Ejaculate his IQ

The spacescape solidified into a sterile medical exam room. The rest of Ms Kyoto's body came into focus; she appeared to Brad as wearing a white lab coat and carrying a clipboard. He found himself lying naked on a gynecologist's table, wrists cuffed to the armrests and legs strapped into restraints with his feet splayed in the stirrups. He squirmed but was unable to break the bonds.

"According to these records," Ms Kyoto said, pacing as she read from the clipboard, "you've got a genius level IQ. 170. Very impressive. Well done, you."

"Thanks, I guess," he growled in response. "But what are you playing at here?"

She studied his prone body. "Not a very smart question for someone so intelligent as you. I've told you I'm going to use the VR environment to modify you. I've just told you your IQ. What do you think we're doing here?"

He stared at her in disbelief. "You want to lower my intelligence."

"Bingo!" she cried. "Got it in one. Not so hard when you put your mind to it, now is it?"

"But that's impossible!" he objected.

"Difficult perhaps, but not impossible, not even in the real world. And in here, well, this is a reality of my very own creation. Anything goes. I can do whatever I want to you in here, and the changes I make will carry over into the real world."

"I don't believe you."

"You will." She peeled off the lab coat, revealing her naked body underneath. She sauntered slowly between his legs and placed her hands on his abdomen. He recoiled briefly at her touch, sensitive to her delicate fingers. Then she rubbed slowly up and down his carved pecks and washboard abs. He stared down at her cleavage, accentuated by her arms pressing her breasts together while she worked.

She climbed on top of him and reached beneath herself to grab his penis. She squeezed and pulled it, coaxing it to attention. Then she ran her hands up and down its length, causing it to expand. She rose on her knees to place the tip of his cock at the entrance to her love canal, then slowly lowered herself so he felt her wetness devour his length.

She rolled her hips around, stimulating him further. Then she leaned down and whispered in his ear, punctuating every sentence with a soft kiss. "I'm going to make you cum. Every time you cum, your IQ will drop one point."

"That's preposterous," he groaned, then moaned in ecstasy. "I told you already, it cannot be done."

"Then let's make it interesting," she said, nibbling his earlobe and gently clawing his chest. She sat back again and relowered herself so her breasts were level with his mouth. She guided one gently to his lips, tracing them with her areola. "If I can't lower your IQ by fifty points, then I'll set you free. I'll let you arrest me, you can save Rocketgirl and bring M2 to justice. But if I can lower your IQ by fifty points," she switched so her other breast was in his mouth, "then I'll keep going until you're below 40. You'll be virtually incapable of doing anything independently. I may keep you around as a plaything, but honestly you'll probably be more of a burden than anything else. So I'll probably still grant you your freedom."

Brad was barely paying attention to her proposition, so distracted was he by the barrage of sensual stimulation from the incredibly sexy woman. As best he could while she raised and lowered her pussy, exposing him alternately to cool air and freedom or warm, wet, muscular squeezing, he considered her offer. She was going to fuck him no matter what. So wasn't she really just telling him she'd set him free after she was done fucking him? It was the easiest decision of his life.

"You're crazy. But you've got yourself a deal."

"Excellent," she purred, then kissed him passionately. She pushed his tongue with her own and rapidly pushed her pussy up and down only the head of his penis. She felt his cock twitch and stiffen, and she broke the kiss as she plunged his whole length inside her once again.

"Cum out, cum out, Brad's intellect! Cum to me."

He blasted shot after shot of cum deep inside her. "Ohhhh," he moaned.

"Yes!" she cried. At her console outside the anti-gravity chamber, the real Ms Kyoto watched her monitors. The line showing her approximation of Brad's IQ dipped ever so slightly by one point, from 170 to 169. The readouts from the MRI embedded in the VR helmet showed only a subtle change, barely perceptible. Likewise the EEG showed a spike at the moment of Brad's climax, but then settled into a wave pattern similar to what had come before. She thought she detected a slight decrease in the wave height. She smiled.

"That's one," she said in the VR environment. "Shall we go for another?"