The Perils of Strongman

Part 1 The mission

Lisa Krueger was feeling quite nervous as she waited in the elevator that was taking her to the top floor. She had never been up there before, since it housed the offices of some of the top dogs of P.H.A.N.T.O.M. Considering Lisa's low ranked position in the chain of command, she was wondering why she had been summoned.

The elevator doors opened smoothly and gave way to a lavishly decorated hallway. Two heavily armed men were guarding the exit and beckoned her to step outside.

The carpet was soft in texture, rich in appearance and the walls were crowded with magnificent works of art. Lisa guessed that any one of those paintings was worth considerably more than the shamble apartment where she was living.

"We have been notified of your arrival, miss Krueger," one of the guards said. "Please go straight to the waiting room down this hallway and a have a seat. Mr. X's secretary will let you in at the appropriate time."

Lisa walked down the hallway and sat down in a luxurious leather chair. So she was going to meet the infamous Mr. X, the man that had created P.H.A.N.T.O.M., the largest underground organization in the world. P.H.A.N.T.O.M. seemed to have interests in every kind of illegal business, from gambling to money laundering, from drug trafficking to arms trade. It had its many tentacles spread out to every part of the world and Mr. X was surely running a tight and efficient business.

For Lisa P.H.A.N.T.O.M. had been a godsend. She had received no favors in her life. Her parents had been drug addicts and she had seen the inside of too many institutions throughout her youth. As soon as she could, she took her fate in her own hands. She had been drawn to a life of crime and deceit as it offered the quickest route to success and riches.

After a number of successful scams, she had been approached by P.H.A.N.T.O.M. The organization had eyes and ears everywhere and was always on the lookout for new talented prospects. She had managed a series of smaller assignments quite well, including seducing a foreign ambassador and copying the contents of his laptop.

She was well suited for those kind of jobs. Handsome in her way, with blond curly hair and big brown innocent eyes, but not too notable to attract unwilling attention.

And now her initial successes must have drawn some attention higher up the chain of hierarchy, which had led her here today.

The door she was facing opened and a stern looking woman stepped outside. "Please follow me miss Krueger," she said and went back inside without waiting for a reaction. Lisa quickly jumped to her feet and followed her in. They walked through an office with no windows and the secretary pushed a button of an intercom beside a heavily reinforced door at the other side. "Miss Krueger is here to see you sir," the secretary spoke with a voice as pleasant as she could master.

The response came quickly "Let her in", and the door unlocked. The secretary quickly opened the door, pushed Lisa through and closed it again behind her.

Lisa was blinded at first by the light coming through the many windows of the enormous office. The view was spectacular and showed the finest of the Los Angeles business center. In the center of the office was a huge mahogany desk, with a reclining chair behind it and two visitor's chairs in front. No one was sitting at the desk.

"Please have a seat Miss Krueger", a voice seemingly coming from nowhere said. "As you can imagine I am a very careful man, so I am not physically present here. But this place always seems to impress people so I use it for my virtual briefings".

Lisa quickly sat down in one of the visitor's chairs. She did not quite know where to look and waited for her next instructions.

"You have performed well in your first assignments for P.H.A.N.T.O.M., very well even. My subordinates tell me that you have a natural flair, a good set of brains and a decent amount of self-confidence."

Lisa did not know what to say. She was not used to be being flattered.

"So now I sending you on a mission that is quite a bit of a challenge. What do you know about Strongman?" Mr. X asked.

Lisa considered her answer for a moment. "Strongman is a famous superhero. He is in the newspapers every single day, saving elderly women of getting mugged, stopping bank robberies, helping people escape burning buildings, all random hero stuff."

"Yes", Mr. X replied, "those are some of his actions that are indeed getting quite some media attention. But what do you know about his capabilities?"

"Well, he is obviously quite strong, hence the name," Lisa replied.

"Indeed, but he is also quite arrogant, gullible and dumb. His self-chosen name "Strongman" for instance, is a shining example of his limited mental capabilities. But it is because of his unnatural strength that P.H.A.N.T.O.M. has taken an interest in him. This is caused by some sort of genetic mutation. And we want to use that to our advantage."

Lisa was getting interested now. "And how do you intent do that?"

"We want to breed a race of supersoldiers, that will be as strong as he is. But for that we will need his semen, and this is where you come in."

"His semen? Me? How? What?" Lisa exclaimed in surprise.

"We will need daily samples of his semen for the next 90 days But he should not be aware that we are doing so. And of course he cannot be taking captive. With all the media attention surrounding him, this would not go unnoticed, and we don't want an extensive police investigation, do we?"

"So let me get this straight." Lisa said. "I need to get hold of a dose of sperm of this superhero with enormous strength. But he must not be aware of it. I cannot draw unwanted attention. I cannot kidnap him. And I need to find a way to do this every day for the next three months?"

"Yes. That is a fairly good summary of your mission". Mr. X replied.

"Great!" Lisa exlaimed. "When do I start?"

It appeared that she could start right away. Mr. X's secretary handed her a sperm collection device on the way out. In the awkward briefing that followed she carefully explained Lisa how the device needed to be placed over the subject's penis, how the sucking mode needed to be switched on, and how that would result in a good dose of sperm that would be kept sterile in a recipient container. The secretary did not even blush nor gave any signs of feeling uncomfortable. Lisa quickly put the device away in her bag and left the same way as she had come in.

Lisa could not sleep that night, going over every possible idea that sprung to mind to execute that seemingly impossible task. His strength was certainly the biggest obstacle, but on the other hand if he was as arrogant and gullible as Mr. X has said, there might be possibilities. And at dawn, she finally had her plan figured out. She needed one more visit to the P.H.A.N.T.O.M. headquarter, this time to the science lab.

Part 2 The interview

Strongman was in a good mood. The day had been very fruitful up till now. He had been able to rescue a cat out of a tree by pushing down the tree. The owner whose garden was now slightly ruined had not been too happy, but the press at the scene had taken a most adorable picture of him with the cat. That would look good in tomorrow's paper.

Afterwards he had been on the set of the latest "Strongman" movie that was being produced. He only needed to do a couple of takes, the rest would be filled in by CGI. The director had told him that his statue in the Wax Museum talks better than he did. He thought that this had been a compliment, but he was not really sure about that.

And now he was sitting in his luxury condo, enjoying a healthy smoothy. Just one more interview with a journalist from the L.A. Daily Gazette, and he could enjoy the rest of the evening watching WWE wrestling matches.

Right on time he heard the doorbell and went to open the door. The journalist turned out to be a cute girl, which added to his good mood. He showed her in and offered her to take a seat in his luxurious sofa. Strongman sat down in his relax chair.

"Thank you for taking the time to have this interview, Mr. Strongman," the girl started. "My name is Hannah Smith from the LA Daily Gazette, and I have compiled a list of questions that were suggested by our readers."

"No need to thank me Hannah," Strongman replied. "I am always happy to share my thoughts with my fans. What do they want to know?"

"Well for starters, are you really strong enough to lift a car?"

"Actually I have lifted a truck once," he answered, "but I almost pulled a muscle, so I'm not doing that again."

"Wow that is impressive," she exclaimed. "If you can do that, it seems you could do almost anything."

"I am always up for a challenge," he bragged. "For a man like me, nothing is too much."

"Hey I've got a fun challenge for you," she replied, "maybe you could break the record, but I doubt it personally."

"I don't have a habit of giving up," Strongman said. "What's the challenge?"

"It's something neat. You have to look at a disk with lights without blinking. The record is 60 seconds. But I don't think that you can even get close."

"I think that you are underestimating me, lady," he said. "Show me the disk, and I will show you a new record that will never be broken."

"Great", she cheered. "We have a contest on our hands. Our readers will love this!"

She searched her bag and retrieved a disc of about 6 inches diameter. She put it in front of Strongman on the coffee table. "Are you ready?" she asked. "I will turn it on and start the count."

"I was born ready," he said. "Switch that thing on already."

"All right. Just remember to keep your eyes on the disk, don't look away and don't blink," and then she switched on the lights.

The lights were slowly beginning to make circular patterns and Strongman watched closely as the spinning motions were going faster and faster. He had no trouble following the motions and thought that it would be easy to break this record.

"Keep your eyes on the disk," she said with a soothing voice. "You can feel yourself getting very relaxed. There is nothing else for you to care about. You feel very good and rested."

"As you listen to my voice, you focus your attention on the disk. As your attention focuses, so your unconscious mind begins to take you into trance. As you breathe in and out, you will notice an ever deepening comfort starting to develop." Her voice had an almost hypnotic effect.

Strongman could not take his eyes off the spinning disk, even if he had wanted to.

"Can you imagine going into trance? Imagine yourself drifting on a calm and beautiful river. Picture your muscles becoming loose and limp. See yourself feeling completely relaxed." Her voice drew him deeper and deeper into a trance.

"You can feel your eyes getting heavier now. It is almost impossible to keep them open. But that's allright. It's good to go to sleep while you are listening to my voice." Strongman felt very tired and his eyes started to close.

"And as your body continues to relax you can just let go, just drift off in a soothing slumber. You are so relaxed now that you will fall asleep, and you will keep hearing my voice as you do, and you will tell me all I want to know."

And with that, his eyes closed and he went into a deep trance.

Part 3 The hypnosis

Lisa smiled as Strongman drifted off into hypnotic slumber. The first part of her plan had worked out perfectly! She switched off the hypnotic disk she had received from the P.H.A.N.T.O.M. science lab and put it back in her bag.

First there was time for some fun. "Strongman, bark like a dog," she commanded.

He immediately complied. The barking was not that entirely convincing, but not too bad either.

Now for something more creative. "Strongman, sing me a song".

His hypnotic inspiration was limited to an attempt at a terrible out of tune version of "Happy birthday". As it appeared Stongman's vocal chords were also quite strong, so Lisa had him shut up very quickly.

Time to end with the silliness, she decided, and back to the mission.

"Strongman, tell me your weakness," Lisa said. After all, every superhero had a weak spot somewhere, otherwise the stories would not be so interesting. She was hoping that it would not be as cumbersome to get as kryptonite, to name one.

"I have no weakness," Strongman replied.

That was a bit of a letdown. Lisa had expected that this would have given her some valuable intel for making her mission a success.

She did some quick thinking, and started to smirk when an idea hit her. "Strongman, do you have any peculiar sexual preferences?" she asked.

"I have a fetish for latex gloves," he replied.

Ooooh that sounded interesting! "Tell me more about your fetish," she instructed.

"I really love the sight, the smell and the touch of latex gloves," he explained. "I really don't know why, and I have never told this to anybody."

Lisa gave this some thought. Could she use this to her advantage? Perhaps she could instill the fetish a bit stronger.

"Strongman, listen very carefully," she spoke with as much persuasion as she could. "From now on, when a girl uses latex gloves to cover your mouth and nose you will immediately lose your strength and fall into a hypnotic state. You will be compelled to do whatever she asks, for as long as you are breathing in those latex fumes. You won't be able to resist, the latex will turn you on and make your dick rock hard. Do you understand these instructions?"

"Yes I understand", he answered with an emotionless voice.

"Very good," she said. "One more thing: from now you will always leave your front door unlocked. I will now count to three, and then you will wake up from your hypnosis. You won't recall anything of our little conversation here. You will have the feeling that this has been a great interview, and you will feel totally relaxed and happy."

She started the count: "1... 2... 3".

Strongman opened his eyes and looked a bit puzzled.

"Well thank you so much for this interview," Lisa exclaimed. "Our readers will be so happy with all the interesting news you gave us."

"Oh, that's quite allright," Strongman answered. "Happy to be of service."

Lisa grinned. "So I will be going now. I wish you a very pleasant and entertaining evening."

Strongman led her to the door and closed it behind her. He did not lock the door.

Part 4 The extraction

Strongman sat in his relax chair watching the WWE wrestling games on TV. This had been really a perfect day; the interview with that nice girl had been the cherry on the cake.

Did he hear a sound coming from the hallway? No probably just his imagination, no one would dare to break in his house. He continued watching the match.

Suddenly a gloved hand was placed over his mouth and nose. He startled and recognized the smell of latex. He tried to push the hand away, but to his astonishment the grip was like a vice. He tried with all his might, but he was having no effect. How could someone be so strong?

A soft female voice whispered in his ear. "Shhhhh. Don't fight. Just relax and breathe in the delicious latex smell."

Strongman felt compelled to obey. He stopped his struggles and calmly breathed in and out through the latex glove. She made small movements with her gloved hand as though she was giving him a facial massage. It felt so good, the smell, the touch of the latex glove was taking Strongman to some sort of fetish heaven. He felt his dick growing harder and harder and was getting more and more aroused.

He wanted this to last forever. She let him suck every finger of her gloved hand, and the smell was getting more and more overwhelming.

"I want you to open the zipper of your pants now and take out your dick," the voice whispered again. "Then put this tube over your cock." She handed him some cilindrical object.He did as he was told and as soon as the tube was in place she pressed a switch on the top and held the tube in place.

Immediately the object came to life and Strongman felt a sucking sensation on his dick. Could this get any better? Strongman felt a huge orgasm building up inside him. Meanwhile the latex glove was further caressing his face, keeping him in latex trance.

"That's a good boy," the voice said. "You are getting more and more aroused. Smell my latex glove, feel it's touch as I keep it firmly over your mouth and nose. You can't resist much longer, there is no holding back anymore. I want you to come now for me."

And he did in the most spectacular orgasm he had ever experienced. The device continued sucking and absorded his sperm till the last drop.

"You liked that, didn't you?" the voice asked. "Let's go through this again, smell my glove, feel the latex, your dick is starting to get hard again."

And so it was. Strongman could not resist the latex glove covering his face, and the sucking device on his dick. Soon he climaxed again, and again, and again.

After five orgasms she switched the device off and retrieved it.

"When I count to three you will fall asleep and you will only wake up tomorrow morning after a very relaxing slumber. You will forget everything that happened here, you will only remember that you fell asleep watching television. And tomorrow evening you will sit here again at the same time with not a care in the world."

And she counted again: "Go to sleep, 1... 2... 3..." and Strongman immediately nodded off.

Part 5 One more orgasm

Lisa looked at the happily sleeping Strongman. Boy, what an effect did those latex gloves have on him! The sperm collection device was filled completely and she put it in her bag. Mr. X would be pleased with the results.

Dominating Strongman like that had made her horny too. She sniffed the glove and found that she liked the smell. She placed the glove over her own mouth and nose and noticed that she was getting aroused. Did she have a latex glove fetish too?

She put her other gloved hand in her panties and started rubbing her clit. It felt so good, so she continued breathing in the latex and gently stroking her clit with her gloved hand. It didn't take her long to come.

The coming evenings would prove to be interesting...