Author's note:
This is version 3. I edited it once for inconsistencies, continuity errors and really embarrassing editing mistakes, but I've since finished working out the world and its rules and its point, so now I've gone back to retcon things, basically. Or, to prevent myself having to retcon later. Or something.
Original note:
It's amusing when you notice you miss-typed "villainous", like a villain, as "villainess," a female villain. Freudian slip of the fingers. A villainous Villainess.
Now: If you have not been following this series: don't start now. Go back to the beginning and read through. It will make no sense otherwise.
If you have: This is not the resolution. Evolution, exploration, contemplation, philosophosation, but not resolution. There's at least one more of these in me yet, and I only hope it's lubed when it comes out.
Now, the standard disclaimer:
This is a parody. It is a spoof. It is, not to beat about the bush, written in a spirit of sarcasm, mockery and gleeful parody. It has evolved and become more serious with the passage of time, but anybody who was expecting a conventional superhero story will be disappointed.
It also contains what I hope are some running threads of titillation and some hot sex, with vacuum pumps and electricity and Really Big Things.
I just don't want you thinking I'm being serious about the traditional "super" genre, that's all.
I do hope you enjoy it, though.
As always, I welcome feedback via comments or the contact forms, anonymously or not, accompanied by gushing praise, suggestions, accusations of taking the piss, or naked photos of adoring female fans.
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The Engineer planted his feet wide and stretched his arms out, posing, a chiselled, Michelangelo statue of perfectly proportioned manhood.
"Like what you see?" he asked, his voice preening, gloating and seductive.
The three mostly-dressed girls on his bed barely noticed his handsome jaw line, almost noticed the spread of his shoulders, realised the perfectly balanced proportions of his abdominals but mostly stared, transfixed, at his Heroic—more properly, Villainous—cock.
The two lying curled on each side of the bed, facing inwards and stroking the girl in the middle, had looks of remembered lust and eager anticipation on their beautiful faces. The one in the middle, lying on her back and almost, perhaps, held down by the slightly distracting caresses of the other two, bore a look of mingled shock, disbelief, giddying lust and stark terror mixed with gleeful anticipation.
She had short, spiked brown hair and was wearing panties, a leather bra and enough traces of glitter and makeup to suggest the bra had been all she was wearing above the waist to begin with.
The two flanking her were wearing identical vinyl and fishnet fetish versions of the classic French maid's costume. The girl with short white hair had peeled the top of hers down past her firm, conical, pink-tipped breasts. The one with long and red-streaked black braids had hers pushed up to show her vinyl G-string, askew, and fishnet suspenders.
The Engineer had decided to christen his decision to stay in this city by sending two of his servants out to a fetish club to find a girl for him to play with. It had only taken them an hour and that was only because they had wanted to dance and put on a floor-show (greatly applauded) first.
The girl they had found, whose patched leather pants and army-surplus boots hadn't even made it into the room, had been playing with a sweatily submissive man before gravitating to watch the floor show, and had responded to "Would you like to have sex with us and a Villain?" With "Fuck, yeah!"
They had managed to start undressing her in the Engineer's hastily-constructed secret underground railway car while she was attached to the breasts of the short-haired maid.
She had begun groping under the skirt of the other one as they staggered into the room and collapsed on the bed before the Engineer had halted proceedings by walking in, fresh from a shower, and dropping the towel from about his waist.
"Fuck me," the guest said, awe in her voice, unable to take her eyes from the eye staring back at her from its enormous, engorged, head.
"Oh, please fuck me!"
The maids giggled and the Engineer, dropping his arms, began slowly walking forwards.
"I could not deny such a lusty woman," he said. "But I think you're a little over-dressed."
She didn't have a chance to move. The maids pounced on her, one pulling her panties down her legs, revealing a bush trimmed into a thin line above a piercing, while the other pulled her up to undo the latch on the back of on her leather bra.
She had small but firm breasts tipped with fleshy and also pierced nipples.
The Engineer's eyes lit up. "Piercings! My favourite! Where are my manners? I am the Engineer. You are, my darling?"
She giggled. "I'm Felony," she said, fighting back laughter as the two maids latched onto her nipples and began sucking.
The Engineer's lips quirked.
"Oh, I don't know," he said. "But I'm sure we could think of something."
He stepped onto the end of the bed, straddling Felony's naked legs and looming above her.
"You know I'm a Villain," he said, slowly reaching one hand to his enormous cock and stroking it, his fingers not meeting around it. "And one of my powers is, my cock is a drug."
Felony's eyes lit up. "Do I snort it, drink it or inject it?" she asked, her fingers toying with the maids' hair as they continued to suckle on her breasts.
The Engineer grinned wickedly at her, wondering why he was always so lucky. "Whatever you like, my dear," he said.
"Hey girls, let me up!"
The maids abandoned her nipples reluctantly and pulled her upright, leaving her kneeling in front of the Engineer, reaching around to cup and slowly rub her saliva-slick conical breasts as they all three stared, two adoringly, one awe-struck and all three hungrily, at the giant cock in front of them.
Felony reached out and grabbed it, her hands not making it all the way around the rock-hard silken circumference. She stuck her tongue out and licked, slowly, up the front of the winged head, probing the slit on her way past.
Even though there wasn't even pre-cum beading saltily at the tip, the taste of him made her head spin, the rush to her womb making her giddy in ways she hadn't experienced but which made her desperately eager to do whatever it took to please him.
She stretched her jaw open wide and wrapped her lips around his head, squeezing the shaft with both hands as she unconsciously tried to make it smaller so she could even have a hope of swallowing it all.
Her normal aggressively possessive lust was becoming furry in her head, mixed with a desperate and wholly unfamiliar desire to please him, to do whatever he wanted. It was only an itch, secondary to her own need to prove she could manipulate him by doing the best damn job possible on his cock, but it was growing slowly while her attention was wholly on mashing his slightly spongy flesh inside her mouth.
Unknown to her, he was subtly reducing the thickness but not the length of his cock, and so she popped his flanged head past her lips with a feeling of immense personal satisfaction mingled with growing joy to have pleased him.
She worked him deeper into her throat, swallowing bit by bit, squeezing him, angling her body differently to make access easier, tasting him, breathing in his intensely masculine scent, the growing glaze in her eyes chronicling her slow but unstoppable descent into complete subservience and slavery.
"Good girl," he crooned, his maids giggling and pinching Felony's nipples, making her twist her breasts into their grip. "Relax and swallow and soon I'll give you a drink and everything will be so much better when you're completely under my control."
The last remaining bit of her brain wondered about that, but getting him all the way down her throat was so much more important.
She finally managed it, her throat bulging, and slowly pulled back.
The maids pushed their heads in on each side, kissing and licking the sweat-slick shaft as it emerged from her stretched lips.
"Now," the Engineer said fondly, brushing his fingers over Felony's spiked hair, "you're not to cum until I give you permission, okay? But you are to stay so aroused you're close to cumming. Moan if you understand."
With her mouth nearly free, Felony moaned around her penis gag, eyes fluttering closed, the flush on her chest deepening as the maids began more energetically pinching and rubbing and pulling on her nipples.
With both hands gripping his base tightly, Felony began to work him in and out of her mouth and throat, the fit so tight she wasn't worrying about trying to use her tongue, the pressure inside her already enough.
"Hmm, that's it, Felony. Make me cum and be my slave."
She no longer had enough will left to worry about what he said, or even to notice it. She was desperate to please him, and pleasing him meant making him cum, and so she was desperate to make him cum.
As her lips and throat settled in and became more comfortable she began moving faster, desperately eager to finish but frustrated by her own body's limitations. The Engineer, enjoying her desperation but quite willing to move on to other things, relented.
He began pulsing in her hands, driving her on to greater efforts, until "Pull back, little girl!"
She pulled right back but kept his head between her lips as he spasmed briefly and shot into her mouth, keeping the volume as low as he could to avoid damaging her human body.
She swallowed, desperately, and smoothly went from fuzzily lacking in her own will to completely and utterly subservient to his.
She swayed as his influence took complete hold of her mind, popping off the end of his cock, her lips aching sweetly and streaked with his cum.
Her hands went slack and her eyes vacant, and then cleared, returned, the full force of her personality returning but now worshipping him utterly.
A grin twisted her lips, widening as she stared up at him. "Oh, please tell me how to serve you, Master," she whispered.
The maids giggled, clapped their hands and kissed each other passionately underneath the Engineer's still erect shaft.
"You can help these two undress," he replied, his blood singing with the old joy of taking another slave. He never got tired, even when there was a pre-arranged, strictly limited time-frame on their slavery. Slowly the guilt Sable had inspired in him was wearing off. He was playing by the rules but adding his own honour as well. And since in most stories merely being greedy was villainous, so be it. He would greedily and selfishly build the best damn functional, high-tech, happy city he fucking well could.
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The Engineer quietly walked out, leaving all three women, sated, satiated, replete and wet inside and out, sleeping the sleep of the completely exhausted and comatose, so many orgasms having wracked their human bodies they had no energy left for consciousness.
He belted a robe about his waist, feeling satisfied inside and between his legs for the first time in more than a week. It felt as though a year's worth of frustration had been resolved and he was on top of the world. Despite taking all his staff with him, he just hadn't even considered fucking them until now.
He felt so good about that he considered pulling all the security footage and settling in for a nice evening of highlights.
A brief chime surprised and intrigued him. That was a message alert, and there was only one person left who could possibly be messaging him.
He almost jogged to the control room, where he ordered a martini from his ship while he settled in his command chair and pressed the answer button.
He nearly sprang fully erect again as Sable appeared on screen with a towelling robe off her shoulders, supporting her naked breasts on her arms and pouting at him.
