Rise of Dr, Akitomi Ch. 06

She held her shirt up above her breasts as she slowly started to lean forward, gradually moving her breasts closer and closer to the Mayor's face. His hands began to tremble again, and slowly he started to slide them up her body. Still she moved her chest closer to his face.

His hands reached the bottom curve of her breasts. He slid them up onto them, cupping the bottom of them in both hands. He gave them a gentle squeeze, as if he feared they were but an illusion that would disappear in his hands. He started to slide his hands up their round curve, taking their full size into his open palms.

Her nipples had grown hard in the open air. She shifted slightly so one of her nipples was pointed right at the man's mouth. She then leaned forward more till it pressed up against his mouth.

He opened his lips just enough to take her nipple into his mouth. His tongue reached out and touched her hard nub, licking and beginning to tease it. He felt it grow harder in his mouth. He groped at her tits, sucking at her nipple with hungry abandon now.

American Dream let the Mayor play with and suck on her tits. She simply stood above him, holding her shirt up and smiling. She didn't even object when he reached down with one fumbling hand and began to unzip his pants. She let the old pervert jerk off while he played with her tits, knowing it was a small price to pay for getting everything she had always wanted.

In fact, after a couple of minutes the Mayor's clumsy, selfish pawing at her breasts began to get her excited. "No reason I can't enjoy this too," she thought to herself. She grabbed hold of the man's shoulders and began to turn his chair so that it was facing away from his desk. She then reached up into her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, using her fingers to spread her lips open.

She straddled the Mayor, lowering herself down onto his cock while keeping her breasts in his face. When she felt his manhood press up against her body she shifted so his cockhead was pressing against her opening. She stopped for a moment, savoring the feel of the firm warmth of his cock pressed against her moist hole.

American Dream waited till the man began to moan as if he was in pain from not being inside of her, only then did she press down with her body and take his manhood into her. She then wrapped her powerful legs around his chair and began to ride him, fucking him harder than any woman probably ever had. She kept her breasts in his face, flinging her long blond hair through the air as she bounced up and down on his lap.

She laughed in pure joy and moaned in pleasure along with the man under her. All women with an active P-Gene liked fucking, liked sex. But American Dream, she liked fucking MORE than even most of those women.

And whereas most other superheroines half feared giving in to their body's urges she didn't. Most other heroines had to deal with the power draining effects of sexual climax, but that was not a concern American Dream had. Sure, an orgasm still drained her powers, but American Dream only ever came when SHE wanted to. She had perfect control over her body. She only came if she wanted to, and as such she could fuck as much as she wanted without worrying about losing her powers. And unlike other heroines, who tended to be orgasm obsessed, American Dream fucked simply for the joy of fucking.

It was clear to her when the Mayor was nearing climax. She didn't much want to feel his cum leaking out of her pussy for the rest of the day, so she slid off his lap and got down on her knees before him, calmly taking his cock in hand and jerking him off. She sat up straight, pressing her tits out and inviting him to finish on them. He obliged, groaning and spraying his load all over them. She leaned over and gave his cock a little kiss, knowing the small act would feel amazing during the heightened sensitivity of the man's post orgasmic bliss.

While the Mayor recovered from his orgasm she stood up, grabbing a tissue from a nearby box and wiping her chest clean. "There we go," she said with a smile. "More than I bet you ever imagined you'd get form me." She walked around the desk and grabbed a pen, holding it out to the Mayor. "Now sign the paper."

The paper was signed before he had even bothered to put his now limp dick back in his pants.

* * *

As American Dream came out of the Mayor's office she was busy adjusting her costume. Giantess and Southern Bell sat patiently waiting for her, eager and expectant looks on their faces.

"Any progress?" Southern Bell asked in her southern drawl.

American Dream stood tall and smiled. "Ladies, you are looking at the leader of Destiny City's first official super team." The two women jumped to their feet, squealing in excitement.

"Congratulations," Giantess said. As she started to speak she realized she had started to grow in her excitement and had to shrink back down to her normal size. "You have the funding you wanted? Complete control over the team? Guaranteed assistance from the police?"

"Everything I wanted and then some," the blond heroine said, glowing. "And before either of you even ask, yes: you're both on the team." At this both women began to bounce up and down squealing in girlish delight. "Okay, okay, calm your tits. We still have a lot of work to do. We've got the funding for a full team, but on the stipulation that our first act is to try and take down Dr. Akitomi. That means we're going to need a lot more heroines."

"Do you have anyone in mind?" Southern Bell asked.

At this American Dream rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Raccoon Girl has to be first up on the list." The other two heroines looked mortified. "After all the press she got for being the only one of the rescue party to escape we don't have a choice! She's the darling of the press right now and I think both the mayor AND the papers would put up a stink if we didn't enlist her first."

American Dream paused, a devilish smile appearing on her face. "Thing is, I bet she's not smart enough to know that. I say we have some fun with the furry little freak, make her try out for the team. Make it fun for us and hell for her!"

* * *

Swap.

Swap.

Swap.

The sound came at a steady, repetitive, predictable pace and echoing through the nearly pitch black room.

Swap.

Swap.

Swap.

In between each of the fleshy slaps came a small cry, the sound halfway between a moan of pain and one of pleasure.

Swap.

Moan.

Swap.

Moan.

There was a third sound in the room. A low pitched buzz, the sound of a sex toy vibrating inside of a woman. It was slowly building in intensity.

Swap.

Moan.

Bzzzzzzzzzz. Louder and louder.

Kick Girl was secured to a metal device. Her hands were up above her head, her wrists secured tightly together around a sturdy metal bar. Her legs were spread wide open, making an almost straight line. But her torso was leaning forward, the metal bindings around her legs and waist forcing her ass out and up.

She was naked, her pussy bared to the room of torture she had been in for the last few hours. Jammed into her exposed sex was a high tech sex toy, one that had used small metal clasps to bind itself to her body. It was an IntelliTek Bitch Tamer, an insidious device that once inserted into a woman could not be removed until it disengaged, which only happened once she passed out. Until then the device would repeatedly work its victim to climax over and over again, usually to the point that they passed out from physical exhaustion from too many orgasms.

Her cunt was dripping with the juices of her arousal and past orgasms, but it wasn't the sensations of device in her pussy that mainly filled Kick Girl's mind.

Swap.

Moan.

Bzzzzzzzzzz. Louder and louder.

Swap.

Moan.

Bzzzzzzzzzz. Louder and louder.

The device behind her was whirling round and round, the appendages attached the circling cylinder flying through the air and striking her ass over and over again. At the end of each appendage were two leather flaps each perfectly lined up with bare ass cheeks. Over and over they were slapping Kick Girl's perky little ass with loud "swaps" that echoed through the room.

Each slap stung, the repeated slaps leaving her ass raw and red after the last few hours. But with each sting of pain came pleasure, pleasure that confused the young heroine.

She moaned after every slap, tears running down her face as she fought off another fit of sobs, knowing the Bitch Tamer would soon work her to yet another orgasm. The drugs they had given her kept her awake, but each orgasm still drained her body. She didn't know how much more her body could take. "Please," she begged, unsure if anyone was in the dark room to hear her. "Please, no more! My ass can't take any—"

SWAP.

Her voice was silenced as another moan of confused pleasure and pain was forced from her body. The moan dragged out into a long wail as the Bitch Tamer worked her to sexual climax. Her body convulsed, the forced orgasm making her feel utterly powerless.

It was all too much. Too much pain. Far too much pleasure. Her tired and exhausted body finally gave out and she went limp.

The buzzing stopped. There was a moist sound as the Bitch Tamer detached from her body and fell out of her cunt, clanging loudly as it landed on the metal floor below her.

No more buzzing. No more moans. But still the swap, swap, swap.

* * *

"Explain again why you decided to try this device," Emma asked Dr. Akitomi as they watched the night vision enhanced display of the dark torture room.

"I had thought her sensitive breasts would be the key to breaking her, but I was wrong. I decided to target other parts of her body, starting with that perky little ass of hers," the Dr. Explained.

The swapping sound was dying, the spanking machine winding down as it was turned off. "It seems to have brought her to the breaking point. But now what?"

The Doctor smiled. "Now we try something different. She's felt the stick, next she tastes the carrot."

* * *

As Kick Girl began to regain consciousness the first thing she was aware of was the most delicious taste in her mouth. It was sweet, yet heady and bitter. It tasted like candy and sex and some other bitter taste that was familiar but that she couldn't place. The amazing taste was flowing into her through her mouth, warming her body. She could feel a warm, relaxing orgasm overtake her body as she woke. It weakened her, but felt so nice that she didn't care.

Time passed. She drifted in and out of consciousness. Every time she woke she'd taste pure bliss then feel a warm orgasm spread through her body which weakened her and made her pass back out. But each time she managed to stay awake longer, experience the bliss of the taste longer before fading back into the blackness of unconsciousness.

Finally she managed to stay awake long enough to begin to get a bearing on her surroundings. She was lying on her back, her head resting on something soft and warm. Something even softer was resting on her face. It felt warm too, but moist and sticky. It nearly covered her face, might even have been suffocating her if not for the hand that lifted it up away from her nose. But another part of the large, soft thing on her face was in her mouth.

She couldn't open her eyes to confirm it but slowly Kick Girl began to suspect an overlarge breast was resting on her face and that she was sucking on its nipple. Every now and then the hand would pull the breast away from her face, pulling the nipple out of her mouth. There was then a squelching sound. After that the breast was placed back on her face, the nipple inserted back into her mouth.

All the same, over and over except then the nipple would be covered in something. Something wet and slightly sticky and that tasted like pure bliss. She'd start to lick at it, greedily sucking it off the nipple in her mouth.

Kick Girl still couldn't open her eyes, she was still too weak for that, but she was managing to keep the orgasm her body wanted to explode with at bay. Her mind was slowly clearing. The breast she was sucking on was huge, if not for the hand holding it up it would surely envelope her entire face and suffocate her. She knew of only one woman with breasts that large: Top Heavy.

The next time she pulled her breast away from Kick Girl's mouth to smear more of the delicious fluid on her nipple Kick Girl gasped her friend's name.

Top Heavy made a calming shushing sound. Kick Girl heard the sound of something being set on a nearby table, then as the freshly covered nipple was placed back in her mouth her friend began to run her hand through Kick Girl's hair. She continued to make calming sounds, allowing Kick Girl to suck her tit clean of the bliss juice.

Kick Girl suddenly began to struggle as she realized what she was sucking off the woman's tit. Top Heavy made no attempt to hold her in place, simply letting the leggy heroine roll off her lap and onto the floor. Kick Girl's limbs shook as she struggled up onto all fours, forcing her eyes open and looking up at Top Heavy.

"Not right..." she said weakly. "None of this... all wrong... what are you making me lick off your tit?" She asked the question even though she already knew the answer.

"Not making you do anything," Top Heavy said sweetly. "You were enjoying it. You want more, I know I do." She held up a bottle full of a thick, yellowish fluid. She squirted a smattering of it onto her finger and licked it off. As she did she closed her eyes and shuddered in pleasure. "Soooooooooo good," she moaned, her massive breasts jiggling fluidly as her body convulsed from a small orgasm.

Kick Girl wailed in despair. "That's the semen from that dreadful creature!"

"Yes," Top Heavy said. "But the flesh beast isn't here. Just me, your friend." She got down on the ground with her. Kick Girl could see that the outfit she wore was built so that her breasts hung free. Seeing this she remembered, she remembered everything.

"No, get away! They got to you... corrupted you. You're not the Top Heavy I knew; you're not a heroine anymore!" Kick Girl began scrambling backwards on the ground away from her.

Top Heavy slowly crawled after her, her massive breasts dragging on the floor as she did. "If you run away you can't have any more of this," she said, stopping to hold the bottle of bliss juice up.

Kick Girl stopped, a sudden intense pain shooting through her body. She needed more of the bliss juice, she was certain of that with every fiber of her being. Needed to taste it. Needed to cum from tasting it. Needed to feel the high that only that perfect fluid could give her.

She began to crawl back towards Top Heavy, crying as she did. "Please, just make it all stop..."

"It will, you just have to admit who and what you are. Admit you're like me, that you ENJOY this. That you want to fuck all day and that you want to serve my master and his glorious cock. If you do you can have all the bliss juice you want, can even help me harvest it."

"No," Kick Girl said. "Never... I'm not like you. I don't want the bliss juice; don't want the life you're living." But as she spoke she crawled back to Top Heavy, took the bottle from her hands and began squirting the fluid into her mouth.

She fell to the ground, her body convulsing as the drug made her cum. She rode the waves of pleasure for a few moments, then her tired and exhausted body gave out and she passed out again.

Top Heavy looked up to the camera in the corner of the room she was in. She smiled, stroking the hair of her unconscious friend. "Soon," she said to the camera. "She's almost ready for me to fix her, make her understand how she SHOULD be. But she needs to be a little more broken before she's ready to accept our way of fixing her."

Dr. Akitomi's voice filled the small room via a hidden speaker. "If physical pain and massive amounts of pleasure aren't breaking her we will have to try something else. Perhaps a heavy dose of mental and physical humiliation with a touch of sexual stimulus to keep her drained of any powers?"

Top Heavy continued stroking her hair. "I think that sounds perfect."

* * *

"I... I don't understand," Raccoon Girl said nervously. She was standing in the middle of large private gym, totally naked. She had her legs crossed, her big bushy gray and black striped tail wrapped around her body and covering her privates. She had her arms awkwardly placed over her perky full breasts, her hands hiding her nipples from the three women staring at her. "How is this going to prove I can stand up to those creatures that evil doctor has?"

American Dream let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Because it will show us that you can think while your furry little pussy is being stimulated."

The other two heroines in the room, Giantess and Southern Bell, giggled at this. Almost every woman with an active P-Gene lost all of their pubic hair when their powers activate. As such Raccoon Girl's fuzzy gray bush was a bit of an oddity amongst superheroines.

"Okay..." Raccoon said slowly. Bashfully she unwrapped her tail from around her body, revealing that she had a small sex toy pressed against her pussy, held in place by a few straps extending from it out around her thighs and up over her perky ass. The clear gel sex toy was shaped like a butterfly, with a silver egg shaped object within it. "So, what, I have to like show you I can still fight and stuff after you turn this butterfly on?"

"Yup," American Dream said. "I've got the remote right here, so I can turn it on whenever I want. And it fits on you just like a pair of panties, so you can do just about anything and it won't fall off you. You just got to run through the obstacle course we set up for you while I turn it on and off."

Raccoon Girl's face flushed red. "Yeah but... but the creature's jizz—"

"UGH!" America Dream exclaimed, interrupting the shy heroine. "We KNOW. You've been telling everyone who will listen! But we have to know you're not totally worthless if the Doctor sends something at you that get's at your little cunny. Like those robots that chased you out of the air ducts."

"Yeah... but they had more of that yellow cum in them too! That stuff makes you cum right away and—"

"Enough! I'm in charge of this team, and I say you have to pass this test or you're not on the team. And if you're not on the team you don't get to help save your friends."

"Fine," Raccoon Girl said, defeat in her voice. Her bushy tail twitched and swished back and forth in agitation. "But all it's going to do is vibrate on my clit, right? It's not, like, going to sneak anything into my pussy?"

With a roll of her eyes American Dream said, "Yes! Now let's get started, you're not the only one we have to test today!"

"Okay... fine... but do I have to do this naked?"

American Dream walked up to her, a cold, angry look on her face. "No more questions," she said. She loomed over the short Raccoon Girl, standing over a foot taller than her. She pointed at the start of the obstacle course. "Start it now or you're OUT."

With her tail still twitching and swishing behind her Raccoon Girl turned from the intimidating blond and began to head to the start of the obstacle course. She looked over her shoulder and waited for American Dream to give her the signal to start. Once she did she took off, running at the first of the obstacles.

It was a large ramp and she easily ran up it, moving impressively fast. Once she reached the top she leapt into the air, easily jumping through a large hoop suspended from the ceiling above it. She landed in a ball, rolling forward and springing back up onto her feet.

Before her was a long line of wooden beams, all held up at different heights. She was supposed to run through them all without knocking any of them off over. She took off, leaping over some, ducking under others and diving between some. Her tail almost knocked one over, but she used it to right the beam before it fell.