More Sleepy Adventures - Part Six
Sara
Technological Trap)
The Adherer was feeling incredibly pleased with herself, not only had
she completed her mission easily. She had also frightened off the small
woman who'd had the audacity to try to stop her. The young villainess
didn't understand these "do-gooding" heroines, if you had powers
beyond those of mortal man, why wouldn't you use them for
self-aggrandisement?
The train of thought was broken suddenly, as The Anaesthetist walked
into the room. The villainess was frightened of her boss, after all, he
had made it perfectly clear to her that he only tolerated her presence
while she was useful to him. Quickly she decided not to mention the
strange heroine who had tried to interfere in her robbery.
"How did the mission go?" whispered the super-villain.
The Adherer missed the ice in his voice and happily waved her hand over
her plunder.
"I got everything there, not a problem boss", she declared.
The Anaesthetist looked at her carefully, and then pulled out a small
remote control. He smiled slightly as his minion winced seeing the
small device, and then he pointed it at the wall and pressed a series
of buttons.
The villainess sighed in relief, not having expected something so
mundane. It took her a few moments to interpret the picture which
flashed into life on a hidden screen.
"Does she look familiar in any way?" asked The Anaesthetist coldly.
The Adherer tried to think of something to say, mutely she just slowly
shook her head. There on the screen, her remaining clothing in pretty
disarray, was the heroine she had briefly battled in the police museum.
She was obviously unconscious, and the villainess watched as her
unresisting body was unceremoniously dragged along a narrow corridor.
"No?" questioned the villain, "then perhaps you could explain how
her torn clothing has traces of glue spattered over it?"
The young woman struggled to think of some excuse. She muttered
something about how it was alright, what with her being captured and
all, about how she planned to tell him what had happened and how it
wasn't really her fault that the sneaky heroine had found their lair.
But it all fell upon deaf ears.
In fact, the villainess was so concerned with her explanation, she
didn't notice as The Anaesthetist entered another more complex code
into his remote. Eventually she had run out of excuses and she again
looked up at her boss, hoping that he would give her one last chance.
"Well, thank you for collecting these items for me my dear", the
villain said kindly, "and don't worry, there is still a role for
you in this organisation, despite your failures".
Unconsciously, The Adherer relaxed, she smiled, relieved that she had
somehow managed to convince him of her worth. For the life of her, she
couldn't understand how she had managed it, but at the moment that
wasn't her concern. Although, the more she thought about it, the less
it seemed to make sense.
The villain watched in wry amusement as the girl swayed slightly, her
lips moving slowly as she tried to understand some great secret.
"I'd imagine that you're finding it quite difficult to focus
about now" he said, "finding your thoughts just going around and
around, not getting anywhere?"
The Anaesthetist laughed as she blinked stupidly, her eyes blank and
glassy now. Once again, the villain raised his remote control before
keying another series of commands.
By now the villainess was almost entirely unaware of her surroundings.
She did not react in the slightest as her clothing appeared to suddenly
dissolve into nothing. The woman had not realised that the
"improvements" which The Gadgeteer had made to her costume,
included one of her special restraint collars. Now it was active,
flooding her bloodstream with a powerful mixture of drugs.
A thin wisp of smoke drifted from the collar's fastener, a clear
indication that it was firmly locked in place. One final command, and
almost magically, thin plastic cuffs appeared around the drugged
woman's wrists and ankles.
Although seemingly supernatural, the bonds had in fact been formed from
the same material The Adherer's costume had been made of. Tiny
nano-machines (or nanties) had been released from her collar, first
they had disassembled her attire, denuding the helpless woman. Using
these raw materials it was a simple job to build the restraints.
"Yes", said the villain, "there is a role for you in this
organisation, I believe the term is guinea pig. The Gadgeteer has a new
toy she wants to test out, and I believe you would make an ideal
subject. I trust you don't object?"
Not waiting for any reply, the villain gently guided his former minion
down onto a low couch. She didn't resist as he laid her down, and
proceeded to press her ankle cuffs together, locking them with a soft
click. Rolling her onto her stomach, and pausing briefly to admire her
small rounded buttocks, he crossed her wrists together behind her back,
again with a soft click as the cuffs sealed together.
The Anaesthetist rolled her back over, a softly stroked one finger down
the helpless woman's throat, between her small breasts and down over
her stomach, stopping at the top of her pubic mound. Her body
responded, arching slightly at his touch as a low moan escaped her
slack lips.
"Don't worry", he whispered to her, "you will find your new
role most pleasurable, and I am sure you will prove to be far more
adept at this than you could have ever hoped to have been as a
super-villainess".
Then, he turned at left the drugged and bound woman lying helpless on
the couch. She certainly wasn't going anywhere, and there was at
least one superheroine to deal with, if not more. The Anaesthetist
smiled evilly under his mask, this was shaping up to be a very
stimulating day indeed...