With a Surprise Visit

As dusk turns to darkness, the lair falls into a stillness, broken only by the occasional sound of someone knocking on what's now Mark's bedroom door, followed by his gruff demand for privacy. With no news from him, we all eventually retreat to our respective rooms for the night. I find myself in one of the guest rooms, feeling an odd dislocation in my own lair, but if Mark wants solitude, I'm damn well going to give it to him.

Brushing my teeth, I’m suddenly on high alert as I hear a sound from the bedroom. Toothbrush in hand, I morph into a more combat-ready form, ready to pounce at a moment's notice. I barely register the figure in the room before a familiar beam of light hits me, my eyes tracking the dancing particles as they settle.

Dr. Mind stands before me, his aged appearance belying a keen intellect. His hair, a distinguished silver, is swept back neatly, and his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose, catching the light as he smirks at me. The usual white lab coat he wears is pristine, contrasting with the dark leather gloves fitted snugly on his hands.

"Did you really think I'd let our last encounter be the end, Volt Vixen. Or should I call you Katrina?" His voice is smooth, almost charming, but the gleam in his eye is pure triumph. "I was so certain I had you with my ray last time. But no matter, you're mine now."

A frown creases my brow as I realize he's right. The urge to please him is overwhelming, as if it's been etched into my very being. But then, Mark flashes across my mind and a surge of conflict roils within me. I no longer feel the loyalty that had been so strong, replaced by a sense of disgust at the memories of what I've done for him, despite my natural inclinations. Yet, there's a niggling thought that maybe it wasn't all bad—that I actually had some good times with him.

I can't help but let out a laugh, looking at Dr. Mind. "Well, aren't you the cat that caught the canary? You've got me. I want what you want, and it seems you've got exactly that."

He adjusts his glasses, his expression one of refined satisfaction. "My dear, let's not dwell on the past. We have a future to build. Together." His gentlemanly demeanor is almost convincing, but we both know the truth—his ray has made me his puppet, and for now, I can't resist the strings.

As I stand there, toothpaste frothing at the corner of my mouth, a strange sense of déjà vu washes over me. It's almost comical how quickly my invincible self has been flipped on its head… again.

"Dr. Mind," I begin, stepping back into the small bathroom and spitting into the sink and wiping my mouth, "you should know, your ray actually did work on me the first time around. But, see, I… kinda fell for Mark, one of your hostages at the time."

His laughter fills the room, rich and full of genuine amusement. "My, my, that's quite the twist. The man has been exceptionally lucky, and apparently quite shrewd to evade capture this long." Dr. Mind strokes his chin thoughtfully. "I'll give him that. And I suppose I should be grateful; it simplifies matters for me considerably. I might not even punish him too severely for his interference."

I'm surprised to find myself feeling a twinge of relief at his words, even though I'm aware I could snuff out Mark without a second thought if commanded.

"There's also the matter of Clonica. One of her copies is here, bound to Mark," I report dutifully, my newfound loyalty dictating my actions.

Dr. Mind chuckles, a low, knowing sound. "Ah, I've already addressed that little complication." He turns and calls out, "Clonica, darling, come here."

The door swings open, and in struts Clonica with her characteristic swagger, a smirk on her lips. "Looks like I'm the hot potato, passing from hand to hand," she quips, her voice laced with her usual crass humor.

Before I can respond, Dr. Mind interjects, "I've been informed another Clonica is out playing hero. She won't return until it's too late." The clone at our side nods in confirmation, her smirk unwavering.

"And Sienna?" I add, feeling the need to lay all the cards on the table. "She's under my influence thanks to the ray. But she's no threat; she'll do anything I want, even if what I want is controlled by someone else."

Dr. Mind nods, his expression one of approval. "Excellent. Then it seems we have everything in order. Your loyalty is most appreciated, Katrina, or should I simply call you Kat now?"

I can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. "You can call me whatever the fuck you want," I tell Dr. Mind with a wry smile. "I'll be more than glad for it."

Dr. Mind nods, a sinister amusement in his eyes, and declares, "Then Whore it is, for all the pain you've caused me." He then launches into his tale of escape from supermax, pride swelling in his voice. "Even stripped of my gadgets, I've proven that the mind is the greatest tool. Those simpleton guards never stood a chance against classic hypnosis."

Clonica and I exchange a glance, knowing full well that stroking his ego is the game we're playing now. We feed into it, nodding and hanging on his every word as if they're gospel.

His gaze sweeps over me, and he commands, "Strip, Whore."

Without hesitation, my clothes vanish, and I stand there naked, the cool air of the room making my nipples harden. It's almost routine now, the way these guys demand I get naked, but there's a part of me that's fucking thrilled to oblige because of that stupid mind ray. I don't mind, of course, I don't…

Clonica, ever the crude one, pipes up, "Should I get in on this action too?"

Dr. Mind waves her off, "Not now. I have a score to settle with our dear Vixen." His eyes fix on me as he unzips his pants. "Get on your knees and show me how a Whore pleases."

And so I do. I kneel before him, taking his aging cock into my mouth. I'm not thrilled to be sucking him off; he's a man, I'm a dyke, and he's not exactly my type. But it's not about what I want. It's about pleasing him, and damn if I don't want to do that.

I'm working my mouth around Dr. Mind's shaft, my tongue swirling, when suddenly there's a fucking commotion behind him. A blast of light slams into the old man's back, and he groans, completely thrown off.

"Mark!" Clonica screeches, her voice laced with urgency. She's splitting faster than a cell in mitosis, tackling Mark and sending his ray gun skittering across the floor.

I pop off Dr. Mind's dick and stand, ready to throw down for him, which is all sorts of fucked up. But there he is, looking lost as a kid in a carnival, and here I am, muscles rippling, ready to rumble. Clonica's got Mark pinned, the poor bastard gasping like a fish out of water.

Dr. Mind is begging, "Stop, please!" and he's looking at Mark with these goddamn puppy eyes. What the actual fuck?

Then it clicks. Mark's got Dr. Mind wrapped around his little finger now. Clonica's cackling, and I can't help but smirk. "Looks like you've got yourself a new plaything, Mark. Doubt he'll be as fun to fuck, though."

Dr. Mind's face is redder than a baboon's ass, but he's still got that gentlemanly tone. "If Mr. Mark desires to… engage with me, I shall endeavor to meet his needs, though I would prefer otherwise…"

Sienna bursts in, her eyes wide with confusion. "What the hell is going on here?" She spots Dr. Mind and her brow furrows deeper. "Who's controlling who?"

I rub my temples, feeling a migraine coming on. "It's a clusterfuck, Sienna. Mark's got Dr. Mind. Dr. Mind's got me and Clonica. And Clonica's got jokes for days."

The crude Clonica chimes in with a snort, "More like a daisy chain of domination."

Sienna sighs, looking as if she's ready to walk the fuck out. "Great, just what we needed. Another Tuesday."

The Clonicas, each one straddling Mark, look over to Dr. Mind for the go-ahead, their bodies tense with anticipation. With a slight nod from the old man, they release their grip and converge back into a single form, standing beside me with a smirk.

Sienna's confusion is palpable, and I get it, I really fucking do. My loyalty is supposed to be with Dr. Mind, but he's all puppy-eyed for Mark now. I'm taking orders from a man who's taking orders from another man. It's a twisted game of telephone, and it's giving me a headache.

Sienna catches my eye, her own expression a mix of sympathy and I-told-you-so. "Looks like you and Clonica finally get how shitty it is to be at the bottom of the food chain," she says with a bitter half-smile.

Dr. Mind, still displaying that composed facade, turns to Mark. "What would you have us do, sir?" His voice is steady, but there's an undercurrent of something I can't quite place.

Mark stands, dusting himself off, the picture of determination. "I want the girls back under my control," he says, his voice firm.

Dr. Mind explains, "The original ray, the one you just zapped me with, Mark, it's a one-shot deal. Use it twice on someone, and you'll cook their brains." We all flinch at the thought. "But," he continues, "I came prepared with an upgraded version. It realigns neural pathways without frying them. It's what I used on Clonica and Vixen here. We can reset as often as necessary."

Mark scoops up Dr. Mind's fancy new ray gun from where it lies next to the old man's still-dropped trousers. He turns the device over in his hands, clearly impressed. Dr. Mind, his cheeks still flushed from the previous events, launches into a spiel about the ingenuity of his creation, his ego somehow remaining intact despite the recent shift in power dynamics. "I must admit," he says with a chuckle that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "I never imagined I'd find myself on this end of the device. An odd sense of tranquility, indeed."

Clonica, Sienna, and I can't help but let out a laugh at the irony of it all. We've all been on the receiving end of that ray more times than we'd care to admit.

Mark points the gun at Sienna, who's frowning now, a mix of annoyance and resignation on her face. "You're shitting me, right? I'm already doing Vixen's bidding happily here," she protests, but we all know it's a futile argument. She's aware that resistance is pointless; Mark only has to pull a few strings to get what he wants.

With a zap, Sienna's body relaxes, and she looks up at Mark, a chuckle escaping her lips. "Well, at least I'm not the bottom bitch anymore," she quips, shaking her head.

He turns the ray on Clonica next, and then finally, it's my turn. I'm uneasy, feeling like I'm about to betray Dr. Mind, even though I know it's what he would want—what Mark wants. As the ray hits me, my body floods with that familiar, unwelcome allegiance to Mark, and a visceral disgust for Dr. Mind washes over me. Fuck, this is one hell of a mess we're in.

Mark steps closer to Dr. Mind, who looks up at him with a calm, almost serene expression. "You're working for me now," Mark states, a note of command in his voice that's new but not entirely unwelcome.

Dr. Mind inclines his head, the picture of servitude. "I would be more than happy to employ my considerable intellect in your service," he replies, his tone still dripping with that gentlemanly charm even as his new position humbles him.

The room is thick with a sense of victory, and we can't help but feel a surge of gladness that the bastard is under someone's thumb for once. There's an unspoken acknowledgment among us that while Mark might have a hint of supervillain in him now, he's still a damn sight better than Dr. Mind ever was. Plus, the loyalty we feel towards him is familiar, a comforting anchor in the chaos of the past few days.

Mark looks my way, and I'm more than ready to oblige. "Kat, can you provide the good doctor with the tools and space he needs to work for me?"

"Absolutely," I reply, already thinking of the empty labs downstairs that'll suit Dr. Mind's brainy ass just fine. There's a part of me that still resents him for all the shit he's put us through, but I'm not about to whine about it. If anything, it's a relief not having to plot **** or worry about being under his control again.

Sienna's eyes are locked on Mark, and I notice the shift in her gaze. There's a new kind of respect there, or maybe it's just the ray doing its thing. Either way, it's a far cry from the repulsion she used to barely hide.