Doctor Questor (taken from a defunct story line)

You're used to understanding technology the way others understand their native languages, capable of building devices out of sci-fi TV shows. Since middle school, you traveled all over the world with your folks, getting into all sorts of adventures. Even though you were born in 1910, you barely look like you're in your 30s (finding those life-expanding herbs on Monster Isle will do that). But you've always your scientific prowess for good, never doing anything devious or dastardly (well, except for a couple pranks as a kid). Losing the lower half of your left arm during the Kremin invasion two years ago was a pain in the butt, but the prosthetic you built is just as effective. You are Dr. Tanya Questor, super-scientist and adventurer.

Standing at 5'8, 130 lbs, you'll never be a supermodel, but you're good-looking, and you know it. Your dark red hair is kept shoulder-length, your blue eyes are mesmerizing. You might have average breasts at 34 B, but they're all natural, perky, and topped with large aureola and thick, suckable nipples.You might spend a lot of time in your lab inventing gadgets for crime fighting, but you do manage to stay in shape. Instead of using brute **** and super strength to catch the bad guys, you rely on your intelligence and gadgetry. And gadgets galore you have!

Having already made your presence known to the mayor and the chief of police in the mayor's office. The business? Determining what you intend to do first to save the city.

The Police chief speaks first, "I don't like it. Dozens of people have gone missing, and the only lead we have is that all of the missing people were last seen around the Megacity warehouse district. Every black and white we've sent down there has either come up with nothing, or never returned. We're afraid to send anymore units down there, so we figured maybe you could help us out, Doc, seeing as you're a hero and all." The chief of Police smiles after informing you of this information, obviously looking over your body more intently than of the files he has set out about the case on the mayor's desk.

The mayor, noting the police chief's glances over your body as it's accented through the jacket steps forward. "There is also the matter of this bizarre cult of women who have so far robbed over 4 jewelry stores in Megacity so far. Guards and policemen have tried to stop them on each occasion but end up with no recollection of what happened after encountering the women. In fact everyone present only recalls the women, nothing else. How you go about investigating this is up to you, Dr. Questor, but we suspect there is some sort of magical power at work in this case. I know that may be a challenge for you, but best of luck."

The police chief, finally getting over how good you look in costume steps forward with another file he sets on the desk. "There is also the matter of the animal attacks, Doctor." He makes a concerted effort to stare into your blue eyes as he announces the other case. "Animals from zoos have been escaping, some have attacked citizens, we suspect that something sinister is behind these attacks. We suggest, if you're interested in looking into it, that you investigate the local zoos after dark. It seems like a steady stream of escapes are occuring every night."

The mayor, steps past the police chief and looks at you with respect, obviously concerned about the state of his city in the face of these new crimes.

"Well Dr. Questor, each of these problems is a priority, whichever you choose to investigate will be doing Supercity a huge favor."

You look at the Mayor and the Chief. Of course, they've overlooked the obvious once again. You pace around the conference room with your arms folded as if deep in thought about where to start. But you already knew that.

"Well, gentlemen. I think you'll find out, upon further investigation, all of these incidents are more than likely tied together." You ponder your theory for a moment. "Find the missing link, and you will solve all three cases. I suspect the strange cult of women is probably behind all of this. But the question is: What makes them a strange cult? That is the key. That is the source of what you call a 'magical power at work' I would suffice to say."

"So what are you saying, Doc?" the police chief asks. He's a good man, but he has a head like a lumber yard. Things are always laying around that need to be put away.

"What I'm saying is I will start with the strange cult of women. I think they're using mind control techniques, and I believe they're behind everything that's going on."

"Well why didn't you just say so in the first place, Doc?"

You take a look at the map of the recent crime spree. Sure enough, your hunch is right. The epicenter is the warehouse district. It's time to spring into action!

"I'm going to check out the warehouse district. I'll be in touch" you say to the gathering of gentlemen. with that you leave city hall, and launch yourself up into the sky, scouting the area from above. You quietly land a couple of blocks away from the warehouse district, and walk along the streets cautiously. Up ahead, at one particular warehouse, you see some activity. A large truck with a satellite mounted on top pulls in through a set of open double doors. You watch from a safe distance as the truck disappears inside, and the doors close. That has to be where the strange cult of women are hiding out. You silently and cautiously creep up to the warehouse doors. You try them, only to find out they're locked.

From somewhere inside the building, a powerful beam suddenly surrounds you, effectively disabling all of your weapons and gadgets. Two cars coming from opposite directions screech to a hault in front of you. A tall brunette steps out of one of the cars and walks toward you. "Well, if it isn't Tanya Questor! I'm honored to see you here. I didn't think it would take long for you to become involved. We've been expecting you, as you can tell. We've disabled all of your weapons and gadgets. You may as well surrender."

Like any good superhero, you know when to give up. This is one of those times. Without the use of your gadgets and weaponry, you are totally helpless. "I surrender" you say as you raise your hands. At least, if nothing else, you'll get to see first hand what this mysterious cult is up to.

The brunette snaps her fingers, and you are released from the beam. Your useless gadgets are now nothing more than playtoys for kids. Suddenly a hole opens up in the sidewalk, and an elevator appears. The brunette puts her hand on your shoulder, urging you over to the elevator. "This way, Miss Questor" she says. You comply and walk with her and her guards to the elevator. Down you go to the cult's underground lair.

"So tell me," you begin, "am I right in assuming the cult is behind the animal disappearances, the people disappearances, and the recent string of robberies?"

The brunette smiles at you. "You're exactly right, Tanya. I knew if anyone could tie everything together back to us, it would be you. You've always been one of my heroes" she says. "Unfortunately, now you've become my arch nemisis." She looks you in the eye, and her look softens. "But that could change. Join us, Tanya. There is so much more to be gained, if you do." She takes you into her arms and kisses you. It's a wonderful, lusty kiss that even you find hard to resist. The brunette finally breaks the kiss. "So what's it going to be? Nemisis, or partner? Or perhaps I should ask: Partner, or ****?"

The elevator comes to a hault, and the doors open up to reveal a gigantic underground complex. You look around at all the complex computer equipment and monitor screens. You're not sure what it all does, but you have a very strong hunch this is where the mind control the cult uses comes from. "So what is the name of my new nemisis, or partner, should I decide to join you?"

The brunette smiles at you. "Olivia LeTua" she says. "But you can call me Liv."

"Well, Liv" you take a deep breath. "I really don't know if I can join you and your organization. I don't think I'd make a really good bad person. I'm too used to being a good good person to be able to get the hang of it."

"What a pity" says Liv. "But I expected you to say as much. In that case, I hope you won't mind if I do what I have to do to you."

"Be my guest" you say. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

Liv caresses your face, and kisses you once more. "You're such a polite nemisis. I'll see you again real soon" she says with a wink and a smile. She turns to her guards. "Take Miss Questor to processing. You know what to do with her." with that, Liv goes her way, while two guards take you another.

The guards take you to the other end of the computer complex, through a set of automatic sliding doors. They walk you down a hallway that is lined with all kinds of rooms. You have no time to see what most of the rooms contain, but from what you can tell, they are all set up for **** of various types. They take you to a room at the far end of the long hall, and **** you to stand on a platform. A clear tube comes up through the floor and surrounds you. "We call this little machine The Nudifier. Just hold still. It won't take long" one of the guards tells you. The other guard pushes a button on a computer console, and a bright light engulfs your entire body. You can feel everything you're wearing being ripped from your body. When the light dissipates, you're left standing on the platform, completely naked. No clothes, no utility belt, no bracelets, no shoes, nothing.

You stand there, your nipples becoming erect from the exposure to the air around you, with arms at your sides. "Does it do hair, too?" you ask, trying to be sarcastic. A laser beam suddenly targets your head, your legs, and your pubic mound.

"Yes, it does" says the guard. "Want a demonstration?"

"Only if you recommend it" you say smugly.

"Yes, I do recommend it" says the guard, and she pushes a button. You feel a tingling sensation, and off goes your lovely mound of curly red pubic hair, leaving your soft, pouting pussy lips bare. "Mmmm. Nice looking pussy!" she says, licking her lips.

"You should taste it" you say, trying to entice her.

"Perhaps I will" she says. "Mind if I shave your legs?"

"Do you guarantee they'll be silky smooth?" you ask.

"I certainly do!" she says, smiling.

You bow politely, and gesture to her. "Then by all means, shave away!" you feel another tingling sensation all over your legs as the laser beam glides over them. You reach down to feel them. Indeed, they are silky smooth! You smile at the guard. "Thank you! I'll make sure Liv gives you a nice bonus the next time I see her. I'd give you a tip myself, but I seem to have misplaced my money clip. It was in my utility belt."

"Thank you, Miss Questor" says the guard. "Would you also like your hair done?"

"What options do I have?" you inquire. "Does it simply shave it all off, or can I get it styled?"

"I can style it for you if you like" says the guard. "All I have to do is select a style. Anything in particular you have in mind?"

"Hmmm..." you stand there thinking with your arms folded. "Do you have a hair style called Real Josie? I've always wanted to try that. It's kind of like a short, wavy bob with side swept bangs."

"Say no more!" says the guard. "I've got it up on my console, and it's programmed into the laser now. Shall I?"

"By all means, please do" you say with a smile. It has been a long time since you've had your hair styled.

The guard pushes a button, and every hair on your head tingles with delight. Or at least it seems that way.

The guard looks at you, and licks her lips. "Wow!" she says. "You really look hot like that!"

"I do?" you say. "Do you have a mirror?"

"Say no more! Full length, or facial only?"

"Full length" you say. "I'd like to get the whole picture." Up from the floor comes a full length mirror. You check yourself out thoroughly, liking every bit of what you see. "Gee, I do look hot! Thank you so much! I hope you get a really nice bonus from Liv!" You smile at her. "But if you don't, just let me know and I'll send you a nice tip once I escape. I've got to make myself one of these machines!"

The mirror retracts into the floor, and the guard motions to you. "Come along, Miss Questor. It's shower time, and then, I'm afraid, we'll have to delouse you before we can give you your prison uniform."

"Delouse me?" You have to wonder about that, since you no longer have any pubic hair the various little critters could possibly hide in.

"Sorry, but it's standard proceedure. You can file a grievance with Supervillains Local 991if you wish. I'll be glad to get the forms for you."

You think about how long it takes to stand before the grievance committee. "No, just spray me. It'll be okay."

The guard hugs you. "You're such an understanding arch enemy! Would you like to go out sometime? That is, if you escape?"

"Can you bring the machine?" you ask.

"Sure can" answers the guard.

"I'd love to!" you say with a smile.

The guards walk you across the hall to the next room. Yes, it's the shower room. The guards give you a bar of soap, some shampoo, and a a nice, large, thick towel. They watch you as you soap up your sexy, naked body. Then they both "Ooooo" and "Ahhhh" as the water from the shower cascades down your body, washing away all the soap. "Join me?" you ask them. They both look at each other, then at you.

"Promise no funny stuff?" asks the guard who did all your hair.

"I promise on my honor as a superhero, and as your captive. I will try no funny stuff."

They both quickly strip naked, and jump in the shower with you. One kisses your back while the other kisses your front. The one at your front kisses your neck and moves down to your breasts where she takes in both nipples and starts to suck on them. "Mmmm" she says. "I bet they would taste great if you were lactating!"

"Don't you have a machine that does that?" you ask breathlessly.

"Yes, we do!" says the guard as she continues to nip at your nipples and caress your breasts.

"AAAUUUGGGHHH!" you say as the one kissing your back works her way down to your ass, and thrusts her tongue into your anal bud. "Then.... Let's... Find out.... How good... My... Milk tastes!" you say as the guard at your front has just driven her tongue into your swollen cunt. "AAAUUUGGGHHH!" you brace yourself against the shower wall as you quickly climax from the double penetration of their tongues.

Once you regain your senses, you lay down on the shower room floor, and motion to one of the guards to sit on your face. It's the one who stripped you, and did all your hair work. "Whats your name, sweetie?" you ask her just before she grinds her pussy into your mouth. "Ameeeee!" she moans as your tongue slips into her hot, wet slit. You can feel the other guard climb on top of you. She starts sucking on your nipples and fingering your pussy while your tongue continues to work its magic on Amy's slit. You find Amy's clit, and you suck it into your mouth and treat it like it's a tiny cock. You roll your tongue around it and suck hard. Amy moans with delight, and her hips buck and gyrate as shje pushes her sweet little cunt harder into your face. You reach up and grab Amy's nipples and roll them between your fingers, setting off a huge orgasm inside her. "OOOOOOHHHHHH!" she cries out as her girl juices erupt all over your face. Meanwhile the other guard has you at the brink again as you thrust upward into her fingers. You cum again all over her fingers, moaning into Amy's pussy. The three of you collapse on the floor in a heap. The two guards now snuggle up next to you. You look into Amy's eyes and say "I told you I wouldn't try anything funny. I think I'm going to enjoy being a prisoner here!" The three of you laugh like schoolgirls, and share kisses. Then the two guards get up, dry off, and get dressed.

"Well Miss Questor," says Amy, "I hate to say it, but it's time for your delousing. If you'd kindly dry off and follow us, we'll be getting on."

You dry off and follow them out the door, across the hall to the next room. "Well, here we are at the delousing station" says Amy. She picks up the spray hose and turns on the delousing tank. You drop your towel. "Okay Amy. Spray my pussy." She sprays you, and it feels wonderful. Yet you know you can't do much with a delouser becaue of the chemicals. Amy quickly finishes up, and they lead you back across the hallway to another room.

You look around the room and see chairs that look like toilets lined up against the wall. Hoses hang down from the ceiling, and it's aparent what goes on in this room. It has to be a douching and an enema station. You turn to Amy and say "Don't tell me. I'm about to get an enema, and get douched with a powerful anti germ solution."

"Gee Miss Questor," says Amy, "you're getting good at this."

You smile at Amy. "Please Amy. Call me Tanya. And what should I call you?" you ask the other guard.

The young brunette bows politely to you. "My name is Cheri."

"Well Cheri, Amy I guess I'm up for a douche and an enema. It actually looks like fun. Have either of you tried this yet?"

They both look at each other, and smile over at you. "No, we haven't."

You get a devilish glint in your eye. "Wanna try it out with me?"

"YES!" they both say at the same time. Neither of them can get out of their uniform fast enough. Soon they're standing before you naked. They each have one of your breasts in their mouth, and they're slowly pushing you onto one of the toilet like chairs. Amy grabs the douche hose while Cheri grabs the enema hose. They stuff the hoses up inside you at the same time. Cheri digs a remote out of her uniform, then she and Amy stuff hoses inside each others' ass and pussy. Amy sits in the chair to your left while Cheri sits in the chair to your right. They each take one of your breast in their hungry mouths again, and Cheri pushes the button on the remote that activates the antibacterial wash. The solution sprays up inside the three of you at the same time while you frantically rub your clits. The solution is luke warm and gives you a sense of fullness right away. You can feel theexcess spurting out of your pussy, but your ass seems to keep taking in more and more. Finally your intestines start to cramp up, and you know it won't be much longer before you have to expell the enema. You look at Cheri and Amy, and say "We gotta cum at the same time, right when we're ready to expell the enema. Okay? It'll be mind blowing!"

The three of you frig your clits even harder as the enema hoses leave your asses at the same time. It's just a matter of minutes now, and you can feel yourself building to a climax. Your senses tingle, your body spasms, and you try to hold back the enema for as long as you can before expelling it into the toilet. The act of trying to hold it back is enough to set off a super orgasm in all of you at the same time. The three of you cry out in an orgasmic chior of moans and sighs as the pressure in your asses is relieved. You frig yourselves through it until you finally come back to your senses.

"That was fantastic!" Cheri says. "Let's do it again!"

Amy pouts. "Wish we could, but we're on a tight schedule. We still have all that attrocious paperwork to do!" Then she smiles and loks over at you. "And if we want to make it to the lactation chamber, we better hurry!" Cheri pushes another button on the remote, and a fine spray shoots up and cleans off everyone's ass. The two guards hurriedly put on their uniforms and rush you across the hall to do paperwork. Amy sits down behind the desk and grabs the proper forms to process you with.

Amy clears her throat and says "Name? Including any official title."

"Doctor Tanya Questor" you say in response.

"Age?"

"One hundred and one."

"That's odd. You don't look a day over thirty-two to me" Amy smiles at you and rubs your foot with hers under the desk. "Sex?"

"Can't get enough" you answer, and the three of you crack up laughing.

"Address?"

"Secret lair, or street address?"

"Street address will be fine."

And so went the rest of the processing interview. You got your prisoner ID number, which is 143876. The guards also gave you a pink prison camisole with matching panties. Both were stamped with your prisoner ID number. They told you you could put them on right away, but you grew fond of being able to run around naked, so they let you hold onto them until they released you to the general prison population. You did, however, put on the complimentary pink, fuzzy bunny slippers and lace thigh high stockings they gave you. What can you say? At a hundred and one, it's very hard to keep your feet warm!

"Well, we finished that in record time" Amy says to you and Cheri. "Shall we head to the lactation chamber? Or would you rather continue the tour as it's laid out, and go to the toy room next?"

"Toy room?" you say, quite startled and keenly interested, your curiosity getting the best of you.

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"Yes, toy room" states Amy once again. "You're curious, aren't you?"

"Well, if I said I wasn't, I'd be a liar" you say in response.

Amy smiles at you with a devilish grin. "That's exactly why I thought I'd mention it, Tanya. Wanna go check out the toys? Maybe use them on two horny guards who think they can't get enough sex either?"

"As long as you and Cheri promise to use them on me, too!" you say with a wry smile. You start to wonder if this isn't the reason why so many people who have been seen here or sent here have disappeared here. Maybe they decided to stay on their own? Maybe much in the same way you're starting to feel? At first you wanted to try and escape. But now? Now you could care less if Liv herself opened the front doors and told you to get out. It's just too much fun to be imprisoned here! You're definitely falling for Amy and Cheri, and there's too much pleasure you'd hate to leave behind.

"Besides" says Cheri, "the lactaion chamber is right after the toy room. I know I'd rather get all worked up with toys before I get milked!"

"You two are really naughty!" you say. "You're both going through the lactation chamber too?"

"Why not?" says Amy. "We can take turns sucking milk from each others' big slutty titties!"

"You're right Amy. We all seem to have big slutty titties, don't we?" you say.

"Maybe that's because the three of you ARE sluts!" says a voice from the doorway. The three of you turn around, startled to see none other than Liv herself standing in the doorway, dressed in a tight fitting black catsuit with two more guards flanking her on either side. She holds a coiled up bullwhip in one hand and a master remote to the complex in the other. Her arms are crossed in front of her, and she looks rather mad and impatient. "Enjoying yourself, Miss Questor?" she asks you.

"Yes. Very much" you reply. "By the way, Amy and Cheri deserve big bonuses for all they've done to me. I thought you should know that." You primp your hair a bit to show it off. "Like it?"

"It does make you look very sweet and sexy" says Liv. She turns her attention to Amy and Cheri. "Your bonuses will be you get to keep your jobs as guards, and you get to try out the rest of the facility with Miss Questor. The bad news is, I'll be doing the torturing from here on. Now get those uniforms off. It seems I've got a lot of slutty titties to milk, after the toy room."

The two guards quickly strip off their uniforms, and now stand naked beside you. "At least we got our bonuses" Amy says to you. She kisses you sweetly. "I think I'm in love with you, Tanya" she whispers in your ear. "I think I'm in love with you, too" you whisper back. "And Cheri as well."

"Isn't that cute?" says Liv, sarcastically. "Three naked lovebirds! All that's left for them to decide is who's going to have whose baby when we reach the impregnation chamber!"

Cheri jumps up and down excitedly, her ample breasts jiggling and bouncing. "I want to have both their babies!" she screams.

"You have one of those?" you say, positively amazed. For a crime fighting super genius there's a lot of things you haven't created.

Liv smiles at you. "Yes, we have one of those, and much more. What can I say? I guess criminal supervillain geniuses are more creative than crime fighting ones."

"Is it too late to join you?" you find yourself asking.

"I'm afraid it is" says Liv. "It would absolutely destroy the whole plot and premise of the story we're in now. You know, the good versus evil thing? Look at it this way: Maybe someone will write another story in which we're sidekicks. Maybe they'll call it "The New Adventures of Liv and Tanya." Would that make you happy?"

"We want to be in the story, too!" says Amy. "We'll be the villains! We'll have such fun capturing both of you!"

"We can put them on the double dong bicycle built for two!" chimes in Cheri.

You raise an eyebrow. "You have one of those, too?"

"YES!" Liv says as she rolls her eyes at the two naked guards. "And I told them they could keep their jobs? Who writes this stuff any way?" Now she was getting steamed. "Whoever is writing this crap doesn't take into account that supervillains like me have feelings, too! Why do the superheroines always seem to fall for the big titted, horny, dimwitted guards we're always **** to hire instead of us?"