a half (pardon the pun, or dont).Her costume consisted of a typical spandex leotard kind of deal. The white material clung to her curvaceous body nicely. On her chest was a red circle inside of which was a huge pink lowercase epsilon, &#400;. Again I must say dear readers; she was the atypical attractive super female. We made it back to my place without any further trouble. I rent a shitty, overpriced, and under-maintenanced apartment. I carried her up, in, and then on to my bed. Not sure what to do from there, I sat down next to the bed and waited for her to come too. And waited, and waited, and guess whatthere was some more waiting. Hours went by and then days and week and months, andno it was only minutes, but she had not come to yet. It had been around noon when the whole debacle had occurred, and so I thought it might be a good idea to make something to eat.

I went into the kitchen and made a couple sandwiches, then decided to bring her a glass of water, for when she came too. So I came back into my room and watched her sleep as I ate my sandwich. I was starting to nod off myself when she finally started to come to. I grabbed the glass of water and hurried to her side. As her eyes opened I thrust the glass to her mouth and said drink this. A questioning look came over her face, then a puzzled look, then this really weird zoned-out look, then a look that might have been lust, and finally she just drank the fucking water. As she drank the water, I, being the great Casanova that I was, stammer out Uh, you might be wondering who I am and where you are. Wellumyou seeI guess you and uh Terror M.D. had a battle and I was there. He kind of shot you with some sort of ray gun thingy. You accidently sort of murdered him with a dropped car, as you fell from the sky. But if you need it, I will tell the cops that it was all his own faultthat because he had shot you with his ray gun thingyanyways, I thought I would help, and not sure if you would want to be taken to a hospital I brought you back to my apartment, until you came to, which is right now I finally was able to shut myself up and not embarrass myself any further, if that is at all possible.

She just stared at me with a combination of that lustful look and that zoned-out look. It was really fucking weird, is only way to put it. She finally broke the silence with Thank you Master. This of course surprised the shit out of me, until I remembered what the real Terror M.D. had said about the whole first person to give a command thing. I also realized the first thing I had said to her was drink this which could be taken as a command. It took a few minutes for me to come to these conclusions. The whole time Epsilon-Girl was just watching me with a smile and a look of anticipation on her face.

Since I knew that assuming things would make an ass out of me and you (But not you and I), dear reader, I asked her You think I am Terror M.D.?

 She of course smiled and said Yes Master.

I am not Terror M.D., he is dead. And I am not your Master. I tried to argue with her. But she just continued to watch me with that strange look. Well fuck, I thought to myself, Look at the gods damned predicament you seemed to have fallen into. So I scratched my head and asked her well, uh, you hungry? and I pushed the sandwich towards her.

She giggled, which was just damn right adorable, and grabbed the sandwich. I proceeded to watch her eat this said sandwich, and contemplated my options. I came to the realization I had no idea what my options were or if I had any for that matter. In this time Epsilon-Girl had finished eating. She peered up at me and giggled once more, saying, Thank you again Master.

I decided the best source of information was probably Epsilon-Girl herself, I mean this was her line of work after all. She probably dealt with this kind of shit all the time. So I asked her the most obvious question first, Do you know who you are?

She looked at me quizzingly and giggled once more, which was really starting to turn me on. Of course Master, I am Epsilon-Girl.

I smiled back at her and with as much patronization as I could, said good good. But do you remember your secret identity? That is if you have oneyou do not have to tell me what it is, if you have one that is

A worried look came across her face. I cant remember. Who am I? she asked me, with a look that told she was ready to accept anything I said of her as blind truth.

Shit this was no good. So the next logical thing I asked was What do you remember?

She inched closer to me, and somehow made the act weirdly erotic. I remember that I live to please you Master. My body is yours for the taking. I will do anything for you, my Master.

Once my head cleared of all the sinful things I wanted to do to the hot young super powered blonde, who was bluntly letting me know that she would willingly and enthusiastically allow me to do these things to her, I was left with the conclusion that my thread of inquiry was going nowhere slowly or possibly fast. (You would think the distinction would be obvious. Then again how does one measure the speed of a conception? In parsecs?) What I did know was that she was really getting to me, and that it was a safe bet that I should not take advantage of her. It really does suck to be a nice guy, for they not only finish last but get kicked in the nuts for doing it.

My newly acquired sweet young sex slave, for lack of me looking for a better term, had not squandered the time it took me to self indulge my moral code. No she had continued on her trek to getting ever closer to me; leading to her final leap from the bed onto me. This of course triggered the evolutionary fear of things predatorily leaping on to me. I was transfer back to the days of the caveman, while she was the beautiful, and powerful, leopardess easily, and sexily, ripping me to shreds. Only this time the only things being ripped were my clothes. I had to let cooler heads prevail, well I did not have to or want to orshit why was I not letting her rape me again? I knew I could not overpower her, so I did the only thing I could think of and tried to reason with her. Come on now, wait. We do not know each other that well. I do not think we should do anything. This is all happening against your will. You would not normally do anything like this, at least I imagine. Lets not do anything we might regret. The list went on and on, and I was surprised when I was not surprised that none of these worked one fucking bit.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, so in the most commanding voice I could muster, while being raped by a beautiful woman, I sniveled please?

This got a giggle, which led to a belly laugh. Thus it was just the distraction I needed to escape her grasp. She was too busy laughing to care. I moved out of her reach and sat down on the bed. She watched me whilst laughing at my pathetic display. This caused me to start laughing as well. There is nothing like a good laugh to clear up the air after a failed rape attempt.
 
When our laughing fit was over and we had both more or less come back to our senses, I broke the ice with I do not want to take advantage of you. We need to find a way to reverse this.

She, in a cute as a button little girl voice, said whatever you say Master.
I felt the will to fight my urges start to question its meaning in life, and knew that I needed to get out of my house. I quickly turned to my door and bolted, spouting I need some fresh air. As I ran out the door.

My first thought was to go back to the crime scene, but realized that the police would have already been involved and it must have been cleaned up or something. The whole super fighting thing was new to me, so I was not sure how it worked. In the end I just decided to go for a walk to clear my head and let all the excitement sink in. I walked and walked and guess what I skipped, no I walked some more. It is not every day that you have a sex obsessed super heroine convinced that you are a super villain and also their Master, so I had a lot to digest. I knew that the right thing to do would be not taking advantage of her, no matter how much I really wanted to. I then started to question the very meaning of the right thing to do. I debated ethics for a while, letting my philosophical side argue with itself. Finally the sun had set and neither side had really made any head way. I looked up and was not all that amazed when I found myself standing in front of my apartment complex.

As I walked through the door I realized I was fantastically fucking famished. Not seeing Epsilon-Girl anywhere I headed toward my bedroom to ask her if she was hungry. Walking into my room, guess what I saw, no really guess, the type of story it has been so far, you, dear reader, must know what I saw. You would be correct if you answered that the innocent super heroine was lying lewdly spread out naked on my bedfingering herself.
 
With her oh so adorable little girl voice she purred welcome home Master.
I of course tried to avert my eyes as I grabbed my bathrobe off the dresser. Tossed it to her saying you probably want to take a shower. Go ahead; just make sure to put on some clothes before you come out here. And with that I walked out of the room and straight to the kitchen. Hearing the shower turn on, I started to make diner. Now I am no great chief, or even a decent one for that matter, but I can cook for myself. Or at least I am willing to eat the things that I do cook, or better yet have no choice but to eat it. I am especially good with soups or stews, which is exactly what I made. It is remarkable what one can do with a can of pinto beans, some left over steak, and an onion. Again this is no fancy schmancy fine dining. Just as I was spooning up bowls of said soup, I heard the shower finally turn off. She had seemed to be in there a longer than normal time, but shit it is not like I have any experience with women, so what the fuck do I know.

Hearing her footsteps coming into the kitchen, I turned around to find her wearing my bathrobe. Damn that was hot. Delight spread over her face as she saw the bowls sitting on the table.

Oh Master, I should be the one cooking for you. She said in a mock scolding tone. As she sat down at the table, the front of the robe came apart and I found out that the carpet matches the drapes.
 
I riveted my eyes back to my bowl and dug in. I could feel her eyes on me as I hurriedly finished off my soup, gaining first and second degree burns in my mouth in the process. Once finished I headed straight for the sink, looking for anything that I could use as a distraction. This did not work as well as I had so poorly planned. For she snuck up behind me and rubbing her breasts into my back as she reached around me to place her bowl in the sink. After she dropped it in, she wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her head on my shoulder. I felt her nipples stab into my back. From their adamantium like feel, she must have been really fucking aroused. It felt nice to have someone hold me in their arms, something I was not used to at all. I finished up the dishes, basking in her warmth, and then turned myself around to look her in the face. It took all the strength I could muster to tell her You are going to take my bed. I will be sleeping on the couch.

Not surprising she retaliated with the cutest little girl pout. Whatever you say Master. And with that she rested her head on my chest. There was nothing I could do but engulf her in my own arms and breathe in the wonder scent of her hair. Living alone one forgets how much one misses contact with other people. (Plus one starts to refer to ones self as one.) Not just physical contact, but the smell of another person. It is something you do not know you are missing, until you live without it.

We stayed like that for a few minutes until my arms started to ache. Untangling myself from her, I stuttered out well I better get some blankets for the couch. And so I walked out of the kitchen trying to remember where the fuck my linen closet was. That is when I realized I did not have a linen closet, and that the only sheets and blankets I had were on my bed. Furthermore I was not even all that sure what linens wereSo I went into my room and found some dirty towels on the floor ready for washing. I carried them out to the living room and onto the couch. This was going to be a long night, I thought to myself as I made my new bed ready.

It was still pretty early, but I figured that it was probably better if we went to bed early before anything else happened. So I lied to her and said, We better go to bed now, I have to get up early tomorrow. And with that I pushed her into my room and shut the door. I fumbled around the room, turning off all the lights, but my eyes were stuck on my bedroom door. I eventually found my way to the couch and crawled under my pile of towels. I knew I was not going to get much sleep that night. And I was right, but eventually I must have passed out.

I slowly started to wake up to a pleasant feeling. I was half awake and half asleep, but just allowed myself to flow with the pleasure. I had no worries, no problems, and everything was great. The pleasure started to get greater, and thats when I came fully awake. I realized where the pleasure was coming from, as I felt a suctioning on my cock. I opened my eyes to the image of a beautiful blonde super vixen with my cock in her mouth. I task you dear reader to try to hold out when you see such a titillating sight (well perhaps you few female readers could hold out for lack of a cock). That was all it took. I shot off, right into her mouth. The suction never slowed, as she swallowed my fertile baby making batter, smiling around my cock. She was staring me straight in the eye, with a mischievous look in hers. I was too lost in the bliss of my first fellatio, to try to stop her (or care for that matter).

But when I came down from my pleasure peeks, reality struck me. I had just taken advantage of the poor defenseless young woman. Well truthfully, she had taken advantage of me being asleep, but that is just arguing semantics. I tried to wipe the blissful grin off my face, and look serious and upset.
Before I could say anything, Epsilon-Girl let my cock fall out of her mouth, and still smiling she bubbled Master you said you needed to wake up early. Did I do a good job waking you up?

With that I gazed down at my watch. Mother fucking 6 am! I groaned and rolled my eyes. I normally do not get up until about 10am, since I need to be at work at 11. It was my own damn fault for lying to her. I had to laugh, as I told her Yeah that sure woke me right up. But I normally do not wake up this early.

Suddenly the smile was gone from her face. A look of dread and fear took over, as tears started to stream down her face, Oh Master I am so sorry that I have displeased you. You do not deserve to have such a terrible slave! I am not worthy of you.

I was shocked. Completely speechless. She must have taken what I had said as a rebuke. I tried to sooth her, No no no, I am not displeased with you. You could not have known what time I wanted to wake up at. Everything is fine. No need to cry. This did not help much. So I took her in my arms and laid her down next to me. She cried into my chest as I tried to praise her That was a wonderful wake up call. It is great that you took it upon yourself to wake me up like that. I loved it. You are a terrific slave. I am the one not worthy of you. Her crying finally ceased, and I felt her start to relax. I held her too me for a few more minutes, until I realized she had fallen asleep. Not wanting to wake her, I carefully reached down and grabbed the towels, throwing them back over us. It felt nice to have such close contact with another human being. Especially when that human being was a beautiful naked woman. I too soon drifted off to sleep, feeling warm and relaxed.
I awoke this time to an odd smell. I recognized the smell, but could not place it. I open my eyes and sawSMOKE! Oh shit, my house is on fucking fire! I yelled as I jumped out of bed, er...couch. Looking for the source of the smoke, I turned toward the kitchen. There all the burners were on full blast, with blackened brunt crisps in the skillets on the burners. Furthermore there was smoke coming from my toaster and my microwave. I rushed to the oven, and turned off all the burners. I heard a sound behind me, turning just in time to have a bucket of water thrown right into my face. Just fucking great! What is this some fucking slap-stick movie now! Still dripping, I unplugged both the toaster and the microwave. I grabbed a towel off the couch and threw the skillets into the sink, running water over them. I turned around to find Epsilon-Girl with her head in her hands, crying once more.
 
I am sooooo sorry Master. I meant to have breakfast ready for you when you woke up. But then the toast started burning and the microwave started sparking, and I completely forgot about the oven when I ran into the bathroom to get a bucket of water. She whimpered as I took her into my arms once more.

Do not worry about it. It is a beautiful gesture, trying to make me breakfast. It does not matter then you messed up. It is the thought that counts. Maybe cooking is just not one of your super powers huh. I told her as I rubbed her back.

She started to weakly laugh, while still sniffling. I just kept hold of her, as I shook my head. Fuck it was like having a pet. An emotionally volatile pet. An emotionally volatile pet, which could crush my skull with one finger.
By the time she calmed down and stopped crying, I realized it was time for me to get to work. I let her go, asking if she was alright now. She nodded, so I ran into my room to grab some clothes. Once dressed, I rushed out the door yelling I have to get to work. I am sure you can find something to do while I am gone. I had a foreboding feeling about leaving her, but I did not have a choice. Before she could say anything I was gone.

As you, dear reader, might guess, it was a typical day at work. As in, it sucked major ass. The whole day my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the beautiful super vixen. I kept kicking myself for not taking advantage of her. Imagine that, feeling guilty for not raping someone! Why do I have to be a nice guy? What has it ever got me? Who did I think I was with this moral bull shit? When will I ever learn? Where was that nice Chinese place that had that orange chicken I love so much? These deep philosophical questions were troubling, especially when I could not answer them. The little Nietzsche inside me was telling me to be an bermensch, not to let the slave mentality of religious morals keep me down. Luckily the day dragged, allowing me plenty of time to wallow in my own worthlessness.  Which I sure as shit appreciated.
In due course I once more found myself dragging my sorry carcass back to my apartment. By now I was ready to buy a gun and threaten my mind to shut the hell up, maybe hold a body part hostage or something. (Perhaps a pinkie toe). I was most definitely not ready for what I walked in on. I do not think anyone would be prepared for it.

Right about now you are probably thinking it must be something sexual, you dirty minded reader you. I cannot fault you for this. I too in your circumstances would think along the same lines. For my tale has followed that line of thought so far. It is a logical assumption. But therein lays the problem. I would not have said I was not prepared for walking in on the boobilicous and bodacious blonde doing something sexual. For in all honesty, I was starting to expect that from her. No, this was something altogether different.

As I walked in my apartment door, the sight before me, that caught me so off guard, was a huge pile of canvas bags. Now this might be an odd sight, yes, but what was surprising was that they had that old cartoon dollar sign on it. Add that with the fact that there were hundred dollar bills falling out of the bags, and you might understand why I this not see this coming.
I have never been a rich man. (If I were, then all day long I'd biddy biddy bum. If I were a biddy biddy rich, Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.). I am not the type of guy who has bags of money lying around. I know it might be unbelievable to you, dear reader, but it is true. I am poor.

So finding this comical pile of money just lying on the floor of my apartment brought up a lot of questions. Questions to which there was only one person I could think of to ask. So once my utter shock had minimized a wee bit, I raised my gaze to find my new house guest.
 
She was not hard to find, actually I had to look behind the gargantuan pile of moolah. She was beaming with pride, with a look that begged me to praise her. She looked so innocent, naive, and just so darn cute. And well shucks, I couldnt help myself from smiling too.
 
Like a parent whose child just cannot seem to do anything without making a mess, I chuckled an exacerbated sigh and shook my head. Sex slave ex-super heroines will be sex slave ex-super heroines. I already knew the answer, but I had to ask it. In the least threatening or judgmental tone I could muster, I asked Where did this money come from?

She beamed even brighter, and in a singsong voice responded I robbed a bank, Master.

Not wanting to hurt her feelings, I continued to smile at her like I was so proud of her. Ah, and why is it that you robbed this bank? I asked her, in a humoring fashion.

This time she looked kind of bashful as she responded with, to help further your cause, Master. I did not think you would be able to take over the world if you still had to work. So now you dont need to worry about money, so you can quit your job.

Well at least I now know what Terror M.D. was planning. I thought to myself, as she finished. I was not sure what I could do with the money. I could not give it back, for I would not be able to explain how I got it, and would probably just be arrested. Knowing Epsilon-Girl, she would just break me out of jail. I had to do something. I decided, somewhat reluctantly that the next day I would go to the bank and tell them I found the money lying in an alley or something.
 
Looking at Epsilon-Girl, I realized I could not scold her for doing this; she was only doing what she thought was right and needed to do. Not knowing what to do, I walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder saying Good job.
The happiness and pleasure I saw in her face from my praise was amazing. And it had not even been genuine praise! I had so much power over this beautiful woman, it was becoming harder and harder to resist.

I needed a distraction, so headed for the kitchen to start making diner. She of course followed me, trying to argue that she should be cooking for me. After what had happened this morning, there was no fucking way I would even consider her touching anything. But instead of that, I told her I love to cook. It gives me pleasure to cook for you. If need be, I command you to allow me to cook for you.

And with that a smile spread over her face, and she kissed me on the cheek. You are too good to me, Master.

I blushed and went back to work, as she watched me. There was still some soup left over from last night, so I just heated that up. With that I added a salad. I am not much of a salad guy, but one must mix up their meals a little at least. And its high in fiber, one can never get too much fiber. At least that is what my grandmother used to say. (But then again she did have pretty loose bowels.)

This nights diner went far better than the previous nights. I was growing more accustomed to having the super-heroine around, so we were able to relax and finish diner without incident. Well she did try to play a little footsy, but I just tried to ignore it.
 
When we finished diner, and after I washed the dishes, it was getting late. It was time for bed. The way things had gone this morning; I realized that me taking the couch was not going to change a thing. Her super powers meant that if she really wanted to do something, there was no way I could stop her. So I relented and decided we could both take my bed. Now being a poor bachelor that I was, I had a twin size bed. So there was not going to be much room for both of us. But I knew this would not matter to her, in fact it would most likely be more then welcome.

I started to get ready for bed. Since I did not have any toiletries for my guest, I allowed her to use my toothbrush. It occurred to me that she might have some super VD, which I might catch from using the same toothbrush. (I mean it is not like I actually know this girl or anything.) But there was nothing I could do about that. Plus with how well I was going at stopping her from sleeping with me

Soon enough we found ourselves crawling into bed. It was nice to actually have someone under the covers with me. This thought crossed my mind as she snuggled in close to me. With my arm protectively around her, I found myself quickly and easily relaxing into a deep sleep. And a nice deep sleep it was. I do not think I had slept as good since I was a baby in my mothers arms. I guess the lack of human contact and affection had really gotten to me.
I awoke the next day refreshed, to a pair of bright blue eyes watching me. I guess she had awakened before I had, and not wanted to wake me up. I looked at my watch and it was 12 oclock. I had overslept. For the first time in my entire life, I was late for work. But damn I felt good. Well I need to go to the bank anyway, so I might as well just take the day off of work. I thought to myself, with a smile. There was movement under the covers and suddenly I felt a hand wrap around my morning wood and start pumping it. I looked down into Epsilon-Girls eyes to tell her to stop, but the devotion and eagerness to please I saw in them turned me on far too much. Besides it felt good, and no one was really being hurtI justified to myself as I gave into the pleasure.
 
Epsilon-Girl pressed her breasts into my side as she whispered into my ear, Oh Master, you are so big and hard for me. You are turning me on, so badly. I do not think I can control myself. She nibbled on my ear lobe as her pumping rhythm sped up.
 
This was all too much for me. I lost control and erupted right there and then. She kept pumping, milking the cum out of me.
 
When I had finished, she brought her hand out from under the covers, and licked it clean. Making sure she tongued up every last drop. After her hand was coated in her saliva, she ducked her head under the covers, working to clean up the rest of the cum on my thighs and cock. Once this was finished, she seductively crawled up my body and out from under the covers. When her head popped out from the sheet, I grabbed her and pulled her to my lips, tasting the saltiness of my own semen. I had gone from getting none, to almost snow balling with a beautiful woman that would be the envy of any man, just in two days.
 
We lay in bed basking in the glow of sex for a few more minutes. But eventually I crawled out of the bed, reluctantly. I felt like a little boy who wanted to beg his mother to let him stay home from school. But I dragged myself into the bathroom anyway. Not surprisingly Epsilon-Girl followed me in. I decided not to make something of it, if she wanted to watch me take a whiz more power to her. When that was finished I climbed into the shower, with my little super vixen on my tail. Again, no use in fighting it. I allowed her to wash me, swatting away her hand when it strayed too long at my cock. When she was finished, I grabbed the soap and slathered it around her. This was my first real look at her naked body. I was somewhat surprised to find she had pubic hair. Not that I thought she had not reached pubertyor that I had been thinking about her pubic hair, I just figured that with the tight spandex super suit thingy she wears, it might just be better to shave it all off. (Perhaps a bit less embarrassing) Again not to say she had a huge 70s bush or something, but she had a moderate growth. This line of thought got me thinking about her current wardrobe, which consisted all of one thing. After the bank, we would do a little clothing shopping, I decided. Soon enough, we were both good and clean. I had to force myself, not to play too long with any of her girly bits and pieces. We climbed out and got dressed. Since all she had was her super suite, to be a little less conspicuous, I had her put a raincoat over it. Ok I know this does anything but make you less conspicuous but it was all I had (and I just had to fit the clich!). I usually do not eat breakfast, well it would have been lunch anyway, so we skipped it and just headed out.

I did not want to walk around, or drive in this instance, with huge bags of money. So I left them at home, I grabbed a few bills, in case they need to read the bar codes or something. I asked Epsilon-Girl about the bank robbery, trying not to sound upset or something about it. She quickly took the hint, and told me which bank to go to. And so we headed off.

The bank was not too far off, so it only took a few minutes to get there. I parked the car, and told Epsilon-Girl to come in with me, but to try not to bring too much attention to us. We walked in, and of course there was a huge ass fucking line for the tellers. Just fucking great! I thought to myself, standing behind a man who smelled of barbeque sauce, sulfur and peanut butter, a combination not generally smelt.

It took a good half hour, before we found ourselves at the front of the line. I heard the telltale Sir, I can help you over here and we were off! Dashing, no speeding, no jogging, no walking, no not even that, ummm trudging over to the open teller window. Very unsuredly I told the woman behind the window, I have never done this before. I found a huge pile of money yesterday, I think it is from this bank. I would like to return it, how pray tell would I go about this? At least that is what I meant to say. I think it ended up coming out as I want to GIVE ALL THE MONEY back from the BANK ROBBERY yesterday. I probably even emphasized it like that too.
The tellers eyes shot open and she let out a blood curdling screaming. Her arm flew under her end of the wall and I knew the silent alarm had been pressed. The smelly guy that had stood in front of me was at the teller next to me. He shouted Dat dem dar asshole be tryn to burglarize this fine establishment, how repulsive!

I spun around trying to explain myself. I was struck dumb when Epsilon-Girl threw off her raincoat and lifted off into the air.

A room full of hurrahs and huzzahs replaced the screaming. I even heard one elderly woman yell, Teach that young hoodlum some manners.
 
A bank guard with his gun drawn stepped forward, aiming at me. Before I could react, Epsilon-Girl swooped down, grabbed the guard and threw him into the wall. I could see a trail of blood follow him down to the ground. There was a huge dent where is skull had smashed into the wall. She then turned to everyone else and yelled, My Master, the new Terror M.D., is robbing this bank. So, hand over all the money and no one has to get hurt.

Everyone who had been cheering let out suspense filled gasps. It occurred to me, that if this were some TV show, this is where it would fade to black, and the commercials would start. Yet of course and not surprisingly this did not happen. (But what if it had? Would not that just be like so totally awesome?!) I heard the wailings of police cars on their way. I looked around astonished as everyone started throwing down their wallets. Even the security guards were throwing in their wallets and guns.  One of the tellers had opened the vault and all of his fellow employees joined him in running inside and grabbing bags of money, throwing them at my feet. (I would have thought that banks would be a lot harder to rob!) One of them tapped me on the shoulder and I swung around quickly, surprised. He cringed away, waiting for a blow or to be shot. When none came he looked up at me and asked I am sorry to bother you Mr. I mean Dr. Terror M.D. Sir, we sorted all the money into different piles. The pile on the right all have those exploding ink bombs that ruins the money. I do not recommend taking those. But um would you like us to put all the other bags on a cart, so you can escape easier? Then we can all tie ourselves up. Unless that is you want to take hostages. I will ask around for volunteers. Man these fucks were doing all the robbing themselves; I did not even have to lift a finger. (What next? Would all the women throw off their clothes and beg me to rape them? Well I already had one woman doing that) I was in too deep, so just nodded with a sigh.

From outside I heard a man, obviously a cop or perhaps just an asshole with a bullhorn, yelling, We have you surrounded! Come out with your hands up! I just had to laugh at the absurdity and irony of the whole fucking thing. I come to the bank to return stolen money, and end up robbing it myself. Plus it seemed everyone I talked to anymore only talked in clichs! By now all the wallets, guns, and bags of money (there was even a pair of panties) had been rounded up and put on the cart. I cursed myself and started to push it out the exit.

Epsilon-Girl flew out in front on me though. There was another cheer, from outside. I saw everyone run forward. There were even a couple of TV vans, with cameramen and reporters running closer to get a better view. (How the shit had they gotten here so fast?!) As I watched, Epsilon-Girl flew towards the police cars lined up. She was building up speed, and smashed right into them. Sending people and cars flying every which way.
 
She came to a stop, just floating a few feet from the ground. With everybody watching, and all the cameras on her, she announced, This is the first act in the nefarious plan of my Master, the new Terror M.D. You are all to bear witness to his greatness, for soon enough he will rule over all of you! Bow before him now, and he might spare you later! Now he will show this city absolute terror! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!  She even finished with a fucking maniacal laugh. And with that she picked up a police cruiser and threw it into the closest building.

I took that as my queue for my dramatic entrance. I needed to stop her from doing anymore damage or killing anyone. As I stepped out, all eyes turned to me. The police officers all threw their guns down and held their arms up in surrender. (Man being a super villain is fucking easy!) I watched as the cameramen all tried to sneak closer to get a better view of my face. I yelled for Epsilon-Girl who was picking up another cruiser. She dropped it and flew to my side. She noticed I did not have the cart with me, and before I could say anything she flew back into the bank and come right back out carrying the cart in one hand. Swooping down she grabbed me in her other hand and away we flew. I waved goodbye to the cameras and any semblance of a normal life I might have hoped for, as we flew off.
 
I cannot tell you how pant-shittingly scary it was for her to fly with me like that. I tried to yell at her to put me down, but I guess the wind rushing by drowned everything out. Soon enough we were back at my place. I kissed the ground as soon as she put me down, and then hurried her into the apartment.

Turning on the TV my worst fears were confirmed. My face was plastered on all the local networks.  I imagined next they would be interviewing my boss and he would be giving up all the dirt on me. More like he would make shit up about all these crimes he had seen me committing. And how I had forced him to secrecy by threatening his family, but he had far too much civic pride to let me get away with it anymore.
 
Footage of Epsilon-Girl rampaging through the police force was looping next to a blown up picture of my face. All the news anchors had been harping on and on about how I had somehow ensnared Epsilon-Girl into my evil schemes. And speculating what dastardly cunning and wicked scheme I would come up with next. One station had christened me Doogie Terror M.D.  while another tried Terror Howser M.D. That was enough to make me want to go out there and show them the full force evil genius! Oh they would pay for their mockery! At least for the Great NPHs sake if not my own.

Snapping back to reality, reluctantly, I thought to myself Hopefully I am a big enough loser that no one will recognize me. I clicked the TV off. That is when I remembered that my car was still parked at the bank. They would be able to trace me back from my car!

My first real act, well purposeful act, as a criminal was to call Epsilon-Girl over and tell her to go get my car. Before I could hand her my keys, she shot out the door and was gone in a flash. A short while later I heard a metallic crunching noise. I looked out the window to see my car full of bullet holes, sitting trashed by the curb in front of my house. Great, if it had not been obvious before! I whispered under my breath, as Epsilon-Girl walked in through the door. (Well at least she did not crash through the wall or something!)

Before I could say a word there was a huge explosion from outside. She turned to see my car engulfed in flames. I was far to shocked to do anything but gawk at this. I most definitely was not prepared for the next explosion.
But Epsilon-Girl was. As the wall next to me explored, she dived, throwing me out of the way. We tumbled to the floor, the wall collapsing right where I had been standing.
 
Now that we are on the topic of standing, it seems far too coincidental that there happened to be a beautiful woman surrounded by a blue glow standing right where the wall had once been. I do not remember ever owning a beautiful glowing woman (especially one with such glorious long flowing red hair), so it was quite a bit of a surprise to see one standing there. In my befuddled state I tried to wonder who could have put that there, had Epsilon-Girl stolen her as well?

Epsilon-Girl, I have come to save you! The blue beaut bugled. (Oh dear reader I do so apologize for that one, but I just could not help myself!)
The two women stared at each other, one standing in the crater that had once been my wall and the other lying on top of me. My gaze flicked from one to the other. Before I could say a word, or whistle a nice Western standoff tune, Epsilon-Girl launches off of me. A look of confusion and shock crossed the glowing blue girls face, as I watch Epsilon-Girl slam into her, sending them both into my already crumbling wall. I tried to stay as still as possible, being the only non-powered being in the room. Maybe I can crawl out of here without either of them knowing. And then I can turn myself in. Hopefully they will lock me up in some super-villain prison. Ah safe and sound. I thought to myself as I watched Epsilon-Girl grab the other womans head and slam it into the wall.

The blue woman shot a beam of blue energy into Epsilon-Girl, sending her flying across the room. Her head turned to me. You vile dastard of a villain, what have you done to my friend! Why is she fighting me?! Let her out of your thrall and I shall take it easy on you.

All I could do was gawk at her. I was fucked, royally. This crazy bitch was going to kill me. I had no super powers, no genius invention, no nothing. 
She took my silence as some sort of arrogant villainous thing I assume. For she yelled, Have it your way! But mark this as the day you began your rue! For you are battling the mighty EnerGena!

A battle occurred in my mind. I had a dire desire to both cower in fear and laugh hysterically at how stupid her super-heroine name was. I watched as she lifted her glowing arms towards me. I let out a fearful humorous SHIT!
But instead of a beam of energy vaporizing me, EnerGena was engulfed in a strange ray of light. I recognized that strange ray of light. A sense of dread came over me, more accurately a sense of terror. That ray was the same ray from Terror M.D.s stupid ray gun sex slave maker thing. I turned to the source of the ray and saw Epsilon-Girl holding the gun. This made me slightly more relieved. At least I would not be dealing with some undead super genius villain or something. EnerGena collapsed to the floor.
 
I picked myself up and hurried over to Epsilon-Girl. She was just standing there looking pleased with herself. Watching the gun and not wanting to agitate her or make her do anything stupid, I said Now just hand over the gun.
 
She smiled and willingly gave it over. Did I do a good job Master?
I smiled back and said Of course you did. But where did you get this gun?
When you went for your walk the other night, I flew back to where the old Terror M.D. was dead and took the ray gun. I knew my Master would need it to make his harem greater.

I nodded at that. And asked, And you shot your friend over there with it why?

She giggled and answered Because she would make the perfect slave for you Master. She will help further your plans.

I had to sigh at that. Well fuck. Now I was going to have another horny super powered sex object begging to do my bidding. Plus my house and car were trashed. The whole city thought I was some fucking super-villain, and the super-hero community was already starting to pop in to rain vengeance down upon me. Things sure were looking up for me. Try to do a good thing, and see what happens?
 
I shook my head and told Epsilon-Girl to put her comrade on the couch, or at least what was left of it. I was going to have to take care of this new super vixen, EnerGena. (Gods, that name was still cracking me up. But at least it was not EnerGina, which would just be begging to be made fun of.)

Gazing down at the sleeping form it occurred to me that I could just dump her body somewhere. Let someone else give her a first command, and then they can deal with her. I felt myself getting aroused at the thought of some dirty disgusting homeless man turning her into his sex slave. But I could not kid myself both my good side and my bad side were in agreement, she was my burden to carry. I would have to be her dirty disgusting homeless man.

Resigned to my fate, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. Might as well just do the same thing I did with Epsilon-Girl. I placed the glass on the desk by the couch and watched her sleep. I was going to have a hell of a time trying to stop myself from sleeping with her. Who was I kidding, that shit had not worked with Epsilon-Girl. And now with two of them 

Mmmkay, since I seem to have inherited the title of M.D. I might as well pretend I know medicine. I said to myself as I started to check her over. The first thing I noticed, of course, is that she was rather on the beautiful side. She was shorter and thinner then Epsilon-Girl, with small tits and ass. But this was made up for with her hair, which had that shade of red-orange that the sky gets when the sun is setting over the ocean, and her eyes, that brought to mind green meadows in Ireland full of dancing light blue fae folk. Her face was lightly dashed with freckles to complete that Gaelic goddess look she was going for. But the strangest thing was the dark blue energy surrounding her. It did not obscure the view of her, just seemed to surround her. Looking farther down her body, I notice she was wearing one of those strange sleeveless tops that just barely contain the breast and yet still show off her midriff, which was black with two dark purple wavy lines running down the front around her breatest. With this she wore a pleated skirt in the same shade of purple. Who comes up with these super uniforms? I assume they must be self created. Do they use clothing they already own? Do they hire designers and tailors? Too bad the damned ray gun saps their memory. Super clothing is probably a very lucrative line of work.

From my expert medical opinion, she seemed to be alright. But I did not spend 6 years in medical school to just make expert medical opinions! For, I did not spend 6 years in medical school. As confident as I could be that there was nothing obviously medically wrong with her, I stood up and surveyed the destruction of my apartment. I sighed, resigned in the fact that my secret identity was obviously blown. Not even an hour had gone by from the time I was declared a super-villain to my secret hideout and identity both being compromised. I must have set a record for lousiest super-villain of all time. 
My sulking was interrupted by the steering of EnerGena. With a defeatistic sigh, I helped her sit up and put the glass of water to her lips. Drink this. I told her, watching her face run the gauntlet of wacky and crazy looks. The whole time her eyes were locked on to mine, not wavering as she gulped the whole glass down and handed it back to me. The scrutiny was kind of creeping me out, so I coughed and turned to Epsilon-Girl. She too was smiling and watching me, but her gaze did not seem as strong or creepy. Turning back to the glowing blue one it dawned on me why I found her gaze so creepy. She was watching me like a predator, her whole posture was predatory. She was ready to pounce of me at any second. Oh shit did the ray not work the same way on her?! Was she going to kill me?! These panicked thoughts ran through my mind, as I stood perfectly still, the proverbial deer in the head lights. I hoped that her vision was based on motion, like that of a T-Rex. (But then I remember that only applied in the movie, that in the book that was proven to be false.) I watched as her muscles tensed and she launched herself at me. I readied myself for the killing blow, but instead found a wonderfully soft creature hugging herself to me, devouring me in affection.

Oh Master! I am your willing servant and slave. Please allow me to fulfill your every wish and command. My body is yours to do with as you fancy. Take me Master! Oh please take me and ravish me! The wonderfully soft creature, purred at me as she clung to me.

Relieved and starting to get aroused, I patted her on the head and looked over to Epsilon-Girl for a little help. She, as always, misinterpreted the look completely and jumped over to my other side and encircled me as well. I was sandwiched between the two of them. They hugged me tightly, rubbing themselves against me as they moaned. I was stuck between rock hard nipples and a soft place of huge pillowy breasts. Giving up all hope of rescue, I faded into the smothering embrace and fell asleep.

I slowly came back to consciousness to find myself in perhaps the most comfortable position I had ever been in. My head was resting on two soft warm organic cushions; while my blanket glowed a radiating dark blue. It took me a long time to fight off the comfort, happiness, and contentment so that my irrational nervous anxiety could take its normal place. But finally it did, and my mind started to think about my dreadful predicament. I looked around the room and morning light was shinning in through what had once been a wall. It had been getting close to evening when I fell asleep. We must have slept all night. My movements awoke the two girls. I felt Epsilon-Girl slowly stroking my hair and EnerGena nestle in more comfortably on top of me. I gazed up into one face and down into the other, still thinking about what had become of my life.

Breaking the superb silence I jokingly said, Well girls, neither of you would happen to know of a great secret lair now would you?
Still caressing my hair Epsilon softly said, We could always use your secret lab, Master.

Startled, I sat up and tried to slide EnerGena off me, while she tried to cling to me. Turning my head to look into Epsilon-Girls eyes I asked, What secret lab?

Still smiling, she responded, You know the old Terror M.D.s secret lab. I bet there are plenty of useful devices that can be used to help you take over the city.

Stunned, although I really should not have been, I sputtered out, And do you know where the lab is? I thought you could not remember anything from your past.

This time EnerGena was the one to answer. Silly Master, of course we know where your secret lab is. How else are we going to further your nefarious agenda?

She made a very excellent point there, most likely, but I was still far too stunned to be tallying points scored. My very own secret laboratory! I sure had come a long way. Wait until I tell all my super-villain friendswait I do not have any super-villain friends. Do super-villains have friends? Do I even have any friends?! This crushing realization brought me crashing back to reality, or the fantastical farce of reality my life had become.

Everything around me had been turned on its head, all because of some insane doctors invention. And now I was heir to his laboratory. Who knows what other weapons, tools, inventions, experiments, or what-have-you might be thereThat is when it hit me that there might be something in this lab that could be used to reverse the ray gun. I could cure these two super-heroines and return my life to normal!

Well girls I think it would be a good idea to head off to this undisclosed top secret lair of mine. I mutter as I surveyed the room cataloging all my things and determining whether it would be worth taking any of them. I should have known how depressing a duty this would be. My possessions were few and rather on the shitty side at that, well besides the now heaping pile of cash that it. Fuck it we kind buy all new shit if need be! I finally exclaimed.
Comprehending that I was still sandwiched between my two lovely ladies I looked down at EnerGena and she smiled back up at me. I know that you have this whole energy thing going on, but what else can you do? Super strength? Fly? Speed? X-ray vision? Communicate with fish? Travel through time? Warp all of real

She cut me off before I could continue on with my endless list of super powers. My body generates this energy field which I have some control of. It allows me to fly and I can shoot the energy away from me as a beam. But that is about it. I hope Master is not displeased with me? She started to blubber towards the end.

Grabbing her in my arms and holding her to me I tried to comfort her. No I am not displeased, I was just wonder what exactly your powers were. You are perfect the way you are, there is no need to be upset.

She calmed down after a while, thank the gods. These sex slaves are emotional powder kegs. Terror M.D. did a pretty fucking shoddy job on his ray gun. Hoping that I would not start another bawling session I hesitantly suggested, Since Epsilon-Girl has super strength and all, she will handle moving all the money, which I have decided to keep since my returning it will only end up in getting more, it seems. I gave Epsilon-Girl a disapproving look, which she ignored.
 
I went into the kitchen and grabbed a plastic garbage bag. Fortunately I did not have all that many clothes, just enough to fill the bag. With everything worth taking in my garbage bag II step back into what had once been my living room and now looked more like a third world country. Sigh deeply at such wanton destruction I announced, EnerGena, since my car is totaled you will carry me. Now let us head out!

And with that authoritative commandment absolutely nothing happened. We just continued to sit there; me blinking in puzzlement, and the girls looking at me with admiration. Why arent we heading out?

Heading out where Master? Epsilon-Girl asked me in her most innocent little girl voice.

I could not help it; I had to respond in that condescending talking-to-children-and-animals voice. Well sweetie, we are heading out to our new super top secret headquarters that you two said you knew about.

Before I even finished we were suddenly in the air. EnerGena was carrying me like a new husband carrying his brand new factory made bride over their threshold. While next to us Epsilon-Girl flew with a huge pile of money in her hands. As the great humanists N.W.A once said Life aint nothin but bitches and money. And I was in over my head with both.

I was a lot more comfortable being carried this time, which might have been due to the fact I was not blindly panicking this time around. Instead I had the chance to look at the world below me and contemplate spitting on the people we passed. I watched as we approached an old abandoned insane asylum and figured that must be the location for my new top secret base of operations. But we flew right by it. Puzzled, I looked around and saw a spooky old hospital from the dawn of the previous century. That must be it! I thought to myself as we again flew on by. Over and over we passed right by perfect locations for the lair of a man named Terror M.D. But nope, none of them seemed to be the right place. I gave up on my search right as we started coming down for a landing. Looking down it was just an ordinary office building. I scuffed to myself as I slid out of EngerGenas arms. Walking towards the building I read the name printed on the glass, Dr. Terrors Abortion Clinic.
 
A fucking abortion clinic! Terror M.D. was an abortionist! Thats it! You have got to be fucking kidding me! I screamed and ranted as we walked on towards the building.

Stepping into the clinic I was greeted rather coldly by a receptionist. I am sorry but the doctor is not in at the moment. She had not bothered to look up from whatever the hell she was pretending to be doing.

Before I could say a word EngerGena loudly responded, He is now!

The receptionist glanced up puzzled. But that puzzlement soon transformed into alarm when she realized she was looking at a super-heroine. I had no idea what to do or say, so such grinned at her stupidly. Luckily Epsilon-Girl pushed through the door at that moment, dropping the money into the lobby. It was somehow possible that the receptionist became even more alarmed. Taking the initiative, I cleared my throat and reported, Excuse us maam but I guess I am the new Terror M.D.

She stared at me a moment, then at the super-heroines, next to the pile of money bags, back to me, at a fish tank at the far wall, the money once more, and finally at Epsilon Girl as she blasted the receptionist with the ray gun. 
Taken aback by this unsurprising old turn of events, I admonished the trigger happy super-heroine, Is that your answer to everything?! Blast them with the ray gun. Give me that thing!

She gave me a little-girl-who-has-been-caught-doing-something-naughty look and handed me the ray gun.

I waited for the receptionist to awaken and told her to show us the way to the secret lair.

Composing herself she smiled, Right this way Doctor. Ushering us deeper into the office.

I am not actually a doctor I tried to explain as I was pushed through the doorway and into the clinic.
 
Right about now my Inquisitive Reader you must be wondering what this wretched hive of scum and villainy might look like. By now you must know how much it loathes me to disappoint you, but this so called lair had the visage of an ordinary doctors office. Nothing particularly ominous or astounding to be seenthat is until I accidently tripped and stumbled into a bust of Shennong the legendary emperor of China, who as everyone knows was the first to prescribe the use of mercury to induce abortions (obviously one of the bad doctors heroes). I thought my clumsiness was going to lead to the destruction of a precious antique, but instead of fall to the floor, the statue just pivoted on a hinge. The wall immediately behind the desk the bust sat upon suddenly opened up to reveal a hidden circular stairwell.
 
Everyone stared at me amazed, like I had done it on purpose. Awe is to be expected when someone witnesses the tremendous power of a deductive genius such as mine. So few have the opportunity to see it in action since Sherlock Holmes died, was cryogenically frozen in carbonite, ascended to join the gods, or whatever it was that happened to him.
 
Being the leader of this band of urban adventurers I picked up a metaphorical torch and lead the way down into the dark and spooky dungeon, flipping the light switch on as a passed it. What we came upon would not normally be considered a dungeon for nether was it dark nor spooky. It was a clean overly lit laboratory and workplace, befitting any crazed doctor or mad scientist. Machines, devices, and equipment of all sorts filled the vast basement,
Turning to growing harem I knew that none of them would have a clue how any of it worked. There must be something in this room that would reverse the effects of the ray gun and allow me to turn to my normal non-super life. But I was hopeless, I did not even know how to turn anything on let alone what it did. Sighing in frustration I thought out loud, I need to find someone who can figure out how to work these things.

Giving the problem some thought, it finally occurred to me, I could seek out a brilliant scientist and convince them to help me. Surely they would understand my predicament and be willing to help free these super-heroines so they can once more protect honesty, litigation, and the United States culture!

And if they refused to help? Well then I now had ways to make them talk! They will learn that no one defies Terror M.D.! NO ONE! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!...I meanI will just try to be more sincere and convincing. Ah hell, who am I kidding, Epsilon-Girl will just end up fucking shooting them with that damned ray gun too. (I already noticed that I was no longer holding it)

We explored the subterranean lair and discovered that it was not only a lab, but also contained living quarters. There was a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and even an entertainment room. It might have been an overpriced swanky hip downtown loft, with a scientific and medical lab attached to it. The old Terror M.D. really knew how to keep up with the times. Either that or he had hired an interior decorator and then had them killed.

I had my enslaved entourage carry the bags of money and lay them all in an empty room. This was going to be our new home for the time being. It had to be a lot more super-heroine proof then my last place. There was no way I was going to be getting my deposit back, especially when my landlord saw me on the news. As I emptied my bag of clothing in the bedroom I thought about going back to get some of my stuff, but realized there was nothing worth going back for. The only thing we really lacked was clothing for everyone besides me. (I was suddenly over come with the temptation to have them run around naked at all times.) We had the money, so a shopping spree was in order. Or we could always just steal the gods damned clotheswait where did that idea come from

Grabbing a large stack of money from the money pile (it occurred to be that I should build a gigantic money vault for all the cash and then swim around in it like Scrooge McDuck.) I turned to my newest devotee, the only one not dressed like a super-heroine and said, You and I are going to do some shopping for clothes. Do you know if there is anything else we need? Should we buy groceries or anything like that? It then hit me that I did not even know this receptionists name. Umm what is your name by the way?
She stared at me blankly for a moment and then responded, Oh master just call me the Receptionist. And I would love to help you buy things to will help further your cause!

Jesus Titty Fucking Christ! I mumbled under my breath. The damned ray gun was designed for super-heroines. So it was affecting her the same way. It sapped out her identity and replaced it with a obedient super-heroine who will do anything to advance the goal of Terror M.D. She now thought she was a super-heroine, the Receptionist! Or maybe she had always been the Receptionist, Terror M.D.s partner or side-kick. I wonder if she has any powers.

Lowering my head in resignation I call Epsilon-Girl and EnerGena to me. Sounding like a father leaving his two party loving daughters alone for the weekend I said, Me and the Receptionist are going out to do some shopping. I expect you two to behave yourselves. That means I do not want to find out you had boys over and absolutely no parties!...I mean...I do not want to come back and find out that you have robbed a bank. And absolutely no super battles! You got that?

The two super sex slaves simultaneous sing-songed, Yes Master.
After giving them each a kiss on the forehead, me and the Receptionist walked up the secret stairway and off to do some shopping. Luckily the Receptionist had a car we could use. I jokingly asked her if she called it the Receptionmobile or something like that. She looked at me adoringly and smiled. I just knew that I had planted the idea in her mind. 
The drive to the store gave me the opportunity to look my new recruit over in greater detail. She looked like a stereotypical receptionist, with her dark brown hair up in a braid, those bifocal glasses they all wear, and dressed in business-like attire. Her clothes all appeared to be made of silk. She had on a black business suit jack thing that professional women wear, under which she wore a white silk blouse. Her black skirt was typical business fair, I suppose. And finally she had on stockings or pantyhose or something of that nature. She did not appear to be that old, maybe late to mid thirties. She cut a very attractive figure. I have never worked in an office environment myself, but I have to admit that I had fantasized about women in business attire. And this woman was a walking office fantasy and now I was her boss. 
I had to force myself not to think about what she could do to earn a raise, or at least get a rise out of me. I was glad when we finally found a store where we could buy clothes and food. Climbing out of the car, I headed towards the door to grab a cart. There was a small crowd of people around the door. I should have realized my gigantic error of judgment, but I was still new to the most wanted list. My face had been plastered all over the TV and it did not take long for someone to recognize me and let out a shrill cry. As more people gazed upon my horrible visage, more cries were taken up. I think it was a new form of sonic attack the group was trying to perform on me. But it needed a lot of work. Turning away from them made a b line for the Receptionmobile yelling, We need to get the fuck out of here before the police arrive! And with a squeal of the wheels were we off once more. 
I cursed myself for the fool I was as we headed for another store. This time as we pulled into a parking spot I turned to the Receptionist and said, It appears I can no longer go out in public, so you are going to have to do the shopping. Buy whatever food and groceries you think we might need. And then get  some new clothes for our roommates.

She of course asked me what sizes the two girls wore.

It had not occur to me until then that I did not actually know their sizes. In fact I knew a total of zero about clothes, even mens. I was really showing my true colors this evening. I tossed money at the Receptionist and told her to pick out clothes she thought the girls could wear or at least get some robes or something they could wear as we wash their uniforms. Plus treat yourself to some new clothes to, sweet cheeks. I added with a nowhere-near-sly wink.

I sat in my newly enslaved followers car waiting for her to return, twiddling my thumbs. Luckily she did not take long. As she pushed a cart towards the car I noticed that she did not have all that many clothes with her. Not knowing their sizes she must not have been able to get much. I looked through the purchases, she had picked up a couple of weeks worth of clothes for herself and some robes for her slave sisters. Packing all our purchases away, we drove back to the abortion clinic.

Stepping into my new home sweet home I dreaded finding out what crazy high jinks the two super-heroines got up to in our absence. You know Dearly Reader, I am far too young to have to deal with all these farther like emotions. They are grown fucking women! (Emphasis on the fucking part.)
I was ready for anything when I walked through the door. Everything except for what I walked in on. Now please my fine Reader take a wild guess at what it might be. Come on you know you want to. I will wait and give you some time to put good thought behind your answer. I do not mind. Worry not, we have all the time in the world. Now what do you think I walked in on? If you guessed hot sweaty Sapphic lovemaking, you would be oh so correct.

And hot and sweaty it was, let me inform you. All fatherly feeling fled forthwith. Well maybe some deep-seeded incestuous fatherly feelings failed to flee as I saw my dynamic duo locked in an all super-powered 69. I sight was so powerful, I at once fell to my knees and screamed to the heavens, My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken me?! I thought you were supposed to lead me not into temptation!

God of course gave no response, unless that response was to sounds of beautiful sex slaves moaning and lapping up each others juices.

Before I could pull out my whip and begin flogging myself, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up, I found myself staring into the radiant face of an angel. No make that a receptionist. The Receptionist.

She helped me to my feet. Of its own accord my arm wrapped its way around her waist, drawing her to me. She rested her head on my shoulder and together we watched the entertaining floor show. A sigh of pent up contentment managed to escape my lips. My life had change so very drastically in such a short time span. I never would have imagined that I would have three gorgeous women all desperate to please me, and that two of those said women would commence in acts of lesbian eroticism of their own free will, knowing full well and planning upon my stumbling upon them in the act. The crafty bitches!
I felt a tugging on my arm and allowed myself to be drawn towards the living room couch. My eyes were locked on the lovely lesbian act, even as I felt a pair of hands start to undress me. The determined hands became harder to ignore as they made contact with my naked skin. But I am not one who gives in easily to distractions. My mind was just as determined to pay full attention to my naked lady friends. Although the sudden feel of another naked lady against me was making it hard to ignore. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I turned to the now naked Receptionist and yelled, What?!

She was wearing nothing but a mischievous smile, which caused me to realize that I was even nakeder then her (because I lacked the mischievous smile of course).She made that beckoning finger gesture that only women can seem to use, laying beside me on the couch.
 
My mind already sexually fried, I was like a cartoon mouse mesmerized by a cartoon snake. She had my in her thrall and knew exactly what she wanted to do with me. I could not resist her draw and slowly climbed on top of her.
Taking my head in her hands, she drew it down to her breasts and pressed me into them, smothering me. And an amble set of breasts they were. Sizeable enough to really smother me. Just as the snake with suffocate their prey before eating them, I was allowed to breath nothing but breast and I was in heaven.
 
Finally gasping up for air, I did not allow myself much of a reprieve before diving back in for more. This time taking her nipples into my mouth, first one and then the other. I worshiped the magical orbs of breastness, as she cooed and caressed the back of my head. I felt peaceful and at home. But that was probably the lack of air talking.
 
The next time she allowed my head to pull back, allowing me to draw in deeply the much needed air, my head had the chance to clear. Before she could pull me back into the wonderful pleasure, I launched myself back away from her. Grabbing my clothing I rushed away, cursing myself for slipping and giving in to my carnal desires. I had been a naughty naughty boy.

Running to the bathroom I slashed water on my face and gave myself a pep talk, You are going to find a way to cure these poor innocent women. You have a lab full of equipment that was used to design the gods damned ray gun, he answer is here somewhere. You just need to be strong and fight the temptation. They will thank you for it. Grumbling under my breath, I marched out of the bathroom to confront my legion of desire.

The three were as I had left them, two still locked in mutual oral pleasure and the Receptionist on the couch, now furiously fingering herself watching the other two in action.

Clearing my throat, I proclaim, Ladies! At attention!

The moist sounds of lapping and fingering stops, as the naked women all giggle to attention.

Now thats better. Since it appears that I am stuck with the role and identity of Terror M.D. for the time being, I have decided to use all the resources at our disposal to try and turn you all back to normal. I said while pacing back and forth, hands behind my back clasping a riding crop I had somehow found.

The disrobed damsels watch my movements carefully, probably not listening to a word I say.

Unless any of you know how to work all this equipment

A shake of beautiful sex slave heads was the only response.

We are going to need to find someone who can figure out how to use them. I am going to figure out who that person should be. Once that is figured out, you two I pointed to EngerGena and Epsilon-Girl, will go with me to help convince them to help out. Turning to the Receptionist I told her, As for you Is this an actual working abortion clinic?

She looked at me puzzled and shrugged her shoulder.

Grabbing my forehead in frustration. Thats right, you probably lost your memories or whatever the fuck. Can you go back upstairs to the clinic, look around, and try to figure out what is going on up there. Use your super receptionist powers.

Nodding her understanding she said, Right away Master. I will find out if this is a real clinic and if so what needs to be done to keep it running. She then walked back up the secret passageway.
 
I had to rush over to stop her, I think that you should put on some clothes before you start. I told her leading her back to where she had left her clothing.
 
Realizing that I was undressed as well, I took the opportunity to put my own clothes back on. Looking at the still fully disrobed pair I ordered, You two get dressed as well.

Once dressed, I sat down at Terror M.D.s computer to start my search for a suitable mind for our problem. The computer was state of the art and as high tech as it comes. I guess that is one of the perks of being a crazed inventor. I soon realized the futility of my plan, there were so many people out there that could probably figure out how to work all the machines and devices. But the problem was trying to find someone who would be willing to help, and preferably someone local. I ended up with a list far too long to be practical.

By now it had grown very late. My research had caused me to lose track of the time. Looking around, I find the two Super-heroines watching TV. They are still running footage of our bank heist, my picture plastered all over the screen.
 
I head up stairs to check on the Receptionist.
 
She had gone through everything she could and now once more had a pretty firm grasp of how the clinic is run. She tells me that we do abortions by appointment only. That our doctors only show up when they have a scheduled appointment. Her job is to answer the phone and set up all appointments. She also sits at the front desk to set up any appointments for walk-ins.
Well that sounds very convenient and a nice cover. I guess we should just keep it going like it is. Although I guess you will be living here with us from now on. Why dont you close everything up and come down stairs, I am about to make dinner. I tell her once she has explained everything.
She smiles and thanks me.

I smile back and head down to the secret lair.

Entering the kitchen I start to think of what I should make. I explore the cabinets to see what I have to work with. I find a box of angel hair pasta and a can of pasta sauce. From the refrigerator I pull out a pound of ground beef that had not yet fully thawed, I fill a pot with warm water and let the meat thaw. As I wait, I grab an onion and a few cloves of garlic and begin dicing. Before I finish I place another pot on the stove and melt butter in it. When the vegetables are cut I throw them in with the butter to saut. Once I started to smell the onions and garlic, I pull the ground beef out of the water and dumped it into the pot. Seasoning the meat with parmesan cheese, balsamic vinegar, granulated garlic, salt, pepper, oregano, and basil I cooked it until it was brown then poured into the can of sauce. Stirring it in I tasted it to see what it needed. I added a pinch of brawn sugar, a little more vinegar, and some Italian seasoning. Letting that simmer, I fill another pot with hot water and put it on to boil. I poured the angel hair into the boiling water and soon enough the meal was ready for serving. I set four places at the dining room table and called out that dinner was ready. 
My three little nymphos bounded into the dining room ready to eat. As we started to eat I felt a hand on both of my legs, they slowly made their way towards my crotched meeting there. They worked in harmony in freeing my cock from its confines. They continued their almost choreographed routine by one taking hold of my shaft and the other cupping my balls. In unison they made beautiful music together. Not to be left out, soon enough there was a foot joining in the festivities.

I tried to focus my mind on eating and nothing else. I was not going to let these super-human sex maniacs know they were warring me down. Of course this did not work and my semen was shooting out in no time.
 
This did not slow any one of them down. It was like they were communicating telepathically, finding the best way they could each torture me.
 
But the government had spent far too much of the tax payers money for me to give into torture that easily. I just kept repeating my name, rank, and serial number, refusing to betray my country to these heartless sadists. 
When the meal came to an end I slipped my member back into its confines and gathered up the dishes. The three women cried out that they would do the dishes, which left me to change out of my now soiled clothing. It being so late I decided to just take them all off and leave the boxers on. Walking back into the kitchen the girls were having a water and soap bubble fight. I swear they are like children! Sex obsessed and demanding children! Clearly these child behaving fiends would stop at nothing.

So that is what I decided to do, nothing. I figured if they would stop at nothing, and I did nothing, then maybe they would stop at it! You see they would not stop at anything, so if I do anything they are not going to stop. Simple logic really.

So I allowed them their fun, for now. I expected next they would be putting on nighties and have a pillow fight or some other masturbatory fantasy. It was late and I was getting tired from the long day of being a newly enlisted super-villain. I turned back and headed for the bed room, shouting over my shoulder, I am going to bed. I am not going to bother with trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements, because we all know how it will end. Try not to make too much of a mess ladies.

Climbing into bed I start counting down from 10. The moment a hit zero I hear and feel the shock waves of a sonic boom.
 
And three human shaped rockets crash landed on the strange planet that is our new bed. The lovely explorers exited their vehicles in their space suits on their search for new live forms.

Investigating the sound, I got my first look at my sexy invaders as I peered through the dust and rubble that had once been a bed. I recognize her as EngerGena, she is slowly swaying to unheard music and sensually stripping off her super-suite. I lay perfectly still, hoping her vision is based on movement. At first my hypothesis seems to be correct, but soon enough I realize that these sexual predators are just toying with me. I stared at her, and she just stares right back. That is when the attack comesnot from the front, no, from the sides, form the two other sexplorers I did not even know were there. You see, super-heroine sex slaves are pack hunters, they use coordinated attack patterns and let me tell you (No save all questions until the end of the lecture please) they were out in force today. They did not bother with the jugular, like a lion would. Using their razor sharp claws they slashed into my boxers, spilling out my privates. Point is, I was alive when they started to ravish me. Whole thing took about four seconds.
The rest is just a blur of contact between body parts. I soon lost track of who was doing what to whom. Everything was just bodily juices, panting, and limps everywhere, leaving us in a tangled heap when all four of us passed out from exhaustion.

Coming to my senses in a pile of human body parts the first thought that came to me was that I must be a werewolf. But as I prepared myself to start digging a shallow grave, I realized that the body parts were still alive and attached to their respective bodies. This brought me great relief, until it occurred to me that I had in fact been consumed by my bestial desire for flesh, just not in the same context. I was suffering from a curse alright, but not lycanthropy. Well maybe curse is an exaggeration. If having three beautiful women constantly want you for sex is a curse then I would love to find out what a blessing might be.

As I started to stir and try to untangle myself, it did not take long for it to occur to me that this would be no easy task. Any movement I made seem to elicit a moan of pleasure from one of the other occupants of the bed. Every part of my body was in contact with an erogenous zone. My movenments also sparked a chain reaction of movements from everyone else. Thus more moans could be heard as they too rubbed against each other. I soon got in on the action as body parts rubbed against me as well. Just as the night before we became a living slithering ball of limbs and body parts drawing pleasure from one another. I was trapped once more, struggling to escape. But I was trapped in quicksand, the harder I struggled the louder the moans became and the more everyone starts rubbing, sucking, and sliding against me. I desperately searched around me for a vine to grab hold of before I sank and drowned in the overpowering sensuality. But I am afraid Dear Reader, that it was too late for me. Please do not mourn me for too long. I know it must be hard for you; it certainly was for me at this point. And the girls sure knew what to do with that hardness.

All in all, it took us quite a bit of time to untangle ourselves and make it out of bed. By then I was ready to go back to sleep. But I fought on, refusing to give in. And so I got up and climbed into the shower, cursing my predecessor for installing a shower large enough to accommodate a dozen people. Who buys that sort of thing?! Because my little sex kittens followed me in, ready for more fun. They outnumbered me and could each easily overpower me, oddly enough even the Receptionist (who may or may not have super powers). So the shower ended up taking another hour. (He must have installed an industrial sized water heater as well. The bastard had been planning to be in my shoes. )

After the shower it was time for breakfast. Trying to think one step ahead, I decided to forgo eating at the dining room table and just eat in front of the television. This stroke of genius was not as masterful as I had assumed it would be. My female companions just surrounded me on the couch, laying against me and snuggling closer. I managed to ignore them enough and paid all my attention to the morning news.

It seemed my coming out party had died down a little, well enough to allow other news to be reported. It was your normal everyday reports, but my interest was piqued by one of the interviews. The reporter was talking to a local scientist and inventor, one Dr. Emma Brown. She was being recognized for all the work she does in helping the community at a humanitarian award ceremony. I had come across her name while researching, and she seemed to have the perfect knowledge base for what we needed. Clearly she was also a caring individual, always willing to help those in need. I now had a candidate and also where to find her.

I vocalized my excitement, Great Scotts! Girls, this Doc Brown is exactly what we need! I am sure she will find a way to turn you all back to normal and then you can stop constantly raping me.

They looked at my forlorn, grumbling to each other. Epsilon-Girl, in her best little girl voice, pleaded, Do we really have to be cured?

Wagging my finger at the three sternly I barked, YES! And that is final! I will not allow you girls to weasel out of this. Then concluded under my breath, No matter how much I secretly want to keep you as my sex slaves.Regaining my composure I choked out, We are going to attend this award ceremony tonight and get in contact with the good doctor. I am sure she will take pity on us and jump at the chance to help rehabilitate super-villains. For some reason felt the incredible urge to ring my hands together and laugh maniacally

The award ceremony was at 7pm, so that gave us plenty of time to prepare. It was a formal dress event, and not a single one of us had any formal wear. So we would need to do someone clothing shopping and while we were at it we could also get some more things to wear for Epsilon-Girl and EngerGena. I decided that we did not need the Receptionist to come with us and that it was probably better to keep her manning the phones and keeping our cover running. 
Last time I had left the safety of my hideout I had immediately been recognized and almost caused a riot. That was something that could no longer be help, the price of infamy. But this time I would have my big guns with me. 
As we stepped out in to the daylight I ordered, Okay girls, up, up, and away. Lets make it as grand an entrance as possible. Into their cushiony embrace I went and off we flew.

I was still not used to this new form of transportation, but I think I was beginning to enjoy it , mainly due to the fact that being pressed against these massive chests were causes wonderful flashbacks to my early years. I felt safe and loved in these arms. (Gods, what next? Murdering my father to impregnate my mother and then stabbing my eyes out?) But all Freudian longings aside, I could learn to get used to this

All the more reason I had to do all in my power to make things right. With absolutely power, comes great responsibilityor is corruption? The responsibility to be corrupt? The corruption of responsibility? Wait, is absolute responsibility corrupts power? FORGET IT!

I did not actually know of any formal wear boutiques, so we ended up just slowly flying around town trying to read shop signs. Putting my astonishing IQ to the task I eventually (after hours of flying around aimlessly) thought of looking up somewhere in a phone book. This resulted in more hours of aimlessly flying around as we looked for a pay phone where the yellow pages were not torn out. I never knew that buying clothes is so much work, no wonder I never gave a shit about my wardrobe.

But eventually after much agonizing frustration we were able to locate a shop that dealt in formal wear. It just so happened that we arrived to find a Gone to lunch sign posted on the door. I was ready to unleash the full force of my ungodly wrath upon everything in my vicinity. Managed my anger through repeated shouts of Serenity now! and we stood around to wait for the proprietors (or possibly the proprietress) return.
 
It must have been a LONG lunch, because two agonizing hours passed before a plump woman walked up to the door and unlocked it.
 
Scowling at her, I followed her into the reopened shop, my entourage at my heels.

The woman must not have seen us well outside the shop, because when she went behind the counter and turned to us she let out what most people would consider an exaggeratedly loud gasp. I suppose it is just something I am going to have to get used to.
 
Before she had a chance to scream for help or trip the silent alarm, I coughed and said, Worry not fair shopkeeper. You clearly know how I and my associates are.

At which point she did start to scream. (Oddly enough it was also at this point I started to get the feeling that absolutely no one in the entire fucking city listened to a word I spoke. Maybe I need to start talking louder or with exude more confidence). And oh boy was it a bellow. This woman had missed her calling for opera (unless of course she was an opera singer who moonlighted as the owner and operator of a formal wear boutique).
 EnerGena was quick to silence the unpleasantly plump prima donna with one of her energy blasts.

Once I made sure that she had used your energy blasts and not that fucking brain washing device, (I was so glad that this woman was not going to constantly try to bed me. I do not think I could withstand the charge of a horny hippo.), I ran over to check if the woman was alright. I hope you set your phaser to stun and not kill! I let out a heavy sigh when I felt that she still had a pulse.
 
Turning to my trigger happy super freaks I confidently shouted, You need to be more careful. I am already a fugitive bank robber because of you two, are you trying to add a murder rap?

Fuck the police. Chorused both in reply.

Staring flatly at them both I retorted, I imagine you would, whether they wanted to or not.

Turning back to the unconscious shop owner I just shook my head. Why were the simplest of things made so fucking difficult these days. I cannot even buy new clothes without things blowing up in my face. Well I guess we should start trying on clothes. Hopefully she will come to soon and so that she can help us.

And help was certainly something that I need, because like I previously stated I do not know a damned thing about clothing in the least. I was tempted to just go to the ceremony in my regular clothesor even donning the Terror M.D. uniform, but I wanted to make a good first impression. So I just started randomly grabbing clothes off the rack and trying them on. This resulted in a hodgepodge of styles and colorswhich I had no idea clashed or not. For all I knew I was wearing the height of fashion.

In contrast to my fools motley, my super sluts sure successfully selecting suites of their own. (Please forgive my alterative license, they in fact selected dresses). They had both managed to find dresses that fit their costume colors.
 
Epsilon-Girl wore a formfitting silky white dress. Not much of her skin was showing, but the dress clung to her body like a second skin. And to complete her color scheme she wore a red neckerchief with pink flowers embroidered all over it.

EnerGena had on flowing purple gown, that of course only just covered her breasts. With this came a transparent black shawl that really completed the look.
 
Here I was dressed like the king of the fools while my two female companions looked like real royalty. Anyone would think they were the fools for being caught dead with me. And normally they would never stoop so low, you got to love brainwashing machines. Nowait...I cannot allow myself to like this situation. MUSTFIGHTURGETOENJOY!

You two look amazing. And I think I am done here as well. I told the girls as I left a stack on money next to the register. Now lets get the fuck out of here! And we were off like a flash.

We just flew back to our new love-nest. (And boy, were my arms tired!) We still had a few hours until the award ceremony, so I took the girls aside and had a little talk with them.

I expect you two to be on your best behavior. That means no blasting people with the brain washing gun! And no demanding that everyone hand over their valuables, either. This is a formal affair and we are going to be there to make a good impression. We want This Doctor Brown to think that we are good people who need her help. I lectured to them, pacing back and forth.
No problem Master. We will do whatever it takes to get her to come with us. Epsilon-Girl told me reassuringly.

But reassure me was the last thing the statement did. I do not like the sound of do what it takes.

EnerGena beamed me an award winning smile, You have nothing to worry about Master. Let us take care of it.

Narrowing my eyes at the two trouble makers I try to figure out what they are plotting and how it was going to royally fuck up my life this time. I was also considering putting their sorority on double secret probation.  (Which is well in my powers, as Dean.) But I knew deep down that they would find a way to pull off their great scheme anyway, save their sorority, and make me look like an ass in the process. Sometimes life is just not fair. (What am I saying? LIFE IS NEVER FUCKING FAIR!)
 
But now was no time for me to feel depressed and sorry for myself (there will always be time for that later), it was time for us to make our appearance at this award ceremony and hopefully find a way to bring things back to normal. 
For a moment I considered driving the Receptionists car to the ceremony, to prevent the ill effects of wind on our appearances. But then I remembered that we had flown back from the formal wear shop, so it was pretty much a moot point. Besides, flying in would be far more dramatic.

So up, up, and away we went. I was beginning to get used to this form of travel, it seemed a lot more efficient and convenient really. Plus one must not forget that it was a far more green way to travel than any other. Being a super-villain does not mean that I cannot do my part to save the environment, if anyone or thing is going to destroy the world it will be me!

The flight was not a long one, but it gave me some time to think about what I was going to say to the woman who might be the only hope my unintended love slaves. How much convincing could it possibly take though? Doing the right thing is not something that should take convincingright?

Soon enough our destination came into sight. The award ceremony and dinner were being held at one of the fancier hotels in the city, the kind of place where even the hired help could look down on me. Well that was the old me. The new and improved super-villain me would now be looked down on at even the cheapest of seedy by the hour motels, so the joke would be on them! Closing in on the hotel, we came in fast, making coming to a sudden hovering stop above the ground. Slowly and dramatically the two super slaves descended to the red carpeted walk way leading to the hotel lobby. All the people milling outside the grand building gasped at us in wonder. I took this opportunity to rush us into the building without anymore fanfare. Which of course only drew the stares of everyone inside.

We stopped dead in our tracks as everyone inside seemed to freeze and stare. The scene stayed a silent freeze frame for far longer than one would think. Until some shouted Its that guy from the bank robbery! Everyone exploded into action at once and in every direction at once.
 
My super powered body guards were forced to become human snow plows to get me into the banquet hall where the actual festivities were being held. As we made it through the maelstrom of the hotel lobby, it seemed we had found the calm eye of the storm. No one seemed to have noticed the chaos running rampant through the rest of the hotel. No one even bothered to notice my entrance. For some reason this ticked me off. And they did not realize that they would not like me when I am ticked off.
 
Drawing on my extensive nonexistent acting career. I projected my voice as far and loud as I could, only to be suddenly cut off by Epsilon-Girl shouting out, The Terrifically Terrible Terror M.D. demands that you hand over Dr. Brown at once!

A deafening gasp erupted from every throat in the room. I struggled against its tide as the gasp wave surged over us out into the lobby. Now that all attention was drawn on me where for some reason I felt it belonged, I realized that once again my anything but evil scheme had been thwarted by my super-heroine side kick. I guess thwarting is just in her nature. Things were making a turn to the dastardly and there was nothing I could do with it. So a resigned set of my shoulders I stepped forward into my fixated audience.
I scanned each and every face trying to find where the good doctor, when out of nowhere (I mean out of the crowd of on lookers, of course) arose this figure wearing a green rain poncho thingy.

He stared at me. And I stared right back. This aura of power just seemed to radiate out of him. Right away I knew who he must be.

We both remained perfectly still, watching for who would make the first move, even as the silence broke all around us.
 
Its that guy who stopped that evil dude with  like the glass bones.

Isnt he supposed to be like unbreakable or something?

I heard he has super strength.

You knowhe looks a lot like that one actor who was in Die Hard.

You mean Alan Rickman?

no you fucking moron!

Well I heard he has hydrophobia.

I am ashamed to say that I had been intently listening to the conversations going on all around us. But that last bit really knocked me for a loop. Spinning around towards the source of the statement I yelled, This guy has fucking rabies?!

Everyone turned to look more intensely at the rain poncho incased man, before trying to nonchalantly move farther away from him.

Clearing his throat, the crowd gasp and waited for some insane foam filled rambling before he tried to rip out our throats. But in a calm voice he stated, No. I have aquaphobia.

I seem to be the only one who lets out a sigh of relief. A fear of water is a pretty big weakness.

Still perfectly calm he responds, I am not just afraid of water, it weakens me.

Blinking at him, I feel the rush of air as my mind altered body guards take flight. With a look of pity I tell him, You probably should not have said that.

A loud splash resonates through the room as my little pets dump the huge punch bowl over our new water wary friend.

With the source of distraction now nullified, I continue my search and trek through the once more silenced crowd. Where in the hells is this Dr. Brown?! I think to myself.

Oddly enough I find her in the last place I got around to looking, even though I was tempted to keep looking anyway. She was seated at one of the tables scribbling away into a notebook, oblivious to the world around her. She was uninterested in all the hullabaloo going on around her. This of course meant good things for me.

Calmly I walked right up to her and made a polite interrupting cough. 
She glanced up bewildered, having no idea what is going on. Staring at me she asked, Is it time for the acceptance?

Trying to be as nonthreatening as possible, which has become impossible these days it seems. I tell her, No. This is about something totally different. I need your help.

Still staring at me she asks, Help?

Yes, with something that only you have the knowledge and skills to work with. I tell her.

Well I am kind of busy She responds.

Right at that moment Epsilon-Girl and EnerGena decide to walk up. Standing menacingly at might sides, Epsilon-Girl growls, Who said we were going to give you a choice?

Knowing that things were most likely about to get ugly I could do nothing but say, Oh boy. And try my damnedest at damage control. Turning to my companions I scolded, I thought I told you to let me handle it?!
Completely ignoring the meaning behind my words, they both echo each other with, Of course master!

But the damage had already been done. No amount of control could fix it. As I turned back to the good doctor, the rest of the crowd started to whisper franticly again. Desperately I shouted to Doctor Brown, I need your expertise with all the machines I have inherited.

I did not need to hear the exact response from the crowd. It was obvious what their reaction was. Horror stricken gasped, whispers of my kidnapping the doctor, and nefarious machines filled the room. I had once more earned their wrath and they were getting ready to turn upon me, enslaved super-heroines or not.
 
Before the mob could start their lynching, they once more go silent as two figures step into the room. One a rather skinny priestly looking man and the other inhumanly perfect in appearance and size. There was no mistaking these two; they were our unfair citys residence superhero Lightsong and his sidekick Scoot.

If I had thought my luck was bad before, now I was learning the error of my ways. This was bad. Real bad. We had to get out of here and fast.

Seemingly without a care in the world, the two men strolled into the room. Well Lightsong strolled, his little priestly friend kind of shuffled nervously. The bulkingly muscular figure gazed around the room, before coming to stop at my little group. His voice filled with good humor he said, I say Scoot, this must be the new villain that has been plastered all over the news lately. He sure has been keeping himself busy, robbing banks, fighting with the police, and now even crashing award ceremonies.

His scholarly sidekick responded, Yes it would appear so.

We watched each other, him amused and me nervous. Knowing the futility of it full well, never-the-less I tried to settle things down somehow, This is not what it looks like, I am just here to speak with Doctor Brown.

Still watching me he said, Oh I know.

Puzzled I cock an eyebrow and ask, You know?

Oh yes, perfectly well. He replies still grinning.

Hopes finally rising for what seemed like the first time in a lifetime I tentively ask, Then you are not going to try and fight me?

With a loud booming laugh he tells me, Fight you?! Dont be ridiculous. If there were to be any fighting I would have Scoot do it.

The little man next to him sighs and rolls his eyes.

And of course I am sure you two lovely ladies would be doing the fighting for you. With that he gave a lecherous wink at them both.

Both giggling, Epsilon-Girl turns to me and whsipers, Ooh Master, I like this one.

Smiling at her patronizingly I turn back to the apparently reluctant hero. So I can talk to Dr. Brown in peace?

His eyes shining mischievously he answered, Well I did not say that exactly
Suddenly the sound of sirens could be heard coming towards the hotel. Just what I needed the Five-0. I could already smell bacon, although that could have been from the banquet table we were standing next to.

Grabbing hold of Dr. Browns arm dramatically I shouted, Help me Dr. Brown.  You are my only hope!

Smiling at me she responds, How can I say no to a Star Wars tribute? Glancing around herself for the first time, she noticed that everyone was watching us. Hearing the police sirens she points out, I think we better get out of here.

Smiling back at her I say, You are probably right. Glancing over at my two human air vehicles I give them a nod. Epsilon-Girl grabs hold of me as EngerGena takes Dr. Brown.

Before we take off and head out of there, Lightsong yells out, Hey kid! Good luck and enjoy the ride!

Not knowing what else to do I give him and thumbs up like an idiot. I can feel everyone in the rooms opinion of me get somehow even lower. Maybe I really do have a super power, the power of making an ass of myself and fucking things up.

My pathetic musings continued as my new guest and I are carried off into the sky, heading towards my Abortion Clinic of Terror.
 
The flight back was quicker, but that always seems to be the case. Time just seems to run faster when you are going back somewhere.
