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SCI Stories, Book 2
🕑 Added 2019-05-01 19:17:22 +0000 UTC
Book 2 – Caged Tigress
Prologue – Fallen Victory
There was something profoundly satisfying about taking an opponent and reducing them to a devoted slave. It wasn’t just about beating a foe. That, on its own, was a pleasure, but it wasn’t the true victory. The true victory, the greatest escape, was in taking your enemy and corrupting them to the point where their very existence was a lie and affront against their old life, and they happily and obediently kneel before you to continue their life of service.
Any idiot can destroy. It takes nothing but raw power to defeat a superhero. Whether you capture them, slay them, or break them so thoroughly they can never again take up their mantle, it is all the same. It is a simple application of power and strategy.
Creation, though, is an art form. This is true for any art, of course, but when you break down a person’s mind (some would say their soul), and mix and match, patching things together with new material, new wants, desires, and traits… Well, it could be called the highest act of creation imaginable, save only those people who can literally conjure matter from thin air. You are literally taking a living, breathing person, and recasting them in your image, taking everything about them and making it into a new piece.
At its most basic, that is where the creation ends, a child’s stick figures and caricatures. Simple pieces that can be beautiful, in a minimalist way, and convey the proper idea, but are without true merit. I, however, am no mere caricature artist! When I took Victoria and reshaped her into Vicky, I deliberately changed things in such a way that the changes appeared organic, so that no one who looked at the landscape of her mind could tell where her true self ended and my works began.
Vicky Jenkins, formerly Victoria, and known as Lady Victory, knelt at my feet, alongside Natalia Espinar, the Succubus Queen. Together, they looked up at me in wide-eyed adoration, a top-tier superheroine and a street-level supervillainess joined together in worship of their Master. As one, they paid homage to my spear, each moving to take it in their mouth in turn, even while the other licked my balls. I did not tell them to do this, they came up with it on their own, in hopes of pleasing me with their service.
My staff slick with their saliva after their ministrations, I smiled down at the two slaves, and reached out with one hand to stop them. “Good girl.” Both girls moaned in pleasure as the trigger in their subconscious hit them with a climax out of the blue. Looking down at them, I commanded, “Play together, now. And do not stop until you have each cum at least twice upon the other’s tongue.”
As the grateful girls turned to their pleasures, I looked to another member of my super-powered harem. Onyxia was a shifter, capable of impressive feats in her human form, but when she transformed into her draconic form, she was truly a force to be reckoned with. I reached out to grip her by her well-muscled backside, and guided her into my lap. She took her place with all the grace of a hunting cat, and smiled widely as she slid herself down upon me.
She was another of my better finds. A minor supervillainess before she crossed my path, she had been known for a series of brawls with local supers. While she was far from stupid, she had been obsessed with her powers, drunk on the feeling of physical might that they gave her. She was little better than a junkyard dog, constantly seeking out challengers to prove her worth against.
Onixya was, in those days, a typical example of the animalistic supers. Big on physical strength and ability, but her mental defenses were nonexistent. It took me only a moment to break into her mind and seize control of her. Like a puppet, she followed me to my apartment, and I set about reprogramming her. I did not need to be as careful and circumspect with her, as I had with Lady Victory, since she had no friends who would miss her. I was able to do everything in a single session, molding her into the perfect slave.
That was almost four years ago, now, and Onyxia had been with me since then. She no longer felt the compulsion to prove herself to the world in physical combat, which allowed her mental talents to shine through, while I trained her sexual talents. She proved to be quite the tactician and strategist, being as quick a study for that as she was for the carnal arts.
As the pleasure of her initial thrust down upon me faded, she began to grind her hips on mine, a steady rhythm that was designed to bring me pleasure, while still keeping the pace to something that would allow it to continue as long as I desired it to go. This was perfect, as I needed the ebony-skinned beauty’s mind as much as her body at the moment.
“How go the plans for the next phase?”
Onyxia moaned on top of me, as she proved to not be immune to the pleasure that she was giving me. “Master, things are proceeding according to plan. Soon, the next obstacle in your way, keeping you from dominating the city and creating a place where supers can exist in harmony under your rule will fall.”
“Do you think that she will join us? She is not like our little Lady Victory here, a broken toy that had to be repaired into something useful. She is likely to put up far more resistance than Vicky did.”
“Master, do not doubt your powers. She will fall, because she is too trusting. She is not a villainess, like I was. She doesn’t think like a villain or act like a villain. She doesn’t know how to catch the betrayals before they come. The shock of betrayal will paralyze her long enough that you can secure her. And, once you have your fingers in her mind, there is no woman that could resist following you wherever you would lead.”
“Very well. Then, lets go over the plans for Tigress once again.”
