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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is an average sized entry at just over 6,000 words. It leans heavily into humiliation, mind control, and mind break kinks with an added dash of addictive semen.
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Crimson Tide woke with a gasp, feeling like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on her, only not on her face but rather into her mind.
“Sorry to wake you so abruptly,” Brain Master said, sounding not at all sorry. “But I’ve need of you.”
He needs to fuck me, Crimson Tide thought. When she saw that the supervillain’s offensively long green member was hanging out of his costume the fear was confirmed. Awake less than a minute and he’s already going to fuck me.
She sat up, finding she’d been placed on a pile of blankets and a few pillows thrown on the floor for her comfort. At least I didn’t wake up in that awful machine being milked like a cow, she thought happily. She felt a lot less happy when she realized her breasts still felt swollen and tender. But there’s no maddening building of pressure or milk leaking from my nipples so maybe the Forced Lactation Formula is wearing off…
“It is,” Brain Master told her, letting her know he was in her mind and listening to her thoughts.
And that means his telepathic fingers are already dug in deep. I’ve no chance of escape, she thought as she looked across the mostly empty warehouse to the rolling doors leading out of the supervillain’s simple lair.
“Also correct,” Brain Master told her as he approached.
Crimson Tide looked up at him. He loomed above her as he drew close. She noticed he wasn’t hard, although his long member did look thick with the early signs of arousal. She also noticed his voice sounded… normal. He didn’t sound mad with lust. He didn’t sound like he NEEDED to fuck her. So why wake her up? What did he need from her if not sex?
“I’ve finished analyzing the milk I’ve extracted from you,” he explained, holding up a glass full of the creamy white substance. “The experiment seems to be a success, all that’s left is to test it out on myself and see if the analysis of what it does is correct.”
Crimson Tide reeled back from the sight, disgusted as the man chugged down the glass of fluid she’d had forcefully extracted from her breasts. She wondered what it would taste like and immediately gagged as Brain Master implanted some of what he was tasting into her mind. It was still warm and the taste was both sickly sweet yet too bitter.
“What do you think it’s going to do to you?” she asked, forcing down the disgust she felt at having been forced to feel like she’d drunk her own breast milk.
Brain Master handed the empty cup to Helper Bot. “It SHOULD make the semen of any man who drinks it highly addictive,” he informed Crimson Tide with an evil grin. “But as I said, it needs to be tested. So you’re going to suck me off, knowing that once you swallow a full load of my cum you’ll most likely be left addicted to it. Needing more of it. Hopefully so addicted you’ll be unable to refuse any request of mine or even dare hurt me for fear I’d withhold your next fix.”
He stepped closer, his dick swelling and rising. “Now get over here and suck me off,” he commanded.
Crimson Tide felt him grip her mind and take full control of her. She jerked forward, feeling like a marionette being poorly puppeted.
Fight it, she thought. Don’t let him do this to you. Don’t let him addict you to his vile semen.
Brain Master chuckled in amusement. “You can’t fight my control,” he told her as he made her grab his half-erect member. “You’ll suck me off and swallow down every drop,” he added as the helpless heroine lifted his cock to her mouth and began giving him sloppy, vigorous head.
She noticed that he seemed to be enjoying the blow job differently from the other times he’d made her sexually service him. He was calmer and less desperate to get off. He also seemed more content to enjoy what she was doing without being fixated on finding something that felt even better and built him more quickly to climax.
I understand, she thought, hating that she felt any empathy for the villain. But she DID understand. She knew what it was like when her super-charged libido grew out of control. When the need to fuck and cum was like a monster that consumed you. And she knew how much more enjoyable sex was when you DIDN’T feel like that, how indulgent you could be doing it because you WANTED to not because you NEEDED to.
She also noticed that as Brain Master sunk deeper into the pleasure of her sucking him off he was slowly releasing his grip on her mind. As he controlled her less she made sure to keep sucking him off in the way he’d been making her. Sloppy. Loud. Lots of sucking while she gripped his inhumanly long shaft with both hands and used the saliva leaking down it to stroke and twist.
A chance to escape, she thought the moment she felt him leave her mind. Get him off first, then when he’s lethargic after cumming get away before he can regain control of my mind.
But I can’t let him cum in my mouth, she realized just as she could feel him building towards climax. Have to do this just right, get him off but pull away just in time to not let any get in my mouth.
Crimson Tide placed her hands on Brain Master’s thighs so she could feel when his body began to tense. She sucked hard, taking his cock deep enough into her mouth for it to hit the back of her throat. She gagged, feeling and hearing how much he liked the sound of that.
Almost there, she thought as she sealed her lips tight around him and bobbed her head as quickly as she could. At the same time she made sure the sucking and slurping sounds were as loud as she could make them, knowing it might be enough to push him over the edge.
She nearly didn’t get his cock out of her mouth in time, barely managing to twist a disgusted face away from his spasming member. A huge, thick load of semen spurted onto her face, landing in a rope-like glob that ran up one cheek and over an eye. She quickly shoved her face into her shoulder, rubbing the cum off to ensure it couldn’t run down into her mouth.
Shove him away now while he’s sated and distracted, she thought. Archbaroness taught you how to do this. You’ve practiced even though you hated it. THIS is how a superheroine turns defeat into victory or at least escape. Just push him away. Pull him off his feet. Punch him in the balls. Anything, just stop kneeling here. Just stop… stop…
Crimson Tide let out a long, low moan of despair. Brain Master was back in her mind, asserting enough control to keep her from attacking him or making an escape attempt.
“Sneaky girl,” he chuckled as he turned away from her. “Helper Bot? Bring me another glass.”
Crimson Tide blinked. “You’re not angry?”
“Of course not,” Brain Master said, turning back to her once he had a fresh glass of her milk in his hand. “Perhaps you think I’d be frustrated that you avoided ingesting my hopefully addictive cum? I can see how you’d think that. But it WAS my fault for releasing my hold on your mind. It was sloppy. I would have deserved it if you got away or even took the chance to knock me out.”
He paused to chug down the glass of milk. He sighed happily once it was drained, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his free hand while he handed Helper Bot the empty glass. “And maybe I’d be angry that I’d have to wait to try again. Even a supervillain’s sexual fun is limited by his refractory time. Oh, if we’re worked up we can go a few times in a row. And there’s drugs to help,” he added with a suggestive raise of his eyebrow.
Her eyes darted from his face to his offensive oversized green member. She gasped when she saw it growing hard at an alarming speed. With his grip firm on her mind she was unable to move. She had to kneel helplessly as he advanced on her, his cock fully erect by the time he reached her.
“I felt it the first time I drank it. Felt how it kicked my balls into overdrive, felt how fucking hard it made me. I knew then that a drink would leave me refreshed, ready to fuck again, and that by the time I came I’d have a full fucking load to addict you with no matter how empty my balls had been before drinking your milk.”
He grabbed her head and pulled her face towards him, forcing his cock into her mouth. “Now suck,” he growled, keeping his grip on her mind tight to ensure she finished the job right this time.
Crimson Tide gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged and choked when he made her deep-throat it. Her arm muscles tensed, her body WANTING to brace her arms on his legs and push him away but unable to. Brain Master wouldn’t let her, she had to remain in place, moving only to angle her throat better for him to fuck it.
“Get it nice and deep,” he grunted. “We’re not taking any chances you avoid sucking down a full load this time. You suck and choke on my beautiful green monster cock till I fill your gut with addictive cum.”
It was only when he came that he pulled his cock out of her throat and let her breathe. Crimson Tide doubled over, gasping in deep lungfuls of desperately needed air. She thought maybe if she made herself vomit up the thick load he’d blasted in her gut she’d avoid becoming addicted but he still had hold of her mind and stopped her from trying.
Then it hit her. She fell to her side and rolled up into a ball, groaning in pain. She convulsed, cumming. It was his cum, it had forced her to cum. And it felt AMAZING. She could feel it in her belly, warm and perfect. She whimpered, knowing that she’d need more of his cum. Not now, for now the bliss of having it in her would be enough, but eventually that would wear off and she knew when it did she’d be willing to do anything to get her next fix.
Brain Master remained in her mind, reading her thoughts and even feeling out her emotions. “It’s a success,” he cackled in triumph. A true success! Oh yes, I’m going to make so much money from your milk,” he said as he rubbed his hands together eagerly. “It should be enough to finance a true beginning to my operations here.”
He paused, looking down and noticing his now flaccid member was hanging out of his costume. He tucked it away and turned back to Crimson Tide. “You’ll need frequent injections of the Forced Lactation Formula so you can be regularly milked,” he told her. “Although I’ll have to be careful… inject you too much and there might be unwanted side effects. That means I’ll have to limit how many men I sell your milk to…”
The villain trailed off, sinking deep in thought. “And I’ll need a supply for myself to keep you and any other superheroines I capture addicted to my cum. I’ll still need to keep precautions to keep you and others from escaping, but this will make the processes so much easier.”
Crimson Tide felt herself sinking in a sea of despair. “What kind of men are you going to sell my milk to?”
Brain Master turned around, grinning evilly at her. “I’m in your mind, remember,” he asked her, tapping his bulbous green head. “What you really want to know is what kind of women are going to suffer because of you. Perhaps in time you’ll find out. Rest assured I have a few special men in mind I plan to reach out to. Old clients and associates who will pay plenty to make their semen addictive.”
Crimson Tide was terrified of what the consequences of this would be. She could imagine all too easily the kind of terrible men this supervillain was likely to know. The kind of men that hate women, she thought. The kind that would be happy to have such a potent tool to turn powerful women into little more than junkies pawing pathetically at a man’s thing while they beg for another fix…
The mental image was clear in her mind. At that moment she felt his cum in her. It was radiating a soft, warm blissful feeling of contentment she felt as a background emotion under everything else she was feeling. But it wouldn’t last forever. Once it did begging this evil, perverted supervillain for a fix of his semen would be unavoidable.
“Don’t worry,” Brain Master reassured her with an unsettling evil chuckle. “You’ll get your fix. But for now I think I’ll have Helper Bot keep an eye on you while I start a new project. He’s got weapon systems that will ensure he can stop any escape attempts even after I let go of your mind. But I suspect you won’t try to escape, that you won’t risk missing your next fix.”
Crimson Tide moaned in despair, knowing he was right. Maybe eventually she’d be able to work up the willpower to try and escape, but for now the villain’s robotic minion would be all he’d need to keep her captive.
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Crimson Tide had to watch helplessly as Brain Master began a new project. The supervillain didn’t tell her anything about what he was working on and even his conversations with Helper Bot gave no clue about what the sinister device he was creating would do.
Slowly the device took shape. He constructed large tanks which he mixed noxious chemicals in. The smell was atrocious and the sight of the thick bubbling green goo he was creating filled her with fear.
What is it? Is that goo what he’s creating or just some byproduct of his goal? If the goo IS the creation what will it do? Will I have to drink it? Will he pour it on me? Will he dunk me in it?! AND WHAT WILL IT DO???
The longer she had to wonder the more her fear built up. When she noticed he was slowing down and saw the frequent glances towards her she knew he’d soon need to “clear” his mind. She was almost thankful for it, happy for the distraction from the building terror she felt.
“As much as I enjoy the sight of you crammed in that black and red costume of yours I think it’s time we get you out of it,” he told her when he approached, eyes full of barely restrained lust. “I’d like to save it, ensure it isn’t damaged. And I want to see you fully naked,” he added. “Yes… naked and on all fours, the way a woman SHOULD be.”
She didn’t wait for the villain to command her to take her costume off. What was the point? He’d just make her do it. While she undressed she kept a wary eye on Brain Master. He was suffering through a specific type of sexual madness men with an active P-Gene got, one that pushed them to be more misogynistic and crueler.
Once she was naked Brain Master called Helper Bot over, telling him to take the costume. As soon as Crimson Tide handed off the costume Brain Master growled, “On the floor on all fours like the bitch in heat you are.”
He gripped her mind unexpectedly, forcing her to drop to the ground. As she fell to her hands and knees she felt her arousal jacked up so quickly it left her groaning in disoriented discomfort. She was left panting as desire overtook her, leaving her feeling like a dog in heat.
“Stash the costume somewhere safe,” Brain Master told Helper Bot. “Then get back over here. I want to fuck her from behind and use you to watch her tits swinging under her again.”
While Helper Bot put her costume away Brain Master knelt behind Crimson Tide. He gave her plump ass a firm-handed slap then grabbed his half-erect cock and started rubbing it up and down her slit. The feel of the spongy dick meat being rubbed up and down her slit, smooth and wet thanks to how dripping wet he’d made her, left her panting even harder. By the time he was hard and let himself slip into her sopping wet hole she was begging for it with her indecent moans.
Helper Bot arrived, floating in front of her with his screen extended. She stared at it as it flickered on, displaying her as seen through the robot’s single eye.
The view allowed her to see Brain Master’s face, to see the madness in his eyes. She was able to feel AND watch him grab her thick midsection. Once he started fucking her she tried not to watch what her breasts were doing as he fucked her, but the steady pendulum swinging of them under her was too hypnotic to ignore.
Do they really look that big in this position? They look gross… they hang down so far. And swinging like this, it’s impossible not to see them as just two sacks of gross fat! How can a man enjoy watching this?
“It’s not enough,” Brain Master growled in frustration. “And your thoughts are too distracting. I’m not in the mood to hear all your insecurities about your magnificent body. I just want some meat to fuck, meat with a wet hole to cum in. I want to see those big fat titties swinging. I want… I want your mind off so I can enjoy using you like a living sex doll and NOT a sentient woman.”
Crimson Tide gasped as she felt his mental fingers dig DEEP into her mind. It was something that felt like more of a violation than his big green cock slamming so deep into her.
“Now I’ll just begin increasing all your pleasure receptors,” the villain told her.
Crimson Tide moaned, overwhelmed by the sudden, steady ramping up of pleasure she felt. “It’s too much,” she groaned. The look on her face she was able to see through the screen in front of her terrified Crimson Tide. She’d been panting like a dog in heat, now she looked like a woman whose mind was being melted by pleasure.
“Yes,” Brain Master grunted as he gripped her thick midsection tight so he could pound into her harder. “YES, your mind is going to melt from the pleasure of my cock plunging deep into you. I’m going to literally fuck your mind away!”
“Please,” Crimson Tide huffed as she shuddered in pleasure. Had she just cum? She couldn’t tell. The pleasure was all too intense and thinking clearly was becoming too hard. It felt like her mind breaking! “Won’t… ever… recover,” she gasped out as her eyes rolled up into her head.
Brain Master wasn’t listening to her. He kept slamming hard into her, punctuating every thrust with a single word.
“Take.”
Thrust.
“My.”
Thrust.
“Dick.”
Thrust.
“Till.”
Thrust.
“Your.”
Thrust.
“Mind.”
Thrust.
“Melts!”
By then Crimson Tide’s mind was so gone that she was no longer able to keep herself up on all fours. Brain Master had to hold her up, arms shaking as he struggled to keep her limp weight in position so he could keep watching her tits swinging under her.
“So fucking close,” he grunted. “Wanted to wait to see her mind melt,” he added before slamming deep into her one last time. Once he was buried as deep as she could take him he let out a deep, long grunt of release.
The supervillain loosened his grip on Crimson Tide, allowing her to fall limp to the floor. “My mind feels so much better,” he sighed happily as he got to his feet and tucked his dick away.
“Was that wise?” Helper Bot asked, pointing to Crimson Tide. “Her mind… she looks like it’s been broken with pleasure. There’s no intelligence left in her eyes! And look how she’s drooling… like she’s been lobotomized.”
Brain Master lazily waved away the robot’s concerns. “Her mind will recover,” he said dismissively. “My powers can’t do much of anything that lasts,” he added with a sad sigh. “She’ll be back to normal soon.”
He’d started to head back to his project but stopped, turning around to give the limp, drooling superheroine lying naked on the ground a long, appraising look. “I’m sated,” he said as an evil grin slowly spread across his face, “but I think we need to make sure she stays busy while I finish my project…”
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Almost as soon as Brain Master had pulled out of her Crimson Tide felt her mind begin to heal. She lay there, panting, cum leaking out of her, enduring the strange sensation in her mind. It felt like bits of her brain being snapped back together, each little reconnection allowing her to think a bit more clearly and understand her senses a bit better.
Brain Master and Helper Bot had been talking, but she’d not been able to understand them. By the time that much of her mind was repaired the two had fallen into a silence.
She opened her eyes but couldn’t make sense of the visual stimulus she was seeing. She blinked. Her mind stitched further back together. Things started to make sense. Helper Bot was floating slightly above her, the screen still extended from his boxy body. It was blank, but its presence still made Crimson Tide anxious.
Just as her mind returned to normal she felt Brain Master reach into it and take over. Crimson Tide took in a few short shocked breaths, feeling her face and chest flush as a wave of arousal washed over her. “No,” she whimpered as the screen flickered on. “Please, not again,” she added as the video of the recent sexual encounter with Brain Master began to play.
“You’re going to masturbate to the sight of me fucking you till your mind melts,” Brain Master told her.
“No,” Crimson Tide whimpered, unable to stop herself from sitting up and gathering a pile of pillows and blankets behind herself to lean back into. “I don’t want to do this again,” she said, fighting back tears as she spread her legs. “I can’t keep suffering through all of this,” she added, beginning to cry as her hands moved toward her sex.
“I know you don’t want to do it,” Brain Master said happily. “That’s where the fun comes from for me! That’s where the HEAT comes from. I’m going to make you sit there, using the cum leaking from your used cunt as lube, and masturbate to the video of your mind being melted over and over again. I figure it will only take a few orgasms before you pass out from exhaustion, not long for me to have to keep control of you.”
Crimson Tide dipped two fingers deep into herself, hating the gross squelching sound they made. Brain Master made her imagine the sounds were his cock sliding into her cum-filled pussy. He made her ENJOY the fantasy, made her ENJOY fingering herself to the thought of him fucking her again while she watched the video of the last time he’d had his way with her.
“There’s a good girl,” Brain Master told her. “Submit to the pleasure. You can’t fight it, can’t fight me. Fuck your pussy with your fingers. Get some of that cum out and smear it on your clit and rub away. You jill off, thinking of me violating you, WATCHING me violating you, and you go till you cum.”
“Can’t… make me… want it…” she said through gritted teeth before gasping in pleasure.
Brain Master surprised her by easing up on her mind. “I COULD, but I don’t think I need to. Because something is going to happen in that video you missed because your mind was too melted, something I gave you. I think seeing me give it to you will make you VERY happy. Can you guess what that is? Here’s a hint: your fingers are covered in it.”
“Cum,” Crimson Tide gasped, thrusting her fingers deep into her wet hole and raking her insides to gather as much up as she could. She pulled the moisture-covered fingers to her face and sucked them clean. Normally the taste of a man’s semen mixed with her juices would have made her want to vomit, but not now. His cum, his precious cum… she NEEDED it.
She’d been given a fresh fix and hadn’t been aware of it, but now she was. She’d missed the moment he’d given it to her, but now she’d get to relive the moment as she watched the recording. “Yes,” Crimson Tide gasped. “Masturbate to you melting my mind till you cum in me!”
“And then you’ll go till you cum again,” he told her. “And again and again till you’re so weak you pass out.”
“Yes,” Crimson Tide told him, moaning and half sobbing. “Because I need your cum… needed another fix. Almost missed it… And now I get to relive the glorious moment I got more as I pleasure myself unconscious!”
She wanted to throw her head back and wail in pleasure as she crested towards climax but she didn’t. Her eyes kept locked on the screen, locked on herself being fucked mindless, eager to watch the moment Brain Master would cum in her. She forced herself to hold off, not letting the orgasm erupt into life till she saw the villain cumming in her.
When it happened she was left shuddering in pleasure with her eyes closed as she let the joy of his cum wash over her. Having it pumped into her pussy hadn’t hit the same as sucking it down orally, but it was nearly as good. The blissful feeling it brought lingered deep in her core and using the cum to finger herself helped her remain aware of just how good his cum felt in her.
When the video began playing again her eyes flew open. She had to watch it again. Had to relive that moment. Had to enjoy the feeling of his cum in her again. She was weak from the last orgasm, but that didn’t matter. She knew her next orgasm would leave her even weaker. That didn’t matter either. Only the pleasure mattered. And the pleasure would continue till she was too exhausted to go on…
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Crimson Tide had no idea how long she’d been out. She’d woken feeling drained and weak, but having recovered enough from masturbating herself unconscious that in a normal situation she might have been able to mount an escape attempt.
She didn’t bother.
Helper Bot was nearby, his single large lens eye keeping a watch on her. Brain Master was still working on his project, engrossed with it but close enough that a call from the robot would be all it would take to let him know he needed to grab control of her mind.
I couldn’t get away. I want to, I just can’t, she thought, uncertain if the thought was true. She had doubts. The bliss of having Brain Master’s cum in her was gone and a slow aching pain deep in her body and mind was beginning to throb. She could ignore it for now but wasn’t sure for how long. The thought of being further away from Brain Master when she started to feel like she needed her fix terrified her.
To distract herself from these thoughts she watched Brain Master working. It seemed his project was nearly finished and she could hear the mad scientist muttering to himself about ways to test it. Huge tanks were full of the noxious, vile-looking green goo she’d seen before. The stuff looked even worse now, a swirling mix of dark greens and shimmering light greens that glowed slightly.
There was only one hint at what the goo was for. Brain Master had built a portable tank for the stuff that he was filling. Once filled he used straps attached to it to don it like a backpack. A black tube ran from the tank to a firehose nozzle that he wielded like a weapon.
“Ah, you’re awake,” he told Crimson Tide when he noticed her sitting up and watching her. “Good! It’s just about time to begin testing. Helper Bot? Did you finish the project I gave you?”
“Yes, oh illustrious green one,” Helper Bot declared. “I repaired the costume machine, ran our guest’s outfit through the analyzer, and it’s already output a few copies of it.”
“Bring us one, Crimson Tide will need her costume to test out my new creation.”
Crimson Tide remained on her pile of blankets and pillows in silence till Helper Bot returned with a fresh copy of her costume. Once he handed it to her she started putting it on, knowing there was no point in refusing. If she did Brain Master would simply use his powers to force her to do it.
“What do you hope that nasty-looking green goo will do,” she asked nervously as she pulled the legs of her costume up. Her eyes kept going to the nozzle he held like a weapon. She suspected what was going to happen, suspected why she was being made to put a costume on, one that was a copy and thus disposable.
Brain Master held the nozzle up. “My hope is that this ‘green goo’ will dissolve a superheroine’s costume AND depowered them,” he proclaimed. “It’s quite an ambitious project,” he continued eagerly. “Every villain knows how useful it is to have a way to undress a superheroine. Really throws you sluts off your game. And getting that along with something that will depower them, even for a short time? You’ve got to see how useful this could be to the criminal element!”
She could see that. She didn’t like it, but she could see it. Maybe it won’t work, she thought. I have to hope all of his projects are failures. Even if something horrible happens to me in the testing, each of his failures is a good thing for the superheroines of this city.
Brain Master let out a deep sigh of disappointment. “Those aren’t very nice things to be thinking,” he told her. “And if you keep that up I might make you wait for your next fix. I’m in your head, girl, I can feel the cravings already starting to throb. We DO need to test out what happens when you start to go through withdrawals.
Crimson Tide pursed her lips as she finished cramming her breasts into her costume and zipped it closed. “What do you need me to do?”
He grinned, happy she’d folded so easily. “Normally I’d give you a chance to escape. Tell you that if you can get past me and my new invention you’d be free to go. But I’m thinking that won’t work, you don’t WANT to get away, not with the cravings beginning. So how about this: you escape and I give you my word you can come back and get a fix of cum whenever you want. On top of that, I’ll promise to never capture or experiment on you again as long as you leave my operation alone. And,” he added quickly, “that would mean NOT telling other superheroines about said operation.”
Crimson Tide stood paralyzed for a few panic-filled moments. Her instincts were to refuse the offer. How could she accept something so morally compromised? Making herself an addicted druggie coming to him for her regular fix while NOT telling any other superheroines what he was up to?
“Fine,” she said, the gnawing need for his cum swelling in her enough to make her realize she couldn’t refuse the offer. “And what happens if I fail?”
Brain Master gave her a sheepish grin. “Then you’ll be covered in the green goo and we’ll be finding out if it does what I hope. Which it very well might not. Discovery requires experimentation, often MANY experiments. Shall we begin?”
“No. This won’t be fair if you’re in my mind. Even if you aren’t controlling my actions you’ll be able to know what I plan to do as soon as I think about it.”
Brain Master nodded. “I suppose that WOULD be unfair. Alright, I’ll let go of your mind.”
Crimson Tide took a moment to center herself once she felt him leave her mind. She watched Brain Master move to the center of the mostly empty warehouse. I can do this, she thought as she looked around the room. Plenty of places for me to jump to, things to leap from to get to the way out. There’s the big rolling door… It’s closed but it should be easy to rip open. And there’s the two side doors I can go for.
I NORMALLY could do this, she thought a moment later. But I’m weak. He’s been making me cum too much… haven’t had enough time to recover. I might feel fine now but once I’m leaping and clinging to walls and having to jump to avoid that green goo I’m going to feel worn out pretty quickly. To do this I have to act quick and smart. No time for quips. No time to show off. Just get passed him and get out and then… and then I’ll have to live to learn with the horrible deal I’ve made.
She dropped down to a crouch, one hand on the ground the other up behind her for balance. “I’m ready, you fiend,” she snarled. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Then begin,” Brain Master declared.
Brain Master had positioned himself between her and the large rolling door. She figured that meant he thought that was where she’d head. She leaped into action, springing in the direction he expected her to go.
She waited till she saw him twist the nozzle, counting on the pack needing a moment to blast the green goo at her. Just as the noxious nasty stuff came spraying out she leaped high into the air, clinging to the ceiling then skittering across it like a spider towards the back door.
There wasn’t time to look and see if her ploy had worked. She jumped down from the ceiling hoping that even if her quick dash hadn’t been in an unexpected direction she would have at least put enough distance between her and Brain Master for it to not matter.
She landed, the door nearly within arm’s reach. I did it, she thought. I’m going to escape. I’m going to—
Something heavy slammed into her back, knocking her down. Noxious fumes filled the air around her as thick slime-like goo blasted into her back keeping her pinned down then oozed all over her body. A steady stream of it sprayed at her, covering her and sticking her to the floor. It sizzled, dissolving her costume. She screamed, fearing that the goo clinging to her exposed flesh would burn away her skin.
She tried to get up and shake the goo off but couldn’t. It was thick and heavy, a mud-like glue she couldn’t escape. It wasn’t burning her skin but it was causing a disturbing heat, like some of the goo was soaking into her body.
As the green goo sizzled away she was eventually able to push herself onto her feet. She immediately stumbled. The thick goo stuck her feet to the floor causing her to fall back over and land in the oozing glob of goo she now felt it would be impossible to escape till it all dissolved.
By that point the green goo had completely dissolved her costume, leaving her naked but covered in the nasty stuff. She was on her knees, bent over forward with one hand braced on the floor and the other trying to wipe the burning stuff from her face. She felt so dizzy and disoriented that even doing that was a challenge.
“You almost got away from me,” Brain Master told Crimson Tide, standing a safe distance away from the sizzling goo covering her and the ground around her. “But you were just a bit too slow. Now tell me, superheroine, how do you feel?”
There’s a lot of polls to set up the next entry so make sure you vote in them all!
Busty Asian speedster Electro-Girl has won the poll for who Brain Master’s next victim will be. We’ll begin her part of the story soon, but first we need to choose HOW she’s going to be captured during her first appearance.
How will Electro-Girl be captured? (Choose up to 3 options from this poll)
In a short side scene we’ll get to see one of the “special clients” Brain Master sells some of Crimson Tide’s milk to this. No matter what option is chosen it will end up having an effect on the larger ongoing story in some way (probably chosen by a future poll).
What will we see? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)
Brain Master is going to get a much needed infusion of cash from the sale of Crimson Tide’s milk. He’ll use most of it to purchase what he needs for whatever new projects he’s working on, but there will be enough left over to upgrade his lair in some way.
How does Brain Master upgrade his lair? (Choose up to 3 options from this poll)
What, if anything, does the green goo do to Crimson Tide Beyond melting her costume? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)
We’ll see Brain Master using Crimson Tide to conduct one final test before capturing a new superheroine who will then take most of his focus.
What will this new test/experiment be? (Choose up to 6 options from this poll)
During or after the creation of the final invention Brain Master will need to use Crimson Tide to “clear” his mind.
How will he use her? (Choose up to 6 options from this poll)
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