Bondage Jane Ch. 01

Hello there, I'm Jane, Bondage Jane, an interdimensional traveler sent back in time on a mission to save my homeland by stopping a mad scientist from creating an army of mutant super soldiers.

Before my story begins, there are some things you ought to know about the doctor who destroys Imperial Island.

Chapter 1: Genetic Scientist

Ensign Franky did not join the Outland Metro Extent Navy out of some misguided sense of patriotism, nor did they join out of desperation to meet their basic human needs like most people did.

Franky was not most people.

Franky was a genius and genetic scientist, who heard about a miracle drug called Deus X.

The drug claimed to be an extract from a strange plant called the Kludde. It promised human mutation which was hitherto unheard of.

Keep in mind now, Franky had no way of knowing what Deus X truly is. The naive scientist had not yet even figured out how the twinkling stars in their night sky are actually other realities in our sundered multiverse.

That's one of the strange truths about the city sized shard of existence known as Metro city. The people living within are far too focused on their lives to realize that their whole world ends just a few miles outside the city limits.

Franky could not possible have known that Kludde is an omnivorous alien plant, a hyper intelligent hive mind species, highly evolved to replicate and dominate every life form it encounters. Perhaps if the doctor had visited one of the many shards of existence which are overgrown with kludde and fought against entire ecosystems completely controlled by brain infecting spores, well maybe that would have made them think twice about enlisting.

All that Franky knew though, was that a newly developed drug had incredible human mutation potential. They heard tales of people growing cat ears, wings, tails, and any other things that seemed like a dream.

Those stories came from other shards of reality, of course, ones where Deus X is manufactured and sold. No one was roaming the Metro city streets with their own kitty ears or wings. Not right meow anyways.

The only group in Metro with any access to Deus X was the Outland Metro Extent Navy.

OMEN controls all exports and imports from other realities. They keep the truth of Metro hidden from her citizens.

Word got out though, about the genetic super soldier trials.

Franky literally leapt at the opportunity.

The young scientist wasn't interested in enhanced muscle strength, night vision, regeneration, rapid reflexes, or any of the standard perks for participating in the super soldier experiments. What Franky truly wanted was the power to give people anything that they desired in their pants.

Franky's science degrees and genetic research expertise gave them an easy way in to the Deus X mutation trials. There they quickly became a lead scientist, by hypothesizing and demonstrating how external and internal stimuli can influence which regions of the body mutate and how.

Things were going pretty good for the genetic scientist, until suddenly they weren't.

Ensign Franky was dishonorably discharged after just 5 weeks of service. Official documents claim that Franky was abusing the Deus X super soldier experiments in order to grow a 4 pronged prehensile penis.

That was bullshit, and everyone knew it.

OMEN knew about the quadracock from the moment it started to sprout. They also knew that they were effectively sentencing Franky to death.

It takes a 3 month supply of Deus X to safely wean the human body off the drug. Otherwise the heart beats faster and faster, trying in vain to pump enough Kludde cells through the blood stream to fuel its own ongoing mutation.

I believe that OMEN has covered up more than enough sticky messes to know exactly how that ends.

Fortunately for Franky, they stashed a stock of pills in a sock for emergency situations. Plus they managed to get a bottle from a sympathetic lab assistant.

It was not enough to last 2 weeks.

Franky fought for their life at a court of appeals. They showed the judges clear evidence that their own mutation did not break any OMEN bylaws. They explained their certain death without the drug, showed scientific proof, even begged and pleaded for a lifesaving supply.

It was hopeless.

The judges were deep in the pockets of Michael Pinolva. He decided the outcome of this case before the discharge paperwork was written up.

Michael Pinolva was the 1 and only metro civilian with any access to Deus X. He was hardly a civilian, more like a king. The man owned half of Metro, a fact that he tried to hide from his voter base. Look closely though, at the deeds in each and every city area, and you will find a subsidiary of Pinolva Industries.

Half the cops, judges, and military officers in this little shard of existence are his lackeys. The other half know better than to try to act against him.

Franky was frankly disgusted by the idea of ever working for Pinolva. They knew that he was an awful slimeball of a man who abused his power and position as governor to push through cruelly misogynistic and homophobic laws. They knew that they might never forgive themself for helping him in any way, but they didn't hang up on his phone call in the middle of the night.

The desperate scientist listened all the way through Pinolva's proposal.

He had Deus X. Their supply was dwindling down to 0.

Halfway through the call, a heavy feeling settled in, a hazy sort of dissociation, like it was all too much, too overwhelming to even think about. The exhausted scientist could only zone out and stare, barely aware of the words or when they stopped as the dial tone of an ended call droned on.

The phone slipped slowly from Franky's grasp, tumbling and turning round and round in the air, seeming to drop down in slow motion, all the way down to the tile floor.

Crack!

A damaged screen was the least of Franky's worries. It just added on to the overwhelming pile of swirling thoughts going round and round inside that over stimulated head.

"That was a completely unfair trial! Why now?! Everyone knew about my quadracock. And now this! Pinolva? ewwww. But I need the Deus X. I can't believe it really worked."

Dues X had really worked! That 1 thought helped Franky hang on to a tiny shred of hope as all the worries and all the fears seamed to swirl around and merge into a stormy cloud of unresolved anxieties and questions looping back upon itself like an endless knot of twisted thoughts going round and round in that confounded head.

"Can I really work for him? Do I even have a choice? Only 2 pills left. I won't last another day. Did Pinolva know that my stash was about to run dry? How?!"

Poor Franky was lost in overwhelming worries that seemed to endlessly loop back around upon themselves, feeling louder every time, as unresolved questions led to more questions, and instead of answers everything just seemed to somehow get more twisted and complicated like a cacophony of unthinkably overwhelming thoughts.

Eventually, the exhausted scientist decided that the only thing they could do was try to relax and drift back to sleep.

They couldn't help but hope that in the morning when they woke, the last 3 months would fade away like a forgotten dream. It all seemed like a terrible nightmare. So maybe, just maybe in the morning they could open their eyes, forget it all, and then go back to their boring laboratory job from before enlisting.

Franky's four pronged cock was still there in the morning.

So were all their problems.

At least they were wide awake now. It was easy to think through the options and quickly come to the only conclusion. With a heavy sigh Franky prepared for their first day at Pinolva Industries.

"Maybe I can outsmart him," Franky hoped, "Get in there for 4 months, wean myself off the drug, and leave before his experiments reach completion."

This plan was quickly crushed by Franky's new lab partner, Igor.

Igor had a solid understanding of mutational genetic recombinetics. He was book smart, but lacked hands on experience with Dues X. Igor didn't know how the plant inside the drug evolved the host, how it adapted to overcome challenges and utilize the environment. Nor did he understand the limitations of the human body.

None of Igors initial subjects survived mutation.

That's why Franky got called in. Nobody else was capable of making the monstrous creatures Pinolva desired. This realization renewed Franky's hope that they might stall the experiments long enough to escape without creating something they would forever regret.

Igor proved to be too smart for that. He watched Franky's every move and quickly learned the skills to carry on the experiments alone. To make matters worse, Igor was a staunch Pinolva supporter.

Franky felt like they had no choice except to see the research through to completion and try to take as much control over the project as they could.

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The thing is though, my mission briefing didn't mention any of that.

All I knew is that Franky created a vicious mutant army and led the invasion which destroys Imperial Island.

That's why I was sent to metro city, injected into the timeline back before the research was complete.

My first instinct was to get the scientist alone and use my special skills to extract some information.

I followed their blue sedan, all the way down from the eastside docks, to a quiet neighborhood by the southern shore.

Their car had a tail, a black SUV, driven by a man in a suit and dark sunglasses.

He parked and watched the apartment building from across the road. His parking space on the corner gave him a clear view of the entrance, but he never saw me coming.

I followed Franky, quiet as a shadow, in through the front door and up the stairs.

My mission held upmost importance, but I must admit to being momentarily mesmerized by their beauty.

They had hair the color of autumn leaves, and long long legs that led up to a round and bouncy bottom. It looked luscious in a colorful summer dress. I could watch those delightful cheeks jiggle up the stairway all night long if they hadn't gotten off at the fifth floor.

I watched silently from the shadows, already dripping with excitement as Franky walked seductively down the hall. My heart beat faster as they stopped at the fourth doorway on the left and slid their key into the lock.

With a long sigh Franky finally let themself relax and let go off all that tension, embracing the familiar comfort of home.

"Very good," I thought. They hadn't noticed me yet.

I made my move the moment those lovely legs stepped through the door. In a single fluid motion I rolled in and captured my prey.

Franky didn't suspect a thing, not until they turned and bolted the lock.

Click.

"What the fu-" they exclaimed, noticing that their wrist was unexpectedly handcuffed to the door knob.

That's when I pinned their back to a wall and silenced them with a deadly stare.

"Listen here," I demanded in a slow commanding tone. "Cooperate and I just might let you live. I know all about your genetic research, and I'm here to stop to your vicious army of mutant monsters. Now give me one good reason not to end your research here with your life."

Their expression changed as I spoke, from panic and fear to something positive. Hope maybe? Then it slowly settled into lust.

The beautiful doctor gasped bouncily when I threatened their life, drawing my attention down to their bountiful chest and the hardened nubs of arousal poking forth.

Were they trying to seduce their way out of my cuffs?

It takes more than a hot pair of tits to outwit Bondage Jane.

"Igor," Franky spoke frantically, breaking the silence. "lab assistant, will continue research."

"Oh really," I replied, "and where can I find your lab assistant?"

"Not my lab," Franky explained "Forced to work there. I will help you shut it down."

That was news to me. The last time I saw Franky, they were leading a mutant army on a path of destruction through my home world.

I had expected them to be rich and powerful enough to own their own genetic lab.

Someone with that kind of money though, would never live in this apartment. Plus the sign above the lab had read "Pinolva Industries".

The pieces of this puzzle were finally fitting into place.

It seemed like someone else was in charge. It also seemed like the scientist was willing to cooperate.

"Good girl," I said, confused by a lustful pair of double D breasts. "Now tell me everything."

"Oh I'm not a girl," Franky explained, pressing 3 of their crotch bulges against me. "And what makes you think that you can just tie me up and get me to talk without a single spanking."

"Sorry," I apologized, wondering what exactly I was feeling in their pants.

I let the silence linger for a moment as I fantasized about riding atop the gorgeous doctor. I wanted whatever it was that they held pressed against my thigh to slide up into my needy pussy and take me right here in the hallway.

But first I had some interrogating to do.

"What can I call you?" I continued, "and more importantly, which of my torture implements will make you talk?"

That's when I opened up the left side of my leather Jacket, revealing a small wooden paddle, a red flogger, and a bamboo cane.

Franky's eyes stared needily at my paddle. I could tell they wanted it bad. Their heartbeat quickened and the bulges down below firmed up against me.

"You can call me doctor," they answered in an obstinate bratty voice. "Paddle me all you like. I'll never betray the secrets of my evil boss whom I loathe working for."

That really got me going.

There's nothing I love more than tying up a brat and spanking them into submission. This brat was really asking for it, and I was about to give it to them hard.

I pulled out the paddle, slid my smooth hard wood under Franky's dress, and pressed it firm to that fine behind.

Their breathing quickened as I pulled back to strike.

"What if I call you painslut instead?" I asked, punctuating the question with a firm Thwap.

"Eep" They blushed bright red, and nodded yes.

"Now tell me, who's this evil boss of yours?" THWAP. I hit them harder the second time.

"Oh fuck!" they exclaimed in a gasp and moan "Oww, oof, Okay I'll talk, It's Micheal Pinolva."

"Good painslut" I Thwapped them gently. "Now lead me to the bedroom, or someplace comfortable where I can interrogate you thoroughly."

For a moment I hesitated, wondering whether it was wise to unlock my titanium alloy cuffs.

The doctor was a transformed being. I could feel that against my leg. They might already have super strength or other powers that could match my own. What if this was just a sexy ruse to escape my restraints?

That was a risk I was willing to take. I freed Franky from the cuffs and let them show me their intentions.

They walked that gorgeous ass towards the bedroom, emphasizing every delightful swing of the hips, back and forth, like a horny submissive showing off how needy their ass was for my paddle.

"Before we begin," Franky turned to face me. "I have a few questions for you. What's your name? And why are trying to stop the genetic research?"

"My name's Jane," I explained with a wink and a nod. "Bondage Jane. I'm a Deception Delegate from Imperial Island, agent Double D 7. My home land was destroyed by your creations, and then I was sent back in time to stop you."

"Oh shit," They replied with look of disbelief. "Is there anyone else here from your world?"

Unfortunately, I had no one who could confirm my story.

"Possibly, but I don't know where or when," I replied. "Your monsters destroyed our temporal lab just after I crossed through. I did see Thighlock run for the portal just before the explosion but I don't know if they made it."

Franky's look of disbelief intensified when I spoke the name of my fellow Deception Delegate. Then they shrugged and crawled up onto the bed, wiggling that fine piece of ass in the air.

It was time for a paddling.

I crept up close beside the bed and cupped my hand around those soft sensual cheeks. With a flick of the wrist I made their panties drop.

That's when I first laid eyes on that wonderful quadracock. It was like four little snakes that slithered and flopped. They grew bigger before my eyes and I could barely contain my need to feel those tendril cocks THRUST deep inside me.

This was my interrogation. I needed to take control, so I squeezed tight on Franky's ass and dug my nails in gently.

"I have ways of making you talk," I whispered in their ear "Let's start at the beginning. Who is Micheal Pinolva?"

Franky turned and gave me an 'are you serious' look.

"You really are from another reality aren't y-"

THWAP!

I cut Franky's question off with a swift paddle strike to the ass. Mmmm damn I love the way those naughty cheeks jiggle when I hit them just right.

"I ask the question here!" I explained with another THWAP.

"Eep," They squealed in delight from the stinging sensation. "He's the governor, and richest man in town. The awful scumbag owns half of Metro city, and he's a self righteous prick about it. I thought everyone knew th-."

THWAP!!

"Why are you working for him?" I demanded.

Then I smacked that tender ass three times before they could open their mouth to reply.

"Deus X," They finally answered through a whimpering moan.

I could tell their ass was red and sore already, so I pressed my paddle firm and rubbed it slowly back and forth against those cheeks. Then I grabbed hold of their hair and leaned in close again.

"Tell me more," I whispered "What is Deus X? Explain it to me or I'll make your ass BURN bright hot red."

I couldn't help but look down and appreciate the way that Franky's cocks all stiffened and throbbed at my threat. They were fully erect now, and slithering lustfully about.

"It's a drug, duh" they mocked me, waggling their bratty ass in the air.

Thwap. THWAP THWAP!!

I swung harder, really nailing that ass with the good hard pounding I knew it needed.

"Tell," THWAP "Me" THWAP "More" THWAP I demanded, delivering a good hard beating.

Franky moaned and cried out, but I kept on hitting them hard enough that they could not form a cohesive word.

Down below, 2 of their cocks coiled around one another, rubbing and oozing precum onto the bed.

Oh fuck I wanted to feel them fill me up inside. I'd even let them fuck my ass at the same time if they wanted to. But it wasn't time for that, so I kept on paddling hard.

"Mutation drug" they finally managed to speak. "Need it to survive. Get my daily dose at the lab."

"Good painslut," I spoke in my sexy dominant voice.

Then I set my paddle down to let those red hot cheeks chill off.

With a grope and a squeeze I grabbed hold of that squishy bottom, caressing my fingers up and down as heat radiated forth.

I could tell that they wanted more. Their ass was just getting warmed up, and Franky had plenty of secrets to share.

"Are you ready to talk?" I asked. "Or does your ass need another lesson about what happens to naughty brats."

"A lesson?" Franky replied, with a playful wiggle. "I thought you were supposed to be learning what I know, not the other way around. Who's interrogating wh-"

THWAP!! I swung my paddle hard

I'd had enough of their bratty antics. It was time to teach this painslut to behave.