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I didn't have a choice. I couldn't let people die. "Fine. You win. I'll be your ****." He smiled and turned off his computer. "Now that's more like it. Get on your knees ****." I did as I was told and dropped to my knees. "From now on, you shall refer to me as master. Do you understand ****?" I looked up to him. "Yes master. I understand." He smiled. "Rise ****." I stood up. He stood up and slowly walked towards me. As he passed me, he put his hand on my stomach and slide it along my side as he did. He sat down the couch. "Alright ****. Give me a lap dance."

I nearly gagged but I did what he said. I gave him the sexiest lap dance I could muster. It was so humilating. How could I let this happen? As I continued to dance, The Fabricator would reach out and touch me. Running his hands along my body. I tried moving away from his hands but he glared at me when I did. I stopped trying to stop him for fear of making him angry.

"That's enough." I stopped and stepped away. He gestured for me to kneel and I complied. He reached behind the couch and pulled out a broom and a dustpan. He tossed it at my feet. "Sweep up." "Yes master." I started sweeping the room. First a lap dance, now chores. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the Fabricator watching me. When I turned my back, I swear I could see him jacking off. This was disgusting.

"Alright toots, that's enough." I knelt down knowing that he would tell me to. He walked to me. Looming over me, he started to unzip his mechanics suit. "I think it's time we put that cute little mouth of yours to work." Oh god no. Before he could do what I knew he had in mind, his computer started beeping. "Damn it!" He zipped up his suit and went to his computer. Clicking a few buttons, the city mayor appeared on the computer. "What do you want gramps, I'm busy." "We've done our best to get ahold of Superiorman but we can't reach him right now." "Is that fact now? What's your point?" "I am merely asking for more time. Please do no gas my fair city." He laughed. "You know, I wasn't going to. Something fell into my lap to keep me entertained until that musclebound dipwad showed up but since you decided to interupt me, I might need a little more incentive not to gas you damn city." "What do you want?" "A billion dollars. Or else I'm going to gas the city." "A BILLION DOLLARS!!! How do you expect us to get that kind of money." "Well if you don't have that kind of money, I guess I might as well gas the damn place. That should get Inferiorman's attention." "NOOOO!!!! PLEASE!!!." He started typing commands on his computer. "Too late fatso. I'll see you in hell." "NOOOOOOO!!!!!"

This isn't good! He was really going to gas the city. I had to do something....but what could I do? I didn't have any powers.....what chance do I have against this guy. But if I didn't do anything, the city was doomed.