The Entity

Ah, come in, come in, you wanted to interview me?

Well, I will admit, this is unusual, you are the first to interview me. I saw your site, and decided that you were the best qualified out of all the hundreds wanting to.

Yes, people are often curious about me, what I do.

Well, what I do, is rescue superheroines. You know, those women who dress up in various outfits, fight crime, and usually wind up tied up, naked, raped, or sold into slavery, for the normal situations. The more exotic situations include mind control, various addictions, and a host of extraterrestrial creatures that make their lives more interesting.

I'm sure you've wondered how superheroines will get captured, sold into slavery, or other things, and then reappear a few months later, none the worse for wear? I am the answer.

After a superheroine has been taken to the point where she is all but destroyed, I go in and rescue her. I bring her back to my facility here, and slowly begin the process of putting her mind and body back together again.

Oh, a tour, that can be done easily. Don't worry, you will get too see some of the women currently here.

Essentially, if it is a plant infestation that is raping and impregnating them, to aliens that have kidnapped them for intergalactic slavery, to a out of control sex addiction, I treat them all here.

I have evenmanaged to rescue a few superheroines in training, or ordinary agents as well, such as Agent Kekko. She was left tied and gagged, and chloroformed. I loosened the ropes, and removed the chloroform from the gag, so she was able to wake up, and free herself. Unfortunately, the people who had tied her up had taken her top, so she had to return to her house topless, but she was able to return.

Ah, here are the superheroines I am currently working on.

First, is Got-Gal, who was used for plant breeding purposes, and her mind was all but destroyed. I managed to sterilize the plants, and brought her, and several other beauty contestants back here, and am slowly bringing their minds back to normal. They are currently obsessed with sex, and it would interfere with basic bodily functions, let alone consciousd thought. I am slowly bringing their minds back, so they can function again in society. They will have a higher libido, but they will be able to think as well.

Next, you see Ms Americana. She was sold overseas, and used for breeding purposes. After several months of forced ovulation, her body was actually being damaged by the process, and I brought her here, where she can recover.

In the room next to her is Jungle Babe. She was raped by magically controlled plants, and her love of the jungle was replaced by lust. As a result, whenever she was in the jungle, she masturbated, without stopping. I am slowly working on reversing that mentality, to enable her to work again.

Lady Midnight is here, and she is the one I have to work on the most. Her physiology is that of a normal human, so she has to be rescued fairly often, when she gets hurt. I have a full knowledge of human anatomy and genetics, so I can easily heal damage to her.

I am thinking of slowly improving her genetics, so she can heal faster, but that is for a later discussion with her. She'll likely refuse, insisting that she can do things on her own.

This is her thirty-seventh visit here, by the way.

Star Princess was in this room next, but has been released. I think she is starting to guess who I am, judging by her vague references to an ancient evil, and glaring at me. That frown really does not make her look better by the way. If she talked to the Space Rangers or the Galaxy Rangers, she might get a better idea.

The Rangers? They've been in here a few times, getting genetic upgrades, and mainly being rescued.

Esha has stopped in here a few times, and when I asked if she wanted a genetic upgrade to heal injuries faster, she eagerly agreed. She is currently in here, because she was tied to a milking machine, and left on it for several days. Her breasts are slowly recovering, and so is her attitude. She has been glancing around here a few times, trying to fix the location, so she can either steal my equipment, or slip masks off, to reveal identities.

Sara Kraft has been in here a few times, mainly due to being raped on her missions, and left in the desert to die. This mission, she was left spread eagled, with her wrists and ankles tied to several poles, with her body hanging down in the center. That might not be that bad, except for the fact that a fifth pole in the center was sticking straight up her ass, and a vibrator was at full power in her pussy. The rop holding her wrists and ankles was stretching as the sun grew hotter, so she was getting further and further impaled.

The fifth pole was painted black, so it was channeling the heat from thesun into her body as well, drying her out. There was a rope around her waist, so she could not rise off the pole, merely thrash around on it, and slide further down. The rapists had also gotten a large container of sperm, and chilled it. They had attached the sperm to a hose, and stuck the hose in her mouth, so if she wanted to stay cool, she had to suck on it.

She was nearly dead of dehydration when I found her a few hours ago. You can see the IVs going into her body, to get her rehydrated quickly.

Oh, the container? It was empty when I got there. Its the middle of the sahara, and it gets hot.

Kitty Kat tried to stop a local robbery, and was raped by the robbers. They had hooked her up to a milking machnie while doing so, and by the time I got there, her breasts were flat. I am slowly helping her to restore her shape, and return her D cups to her. She is offering to thank me for my assistance, but there are far too many superheroines, so I really don't have enough time to rescue them all.

Oh, the genetic modification for her? Well, it takes time, even for me, to figure out the genetic code for each of them, and determine the modifications to make them regenerating. Not to mention the monitoring, and adjusting, and it takes a month for each of them. Of course, I can be figuring the genetics for one, and monitoring three others, so I could be working on up to four per month.

I just got finished with Night Raven a few days ago. The people who had kidnapped her had left her in a closed room, with a nutrient drip in her arm, so she would not dehydrate, or get malnourished. She had vaginal, anal, and clitoral vibrators going, plus nipple vibes and a penis gag in her mouth. She was being slowly brainwashed to be a sexual slave for anyone who demanded it.

As you can tell, that would have put a crimp in her activities. I managed to find her, and ger her back here. For the first few days, I literally had to let her suck me off five times a day, to help her slowly return to reality. She still has her heightened libido, extensive sexual knowledge, perverted dreams, but at least now she can control them.

Oh, you want to know how I managed to rescue Ms Americana? Well, do you remember that little incident in Europe a few weeks ago, where that castle was attacked, and everyone inside knocked out or killed, all in less than ten minutes?

That was me. Yes, I know it was guarded by ten tanks, two hundred thirty one of the best troops and guards, plus the finest mechanical and automated defenses and weapons, but it was a fairly simple operation.

Oh, you thought it had been a national army that had gone in and done that, or a combination of the entire United States and NATO Special Forces operation? No, they would have taken half an hour.

Oh, the nuclear self-destruct in the basement? Rather tasty, I will admit, but a touch too much of plutonium for it to be truly appreciated.

Oh, is that shock in your face? I know you replaced the actual journalist, why else do you think I took the time to brag? Were you really thinking that tachyon bomb inside the camera bag was going to affect me?

Oh, you did think it would affect me. You were also wondering how to get out alive if you set that off. Well, no worry.

Did you feel that? Your cameraman did. I just detonated the tachyon bomb, and absorbed the energy. The camera just lost five pounds, and your cameraman didn't even notice an erg of the energy being released.

He did notice the camera losing weight though.

Where are you going? Do you really thin you are going to escape this building, that I created, and control? Look out that door, and you'll see what I mean.

Yes, that is interstellar space. The iside of this building is in interstellar space, but the outside is on Earth. The door is the link that allowed you to come in. The gravity is artificial, the heating is artifical, and the air is artifical.

That explains why your employers were never able to find my base before. I would like to let you go back and let them know what they are dealing with, but no.

Sorry.

This is where you die.

Ah well, I took enough time with you, and I have another superheroine set to rescue. Azure Avenger has gotten Power Lass into trouble again, and I think it is time I got them out of the orgasm trap they are in.