Below the break you can find the first entry in a new Heroines Perilous World backer driven story.

You might have noticed my posting slowed the last few weeks. I’m pulling out of the lull I was in and should be writing more regularly. I also reappraised my current projects and decided to drop some to better focus on a smaller number. I’m also realizing the poll-driven stories are a better creative fit for my fantasy writing, and the Choose Her Peril stories are a MUCH better creative fit for other genres.

I’ve axed the couple of poll driven stories I was working on (which were based on abandoned CHP stories) and have gone back to actively working on a CHP story while doing my normal stories. It’s a sequel to “Superheroine Halloween Double Feature”. you can help me choose out what choices end up in it and get early samples by checking out my Discord server and voting on what choices get made in public read throughs.

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Reformed and Reborn

The journalist Jenny Baltimore sat across from Mason Klein. He was a handsome, muscular, middle-aged man who exuded charisma, yet there was a predatory nastiness hiding under his placating smile. He says he’s a changed man, Jenny thought as she prepared for their interview. But I don’t think he is. The man was one of Megatropolis’ most notorious supervillains. I just can’t believe a man like HIM is really reformed after only a couple of years in prison.

They were in the office where the ex-convict ruled his new corporate empire. The old corporation the man had run, where he’d masqueraded as a mundane CEO as he led a secret life as a supervillain, had been dismantled when the superheroine Archbaroness had finally defeated and unmasked him. Now, only months after earning his release from prison, he ran a supposedly legitimate corporation twice the size of what he once had controlled.

“Thank you for agreeing to this interview,” Jenny said as she turned on and then set down a digital recorder on the desk between them.

Even though the digital recorder would make a perfect record of their interview Jenny still pulled out a pad and pen to take notes. Klein Corp, the ex-supervillain’s new company, was deeply involved with the development of advanced technologies, some of which seemed to be using borderline illegal super science.

He could have a hundred devices that could alter or wipe my recorder, Jenny thought. I’ve done plenty of interviews with men like him. I know that if the interview doesn’t go his way he’ll try to ensure I have no evidence of it. Use some tech to make it seem like the digital recorder ‘malfunctioned’ and gaslight me about what was said. But I have my pad, he can’t erase or alter that, not without assaulting me in some way. And if the supposedly ‘reformed’ supervillain does THAT I’ll have my proof he hasn’t changed his ways.

“I’m happy to have you here, Miss Baltimore,” Mason Klein said in response to Jenny Baltimore’s greeting. “I’m eager to show the world that I’m reformed and have put my old villainous ways behind me.

“Everyone now knows the company I used to run was little more than a front for my secret life as a supervillain. Archbaroness did a good thing defeating and exposing me, and I deserved every day I spent in prison because of that. It gave me time to think about the things I did. I’m eager to repent and show the world a man like me CAN change and use his experience in the corporate world to do something good.”

“Something good,” Jenny said with a skeptical smirk. “Well, that brings me right to the biggest thing I wanted to interview you about. Klein Corp, your new business venture, is quite the operation. You’ve only been out of prison for a few weeks and you’ve already got such a large operation. One wonders how you could accomplish so much so fast.”

Mason Klein leaned back in his chair and smiled at Jenny. She noticed the way his eyes dropped to her chest, lingering a bit too long on her exposed cleavage. Go ahead and ogle my girls, Jenny thought happily. I’m so well known for the tight white button-up shirt and short black skirt I wear that it’s practically a costume. I know how the world works. I know how to wield my sex appeal like a weapon. I slutted myself up a little extra today. Two extra buttons undone, no bra, and no panties under the skirt. If I can goad him into making an unwanted advance and manage to bring the sexually aggressive villain out I’ll have the story I want.

“It’s nothing sinister,” Mason Klein said as he gave the reporter his most charming smile. “My old company was completely dismantled while I was in prison. But even though I’d secretly been a supervillain my friends and colleagues in the corporate world had never seen that part of me. They’d only ever seen my better side. They knew I was a good businessman, even if I’d let some of my research drive me a bit mad. Towards the end of my prison sentence they helped me raise the investment capital needed to get Klein Corp set up so I could take the company over the day I was released.”

Jenny gave the man a hard look. “You’ve said in court and past interviews that you take full responsibility for your actions, yet you’ve just as often blamed your actions on advanced, experimental technology that ‘drove’ you to becoming a supervillain. That doesn’t sound like taking responsibility to me.”

“I expected a woman known for being a journalist dedicated to discovering the whole truth to be better at paying attention to the nuance in what people say,” he said with a disappointed shake of his head. “I’ve never ‘blamed’ my use of experimental technology for my actions. The effect they had on me is a reason for my actions, not an excuse. And even though they did things to my mind and altered my impulse control and judgment I take full responsibility for all my actions. I’m eager to show the world I’m a changed man, and that’s part of why I agreed to this interview, Miss Baltimore.”

“Are you really so eager to show the world you’ve reformed?” Jenny asked, excitedly pressing the opening she thought he’d given her. “You are running a company that’s developing and selling the same kind of advanced technology that you claim led to and enabled your secret life as a supervillain. From the information publicly available, and what my research has found, some of Klein Corp’s projects even use super science that borders on being illegal.”

Mason Klein raised his hands in a placating gesture, smiling while shrugging. “It’s what I know, Miss Baltimore. It’s what I have experience helping develop and sell so it’s what I’ve returned to doing. Only this time I won’t be choosing technology and devices that can turn me into a notoriously perverse supervillain, I’ll concentrate on creating things that can make the world a better place.”

Jenny raised a skeptical eye. “And would you be willing to take me on a tour of your research labs and factories? You’ve come up with a lot of excuses to keep other journalists out of those places. If you’ve nothing to hide then let me see it all.”

“Miss Baltimore,” Mason Klein said as he steepled his fingers and leaned back in his chair, “you seem to have come into this interview a bit aggressively. You seem to think I’m not reformed. Could it be that you’re not here to find the truth but rather to prove something you already believe?”

He’s trying his best but he’s getting frustrated, Jenny thought gleefully. He thought he’d be able to use this interview to help build his image as a reformed man. The fool. Now that I can see he’s agitated I just need to push him a bit more and he’ll slip up.

“As I said, I’ve sources that have let me know things about Klein Corp that you’ve tried to keep hidden. I’ve good reason to believe you’re far from reformed and in fact are planning on returning to your old ways.”

“Sources?” he asked as he furrowed his brow. “Contacts inside Klein Corp? I’d be VERY interested in finding out who these ‘supposed’ sources are. Are you even sure they really work for me? That they aren’t people I USED to employ who hold a grudge for what I’ve done in the past? Perhaps your sources are making up stories. If you’d just give me their names I could—”

“Not going to happen,” Jenny said firmly. “I keep my sources secret. All that matters is that I know you’re not being honest with the public.”

“Says you,” Mason Klein said nonchalantly. “Unless you’ve some proof you’re willing to show me that you’d like me to comment on—”

Jenny could feel him growing evasive in a way she knew meant he was looking for a way to end the interview early. Have to throw him off and keep him talking till he slips up, she thought.

She interrupted him, blurting out the word, “Part.”

Mason Klein blinked in confusion. “Part?” he asked in confusion. “Part what?”

“Earlier you said that part of why you agreed to the interview was helping to prove you’re reformed. What’s the other part, Mister Klein? What other reason or reasons do you have for inviting me here today?”

He nodded, keeping his fingers steepled as he gave her a hard look. “I suppose I DID say that,” he said, giving her a hard look. “How annoying that you’re as resourceful and observant as everyone says you are. I’d planned on tricking you into writing a puff piece about me, but I think I may have underestimated you.”

When he stopped talking Jenny remained quiet, knowing men like him hated silence especially when they could be the ones filling it.

“I didn’t take you seriously as a journalist,” he soon confessed. “I thought your reputation was unearned. That your career was thanks to your grandmother being famous for reporting on the first generation of superheroines during World War Two along with a few lucky breaks early in your career. But I’m seeing now you’re more than just a flighty bimbo with amazing tits.”

Jenny smirked. “For a reformed man who says he’s worked past his former perversions you’re quick to jump to sexist and misogynistic insults when you’re faced with a woman who won’t bend to your will.”

The man narrowed his eyes and leaned forward menacingly. “If you are so convinced I’ve not reformed is it not perhaps a little reckless coming in here so combatively? I think perhaps you came here hoping to get a rise out of me,” he said, continuing to glare menacingly at her.

“You’re a famously attractive woman,” he went on. “A pretty face, even if it is often too stern and scowling to be truly attractive. That blond hair and pale skin, just the right colors to ensure you’re a media darling. You have a great body, fit and thin yet thick in all the right places. And your tits? What do they say about them? ‘She’s built like a superheroine’. Yes, Miss Baltimore, you’re a hot piece of ass. But did you really think coming in here wearing no underwear while flashing your cleavage and cunt would be enough to make me ‘reveal’ I’m still a perverted supervillain?”

As he spoke he unsteepled his hands and slipped them under his desk. Jenny didn’t notice. She was too ecstatic about what he was saying. This is it, she kept thinking. I was right about him and he’s about to slip up, to say something that PROVES he’s not as reformed as he’s claimed.

She wasn’t paying enough attention to his menacing tone and didn’t notice the disappearance of his hands. She was convinced she was right, but she was also convinced that he’d never attack her. She’d interviewed REAL supervillains, men with superpowers that had been driven half-mad thanks to the supercharged libido those powers came with. She believed Mason Klein when he said some of the technology he’d used to become a supervillain had given him some of that madness, but she wrongly believed the sexual aggression it led to was something that wouldn’t rear its head in a setting like this.

Jenny Baltimore, a reckless woman who’d accomplished much by being reckless, didn’t realize how dangerous of a situation she was putting herself into by goading the man. Nor did she realize how easily goaded he was, how much he detested women acting “uppity” or “bratty”. He interpreted such an attitude as a threat to his masculinity and a test to prove his dominance over a woman. It was a test he felt he ALWAYS felt he had to pass to prove his masculine value.

Mason Klein pulled his hands out from under the desk to reveal he’d slipped them into thick tech-covered gauntlets. Before Jenny Baltimore had time to process what she was seeing the man lunged across the desk and grabbed her large breasts with his gauntleted hands. As soon as he had handfuls of ample breast meat in his hands he activated the gauntlets, sending a powerful surge of energy into her tits.

The reporter’s body jerked and convulsed like she was being electrocuted as her mouth opened in a silent scream. She WANTED to scream, but she couldn’t. The moment the energy had started to flow into her there had been intense pain, but intense numbing had come with it as well. It was like the zap had shut parts of her body off.

He only kept hold of her breasts for a few brief moments. Once he let go of them the gauntlets deactivated, the energy having done what it was intended to do. Jenny Baltimore felt her body go limp, her arms flopping limply beside her and her head lolling to the side like she was a doll with too little stuffing in it.

Her muscles had nearly all given out. She could move her eyes and she was still breathing, but beyond that she had no control of her body.

“Wonderfully evil invention, isn’t it?” Mason asked as he stood up, holding the gauntlets up and rotating his hands from one side to the other as he admired the weapons. “The boys in my labs call them ‘Cutoff Gauntlets’. Get a hold of a person, zap them then all their muscle control is cut off. The longer you zap them the longer the loss of bodily control lasts. The pain it causes is limited as well, just a short burst before the muscles give out.

“Technically they are being developed as a humane, non-lethal weapon for police use. But like nearly everything else Klein Corp is developing they can be used or easily re-purposed to help me return to my previous life as a supervillain.”

He smirked at Jenny as he made his way around the desk towards her. “As you can see you were right about me. Although judging by the fear in your eyes you were FAR more right than you realized.

“You didn’t expect me to attack you, did you? It’s a little hard to believe a woman with your experience and history came here, into my domain with no protection and spouting off with that bratty attitude. But I suppose you’re a reckless woman. It’s why you’ve managed to get ahead in the world.

“Woman like that, women like YOU, they need to be put back in their place. And today that’s going to happen,” he said as he raised a gauntleted hand menacingly towards her face.

Jenny Baltimore wanted to scream. She wanted to try to fend the man off. She wanted to run. But she couldn’t do any of that. She had to sit there, unmoving and completely helpless, as the villain grabbed her whole face with the gauntlet.

Her mind raced with dark fears. Was he going to further zap her to keep her helpless so he could have his way with her like he’d done to so many superheroines before he was unmasked? Would he do something WORSE to her? And what then? He wouldn’t be able to just let her leave, he’d revealed who and what he still was.

As he gripped her face just enough muscle control had returned to her body to allow her to whimper and lamely flop one arm towards his leg. If she had just a bit longer… What the gauntlet had done to her was wearing off a bit more with each beat of her heart. When she tried swinging her arm at him again she was able to swing it further, actually making contact with his leg.

“D’nt,” she croaked out, ALMOST forming the word she wanted to.

“Don’t?” he asked her, gripping her face tighter. “Don’t what? Zap you again? But you don’t even know what the Cutoff Gauntlets do when they zap someone’s brain! I want you to know what’s going to happen. I want to FEEL your fear as your muscle control starts to return and you make a feeble attempt to escape. I’m going to wait till just before you might be able to get away to do it…”

Jenny’s heart pounded and her chest heaved in and out. “No,” she croaked out, her fear-filled voice muffled by the tech-covered gauntlet covering her face. She managed to swing both arms at Mason, slapping weakly into both his legs this time.

“If the Cutoff Gauntlets are used on someone’s head it’s not just a victim’s muscle control that will be cut off,” Mason told her, gleeful menace filling his voice.

Jenny found Mason’s voice deeply disturbing. Since revealing the gauntlets and attacking her his voice had been changing. Growing deeper. More adversarial. More ominously evil.

What they said about him is true then, her panicking mind thought as she swung floppy arms at him. It’s some kind of madness that overtakes him, like a second personality he transforms into when he becomes a supervillain. He was supposedly cured in prison, but if the experimental tech is what caused the transformation originally why wouldn’t the insanity return once he was exposed to it again?

Her mind raced to another bit of information about the not-so-reformed supervillain, one that she feared was most relevant to her current situation. It had been said that when the madness had taken him, when he became the supervillain, he was overtaken with the lack of impulse control and supercharged libido that led to so many supervillains being obsessed with having their way sexually with superheroines they defeated.

“When I activate the gauntlet again it IS going to cut off your control of your muscles again, but I promise I won’t zap you for long and that your muscle control will return shortly. Sadly, that won’t matter. See, if they are used to zap someone’s head they cut off the victim’s mind as well. You’re going to be left brain-fried, only slightly aware of what’s happening to you and able to act on only your simplest, basest instincts. You’ll be a near-brain dead, obedient piece of fuck meat I can do ANYTHING I want with.”

Jenny had regained enough muscle control that she was able to brace her hands against the man’s thighs. She pushed at him as hard as her weakened muscles could. He was strong, far stronger than her, but if she had full control of her muscles back… His hand was gripping her face, but not holding her head. If she could just shove him away… Jump to her feet… run to the door…

“Times up,” Mason Klein said in a low, quiet, cold, and deeply menacing voice.

A moment later, just as Jenny started to push him off her, the gauntlet activated. There was a flash of pain then… nothing. Her arms dropped to her sides. Her body went limp, dead weight that fell into the hand pressed into her face then slipped away from it as she flopped like a rag doll back into the chair she was sitting in. Her eyes half-rolled into her head as it fell to the side while her mouth fell open. A few moments later she was drooling, looking like she’d been lobotomized.

She was still awake, still aware of her surroundings, but only at the most basic level. She knew what was happening yet was too brain-fried to understand any of it for the time being.

“An uppity bitch like you is so much better this way,” Mason said triumphantly as he pulled the Cutoff Gauntlets off his hands and tossed them onto his desk. He grabbed her chair and spun it around so her back was to the desk. Looming over her he continued. “Just fuckable meat with wet holes. Jenny Baltimore, the most famous and most fuckable journalist in Megatropolis and maybe the world. And you’re mine, mine to do whatever I want with.”

He grabbed her white button-down shirt and ripped it open, sending the buttons still secured flying. “No bra, appreciate that, made the reveal all the better,” he said, eyes practically bulging out of his head in joy at the sight of the journalist’s large breasts. “It really is true what they say about you, built like a fucking superheroine. And I know heroine tits, I’ve had countless pairs in my hands and wrapped around my cock over the years.”

After a pause to admire her breasts with his full attention he went on. “Huge fucking tits for a woman as slender and fit as you. And pretty damn firm looking for your age and their size. Plenty of natural sag, much more than any superheroine has, but that’s okay. You’re a stellar specimen for a normal woman,” he added as he reached down and cupped her breasts in his hands. He hefted them as if testing their weight. “Heavy,” he said with an eager moan. After giving them a gentle then much harder squeeze he added, “Dense, fuckable tit-meat.”

Jenny’s muscles were still unresponsive while her eyes were still half rolled into her head. There was no sign she was registering he was speaking to her, nor did she show any response to him grabbing and fondling her breasts.

He had shown some eager clumsiness as he’d been feeling her tits up, but now as he started to undress he was calm and composed. “I’m going to enjoy fucking your big tits,” he told Jenny, knowing and not caring that she was too brain-fried to understand his words. It had been too long since he had a sexy woman in his power like this. Too long since he got to monologue while he prepared to use them however he pleased. He felt like he was a bit rusty and needed the practice, it was one of the reasons he’d set up the interview with the reporter.

“I always enjoy a nice titfuck,” he went on. “Especially when it’s the tits of an uppity cunt who’s always showing off her udders and using them to entrance lesser, pathetic man. You want to get attention by showing cleavage and wearing that thin white button-up shirt without a bra so everyone can see the outline of your nipples? You want all those pathetic men who fawn over you to fantasize about fucking your tits but never actually let it happen? Well, too bad, it’s happening,” he said as he tossed off the last of his clothes.

His dick was half erect. He grabbed it, holding it up as he stroked it to encourage it to harden all the way. “Impressive, yes?” he asked, not expecting an answer. “You’re ‘built like a superheroine’ with tits like that while I’m built like a supervillain. I was always well endowed,” he continued as he stroked himself and stepped closer to the helpless reporter. “But some of those enhancements that turned me towards a life of crime helped improve the size further. They also enhanced my sexual stamina and semen production as well. I’m as close as an unpowered man can be to having the super-charged libido men with an active P-Gene have.”

He stepped closer to Jenny Baltimore’s limp body, straddling her legs then slapping his by-then hard cock on her chest between her tits. “Need a little lube before we start,” he told her, grabbing a handful of her long blond hair. “Let’s just lean you forward and take advantage of how much saliva is pouring out of your mouth,” he said, pulling her head forward so the stream of drool running from her open mouth oozed down onto her chest and his cock.

“Plenty lubed up now,” he said, pushing her head back and chuckling in cruel appreciation as it flopped to the side. “Now to have my fun. Always helps to have a quick warm-up to empty my balls a bit and clear my mind a little so I can think more clearly and really enjoy what I WANT to do with my fuck meat.”

Mason Klein grabbed the brain-fried journalist’s tits and wrapped them around his cock. He started moving his hips, slow at first as he held her tits tight around his throbbing member, but picking up speed as the mess of saliva was spread more evenly to better lubricate the thrusting of his cock.

“Good, fuckable tits,” he grunted as he pounded her chest meat a bit faster. “A good way to warm up and clear my mind,” he added, pounding her hard. “But I’ll be honest with you, as much as I love a big pair of tits I actually prefer smaller, tighter, smaller-titted, younger women. Oh, true, right now I’m reveling in imagining you’re Archbaroness and it’s HER fat udders I’m fucking, but this is just a momentary diversion. Her I’d be tempted to keep to sexually torment till she breaks, but you? You I’ll be letting you go once I’m done with you.”

He stopped talking for a minute to concentrate on how good fucking the journalist’s famous tits felt. His eyes were greedy as he watched the way a ripple ran through her tit meat every time he slammed into her. By the time he started talking again he was huffing and panting, struggling to keep from getting off to make his current pleasure last a longer.

Once he was centered enough to continue without blowing his load he went back to monologuing. “I do not doubt that fucking cunt Archbaroness will get what’s coming to her,” he grunted, squeezing Jenny’s tits tighter and pounding them harder as the fantasy they were Archbaroness’ breasts became more central in his mind. “But it can’t be me. Too many suspicions would fall on me if something happened to her, especially so soon after I got out of jail. Three, ten years from now? Maybe, if the stupid troublesome slut is still around… but till then I have to stay clear. I can’t have her fellow Megatropolis Amazons sniffing around here and ruining all my plans.”

Thinking about Archbaroness, and imagining himself hate-fucking her tits, pushed him towards climax. He fell silent, trying to hold off but it wasn’t long before Mason lost his battle to last. He let go of the journalist’s tits, grabbed his cock with one hand and her hair with the other, then jerked her head forward so he could ram his cock in her maw and cum there. The animal groan of release he let out was one that had been building up since his imprisonment. Jenny Baltimore was no superheroine, but she was close enough to give him the kind of satisfaction he craved.

Once he was done cumming he pulled out of her mouth, tossing her head back as he did. He let out another roar of carnal satisfaction as he grabbed his still-hard and throbbing cock, giving it a tight squeeze. “It feels fucking fantastic to be back,” he told Jenny as he watched her head flop to the side. Her mouth was open and his unnaturally large load of semen came flowing out of her mouth, spilling onto the shoulder of her open shirt where it quickly soaked into the white fabric.

“We’ll have to clean you up before letting you go,” he told Jenny as he stroked his mess-covered member to help ensure it stayed hard. “But I’ve prepared for all that,” he told the brain-fried journalist as he grabbed her. “Once I’ve had my fun we’ll be wiping your mind,” he told her as he hefted her limp body out of the chair then tossed her face down over the edge of his desk.

“It will be a good way to test some new tech we’ve been working on,” he told Jenny as he positioned her bent over the desk so he’d be able to more easily make use of her backend. “Test tech designed to wipe your memories and other tech that should replace the empty space we wipe away with false memories. Then we’ve some new tech to help alter what’s on that recorder you had set up. Clean your clothes up, send you on your way, and you’ll think and have ‘evidence’ this interview was exactly what I wanted it to be.”

He flipped her short black skirt up, revealing she had no panties on underneath. After grabbing her ass cheeks to lift and spread them so he could get a good look at her pussy he let out an appreciative whistle. “Nice and freshly shaved,” he said as he grabbed her pussy and rubbed at it. “I appreciate that. One of the things I love about superheroines. Once a woman’s Power-Gene activates they lose all their pubic hair. So fucking smooth… None of this stubble you got going on.”

After rubbing her a bit more he added, “Still, you got a mighty fine pussy for a normal woman. And nice and damp. Good to see the animal part in that zapped brain of yours is working. Yes,” he cooed as he slipped a finger into her, “plenty wet and ready.”

After pulling his finger out of her he slapped her ass. “I took some of the pressure off fucking your tits. Worked out some of my hatred of Archbaroness. Now my head is clear and I can concentrate on what I REALLY want, on what I fucking need after all that time in prison. I need pussy. Wet cunt. What I REALLY want is some fit, thin, little young-looking heroine. You know, one of them that looks barely legal. A feisty little bitch I can break, one with a tight little cunt I can pump full of cock and cum.”

As he rambled he rubbed his cockhead up and down Jenny Baltimore’s moist slit. When he said the word “cock” he pressed himself into her wet opening. When his throbbing member slid easily into her he let out a grunt of pleasure.

He grabbed the journalist’s hips and pulled her body back into his as he started fucking her. After closing his eyes he said, “A tight, young, powerful but naive little super slut. That’s my plan, find one, lure her here, toy with her. Torture her. A toy to keep me busy while I rebuild, something to keep me occupied while I make sure the world thinks I’m reformed.”

After falling silent and concentrating on how her pussy felt for a while he let out a resigned huff. “Not as good as heroine pussy,” he told the brain-fried journalist. “But good enough for today. An acceptable, temporary cum dump. A perfect place to put a few loads of cum and really let go,” he rambled as he picked up speed.

He kept building up speed, pounding into her faster and harder till he let out a roar of release. He stood, balls deep in her, huffing for only a short time after cumming before he began slowly fucking her again.

“Nice and slow,” he muttered. “Still so sensitive… be careful at first, let the sensitivity die down before fucking you like I want. Don’t want to blow my load again, I know three is all I’ll be able to handle in one go today.”

He took his time building to his third and last climax, truly savoring the feel of being inside a woman again. He COULD have had other women since he’d been out of prison, women who were willing or employees he could have coerced into sex. But he’d waited. It was superheroines he was addicted to fucking, and although Jenny Baltimore wasn’t one she was close enough to be his warmup before he lured in the real thing.

When he was ready to finish he pulled out of her, grabbed his cock and stroked himself to keep building to the orgasm he was so near. He climbed onto the desk, sitting partially on Jenny Baltimore while grabbing her by the scruff of the neck and needlessly holding her down. He kept jerking himself off, holding his cockhead close to her face.

“Take it, you uppity slut,” he groaned happily as he came. Thanks to all his unnatural enhancements his third load was nearly as large as the first, but his body was drained. The thick load of cum didn’t shoot out, it leaked from his cockhead to become a thick running river of semen that oozed down the brain-fried woman’s face into her open mouth.

By the time Mason had gotten off the desk the flowing semen running down Jenny Baltimore’s face had run into her mouth and leaked out, joining the messy pool of drool leaking from her open mouth. “You look perfect this way,” Mason said as he went to his chair, fell heavily into it, and let out a long, deep sigh of satisfaction.

“In a few minutes the boys from the lab will be coming to join us,” he told Jenny as he let his head fall back. The deeper, menacing villain voice was fading and the longer he talked the more he sounded like his “normal” self. “By then the brain zap will be wearing you up. Before we wipe your mind we’ll shoot you up with a little truth serum. You’re going to tell me about all these sources you have in my company. I’ll need to seal those leaks. And you’ll tell me where you’re keeping any proof I’m not as reformed as I say. I’m sure you’ve got what you’ve discovered squirreled away. I need it so I can make it disappear the way I’m going to make those leakers disappear.”

He lifted his head, evil mischief glittering in his cruel eyes. “They aren’t famous journalists like you,” he said, his voice deepening back into his villain voice. “No need to wipe their minds, not when no one important will notice their disappearance.”

His expression eased. “You’re not going to cause any problems,” he told Jenny calmly. “Not as long as all the tech we’ll be testing out on you works right. All your things will be gathered up and put in your bag and you’ll leave with your recording of all this ‘interview’ altered with no trace of what REALLY happened here today.”

“But,” he said, his expression darkening and his voice lowering once more, “if we miss something or something doesn’t work right and you come back? Well, famous as you are, ‘accidents’ can still happen.”

After a calming exhale he forced himself to smile. “But I doubt you’ll be a worry after today,” he told her, his voice back to normal. “And before long I’ll have a young heroine to toy with and test new devices on. Something to keep me occupied while I keep the world convinced I’m reformed. But eventually I’ll grow bored of my new toy or break her. And then? Then I’ll return to the world of villainy, with a new persona! But till then I need to discover WHO that persona is.”