6 comments/ 60760 views/ 5 favorites Professor Pain's Evil Conquest By: LitRiter Cate Collins finished typing, tore the page from the typewriter and held the three pages in the air, shouting, "Copy!" "Yes, Miss Collins!" Ken, the copy boy yelled, snatching the pages from her fingers, and he ran to deliver them to Mr. Kyle, the City Editor. Cate sat back, her hands behind her head, and took a deep breath. This one was sure to make the front page, and maybe even get her that Katzenburg Award for Journalistic Achievement. Cate's career had exploded with the arrival of Action Guy, the masked marvel smashing the gambling rackets on the East Side. She had been investigating them herself, and had been caught eavesdropping on Moe Johnson, who led the rackets. She had been tied up in a warehouse when Action Guy crashed through the door, his form fitting blue shirt highlighting his rippling musculature, his tight brown trousers displaying his bulging thighs, and (Cate felt her temperature rise) other bulges. He wore knee-high brown boots, and most exotic of all, a cowl that covered his head and most of his face, hiding his identity. He had moved through the thugs, powerful fists smashing into their jaws and midsections, taking them out with seeming ease. And then he had lifted Cate to her feet and pulled on the ropes that bound her, breaking them and letting them fall to the cement around her feet. "Don't worry, Miss Collins," Action Guy had said as she stared at him with awe. "You don't need to worry about these guys anymore." His voice had been deep and his attitude supremely confident. Over the following six months, Cate had been thrown into dangerous situations on a regular basis in the course of her job as a reporter for the Sun Standard. And always, at the very last minute, Action Guy had appeared to save the day. Cate knew that Action Guy had stolen her heart. No other man made her feel weak in the knees and dizzy the way that he did. That's not to say that Cate didn't have her admirers. There were a dozen guys at any time who were vying for her attention and affections, case in point, Dan Forest, the Private Investigator. Forest was tall and well built, but he wore shabby suits and a beat up old hat. His personality was far removed from Action Guy's, being a lazy man, always late to the scene. She had to admit that he was handsome, and she might have even given him a whirl, if Action Guy hadn't shown up and stolen her heart. She remembered her first encounter with Action Guy, with his rippling muscles and the beating he gave to those thugs. The way he'd lifted her with ease and snapped her bonds. The mysterious masked man could have done anything... She lit a cigarette and blew out smoke in an unsteady stream, trying to calm her nerves, when Dan Forest appeared behind her and said, "That's bad for you, you know," in his soft, almost effeminate voice. "Yeah, sure," Cate said, jumping to her feet. "I'll see you around, Forest," she said, putting her hat atop her head and snatching up her purse. "I'm working a story!" Cate hurried the the elevator and saw Forest hurrying to join her as the elevator doors closed. Cate had been a reporter for the Sun Standard for two years before her encounter with Action Guy, and had written many stories about flower shows, parades, and other human interest puff pieces. She knew, and she knew it was well rumored, that she had gotten her job at the paper because, during her interview, she'd crossed her long sexy legs at the exact moment that Stanley Moore, the publisher, had walked into the room. Once he had seen the gorgeous face, full figure, and legs of Cate Collins, he'd turned to Ellery Kyle and said, "Hire the girl!" Only Kyle and Collins knew that Moore had thought she was applying for a secretarial position, but it didn't matter now. She'd gotten hired as a reporter, and with the coming of Action Guy she had become an ace reporter, her byline appearing frequently on the front page. Cate hurried to the twenty-four hour diner she'd been tipped to and waited outside, trying to be inconspicuous. Never mind that a brunette with a pretty face and gams that went on forever could never really be inconspicuous. After a few minutes, a big ape of a man left the diner, putting a gray hat on his misshapen bald head. He was huge, at least six-eight, and close to three hundred pounds of hard muscle. Cate had recognized him at once as Breaker Moran, a thug who had done time for assault and racketeering. They said he liked to break legs, hence his nickname, and that he was currently working for a criminal mastermind known as Professor Pain. And since Cate had been trying to run down this Professor Pain, she needed to follow anyone who might lead her to him. Giving Moran a half block lead, Cate fell in behind him. Two blocks later she had to let his lead grow, for he had gone down an alley, and she would have exposed herself if she hadn't waited until he had turned a corner. Cate hurried after him and then for another six blocks, when he when into another alley. Cate peered carefully around the corner and found it deserted. She scanned the empty alley for another moment, to be sure, and then hurried after him, looking for anywhere that he might have entered one of the tall buildings that surrounded her. "Aha!" she thought, triumph putting a smug grin on her lips. There was a door there, under a sign that said 'Moonlight Garage'. There was no garage anywhere around here, Cate knew. She crept up to the door and tried the knob, and the door opened. It was very dark inside, and she didn't want the light from the doorway to give her away, so Cate hopped inside and closed the door behind her. The door made a curious cracking noise when it closed, like a steel bolt firing into place, and Cate tried to open it again. The handle turned easily, but no amount of pushing would budge the locked door. Cate felt around her purse for the box of matches she kept, and she felt her heart race, wondering if she'd find a good hiding place before someone found her. Finding the box of matches, Cate lit one just as a pair of iron-hard arms wrapped around her and lifted her feet from the floor. Shouting, she felt the floor give way and the same feeling in her stomach that she got from the elevator at the paper. They descended into a large room filled with scientific equipment, including the prerequisite V-shaped metal poles that had electricity arcing between them like captured lightning. Her captor set her atop a platform and released her, but as Cate made to run, she found that she couldn't move a muscle! Her eyes swept the large laboratory, and she saw that in the far corner, next to some gymnasium equipment, stood the massive form of Breaker Moran, who had removed his jacket, shirt and hat. He wore a sleeveless undershirt and gray trousers, and leaned on a leather covered piece of equipment, watching her. Across the room from him, standing at an advanced control panel of some sort, with gauges with needles in motion, blinking lights, and large toggle switches, was none other than Professor Pain himself. He stood only four foot-five, and had a thin, frail body. His bulbous head was hairless, save for a thin black mustache and goatee, and he wore big, thick goggles. We wore a white smock, like doctor or dentist, and black trousers. From behind her stepped a woman that Cate recognized immediately. Standing six foot two and then wearing six inches of heel, was the powerfully muscled Gretyl, the Titanic Teuton! Or was it Teutonic Titan? She wore her uniform of a tight black leather corset with silvery metal bands encircling her mammoth breasts, a shamelessly short black pleated skirt over fishnet tights, and her previously mentioned high heeled leather boots. She had a mannish face with large blue eyes, and her hair was golden and long, gathered into two braids that were wound on the sides of her head. It was rumored that she could bend steel in her hands and was bullet proof. "Release me at once!" Cate shouted at Professor Pain, and he hobbled over to her, walking with a strange gait. He regarded her momentarily and then spoke quietly with Gretyl. "We of the criminal community," Professor Pain announced when he turned to face Cate, "Have decided to put an end to your insufferable meddling into our business! We tire of having our plans ruined just so you can flirt with Action Guy!" "I don't know what you mean," Cate replied, mystified. "You put yourself in dangerous situations so that you will be captured and put into peril," Pain said, pacing in front of her. "Action Guy does what he is supposed to, destroying anyone or anything in his way to rescue you, the damsel in distress," he continued before stopping and turning to face Cate. He pointed a long, bony finger at her and said, "It is long past the time that the criminal community of this city finally rid itself of you, Miss Collins! Too long have our enterprises suffered at the expense of your flirtation!" "W-What do you mean?" Cate cried, still unable to move. "Are you really that dense? I mean, dear Miss Collins," Professor Pain declared, rubbing his hands together, "That we are sick and tired of getting beaten up and having our plans thwarted, just so you can spend time with your boyfriend!" "You're mad!" Cate cried. "Pissed," Pain agreed, "Yes, very annoyed." Pain went to his workbench and picked up a shining silver device, with a handle like a gun's, but very large and covered with lights, dials, and buttons. Mostly it looked like a four-slice toaster with a handle. Pain brought the device over to where Cate stood, unable to move or resist, and he held it up before her eyes. "Isn't it lovely?" Pain asked, fiddling with a couple of the knobs. Lights blinked and a gauge changed its reading, but Professor Pain had seen Cate roll her eyes and thundered, "It is beautiful! It is the most advanced piece of scientific equipment that a genius like myself could create! I call it, 'The Implantor 3000'." Pain cackled with delight and walked around behind Cate. His cold fingertips brushed softly on the back of her neck, and Cate found herself wishing she'd worn her hair down, instead of up under her hat. Pain pressed the device against the back of Cate's neck, and she felt something sharp pressing against the base of her skull. Professor Pain began to laugh, and Cate heard the device powering up, the electrical whining from the device rising in pitch as Pain's laughter grew in volume, untill all was drowned out by his hysteria. There was a sound like "pfffffft" and an accompanying stinging sensation at the base of Cate's skull, and the device grew silent. Professor Pain continued to laugh hysterically for several minutes before his laughter became a coughing fit, and Breaker had to walk over and pound the evil genius' back soundly. Professor Pain hopped and danced over to the main control panel, and he took hold of the large toggle switch there. Looking at Cate, he pulled the toggle down. He stared at her for a minute, then said, "You're free to move around, Miss Collins." Cate looked around for a moment, then raised her gloved fingers to the back of her neck to feel the spot where she had been stung, but there was nothing there. Tentatively, she took a step down from the platform, and then another, to the floor of the Professor's lair. She looked at the diminutive mastermind and asked, "So then, am I free to go?" Pain giggled and said, 'Oh no, Miss Collins. Take off you hat and your gloves, and place them on the workbench. Then you may have a seat there and wait. You're not going anywhere yet." Cate went to the workbench, removing her hat as she walked, and she set her hat down on the workbench. She pulled her fingers from her cotton gloves and set them atop her hat, and then sat on the seat next to the workbench to wait. After a moment, she looked at Professor Pain, confusion clouding her expression. "Confused, Miss Collins?" Pain chortled. "Why don't you take off your jacket? You cannot deny me." Cate slipped her arms from her jacket and folded it, setting on the seat beside her. And then realization came to her, and her eyes became very wide with horror. "You've made me into some sort of puppet!" she cried, and Professor Pain laughed uproariously, looking up to the heavens. After a minute or two, his laughter subsided, and Pain said to her, "Yes, that's right, actually." "Now," Pain said to Cate, "We know that Action Guy should be here any minute now, and when he arrives you will be stricken and will fall to the floor. You will not answer him, and I think he will move close and bend over you. You will say nothing, nor do anything to betray me!" "Never!" Cate shouted, but inside she was afraid that she could do no less that follow the madman's instructions to the letter. "Tell me, Miss Collins," Pain said, stepping closer to her, "Do you also feel excitement at being so helpless before me, subject to my every whim and my every desire? Does that make your heart beat faster and your womb ache?" "Of course," Cate spat at him, "You're making me feel that way, you monster!" As realization of her situation had sunken in, Cate had in fact found herself becoming very aroused. She was actually feeling a bit creamy down there, and she hated Professor Pain for humiliating her so. "No," Pain said, smirking, "It doesn't work like that. You're just a slut." Cate spluttered, unable to formulate a suitably acid retort, and Professor Pain took a moment to really examine her. "You know," Pain said, his gaze settling on her famous legs, "You're really quite a tomato." He steepled his twisted fingers and looked over them at Cate, then he rasped, "Tear off your shirt!", and then his eyes shifted a moment before returning to Cate and quickly added, "And lose the skirt." As commanded, Cate grabbed the front of her blouse with both hands and pulled hard, buttons popping and flying across the room. She grabbed her sleeve and tore it from the shoulder, jerking at the fabric as her pale, round breasts swung behind her now exposed pink silk camisole. Cate continued to struggle to tear her blouse away, and after several minutes of boredom and growing impatience, Professor Pain shouted, "Oh for God's sake!! Just take off whatever's left of the shirt and then take off your skirt already!" Cate pulled away the remains of her cotton blouse and then unbuttoned her skirt and slipped it down over her hips, letting it drop to the floor. She stood, her heeled foot surreptitiously kicking her skirt under the workbench, her fingers to her lips, her underthings exposed for all to see. She wore pink silk tap pants with lace trim, a garter belt, and black silk stockings with a seam in the back. Professor Pain looked around expectantly, and then after a moment he shrugged and said, "Take of your top and show me those titties." Cate pulled the loose camisole up over her head and dropped it to the floor, then stood, shoulders back, proudly displaying her impressive chest. She was blushing furiously, the deep rosy glow on her cheeks, neck and coloring her pale chest. Her breasts were full and round, standing up firmly, her aureole were large and pink, the nipples hard and standing out stiffly. The diminutive mad genius approached Cate, taking a few steps at a time, pausing, then another few steps. His face was at the level of her proudly displayed mammaries, and when he was very close he looked around briefly before plunging his face between them and shaking his head back and forth furiously. Pulling back with a smile, he exclaimed, "I've always wanted to do that!" Professor Pain reached up and squeezed Cate's tits, holding and fondling them, his breath growing ragged. His attention turned to her nipples, and his fingers pinched them and twisted first one way, and then the other, harder, and then even harder, until Cate whined, "You're hurting me!" "I'm Professor Pain!" he shouted up into her face, then pulled his hands away from her breasts and delivered a sharp backhand slap to her right breast. Cate let out a cry of pain, and then again when he delivered a like blow to her left breast. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them together very roughly, let them drop, and slapped each one several times using the palms of his hands. Breathing very hard, Pain stepped back and straightened his smock, composing himself. Her tits were bright red and extremely tender, and Cate's tears dripped from her chin onto them. Shame filled her eyes, perhaps even more than pain. The professor regarded her, a wicked smile growing on his lips. "You little slut!" Professor Pain chortled, "You like it!" "No!" Cate shouted, shaking her head. "You're making my body react like this, you fiend!" He shook his head and said, "I told you, it doesn't work that way." He approached her and grabbed her cunt roughly through the silk of her tap pants. He ground his fingers against her hot sex, then released her and stabbed his finger between her breasts. "Your cootch is all wet!" he exclaimed, "You like it!" He grabbed the waist of her knickers and pulled. Then he pulled again, viciously. Taking a look, Pain saw that they hadn't even begun to tear yet, and he slid them down her legs to the floor, exposing her vaguely triangular thatch of thick, dark curls. Sliding his index finger up between her legs, he slipped between her wet, swollen lips and searched slowly upward until he found her engorged clitoris. He rubbed it and watched her eyes close and she turned her brightly blushing face away from him. "Bastard!" she hissed quietly, but she had tightened her ass and thrust her hips forward, pressing herself against his rubbing finger. Pain pulled his finger away, sniffed it, and wiped it on the front of his smock. He passed his hand over his bald pate, and then looked very hard at his captive slave. A few more minutes passed, and after checking his pocket watch, Professor Pain sighed and said, "Alright my dear, while we await your rescue, how about a show?" He grinned again, then said, "Gretyl, how would you like to have your cootchie licked? Cate began to shake, so filled with terror was she. Gretyl walked up to her and held her jaw, lifting it, forcing Cate to look up into the German marvel's face. Gretyl smiled and nodding, said, "Ja!" Gretyl took Cate by her arm and marched over to the workbench. She leaned back against it and spread her legs, and then lifted her skirt to display her swollen pink genitals. She had clipped her golden bush and it appeared to Cate to be in the shape of two lightning bolt stylized letter "S". Cate bent and put her lips to the woman's pussy, kissing it like it was her mouth. Driven, she began to lap with her tongue, and then she used her fingers to spread Gretyl's pussy open and began to lick and suck on the wet, pink flesh there. Like one possessed, Cate drove her tongue up into Gretyl's snatch, fucking the warrior with her tongue, and then calmed, sucking on her fat clit while she slide two fingers into Gretyl's creamy pink hole. Gretyl moaned and purred, loving the attention her cunt was getting. "God damn you to hell," Cate moaned when she paused her sucking. She nibbled softly for another moment and then continued, "How dare you make me do this? It's perverse!" Not hearing a immediate answer, Cate paused and looked at Professor Pain, whose face was bright red. He stammered for a moment and then said, 'Actually, we - er - that is, nobody actually told you to do it yet." Thunderstruck, Cate slipped her fingers from Gretyl's cunt and looked at them, shining with lubrication, her fingertips pruning slightly from the moisture. "Oh God," she whispered, and when she saw that the others were looking elsewhere, she put her fingers into her mouth and sucked them before wiping them on her garter belt. Gretyl looked down at Cate and smiled broadly. "You eat pussy now," Gretyl said, and Cate closed her eyes, surrendering to her command and pushing her mouth hard against Gretyl's snatch. "Ya, gut!" Gretyl moaned, and Cate continued to lick and to suck her pussy, placing her hands on Getyl's thighs. Professor Pain's Evil Conquest Gretyl moaned loudly, and her cunt became flooded with her cum. Cate lapped loudly, the wet slapping and slurping noises making Professor Pain turn and adjust himself in his trousers. Cate's body was red all over and covered with a sheen of perspiration, and Professor Pain said, "Okay, go ahead and stop then." Immediately Cate collapsed to the floor, her legs folded beneath her, supporting her upper body on her outstretched arms. Her head hung down as she panted and gasped for breath. Suddenly, the large metal door to the chamber rang out from an impact. There was another, and then another, and on the fourth powerful impact the door flew from its hinges and crashed loudly to the floor. Action Guy had arrived! "Action Guy!" Cate shouted looking up to him with bright, hopeful eyes and slick, shining nose, cheeks, and chin. And then, without warning, Cate's eyes rolled back into her head and she fell prone to the floor. "Miss Collins!" Action Guy bellowed, and he leaped across the room and landed on bended knee next to her. He took one of her wrists in his hand and pressed his ear to her breasts, heedless of the nearby electrical whining noise that was growing in pitch. Action Guy heard the "pffft" and felt the sting, leaping over Cate's prone body and rolling up to his feet, facing Professor Pain. The professor opened his mouth to speak, but Action Guy was faster, leaping forward to deliver a powerful uppercut. "Ow!" Professor Pain shouted, holding his bleeding mouth. "Just stand still and stop trying to hit anybody!" Pain shouted, looking at the blood on his fingers and then probing with his fingers. "I think this one's loose!" Pain whined, and then turned triumphantly to face Action Guy, who was standing still and looking very confused. "Alright, Miss Collins," Pain said, "You can get up now." Cate stood at attention next to Action Guy, defiance the only thing keeping utter humiliation from overtaking her. Breaker had removed his clothes and walked over to stand next to the leather pommel horse, his penis large and threatening. Feeling rather creamy inside after licking Gretyl, the sight of Breaker's rather impressive member was making her thighs quiver with anticipation. "You won't break me, Breaker! I'll take anything you can dish out, knowing that my hero will avenge my honor!" "You jump to so many conclusions," Pain said, shaking his head. "It's a wonder you have had any success as an investigator, really it is." Pain then said triumphantly, "Action Guy, go to Breaker, drop your pants, and bend over the padded leather thingie. Don't resist, okay?" "You fiend!" Action Guy and Cate shouted in unison. "Yeah, I know it," answered Pain, waving away the perceived compliment and smiling bashfully. Cate watched, unable to move, as Action Guy approached Breaker. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his tight brown pants down to his knees, bending at the waist to do so. Cate gazed helplessly at his firm, tight buttocks, massive thighs, and between them, obscured by shadows, the hint of his manhood, hanging down, so thick, so long... "You won't get away with this!" Action Guy shouted, pulling himself into position on the padded, leather-covered gymnasium equipment. "I will hunt you down!" Breaker moved behind Action Guy and used one huge gnarled hand to guide his fat prick, the other to spread Action Guy's muscular cheeks to expose his anus. Cate licked her dry lips, unable to tear her gaze away. "Mommy!" Action Guy whined. "Shut up!" Professor Pain said sharply, "Take it like a man!" Cate saw Breaker's ass tighten and thrust, and the room filled with the sound of a shrill scream. Breaker has buried the entire length of his monstrous member inside Action Guy's muscular ass! As Breaker began to pump his hips, driving his cock into Action Guy's rear, Cate almost swooned. She was so warm, and her womanhood so, alive! She felt at once creamy and somehow humming inside with electrical intensity. She looked over to Professor Pain, and he smirked at her. "Okay, Baby," he said softly, "Let's go." He instructed her to get to her hands and knees on the hard cement floor, and he approached behind her. She felt his cold fingers exploring her cunt and she shivered with excitement. She could hear Action Guy crying out his pain and humiliation in time with the repeated percussion of Breaker's hips slamming loudly against Action Guy's tortured ass. Cate's own cry joined the others, as Professor Pain began to viciously and energetically spank her. Again and again his hand slapped down on her soft, round rear end, sending flashes of fire through her bottom, and sparks of electricity through her cunt. "Oh yeah!" Cate cried out suddenly, "Spank my ass! Spank my fucking ass, Daddy!" The spanking stopped, and Cate looked back to see Pain looking a little sheepish. "Quite a mouth on you," he said. Horrified, she looked around to see Gretyl reading a magazine, and at the pommel horse both men had their heads turned to look at her, their expressions shocked. Breaker looked down at Action Guy's ass and shrugged, smiling, and resumed his assault. "Lie down on your back," Professor Pain commanded, and Cate hurried to comply. "Spread your legs!" he hissed at her, and again, she hurried to comply. Her pussy was aching with want, and though she had been thrust into this very perverse and disgusting situation against her will, she was about willing to do anything to find some relief. There was a crash, and Gretyl held up her hands apologetically before she stooped to pick up some things she'd knocked off of the table. When she was done she returned to her magazine. Professor Pain dropped his pants, and his prick stood out in front of him. It wasn't very long, maybe average, but it looked pretty impressive on his diminutive frame, likewise the thickness. What caught Cate's attention was that it was as gnarled and misshaped and his fingers. Her pulse quickened, as he lowered himself between her thighs, and after rubbing the head in her very wet pussy, he thrust inside her. Cate hissed and grabbed his shoulders, thinking that he felt very much like a meat corkscrew. And as he thrust his prick in and out of her, she became very appreciative of his deformity, beginning to moan loudly almost at once. The twisted little man drove his cock into her with ferocity, and his gnarled fingers grasped at and pinched her tits. But it was when he slapped her tits, the blow sounding out like a firecracker, that the fuse inside Cate was lit. She felt it burning away getting shorter, closer to the inevitable (she hoped) explosion, and then ha slapped her tits again and she cried out in pain, but felt that the fuse hadn't grown any shorter, but rather another fuse had been lit, and it too was burning down quickly. Another slap lit yet another fuse, and Cate writhed on the cement floor, moaning and whining as the fuses wound together and burned to nothing. The little man, red and gleaming with sweat, grunted and said, "Oh shit, I came." Cate blinked, her body still for a moment, and then the explosion hit her, taking her by surprise and tearing away all control. Her ass slapped loudly against the wet cement floor as she quaked and bucked, her breaths came in ragged gasps and left in loud cries of passion. And then as the force of the first explosion began to subside, but had hardly begun to release her from her ecstasy, another, slightly smaller explosion tore through her, sending her into further contortions of orgasmic delight. When the third explosion occurred, Professor Pain shouted, "Holy fuck!" and began to slam his not quite depleted member into her with renewed energy. There was a fourth explosion within Cate, after which Professor Pain collapsed on top of her, his face mashed between her breasts, and then a fifth explosion, but that one was much softer, the waves of pleasure smoother and less violent. Cate tried to stand then but couldn't. She'd pushed the dazed professor off of her and onto the floor, but her body was to shattered by her powerful multiple orgasms, and she was forced to crawl over to the pommel horse. Desperate to free Action Guy from his torture, Cate crawled between the legs of Breaker, sat down and looked up. What she saw filled her with wonder and even a tickle of desire. All at once she could see Breaker's enormous pole sliding into and out of Action Guy's tortured anus, Breaker's scrotum hanging low with his fat testicles, swinging wildly, and Action Guy's own cock and balls, the cock long and thick and hard as a steel pipe, his balls enormous but drawn up against his body tightly. She reached up and took his balls into her hand gently, and took his cockhead into her mouth and suckled from it. She began to massage the hairy sack that held his balls very tenderly, and she took more of his length into her mouth as she moved up, engulfing him in her mouth, then sucked as she sank back down, his meat pulling out from between her tight lips. She had only done this a few times when a voice over her shoulder said, "Holy fucking shit!" She glanced in the direction of the voice, firmly grasping Action Guy's cock to her cheek, and saw Action Guy's face, right behind her, watching her every move. Something hot and wet landed on her cheek, and she turned in time to briefly see Action Guy's cock fire another load of his thick, white jism across her nose and cheek. She closed her eyes then and pulled repeatedly on the throbbing cock as it fired onto her face again and again. Action Guy cried out, "I'm blowing my load all over you!" This seemed to have an effect on Breaker, who slammed his dick into the ejaculating hero's ass once more and then shouted at his own orgasm. The firing from Action Guy's cock had ceased, and Cate reached up to wipe away any that might have covered her eyes and then peeked. Her eyes barely opened, Breaker pulled his softening but still quite impressive meat from Action Guy's ass, and a streamer of liquid jism poured down Action Guy's scrotum and now soft dick, splattering wetly on Cate's face and tits. "Woooo," Breaker said, staggering away to sit down near Gretyl. She looked at him with a sneer and returned her attention to her magazine. Breaker took a pull from the warm beer on the table, then curiously picked up something and fiddled with it. Action Guy slid down from the pommel horse and pulled up his trousers. He offered his hand and helped the nearly naked and thoroughly cum covered Cate Collins to her feet, where she swayed until Action Guy put his arm around her as support. She was feeling very dirty, but satisfied as well. They would find some way out of this terrible situation, some rescue, but until then she'd be strong and do whatever needed doing. "Boss?" Breaker called as Professor Pain approached Action Guy and Cate. He waved away the summons and said, "Now, Action Guy, place Miss Collins on the leather thingie and use your fist to -" "Boss!" Breaker insisted, waving the professor over. "What is it?" Professor Pain shouted, turning to Breaker with his fists on his hips. Sighing loudly, the mad genius went over to Breaker and the two conferred. Cate looked up into Action Guy's cowled countenance and whispered, "You wouldn't really use you fist in me, would you? Action Guy shook his head and said, "If I have any choice at all, Miss Collins, I will do nothing to disgrace you." "Uh, people?" Professor Pain called, approaching them with an uncomfortable smile. He clapped his hands together and announced, "I guess you two can go now." "What are you talking about, villain?" Action Guy growled, making a fist. "Well, ah," Professor Pain began, and after a pause he sighed and said, "The control device broke about thirty minutes ago. Nobody has been under anyone else's influence for quite some time. Apparently it fell and well, it broke." "Prepare to be destroyed!" Action Guy shouted, and Professor Pain cringed. "I'll see you in prison for this?" Professor Pain smiled and said, "For what?" "Kidnapping!" Action Guy shouted. "You pressing charges, Miss Collins?", Pain asked. "You want this story in the papers, do you?" "No," Cate said very quickly. "Not really. I'm okay letting bygones be bygones, Action Guy." "You can't mean that!" Action Guy yelled incredulously. "Well I for one - " "Want this story spread far and wide?" Pain interrupted. "Er - No," Action Guy admitted. "So then," Pain said, "You two can leave now." Action Guy stood over by the ruined door to the laboratory and waited as Cate went around gathering bits of her clothes that hadn't been ruined, and putting them on. It took several minutes of looking before Breaker located her lost skirt, under the workbench. Now dressed and holding her jacket together to hide the fact that her blouse was missing, Cate walked toward the door, Action Guy, and her freedom. "Hold on, Miss Collins," Professor Pain called quietly, and she stopped and waited as he nervously approached. He ran his hand over his misshapen head and cleared his throat, then said, "I really had a nice time with you this afternoon, and I was wondering if maybe you would be free on Saturday night? About seven?" "Never you fiend!" Cate said loudly, leaving no doubt as to her hatred of the scientist. He shrugged, and began to turn away, but Cate glanced over and saw Action Guy was distracted. She tapped Professor Pain's shoulder and mouthed, "Call me," then hurried to join her hero.