rises.

Dr. Dovercourt put Remy into a trance. He was calm and at peace as he listened to her words. She was the only thing in his existence. The doctor spoke to him. “Remy… I want to talk to someone in your head, can you bring out ****?”

If he wasn’t under hypnosis, he would have put up his guard right there, but Angela’s words were so soothing and trustworthy that he allowed the doors to be open and his darkest incarnation to emerge.

“Hello, Angela,” **** spoke in a cool and confident tone. He sat up in his chair, looking at the woman across from him with predatory eyes. Gambit wanted to shout and rein his dark side back in, but the lightning was out of the bottle and he was trapped in his hypnotic trance. It was up to Dr. Dovercourt to deal with this monster now.

“Am I speaking to ****?” the doctor asked.

“Yes, doctor, you were foolish enough to bring me out into the world and now you will suffer your own **** as payment!” **** replied with a sinister grin. She sat straight in her clean blouse, knee length skirt, all prim and proper, in complete control. **** just ached to take that away from her. He stood to approach the woman, but found himself restrained to a chair. “What?”

Dr. Dovercourt looked at the villain with a rueful grin. “I’m not so naive as to think you wouldn’t try something on me, so I made some precautions before putting Remy under.”

**** looked at his body, His arms were cuffed behind his back and his legs were bound to the legs of the chair. He was also completely nude, further cementing his ignoble status. “What is this game you play, woman?” **** asked idly, more curious of the doctor’s ploy than upset.

“I am addressing Remy’s issues head on, which means addressing you, ****,” Angela explained. “You see, you and Remy are two sides of the same coin, the yin and yang. While he tries to do what is right, you crave more basic desires…”

“Oh?” **** said, raising an eyebrow at the doctor as she stood up from her seat across from him. She proceeded to remove her long skirt and unbutton her blouse, revealing lacy lingerie underneath.

“Yes. You represent all the carnal urges that Remy has repressed over the years and the more he represses them and you, the harder you push back, wanting to come out,” Angela explained as she undid her bra and pulled down her panties, standing in only garters and panties. “And I am attempting to relieve some of those urges.

The doctor stepped toward **** and ran her hand over his leg. She looked up at him as she gently stroked his cock. “Shall I continue?”

**** grinned but did not say a word. Angela kneeled down and put his dick into her mouth. She began to suck. **** tilted his head back and groaned. His cock became rigid and Angela plunged it deep into her throat. **** grunted. Angela pulled herself off the villain’s member and gasped for air. She cupped her ample breasts around the rigid pole and began to rub up and down.

“How do you like it, ****? Does it feel good?” she asked.

“It does,” **** agreed. “But, do you know what would feel better?” His hand cuffs exploded from a kinetic charge with a loud bang and his leg binds disintegrated away, allowing the man to stand up. Angela fell to the floor and backed off as **** stood tall, eyes glowing at her. “Your sweet sweet pussy…”