The Becomming of Evil

When you get right down to it, the press does their job too well, and too poorly at the same time. On one hand, they get to the story quickly, getting all kinds of photos, videos, soundbites, and facts. On the other, they tell the 'public' too much about things they really shouldn't be talking about. This had become a boon for me in getting the info on Terra and Jinx, and it would serve me well in my new, if temporary, city.

I holed up in Steel City for a few weeks, landing a pittance of a job at a local convenience store and spending a lot of time watching the news. After the first three minutes I saw that Steel City had it's own version of the Teen Titans, the Titans East. Convenient if you ask me, since it was one stop shopping for everything I wanted to know about them. There was only one female in the whole bunch, but she was worth it. Her name, given to me readilly by the stupid-box hanging in a corner of the store, was Bumblebee. She had almost everything, nice breasts, long strong legs, an ass that didn't quit, and she was black. I hadn't ever had a black woman, but somehow she just did it for me. On the downside, she did have some kind of afro pulled into two balls on the top of her head. No matter, her hair was one of the last things I was looking at.

I had to learn about her though, my now deep-set desire for sexual depravity was calling for her and I couldn't really disappoint it. The news came to my rescue giving this wonderful little sidebar of "Bumblebee Facts." They listed her 'B' shaped guns, the fact that she can fly with these little bee-like wings, and she should shrink down to the size of, well a bee. Aside from a pretty good physique, she didn't appear to have any other super powers. Not that I was complaining.

Sitting behind a counter at the store, I had plenty of time to work out the details of my devious little plan. Finally after some long days slaving over the cash-register, I got enough money for both my supplies and a flight back home. Now I just had to come up with a way to get Bumblebee to show up to a little 'accident'.

Again, the news provided me with the answer. There was some kind of ruckus downtown one evening, it looked like some riot or something. The Titans East showed up on the scene, well everyone except Bumblebee. Taking my cue, I ran out of my apartment and down to a car on the street that I had stolen after I got into town. It was new and reliable with all the bells and whistles, especially a driver's side airbag. Driving around the block, I returned to my street and broke into the convience store which was a couple blocks down. Using the car as a ram, I drove it into the front of the store hard. Luckily the place was closed, I knew since I closed it and disabled the security cameras. The airbag deployed and I landed against it heavily. No where near the speed to actually hurt me, I jumped out of the car and ran over to the cash register where I hit the alarm and opened the register, taking all the money out of it.

It didn't take too long before my efforts were rewarded with the sound of some glass falling. Coming in through the broken front glass was the woman of my current dreams, Bumblebee. She wore her black and yellow striped shirt pulled taunt across her breasts, skin tight black leather pants with black heels, though her hair was still in that bad hairdo. "Alright, where are you?" she called out as she stepped in.

I slid back under the counter and hid. As I heard her approach, I reached into a pocket of my jacket and pulled out a small spray bottle. Filled with a mixture of ether, cholorform, and a couple other chemicals I looked up on the net. The compound really only had one use, and I was about to put it to the test. "Get up, I see you over there," she said as she got to the counter. "Come up with your hands up."

I oblidged, holding the squirt bottle above my head with my arms. "Ok, ok. I give up."

"Drop the bottle, or you're all wet," the superhero said defiantly.

I tried not to groan at the pun as I looked at the bottle confusedly. As hoped, she lowered her 'B' shaped guns for a second as she strained to see what I was looking at. It was just the opening I was looking for; I turned the spray nozzle towards her and let off two quick squirts that hit her right below her nose. Without waiting to see the results of my handiwork, I dropped back down behind the counter.

Bumblebee made a couple coughing and spitting sounds followed by a choking gag before I herd something like a sack of potatoes hitting the ground. "Hello?" I called, but the call went unanswered.

Slowly I climbed over a fallen pile of cigarette packs and made my way around the counter. There lying on her side was the now unconcious form of bumblebee. Getting next to her, I poked her in the arm, testing the effectiveness of the drug. She appeared dead, but the slight rise and fall of her chest told me that I hadn't overdone the concentration. Perversely, I found myself running my hand over her warm skin and down to her firm thigh. ~Not yet,~ I thought as I almost physically had to pull my hand away from her body.

The sound of police cars could be heard in the distance as I pulled the fallen superhero up onto my shoulder. I couldn't help myself this time and I reached up with my free hand and took a handful of her ass and kneaded it in my fingers. With nary a glance back I hauled the woman off into the night.

"Wha... Lemme go!"

"I see you are awake. my dear." I walked over to the bed in the small apartment and turned on the small lamp next to the bed on the lowest of its three settings. The warm light spilled over the her form, revealing her clothing still intact, but she was tied hand and foot to the corners of the bed face up and spread eagle. "I didn't really want to start without you."

"Dammit, let me go! You'll be sorry..." Her voice trailed off before she turned and gave me the look of death. "What did you do to me."

"Oh, you mean tying you down on the bed?" I asked innocently.

"No! The thing, the thing in my..."

"Ass?" I asked, finishing her question. "Oh, that. While you were unconscious, I put a plug into you. Don't worry. The lights were off, I didn't see anything, though you can learn a lot about someone's anatomy just by touch. It's purpose is to keep you from shrinking down. If you try, it will stay the same size and rip you in half." I sat down on the bed next to her, watching as her expression changed from anger to abject fear. "Not, that the image of it doesn't provide some sadistic pleasure for me. Don't worry, I'm not here to _hurt_ you, though if you want me to I'll be happy to."

Bumblebee just laid there with her mouth hanging open. I could almost watch the wheels grinding on the information, it was a pleasure to see. "I'll scream. Someone will come to help me."

Opening the drawer of the nightstand, I pulled out the little round device with the antenna and the big letter 'T' on it. "This? I took the batteries out. There is no one in the apartment on the other side of this wall, we are on the top floor, and in this old building, no one below us will hear you. You could scream all you want, but I don't really want to listen to it." I reached into the drawer and pulled out a leather strap that been run through a rather large rubber ball. On the ends of the strap were small silver snaps. "This is called a ball gag. I'm sure you will get to know it."

I took the ends in my hand and leaned over to her. I expected her to fuss and fight, making it a challenge to put the tool of submission in, but instead she watched it approaching her mouth and after a few moments of staring, she opened her mouth and lifted her head as I put it in. I wasn't sure really what to make of it, maybe she had seen the futility of resisting, or maybe she was saving her strength for later. I wasn't sure, but her willful obedience wasn't going to make me lower my guard.

Sitting there next to her, watching her watch me, I felt a rush through my veins. This dark skinned vixen had been on my mind since I first saw her on the TV, and now she was here, in my control. It was almost too much for me and I felt like just sitting there and staring at her all night. But this wasn't a peep show and soon my desire to do more slowly overcame my voyeuristic tendencies. Reaching into my pocket, I took out a old fashioned boxcutter which was no more than a pointed razorblade with a handle. Bumblebee's eyes went wide and she tried to say something through the gag, but all I heard was a gurgling, muffled moan. "Don't worry, I said I wouldn't hurt you and as long as you don't move, I won't."

I kept the blade retracted as I kicked off my shoes and slowly climbed onto the bed, mounting the woman, my knees on either side of her waist and my ass on her pelvis. While she was unconcious I had removed her pants and boots, leaving her clad only in her underwear from the waist down. I had to since it was holding the plug in her ass, keeping her from expelling it.

The view below me was astounding, the breasts of the crimefighter heaving and straining at the yellow and black striped sleveless shirt. I put the knife down next to me before my hands slowly moved up her sides and onto her breasts. With a gentleness I didn't know I possessed anymore I squeezed and kneaded her breasts in my hands. They gave way easily, the firm young skin allowing them to return to their normal state quickly whenever I let go for a moment.

I rolled her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, which sent her head to one side and she breathed deeply. "Are you enjoying this?" She shook her head and made a sound like 'no'. I had noticed that she raised her chest up as I applied more pressure to the nipple and pulled on it. "Then why are you pressing against me?"

If she wasn't so dark skinned, I would have thought she blushed. Instantly she lowered her chest to the bed and tried to pull her nipple away from my grasp. Being tied to the bed though, she couldn't get away and for her trying to get away, I pulled on the nipple a little harder than was necessary and she yelped through the gag.

The thrill was really doing wonders for my mood, and the difficulty I felt trying to change my position was from my, well the excitement in my pants. I let my hands wander over her body, feeling it move and react to the gentle pressures I put on it. Before long, she was panting through the gag and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead. If only I had a camera. Finally I slid my hands down against the tops of her tights and slowly pulled them down, exposing her finely trimmed bush. She didn't have any underwear on, I had taken care of that when I put the vibrator in her ass when she was still unconscious. Much to my surprise, I could see her wetness glistening on her bush in the faint light of the room.

As I stared at her, I pulled out a small pocket knife and quickly used it to split her tights in the center, so I wouldn't have to untie her feet in order to get in between them. She let out a yip through the gag, but it didn't bother me, I had purchased another set in her size she could wear later.

There was much to do before I could take what I wanted from her though. While she lay there in confusion and fear at what I would do next, I went to the corners of the bed where I tied her feet. Adjusting the knots, I let out enough slack so she could pull her knees up. If all went well, she'd be pulling at the ropes soon enough as she yeared in pleasure. With that done, I started pulling off my own clothes, releasing my pent up excitement which when bumblebee saw it, her eyes went wide and she shook her head for a second before calming down and a look of anticipation crossed her face.

Slowly I settled my face between her legs, looking at her dark and tidy crotch. Before I began, I reached down and twisted on the vibrator/plug that was in bumblee's ass. It clicked softly and then started vibrating, which made my kitten jump. "You like that don't you?" She didn't answer but let out a soft moan, which answered for her.

Parting her lips with my fingers, I began to lap at her clit, causing her to buck a little and her legs slowly raised up until they ran out of the extra slack I gave them. Slowly I worked her, listening to her sounds and changing my motions to draw out the most pleasurable sounds from her. I worked myself faster and more insistant until her feet were pulling so hard on the ropes that she was making red marks on her ankles. I knew I had accomplished one of my goals when her head smashed against the bed and my chin became slick with her juices. Bumblebee let out a scream through the gag as her body convulsed as she rode my tongue through her orgasm until she collapsed back onto the bed.

While she was spent, I wasn't. After giving her a moment to collect herself, I climbed up on-top of her and hovered by body over hers. It took her a moment to react, but when she did, she was either too weak, or too excited to do anything about it. I eased the tip of my penis down onto her pussy and she lifted her legs again as I pushed my head into her opening. The pressure was wonderful as I took one of her chocolatey nipples between my teeth and pushed the rest of myself into her. Her recent orgasm had made her that much tighter and I loved it. With measured strokes I began riding in and out of her, slowly building my momentum and speed. Before long she was bucking against me. Forgetting all about what I was doing, i pulled off her gag and she immediately pressed her lips against mine, her tongue thrusting itself into my mouth.

We had to have kept up that pace for ten minutes until I finally couldn't wait anymore. She was close too, she was getting tighter as she neared her own release. Together we screamed into each other's mouth as we both climaxed. The feeling was wonderful and I swear I almost cracked her pelvis as I pushed deeply into her, feeling her cervix spasm against the end of my penis.

It seemed to take forever, but we both slowly came down from our precipice of ecstasy and I climbed off her. I took my time putting on my clothes, just watching her dozing slightly. I went to the other side of the room and pulled a pair of tights out of a small bag and put them on the end of the bed. Then opening a small Ziploc bag from the same bag, I pulled out a small cloth. Gently I put it against her nose, which caused her to wake up for a moment before the fumes too her over and she relaxed. With her out, I reached down and pulled the plug out of her bum, allowing her to shrink down and thereby un-tieing herself, which is what the plug was there to prevent in the first place.


"Knowing she'd be out for a couple hours, I washed up and left the building."

"Wer... weren't you afraid that she'd come and find you?" the doctor asked after a few moments of snapping herself out of the mental image I had given her.

"Yeah, I had certainly left enough DNA evidence for them to find me this time. I figured I'd head out of town, but for some reason, I headed back to Capital City. Which would lead to the reason I'm here today."

I watched the doctor cross her legs as her face flushed. "Can I get you some water, Janine? I can call you Janine, can't I?" I asked innocently.

"How... how did you know my name?" she stammered, her eyes getting large.

"It is on your ID," I said, nodding at the small ID badge clipped to her lapel.

"Oh." she mumbled as she removed her white doctor's coat and put it over the back of the chair. She was in a loose flitting blue/green blouse which was thin enough I could see the faint outline of her nipples pushing through her bra. She probably wasn't even aware of it, but she was warm enough that her coat must have been uncomfortable. "Yeah, I could use some water."

I poured her some water and set the glass on the coffee table between us, so she'd have to lean over to get it. Just another way I worked to get what I wanted.