Rise of Dr, Akitomi Ch. 07

"What will I do with her?" he asked, looking down and watching her had bob back and forth on his cock. "Well, first thing I'm going to do is come up with a better name for the dumb cunt. 'Flower Power'? What a dumb name!" He looked over his shoulder at Kick Girl. "How did she get such an uninspired name?"

"She was given it at The Academy," Kick Girl said dispassionately. "We got all of our names there. The tradition is that others choose your superhero name for you. Because of this most heroes end up with names that start out as a joke and catch on." She paused for a moment, digging into her memories from her past life as a superhero. "If I recall correctly she got the name early on because she was always asking about resolving situations peacefully. American Dream mocked her for being a stupid hippy that wanted to conquer criminals with her 'flower power' and people just started calling her that."

"Bah," the Doctor said in disgust. "You allowed others to choose your names for you? Allowed your name to come from something that mocked you? Weak! Pathetic! One should be powerful, have the confidence and force of will to choose one's own name. Or better yet, simply use your given name. The powerful, those like me, they don't need these silly made up names."

"Should I no longer go by Kick Girl?" the former heroine asked.

Dr. Akitomi laughed. "Oh no, it amuses me that you keep that name. You are one of the weak ones, nothing but a tool. Understand?"

"Oh, yes sir!" she said eagerly. "I am YOUR tool. But what about her? Will you change her name?"

Emma was silent through the exchange, watching and listening and taking notes. It was clear that Dr. Akitomi fascinated her, that she wanted to understand why he made the decisions he made. She eagerly waited for his reply to the question.

The Doctor thought for a long time, standing tall and enjoying the feel of the heroine's mouth on his cock. He stared down at her, deep in thought. "It needs to be something simple, yet powerful." He fell into silence again, the only sounds in the room the vibrating sex toy and the sound of the former heroine noisily sucking the villain off. "The tests I've run on her have shown that she's only tapped into a fraction of her powers," he said slowly. "She can control plant life, but I suspect if she is trained properly she could control the very Earth itself. With that in mind I think we shall rename her 'Terra'. But she has to earn that name first, and to do that she'll have to learn how to tap into ALL of her powers."

He looked up at Emma. "Now do you understand the chamber I had built over the last few days?"

Her eyes opened wide. "It's for her! But... won't it hurt her?"

"Oh yes," he said, patting the woman kneeling before him on the head. "She will HAVE to tap into the powers I suspect she has yet to activate to survive. If she survives the room she will come out stronger than she ever could have become on her own as a 'superheroine'." As he said the last word he filled his voice with derision, as if the word itself was something disgusting that fouled his lips simply by being uttered aloud.

"If," Emma said. "You said 'if' she survives. She might not?"

"Oh no," the Doctor said, playing with the former heroine's dreadlocks. "It is very much in doubt as to whether she will survive. But then, her life means nothing to me. Not yet at least."

* * *

American Dream felt like she had made the least worst choice, but knew that the least worst had still been a shitty choice.

She sighed, disappointed in the team she'd so far assembled. Giantess and Southern Bell both had their uses, but even though she was fond of both of them she knew neither of them would go far if they weren't standing in her shadow.

Having to accept Raccoon Girl onto the team had nearly killed her, but she had consoled herself by thinking about all the humiliating things she could make the furry little freak do over the coming years. "I'm going to make her life hell," she muttered. Part of her hoped that she'd quit the team before long, although another part of her hoped Raccoon would stay around for a long time so she could keep tormenting the dumb bitch.

Finally her mind settled on the team's newest hire: Amie. She groaned in pain just from thinking of the young heroine, who had never even managed to earn a proper superhero name and just went by her given first name. She'd hated the twit at The Academy, and so far had hated her even more now that she was living with them at Destiny Base.

She sighed, shifting in her chair. She was sitting at the desk of the team commander's office, HER office. Before her was Amie's paperwork. She flipped through it, groaning when she came across a picture of the girl in her costume.

Amie was a pretty but painfully plain nerdy looking white girl. She had a cute but forgettable face, with a disgustingly cute button nose. Her brown hair was forgettable, even if she tried to make it interesting by keeping it styled wild like the anime character's she so loved.

American Dream groaned again, still staring at the picture of the young heroine. At the Academy, when Amie had first revealed her chosen costume, American Dream had told her what she thought of it. "There's a fine line between a REAL heroine's costume and that cosplay shit you were into before your powers activated. And YOU crossed it."

The outfit was terrible, like something you'd buy as a cheap off the rack Halloween costume. Amie claimed it was inspired by an anime she liked, but American Dream didn't care. It was awful. She stared at it, regretting that she hadn't put something into the team's charter that let her have veto power over team member's costumes.

The outfit was obviously designed to look like some kind of slutty sci-fi nurses costume. It was a one piece dress that as cut indecently short and made of white fabric with bright red lines running down it. Red circles with white crosses were placed on some of the red lines, her attempt at coming up with an all too predictable symbol for herself.

The bottom of the costume barely covered her trampy little ass. That didn't bug American Dream so much; her own costume was nearly as revealing. That was the norm among heroines after all as they knew flashing some T&A could help distract their foes. No, what she found unforgivable was the stupid white stockings she wore, each with a dumb red bow on the top with a dumb red circle and white cross inside of them.

The front of the costume also irked her, although she understood its functional design. Like most heroines Amie had large breasts, breasts that were almost inhumanly large on her small, fit frame. Unlike most heroines hers actually served a purpose and because of this her costume was designed so that she could easily pull her tits out the front when she needed to.

Amie could heal all minor injuries within moments, and most major ones in nearly as short of a time. She needed only make the injured person drink her breast milk. This was why she needed to be able to expose her breasts at a moment's notice. In the heat of battle she'd need to be able to pop a tit out and shove it in someone's face to get them back onto their feet.

Of course, this design also meant her fat udders frequently fell out of the costume when she didn't want to them too. "I'm going to have to try and keep her out of the field," she mumbled, thinking about the countless wardrobe malfunctions the heroine had had since she came to Destiny Base.

The problem was they would NEED her in the field. Her healing powers made that certain; although she didn't look forward to seeing what the papers would say when they found out how they worked. She'd have to try and keep it on the down low for the time being.

That, at least, might be easy. The main reason she had decided to hire Amie above the few other healers that were available was that she was a trained pilot. Destiny Base had come with a small jet that was able to conduct vertical take offs and landings, and the jet would serve as their main transportation in and around Destiny City. If Amie was the main pilot she'd need to stay with the plane during missions, and could feed injured teammates her breast milk while remaining in it and out of sight.

American Dream sighed again, tossing Amie's file aside. She'd need to make sure the next few hires were... better. She had a few good prospects, but she was going to have to meet with them. She still had to conduct some in person interviews. And then there was the fact that each of the heroes were able to choose whether they wanted to join the team or not, she couldn't just conscript them.

She went to reach for the stack of files detailing the supers she was thinking over, but the screen built into her desk began to flash, an alarm sounding. She sat up, her sullen mood disappearing as she read the message on the screen.

The police had called in a code S-4. The 'S' signifying that the city was facing an active threat from a superpowered individual they felt they couldn't handle on their own. The '4' signified that the threat was extreme enough to require not a single or even couple of superheroes, but required the aid of an entire team of supers.

Her fingers flashed across her keyboard, sending a message that Destiny's Children were on their way. She then got to her feet, activating the alarm that let the team know it was time to assemble at their jet. "I didn't want our first mission to be before the team had a full roster," she said to herself as she moved to leave her office. "But if the city needs us now we'll answer the call. Besides, I'm sure whatever the threat is we'll deal with it with ease."

* * *

"You still haven't really explained to me where exactly this safe place is," Marco Rogers said as he walked down the hallway. "I mean, what is this? Some kind of bomb shelter? The place clearly isn't abandoned. Who are all these dudes in jump suits? It looks like we're in some villain's underground base..."

"Just trust me," Top Heavy said, smiling at him and pressing her chest out to distract him. His eyes fell to her cleavage and he began licking his lips hungrily, the ploy working perfectly.

And Marco DID trust her. He thought the former heroine had given herself over to him completely, become a servant to his cock. She'd been robbing banks and knocking over convenience stores to get the money they needed to travel across the country to the safe place she claimed to know about. Clearly she was no longer acting like a superheroine, and he thought that was all his doing.

She had also been letting him fuck her whenever and however he had wanted. She even initialized much of the sex as she seemed to have a nearly insatiable hunger for intercourse of every kind.

In fact they had been fucking so much he had barely been able to get any sleep in the shitty hotels and motels they had been crashing in on their way across the country. She kept him up all night to the point that once they started driving he'd been passing right out and mostly sleeping through their journey during the day. Because of this he'd quickly lost track of where they were heading, not even sure what state they were now in.

"Here," she said, pointing to a door. "In here is where I've been bringing you to." The door slid open, revealing a dark, unlit room.

"In there?" he asked, suddenly nervous. "But... there isn't any lights on," he added dumbly.

"Just go in," she said. "I promise, it will make the whole trip worth it." She then grabbed hold of him with her strong hands and forced him into the room.

As he stumbled forward into the dark the lights in the room turned on revealing a smiling man sitting patiently at a large desk. "Hello Mr. Rogers," the man said. "I suspect you didn't plan on ever seeing me again."

Marco's eyes shot open in surprise. "Dr. Akitomi? What... what the hell is going on!" He turned around, planning on asking Top Heavy to protect him but as soon as he saw the way she was looking at the older man it all made sense. His body slumped. "You were working for him this whole time," he said.

"Yes," she said. "He is my master. But don't feel too bad, we had a lot of fun on the way here. But now, now the fun ends." She grabbed hold of his shoulders and forced him to turn to face the Doctor, then pushed him down on his knees.

Dr. Akitomi got up from the desk he was sitting behind and walked around to stand before Marco Rogers. He looked down, disgust on his face. "You turned informant. Threw me to the wolves to lessen your prison sentence." His voice was cold, full of simmering anger.

"Look, that's just the way things work! And I mean, seems like you came out okay. You're not in jail yet, and it looks like at least one of the superheroines who came after you is working for you know. So maybe things worked out BETTER for you because of what I did." He was speaking quickly, trying desperately to talk his way out of the trouble he had found himself in. "Yeah, I mean, maybe you should be thanking me for getting you to where you are now, you ever think of it that way?"

"As a matter of fact," the Doctor said slowly, "I have thought about it like that more than once. But that doesn't change the fact that you betrayed the trust we had when I sold my wares to you. I WILL have my revenge against you." He stopped talking, letting the threat hanging in the air for a moment before continuing. "But even in this act of indulgent revenge I plan on making use of you, turning you into a loyal ally and useful tool."

"You... you're not going to kill me?" Marco asked, his voice quavering in fear.

"Oh goodness no," Dr. Akitomi said with a laugh. "Killing is so primitive, so inelegant, so unproductive! No... I will be making you into something with far more potential than a common crook such as yourself could ever have hoped for..." he looked up at the woman holding him in place. "Top Heavy, bring this sickening creature to lab number twelve where they will start prepping him for surgery. After that come join me in lab number six. You've some old friends there that I wish you to get reunited with."

* * *

Lab number six was a large circular room with a small observation room looking down onto it. Into the small room was crammed four people: Dr. Akitomi, Emma Taft, Top Heavy and Kick girl. Dr. Akitomi stood before a bank of controls, punching buttons and turning dials. Emma stood loyally beside him, observing everything he did.

The two former superheroines, on the other hand, were off to the side and in a world all their own. They had been happy to be reunited and once Dr. Akitomi had given them leave to do so they had enthusiastically began catching up for lost time.

Kick girl had crawled up onto the bank of controls, spreading her legs and presenting her pussy to Top Heavy. "It's missed your mouth ever so much," she had whined at her.

Top Heavy was out of her old costume and dressed once more in the same revealing leather outfit Kick Girl wore, the one that let her massive breasts hang free. She had happily dropped to her knees and buried her face in her friend's cunt, licking and lapping at the folds of her flesh. She moaned happily as she ate out Kick Girl, reaching down and playing with her own pussy as she did so.

Emma Taft looked over at them. "They do so carry on," she said, amusement in her voice.

Dr. Akitomi chuckled. "And you don't?" he asked.

"That's different," she responded quickly. "I need cum for my mind to function properly. What they do, two women together, THAT is unnatural and serves no useful purpose other than decadent indulgence." The disapproval was clear in her voice. "I could see being with a woman when you can't get a man... but these two, I'm starting to suspect they PREFER being with each other, perhaps even more than they enjoy being with you."

The Doctor shrugged. "As long as they are still loyal to me," he said, showing very little interest in the conversation. He turned a dial before him, sending a heavy cloud of mist spraying down into the room below them. For a long time it was impossible to make out the contents of the room through the thick mist. "And soon," he said to Emma, "they will have a new friend to play with."

The second in command moved closer to the Doctor, peering down into the room below them. She narrowed her eyes, trying to see through the thick mist. "So you think she'll survive?"

"Yes," the Doctor said eagerly, "almost certainly."

The mist began to clear revealing a room that was filled with a mass of writhing plant life. Tangles of vines and brightly colored exotic flowers filled much of the space, undulating and moving unnaturally. Scattered amongst the overgrown life were large buds nearly the size of a human that looked as if they were giant mouths. Slimy tentacle like vines slithered out of their large mouths, snaking about the dirt on the floor under them.

Emma pointed to some of these plant creatures. "The Beta-17 subjects seem to be thriving under her influence," she said. "Strange, though, that they never attacked her. But I suppose that's to be expected, she had near total control over plant life even before you pushed her powers into overdrive." As she said this she pointed to something else, a woman stationed in the center of the room.

It was Terra, the woman formally known as Flower Power. She was on her knees, naked and sitting on a high tech device that was inserted into her pussy and asshole. The device was vibrating, constantly stimulating her body. Other vibrating devices were attached to her nipples as well. Her arms were secured behind her back, a metal device keeping her hands contained and unusable. A metal collar was around her neck, tight metal ropes running from it to the floor keeping her in place.

All over her body there were needles inserted into her flesh, small tubes running from them into the ground around her. Green fluid was slowly running through the tubes, powerful drugs being injected into her. She writhed and wiggled, biting her lip. It wasn't clear whether she was experiencing pain, pleasure, or both. What was clear was that her eyes were glowing with green energy and that the moving, writhing plant life surrounding her seemed to be moving in sync with the movements of her body.

Dr. Akitomi turned another dial, increasing the flow of the green fluid into her veins. For a moment she convulsed, screaming in pain. Then she seemed to slightly regain her composure. A moment later her skin began to slowly change in hue, beginning to turn green.

"Very interesting!" the Doctor said. "Yes... yes, she will certainly survive. And when the procedure is done she will be far more powerful than she was before. Look closely at the ground around her... see how the dirt ripples and rises? It's just as I suspected. If my calculations are correct her control over plant life will ten times what it was before, but she'll also be able to command the Earth itself!"

"What exactly does that mean?" Emma asked.

The Doctor's eyes glimmered mischievously. "You'll see... in time. But what interested me most is whether the procedure she's undergoing has the effects on her libido that I hoped for. Before she was like most heroines, her powers drained by sexual climax. My hope is that when she comes out that will be reversed, that her powers will be POWERED by sexual climax instead."

Emma looked surprised at this. "I didn't know you could do that to a super."

"My attempts have never succeeded before today," he said. "I want to give her a little more time in here though... make certain her body has had plenty of time to respond to the experimental process..."

An alarm chimed from the computer built into the wrist of his suit. He looked down at it. "Ah, perfect! While she finishes in here we shall move lab number twelve. It seems it's time for the other operation to begin..."