Rise of Dr, Akitomi Ch. 06

She was nearly at the end when American Dream held the controller up and pressed the button on it. Raccoon Girl squeaked in surprise just as she leapt over the last beam. She sailed over it, but tumbled as she landed. For just a moment she lay on the ground, her body convulsing as she rubbed her thighs together. But then she righted herself, standing up awkwardly as the device vibrated up against her clit.

American Dream clicked the button on the control again, turning the butterfly off. Even from across the room the three heroines could see how Raccoon Girl's posture changed once the device was off.

Giantess leaned in and whispered into American Dream's ear. "She's actually doing really. We might need to think about making some of the other potential team members do a test like this. If they couldn't do as good as this loser we won't want them on the team, will we?"

Raccoon Girl was making her way across a series of pits filled with large plastic balls, swinging across them on ropes that hung from the ceiling. American Dream turned on the butterfly while she was in the air between ropes and watched as the clitoral stimulation made her body tighten, throwing it off balance and sending her into one of the pits below.

The three heroines laughed at the sight, but Raccoon Girl was soon crawling out of the pit and leaping up at the next rope. American Dream left the toy on, wanting to see how she'd do with it on for a prolonged time. To her surprise Raccoon Girl was able to get through the rest of the obstacle course without any more mistakes.

When she was done Raccoon Girl came up to the three heroines, walking awkwardly with her thighs pressed together and her tail once more wrapped around her body to cover her privates. She was moving her hips from side to side and squirming in discomfort while she chewed anxiously on one of her fingernails. "Can... can I please take it off now? Or... Oh! Ugh... or at least could you turn it off!"

American Dream watched her squirm for a few more moments then turned the toy off. "You passed," she told her. Giantess and Southern Bell did their best to hold back their laughter. They'd agreed to never tell Raccoon Girl how unnecessary the test had been.

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When Kick Girl had next woken she found herself in a whole new world of humiliation and torture. She woke naked, but her body oddly contorted with strange apparatus attached to her and her arms secured behind her back. Her captures had placed her in a well lit hallway with a mirror before her, allowing her to see what was being done to her.

Two large cleaning brushes were attached to her breasts, a leather strap running around her torso holding them tightly, painfully in place. Her arms were pulled behind her back, her wrists bound together with another leather strap. Another leather strap was wrapped around her stomach, the bindings on her wrists attached to this and ensuring she had no use of her arms at all.

She woke laying face down, her body resting on the large brushes under her. Her legs were unbound, allowing her to push herself about on the floor, all of her weight resting on the brushes pushing painfully into her breasts. Adding final insult to her indignities was the fact that she was unable to speak as a red ball gag was strapped tightly into her mouth.

After she had taken in the sight of herself she became aware of a full figured woman dressed in a short blue dress standing behind her. She had no idea what the woman's name was, but she had gathered that she was Dr. Akitomi's number two.

"Ah, finally awake," she said with a disturbingly pleasant tone in her voice. Kick Girl tried to say something but it only came out as a muffled mumble through the ball gag. The woman standing by her cupped a hand to her ear and leaned towards the heroine. "Sorry, dear, but I didn't understand you," she said then laughed cruelly.

She bent over and lifted a large metal bucket up, then tipped it out, spilling soapy water all over the floor in front of Kick Girl. After setting the bucket back down she pointed to the wet floor, then pointed at the brush's under Kick Girl. "Use your tits to scrub this floor clean," she said with an evil smirk.

Kick Girl glared up at her defiantly. The woman crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" The heroine mumbled something unintelligible at her. Calmly the woman reached into the front of her dress, pulling something out from between her breasts. It was a small vial full of thick, yellowish fluid.

As soon as Kick Girl saw the bliss juice a need to ingest it so intense it physically hurt her spread through her body.

"You want this?" she asked, shaking the vial above the heroine. Kick Girl moaned and nodded that she did. "Then work for it. Scrub."

Groaning in painful desire for the bliss juice Kick Girl began to do as she was told. She was able to use her knees and feet to push herself forward and in circles, the thick brushes under her breasts scrubbing the wet soapy floor under her as she moved about. Every few minutes the woman would carry the bucket further down the hallway, dumping more of it out. "Here," she'd say, pointing to the newly wet patch of floor.

Kick Girl had never done anything as humiliating as this, but she was more than willing to keep going if it meant she would eventually get another taste of the bliss juice. More surprising was the fact that the humiliation intensely turned her on. She managed to keep her ass and pussy high in the air and away from the soapy water on the ground as she pushed herself across the wet floor, but a half hour in her pussy was dripping wet from the kink factor of how humiliating the process was.

The woman noticed this, making a tutting sound. She lifted her foot, placing the tip of her boot in Kick Girl's wet slit and pressing in slightly. The heroine moaned in pleasure, ashamed of how she pushed back against the shoe and rubbed her pussy up against it. "With your dirty little pussy dripping juices all over the floor behind you I might have to make you double back and do it all over again. Now get back to work you little slut." She pushed the heroine forward by the cunt, laughing madly as she did.

Whenever the bucket of soapy water would run out the woman would disappear for a few minutes, returning with it refilled. Slowly she led Kick Girl down what seemed like an endless maze of hallways. They were metal and cold and left her feeling claustrophobic.

Occasionally men would pass them. They were all dressed in matching jumpsuits, all of them looking like they were busy. Some carried boxes, other strange weapons. One group even passed her pushing a cart with a stasis pod in it, its chamber full of some kind of writhing mass of slimy green vines.

Eventually one of them stopped, standing behind the heroine. Kick Girl couldn't see him as she worked on scrubbing the floor under her, but she could feel his eyes on her back end. She knew he was ogling her exposed pussy. "Hey Boss," he said nervously to the woman standing watch over Kick Girl. "Could I... Uh... Have a quickie with this one?"

Kick Girl looked up at the woman. She smiled down at her, keeping eye contact with the heroine as she spoke to the man. "Of course. All you have to do is ask. And after your done fucking her I want you to spread the word. All anyone has to do is ask and they can fuck her."

She was so worked up and turned on from the humiliation that she began to cum as soon as the man entered her from behind. Her body went limp, but he kept firm hold of her waist holding her ass up as he squatted behind her and fucked her hard and fast.

Once the man had had his way with her and left word spread fast. As she continued to scrub the hallways clean minion after minion came to fuck her pussy. Her cunt was oozing the cum of countless men, and the woman reveled in making her turn around and scrub the cum leaking out of her pussy up. Before long her cunt throbbed from overuse yet every time a man grabbed hold of her body and entered her she pressed back into him, moaning with pleasure. It felt so good to be taken this way... to be used and abused so. It made her feel so sexy, so fulfilled. Like it was natural. And if she behaved, let the men fuck her, she'd have more of the bliss juice...

She came. And she came more. And she came till she was so weak she couldn't push herself forward any more. She had to fight to keep her eyes open. Still her legs weakly kicked behind her as she tried to move her body forward. She had to keep scrubbing the floors, had to keep letting the villain's minions fuck her, had to earn her next dose of the precious bliss juice.

Finally the woman got down on the floor with her. She took the ball gag out of her mouth and lifted her face up, pouring the vial into the heroine's open mouth. As soon as it touched her tongue her mind melted. It was pure ecstasy. A long, soft, intense orgasm erupted from her loins, spreading through her whole body. As her exhausted body gave out she had one thought. "This is bliss..."

* * *

Kick Girl had no idea how much time had passed. She didn't even remember waking up. She was lying in Top Heavy's lap again, the woman's bliss juice covered tit in her mouth as she sucked it clean. Top Heavy also had one hand on Kick Girl's pussy, her fingers lightly stroking her there. Gently and lovingly she caressed her pussy.

"Admit it," she said to the woman lying in her lap as she continued to finger her. "Admit you love it. Give over to the desire to live your life for this, to greedily take in as much sexual pleasure as you can. To serve Dr. Akitomi, to do whatever he says whenever he says. Embrace the perversion that fills you. Embrace what you were meant to be."

She waited for a moment then lifted her breast away from Kick Girl's face. "Yes," the heroine gasped. "I admit it; this is what I was meant to be. I want to be with you, be like you. I want to serve my new master."

* * *

Kick Girl stood at attention next to Top Heavy. She was dressed in the same outfit as Top Heavy: black leather with short sleeves and flared skirt, the front of the outfit missing so her breasts hung free for all to see and touch.

Dr. Akitomi was inspecting them. "Very good, very good," he was saying as he rubbed his hands together happily. He looked from woman to woman. "Now, I know you two have been enjoying your time together, but for the next few days you are going to have to be apart." Both women looked sad, but neither object, he was their master after all.

"Top Heavy: you are going to be visiting a prison near Megatropolis. There is a man imprisoned there who first informed the authorities of where my old base was. I want you to pretend to be the heroine you once were and infiltrate the facility under the guise of needing to interrogate him for more information on my whereabouts. Once you have him alone for the interrogation earn his trust, convince him you've become infatuated with him then break him out. Make it convincing. Then, bring him to me so I can have my revenge..."

Top Heavy stood even taller, pressing her gigantic breasts out. "Yes, sir!"

The Doctor turned to Kick Girl. "You will stay here, mostly by my side and acting as my personal guard in Top Heavy's absence. Since she'll be gone you'll have to take over her duties satisfying my urges and milking the flesh beasts." He smiled, watching the way the former heroine licked her lips in anticipation of both of these activities. "But I have a feeling that won't be much of a hardship for you."

"Yes, sir," she said eagerly.

He turned his back on both women, smiling happily. Everything was going perfectly.