"Time to wake up, sleepy."
Nick Casten, under other circumstances known as the Freezer, groaned and opened his eyes. At first the glare of light blinded him, and when he tried to shield his eyes, he realized he couldn't move his arms.
He came fully awake in a flash, starting upright, only to discover he was bound firmly to a heavy metal chair, and no matter how he pulled he couldn't even loosen those bindings.
Giggles met his struggles and he turned sharply towards the voices. Smudges resolved, and he found himself sitting in a surprisingly well-appointed room, with walls painted red and trimmed with Grecian arches of gold. Lamps interspersed about the room glowed dimly, wrapping his surroundings in a sensuous gloom. Rich drapes hung heavily from the walls, framing paintings of utterly debauched and oddly pastoral scenes.
"So glad you're awake," said one of the smudges, further resolving into a horribly beautiful and very familiar face. She stood nearly a head tall than him, dressed in a tight latex unitard that did nothing to disguise the sheer heft of her breasts. Bigger than basketballs, they strained the tight fabric, her nipples obvious, along with the studs that pierced them. Her hair was curly and brown, and from her head rose two pointed cow horns. A woman of middle years but not lacking in beauty, a domino mask framed her warm eyes, while her arms and legs were firm with muscle.
"Minotaura," Nick said recognizing his long-time enemy at once.
"In the flesh. And hardly alone."
"Quite right," said a second voice.
He swung his attention to the next figure, whose green skin stood out starkly in the room, along with the vines that were her only clothes. Flowers bloomed along the vines and from her hair, her body sensuously beautiful, utterly naked, and utterly tempting.
"Pollena," Nick said.
"And not just her," said a third voice. "But me as well. But surely you could tell."
Nick craned his head around and grit his teeth. A third woman stood not far, her body vivacious, entirely clad in dark rubber that swirled with strange red patterns that drew the eye, shimmering and rolling, her eyes the only thing visible of her face, and they were red with long lashes and sharp brows.
"Spira," Nick said. He looked at the three again in turn, feeling the chill of alarm work through him. "What is this?"
"Do you remember anything?" Minotauria said.
Nick winced. He did, but little. His tracker had picked up a burglar's alarm at the Museum of History and he'd hurried over. He found a broken window, dropped in, and then a shutter had slammed shut behind him. Pink gas had filled the room, and then... nothing.
"It was a trap," he finally said.
Pollena clapped. "Well done," she said mockingly. "You were always quick, hero."
"Quick enough to catch you," he said.
He saw her lips purse.
"Now now, he's right," Minotauria said, holding up her hand, the motion sending her breasts wobbling in her tight leotard. "You did capture all of us at one time or another, Nicholas. Or should I say, Freezar. But this time, we have the drop on you. And we intend to make sure it doesn't happen again."
"Then kill me and get it over with," Nick snapped.
Laughter erupted from all three, further confusing him.
"Kill you! Oh no. That would be far too easy," Pollena said.
"Very right," whispered Spira, her arm draping itself over the back of his chair, her head ducking near, her resonating voice a whisper that shivered through him. "We won't kill you, hero. You've been too much of a pest for that. Instead, we have a plan for you to pay us back."
"As my rhyming compatriot says," Minotauria said as she moved closer, her massive breasts wobbling in her tight spandex. "You've been a thorn in our side for too long, Nicholas. And we intend to fix that. But killing you would be such a waste. Oh yes," she breathed, reaching down, stroking his leg, sending shivers up his spine, her hand gliding higher, cupping his bulge. "Such a shame indeed..."
Nick sucked in a breath. Despite the danger, he was unbelievably hard. Not surprising. The trio before him were the loveliest foes he had faced. He glared at Minotauria.
"You're going to try and brainwash me again, aren't you?" he said, smirking. "As if you haven't tried and failed before. Or did you forget how I escaped your Maze of Menace and freed all your milk slaves?"
Minotauria sighed, tilting her head and resting it in her palm. "Yes, you did. And I was very upset with you about that."
"And Pollena," he said, looking to the glaring green woman. "I remember your pollen from when you tried to turn those venture capitalists into your brainwashed love toys. A pretty scent, but I got through it fine."
"Hmph!" Pollena snorted.
He glanced over his shoulder at the swirling figure of Spira, her outline all woman, her interior a swirl of reds and blacks. "And Spira? I thought you'd be smarter. Or did you forget how I smashed your Screen Slaver before its spirals could enthrall the city?"
"I didn't forget, do not fear. But I will have revenge, my dear."
Nick snorted, then gasped as Minotaura gave his cock a squeeze through his pants, gently fondling him. "Exactly," the busty cowgirl said. "You have bested all of us before, and overcome our various mind control techniques. But that made me think, Nicholas, darling."
"Wh-what?" Nick said, uneasy at the gleam in her eye as she leaned in closer, smiling widely.
"How effective would our techniques be... all at once?"
Nick's eyes briefly widened, then narrowed. "I'll never give in," he bit out.
"Oh?" Minotauria said, withdrawing her hand. She reached up, her fingers hooking in the straps of her leotard, her eyes hot and smile mocking. "Shall we find out?"
She tugged the straps down from her shoulders, and without the barrier, her breasts fairly burst into the open. Nic couldn't suppress a gasp. Her breasts seemed even bigger than before, their slight sag only emphasising their fullness, the barbell studs in her nipples gleaming like gold.
