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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
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episodes. Thus, it is recommended that
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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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Episode
027
"The
Disgraced AGENCY Scientist, Dr. Sam Zordenson, a.k.a. RoboCock"
(Part
1)
by
Titanville
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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'.
*
* * * * * *
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.
*
* * * * * *
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.
*
* * * * * *
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.
*
* * * * * *
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.
*
* * * * * *
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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