Mr. Ruthless
**Note & Notice**
This is a supervillain story ostensibly about brainwashing superheroines. However, it takes a long time to actually get to that point. For this series you should assume there will be non-consensual sex, loads of dubious consent, and references to non-consensual sexual activity in the series.
This story also contains gay content, cuz Ruthless will fuck anyone.
There's also some violence.
If you are looking for a regular clip of sexual content, this series has got that. If you're looking for
normal
sexual content, well... less of that. If you are looking for a bizarre story that for some reason plays with the conceits of sex stories on this site in an almost meta way it... also has that. For some reason.
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Chapter 2 - Devil's Dance Floor
9 Months Ago
Ruthless sat at the cafeteria and ate the vegetable protein slop that accounted for meals in the metahuman prison he found himself in. Another shitty day in this god-awful place that he helped design. Somewhere O. Henry was laughing his ass off.
A muscular man, approximately six and-a-half feet tall, approached his table, and he knew his day was about to get worse. Whatever this was, it was probably inevitable in a place like this, but that didn't mean he'd enjoy it.
He drank from his cup to empty it, bit down on a tooth which released a liquid into his mouth and spit the fluid back into the cup.
"Hey, hey, if it isn't the big shot himself," he big man grinned. "I always hoped to catch up to you in a place like this, without your powers." His villain name was Krock the Rock, which Ruthless thought simultaneously reductive and stupid. His skin was scaly, not stony, and he didn't even have crocodilian teeth. He was mostly just a big lunkhead. The last time they met, Krock had been employed by him, and part of the employment contract stipulated that under no circumstance was he allowed to
eat anyone
. Ruthless literally had to write that clause into the contract, and yet, somehow not shockingly, he broke it. Ruthless left him to take the fall, and he'd taken it personally, apparently.
Ruthless swirled the liquid in his cup and pretended to drink. "This isn't going to go well for you Krock." If it hadn't been Krock, it would've been
somebody
, but it felt better to permanently remove someone affectionally named 'The Metahuman Cannibal' from the board.
Krock put his hands on the table and leaned close to Ruthless. "And how's a smart bitch like you think it's gonna go?"
Ruthless smiled. "With you quite literally begging to die."
Krock laughed in his face. "No powers dumbass! All that's stoppin me from shoving my big rock," Oh, clever, "Into your bitch ass is your scrawny ass arms."
Ruthless threw the cup of liquid in his face.
Krock grinned, then stood up and laughed. He looked around at the prisoners that had gathered around and laughed harder. The prisoners, male and female alike, were probably thrilled with the idea of lunch and a show. But as Krock played to the crowd, it gave Ruthless the opportunity to stand and grab his lunch tray. Krock turned just in time for Ruthless to slam the edge of it against his cheek. It cut a small bloody mark on his skin and drew a drop of blood.
Krock laughed again. "Oh, it's on now little bitch, I've got five minutes before the guards show up, and I'm gonna show your ass..." he stammered, "Exactly..." He put his hand up to his face, which contorted in pain. He then bellowed, a sound that unpleasantly rose in pitch until it was a scream.
The other prisoners stepped back.
Ruthless grimaced at the unpleasant sight of a man in so much pain that he pissed himself. "Yes, I imagine you will regret how long it will take for anyone to come to your aid. Especially given they'll want hazmat suits first."
Krock let out another high-pitched scream and collapsed to his knees, then writhed in the urine under him. Ruthless walked over to his head, careful to step around any wetness, and looked down at the weeping, screeching man.
"I told you it wasn't going to end well."
Krock convulsed and managed to squeeze together two words out of his chattering lips. "K-k-kill.... meee..."
"No." Ruthless dropped the tray on the ground next to him, then turned and walked toward the showers. Before he reached the hall, a small, green-skinned form skittered up to him. He furrowed his brow in confusion. "Tierjunge? I thought you were... Aren't you in the League?"
Tierjunge smiled, "They cancelled my membership."
"Unfortunate. It wasn't that long ago that there wasn't a League, I'm sure you'll land on your feet," Ruthless tried to walk away but the young man jumped in front of him. Although was he a man? He was soft and curvy, not to mention his face looked very feminine. He wondered if he just iced someone's sugar daddy and sighed. "I knew they were pressed for space, but surely there's a juvi-"
"I'm twenty-two," Tierjunge laughed, and rolled his eyes in exaggerated gesture. "Besides, I think we could be pretty good friends-"
"I doubt it," Ruthless gently put his hand on the femboy's head and pushed him aside and headed to the shower. He had to get everything
on
his skin
off
his skin, sooner rather than later. He'd hate to end up like Krock.
Present Day
Ruthless hated bars like this, where lawyers would go to get drunk after their cases. Of course, one would assume if the legal system made the participants feel good, they wouldn't need to get blind drunk every night to do their jobs. But it didn't, so they did.
The Bureau of Metahuman Affairs had Prosecutors that handled their cases. In theory anyway, since most of those Prosecutors were political big shots, the actual caseload fell to the Assistant Prosecutors. The Federated States system
was
better than the old ProAm system of 'treat them like normal criminals' since that, of course, meant they mostly went free. Once the League started a few years back, it meant the heroes were easier to separate from the criminals. Unfortunately for most metahumans, the Bureau had almost no oversight.
As it turned out, for Ruthless' plans to work, it needed to entirely lack oversight. So, he couldn't curse the system
too
much.
He watched Meredith leave the spot at the bar near BAP Shelly Klaus, who had spent the night drinking quietly by herself. He was glad this wasn't going to be an unpleasant assignment. Dark brown hair flowed down onto her shoulders and framed a honey-toned face. She even seemed rather shapely, though on the small side.
Meredith had no doubt dropped some not subtle hints that there were no quality men at this bar. What the BAP could not know is that the reason all the men were avoiding her was because Meredith had sprayed a pheromone in the area that men hated.
Ruthless had never gotten anything like his formula to work on men, but that didn't mean he hadn't experimented. He let Shelly stew for a while, until she had a look that told him she was about to bail.
As Shelly turned away from the bar, Ruthless approached with a smile on his face, which he turned into a frown. "Helloooh, I didn't mean to interrupt you." Oh, fucking hell, the
smell
. The smell made him want to puke. Meredith must have
really
laid it on thick.
"Oh," Shelly fumbled in her purse for her wallet, unaware of any malignant odors. "I was just uhm... Paying my tab."
"Well, I just looking for some quiet conversation, and you struck me as quite the conversationalist." He paused a moment while she thought of a reply, and then added, "Though, I
was
considering ordering a drink. I could get two. "
Shelly smiled and put her wallet away. "Sure, why not?" She turned back to the bar as Ruthless set next to her. "So, who're you with?"
He pretended to not understand, though he noticed she asked for his credentials before his name. "With?" He looked at the bartender. "Brora, neat, still water side." The bartender nodded and looked at Shelly.
Shelly gave Ruthless a coy smile. "This is a lawyer bar, c'mon." and to the bartender. "Another cosmo."
Ruthless laughed. "Ah, of course. That explains why my lawyer actually likes to meet here. I have a casual meeting with my legal rep from time to time." He shrugged. "My names Reginald, I'm actually with an NGO - Humanity Is Human." It wasn't
entirely
a lie. He actually did fund them, a couple of subsidiaries down.
Shelly seemed to consider that. "The... human rights activists?"
He knew her words were meant to thread a needle. He had to make it agreeable. "Oh, well, it's not really about that is it though? I mean, we're just looking for equity with metahumans. Things should be level, that's all."
Shelly nodded, "I know. It's so hard for anyone to see that but, you know, we work our asses off and then someone literally swoops in..."
"Yeah," Agree, then change the subject, to make it seem like he's looking for a good time, "But work's for the working day." After his drink was delivered, he poured a little bit of the water in before he raised his glass to hers. "To a good night!"
"To a good night, Reginald," she toasted him and took a sip.
He gave her a wide, warm grin. "Please... call me Rex."
Ruthless locked the door behind them in the small bathroom, designed for single occupancy, before he turned back to Shelly. She hiked up her skirt, and he dug his fingers under the waistband of her pantyhose and curled two fingers into her wet pussy.
Shelly grabbed onto his shoulders and kissed him. He grabbed her around the waist with his other arm, and she lifted her leg onto his hip. He shoved her up against the wall for balance, and she humped against his hand.
She broke the kiss a moment, and gasped, "I've never done anything like this."
Ruthless grinned and ground his palm against her clit as he drove his tongue into her mouth. That was definitely a lie she just told, and he wondered when he would call her on it. She devoured him with kisses, sucked on his tongue, and panted frantically. She gripped his shoulders, and bit her lips to quiet the scream what wanted to escape her, as she came on his fingers.
He lowered her to the ground, on her knees. She panted as he pulled his cock into view. She gasped quietly, "Oh my god," and then took the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked him as far as she could, before she started a back-and-forth rhythm. She closed her eyes and groaned, as she gripped the base of his cock with a hand.
