Regina awoke in the White Room. She had no memory of how she had come to arrive there, but she sure was pissed.
She looked down and noticed that she was wearing her costume. Had she been captured on a mission? She began to scream in rage and caught sight of her reflection in the glossy floor. No mask. Oh hell. What was happening?
“Now, now, Miss Nova,” a voice said from seemingly nowhere, “Screaming will only make you hoarse. I’m afraid it won’t help at all. No one can hear you but us.”
“Us?” she asked, still screaming.
“Oh yes. There are seven of us in here watching and waiting to see what will happen.”
She rolled her eyes. “Hitmen.”
“Not exactly. We have no interest in killing you, Miss Nova.”
“I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me who hired you.”
“I have no problem telling you anything you want to know, Regina.” She began to hear an odd sound with her superhuman senses. It was like a soft whistle. “We were contracted by the CIV to capture you and perform this experiment.”
“The CIV?? But that doesn’t make sense! I’m a member!”
The sound was growing louder. Anyone could hear it now. And she finally figured out what it was. “What are you doing?” she demanded as she began to panic about the gas being pumped into the room.
“As I said: watching and waiting.”
She was beginning to feel dizzy. She began to sink to the floor, hair falling forward. It was getting hard to think. “I’m a villain,” she muttered. “I’m one of you.”
“Yes,” the voice said, “but the CIV was getting a little tired of your antics and your rebelliousness. They wanted to see that you were a little more manageable, and that’s where we come in.”
Regina’s eyes slipped closed and she fell unconscious. As a result, she began to breath normally, inhaling mouthfuls of the mysterious gas. She was completely out when the door appeared in the wall and a tall man in a gas mask walked in and scooped her up.
When she woke again, she was strapped to a metal table, her own gas mask tied snuggly around her mouth and nose. This one was connected by a hose to a tank at the table’s side. She began to thrash and moan through the mask and the man walked over and pulled it down to around her neck.
“What do you want?” she asked. “To let me go?”
“You don’t have that much money,” he said simply reaching to put the mask back up.
“I can get it for you! I’m a thief! A good one!”
“The best, I’m told. But we’ve already been paid.”
“Then I can do other things,” she offered, pouting her lips slightly.
“Anything you want. I’ll be yours to do with as you please. Just let me go.”
“It’s working,” he said over his shoulder. Then he turned back to her. “We’re absolutely going to let you go. But first, we need to do our work.”
Her protests were cut off and muffled as he moved her muzzle back into place and turned the knob on top of the tank. She could smell and taste it now. The gas was sickly sweet as it filled her lungs. Her eyes rolled back as it began to enter her brain through her bloodstream. This time, she didn’t pass out. Instead, she simply went limp, eyes half-lidded. And after a few hours of sports, the men returned to her and closed the valve.
“Regina,” the lead man prompted. “Can you hear me?”
Her eyes swiveled to stare at him, but they were totally unfocused, and the pupils were different sizes.
“Good. Now listen carefully. The gas has made you a very good girl. You want to be a good girl, right?”
“Ah,” was all she could manage.
“From now on you’re going to do what the CIV tells you, isn’t that right?”
His hand traces along her chin then down to the neckline of her costume.
“You’ve always been my favorite villain,” he said. “I was so happy when the Consortium told us you would be the target. It made all my dreams come true. Well, most of them. There’s still one left.”
There was a zipping sound as he pulled off his slacks to reveal a very hard cock that he began to pump frantically. It wasn’t long before the warm seed splashed across her face and dripped into her slack mouth. Behind him, her heavy eyes watched as the others all dropped their pants as well and began to approach.
Three hours later, Regina Nova hobbled into the center of a large circular room. On the floor was an enormous logo that read Consortium of International Villainy. She looked up at the ring of chairs that surrounded her. She had been released from the White Room and walked four miles across town covered from head to toe in dry cum. Her makeup ran down her face. Her hair hung in clumps.
“Well Regina,” the leader of the CIV said from the dark edge of the room. “It looks like you had quite a morning.”
“Oh yeah!” she chirped. “Like, a bunch of guys were playing with me. They said they knew you.”
“Well I like them. The fed me so much tasty cum. I’m, like, super full.”
“It seems like they did as required,” another commented.
Regina looked at him and licked her lips. “I could probably go for some more though. If you want.”
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