The overmaster

He saw but did not see for a minute; as for the first time in a long time, he found air in lungs that hadn't existed moments ago. He looked around, taking in his new body and what remained of his ship. He felt rage fill him at the state of it. His ship had not been this badly damaged when he had died, which was saying a lot, considering it was after several battles had happened throughout his ship. Which means the so-called heroes had turned into vultures that moment he was dead, stealing everything of value in his ship.

He held up his hand and felt the technology that was there. He felt the power he had commanded through his machines now a part of him. Before, he had to rely on great devices to control life and death in a world now he could do with a thought. That wasn't the only power his new form granted him either. He could feel hidden cannons wanting for a target to destroy and shields ready to activate to defend him from any blow.

This much power within himself has never been possible before. He had to take power from a creature far greater than him to be as strong as he has been. Now he needed no aid, and he did not have to pretend to hold powers he did not. Now he was the power, and none could stand against him. He has one last machine holding his gifts; those could wait until he has minions to give them to.

He focused on the one in front of him, the one he could feel, who had not only brought him back but also brought him back in this ultimate form. He was about to tell his benefactor who he had helped when he thought it was a moment and decided to go with a different name. "I am the Overmachine. I thank you for your aid." The now-overmachine said, discarding his old name for an improved version of the old one.

Condiment Wizard stared at him a moment, not sure what to make of the giant before him. He had not had a lot of expectations for casting a new Condiment spell. So to see that it had not only worked but also brought back an unseen dead giant with new robotic parts was surprising, to put it mildly. Condiment Wizard, at a complete loss of words, simply said. "Are you welcome?" He said in an uncertain voice, to which Overmachine nodded.

Overmachine left his benefactor to whatever he was doing and used his new cybernetic body to connect to his ship's scanners and cameras. There weren't many left; several were destroyed, others clearly stolen, but there were enough for him to get a general grasp on the situation going on inside of his ship and outside of it. He took a moment to take it all in, seeing his benefactor through the ship's scanners manipulate such a powerful storm as well as command creatures of cloud and lightning further proved his own greatness.

For only a great and powerful being could bring one as great as him back from the dead. He would get with his benefactor later to see what his plans were and how they could work together. For the moment he had repairs to make. So he went about repairing the security systems first, walking from one part of the ship to the other as he worked on his repairs. The condiment wizard watched on a bit stunned as a giant of flesh and machine fixed a city spaceship.

Condiment Wizard wasn't quite sure what to do with Overmachine. He was clearly powerful and was probably a great ally to have. There were just several problems with having him around. For one, it would be hard for anyone to notice him with a giant cyborg nearby controlling a city-sized spaceship. He also had no idea how Klarion would handle Overmachine if he was ecstatic he was on their side or pissed off he was even alive again.

Condiment Wizard sighed to himself at the whole situation. "While at least for the moment I've proven white condiments bring back the dead, though in different ways." Condiment wizard said to himself, thinking of the three current methods. "Sauerkraut brings them as plant-like beings. Tartar sauce brings them back as fish people, and blue cheese brings people back with robot parts." Condiment said, going over what his different condiments did aloud.

He wasn't sure what to make of this, and he also realized he was going to have to do experiments with other colored condiments at some point. " Later Condiment wizard for now you have clouds to get back to." Condiment Wizard said to himself to focus back on his spell now that his experiment was over. So he did speaking threats through thunder and shooting lightning through cloud eyes.

At Gotham Manor a young woman was thinking about the sudden changes in her life. She'd been at Gotham Manor a long time trying to get better. She and her brothers had tried to be the heroes Gotham needed. They saved people with flight, they defeated villains with super strength, and they stood as an impenetrable wall between the innocent and evil. In the end both she and her brother had failed.

They had used their powers for good, but they didn't know how to get them, almost getting people seriously hurt with their inexperience. Batman had taken them in and taught them to be better, and for a time Gotham streets were safer than they'd ever been, but then the tragedy struck, and they found out their powers had been a poison chalice. Her brother died in her arms, giving her his last words while she sat there helpless to help him.

It turned out there had been a price for their powers, a price neither of them had been told of. They had gained the power to be equal to Superman; in return, they burned through years of their life span in minutes every time they used their powers. Batman had found a cure for the life-drawing effects, but by then her brother was already dead, and she'd lost decades of her life. Batman had invited her to stay at Wayne Manor to better herself.

As while her body had been cured, her mind had been anything but fixed. She had kept up a happy facade despite the bouts of depression. On her worst days she would hallucinate her brother; sometimes he would cheer her on, other times curse her for failing to save him. It hadn't helped villains had used her vulnerable mental state to turn her on to Batman a few times. Those incidents only added to her crushing guilt and constant depression episodes.

That had all changed, though, as Spoiler had come over. Her friend Stephanie had decided that she needed to dye her hair. It was a strange thing to ask to do and seemed to come out of nowhere. Not to mention she shaved her head, leaving her with no hair to dye, but she had agreed on the end. She'd been too happy that someone wanted to spend time with her crazy ass to say no.

So the hero known as Gotham Girl and as Claire Clover to her friends had what little hair she had dyed a different shade of blond from her natural one. The changes came swiftly her hair grew back to the longer length it had been. The constant sadness that haunted her that had always been waiting to hit her and brink her back to another depression episode was gone.

Stephanie noticed the change and whispered into her ear while playing with her breast. "Yes, you feel it, don't you, master's blessing?" Stephanie said, her mouth filled with lust and devotion while mentioning their master. Claire didn't respond verbally, but she was not too overwhelmed to speak. " Good he will return to us and when he does he will have one of the most powerful in Gotham as his shield." Stephanie said, informing Claire of what she is to become.

"Yeeesssss." Claire whispered out in a half moan, pleased not only at Stephanie's playing with her breast but also at having a reason for being. "I'll be the best shield! He can use me as a bulletproof vest and as a cum dump!" Claire moaned out pleased at being an object to be used by her master and to please him for fixing her mind and improving her body to greater heights.

"Good slut, the master will be pleased to have such a powerful cum dump at his disposal." Stephanie whispered into her ears as she violently pulled at Claire's breast. It didn't hurt Claire but did bring her to new highs of pleasure. "I can't wait to show you the master. Though first he will have to make sure you have the clothes to dress like the slut he deserves." Stephanie whispered in promise and threat very clearly: if she did not find plenty of lingerie in her closet, Stephanie would punish her for that lack of preparation.

Claire blushed in embarrassment as she knew she did not have any sexy underwear or erotic lingerie. Her underwear was plain, and her most exotic outfit was a plain bikini. Stephanie could see that Claire was lacking in what she needed. She pinched Claire's nipples as hard as she could and spoke over Claire's responding moans. "You will get the clothes you need for the master to deserves to have a cum dump that dresses the part." Stephanie hissed as she continued to play with Claire's body as she would fit the rest of the night.