Regroup

"...Well, it's good to know you're safe. Bye, Taylor." You end the call and put the phone in your pocket. You were very glad you had taken the precaution of relocating your family shortly after you chose the supervillain life, otherwise Taylor would probably be being interrogated by Ultragirl right now, rather than sunbathing in Barbados. To be safe you had also issued a command to your school harem so that they would completely forget their true purpose as your ****, or that you had done anything to them. Emma warned you that they would all develop severe depression after losing the euphoria of your ownership, even without their memories. However, it was a necessary sacrifice for their safety and yours.

The hand holding yours tightens ever so slightly, and you look anxiously at its owner. Rachel has been **** for nearly twenty hours since her fight with Ultragirl, and she looks none the better for it. Most of her beautiful body is wrapped in bandages, one arm in a cast, an IV drip snaking into her arm as a device on her finger monitors her vitals. Rachel's bedroom in the mansion is barely recognisable, turned into an impromptu infirmary. But despite everything she's been through, even ****, her hand recognised yours and clasped it tightly - and you hadn't let go since.

Now, you sigh with relief as Rachel's bruised eyes open a crack. "{if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}," she croaks, her face creasing in a smile.

You lean over her to gently kiss her lips. Rachel kisses back, weakly but lovingly. "How do you feel?" you ask, drawing back.

"Like I got knocked out of the sky," she jokes, wincing at the movement of her ribs.

"That's fair," you grin, as Amy enters the room behind you, dressed in a nurse's shift that makes you think you should get injured sometime.
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"It's more than fair," comments the redhead, walking over to check Rachel's temperature. "You broke your ulna, your radius, four ribs, fractured your skull - twice! - plus extensive internal bleeding and a contusion. If {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif} hadn't hypnotically enhanced your body, you would be dead now. Most of your recovery has just been your body healing itself, in all honesty." Leaning closer to the other girl, she adds, "Glad to have you back, babe."

"Thank you, Amy," says Rachel sincerely.

"No worries," she responds cheerfully. "I always wanted to be a nurse or doctor growing up. I just didn't expect to perform trauma surgery in my first hour of practice."

Rachel seems like she's about to laugh, but only rasping coughs come out. Amy quickly offers her some water, which Rachel accepts, before lying back in the bed again as Amy bustles off.

"I'm sorry, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}."

You turn to Rachel, surprised. "For what?"

"I failed you," the bruised girl croaks. "I lost the fight, and you were endangered by my failure. I humbly request that you punish me."

"You did everything I expected of you," you say seriously. "You protected me with everything you had - and you almost died for it. You were a model **** out there. So no. Request denied."

Rachel slowly nods her head. "I... thank you, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}. I promise I will do better next time."

A knock sounds at the door, and you turn to see Asami popping her head in. "Sorry {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}, I didn't realise... I can brief you later if you prefer?"

"No, come in. It's been a while since I've been relieved, anyway."

The Japanese girl bows, and briskly crosses the room to kneel in front of you. Her small hands nimbly remove the obstacles between her and your cock, and she eagerly begins to stroke its hardening length. "The Trojan program is fully operative within Echo," she says, her eyes torn between your face and your throbbing member. "We can find anything or anyone you desire, whilst our own digital activity is hidden from them."

"And there's no risk your program has been compromised?" you ask, relaxing as you feel yourself reaching your full size, Asami's grip now barely reaching halfway around your girth.

"No, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}. GCHQ found my decoy program within the first hour, and are in the process of dismantling it. They may find the second decoy if they keep looking, but I calculate only a 0.01% chance of them ever finding the Trojan, let alone deactivating it. Echo shows no signs that our location has been compromised, or our families'."

"Good," you smile. "You deserve a reward, ****. Cum." Asami cries out as her body is abruptly wracked by pleasure, her fingers faltering on your cock as her eyes defocus, before the orgasm passes and she resumes the handjob. "{if Futa==true}T{else}Oh, and I meant to ask - t{endif}hat was a bluff, when you threatened to start nuclear war, right?"

Asami averts her dark eyes. "{if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}, if Ultragirl had captured you, you would likely have been imprisoned indefinitely, or even de-powered. You would never come to conquer the world, and your slaves - myself included - might never be able to service you again. I would sacrifice any number of lives to protect you, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}. I apologise deeply if my actions were improper."

"No, it's okay. Either way, the bluff worked."

Her slender eyelashes bend into a frown. "Unfortunately I don't believe we'll be able to use it again. The navy appear to have physically severed the missile launch system's connection to the rest of their submarines' electronics, and they must have communicated this to other nations because Echo indicates the US, Russia and France are all doing the same. In two hours, nuclear weapons are now literally un-hackable."

"As I said, it's okay," you continue, {if Futa==true}massaging your breasts and {endif}breathing heavily from the stimulation of Asami's blowjob. "I appreciate your loyalty, but I don't want the world turned into a nuclear wasteland, even if I'm not there to see it." You glance at Rachel, but the injured girl appears to have fallen asleep, softly snoring next to you.

"I will update my priorities, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," nods Asami, but she is increasingly distracted by rubbing your dick, as it twitches from the occasional scrape of her nails. You're close, and your **** knows it. She lashes her tongue against your shaft, licking it like a lollipop, as she pumps her hands hard and fast up your length. She looks up at you, her eyes wide. "Please cum on my face, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}. I want to feel your cum on my skin."

"Well, you have been a good ****," you grunt. With one push, your geyser erupts, spraying hot, sticky fluid over the Japanese girl's pretty face. She moans happily as you continue to spurt over her, your batter soaking her hair and her clothes, until she looks less like a socially awkward genius beauty, and more like her new true self; a cum-loving ****.