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DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE

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IF READING SEXUALLY-EXPLICIT MATERIAL AT YOUR CURRENT AGE

IS ILLEGAL IN YOUR GOVERNED LOCATION

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

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

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

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

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

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

Note ~ This story will continue in a future episode.

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

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

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

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

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

Episodes 027 ~ 028: "The Disgraced AGENCY Scientist, Dr. Sam Zordenson, a.k.a. RoboCock" (Parts 1 and 2/Conclusion)

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

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

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

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~ Episode 028 ~

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

(Part 2/Conclusion)

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Red Nova finally arrived at the dock address indicated in the phoned-in tip. The afternoon was quiet down by the docks and the superheroine easily parked her powercycle behind some containers adjacent to the suspected warehouse. A few nights had passed since the freighter had docked and its roving watch had seen the headlight-less car drive-up to and park next to the building. The freighter was long gone - it had been quickly unloaded and reloaded with new cargo and was once again back out in the shipping lanes.

The saucy red-costumed superheroine was not like the headlight-less car that had cryptically arrived at the dockside warehouse a few nights previous - Red Nova's nipples were enlarged and protruding erotically, like puffy prisms, through her silky costume. The late-fall afternoon breeze had settled-in quite strongly as the off-shore wind had brought the resulting chill to the brisk air. The snoopy and aroused superheroine's headlights were definitely 'on'. Too bad there were no workers around to enjoy the sexy scene of the frisky and racy Red Nova dismounting from her powercycle and poking around the immediate exterior of the warehouse for clues.

If some longshoremen had been around, then they would have certainly been 'longer' longshoremen due to their libidinous witness. Red Nova's puffy and protruding areolas and nipples had a way of definitely stoking and provoking an immediate response in one's male 'longshoreman'.

Wanting to scope-out the inside of the warehouse more so than the exterior, and also to get out of the cold and enveloping wind, Red Nova quickly opened a door by gently putting force on the door's frame while also putting a squeezing force on the door itself. Once inside, the hot hottie let her eyes adjust to the darkness as she began to saunter around the dusty and musty warehouse.

There wasn't much to see at first. The superheroine's inspection revealed a mostly-empty warehouse. The building was empty of material and more importantly, empty of any ne'er-do-wells.

But one area on the far-side of the space revealed some items of highly questionable motive. Grouped relatively close together in the open floor-area next to a small office was a collection of four long wooden crates and an equal number of gas masks. Closer inspection revealed some unused white handkerchiefs stacked neatly in one of the crates as well as an unused bag of plastic zip-ties. With the ample size of the wooden crates and the associated white cloths and ties, it was easy to determine what was going-on: the warehouse was obviously the base of operations for some sort of white-slavery ring.

All that was missing were the brown chloroform bottles. That, or the sinister gas canisters which would be at the other end of the gas masks keeping the bagged beauties or carnal cargo secured and sequestered.

The items sent a shiver down Red Nova's spine. She thought for a moment as if to try and recollect if there was an open AGENCY case for any type of known sex-trade happenings in the city. She couldn't think of any. Perhaps she had just stumbled upon an organized and secret location for some non-local group using Titanville as a way-point or staging area for their sinister sex-slave-for-profit shenanigans.

The thought of being secured with the plastic zip-ties and kept chloroformed by the gas masks while lying topless, or worse, in any one of the wooden crates sent another shiver down the shapely superheroine's spine. This was her first time coming face-to-face with anything providing evidence of such vile and of such vulgar operations happening right there in the confines of Titanville. She had always read of suspected sinful and seedy operators elsewhere in the world, but those places were purported to be so distant and so remote from Titanville.

As much as the crates, cloths, and masks presented evidence of an 'eye-closing' experience on the dubious docks of the city, the same items were extremely eye-opening for Red Nova. She was eager to mention her foreboding find to AGENCY management.

A quick search of the rest of the area and of the small office resulted in no additional clues being found. No names, phone numbers, schedules, or the like presented itself to the snooping sex-pot. Red Nova breathed easier once she was out of the warehouse and back into the windy and brisk outdoors. It was then that the slinky and spicy superheroine received a bonus thrill. The cool air penetrated her red-spandex costume and brought-out a body-shaking treat as the coolness found her excited sex.

When the thoughts of being imprisoned in the wooden crate and being held captive by chloroform had previously sent a shiver down her spine, Red Nova had not figured that the same visions would make her pussy also tingle and become wet with arousal. The breath of fresh and cool air on her cunt was quite a pick-me-up for the sultry superheroine. She had no idea just how aroused she had become once finding the cache of white-slavery components inside the black-hearted building.

It was at that moment that Red Nova then recalled Ruby Flame confiding to her weeks earlier that the smell of chloroform was like an aphrodisiac to the younger heroine and that it made her vagina become wet and dripping. And now it seemed that just the thought of being chloroformed and held captive against her will was a definite aphrodisiac for Red Nova herself.

And when the additional thought and vision of seeing her radiant partner Ruby Flame secured and unconscious in her own wooden crate with a chloroform mask covering her nose and mouth crossed her mind, Red Nova began breathing and gasping in short and excited breaths. The superheroine knew it was time to move along quickly and get away from the woeful erotic vision-inducing warehouse.

But Red Nova couldn't get the vision of a topless and succumbed Ruby Flame lying prone in a wooden crate out of her mind. Red Nova closed her eyes and tried to not think of Ruby's popping tasty tits and pointing naughty nipples. Her junior partner definitely had a riveting rack.

It felt good to be back on her powercycle - the power of the vibrating machine throttled-back Red Nova's erotic and most-wishful daydreams of delving into her superheroine partner's daunting delights - the daunting delights that were Ruby Flame's awesome and alluring titties. Some people have visions of sugar-plums this time of year - some people have visions of sugar-tits this time of year.

Red Nova attempted to reach her superheroine partner on her AGENCY-provided Tactical Communicator [TACCOM] but there was no answer. The red-haired resplendent superheroine then contacted The AGENCY and requested a Tactical Ping [TACPING] for a location-hit on Ruby Flame's powercycle. At least Red Nova would be able to know if Ruby Flame's cycle was still located close to the former AGENCY building.

But the dispatcher at The AGENCY was not able to even get a ping response from Ruby Flame's powercycle.

No answer on the TACCOM and no response to the TACPING. What had started as a calm ride back to The AGENCY soon turned into an anxious and agonizing ride which forced Red Nova to change her plan.

Instead of heading for the newer AGENCY building, Red Nova was now anxious to get to the former AGENCY building and meet-up with Ruby Flame out by the dilapidated Army base. Ruby was not answering her TACCOM nor was her powercycle responding to any AGENCY TACPING. It was like her cycle was no longer in the confines of the greater Titanville metropolis boundary.

Not having Ruby answer her TACCOM was really nothing new. But having the bosomy superheroine's powercycle suddenly go missing and untraceable was downright worrisome. Red Nova sped along as fast as the speed limit would allow on her way to the old AGENCY location. The concerned superheroine would have to put her anxiousness for crates, white cloths, and gas masks on the back-burner. As the chilling, for more than one reason, docks of the Titanville harbor receded in her powercycle's mirror, Red Nova's focus became locating her tempting-titty teammate and ensure the cute and ravishing redhead was safe.

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A half-hour later, Red Nova was once again dismounted from her powercycle and searching a nearly empty building. This time the location was the former four-story AGENCY building and not the one-floor warehouse down by the harbor.

As expected, Ruby Flame's powercycle was nowhere to be found. And, for that matter, Ruby Flame was nowhere to be found either. It was like the earth had swallowed-up the blithesome and busty beauty. But Red Nova pressed-on in her search for her full-of-pep and perky partner. As she thought about her bouncy and bustling partner, visions of how Ruby's perky and pert tits might look on the younger heroine's prone body, especially prone and silent body resting in an opened wooden crate, began to pop into her head.

The empty wooden crates back at the warehouse had left quite an impression on the no-nonsense Red Nova.

As quickly as the older and smaller-titted superheroine had cleared the parking garage, Red Nova found herself inside the former AGENCY headquarters. The building was much like the garage: old, unused, and showing signs of decay. The first floor was a sad sight - old rusting desks - crumbling ceilings in places - broken window glass. The superheroine found nothing of interest and found a back staircase and decided to move-on to the second floor.

But when Red Nova passed a large room on her way to the rear staircase, something about the room made her stop and enter.

The room was full of rather new-looking fiber cable. Much of the cable was still on spools and unopened. In fact, much of the floor of the room was full of various cables and sundry network equipment. Still, it was the new and still-cellophane-wrapped spools of fiber which confounded the effervescent and enterprising superheroine. Perhaps the wooden crates, white handkerchiefs, and sinister-looking gas masks back at the warehouse were not the scoop of the day. Just perhaps, perhaps, the finding of these brand-new and unused spools of modern fiber cable were the find of the day.

Who could possibly be using or installing this obviously new fiber-optic cable in such an old and unused building?

Before Red Nova could answer her own question, the snooping and stirring superheroine was herself scooped-up in a large black net that seemingly arose from the cluttered material resting on the floor of the room. In a matter of seconds, the chipper superheroine found herself encased in a black nylon net made of thick and unforgiving weaves. Red Nova was swinging about two to three feet off the ground and was having trouble removing herself from her instantly confining and internal net-snare.

It seemed that one superheroine named 'Red Nova' had swiftly become the scoop of the day.

The curvy superheroine felt like a bug caught in a web - the web of a cleverly-concealed inner-net. That is, a net concealed and hidden in an inside room. An 'inner-net', if you will.

Red Nova had to give kudos to the snare's designer. It was impossible to tell that within all the clump of various cables, wires, and network equipment was a genius-designed trap. The superheroine surmised that she had stepped-on an innocent trigger of some sort and had made the entire net-trap engage. Before she knew or realized what was happening, Red Nova was being swept-up and off the floor by an uplifting and up-moving tangly net whose concealment was perfect,

And before the nimble-but-netted nymph could provide anymore praise to her capturer, Red Nova heard the sound of hissing. And the hissing was getting louder and louder.

Chloroform!

Red Nova knew the unmistakable scent of chloroform. It was all around her. And all the captured cutie could do was writhe and wiggle in her encasing net. Her writhing and wiggling only made her sway more... and breathe heavier... and inhale more... and get dizzier even quicker.

The buoyant beauty was being held aloft in the tenacious tangle of an unforgiving noxious net. The net wasn't noxious, per say, it was the devious chloroform that was enshrouding and encircling the frolicsome and feisty heroine that was quickly polishing-off the provocative pretty. Soon, the room started beginning to sway in a different way - it wasn't the natural swaying of the enmeshing net. Red Nova could only look around with anxious eyes as the inevitable began to dawn on the fettered red-fox: she was trapped and unable to escape the nylon net nor the chloroform net that was disheveling and dispatching the radiant red-haired and red-costumed cutie.

And then Red Nova thought she saw a metal figure approaching.

Through her half-opened eyes, the superheroine could make out someone's metallic hands and someone's metallic mask. She felt cold and hard hands grab her body and stop her from swinging in her aloft nylon cage. But then she felt her costume slip-away down-there... like someone was using a knife to open her costume. It was a weird sensation for Red Nova. She felt like she was on her back, but on her back and hanging in an imprisoning and inescapable net. Her legs were pointing up while it seemed her ass was pointing down.

And then Red Nova realized she was being held in a missionary-style aloft position.

By the time the superheroine realized her precarious predicament, the 'dick' penetrated. Well, it felt like a dick. It felt like a cold and hard metallic strap-on cock penetrating and pumping her prized pussy. Red Nova knew she had never felt such a weird and destroying cock in her life. And the faux-cock, or faux-dick, that was fucking her was most certainly destroying her. She was getting fucked, and fucked well.

In her chloroform-clouded mind, Red Nova heard the voice of her capturer and attacker.

"That's it. Take your fucking. Take your fucking like a good superheroine." was the heartless and emotionless statement that Red Nova heard - spoken by a synthesized robotic and male-sounding voice.

Red Nova couldn't understand why she was still awake. The chloroform should have taken her down minutes earlier. And then it dawned on the beleaguered beauty: her rapist wanted her awake. Her fucking seemed to never end. As the minutes passed, the noxious nebula of the chloroform cloud was playing tricks on her body. She felt like she came at least three times. RoboCock actually counted four times that the robust and red-haired superheroine succumbed to its machine-like robo-cock.

It wasn't lost on Red Nova that she was indeed 'taking her fucking'. She was bound and helpless by the entrapping net. She could do nothing but hang in the air and be intertwined and ensnared in the constricting clutches of the snarling net.

How could the robo-beast still be breathing with all this chloroform in the air? Red Nova's brain was aching of and demanding for answers.

But the only answer that the compromised and controlled cutie received was RoboCock's robo-cock in her mouth. The robo-beast had pulled-out of the hemmed-in hottie and had abruptly turned the net on the superheroine. The heroine had heard of tables being turned but never had heard of nets being turned. Her mouth-raping was as powerful as her pussy-raping. Red Nova could barely breathe. Her attacker was merciless and pounded its metal meat into her wide-open mouth.

It didn't help that gravity was helping the situation by supplying some natural rhythm and impaling motion with the brutal swaying of the net.

Red Nova felt like a cocooned and carnal pussy-cat. First, her pussy had been ravaged and now her mouth was 'open for business'. The ravaged superheroine could only picture herself prone in one of the wooden boxes back at the warehouse. She could smell the continuing wisps of spraying chloroform - her arms and legs were entwined and made useless by the nylon net. She couldn't move and she was being mouth-fucked. She was helpless. She was powerless. For all it mattered, she could have been being held in one of those wooden crates back in the warehouse with a chloroform mask over her face.

She thought of her magnificent body captured and manhandled at the dockside warehouse in some sort of sex-slave operation-breaking fight gone totally badly. And then she thought of her striking superheroine partner also being taken down at the warehouse and placed topless into one of the accompanying crates for shipment to some unknown and distant foreign power. Ruby Flame's breasts were aflame with want and need - the girl's nymphic nipples arched-up in aching desire for touching. But in Red Nova's vexing visions, Ruby Flame, the superheroine's spectacular teammate and partner, was controlled and unconscious as caused by her maligning and malevolent chloroform mask.

Red Nova couldn't help herself; the superheroine came a fifth time.

Before she could have another thought or emotional outcry, the robo-cock came in her face. But it wasn't cum that sprayed into Red Nova's beset and beautiful face; it was cock-out gas. RoboCock's sinister silencer, based upon the same chemical formula as knock-out gas, finished the job that the carefully controlled chloroform nozzles in the trap-room could not. That is, Red Nova finally was gassed into complete unconsciousness. Her face-soaking was fantastic and final. The rambunctious redhead accepted the blackness of her defeat thankfully and gratefully.

The whiteness of Red Nova's cockout-gassed face was in stark contrast to the blackness of her just-fucked face.

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When she awoke, Red Nova thought she was still dreaming.

The heroine was now nude and she was now looking down on Ruby Flame's naked body. Red Nova felt like she was floating while still lying prone in the air. She felt like she was a stringed puppet at the mercy of a ghoulish villain. Ruby's nakedness seemed so real - Ruby's nipples seemed so red - Ruby's nipples seemed so rock-hard - Ruby's pussy seemed so available - Ruby's body seemed so naked and pleasing.

And then Red Nova realized she was very awake. She was not dreaming.

Instead of dreaming, Red Nova was descending in a face-down prone position. Her stripped-nude body was quickly approaching the stripped-nude body of Ruby Flame. Her junior superheroine partner was being held aloft in a face-up prone position. But where Red Nova's body was facing down towards the floor in a horizontal and flat manner, Ruby Flame's body was facing up towards the ceiling also in a horizontal and flat manner.

The two superheroines were about to become a lesbianing sixty-nine sandwich.

Just as Red Nova's fresh and unfolding pussy was lowered into the face of her younger partner Ruby Flame, Ruby Flame's moist and yielding pussy now came face-to-face, or rather pussy-to-face, with her older partner's mouth. For the first time that she could remember, Red Nova could see and smell Ruby Flame's secret place. And, for the first time that she could remember, Ruby Flame could now see and smell Red Nova's visionary vagina.

Both superheroines deduced what they were now supposed to do, but neither really knew what do to. RoboCock supplied the needed, shall we say, impetus.

The fiend stood-by and handled a remote. One button on the remote controlled the cattle-prod angling directly against Red Nova's ass and one button on the remote controlled the cattle-prod angling directly against Ruby Flame's ass. RoboCock began working both remote buttons and it was thus 'surge-city here we cum', as opposed to the Beach Boys' lyric "Surf City Here We Come".

Both superheroines lurched and yelped at the same time as they felt the stinging pain of an electric cattle-prod on their respective and rousing rear. The yelping quickly mingled into licking, and then the licking quickly morphed into eating. Red Nova began eating-out her partner Ruby Flame. And Ruby Flame began eating-out her partner Red Nova.

What a tangled web of bouncing and bubbling flesh we weave!

Whenever RoboCock felt like one superheroine wasn't giving it her all, said superheroine received a convincing electric charge in her ample ass. Ruby Flame came first. Red Nova knew how to lick a young woman to orgasm. But then Ruby Flame returned the favor. What wasn't totally clear was if Ruby Flame was that good of a pussy-eater or if it was just Red Nova getting-off on the thought of her youthful partner eating her out.

Both superheroines had been so anxious after leaving Commissioner Borden's office. They were going to 'lick' the case of the rape of Rhiannon Penneybecker in no time. And now that licking time was the immediate present. Neither could have dreamed as they had left Commissioner Borden's office that it would 'cum' to this: each superheroine dining on the other's delicious muff in an erotic show of forced lesbian licking.

Even RoboCock lost track of the times that each superheroine came...

Before long, the sixty-nine position was over and Red Nova was twirled so that her head was now over Ruby's breasts. Like said previously, Red Nova was like a stringed puppet at the mercy of a ghoulish villain. Red Nova's eyes were wide-eyed as she was then lowered onto Ruby's ravishing rack - the older superheroine engorged her hunger of the young superheroine's tempting titties with her mouth and tongue.

All's fair in love and war. After some time, Ruby Flame was then maneuvered so she could look-up and revel in her older partner's pointy and puffy tits and nipples with her mouth and tongue. Each superheroine was totally helpless and unable to break-free from the magnetic hold that their partner's nude and naked body offered. Furthermore, each superheroine was totally helpless to resist the titillating tits of the other. It was a lesbian licking for the ages.

RoboCock continued to lose track of the times that each superheroine came...

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Since receiving her financial reward for rescuing both Emerald Lynx and Emerald Minx, as well as rescuing the beautiful Star Babe and her spunky new partner Star Vixen, at the hands of King Tit and his 'Reels of Misfortune', Spirit Sprite was cast in a new light at The AGENCY. The previously independent superheroine had saved a total of four superheroines by taking the time to care and keeping an eye out for her fellow superheroine sisters. She was now a much-celebrated and much-ballyhooed heroic heroine.

Spirit Sprite's caring actions were quite a turn from the confident and curvy superheroine's normal routine.

But there were those who suspected that the still-arrogant superheroine was only in it for herself - that the celebration and spotlight was just what Spirit Sprite craved. And to that point, those suspecting superheroines were correct in that it was only Spirit Sprite 'eating-up' the bright lights and accolades with no other superheroine or superheroines mentioned. Time would tell if Spirit Sprite had indeed become transformed into a better superheroine or if the supreme, and red-white-and-blue costumed superheroine, was just playing all those championing the champion for fools.

And as circumstance would have it, that very afternoon presented an opportunity for Spirit Sprite to distinguish herself yet again.

It had been a slow couple of days for the spirited superheroine. After completing her early-afternoon case-load updates, she had decided to keep an ear and an eye out for Ruby Flame and Red Nova. When Ruby Flame had failed to check-in, and when Red Nova had indicated where it was that she was going to try and find her superheroine partner, Spirit Sprite immediately volunteered for appropriate backup-duty and pointed her powercycle towards the former AGENCY building out by the former Army base.

As was standard AGENCY procedure, Red Nova was kept out-of-the-loop as to knowing that she had backup. Management felt that superheroines should act first and not be compelled to wait for backup to arrive - lives could be hanging in the balance. This style presented a unique opportunity to allow a lead superheroine to act, and also to react, to any situation but not 'show her hand' or reveal knowledge that a second and backup superheroine was also on the scene.

And as chance would have it, Spirit Sprite arrived at the old AGENCY building just about five minutes after Red Nova had arrived. The backup superheroine had managed to cut the power to her powercycle upon seeing that Red Nova had also parked her cycle and was commencing her search for Ruby Flame. Spirit Sprite had then managed to stay quiet and also to stay out of sight in the proverbial background.

Spirit Sprite then witnessed, for the most part, that which had happened to Red Nova. And so too, Spirit Sprite was then wise to contact The AGENCY and the Titanville Police and inform them of the need for more backup before commencing her rescue attempt of Red Nova and presumably Ruby Flame as well.

Although her initial response had been slow and cautious, so as to not get herself caught in any additional traps or snares, Spirit Sprite was relieved to finally get underground and into the bunker that was seemingly RoboCock's abode. The going had been slow and anxious. At every turn, it seemed that a potential trap might open up and capture the curvy and crime-fighter. Even when Spirit Sprite finally arrived after some time had elapsed and then witnessed Red Nova 'getting acquainted' with the breasts of Ruby Flame, and realized that she was somewhat late to RoboCock's erotic party, the heroine felt fortunate to have taken her time while getting to the scene safely and thus able to provide some chance for rescue.

If the raping fiend had sensed that an additional superheroine had arrived or if the menace had seemed alerted by any alarms, RoboCock certainly seemed to be playing it cool. After an initial minute or so to view and analyze her opponent's movements, Spirit Sprite then surmised that she had arrived unannounced and that her time for action was at hand.

Spirit Sprite glanced around at the room one final time and vaulted spiritedly and spritely.

Suffice to say, RoboCock never knew what happened. In one instant, the fiend was calmly taking-in the surreal show of some superheroine-on-superheroine action. That is, RoboCock was thoroughly enjoying the show of a reduced Red Nova and a subjugated Ruby Flame licking-at and finally inflaming each other's hot love box and tits. But then in the next instant, the villain was awaking and finding the binding handcuffs of a Titanville Police arresting officer around its metallic hands.

Spirit Sprite's dramatic head-blows and devastating head-kicks had been quick and punishing. And the superheroine's blows and kicks had been quieting and conquering as well. Even with RoboCock down and out, Spirit Sprite was cautious and overly careful even when approaching the lesbianing bodies of Red Nova and Ruby Flame.

Soon afterwards, the new trickle of Titanville Police officers turned into a bevy of blue as RoboCock's raping days were unceremoniously over. When the fiend finally began awaking from Spirit Sprite's pummeling, RoboCock found its hands handcuffed as the beast was prepared for transport.

Before being taken away, RoboCock did have a few seconds to dress-down the smug and stately superheroine with that cold and calculated stare from eyes hidden by its metallic mask. Spirit Sprite had been the smug and stately conquering heroine and was now standing in her smarty, snooty, and swaggering superheroine stance. And with perhaps not as much smartiness, snottiness, or swaggering, a cold and calculating glare was quickly determining how and when this same pompous and on-an-ego-trip superheroine might someday find herself being conquered and domineered.

For now, RoboCock let Spirit Sprite gloat in her presumptuous and pretentious superheroine stance.

Head held cavalierly - Eyes gazing braggingly - Cape falling bossily - Tits jutting imperiously - Arms spread egotistically - Elbows bent haughtily - Hands grasping hips contemptuously - Cameltoe budding audaciously - Legs spread scornfully - Boots angled insolently.

RoboCock's robo-cock erected...cockily.

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The journey from the underground bunker at the old AGENCY building to the maximum-security holding rooms at Titanville's Therapeutic Center for Acute Mental Examination & Disposition, or 'T.A.M.E.D.' in the local vernacular, was a relatively short and unproblematic one. And the transfer of RoboCock from the secured back-seat of the Titanville police vehicle to one of the holding rooms in the complex was even easier.

Getting into one of these types of therapeutic hospitals is the easy part. It's getting out through the various check-points and barred-gates where one's exit can be, shall we say challenged and challenging, is the hard part.

That the hands-cuffed-behind-the-back raping fiend was escorted by the same arresting Titanville officers right into the small holding room and then guarded until the center's intake-guard could arrive further limited RoboCock's chances for escape. RoboCock sat quietly and didn't say a word.

"Just a reminder... Anything you say, can and will be held against you in a court of law, just in case they forget to tell you that during your friendly stay here at T.A.M.E.D." one of the arresting officers offered in a monotone voice. "Why they just don't go ahead and castrate you right now is beyond me."

The hearing of the word 'castrate' made the other arresting officer raise his eyebrow and then made him offer his two cents.

"I think castration went out the window when that whole eye-for-an-eye thing became so disparaged... About two centuries ago or whenever... Besides, when our cozy friend 'Nurse Code-Blew' gets done 'examining' this one's dick, he'll WISH he was castrated!" the other officer added.

RoboCock continued to sit quietly without saying a word.

It wasn't too much later that the cozy 'Nurse Code-Blew' made her appearance. She was anything but 'cozy'. Rather, she was a 6' 4" behemoth of a woman. Solid too. She had to be three-hundred pounds of solid woman-flesh with the biggest breasts one could imagine. Although a nurse, 'Code-Blew' was an actual Titanville police officer in full police uniform, complete with royal-blue shirt, who went by the name of Amira Monnagraffe. Due to her 'district' being the Therapeutic Center, Officer Monnagraffe did not carry a side-arm.

Almost as large as Officer Monnagraffe's body was the officer's persona. She was blustery and most heavy-handed. One took-in pretty quickly that one didn't mess with Officer Amira Monnagraffe, rather 'Nurse Code-Blew'.

And she was so-named 'Nurse Code-Blew' as opposed to 'Nurse Code-Blue' for definite reason: she loved to blow those male patient-convicts who were brought-in to the facility for examination and disposition. She had a way of showing those who entered the hospital just who was in control and who was boss. There had been many complaints, but it was hard to prove anything without witnesses when it was just a he-said-she-said stand-off.

"Well, who do we have here being dropped-off at my door?!?" Officer Monnagraffe asked in a most-condescending manner.

"I thought Halloween was weeks ago!" the officer added when she saw RoboCock's metal mask and metal hands handcuffed behind in back.

"This is the one causing all the fuss... You know...the 'T.E.A.T.S.' rapist...from the Senior Miss Titanville Pageant." one of the accompanying officers indicated.

"Such a naughty boy!! Santa won't have a problem determining which list this one belongs on!!!" Nurse Code-Blew said as she then added a cold chuckle. "Thanks guys, I've got him from here..."

"I'll check him out! ... I mean ... I'll check him IN!!" Nurse Code-Blew then said and corrected herself with a wink of her eye to the accompanying officers.

Both officers knew the nurse-officer's reputation and rolled their eyes. They left the holding room with RoboCock in the very-capable hands of Officer Amira Monnagraffe. And then the nurse-officer rolled-up her sleeves and went to work.

"Let's see what you got!" the nurse-officer stated matter-of-factly and proceeded to kneel between RoboCock's legs.

In the next few moments, Nurse Code-Blew unzipped RoboCock and extracted the beast's mighty metal meat. She took in its immenseness and metallic-ness. She had never felt something so hard and so cold. And so large. Nurse Code-Blew stroked the faux-penis, like she was trying to light its fire. She grasped the cock and worked her thick and meaty hands around its thick and meaty-like girth.

"Mmmmmmmmm, I love cold hard cock... Don't worry honey, I'll heat you up in no time... No need to get yourself in a lather, Nurse Code-Blew is here..." the nurse-officer said coyly as she dropped her head. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, cold hard cock!"

The oral officer certainly knew how to drop and give a blowjob. She had had countless patients just where she wanted them - trapped and incapable of resisting her heady attention. She slurped and sucked RoboCock's mechanical cock with equal mechanical and robotic bobbings of her head. As she slurped and sucked, she grasped and stroked the metal meat with heated pumps and pulls.

"Don't worry, I'll have you all polished-off before Miss Jenumtubla, our resident shrink, arrives to give you an initial screening." the cocksucking nurse-officer said between slurps and sucks.

The nurse-officer loved having the oral power over a helpless patient's dick as she sucked them off. And she loved the taste of convict cum even more.

The only thing missing this time was the helpless victim's loud moaning and gasping as their cock was downed and dabbled. RoboCock was as silent as a mouse. The only sounds emanating from the holding room was the erotic and slick sounds of a hot mouth on a cold cock. And also the slick sounds of a moist hand working a rigid rod.

Three minutes. Five minutes. Seven minutes. Officer Amira Monnagraffe continued her munching of robo-meat. She didn't notice RoboCock's left finger ready to hit a button on its metalized right wrist-plate. How convenient that the securing handcuffs kept RoboCock's hands and fingers, and wrists for that matter, in close proximity to each other. RoboCock was just waiting for the right moment.

And that right moment was when Nurse Code-Blew raised her felatio-ing face upwards to look into the eyes of RoboCock.

The left finger hit the button on the right wrist-plate and it was cock-out gas time for the naughty nurse. Santa would have someone else on their naughty list.

Just like had happened to Ruby Flame and Red Nova, the cock-out gas shot into and invaded the face of Nurse Code-Blew. It wasn't quite the cum the nurse-officer was expecting. The nurse stood up quickly, obviously affected by the knock-out gas. RoboCock took the opportunity to stand-up too. In the next second, RoboCock was able to open the door to the small bathroom adjoining the holding cell. And then RoboCock was able to get behind the huge nurse-officer and manage to move the massive officer into the bathroom by leaning-on and pushing the besieged woman.

When the gassed nurse-officer then stumbled into the bathroom and fell in front of the porcelain toilet, RoboCock didn't waste any time in spraying yet another long dose of cock-out gas into the face of the former blowjobbing-behemoth. Nurse Code-Blew didn't know what hit her. One minute she was in charge and on her knees sucking-down a monster metal-cock and then the next minute she was on her knees unconscious and slumped over a toilet. Her face was full of white-ish cum-like cock-out gas. Some of the white substance floated-down onto her blue police shirt.

Nurse Code-Blew, Nurse Code-Blue, or Nurse Code-'blue-shirt', indeed!

RoboCock knew not to waste time as there was no time to waste. The fiend bent down and was able to retrieve a set of handcuff keys from the pocket of the downed nurse-officer. With great concentration, the handcuff key was used to free the hands behind the back of the robo-beast. And then RoboCock quickly shut the bathroom door, leaving the nurse-officer incapacitated and slumped over the porcelain throne.

Before sitting back down in the chair, RoboCock reached-down and broke the zipper on the pants and kept the metal cock exposed and standing tall. The fiend kept uncuffed hands together in back, so the next person entering the room would assume that the rapist was handcuffed.

It was only a matter of a short wait. Soon, RoboCock could hear the sound of a woman's heels approaching the door.

The Center's resident shrink, Miss Jennelle Jenumtubla, then entered the room with a scrupulous look as she eyed her next patient while holding a black medical bag. The psychiatrist was just as pretty as Rhiannon Penneybecker, the Senior Miss Titanville pageant-winner. Older, but just as pretty. Jennelle Jenumtubla was a black-haired beauty standing 5' 8" tall. The thirty-two year-old doctor was of medium build and wore glasses. The black-framed glasses matched her hair and made the lovely and intelligent woman look all-the-more smart and heady.

The resident psychiatrist wore a prim-and-proper crisp-white top with a smart-black skirt. The young woman wore nude-colored nylons and closed-toe black high-heels. She also wore a white lab-coat with a pen and her identity badge clipped to the left-side pocket of her frock.

She more no jewelry except a simple watch on her left wrist.

And Miss Jennelle Jenumtubla possessed one more thing: enticing tits.

The well-endowed woman's breasts played-out from her medium build with an attractiveness which made both men and women become taken aback. Unbelievably, the woman had never married. Jennelle was very focused and never had time for relationships as she vaulted through her important educational studies. Not to say that both men and women had tried to get acquainted with the fetching female. And to that matter, it was rather still a mystery as to whether Miss Jenumtubla preferred men, women, or both.

"My, aren't we the up-front type!" Jennelle acknowledged as she took-in RoboCock's rather exposed condition with a rather know-it-all-ish look and expert-sounding voice.

"Very impressive." the psychiatrist-doctor added as she bent her head down and inspected the mighty yet metallic man-meat standing tall within her reach.

"Feel like finishing the 'job' that the nurse-guard started?" RoboCock then asked in the robotic and synthesized male-sounding voice as the robo-beast cast its eyes down towards its raging metal hard-on.

Dr. Jenumtubla jotted a few quick notes down on her pad of paper.

"Sorry, I try not to get involved sexually with patients." the doctor quickly offered.

"Try not. Either 'do' or 'do not'. There is no 'try'." RoboCock then replied in perfect Yoda-ish rhythm.

"Touché!" Dr. Jenumtubla answered as she jotted yet a few more notes down on her pad.

There was a slight pause as both patient and doctor perused the other like two fighters about to meet in the squared circle of a boxing ring.

"Well, if you're not gonna suck me off like the other one, could you at least zip me up??" RoboCock asked.

"Ummm, where is Officer Monnagraffe, by the way?" Dr. Jenumtubla then asked looking around the room rather quizzically.

"Nature called." RoboCock answered while nodding towards the bathroom door.

Jennelle then wrinkled her nose and moved towards the beastly prick belonging to RoboCock. She grasped the cock and pushed it inside the pants and tried to close the zipper. But it wouldn't budge. RoboCock's cock flopped back out in rising stature. The doctor had to push it back into the pants and try to close the zipper. But to no avail.

"I think in her haste to blow me, the officer broke my zipper... If that's any consolation." RoboCock offered.

"Well... I think... I think I can get... I think I can get it to zip-up if I... If I can just..." Dr. Jenumtubla said as she started to bend-down close to RoboCock's crotch.

"If I can just hold your metal dick out of the way and..." the doctor proceeded to say.

< SPSSSSSSFFFFT > < SPSSSSSSSSSSSSFFFFFFFFTT >

Those were the sounds of the two sprayings of cock-out gas, the second dose twice as long as the first, that Dr. Jennelle Jenumtubla received in her face as RoboCock's metal cock slipped-out of the pants once again. The beautiful and good doctor had made the mistake of getting too close to the pernicious prick that had just 'be-cum' her downfall.

The cock-out gas, RoboCock's super-quick and super-strong version of knock-out gas, was vile and vicious. Jennelle was out before her sweet black-haired head could hit the floor, followed by her crumpling and curvaceous body. But as before, RoboCock didn't gloat. The beastly fiend quickly stood-up and made sure the door to the hallway was locked. And then RoboCock revisited the nurse-guard, Officer Amira Monnagraffe, in the bathroom and administered yet another dose of cock-out gas into the behemoth's face to ensure the woman remained down for the count.

Confident that the downed officer would not be a problem, RoboCock turned attention to the formerly-confident but now crumpled psychiatrist.

Dr. Jenumtubla was picked-up off the floor and placed upon the small table in the room. The stripping of Jennelle was quick and complete. The black-haired beauty was totally clueless to know or realize that her shapely body was about to become raping-fodder for RoboCock.

The black-framed glasses and white lab-coat came off first. And then the doctor's crisp-white top was pulled up and over the woman's slumped head. The bosomy beauty's delicate white bra was stripped-off next and revealed her perfectly-shaped and perfectly-rounded glorious globes. The milky-white flesh of her magnificent mammaries was soft - her pinkish-hued areolas were softer - her dark-pink erecting nipples were getting harder by the second, obviously enjoying the freedom and unconstrictedness after being unveiled with the stripping-off of the girl's lacey bra.

The business-like black high-heels came off next followed by the smart-black skirt. And then Jennelle's nude-colored nylons were pulled-down and removed-from the brainy beauty's chiseled legs and shapely feet.

In a matter of mere seconds, the ravishing body of Dr. Jennelle Jenumtubla had become denuded and revealed. Now the vertical and narrow rectangle of black pubic hair above the fleshy folds of her vagina could be seen. The patch was neatly trimmed and framed the pretty pelvis of the gorgeous girl. It didn't hurt that the woman's jutting tits burst forth into the air majestically and that her bare and fully-hardened nipples looked agonizingly tasty.

And it didn't hurt that the doctor's pussy emanated-forth with an alluring and enthralling, if not fascinating, female fragrance. The fragrance was at once both a perfume and a pheromone. That is, the scent was pleasing and intoxicating. Jennelle's foxy bare feet were equally pleasing and intoxicating. The doctor's feet had sweated just enough in the confines of her black high-heels and nude-colored nylons and now wafted sweet yet sour-like enjoyable essences into the air. Jennelle's fascinating pussy fragrance and enjoyable foot essences combined to create a strong and unmistakable aphrodisiac.

RoboCock needed no further urging or invitation.

The raping of Dr. Jennelle Jenumtubla was swift and complete. Too bad that the beautiful doctor was clueless to the feel of the mighty metallic man-meat inside her cunt and the moist and munching mouth on her tits, nipples, and toes. Still, with the victim unconscious or not, the raping fiend RoboCock still uttered a signature line.

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

After the vicious fucking, RoboCock pulled-out and left a viscous remnant for Jennelle to remember her fucking by: the fiend deposited an ample amount of faux-cum, not cock-out gas, on the black-haired beauty's ardent and aura-full titties. Before leaving, RoboCock removed the long white socks from Officer Monnagraffe's slumbering body.

One sock was tied around the officer's head and mouth like a gag. And then RoboCock used the original arresting officer's handcuffs, used on the raping fiend back at the old AGENCY building, to secure Officer Monnagraffe's hands behind her back. Dr. Jenumtubla received her own sock-gag and also received Officer Monnagraffe's handcuffs on her wrists.

Later, and before leaving the holding room, RoboCock stepped-up to the table and grasped Jennelle's eyes-closed head. The now-gagged and denuded doctor then received a final dose of cock-out gas in her flirtatious face to keep her quiet. Officer Monnagraffe received a similar blast. Both women moaned and drifted further into la-la land upon receiving their heinous helping of RoboCock's evil elixir.

Officer Amira Monnagraffe had been so cocky. Dr. Jennelle Jenumtubla had been so confident. There's nothing like a little dose of cock-out gas to take away one's cockiness and confidence. In an ironic sort of fashion, the cocky blow-jobbing officer and the confident blow-hard doctor had both been 'tamed' at T.A.M.E.D.

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"Have a good day, Dr. Jenumtubla!" Officer Clarkstone offered to the brunette doctor as he opened the barred-gate and allowed the beguiling beauty to pass-through and exit. "See you next time, same induction-time, same induction-channel!"

Instead of replying, the usual in-a-hurry doctor simply nodded her head in thanks as she walked-through the now-opened security gate.

The officer would sometimes scrutinize an exiter's badge and perform a perfunctory glance into the face of the badge-wearer to make sure there was a match. But he had witnessed the good doctor, or rather the good doctor's sinfully seductive shape, pass through the gate a thousand times before. Besides, she had already gotten into the facility and was just on her way out after a quick meeting with her newest inductee.

"Bitch. ... Would it ever hurt her to say 'Goodnight' every now and again?" the officer mumbled under his breath once the uppity and pompous doctor was no longer within earshot.

It was the same situation at the second and final gate for the resident psychiatrist.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening, Dr. Jenumtubla." Officer Barkomethock offered as the shapely doctor whisked past him and through the open gate.

The officer didn't miss much and enthusiastically checked-out the doctor's shapely and nyloned legs and seductive black heels once the doctor had walked past the final check-point and had her back to him.

"Fucking hot bitch... I'd like to make her bark like a dog for me if I offered my 'bone' to her... So tasty..." Officer Barkomethock then said to himself after double-checking to make sure nobody, including the now-exited beauty, was around.

At that, Dr. Jennelle Jenumtubla was now clear of the facility's gates and free to find her vehicle in the parking lot.

Both Officer Clarkstone and Officer Barkomethock should have checked the picture on the doctor's badge to ensure that, indeed, it matched precisely with the face of the badge wearer. Perhaps then, either would have noticed that the person walking through their respective checkpoints was about 5' 7" tall as opposed to the 5' 8" measurement detailed on the badge. So too, they might have caught the fact that the hair on the woman advancing past the security gates was more a dark-dark brown color and not black, as indicated on the badge she was wearing.

Better yet, perhaps the Therapeutic Center for Acute Mental Examination & Disposition should install biometric devices at their respective entrances and exits. This way, one would have to successfully pass-through a device by offering their fingerprint or eye-retina to enter or exit the facility. Just sayin...

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Precisely an hour later, there was an anxious call placed to Mr. Yellow, the Case Manager at the AGENCY, through Commissioner Borden's office.

The reason for the call was simple.

The staff at Titanville's Therapeutic Center for Acute Mental Examination & Disposition had but one question. Was the raping fiend known as 'RoboCock', the one just apprehended and brought to the facility for induction prior to being charged with a crime, a man or a woman?

There was no other question, just whether or not 'RoboCock' was male or female. Without blinking an eyelash or thinking anything was amiss, Mr. Yellow answered confidently.

"Why, of course, RoboCock, errrr ummmm Dr. Sam, uhhhhh, that's what everyone called her here at The AGENCY, is a woman. I mean, Dr. Sam Zordenson is a woman. Well, I suppose I really should say Dr. Samantha Zordenson is a woman. Why?" Mr. Yellow answered and asked. "Is there trouble??"

"Are you sure your former employee is a woman???" the voice from T.A.M.E.D. asked with complete sincerity.

"There is no doubt in my mind. She is female. Now, mind you, she is a lesbian, but certainly a woman. Unfortunately, we had to dismiss Dr. Sam - there was an unfortunate event with one of our other employees..." Mr. Yellow answered without getting into too much detail.

There was complete silence on the other end of the phone and then a short response before the line went dead.

"Thank you." was the delayed reply given to The AGENCY case Manager.

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Indeed, Dr. Samantha Zordenson, the 'Father' of the modern superheroine powerbelt formulated at, and used exclusively at, The AGENCY, was a woman. And also a lesbian. Although the doctor's genitals had ended-up becoming shriveled, deformed, and practically useless during the adrenaline testing for the powerbelt prototype, she still had fallen in love with Athena Roddentory, the superheroine known formerly as 'Masked Maiden'.

It was Dr. Sam's hope that Athena would accept the shrunken labias of her vagina and the severely depleted and deflated breasts of her previously ample body, but it was not to be. Not only did Masked Maiden reject Dr. Sam's sexual advances but she also petitioned AGENCY management for the doctor's removal from the company.

It had not been a good time for any of those involved.

In the end, Dr. Sam's psyche had been permanently harmed and damaged. The rejection of a female by a female was too much for Dr. Sam to handle. That, and the dismissal by her employer for which she had worked so hard and diligently. The birth of 'RoboCock' was next. The raping persona of RoboCock would be that hateful manifestation that would be born from the never-to-be lesbian relationship between Dr. Samantha Zordenson and Athena Roddentory.

For RoboCock, every woman's true and natural beauty, especially that of a superheroine, was an angst and irritant that must be dealt with harshly and unequivocally. For the citizens of Titanville, they were lucky that the raping RoboCock only came-out once a year on the anniversary of Dr. Sam's dismissal from The AGENCY and not on every day of the year.

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For Dr. Sam, back in the holding room at T.A.M.E.D., escape was easy.

After disrobing and removing her metallic mask and hands which formed her 'RoboCock' facade, it was a simple matter of placing her clothing and metallic things in the doctor's black medical bag. And then it was a matter of putting Dr. Jenumtubla's clothes on her own body. Fortunately, the two women were just about the same height and build. Dr. Jenumtubla's black heels were about half an inch too long for Dr. Sam's feet but better to be too long than too small.

There was nothing Dr. Sam could do about her hair except untie it and let it cascade-down like the doctor's black hair. Hopefully, no one would recognize the slight difference in the overall dark color between her hair and Dr. Jenumtubla's hair. Dr. Sam did have to put two giant wads of toilet paper under Dr. Jenumtubla's bra that she was now wearing in order to imitate the doctor's huge breasts.

In the end, Dr. Jenumtubla's clothes, the crisp-white top - the smart-black skirt - the white bra - the nude-colored nylons - the black high-heels - the white lab-coat, all fit Dr. Sam very well. By wearing the doctor's thick black-framed glasses, Dr. Sam figured that she just might escape, especially if the guards didn't notice the slight difference in her hair color or the small difference in her height.

And Dr. Sam did escape.

It certainly helped that by wearing the doctor's thick black-framed glasses, Dr. Sam's female face was somewhat hidden. Her facial structure did match the face of the pretty Dr. Jenumtubla to some degree. As long as nobody looked too closely, it wasn't inconceivable that Dr. Sam could pass for the bitchy psychiatrist. Wearing the doctor's white lab-coat and badge also helped get past the officers at the security gates.

Acting like the arrogant doctor, especially by not answering the officers' well-wishes, also helped. But the adrenaline testing had severely harmed and diminished Dr. Sam's vocal cords. It was the metallic mask, with its imbedded vocal annunciators, which gave the fiend its robotic and male-sounding voice. It was just by coincidence, by not answering the officers' well-wishes, that Dr. Sam seemed even more like the stuck-up doctor.

Lastly, carrying the doctor's signature black medical bag was the final charade-piece that made Dr. Sam look the part of one Dr. Jennelle Jenumtubla.

But then so too, possessing the overall and obviously shapely form of a pretty female, albeit a female wearing a bra stuffed with toilet paper no less, was probably the best disguise possible to slip through the slippery fingers of the law and out into the parking lot.

From there, it took just a moment or two for Dr. Sam to press the unlock button on Dr. Jenumtubla's keyless-entry remote and hear the unmistakable 'beep' of the auto, not to mention seeing the parking lights alight on the vehicle, and find and walk to her 'getaway car'.

As Dr. Jenumtubla's black BMW pulled-out of the T.A.M.E.D. parking lot, Dr. Sam, that is RoboCock, was already contemplating about who she would 'tame' next. Perhaps the fetching Dr. Jennelle Jenumtubla and her biggity breasts would receive an unannounced appointment. Or perhaps the dynamic duo of Ruby Flame and Red Nova would be revisited by the raping RoboCock on some red-twilighted evening. Most importantly, one Spirit Sprite required some spirited and spritely robo-cock fucking. The possibilities were endless as RoboCock glanced at the black medical bag which contained the powerful and raping strap-on 'robo-cock' that was not around her waist at the moment.

The bad doctor RoboCock smiled at the feel of driving another doctor's black beauty as she remembered driving into the body of the black-haired beauty back in the holding room.

"I always wondered what it was like to drive a 'bimmer'!" Dr. Sam announced while driving to her newly found freedom.

Dr. Samantha Zordenson was, shall we say, 'beaming'.

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The End of Episode 028:

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

(Part 2/Conclusion)

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Titanville

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"♫ … Some Turning and Some Mistletoe, Help to Make the Superheroines Alight … ♫"

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