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Or if you are offended by sexual material like bondage, chloroform, discipline, foot fetish,

knock-out fetish, mind-control fetish, rape, time-stop fetish, or any other sexual situations.

 

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     Titanville's episodes are an on-going collection of fictional stories detailing the lives and times of superheroines in the great metropolis of Titanville.  Although mostly standing on their own, the stories can hark back to previous happenings in earlier episodes.  Thus, it is recommended that you read the stories in their sequential order:

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        Episodes 001 ~ 003: "The Mysterious Madame Perloine and the Proficient Professor Pricken" (Parts 1, 2, and 3)

                      Note ~ This story continues in Episodes 013 and 014 and concludes in Episode 015.

        Episodes 004 ~ 006: "The Sinister Seven Seas Sensational Spa" (Parts 1, 2, and 3)

                      Note ~ This story will continue in a future episode.

        Episodes 007 ~ 012: "Bank Robberies in Titanville?  Surely, you Jester!" (Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6/Conclusion)

        Episodes 013 ~ 015 "The Mysterious Madame Perloine and the Proficient Professor Pricken" (Parts 4, 5, and 6/Conclusion)

        Episodes 016 ~ 021: "To Bee or Not to Bee?  That Is the Question..." (Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6/Conclusion)

        Episodes 022 ~ xxx: "Adonis Ensorcell, the Sorcerous Financial Wizard" (Part 1/Conclusion)

        Episodes 023 ~ 026: "Lights! ... Camera!! ... Stand-by Stunt-cocks!!! ...... Action!!!!" (Parts 1, 2, 3, and 4/Conclusion)

        Episodes 027 ~ xxx: "The Disgraced AGENCY Scientist, Dr. Sam Zordenson, a.k.a. RoboCock" (Part 1)

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     The keyword in the paragraph above is the word 'fictional'.  Everything that you read in my stories is pure fiction and make-believe.

     However, in real life, bondage, chloroform, discipline, fetishes, rape, and other sexual situations are dangerous and life-threatening.  Chloroform is a very dangerous chemical and is especially life-threatening.  Knock-out fetish, mind-control fetish, and time-stop fetish as described in my stories simply does not exist in real life.

     Please do not confuse that which is fiction and make-believe with that which is real and dangerous.

 

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Episode 027

"The Disgraced AGENCY Scientist, Dr. Sam Zordenson, a.k.a. RoboCock"

(Part 1)

by

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     It was the culmination of a life-long dream.  And it was the culmination of a life-long goal.

     The night could not have been any better.  The moment could not have been any brighter.  The flashing bulbs of the media cameras could not have been any more welcomed.  The shiny and crowning tiara could not have been any more sparkling.  The wearer of the bejeweled tiara could not have been any more happy.

     She had done it!  She had won!!

     Rhiannon Rose Penneybecker had won the 2015 Senior Miss Titanville Pageant.  Or actually to be more precise, 'Miss' Rhiannon Rose Penneybecker had won the 2015 Senior Miss Titanville Pageant.  The pageant, solely for unmarried Titanville women aged twenty through twenty-five, inclusive, was always held in the late-fall of the year prior to the year in which the winning beauty would serve her annual term.  And needless to say, every winner of the annual beauty pageant was indeed beautiful.

     Very beautiful.

     There was no doubt on which judging category had catapulted Rhiannon, who preferred to be called 'Rhia', to the top spot on the final pedestal.  The blonde beauty had captured the hearts of the judging panel during the 'Sunny Swimsuit' portion of the competition.  Some of the female judges, those who had actually voted for the first runner-up, figured that the bodacious blonde had also captured some other body parts, body parts that just happened to belong to a particular set of male judges, during that risqué segment of the contest.

     A quick check of the judges' scoring showed that after the 'Sunny Swimsuit' portion, Rhia's scores started rising and rising.  More than one dissatisfied female judge couldn't help but notice that the gorgeous girl's rising scores just happened to coincide with the rising bulges in various male judges' pants that she had witnessed.

     Suffice to say, there had obviously been some trouser-snake sightings.

     All's fair in love and war, and also in supposedly for that matter, the Senior Miss Titanville Pageant.  But there was hardly any abject hemming and hawing - Rhiannon Rose Penneybecker had seemingly won fair and square.  And there was practically no argument with the bathing-suit beauty's individual competition win in the swimsuit portion.  In that specific garment segment, Rhia blew the competition away.  Perhaps better said, Rhia's impressive and obsessive 32DD-sized breasts blew the competition away.  Long after the lovely girl was crowned, members of the viewing audience were still whispering about the winner's radiant and resplendent rack.

     They weren't the biggest boobs anyone had ever seen, but the size of Rhia's enormous breasts was in perfect proportion to her athletic and magnificent body.  It certainly helped that Rhia, at a height of 5' 10", towered over her fellow females who had also been hoping for the beauty-contest win.  It certainly was a possibility that Rhia's bra-cup size had, just per chance, swayed the final tally in her direction.  Of course, the fact that Rhia's monstrous mammaries also swayed in her revealing and sinfully-small bright-pink bikini certainly didn't detract from the number of top-votes that the bouncing and bobbing blonde had received.

     And as always is the case in most beauty-contests, it helped that Rhia cried after winning her well-deserved crown.

     The now tiara-wearing victor had broken-down into sobs when she was handed the winning bouquet of flowers and when she received the crowning bejeweled headpiece, not to mention extremely valuable headpiece, upon her proud and proven head.  It was like her eye-catching bouquet was formed of different types of onions as opposed to different types of aromatic flowers.  Rhia couldn't stop crying such was her fulfilling joy.  It was obvious that the young woman was pleased, and the audience was, in turn, pleased for the pleasing pretty.

     Who doesn't love a winner?  Especially, a charming and dazzling, if not big-breasted, winner.

     At twenty-three years of age, the home-grown Titanville girl had just fulfilled her long-time dream and goal.  Rhiannon Rose Penneybecker was your proverbial 'girl-next-door' type which meant that not only was she down-to-earth, pretty, and wholesome, it also meant that just about every red-blooded male in Titanville wanted to do her.  Not meet her, 'do' her.  And for that matter, there were plenty of red-blooded females in Titanville who wouldn't have snubbed their noses at 'doing' the enticing, exquisite, and exuberant young beauty as well.

     Of course, there were plenty of Rhia's respective fellow-female pageantees who would snub their nose at the possessing pretty young thing, but when push came to shove, many of those same female snubbers would have leapt at the chance to fondle Rhia's winning rack, as well as fingering one of the busty blonde's more, ahem, feminine areas, in the privacy of some back room.

     Due to her winning personality and winning beauty, it took Rhia a full twenty minutes just to get halfway to the private dressing-room, reserved for the pageant winner, from the long and victorious walkway.  Everyone wanted to congratulate the stunningly beautiful young woman for her special and well-earned victory.  Everyone also wanted to wish Rhia a happy year in 2015 as Titanville's most-honorable Senior Miss.  Many of the well-wishers also secretly wondered if, in addition to being the city's latest and newest most-honorable Senior Miss, the fetching and fabulous fox was also Titanville's most-available Senior Miss.

     There's just something about a girl-next-door-ish, pretty, and wholesome young woman.  Especially if she is also a single, girl-next-door-ish, pretty, and wholesome young woman.

     As the horde of well-wishers and reporters crowded Rhia on her way from the winning walkway to the winning waiting room, she was asked many questions.

     "Do you feel that your stunning swimsuit sealed your win tonight?" was one question posed.

     "Do you think you'll be able to fulfill all your responsibilities in the coming year?" was yet another question.

     "Have you ever thought about becoming an AGENCY superheroine?  You are certainly as pretty if not more so than many of the beautiful superheroines already employed at the company!" was yet a third question asked by a local media representative.

     As soon as she heard the question about becoming an AGENCY superheroine, Rhia immediately stopped in her tracks to offer a heartfelt statement to the throng of well-wishers and reporters.

     "That's a great question!  As many of you may already know, I hold the company known formally as 'Superheroines Against Greed, Endangerment, and other Criminal Yearnings' in my highest regard.  I realize that we all refer to this great company as 'The AGENCY' because of its simpler use, but I think by doing that we minimize the importance of this great institution and the wonderful women who make being a superheroine their duty and livelihood.  Our beloved city of Titanville no doubt contains greed, endangerment, and other criminal yearnings.  Where would we be if not for those stupendous superheroines that we're so fortunate to have serving and protecting us?" Rhia explained and asked.

     One reporter, after hearing Rhia's initial portion of her response, couldn't quite believe his ears as he cocked his head to one side and posed a question to his accompanying camera-man.

     "Is it me, or did a Caped Crusader from the 1960s just win this contest?" the reported asked his camera-man.  "I swear this girl sounds just like Batman from that old TV show!"

     The camera-man could only offer a quieted chuckle as he nodded his head in agreement as the beauty-contest winner continued.

     "I would consider it a supreme honor if I was allowed to enter The AGENCY's Superheroine Training Academy at some point after my upcoming year.  I have now achieved my life-long dream and goal of becoming Senior Miss Titanville.  I can't think of a better new dream and goal than that of becoming an AGENCY superheroine supporting and defending our awesome city!  But first, let me do the best job that I can as your newest Senior Miss!!  Thank you Titanville for this great honor!!!" Rhia added with a beaming smile and a happy gait as she then continued walking towards the winner's waiting room.

     Everyone had their arms raised-up and were cheering for the new graceful and grand beauty-queen.

     "Saints be praised!" the camera-man then said to the reporter in his best Irish brogue which brought a good laugh to the newsman as he recalled Chief O'Hara's famous line.

     Chief O'Hara was the character in that old "Batman" TV series that was always either saying 'Saints preserve us!', usually when he learned that Batman and Robin were missing and might be in harm's way, or saying 'Saints be praised!', usually when he learned that Batman and Robin had been found and were safe.

     Could a more beautiful girl-next-door-like, pretty, and especially wholesome young woman have won the 2015 Senior Miss Titanville Pageant?  No.  Rhiannon Penneybecker was truly the most beautiful girl in the pageant.

     Saints be praised!

     Unfortunately, although it was just mentioned previously that 'everyone wanted to congratulate the stunning young woman for her stunning victory' and that 'everyone had raised their arms up and were cheering for the new and pretty winner', it now appeared that observation was incorrect.  In the lingering and dark shadows of the celebrated contest environs, there was one who was not in a congratulatory mood.  Nor was that one either in a cheering state or in a 'Saints be praised!' state of mind.

     Greed, endangerment, and other criminal yearnings were certainly present in Titanville.  And more direfully at that very moment, greed, endangerment, and other criminal yearnings just happened to be in play right there in the Titanville Entertainment Arts Theatre & Show Hall, or 'The T.E.A.T.S.' as it was known in the local vernacular.

     The one-hundred year-old Titanville Entertainment Arts Theatre & Show Hall was known more so for being the home of the world-renowned Titanville Symphony Orchestra.

     'The T.E.A.T.S.' was also known for being the home of, and always the location of, the well-received and well-respected annual Senior Miss Titanville Pageant.  For November, 2014, the building had a most apropos acronym.  It seemed and appeared that the winner, Rhiannon Rose Penneybecker, who would serve her year-long term as the new and reigning beauty queen in calendar year 2015, certainly possessed, absolutely, the nicest 'teats'.

 

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     The past hour of her life had been a certain whirlwind.

     Rhia was happy to be finally in the private dressing-room which everyone referred to as the winner's waiting room.  The quiet room afforded every winner the chance to sit and contemplate all that had just happened to them.  If any winner thought their last hour had been busy, then that winner was going to be appropriately educated during their reign through the next year as the new Senior Miss Titanville - it was going to be a schedule-filled, eye-opening, and body-exhausting circuit of events.

     The pageant organizers had even had the winner's waiting room painted a soft-pink color - just like many holding areas found in prisons and jails are painted in order to allow the inhabitants to become calmer and more relaxed.

     The organizers had even provided for a twin-sized bed to be located in the winner's waiting room - it might be the last quiet rest that the winner might be able to enjoy in the coming year.  Besides, by having the winner holed-up in a quiet room gave the chance for the pageant fans and reporting media members to disperse gradually in the minutes after the competition's busy completion.

     Rhia gazed for a few minutes at the beautiful bouquet of roses and orchids that she had received.  The arrangement was most aromatic and nose-pleasing.  And then the latest beauty-queen put the bouquet on the small table next to the bed and proceeded to remove her high-heels.  She couldn't wait to get the dark-purple stiletto-and-strapped high-heels off of her feet.  The exotic shoes had matched perfectly with her velvety-rich and dark-purple evening gown.  And even better, the heels had showcased her cute feet and muscled legs.

     The beauty knew that her ravishing rack was most impressive - what few admirers realized was that Rhia's shapely legs were equally eye-catching.  Her admirers couldn't be blamed for not casting their eyes downward to take-in the vision of the woman's lovely and sightly legs and feet - they were simply blinded and bewitched by the siren's bounteous and bodacious boobs.

     The beautiful Rhia then took a few moments to stroke her tired legs and slightly-scenty feet.  The bright lights of the stage had made her bare lower legs and bare feet sweat while walking and strutting her stuff.  And then Rhia laid-down on the bed to close her eyes and let everything 'sink in'.  It had been quite a night.  And she realized that it was all just starting.  She enjoyed the quiet seconds.

     Not too long later, there was a knock at the door.  Rhia didn't really want to answer it, but knew she must.  She didn't know how many admirers might still be lurking around so she stood and put-on a happy face.  Thankfully, the person at the door was just a uniformed deliveryman with another smaller bouquet of flowers.  Rhia quickly accepted the arrangement, shut the door, and began walking back to the bed.

     As she walked slowly, she closed her eyes and bent her face down to inhale the various scents of the pretty flowers.

     Rhia was expecting a pleasant and perfectly harmless whiff of the wonderful arrangement.  What she received was something entirely different.  Just as she closed her eyes and bent her head and nose to inhale the fresh and flowery scents, a noxious nebula of meddlesome mist shot into her face from somewhere in the flower arrangement.  The mist was most overpowering and obscene.

     The beauty-contest winner felt like she could barely make it back to the bed.

     What Rhia couldn't see and had missed was the tiny micro-lens of a camera imbedded in the arrangement.  Whoever was at the other end of the fiendish and voyeurish micro-camera had been waiting for just the right moment for when the arrangement receiver would be sniffing the flowers.  Rhia received the blast of menacing mist right into her face and up her nose.  But the chemicals didn't knock her out or put her to sleep.  The toxins only debilitated her thoughts and actions.  As she was about to learn, the sinister spraying of her face was only meant to confuse and not conquer.

     And now from the closet right there inside the private dressing-room, Rhia's attacker made their presence known.

     Rhia had wondered just seconds before what admirers might be lurking outside her room.  She never gave it a thought that one detractor might be lurking right there inside her quiet room.  The disabled damsel could see a figure approaching her.  Rhia tried to call-out but found that she had no voice.  Not only was the gas that she had breathed-in disabling but it was silencing as well.

     The attacker wasn't overly tall.  Through her clouded eyes, Rhia figured the person was about 5' 7" or 5' 8" tall.  Nor was the person particularly brutishly built.  The attacker wasn't pencil-thin but neither was the attacker monsterly-proportioned.  Perhaps the most shocking thing about the assailant was the fact that the raider was wearing a pewter-ish colored and metallic-looking full-face mask.

     And perhaps the scariest aspect of the attacker was the fact that the man-monster possessed a very deep and resonating, and a very-much synthesized, male voice.

     "Get on the bed." was the simple yet direct order that Rhia heard her assailant say.

     As her mind and body swayed and staggered due to the gassing, Rhia fell face-first onto the bed.  But then she felt cold and hard hands turn her body over onto her back.  It was then that Rhia realized that she was then looking-up and into the cold and calculating eyes of what seemed to be a man-robot.  And it also came to Rhia's realization that her attacker's cold and hard hands were cast in metal, thus the reason for their strong and powerful actions in flipping her body over.

     The robo-man's hand's next actions were the quick ripping-off of her sparkling dark-purple evening dress and then the complete ripping-away of her delicate and lacey dark-purple panties.  Rhia's matching dark-purple and strapless bra came next as her wonderful and white breasts were bared and unveiled.  The beauty-queen's breasts and nipples were plump and pleasant.  And they were now revealed in all their grand and glorious splendor.  Rhia's struggle to take command of herself and fight her attacker, who had just reduced her to being topless and bottomless, was met with a swift and sharp slap to her face and chin.

     But the blow was only glancing and didn't have the full power behind it that it could have had.  The slap was like the flower-gas.  That is, it was only meant to wound and not silence.  Rhia quickly began to realize that this monster wanted her awake and not unconscious.

     "I am going to fuck you now." was the next simple and casual statement that Rhia heard.

     Not that there was anything really simple or casual about that statement.  It was just that Rhia had become so quickly subjugated and stripped that her mind couldn't quite comprehend what the beast was saying.  Maybe it was because everything was so robotic - maybe it was because Rhia had a hard time understanding the machine-like voice of the man-monster.  Maybe it was because the beauteous beauty realized that she was seconds away from being brutally raped - maybe it was the utter matter-of-factness with which her assailant spoke.

     After all, how many times does anyone ever hear the casual words 'I am going to fuck you now'?

     Whatever the case, much to her horror and dismay, Rhia was indeed then getting raped.  The man-machine didn't waste any time.  Before she knew it, the beast had unzipped and removed the monstrous organ that was its cock.  But it was unlike any penis or dick that Rhia had ever seen or encountered.

     The cock was beastly and big.

     It couldn't be real.  It was too thick.  It was too long.  It was flesh-colored but in a way it didn't look like real skin.  Furthermore, the 'organ' just didn't match the physique of her rapist.  Everything seemed out of proportion.  Rhia was quickly reminded of the term 'penis-envy' but what she was looking at was surreal.  And it was unreal.  The dick was rather mechanical-looking - the prick was rather metallic and menacing-looking.

     It looked like a robo-cock.

     That is, it looked like a mechanical and metallic meaty beast of a manhood.  Its machine-like manner made the cock seem robotic.  But its realistic color and overall shape made it seem definitely cock-like.  'Robo-cock' was the best word that Rhia could think of at the moment to describe what she was facing.

     And what she was about to be fucked with.

     Her attacker had promptly forced her legs open and then had spread them wide by grasping her slender ankles and pulling them apart with its strong robo-hands.  The girl was as weak as any one of the fragrant flowers in her pretty arrangements.  Her legs were opened wide like a flower opening to the sun - and now her personal fragrant 'flower' was now open for the robo-man's perusal.  To Rhia, there was a deep and sinister soul to the eyes now lavishing her secretive place with a cold-hearted gaze.  The precious petals that represented her virgin vagina were about to be plucked and propelled aside in a raping and ruinous way.

     Rhia still couldn't speak.

     And after her assailant had promptly spread her luscious legs, the raider hastily began fucking her.  The fiend's thrusts were strong and deep and vigilant.  Some small areas on Rhia's tiny hymen were torn but not rippingly so - she had been born with a small fringe of tissue around her vaginal opening so the initial pain of entry, and the resulting rather small amount of blood, was inconsequential.

     But what was more and supremely consequential was the mental pain of her pussy being filled with a monster cock.  It was monsterly in its thickness.  It was monsterly in its length.  And it was monsterly in its corrupting influence on her entire innocence and wholesomeness.

     One does not get over being raped in the short second or two that it takes for the physical penetration to happen.

     The animal was relentless.  It fucked her hard and it fucked her thoroughly.  Her entire body jerked and jolted when the evil dick was thrust-in to her body and then quickly retracted only to be reinserted once again and retracted just as hastily.  Rhia realized she was being raped and raped mercilessly.

     The cute beauty-queen could only close her eyes and count the seconds - count the seconds until the evil event was over.  She raised her chin to try and see the man-beast pummeling her pussy but was met by another stinging and sharp metal-handed slap to her chin and cheeks.  She saw stars.

     And then a different kind of pain entered her mind.  It was a pain that rocked and decimated Rhia.

     It was the pain that made Rhia feel that she was letting the raping monster have its way with her - she wasn't fighting.  If anything, she was spreading her legs and thighs even more to allow the beast additional access to her precious prize.  She had to admit - as the seconds ticked-by and ticked-by, the monstrous dick inside her felt better and better.  It still hurt, but it hurt so good.  So fucking good.  Rhia tried to bring her knees up and out, anything to allow even another quarter of an inch of the dogged dick into her cunt.  It felt so fucking good.

     And then too, a different thought came pounding into her brain.  She was a slut.  She was an absolute fuck-slut.  Rhia was actually enjoying her rape.

     "That's it.  Take your fucking.  Take your fucking like a good girl." was the emotionless and heartless statement that the robo-beast spoke in that insanely synthesized robotic and male-sounding voice.

     "A pecker for the 'becker." the emotionless and heartless robo-beast added.

     Rhia started to cry and then Rhia started to sob.  She wasn't a slut.  And she wasn't enjoying her fucking.  She was being raped.  She was being raped by a demonic robot-like man-beast.

     "Stop your pathetic crying and stop your pathetic sobbing.  All you beautiful sluts disgust me." was the last thing that Rhia heard.

     She tried to lift her head and wipe her eyes, but the robo-man's next strike silenced her.  The sharp blow across her chin turned her consciousness into blackness.

     In the next few seconds, the robo-beast came.  It wasn't so much creamy cum that shot onto Rhia's tits and lower stomach but more a greasy and gross conglomerate of faux-cum and slick fluids.

     And then in the next additional seconds, the robo-cock was placed-back into its protective pants and the pants were then re-zipped.  The robo-beast picked up the winner's bejeweled and now emotionally-tarnished tiara and placed it in a black case.  Before reaching the door and exiting the room, the robo-beast took-off its metallic mask and metallic hand-guards and placed them in the black case.  As her assailant mingled into the exiting throng while carrying the black case, Rhia was left unconscious in the private dressing-room - and left unconscious with a gloppy goo-like substance puddling on her breasts, nipples, and lower stomach.  Her bare legs were still spread and her bare toes pointed to the ceiling in a silent yet seductive position.

     Her secret opening and soft fleshy folds oozed droplets of the newly sprayed beast-cum and the fresh juices of an assaulted and formerly-virgin vagina.

     Rhia's eyes remained closed in sinister surrender to her first cock.  And for that matter, Rhia's eyes remained closed in carnal capitulation to her first robo-cock.

 

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     The next morning, Police Commissioner Jim Borden had placed his anxious phone call to The AGENCY immediately after receiving the initial police report.  The heinous and evening-ending crime at the Titanville Entertainment Arts Theatre & Show Hall the night before had shaken everybody.  The location of the rape, the rape itself, and the identity of the beautiful rape victim had all been shocking and shaking to all those that called Titanville their home.

     Rhiannon Penneybecker, the newly-crowned Senior Miss Titanville, had been found unconscious in her private dressing-room by an inquisitive news reporter after so many knocks on her door had gone unanswered.  It had been obvious that the girl had been raped and an ambulance had been quickly called-for.  Although the beauty-contest winner had been found, the girl's victorious and extremely valuable headpiece was not.  In addition to Rhia's prized and crowning virginal 'cherry', her rapist had also absconded with the beauty's crowning and bejeweled 'cherry-of-a-tiara' as well.

     In addition to the initial police report, Commissioner Borden had also just received an update from the hospital.

     Fortunately, the pretty beauty-queen was doing as well as could be expected in a local hospital.  Because it was a reporter that had found Rhia's broken body, the news was all-over the newspapers and air-waves of the bustling city.  The news was particularly unfortunate for the well-known and well-respected AGENCY.  Because, while the rape was a new wound for Rhiannon Penneybecker, the rape opened an old wound for The AGENCY.

     In the minds of the Titanville Police, and especially in the mind of Police Commissioner Jim Borden, there was no doubt as to the identity of the rapist who had just heinously attacked one of Titanville's grandest daughters.

     "I'm afraid to tell you, Mr. Yellow, that everything is pointing to the fact that your company's old nemesis is still in business.  I've just been handed a copy of the victim's statement given to my officer down at the hospital." the Commissioner said direfully as he spoke to The AGENCY's Case Manager.  "I have no doubt that 'RoboCock' is the person we're after."

     There was a pregnant-pause on the telephone as Mr. Yellow heard the Commissioner's words.

     "Are you sure?" Mr. Yellow could only ask with a downtrodden and pausing voice.

     "Pretty damn sure." Commissioner Borden answered.  "It's all right here in the victim's statement as to the description of her attacker: metal-looking face...  cold and calculating eyes...  synthesized-sounding and male-sounding robotic voice...  metal-like strong hands...  robotic and fiendishly large fake cock..."

     "I don't know of anyone else who fits that description, do you?" Commissioner Borden asked.

     "......RoboCock......" Mr. Yellow then said hesitatingly as his mind took-in the significance.

     "RoboCock." Commissioner Borden then echoed as he heard the disgust and deploredness in the Case Manager's voce.

     There was now another pregnant-pause on the telephone.

     "I'll send two superheroines down to your office as quick as a wink." the Case Manager informed the Commissioner and then hung-up the telephone.

     "......RoboCock......" Mr. Yellow then repeated sickeningly to himself after placing the phone back on its cradle.  "Dr. Sam Zordenson, AGENCY scientist......'RoboCock'......"

     Mr. Yellow had not uttered those syllables in quite some time.  Actually, Mr. Yellow had not uttered the words 'Dr. Sam Zordenson, disgraced AGENCY scientist' in a year's time, with emphasis on the word 'disgraced'.  Dr. Sam Zordenson was, without question, the former and disgraced AGENCY scientist now known simply as 'RoboCock'.

     In years previous, the good doctor had been a god-send to The AGENCY.  Friendly.  Bright.  Energetic.  Genius.  Earning a Doctorate in Human Physiology and also a co-Doctorate in Biomedical Engineering, the highly intelligent doctor was the first to theorize and actually create the first patented powerbelt for use exclusively by AGENCY superheroines.  Dr. Sam Zordenson was the accepted 'Father' of the modern superheroine powerbelt formulated at, and used exclusively at, The AGENCY.  The doctor loved to be called either 'Dr. Sam' or 'Dr. Zo'.

     Most at The AGENCY chose to use the nickname 'Dr. Sam'.

     Twenty years previously, just prior to the introduction of the doctor's powerbelt, AGENCY superheroines spent hours and hours in the weight-room muscling and chiseling their already shapely bodies.  Though still strong, those former 'weight-room' heroines could not compare in strength with today's super-strong and powerbelted superheroines.  The former heroines could compare in overall beauty but the former heroines could not compare in overall strength.

     For some time, Dr. Sam had been attracted-by and then centered-on the study of the hormone called epinephrine, also known as adrenaline.  It was a well-known fact that adrenaline was a strength-increasing hormone in the human body.  The doctor took the study of adrenaline, and very specifically the study of adrenaline in the female body, to a new level: genius level.  The doctor's simple and basic goal was to create new adrenaline, or increase the flow of existing adrenaline already found in the body, in every superheroine.

     Hence, the modern powerbelt was invented and patented.  The powerbelt would be the platform that would transform a woman's normal strength into that adrenaline-pumping superheroine strength that was so needed at The AGENCY.  The technology used in order to provide that transformation is still ultra-top-secret [UTS].  Even today, whether any superheroine's powerbelt is creating more adrenaline, or just increasing the flow of existent adrenaline, in her respective body, is only actually known to a select-few AGENCY scientists.

     Creating the modern superheroine powerbelt wasn't rocket science, but it was pretty darn close.

     However, although Dr. Sam was considered one of the most intelligent and most intellectual scientists on the face of the planet, the doctor was lacking in one prime consideration: common sense.  Specifically and especially, the doctor was lacking in common sense when it came down to lab testing.  And more to the point, Dr. Sam wouldn't think of testing adrenaline theory on others or on animals - the doctor would be the only volunteer for the medically-inclined, and thoroughly dangerous, medical and lab tests.

     To be blunt, a lack of common sense and a devout insistence on self-experimentation destroyed the well-intentioned doctor's body and physique.  Some say that the same devout insistence on self-experimentation also destroyed the well-intentioned doctor's mind, or in the least, brought grave consequences and thus reduced the doctor's brilliant brain capability.

     Dr. Sam's genitals suffered the greatest damage.  They ended-up becoming shriveled, deformed, and practically useless.  It was a condition that hit the good doctor hard.  And the tissue damage caused by the constant adrenaline testing was irreversible - 'no known cure' was a bitter pill for the famous doctor to swallow.

     But the genetic-testing-gone-bad wasn't the only condition that had brought the doctor to a state of disgrace.  There was a much more personal side to the doctor's downfall.

     Her name was Athena Roddentory.

     Why is it that blame for anyone's downfall is often placed at the feet of a woman?  Dr. Zordenson's case was tragically no different.  Well, it was different in one way.  Athena Roddentory was not just any ordinary woman; Athena was a superheroine.  Athena Roddentory was the superheroine known long ago as 'Masked Maiden'.

     And because it was in the weight-room 'era' of The AGENCY, the superheroine known as Masked Maiden could have been called something else: 'Muscled Maiden'.  The young woman was ripped.  And she was yet another thing: goddess-like.  Athena was well-named - she had the body of a Greek goddess.  No man, and quite a few women for that matter, could resist her.  And there-in lies the tragedy for Dr. Sam Zordenson - the doctor could not resist the muscled Masked Maiden.

     But, the brawny Masked Maiden had rebuffed the sexual advances of the brainy Dr. Sam.

     And the superheroine was quite vocal and quite emphatic on her rebuffment.  She didn't like being the object of Dr. Sam's desire one bit.  In fact, Masked Maiden wanted Dr. Sam's head on a spike.  One could say that the superheroine couldn't, and certainly didn't, 'mask' her distaste in what had become most apparent: Dr. Sam had the hots for Masked Maiden.

     Rape is a strong word.  But it was a word that the masked superheroine insisted on using when describing the incident which happened in a private dressing room on AGENCY property.  Athena said that Dr. Sam had raped her.

     Dr. Sam Zordenson denied everything.

     But after many lengthy discussions which took many lengthy hours, The AGENCY sided with the superheroine and then demanded the doctor's tendered resignation.  Dr. Sam Zordenson was in shock.  Absolute and unequivocal shock.  And about ninety-percent of the company was in shock as well with the good doctor.  It was a blue day, indeed, on the day that Dr. Sam Zordenson signed the so-demanded resignation letter and left The AGENCY premises.

     "You will rue the day that you forced me to leave The AGENCY." Dr. Sam said to those management witnesses once the resignation was signed and the doctor's employment was thus terminated.  "Rue the day."

     The doctor's body had become degenerated and hideous due to the scientific experimentation on behalf of The AGENCY's gain.  That gain being the final product that was an ingenious and working powerbelt prototype.  On the heels of the successfully patented powerbelt, The AGENCY had then seen soaring success.  The initial powerbelt prototype and the myriad duplicates that followed revolutionized the company and rocketed its superheroines to super-stardom - Titanville and The AGENCY were now truly playing on a different and higher field when it came to fighting crime and fighting its associated miscreants.

     Every female in Titanville, including every female's grandmother, then wanted to be a superheroine.  It was like in the movie "An Officer and a Gentleman".  When the character Officer-Candidate Zachary Mayo indicated that he had always wanted to 'fly jets', the character Gunnery-Sergeant Emil Foley quickly retorted that his grandmother wanted to fly jets as well.

     But alas, as the company's popularity soared, and as the company's bottom line soared as well for that matter, the popularity and financial fortunes of Dr. Zordenson went the other way.  The doctor's popularity, financial prospects, and relationship prospects, plummeted into the pits.  And the doctor's mental stableness soon went into the pits as well.

     The AGENCY had been short-sighted.

     They had let their best and brightest hit the street.  Instead of working-out some sort of deal with the disgraced doctor, the company had turned a blind-eye.  AGENCY management could have given Dr. Sam a paid leave-of-absence for a year or so, perhaps have sent the doctor over-seas in some agreed attempt to put some physical distance and time between themselves and the currently problematic doctor.  Or perhaps, AGENCY management could have worked-out an agreement with some institution of higher learning as an opportunity for continuing education for Dr. Sam.  The AGENCY should have done something to allow the proverbial 'air to blow through' the situation instead of allowing what then really happened.

     Indeed, The AGENCY had turned a blind-eye to Dr. Sam.  In fact, they had turned two blind eyes.  The AGENCY had turned a blind-eye at their former-employee's financial state and had also ignored Dr. Sam's physical condition.  And thus by being blind, The AGENCY never envisioned the way in which the doctor would then hit-back at the company - hit them as hard as the hard-working doctor had had to hit the street.  And in addition, the doctor would now continually hit-back at the company with a certain new mental state.

     The disgraced and terminated doctor's new mental state included the raping alter-ego that would come to be known as 'RoboCock'.  The abominable RoboCock alter-ego had been allowed to fester and then had been allowed to be born.

     They say that a great football defensive genius is also a great football offensive genius in disguise.  Simply said, if a football defensive guru is really a 'genius', then that same defensive guru will know how to attack his own defense with a great offense.  Said in a different way, a castle's key-maker should be wise to always make sure that he himself can't be locked-out of said castle.

     As for the case of Dr. Sam Zordenson, the genius knew what made any respective superheroine's powerbelt work.  And now more importantly, the genius knew what made any respective superheroine's powerbelt NOT work.

     It was mentioned previously that the good doctor had earned a Doctorate in Human Physiology and also a co-Doctorate in Biomedical Engineering.  And it was mentioned previously that the bad doctor had suffered great genital damage which included shriveledness, deformity, and impaired usefulness.

     The brilliant doctor's new mathematical equation was simple: (Human Physiology+Biomedical Engineering)-(shriveledness+deformity+impaired usefulness)+(avengement+revenge)=New RoboCock.  An equal equation in words would be 'high education minus unfortunate impairments plus motive equals a new fake and raping weapon'.

     And the new RoboCock's modus-operandi would indeed be rape and ruin, for women in general, and for superheroines in particular.  For superheroines, any rape at the robotic metallic-face, metallic-hands, and metallic-cock of 'RoboCock, was especially harmful.  The demonic robo-monster's fake cock could secrete a clever chemical mixture that would literally destroy the superheroine's powerbelt from the inside-out.  The destruction of her powerbelt also brought searing and painful distress to the superheroine's vital and vagina-hosting pelvic region.

     More than a dozen superheroines had received the distinct displeasure of having their powerbelts short-circuited and made to burst-off their bodacious bodies as well as having their underlying skin severely singed or burned.  A superheroine's powerbelt is supposed to provide explosive power to the superheroine and not explode powerfully off of her superheroine body.

     Every year on the anniversary of Dr. Sam Zordenson's resignation from The AGENCY, there had been a brutal rape of a Titanville woman or a brutal rape of an AGENCY superheroine.  Lately, it seemed the fiendish RoboCock had taken to raping Titanville citizens as opposed to raping AGENCY superheroines.  And in the cold and calculating eyes of RoboCock, the more beautiful the victim, the better.

     Rhiannon Rose Penneybecker was a very beautiful victim.  Perhaps the most beautiful of all the rape victims to date.

     The city of Titanville was once again reminded of the city's number-one annual menace: the sexual and raping fiend named 'RoboCock'.

 

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     Normally, the Titanville Police wouldn't receive a call-in tip just because someone happened to see one small sedan-type car drive into the complex of abandoned buildings on the west side of Titanville.  The complex was the old and permanently closed U.S. Army base residing on a twenty-five square-mile plat in one of the older parts of the city.  But since the very-public rape of Rhiannon Penneybecker at the beauty-pageant, the police department had asked all citizens of Titanville to report anything and everything that was deemed 'out of the ordinary'.

     The 'someone' who had called-in the sighting of the vehicle was a private security guard working the old Army complex as part of a roving watch to keep vagrants off of the property.  That the guard had seen a vehicle drive into one particular building's old parking garage with its lights turned off at two o'clock in the morning on the same night of the high-visibility rape was eyebrow raising.

     And what made the sighting two eyebrows-raising was the particular building that was seemingly entered.

     The building that the car drove into was the old and former AGENCY building.  The building had been used up to the point, and then just shortly thereafter, when the new powerbelts had been introduced.  The company's business increased by such leaps and bounds, superheroine pun intended, that a much larger building was required.  While the new and present AGENCY building was planned and built, The AGENCY moved into a large downtown building for three years.  And then being located downtown as opposed to being on the outskirts of Titanville brought even more local recognition and business to the company.

     What many people didn't realize was that the former AGENCY building wasn't really part of the old Army-base.  It just happened to be right next to the parcel.  The former AGENCY building had been built in the early 1960s in one of those planned early corporate parks in the suburbs.  But the corporate park never took-off, due in part to the Army-base being scaled-back in the mid-1960s.  The final nail in the corporate park's history came in the early 1980's when the base was then closed permanently.  All the buildings on the base had been built with asbestos - it was cheaper to just close the base and relocate its military functions elsewhere rather than fix or clean all of the buildings.

     The fact that asbestos was in the buildings helped keep the former site empty and also provided a basis for the small need, but important mission, of the roving security presence.  The former site of the Army base had been rumored to be one of the places included as a Superfund site.  That is, a site that was polluted and required a long-term government response to clean-up hazardous material and the associated contaminations.  But the former military base had never seen the actual clean-up - the money was always spent somewhere else.

     The former AGENCY building didn't have asbestos, but because the corporate park was so empty of other buildings and so close to the former base, the location became 'guilty by association'.  The former AGENCY building remained empty through all the years just like the ghostly frames of the former Army buildings.

     As so many people didn't even realize that the former AGENCY location was not part of the contaminated base, even fewer people knew that the former AGENCY building had been built with an unadvertised fallout shelter as part of its deep foundation.  Oh, the old and very-faded black-and-yellow 'Fallout Shelter' signs, with their ominous radiation-symbols, could be seen here and there if one looked closely, but the fact that the building represented a place where citizens could go to avoid nuclear radiation had always been kept on the down-low.

     And what only one person realized was that the former fallout shelter located underneath the former AGENCY building made for quite a home and secret hideout.  That one person was Dr. Sam Zordenson, RoboCock.

     A person only had to become familiar with the maze that included broken paved roads and wide-holed broken fences that allowed a small vehicle to access the former AGENCY building and its well-protected parking garage and fallout shelter.  The only reason why the security guard had seen the car entering the building was because this particular guard had chosen to do his round backwards - it threw the entire timing of the round off from what RoboCock was normally expecting.

     The security guard's eyebrow had been certainly raised when he witnessed RoboCock's dark and lightless car entering an even darker and former parking garage.

     And so too, other eyebrows were becoming raised because investigation of the old parking garage brought no proof of the existence of the vehicle seen entering the premises but never seen leaving the location.  It had disappeared!  Or, so it seemed.  The vehicle was there, but it was located about four floors below exactly where a handful of responders were searching for it.  Through all the long years, the secret vehicle elevator to the fallout shelter still functioned.  The cleverly-disguised elevator had been included in the original plans in order that ambulances could be brought right down into uncontaminated areas and washed by high-powered water hoses before having the transported patients wheeled to the safety of the small underground hospital.

     The only thing that the underground vehicle elevator and underground vehicle garage was missing was a self-turning vehicle turn-table, like the one found in Batman's indomitable 'Batcave' underneath stately Wayne Manor, also of the 1960s.  Dr. Zordenson didn't need the non-existent vehicle turn-table - the doctor's transportation was backed-into the vehicle elevator whenever returning from errands.

     The fallout shelter was designed to hold a thousand people.  And, the shelter had everything: a large cafeteria, small and large boarding rooms, large storage rooms, generator rooms, a laundry, a communications room, and a small hospital.  It was designed to be fully-functional without anyone ever knowing it was there.  The doctor had made good use of the hospital and also good use of one of the storage rooms.  The storage room was used for scientific testing - the communications room was used as a security center.

     If anyone came into the abandoned Army complex or the former AGENCY building, Dr. Zordenson would know it.  Through the years, the doctor had managed to study-up on security devices and was able to design and complete an impressive array of high-tech miniature cameras and tiny sensors.  The security system kept the fiend safe yet alone in the expansive underground bunker.

     It was the lack of companionship that was the hardest on Dr. Zordenson.

     The good doctor, Dr. Sam, had given so much and wanted so little in return.  But the fates, and in particular Athena Roddentory, a.k.a. 'Masked Maiden', had come between Dr. Sam and the doctor's goals.  The formerly good doctor was long-gone.  Now, the ongoing bad doctor, RoboCock, was always in the house and on-call.  And on-alert as well.

     RoboCock was well-prepared to handle any breech, and well-prepared to welcome those breechers, of the intricate security system.  It was a rather novel idea that, for once, someone might pay a house-call on the bad doctor instead of vice-versa.

     Yes, RoboCock was well-prepared for visitors.  In the bad doctor's wishful dreams, it was always an AGENCY superheroine, or an AGENCY superheroine duo or even an AGENCY superheroine trio, which always came calling.

     Or rather, in the bad doctor's wishful dreams, and to use a different tense, it was always an AGENCY superheroine, or an AGENCY superheroine duo or even an AGENCY superheroine trio, which would always 'cum' calling.

 

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     Not too long after his conversation with Mr. Yellow had ended, the two superheroines who the AGENCY Case Manager had said would be there 'as quick as a wink' were then standing in the Commissioner's office.  And what a wink...  or a blink...  or whatever it is that allows one's eyes to refocus quickly.

     Simply said, each of the two superheroines now standing and posing before him, and standing and posing in that AGENCY-standard salaciously seductive superheroine stance, were hot.

     Flamingly hot.

     Penelope 'Penny' Brindle was the fiery superheroine known as 'Red Nova'.  She was 5' 9" tall and possessed a svelte body which allowed for her great quickness and agility.  The heroine had gorgeous red hair and a ruddy complexion that made everyone who met her fall in love with her.  She was a go-getter - an older no-nonsense superheroine who was twenty-nine years of age.  Penny had rather smallish breasts, but her breasts could become quite puffy.  Even better, her white-ish areolas could become puffy as well and went very well with her eye-catching and easily-excitable nipples.  The Commissioner had heard that Red Nova was easily enraged and generally acted first and then asked questions later.  Her quick temper and high-energy gave her the correct reputation of being a red nova.

     Red Nova wore bright-red spandex pants and a matching bright-red spandex top.  Embedded in the spandex were hundreds of tiny light-reflecting crystals.  Red Nova was beautiful - the light-reflecting crystals could make the superheroine appear at times as being blindingly beautiful.  The heroine's pants reached to her knees and her top's sleeves reached to her elbows.  Down the sides of her pants and down the sleeves of her top were black lines.  The lines looked like sharp rays of exploding light and made the superheroine look taller and thinner than she really was.

     She wore a mask, ankle boots, and wrist-length gloves.  All were the same bright-red color.  Her shins and calves were bare as were her forearms.  Red Nova wore black socks which reached just above her ankle boots.  Underneath, she wore black silk panties and a black silk camisole.  Around her neck she wore a metallic-red pendant which looked like an exploding star.  The pendant was outlined in black which enhanced the shooting rays of red light emanating from the exploding star.

     Red Nova's powerbelt was also bright-red and outlined in black.  Her superheroine name was spelled-out on her powerbelt.  The 'o' in the word 'Nova' was replaced with the same exploding star icon found on her pendant.  Red Nova used a black ribbon to tie her long red hair in a pony.  As a fitting completion to her overall fiery-red superheroine persona, Red Nova wore a bright-red cape with an inner-lining that was black in color.

     Commissioner Borden was at once taken with the sight of Red Nova.  Based upon her reputation, he wouldn't have minded being dressed-down and questioned by the hot heroine, especially in the close confines of a small interrogation cell.  Without a doubt, her questions would be 'hard' to answer.

     Penny's superheroine partner was Rosy 'Ruby' Nikoden, whose superheroine name was 'Ruby Flame'.  Ruby was also a stunning redhead with shocking red hair and a white complexion.  She stood 5' 6" tall and was just twenty-two years old.  And just like her older superheroine partner, everyone at The AGENCY was in love with Ruby.  She was a ruby-of-a-jewel to be around; her spirit for law and order burned bright.  She was well-named for her superheroine persona as she truly was a ruby flame.  Ruby had huge breasts for her shorter and leaner stature.  And again just like her older superheroine partner, Ruby Flame's awesome nipples would quickly harden and elongate during any fight, providing a devastating defense mechanism when thugs would become distracted by her chest.

     Ruby Flame's superheroine costume was almost identical to her partner's.  Ruby Flame wore the same bright-red spandex as well as the similarly-colored bright-red mask, ankle boots, and wrist-length gloves as Red Nova's.  And just like Red Nova, her shins and calves were bare as were her forearms.  Underneath her sparkling spandex bottom, the heroine wore silky and soft yellow-colored panties.  Ruby wore yellow socks to cushion her feet inside her boots and she wore a yellow sports bra under her top to support her ample breasts.

     Ruby Flame also wore a faux-ruby pendant which matched her faux-ruby encrusted bracelets.  Both her pendant and bracelets were outlined in yellow.  Her powerbelt was bright red and outlined in yellow as well.  On her belt was the word 'Ruby' in black block-letters and underneath it was the word 'Flame'.  The word 'Flame' was in a flame-like cursive writing and was bright-yellow in color.  Down the sides of her pants and down the sleeves of her top were wavy bright-yellow designs which looked like flames.

     To tie her own long red hair in a pony, Ruby Flame used a yellow ribbon.  Completing the superheroine's costume was a bright-red cape with a black inner-lining.

     Together, Red Nova and Ruby Flame were a committed and hard-working superheroine team.  They were a no-nonsense-allowed and take-no-prisoners dynamic duo.  Ruby liked to tease her older teammate often about the size of her own very-ample tits compared to Penny's smallish set.  However, Ruby only teased when the pair was relaxing.  Penny didn't mind - she was very fond of her younger partner.  It was a pleasure to work with a younger superheroine - a superheroine who shared her love of capturing criminals and miscreants.

     Penny was not a lesbian nor in love with Ruby, but she did have a big puppy-love for Ruby's spectacular tits.  There was just something about Ruby's excitable nipples that even made Red Nova look twice and become distracted during fights with cretins at times.  If a woman could have a fetish for another woman's tits, Red Nova definitely had one for Ruby's Seinfeldian real and spectacular breasts.  Simply said, Penny had a crush on Ruby's hushingly large 'puppies'.

     Amazingly, Ruby Flame had the same fetish for Red Nova's smaller but still-shapely titties.  Ruby Flame had always been turned-on by any woman's smallish and pert breasts and Red Nova's tits were no exception.  Ruby Flame did not consider herself a lesbian by any stretch of the imagination; she felt that her fetish for female tits would pass at some point.  So far, her interest in Red Nova's tantalizingly cute breasts and nipples had not caused any trouble professionally.  Ruby even had a strong suspicion that her own breasts were of interest to her older superheroine partner.  Many times she had felt Red Nova's wandering eyes ogling her excited orbs during fights and during the recent colder weather, when her nipples became hardened and extended seductively.

     As much as Commissioner Borden wanted to ogle the two flamingly-hot superheroines in his presence, especially with the pretty pair standing side-by-side in mouth-watering superheroine stances, the Commissioner understood that more pressing things were at hand.  The Commissioner did allow himself one long and lingering second to inhale and lick his lips, only in his mind however, of the seductive scene before him.

     Red Nova and Ruby Flame were standing side-by-side and each was positioned in a sensational superheroine stance.  Boots were spread assuredly.  Legs were spread suggestively.  Camel-toes were outlined erogenously.  Arms were spread powerfully.  Elbows were bent menacingly.  Hands were placed on hips lithely.  Breasts were thrust magnificently.  Nipples were jutting erotically.  Chins were held squarely.  Gazes were staring steadfastly.  Capes were draping flirtingly.  Red hair was falling awesomely.  Penis was erecting quickly.

     Oops, that, ummm, previous body part was on, ahem, the Commissioner.  As it was just mentioned previously, pressing things were at hand.

     It was all the Commissioner could do to stop daydreaming about taking his hands and pressing either Red Nova's or Ruby Flame's soft and naked glorious globes against his hard and naked grand and grateful cock.

     The Commissioner then proceeded to tell the spicy superheroines about the called-in tip over at the old Army base.  It wasn't much, but it was certainly out of the ordinary and it did happen during the late-night or early-morning time on the night of the rape.  It merited investigation to the Commissioner's belief.  It probably wasn't connected to the rape, but it did reek of something.  The good population of Titanville knew to stay away from abandoned and asbestos-contaminated buildings.

     But just as Red Nova and Ruby Flame were about to bound out of the Commissioner's office, he received a telephone call and held his hand up, requesting the anxious superheroines to wait.  He was glad he had held-up his hand.  The call was yet another tip received for the night of the rape.  But the tip was nowhere near the old Army base - this tip was down by some of the loading docks on the harbor.  It seems the watch on a just-docked freighter had viewed a car with its lights off drive slowly up to a warehouse and then drive-away a short time later.

     The Commissioner gave the address of the dock-sighting to Red Nova.  He would let the superheroines adjust their plan of action to the newly-received tip.  In the next second, the fiery-red superheroines were out his door and gone - gone with the throng of anxious and concerned citizens who were also trying to bring a vicious rapist to justice.

     Red Nova and Ruby Flame couldn't get back to The AGENCY fast enough to plan the rest of their morning, afternoon, and night.  Their powercycles powered through the hustling and bustling city streets of Titanville.  The search for the rapist-villain, or possibly the rapist-villains given that two tips were now in hand, was now being undertaken by two of Titanville's finest sets of tits.  Villains and tits.  Tits and Villains.  Titanville.

     For the puffy-breasted Red Nova and the big-breasted Ruby Flame, it was all in a day's work.  They knew they could lick this rapist-villain case, or rapist-villains case, in no time.

     They couldn't have been more wrong in their thoughts.  Well, actually, they had the 'lick' part right.  What Red Nova and Ruby Flame simply couldn't image was any condition or predicament which would force each superheroine to lick the other.

 

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     As happenstance would have it, neither Red Nova nor Ruby Flame needed much time back at The AGENCY.  Their plan was simple.  Red Nova would take a look at the docks location down by the harbor and Ruby Flame would inspect the former AGENCY building out next to the old Army base.  Both superheroines figured they were on wild-goose chases - after all, the tips were just called-in concerns.  The entire population of Titanville was on edge and every little 'bump in the night' was causing alarm.

     "Catch ya later...  Be careful!  Don't be falling-down on the job!" Red Nova called-out to her junior superheroine partner with a smirking smile.

     "You too.  Don't fall into the harbor and get wet!!" Ruby Flame responded to her senior superheroine partner with a flirty glint and with just a tad of emphasis on the words 'get wet'.

     Both superheroines had a nice working rapport - they had been partnered together since Ruby had graduated from the Superheroine Training Academy.  Under their previous subjugation by the villain Jester, and then under their continued subjugation by the villainess Madame Perloine and the villain Professor Pricken, Red Nova and Ruby Flame had experienced quite a bit of hot and heavy lesbianish action between them.  The hot superheroines had been under the influences of Jester's Entrancing Gas and then under the influences of Professor Pricken's hypnocum and hypnospray.

     But they couldn't remember a thing about their intimate and romantic rendezvous.  While the Entrancing Gas, hypnocum, and hypnospray had worked wonders in mesmerizing and controlling the superheroines, the villains' vile chemicals had also blocked each of the heroine's respective brain's capacity to remember.  It was a shame too.  There were a number of naughty retentions that were never secured mentally in either seductive superheroine.

     By the time that Ruby Flame reached the former AGENCY building out by the condemned and closed Army base on the outskirts of Titanville, it was just after 1:00 PM.  The location was a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the majority of Titanville.  The site was like an eerie ghost town.  It was devoid of life, except for the overgrown trees and shrubs that had overtaken the abandoned site.

     The superheroine could have guided her powercycle without trouble through the gaping holes in the perimeter fencing and also through the maze of buildings, but the fiery Ruby Flame had scheduled to meet a representative of the small security force hired to provide protection.  And in no time, the heady heroine had been escorted to the old AGENCY building and escorted specifically to the parking garage where the mystery car had been seen entering.  Ruby Flame thanked the security guard for his attentiveness, and also for being a guide, before being left to her own searching and investigation.

     The parking garage was, like every building it appeared, quiet and empty.  And pretty dark too - the only light in some of the darker corners came from whatever natural light entered.  Ruby Flame was glad it was mid-day; the place looked like it could get pretty spooky at night.  And just like probably every other building, the parking garage showed that certain amount of disrepair and destruction one mind find in an abandoned and deserted structure.

     There was one surprising element to the condition of the structure.

     Ruby Flame expected to see more random graffiti sprayed here and there onto walls and such but there wasn't too much considering the location had been not used in some thirty years.  It appeared that the city-paid security force had done a good job in keeping inquisitive vandals away.

     There wasn't too much to see in the parking garage: no recent car tracks let alone any vehicle to inspect.  If a car had entered the garage, it must have exited via the other entrance-exit and slipped-back silently into the dark night without being seen.  The young superheroine figured that it could have been just a group of teenagers out on a binge or out on a dare to do something spooky.  After walking the location for about twenty minutes, Ruby Flame decided to check-out the old AGENCY building.  She knew all about the newer and current AGENCY building - the shapely siren was anxious to see the structure that former superheroines had used in the past and eager to complete a mental comparison.

     And after searching the first two floors and seeing much of the same - old and rusted heavy metal desks, crumbling ceilings in places, broken windows here and there, and some graffiti on open walls - Ruby Flame figured the last two floors would not provide any clues at all.  The searching superheroine found no evidence whatsoever that a person could have been using the deteriorating building as a hideout.

     Sure enough, even on the third and fourth floors, everything was like the first two floors.  Ceiling tiles, floor tiles, and even walls were crumbling and showing the dilapidated age of the building.  Rain-water had entered in places and was contributing to the overall decay of the once-strong and once-important structure.  Ruby Flame pressed-on and climbed the stairs that led to the roof.  Once on the roof, the spritely superheroine had a nice view of the surrounding parcel that was the former base.  In the distance, she could see the skyline of Titanville about twenty miles away.

     But as she stood and gazed around at Titanville in the distance and at the more local ghost town that was the old AGENCY building and the former Army base, Ruby Flame smelled something.  Onions!  Ruby swore she could smell sautéing onions.

     Sure enough, as the now-sniffing superheroine followed her nose, she traced the aroma to a small vent on the roof-top.  It wasn't much, but the smell of cooking onions was definitely there.  Somewhere inside the building, someone was or had been just cooking onions, perhaps as part of their lunch.

     The now more-spritely superheroine returned to the lower flowers in search of the source of the unmistakable scent.  It was difficult.  There were so many old ventilation ducts that it was hard to figure where each started or ended.  The endless runs of ducts was like the maze of broken asphalt and broken fences on the way in just to reach the former AGENCY building.  But then on the first floor, Ruby Flame knew she was close.  In a back room, the superheroine smelled the same tempting odor of onions cooking again.  Her quick investigation found an old vent-pipe running-up from the floor to the ceiling - and the pipe had a few pinprick-sized holes in it due to its age.  The scent of sautéing onions was undeniable.

     But when Ruby Flame turned and took her next step, the floor opened-up and swallowed the very-much surprised superheroine.

     Down and down the tumbling and fumbling superheroine went - this larger vent-shaft seemed never ending.  Ruby Flame could do nothing to slow or stop her downward momentum.  She figured that she had dropped the distance of two floors but she still kept spiraling down.  Three floors it seemed.  The struggling superheroine kept sliding down the slick shaft.  Four floors.  But then her speed slowed, like she was now on an incline - an incline meant to slow the rate of her fall.

     And then Ruby Flame's downward plunge was over - her flailing body shot-out of the now-horizontal vent-shaft and quickly landed in a heavily-padded container in an abrupt flop.  But before the stopped and startled superheroine could comprehend her new predicament and position, the cover to the rectangular container promptly closed and latched, trapping the wriggling and writhing Ruby Flame in a five-foot wide by eight-foot long by four-foot tall padded cell.

     The chloroform-gas was equally prompt.

     From ten spray nozzles, two each on the five-foot sides and three each on the eight-foot sides, the sound and smell of hissing chloroform-gas was unmistakable.  And the sound and smell of hissing chloroform-gas was unavoidable.  Whereas Ruby Flame had just seconds before been a standing-tall and searching-earnestly superheroine, the wriggling and writhing heroine was now on her back in a small rectangular cell and being assailed by chloroform.  She was like a helpless roach trapped in a restless roach-motel.

     And the chloroform-gas was powerful.

     The gallant Ruby Flame lost count of the seconds that she held her breath.  She also lost count of the noble punches she threw at the sides of her immobilizing container.  And, the lovely and luscious red-headed heroine lost count of the strong kicks she used to try and break the top of her strong and pernicious prison.  Finally, the wonderful warrior lost something else.  Ruby Flame lost consciousness.  The chloroform-gas was just too wicked and just too widespread - there was no escaping it.

     Ruby's eyes fluttered and half-closed.  They showed-forth with that automatic starry-gaze and that steady-glare that indicated that the girl's fight to stay awake was knowingly fruitless.  And there was another automatic reaction in Ruby Flame's chloroform-blasted body: her vagina began to wetten.  The sweet and sickly odor of chloroform always brought the haughty heroine's pussy to moisture.  The fiery flirt couldn't help it - the smell of chloroform was like a strong aphrodisiac to the fetching and feisty but now-flopping red-fox.  The fiery-red costumed cutie then collapsed and drifted towards the blackness which matched the blackness of her enclosed and encapsulating landing-box.

     As she drifted into unconsciousness, Ruby remembered telling Red Nova, her superheroine partner, 'Don't fall into the harbor and get wet!' when they were parting back at The AGENCY.  How ironic it was that it was Ruby Flame herself who had fallen and become wet!

     The ravishing redhead's eyes fluttered once or twice more but then closed fully.  To go along with Ruby Flame's closing eyes, and her now-dripping pussy, was a very helpless and most mournful, as well as a very erotic, long and loud succumbing moan.

 

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     When she finally awoke some time later, Ruby Flame looked-up to see what appeared to be a tall cement ceiling above her.  She glanced around and took-in the fact that the ceiling, walls, and floor of the room in which she was now located all appeared to be made of cement.  Strong-looking cement at that.  The steamy superheroine also took-in her new and current position.

     Ruby Flame was now being held aloft in a prone and spread-eagled position.  Her spread wrists and spread ankles were being held aloft by seemingly very-strong wires.  Thankfully, most of her weight was being supported by the small round wooden stool which her sleek ass now rested upon.

     That was the bad news.

     The good news was that Ruby Flame was still dressed in her full and fiery-red superheroine costume.  And, the heroine was still wearing her brilliant powerbelt.  And for that matter, although she didn't know how long she had been out, Ruby felt refreshed and ready to go.  But quickly enough, the superheroine soon realized that she wasn't going anywhere.  Even with her powerbelt still strapped around her winsome waist, Ruby was powerless to lower or lift her wrists or ankles.  The thick wires holding her must be impressively strong, or the counterweights being used to immobilize her body were impressively heavy, the heady superheroine thought.  Or probably both, impressively strong wires and impressively heavy counterweights, the heroine then correctly surmised.

     Ruby then realized that being out of the chloroform box was a good thing.  But then she countered that initial joy with the bad news that she was now being held in a strict and binding, and also quite seductive and spread-eagled, posed and prone position.

     There was now more bad news on the doorstep - someone was entering the room in which she was hanging horizontally.  And hanging defenseless and powerless.  Ruby could hear footsteps approaching and then they stopped.  At least she wasn't exposed.

     "Nice of you to drop-in." was the simple yet accurate greeting that Ruby Flame received from the voice of the figure now standing over her - Ruby thought 'figure' because it was difficult to determine just who or what was standing next to her.

     The figure was wearing a dark silver-ish and metallic-looking mask.  The mask covered the figure's full face.  And the figure spoke with a deep and resonating synthesized male-sounding voice.  And although some might think the figure's greeting was funny in a pun-ish sort of way, it was easy to tell that the figure was not in a humorous mood.  And there were three reasons why Ruby knew that the robo-man standing close to her was not in a humorous nor happy mood.

     First, in addition to its metal face, the robo-man had metal-like hands and was holding a definitely metallic-looking sharp knife.  Second, the robo-man had unveiled its very metallic-looking and very menacing-looking cock.  The man's penis was huge but wasn't as sharp-looking as the knife in the man's metal hands.  Still, the overall look of the faux-cock was as direful as the overall look of the knife.  The superheroine got 'the point' - she was now in real danger.  And third, the robo-man had a cold and calculating stare.

     Ruby Flame didn't have much time to dwell on either three of the facts that had just been presented to her in very close proximity.  Without hesitation, the metallic-man proceeded to slip the knife under the spandex bottom on her right leg and then moved the knife all the way up to her right hip, slicing not only the spandex bottom but also her yellow and silky panties.  And then the metallic-man proceeded to slip the knife under the spandex bottom on her left leg and then brought the knife all the way up to her left hip, slicing not only the spandex bottom but also her yellow and silky panties again.

     Without any support, Ruby's sliced-in-two spandex bottom and sliced-in-two silky panties fell from her body and landed on the ground.

     The robo-man now continued the knife-work on the buxom beauty's spandex top and yellow sports bra.  Riiiiiiiip.  Riiiiiiiip.  Those where the two sounds that the superheroine then heard as the right side of her top and bra were sliced and then the left side of her top and bra were sliced through.  The robotic fiend then clutched the ceiling-facing garment pieces and tossed them off of Ruby's secured abdomen.  The ground-facing newly-sliced pieces of her spandex top and bra had already fallen harmlessly to the ground.

     So much for not being exposed.

     Ruby Flame's monstrous and magnific breasts and nipples were now slicingly and dicingly revealed and exposed.  The girl's pronounced and perfect pussy was now equally exposed.  Furthermore, not only were the red-fox's precious and prurient feminine sex-organs now uncovered, but the red-fox's fabulous and fleshly feminine sex-organs were now unprotected.

     There was now even less hesitation from the robo-man.

     "I am going to fuck you now." was the next statement that Ruby heard.

     The synthetic-sounding male voice was simple.  The synthetic-sounding male voice was casual.  The synthetic-sounding male voice was heartless.

     The robo-man walked in between Ruby's spread and aloft legs and centered-on the superheroine's still-moistured-from the-chloroform pussy.  The robo-cock of the robo-man looked like an ardent divining rod that had just found water - that is, it looked like it had just found the moisture from the heroine's heightened and dewy love-box.  The metallic-looking cock, which then proceeded to fuck the superheroine Ruby Flame, was not simple, casual, nor heartless.  It was, however, very real.  The robo-man plunged the robo-cock deeply into Ruby.

     The superheroine could only gasp and moan erotically as the metallic beast invaded and impaled itself in her helpless hot-box.

     The rape of Ruby Flame was at once raw and raunchy.  RoboCock had its way with her.  Ruby's sweet body could only lurch and lunge with each deep and delving thrust of the metal manhood into her pummeled pelvis.  RoboCock's robo-cock was huge, hard, and heartless.  It tore away and dismantled the superheroine's resolve for endless minutes.  Ruby couldn't remember ever having such a machine-like and devastatingly arousive cock in her cunt.  As she moaned with louder and louder impassioned wails from the fucking, her pussy oozed and oozed passion juices from the fucking as well.

     "That's it.  Take your fucking.  Take your fucking like a good superheroine." was the emotionless and heartless statement that the raping robo-beast spoke in that insanely synthesized robotic and incorrigibly male-sounding voice.

     RoboCock was a monster.  It was a monster that possessed a monster robo-cock from hell.

     Due to her heated state and also due to RoboCock's words, Ruby Flame missed the two suction cups attached to two plastic tubes descending from the ceiling on their own strong wires.  However, the superheroine didn't miss the feeling of them latching onto her aroused areolas and nugget-like nipples.  When they started sucking her nipples with satanically-strong forces, the besieged red-haired beauty could do nothing but cum.  Ruby's body bucked and bounced in its aloft position.  The girl's wails weren't quite screams but they were pretty close.  Due to the mechanized sucking, Ruby Flame's nipples were now half-an-inch in diameter and one-inch in length.  One could have hung a coat on her aroused and extended nipples.

     And now RoboCock and its robo-cock turned direfully sinister.

     With her conquering climax, Ruby Flame's powerbelt was now useless.  Two types of heatedly aroused hormones produced by her own body before, during, and after her strong sexual release had combined to disable and then destroy the adrenaline hormones powering her powerbelt.  The heroine's strength was now like that of a maligned mouse.  Ruby Flame had orgasmed while wearing her powerbelt - it was the number one thing that a superheroine couldn't afford to do while she herself was being 'done'.

     RoboCock was now going to make the powerbelt permanently useless.

     With the touch of a button on the right metal wrist-pad, RoboCock's revolting robo-cock now began secreting a chemical compound into the superheroine's palpitating pussy as it poked and prodded the climaxed cunt of the hottie.  It didn't take long for the heroine to know that something had changed, and had changed painfully and direfully.

     The first sign was the smoke that began to emanate from Ruby's powerbelt.  The next sign was the stench of burning components.  The third sign was the new wails that the superheroine cried as the burning belt began melting around her waistline.  The burning was searing and painful.  For a second, Ruby thought she saw some flames shooting-up from her disintegrating power-giver.  The next sign was the heroine's constant convulsing as her pelvis was rocked by her non-performing and malfunctioning powerbelt.

     "IT BURNS!!!  IT BURNS!!!!!" Ruby wailed in complete agony.  "GET IT OFF ME!!!!!!!"

     Ruby Flame sounded like Regan in the movie "The Exorcist".  Instead of being assaulted by Holy Water, the superheroine was being attacked by a hot waistline.  In reality, Ruby was being attacked by a super-heating powerbelt around her waist.

     On and on, RoboCock kept fucking the heroine's body with its robo-cock and released more and more of its malefic mixture into her vacillating vagina.

     Not only did the good doctor Dr. Sam Zordenson know what made a powerbelt work, the bad doctor RoboCock knew what made a powerbelt not work.  RoboCock knew that the hormone known as oxytocin, and also a set of hormones called endorphins, wreaked havoc together on the adrenaline hormone.  The adrenaline hormone is the backbone behind the power of any superheroine's powerbelt.  The bad doctor also knew that oxytocin is released during and after sexual arousal and that endorphins increase when production is stimulated by orgasm.  Ruby Flame had just orgasmed.  Her powerbelt was now ripe for the taking.  The belt had just been reduced to near non-functioning due to the superheroine's own oxytocin and endorphins having joined forces against the adrenaline powering her belt.

     All that RoboCock did was now induce a knock-out blow to Ruby Flame's powerbelt by the addition of synthetic oxytocin and endorphins to the superheroine's body.  The fiend's metallic-cock could do many things.  It could fuck - it could dismantle - it could control - it could secrete synthetic oxytocin and endorphins.  It was simply a fiend's fiendish cock.

     Ruby Flame's powerbelt couldn't handle the in-rushing load of new and additional synthetic oxytocin and endorphins introduced by the raping robo-cock.  It was like pouring water onto a computer's motherboard.  Short-circuit city.  The powerful powerbelt was powerful no more.  It burned-up.  The smoke, the burning stench, the melting, the flames, and the enormous heat and pain - all were visible signs of the destruction of the heroine's powerbelt.

     Simply said, Ruby Flame's powerbelt became a 'powermelt'.

     Just as Ruby thought she was going to slip into unconsciousness from the pain, her powerbelt's internal protection system kicked-in.  The belt's BIOS knew that it was past its working parameters and was now hurting its wearer.  The powerbelt now shattered itself and exploded off of Ruby's waistline in a small self-destructive way.

     RoboCock knew that there was a serious of buttons on the underside of every superheroine's powerbelt in which a universal and secret code could be entered and thus unlatch and remove a belt from around any heroine's waist.  RoboCock preferred the more fun and explosive way.  That is, RoboCock preferred the more heinous and more hormonic way.

     For Ruby Flame, her humbling was complete and final.  She had climaxed and now her proud powerbelt had been made to explode from her body.  Her formerly powerful powerbelt now lay in ruins on the floor - a burning heap of trash.  Ruby was helpless and utterly powerless.  She was finished.

     For RoboCock, the humbling of the superheroine was not complete nor final.  She had climaxed and now her proud powerbelt had been made to explode from her body.  She was helpless and utterly powerless.  The belt was now a decimated clump of flesh-strengthening nothing.  But the fiend was far from being finished.

     RoboCock wanted the superheroine to become a decimated clump of flesh-destrengthened nothing.

 

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     Just when Ruby thought it couldn't get any worse, it did.

     Before she knew what was happening, Ruby felt like she was being raised.  She was.  Her wrists had been brought together and her ankles had been brought together too.  As her entire straightened body was made a little tauter, Ruby Flame was indeed raised-up further from the floor.  Although her body sagged slightly in the middle, the superheroine felt no pain from having her body manhandled.  And then RoboCocks's ingenious system of wires and pulleys turned the heroine's body over in mid-air.  Before she knew what was then happening, Ruby was dropping face-down and back into position.

     And then once back in position with her pelvic-front now resting on the small stool, the heroine's wrists and ankles were re-spread back into an enticing and erotic spread-eagled position.  About the only difference was that Ruby now could gaze-down to the floor instead of gaze-up to the ceiling.  Another difference was that her gigantic tits now hung-down to the ground instead of pointing-up towards the ceiling.

     Oh, there was one more difference.  Ruby's exposed ass was now raised-up and resting in an unfashionable and unprotected manner.

     Instead of attaching sucking-hoses to the girl's thick and aroused nipples, RoboCock now attached some penny-weights to Ruby's dangling and distended protrusions.  The superheroine was once-again introduced to the pain of having her tits and nipples stretched.  But now they were being stretched and elongated by the force of gravity.  The 'gravity' of the situation of having her tender tits and naughty nipples now being pulled downward in a corrupting and carnal style was not lost on the ravishing redhead.

     What was lost on the beleaguered beauty was the fact that her ripe ass was about to be robo-fucked.

     Ruby Flame never saw it coming.  She couldn't.  She was looking down and looking forward.  She never saw RoboCock step behind her butt and between her legs and raise the enlarged robo-dick to her ass cheeks.

     But Ruby Flame did feel it coming.  She felt RoboCock's metal hands grasp her hips for leverage and then she felt the tip of RoboCock's metallic robo-cock enter her anus.  And now the superheroine made her body self-taut.  Her awareness was instantaneous and horrific.  The fiery red-haired heroine goddess was about to be ass-fucked.  Her body straightened-up in immediate anxiety.

     The superheroine known as 'Ruby Flame' loved to be fucked in the ass.  She tried to keep it a secret.  Patty and Nancy, the two who had witnessed Ruby's climatic performance on "Jester's Jaunt" under the Climaxing Carousel at Titanville Amusement Park, and were now members of the AGENCY's "Sierra Alpha" team, certainly knew of Ruby's delight in being invaded and fucked in her particularly robust rump.  Patty and Nancy had heard Ruby's impassioned plea 'Fuck my ass!' over and over as the girl had rotated on one of Jester's wooden horses.

     This time was different.

     Ruby wanted no part in having her awesome ass plucked and prodded by the metallic and machine-like prick belonging to the metal-man.  All of a sudden, heinous visions of her beautiful body being ass-raped by the Tin Man from "The Wizard of Oz" entered Ruby's mind.  She tried to struggle but it was useless.  In her face-down position, she felt even more secured than before.

     "Please, I beg you.  Not there!  Not there!!  That's my ass.  Anywhere but there!!!  I'll suck you off with my mouth!!!  You can put it back in my cunt if you want.  Just don't put that thing in my ass!  Not in my ass!!  I'm begging!!  Please!!!  No!!!  Not in my ass!!!!  NOT IN MY ASS!!!!!"

     RoboCock was unconcerned and unhearing.  The robo-prick was plunged into and started pumping the heroine's petrified ass.

     "AAHHHHH!  NOOOTTTT THEEEEEEREEEEEEEE!!  PLEASE, NUH, NUH, NUH, NUUUUH, NOT THUH, THUH, THEEERRREEE!!!!  MY ASS!!!!!  MY AHHHHHHSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" was Ruby Flame's hysterically loud plea.

     But the plea was ignored with glee.  If anything, RoboCock pumped harder.

     The fiend knew what it was doing.  And the fiend had left a little more room for torture's sake.  That is, RoboCock had kept the superheroine's legs not as wide-open as they could be.  That changed in the next second.  RoboCock pressed and held a button on the area on its right metal wrist and the winching system controlling the thick wires holding the superheroine's ankles engaged.  Ruby Flame's already spread legs were spread wider.  They were spread wider by just a smidgeon but they were definitely spread wider.  RoboCock's ass-raping robo-cock gained even more of a cock-hold as it moved even deeper into Ruby's inflamed ass.  To her utter horror, Ruby could only feel her rapist's rapier rod advancing even further into her ravished rear.

     Somehow, someway, the heroine's ass was filled to the hilt.  It didn't help that the ass-raping robo-beast now grasped her hair and pulled it back - pulled her head and hair back like the fiend was holding the reigns of a bucking bronco.  The rapist began working its hips in hypnotizing and increasing ardency and speed.  The superheroine's ass began taking a pounding like it was a punching bag.

     And now Ruby began singing a new tune.  A new gravity of a situation had befallen her - she was being savagely ass-raped.  And she liked it.

     Ruby Flame loved it.

     "Oh, that's it, fuck it!  Fuck my ass!  Fuck my ass with that metal and meaty cock of yours!!  Don't stop fucking me.  Oooh it feels so fucking good.  Please don't stop fucking my ass." the besieged Ruby Flame pleaded.

     This time, the plea was accepted with glee.  RoboCock began fucking Ruby Flame's ass with twice the ardency and twice the speed.

     "Fuck my ass!  Fuck my ass!  Fuck my ass!  Fuck my ass!  FUCK my ass!!  FUCK my ass!!  FUCK my ass!!  FUCK my ass!!  FUCK MY ASS!!!  FUCK MY ASS!!!  FUCK MY ASS!!!  FUCK MY ASS!!!" was all Ruby Flame could say over and over and over and over and louder and louder and louder and louder.

     Like mentioned earlier, Ruby Flame loved to be fucked in the ass.  Sometimes, just sometimes, she needed some 'gentle' persuasion.

     The continued ass-raping of Ruby Flame continued and continued.  It was endless.  The superheroine had stopped her screaming and was just grunting with loud and morbid-sounding groans and moans.  Her whole body jiggled and wiggled in a surreal and in an erotic 'my-ass-is-being-fucked' mindless escape.

     "That's it.  That's a good girl.  Take your ass-fucking.  Take your ass-fucking like the good superheroine that you are." was the emotionless and heartless statement that the ass-raping robo-beast spoke in that synthesized and robotic male-sounding voice.

     The metal rod thrusting-into and demolishing her ass felt like a metal two-by-four breaking her in two.  The helpless heroine knew she wouldn't come apart but she knew she was being broken.  And then when she started thinking that she would not 'cum' apart, Ruby Flame could only begin thinking about cumming.  Her full and froth-inducing next orgasm was cumming, and cumming closer and closer, with every second and with every deep thrust into her aching anal cavity.  She was so wet that the superheroine figured her pussy had gushed a gallon of goo.

     RoboCock sensed it too and now pressed and held a button on the area on its left metal wrist and yet another torturous system engaged.  Three round-shaped holes imbedded into the floor in the shape of an isosceles triangle opened beneath the spastic and spasming superheroine.  And then three spray nodules, each trailing a high-pressure plastic tube, rose from their respective silos on three separate hydraulic poles.  Each nodule then began spraying-forth heavenly and highly-heated compressed air.

     Two of the spraying nodules, the ones attached to the poles that had risen from the two holes that formed the base of the triangle, were moving-around and molesting Ruby Flame's dangling breasts.  The hot and compressed air teased and tortured the superheroine's engorged tits and hideously-elongated nipples.  The third spray nodule, the one attached to the pole that had risen from the hole that formed the point of the triangle, was surveying and spraying the heroine's primed pussy.  The hot and random blasts also danced and dovetailed around Ruby's wickedly budded and hard clitoris.

     And then there was the shortest and most succulent of pauses as the mind of the worked-on and worked-over Ruby Flame came to a most climatic and crushing conclusion.  The superheroine's brain came to the conclusion that she was about to have one of the strongest and most powerful orgasms of her young life.  Powerful, and her powerbelt lay destroyed below her twitching body.

     The secured superheroine didn't know whether to scream, cream, or something in between.

     And then the short pause was over and the superheroine came.  Ruby Flame came wonderfully and woefully.  Wonderful because of the tremendous feeling of her toes curling in her boots and also because of the intense mind-freeing aspect of her orgasm.  And woeful because it also broke and tamed the heroine.  As Ruby Flame's body fanned the flames of her heated and heavenly ultra-orgasm, the heroic heroine lapsed almost into unconsciousness.  The metallic and robotic cock in her ass had pretty-much polished her off and finished her off as well.  The hot and moist compressed air 'licking' her titties, cunt, and clit received dutifully-noted honorable mention in the succumbed girl's mental log-book.

     All that remained of Ruby Flame was an ass-raped carcass swaying ever so slightly and convulsing ever so lightly in her assailed and aloft position.  The heroine's head hung-down in closed-eyed and unseeing surrender to the absolute fucking, both pussy-fucking and ass-fucking, of her formerly radiant and formerly red-costume-clad body.

     But as she swayed, Ruby Flame was also still making very soft and very short erotic moans.

     RoboCock heard the heroine's humbled haunts and knew the work was not yet done.

     The fiend approached the oral cavity that had not yet been invaded - the cryptic creep stepped-up to Ruby Flame's downcast head.  And by grasping the girl's red hair with its left wrist, RoboCock was able to lift-up and hold the superheroine's head in a tight grip.  The robo-beast then pointed its robo-cock into Ruby's moaning face.  The heroine's empty mouth was slightly agape.  But her mouth was only empty for another second or two.

     For five full minutes, RoboCock mouth-fucked the almost-unconscious and practically-unknowing superheroine.  Besides the slick sounds of a metallic piece of man-meat working the muffled girl's mouth, the only things heard were Ruby Flame's soft whimpers and manifestations.  The taken-down temptress could only take-in and taste the tin-like tube torqueing into and out of her mouth.  The tangy taste of synthetic oxytocins and endorphins filled her mouth as the metallic meat stretched her lips into one giant 'O'-shaped moaning mouth.  Finally the robo-beast extracted its mouth-raping robo-cock and then pressed a button on its left wrist-pad with a finger from its right hand.

     In the next second, the bewitching and betwitching red-haired beauty that was the superheroine Ruby Flame was finally polished-off and finished-off as well.

     The spraying cock-out gas was the final measure.  It was the same chemical formula as that of knock-out gas, but because it was delivered by RoboCock's own robo-cock, the bad doctor called it 'cock-out' gas.  The gas was quick-working and capitulatingly-strong - Ruby Flame was out in mere seconds.

     The white-ish gas was similar in color to white-ish cum but different in its consistency.  It was a gas and not a liquid.  But RoboCock's metallic robo-cock looked just as erotic and just as carnal as it sprayed its supply of cock-out gas, much like a real cock would ejaculate cum, into Ruby Flame's fabulous face.

     The cock-out gas sprayed for quite a few seconds and RoboCock was able to move the superheroine's head around a bit - the now fully unconscious Ruby Flame received quite a face-bath - a bath of cum-like cock-out gas that sprayed into and coated her unconscious and cute face.

     "That's it...  That's it...  Take my cumming cock-out gas...  Take my cumming cock-out gas like the totally-fucked superheroine slut that you are." RoboCock said.

     It was the last emotionless and heartless statement that the pussy-raping, ass-raping, and mouth-raping robo-beast spoke.

     Too bad that Ruby Flame never heard it.

     The superheroine's cock-out gassing was complete.  As the facial fiend released her hair, Ruby's fabulous face slumped and slumbered as the girl's head drooped unseeingly towards the floor.  Her naked tits and nipples dangled and swayed erotically in the air - her red-marked ass was raised-up and matched the shade of her gorgeous red hair - her pussy dripped delicious dribs and drabs of feminine cum and vaginal secretions. 

 

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     RoboCock quickly recalled the general actions which AGENCY superheroines usually followed.  If and where there is one snooping superheroine, there is usually a second one that is snooping not too far behind, especially if the superheroines are paired and part of a team.

     The metallic-cocked fiend performed a quick systems check to make sure all sensors and cameras were operating as they should.  This first superheroine had surprised the bad doctor right before the prepared lunch of a perfectly cooked cheesesteak with grilled peppers and sautéed onions.  The fiend would not be surprised again so soon.  All traps and gaseous enclosures were then checked for operating efficiency, just like all the sensors and cameras had been.

     The ready-to-pounce 'cat', bad doctor RoboCock, then waited for the next all-too-curious 'mouse', perhaps the superheroine partner of the just cocked-out red-haired heroine or perhaps just another AGENCY superheroine, to arrive on the doorstep...

 

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End of Episode 027

"The Disgraced AGENCY Scientist, Dr. Sam Zordenson, a.k.a. RoboCock"

(Part 1)

by

Titanville

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This story will continue in my next episode: Episode 028

"The Disgraced AGENCY Scientist, Dr. Sam Zordenson, a.k.a. RoboCock"

(Part 2)

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