Supervillain, Us

by Gentry Race

  Pulses of electricity ran the course of my metal flesh. I smelled the wretched burning of metal. The scent of my skin taking the dose she was giving me. Then I felt what I was expecting to. My body began to change.

  I shrank in height. My chest grew larger in girth and more bulbous. My breasts filled in like they had before. I could feel my curvaceous hips grace the bedsheet below me.

  I was a fucking futanari again.

  I tried to tilt my chin down and see my cock, but Tessa was already pulling down the stringed bikini bottoms my residual self seemed to form when I was converted like this. My limp, metal cock fell out, and she prodded it with the tube.

  “Looks like it needs some help,” she said with a chuckle.

  I couldn’t believe it. Disgraced by her again.

  She wrapped her warm hands around my dick and began stroking it up and down. I tried my hardest to think about anything but the stimulation and the pleasure she was trying to force from me, but it was too late. I could feel my dick engorging slightly to a chubby state. She wouldn’t get me fully hard, but she didn’t want to. Her goal was to get me just hard enough that she could —

  PLOOMP!

  She slammed the cock pump hard onto my groin. She barely aimed, as pain was her motive, not pleasure. I could feel the air squeezing inside my member. I gagged for relief. It was growing to quite the size, and I could hear Slipstream marveling at the sight. Tessa had a psycho look in her eye as she watched it grow.

  “I’ve always loved this dick,” she said, fondling herself under her dress.

  Just when I thought the pressure couldn’t build any more, Tessa pulled the tube off my cock. She stared at my engorged metal cock with awe and pulled her finger out from under dress. She hopped onto the table and thrust her finger under my nose.

  “Remember this?” she asked aggressively. “You had a taste a long time ago. Now it’s time you finished the deed.”

  I squirmed in my restraints as she climbed on top me. I could feel her lining up my swollen cock with her sweet spot. When she found the tip, she rubbed it along her clit, smearing her juices before she sat firmly down on it.

  My dick felt like it was on fire.

  She rocked back and forth on me while Slipstream held her hand for stability.

  Tessa pulled her nurse’s blouse open, exposing her perfect breasts. The breasts I helped make. She lowered them over my face, dangling them as she continued the ride. I felt like I was being assaulted on all fronts. From the face down she ran her hardened nipples slowly down to my waist. I tried to scream under my gag but nothing came out. She pressed our breasts together as she moved back up.

  Tessa picked herself back up, pulled up her white skirt and rocked her perfect abdomen down onto my pelvis. She raised her arms and undid her ponytail letting her wavy blonde locks fall down her back. She was moving faster now. She ripped off her uniform and dug her nails into the gurney. She wasn’t looking at me any longer, she was focused on something more sublime within her.

  Her long claws retracted from her nails, tearing the bedding. Up and down, side to side, she worked my shaft. I would be lying if I said it felt good. The feeling was like sticking my dick inside warm, rotten meat. Her insides were maggots crawling over my cock. I could feel myself go soft for a moment, but she was adamant to work it harder and stimulate me more.

  She raised her hand and dug her sharp nails into my busty chest. She penetrated the metal skin, but the sound was nails on a chalkboard. She was turned on even more anyway. She did it again, bouncing higher and harder on me. She moaned louder, and for a second, she sounded like Jess — the person I’d constructed her after.

  “Oh, Michael,” she screamed. “Oh, Mantium, I’ve waited for this for so long.”

  I could feel it just then. The crescendo building. The orgasm of the century. It wouldn’t be long, with each plop off her pert ass onto my body.

  Her eyes widened. She could feel my cock surge inside her. She smiled and drilled harder on it. I spasmed within my cuffs. I had nowhere to go but out.

  “Oh,” Tessa said, slowing her rocking. “My Michael. I’m gonna savor every last drop.”

  She raised herself, cupping her vagina, and jumped off the gurney. She was holding my jizz inside, crossing her legs as she put on her nurse’s outfit again.

  I was drained. Officially fucked by the most evil woman I had ever known.

  Slipstream reached across me and undid my ball gag and face restraint. “That was quite the show, Manty.”

  I could hear the most ominous rapping from afar, building and growing louder like thunderous applause.

  BOOM!

  The door shot open. I could turn my head now, so I was able to see the sea of necrotic infected villainesses flooding in. Slipstream pulled out her electric whips and violently lashed the infectious away from her.

  Tessa flung herself to the ceiling, digging her nails deep into the stone. She hissed like a vampire would at a cross. Slipstream cracked her whip faster and faster, but soon fell to the creatures. There were at least a hundred.

  They all climbed on top of Slipstream and bit into her like she was their last meal. I lay still on my gurney like I was lifeless, and listened to the horrors playing out on the floor beneath me.

  Tessa watched carefully from the ceiling, her eyes widening at the sound of large footsteps entering. I couldn’t help but turn my head toward the sound.

  There he was. Lazarus, in the flesh.

  He twisted a smile and held the hand of someone familiar. Her two-toned skin was unmistakable. My heart was relieved to see that Gem was alright.

  Lazarus walked safely among the necrotized villainesses, as did Gemini. He scanned the room, saw me, and then spotted Tessa above.

  “So,” he said. “You finally got him.”

  Tessa squeezed her perfect eyebrows together like she was disgusted by him, and let go of the ceiling. She dropped gracefully to the floor. The necrotized villainesses did not attack her either.

  “You’re too late,” she said. “He’s already infected. Now my villainesses in the real world will have a chance to survive.”

  Gemini walked quietly over to me and undid my straps.

  “Thank you, Gem,” I said, raising myself up. “I am so happy you are alright.”

  She smiled, her two-toned face hardening to a stiff expression when her eyes fell on Tessa.

  “It’s time to end her, Michael,” Gemini said.

  We all looked at Tessa, who wore a confused look on her face. “Why are you not attacking him? He’s infected now.”

  Lazarus raised his arms, holding his necrotized villainesses at bay. “You misunderstand your virus, Tessa.”

  She started stepping back slowly, but had literally backed herself into a corner, one made of stone.

  “No, I had him,” she said. “He’s infected now. You’re minions can finish him off.”

  Lazarus smiled, raising his hand upward. “But you forgot everything’s changes. He’s the Grey. The great Mantium. He already has both villain and hero within him. Which means you are good now.”

  Tessa’s face twisted into a demonic expression I had never seen. Gone was the pretty face, the sultry eyes. She had been stripped to the core of her soul, which was demented and condemned.

  “You will pay for what you did to Nyx,” Lazarus said. Then he motioned to Gemini as he told Tessa, “Now you can’t run from me.”

  Gemini raised her head, closed her eyes, and screamed a shriek so ear-splitting, I had to cover mine.

  I watched the vibrations of the waves distort the air and course toward Tessa.

  Tessa was thrown back. She pulled on her hair and twisted her spine. When she brought her head up, gone were the soaring blue eyes, leaving a deep brown and inky smeared mascara. Muddied like the lives she had affected.

  She panted heavily, her skin bubbling up with Lazarus’s white, leathery infection. She shook violently and her eyes rolled uncontrollably. In a moment of weakness, she looked at me i
n pain, experiencing the same pain that she had inflicted on so many. I felt satisfied.

  BOOM!

  Tessa exploded. Her insides went everywhere. Her head fell onto my lap, drooling out her toxic blood, her lifeless eyes staring at nothing.

  The woman responsible for all this had finally gotten her karma.

  She was gone for good.

  Out on the balcony, above the pool of quicksand, among the broken stone and dozen torture devices, Aulani, Blitzkrieg and Ari hung from the walls, chained up. I frantically looked for Hera, and Ari motioned me over to a human-shaped closet. As I walked closer I realized it was an Iron Maiden.

  I checked the small glass inset and saw no movement inside. I ripped the door off its hinges. Hera fell out. She was okay, though, she exhibited no puncture wounds. Pulling her away, I noticed that each spike of the torture device’s innards was bent inward from Hera’s tough skin.

  I smiled and shook my head. “Looks like some of me is rubbing off on you.”

  Hera was exhausted, but still tried to smile. “Shut up.”

  I carried her in my arms as Lazarus and Gemini released Blitzkrieg, Ari, and Aulani from their chains.

  I watched Lazarus, admiring him for what he’d done. The only question was what was he going to do now?

  I walked to him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder. “Thank you.” I hesitated, and then muttered, “My son.”

  He smiled, then twisted a confused look. “Son?”

  “Tessa said you were a combination of her and I.”

  His eyes deeply saddened. “By no means do I want to be related to her.”

  Aulani walked over to Lazarus. “She is gone now.”

  The comment didn’t ease his suffering. He looked at me with heavy eyes.

  “Now that she is gone, I want you to do something for me, Mantium.”

  At his request, we tied Lazarus up to the long pole Tessa had once danced on. He said he had made his mind up and wanted to end his days of corruption, and the only way he knew was through my energy blasts.

  Without another alternative to curing the hordes of necrotized villainesses fully, Lazarus ordered them to sacrifice their lives in the pit of quicksand. Hera objected, offering we find a way to cure them instead, but Lazarus did not care to save his own kind. He wanted this all to end. As did I. Despite watching the horror, I was relieved this strain of the corrupted supervirus was at its end. However, there was one thing to do, and my heart clenched at the notion as I readied my eyes.

  “I can’t do this,” I said, walking closer to him.

  “Mantium, you are the key to my happiness,” Lazarus said. “Please, I want to be with Nyx.”

  My eyes were heavy. This man wanted to die by my hand, or rather, by my eyebeams. Though I was both villain and hero, I wasn’t sure I could honor his request. The world was not black and white; we could find a grey area where he could live.

  But that was not his wish.

  I stepped back and charged my eyes a glowing red, feeling the heat radiate on my face. I couldn’t help but notice his eyes, the shape of them. They were like mine.

  “See ya around,” Lazarus said, anticipating the heat.

  “No,” I said. “You won’t.”

  I threw all my energy into him. His body began to disintegrate, and red flames grew by the second, engulfing him. He didn’t squirm or move or jostle about. He was content with the fire — with his fate — ready to see the next stage of life — to see his past lover. She wasn’t in Heaven or Hell, but somewhere in the between where the grey formed.

  As the fire extinguished, only ash and smoke was left, billowing in the slight wind of the terrifying NaN construct that Tessa created.

  I felt a hand on my shoulder, and then two more. I looked back at Aulani and Hera and Gemini. Ari and Blitzkrieg standing strong next to each other in silence.

  So much was lost and so much gained. Deep down I wished for Crystal to be with her sister. And for Jess, the woman that taught me how to love, to be somewhere in that grey, constructing the most elaborate cosplay ever seen. Waiting for me. Waiting for us. This was my team now. This was my family.

  13

  Havana Nights

  The air was warm and thick with humidity. Miami Beach was nothing close to blustery in November, but that’s where we had made it. Aulani told us that she had a cousin we could stay with while we gained some more assets. Hera had done her research and found a horde of supervillainesses hiding out down here in the strip clubs and beach bars. Art Deco style structures were colored vividly in red, blue, green and purple, effectively separating each property from one other.

  I was perched on the ledge atop one of the tallest buildings in Mid-Beach, the legendary Fontainebleau. The amount of money that came through this hotel was unimaginable. It catered to the rich and the richer.

  I looked down the dark coastline, stretching as far as the eye could see. Hotel after hotel repeated in a stale pattern, nestled between promenades and boardwalks.

  Just below me, the target event was underway. A sectioned off part of the beach was lit up in stringed lights of bright pinks and purples. The white linens absorbed the colors, becoming almost fluorescent to look at. I could see multiple bars where people dressed in all white and wearing ballroom masks were holding drinks while they schmoozed each other. It was a “White Party”. Aulani’s cousin had told us that one of the most notorious villainesses in Miami would be in attendance.

  I zoomed in my vision on the sandy boardwalk of the beach and saw a hooded fellow wearing a white ballroom masquerade mask making his way toward the event. It was Ari. Next to him, was a large woman, similarly dressed in a draping hood and a mask, however her white garment was cut in such a way that it showed off Blitzkrieg’s oversized legs.The couple held hands as they approached the sectioned off area of the beach. He was in all white but had a swagger about him.

  I swung my vision back to the party. Inside, next to the DJ playing the top ten hits, was a golden-skinned woman that no one thought twice about due to the eccentric lighting. Aulani’s dark hair was pulled back, and she was bobbing her head to the music while a random partygoer tried to hit on her.

  I chuckled as she heard his offer and slapped him.

  Not far from Aulani, Gemini was on the dance floor, embracing the opportunity to show off the skills she’d once used as a stripper.

  Another woman stood far off in the corner, her arms crossed as she carefully eyed the situation. She held the people passing by in a hard stare, showing her disapproval of their position in life and the way they were handling themselves, but that was Hera: Ms. Goodie-Two-Shoes.

  The plan was simple. Three people on the inside. Two on the outside. We would wait for the VIP to show up and then bag her when she tried to infect someone. Since all we’d gotten was hearsay, we wanted to figure out what we were up against before trying to take down the entity people called ‘the Havana Queenpin’.

  “Getting bored down there,” I spoke into my mic for my team to hear.

  Static crackled.

  Hera nonchalantly raised her hand to her ear and spoke to me. “Nope. And don’t think I don’t know what you are doing.”

  “What?” I asked, unsure what she was implying.

  “You are just jealous you are not down here, leading the pack,” Hera said.

  “Nonsense,” I said, smiling.

  Wild flashing caught my eye, just off to the right. On the water, I could see the light from a large yacht pulsing furiously as the craft plowed through the steady waves toward the shore. It was white as snow and adorned with a rainbow of lights swirling about on top.

  I zoomed in closer to inspect the craft, and what I saw did not disappoint.

  Like something out of a rap video, half-naked girls decorated the bow of the vessel. Music blared from the large speakers in the back, and at the center stood the prized person. An overly large woman, much bigger than Blitzkrieg. Her blobbish body was clad in a big and tall, stark white poncho.
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  This Queenpin was pulling out all the stops.

  The boat was steady on its course, directed right at the party. It wasn’t slowing down.

  “You see this, Hera?” I radioed to her. “Oncoming watercraft. It’s her.”

  “What?” Hera asked in alarm, as she tried to find the other two girls who were partying about. “She was supposed to arrive by limousine.”

  “Looks like the plan changed,” I said. “And I don’ think the boat is slowing down.”

  “What?” she said again.

  I watched Ari and Blitzkrieg make their way to the entrance. The security said nothing as they checked their bags and passes to get in. I checked the boat again and confirmed its speed. It was barreling straight for the party. I yelled into my comms to Ari and Blitzkrieg’s.

  “Ari, Blitz,” I said. “Abort. Abort.”

  CRASH!

  The large yacht piled over the sand and through the lights that sectioned off the party. Half-naked villainesses were piling out of the craft and attacking other women. I watched in horror, waiting for our target to show herself.

  The Queenpin was nowhere to be seen.

  I looked for Aulani and Gem. They were together, taking on the first wave of infected. Ari and Blitz had already knocked out the security guards and were rushing to the boat.

  In the midst of the chaos, I saw her step off the craft. Large and in charge, the Havana Queenpin wielded her weight like a true villain, clocking unsuspected victims in the head and then sending in her horde of honeys to bite them.

  Hera was posted behind some nearby chairs, waiting for me to make my move. I saw her nod.

  I stood up from my perch, formed the tight organic metal around my body, just finishing the panelling that snapped up to my balled fist. It was time to show myself.