He stood beside the machine, testing the manacles and various attachments on it. He smiled with anticipation, having plotted his revenge for nearly 3 years. They had foiled his plans then, though they did not know it. Now, at long last, he would take his revenge on them and let them know who it was who had beaten thm. It would be the icing on the cake to see their fear and helplessness, right before he made them his slaves forever.
His name is known only to himself, but he is known among select members of the criminal underworld as The Pharmacist. He is a genius in the areas of chemistry and pharmacology and has made large sums of money creating exotic drugs for the Mafia and others. Always preferring to remain in the background, The Pharmacist would teach the druglords' chemist how to make his designer drugs, for a healthy fee of course.
Now, at the age of 34, he had retired from such a hazardous profession with his anonymity intact. The Pharmacist now devoted his time and energy to the object of his revenge, the capture and enslavement of The Femme Fatales. These 5 heroines had ruined one of his greatest money making schemes, setting back his planned retirement by nearly 5 years. After a great deal of experimentation and hard work, he had developed a drug and procedure that would make them his slaves. As all five of them were gorgeous, there was a very nice aspect to it besides the sweet revenge.
His first target was Amber, a buxom blonde with the power to generate energy fields and channel them. She could short circuit a radio or blow holes through walls. She was a formidable adversary, but was the key to the next phase of his plan. Having studied the heroes for some time, he knew their strengths and weaknesses very well, and had laid his plans accordingly. Amber's particular weakness was art.
The Pharmacist put his plan into action upon the completion of his machine, using some of his immense wealth to set up a new art museum. He made sure that Amber was invited to speak at the opening ceremony as she was a well known collector in the art world. He licked his lips slightly as he watched her speak, his eyes traveling slowly up her 5'8" frame, from her long shapely legs on up to her full firm 36C tits. He grinned as he thought of how much fun he was going to have with those beauties! He smiles as he looks at her lovely face, thinking "Soon you will be mine!"
Amber watched the man approach, eyeing him warily as he smiled and nodded to her. He was a fairly plain looking man, about 6' tall and rather on the lean side. His eyes were grey and his brown hair was somewhat shaggy. She quickly decided he was no threat and smiled and nodded back.
"I like Picasso and Raphael's works myself, but some of these newer artists aren't too bad," He said.
Amber nodded, "Are you an artist yourself?"
"No," he said, "merely a collector. I understand that you are an aficiondo yourself."
Amber laughed, "Yes, I guess I am."
The man smiled and held out his hand. "My name is James. Perhaps you would like to view my collection sometime. I have quite a few pieces I think would interest you."
Amber shook his hand and asked "Anything of note?"
James smiled modestly and shrugged. "I have some works by Picasso, as well as a Ming vase and some Pre-Columbian pieces as well." He grinned inwardly as he watched her eyes sparkle with interest.
"When could you show me?" she asked. "I could show them to you today if you like." he offered. Amber nodded. "Excellent. I'll follow you."
He led her outside and unlocked his Porche. "I can give you a ride if you want." She laughed, then used her powers to slowly rise into the sky. "Why ride when you can fly?" James laughed and opened his door. "I see your point. Follow me."
He hopped in and started the car, then took off. Amber soard up above him, keeping pace with the Porche. The Pharmacist pulled into the driveway of his modest mansion, admiring Amber's form as she landed. They walked inside and he gave her a brief tour.
"Very nice." she said.
He smiled and shrugged. "I made quite a bit of money on the Dot Coms, but got out before they collapsed."
He led her into the kitchen. "Want something to drink? I have iced tea, juice or spring water." "Iced tea please." James took down 2 glasses from the cupboard, one of them treated with a powerful sedative. He poured teas for them both and handed her the glass. "Cheers."
They drank and he led her into his art room. He pointed out various pieces to her, glancing at her from time to time. He noticed her eyes start to glaze and told her he'd be right back. No sense hanging around in the room where she might get suspicious and react before the drug kicked in.
He left the room and went downstairs, unlocking the hidden door to his lab. He walked back upstairs and into the room, finding Amber unconscious on the floor. He lifted her in his arms and carried her down to the lab. He laid her down on his machine and stripped her naked, then attached the specially designed manacles to her wrists and ankles. He then took a syringe filled with his new drug and injected her with it, then sat down and waited.
Amber slowly came out of the fog as she awoke. The first thing she realized was that she was naked. Then she realized she was strapped down to some kind of metal table. She tugged helplessly against her bonds, then tried to generate the energy necessary to shatter them. Amber was horrified when nothing happened.
"Your powers are useless to you now." a chilling voice said. The naked heroine turned her head and saw James sitting nearby.
