Chapter 5

Author’s note: Kimberly is in the hands of a perverted supervillainess (whose also her Dad slash Aunt) and things seem grim. So, be ready for some wickedness – but also be ready for Kimmy’s daring escape! Also, some incest.

I was like a kitten being petted by a dog. I squirmed and shifted and tried to be annoyed, but it was fucking hard to be upset while those silky fingers were caressing through my hair. So, as a catch up, I was still naked, still in the grasp of Dr. Chaos – aka my own aunt slash daddy (oh yeah, did I mention she had knocked up my mom, her sister, behind my dad’s back?) - and she was still being seductive and it was still being annoyingly effective.

“Y-You said you needed to make sure I was an S-gene?” I asked, biting my lower lip as I felt the bulge of Dr. Chaos’ own dong pressing against my ass through her dress. She was fucking huge. And I was talking on an S-gene scale. It was getting downright equestrian down here.

“Well, after my first few daughters were just baselines,” Dr. Chaos said. “I realized I needed to take drastic steps.”

“Like fucking your own sister?” I snarled, trying to grab onto and hang onto my anger.

“Oh, no, no!” Dr. Chaos said, clucking her tongue. “I started by fucking my daughters. Once they were eighteen, of course.”

“How moral!” I exclaimed.

Dr. Chaos sighed. “But I wasn’t having any luck. And while a harem full of my daughters was enjoyable, I needed an S-gene like you. So, I started to experiment with some genetic modulation technology...”

“The super-toads,” I whispered.

Dr. Chaos had committed a spree of crimes in her long career as would be world conqueror. She had built a freeze ray that she had put into geostationary orbit above New York City, and tried to extort a few billion out of the United States. She had designed and released a super-plague that had only been stopped by some quick action by a S-gene doctor. One of the more recent crimes had been the super-toads. She had genetically engineered a collection of rapid breeding toads that also would release mind control drugs while they hopped around.

“Oh, they were a distraction,” Dr. Chaos purred. “TASK focused on them while I built my other genetic creatures without their interference. The end result was I managed to inject your mother with a bit of a serum to enhance her own latent S-gene. How do you think she’s so good at being a hedge fund manager?”

I scowled – and rocked my hips, grinding my naked ass against her bulge. “Because she’s good at being a hedge fund manager.” I snarled, glaring over my shoulder at Dr. Chaos. She was so lovely. It made my heart ache – and my head ache. Since she was also my Aunt. And also my Dad. I shuddered with revulsion and arousal as her palms slipped along my muscular belly to caress my breasts, squeezing my tits, then finding and tugging on my nipples.

“No. Because she’s a latent S-gene I’ve supercharged with a few years of injections. The final injection was just the baby batter it took to make you, my cutie!”

Uuugh.

How did she make the phrase ‘baby batter’ sound so mouthwateringly hot?

I tried to find something, anything, to distract myself from the increasingly tempting option of ‘give in and beg to be made Daddy’s fuckslut.’ I saw, outside of the window of the flying car, the poofy clouds of the TASK headquarters. My blood went cold as I hissed. “What are you up to, Dr. Chaos?”

“Please, call me Daddy,” she purred, then lifted up her right hand. Since that meant said right hand was no longer giving my tits the finest squeezy grope I had ever been subjected to my in goddamn life, I had to bite my lip hard enough to draw blood to keep myself from whimpering in desire. But then I noticed the bangles on Dr. Chaos’ wrist. She wriggled her wrist, causing some silver rings to clink against gold. It was some subtle command, because the front of the flying limo whirred and shimmered and a screen came to life.

It showed a view within the TASK headquarters. It was a clear view, like I was actually standing before a magical portal. I blinked, then whispered. “A camera drone? A fly?”

“Oh no, no, no,” Dr. Chaos said, grinning. “This is much cooler.”

The view bobbed, then turned – it was looking at the door heading into Tabby’s office, where she worked on her machines and gizmos. My heart froze and I whined. “No, no, Dr. Chaos-”

“Daddy, please,” Dr. Chaos whispered in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. I whimpered despite myself, then gasped out a soft.

“D-Daddy, please, don’t, not Tabby!”

“Don’t worry, my cute slut-daughter,” Dr. Chaos purred. Her hand dipped down and took hold of my shaft. She started to pump my cock, her fingers as silk smooth as a pair of gloves, but as warm and welcoming as anything I had ever felt. She started to stroke me with easy, casual movements, like this was the most ordinary thing in the world. “I’m not going to hurt Tabby.”

The door hissed open and the view stepped in. Tabby turned to face the camera – she was amazingly cute, dressed in nothing but a lab coat, her breasts exposed, her perpetually wet cunny on full display. She blinked ... then beamed.

“Oh hey, Chio!” she said.

“Oh no...” I whispered.

A familiar dark arm came into view as Chio – my Chio! - lifted up a small lipstick case. Tabby looked at it. “Is that a portable chloroform deploying enticement sn-” Chio pressed down on the cap and a hidden spritzer sprayed a cloud of pale white fog into her face. Tabby’s nose wrinkled up and she sneezed, then tumbled backwards and sprawled on the ground, knocked out cold. Chio knelt down, touching a few bangles to Tabby’s wrists and ankles. The bangles were clearly connected to some kind of magnetic projector, because they all lifted upwards and soon, Tabby was bobbing in the air, being swung down the corridor like a bag of incredibly sexy, nerdy potatoes.

“Tabby!” I shouted.

Chio lifted her wrist up to her mouth and whispered. “It’s done, My Lady Chaos.”

“Very good, petsies!” Dr. Chaos crooned. “Press the other lipstick button now and follow my new nerd-toy.”

The view bobbed as Chio lifted up a lipstick case. She depressed the trigger.

And outside the window, several large black clouds exploded out of the sides of the TASK headquarters. Flames followed them as the view canted to the left. Alarms blared and I could hear the distant roar of explosions – a few seconds after the immediate booming that echoed through the camera view. I tore myself out of Dr. Chaos grip and shoved myself against the window, almost elbowing Hot and Big Time in the face. Through the window, I saw the headquarters starting to slew to the side in the air, shuddering and skipping. It’s cloudy camouflage flickered in and out of view, showing the hidden helicopter engines that had kept it suspended in the air.

Two of them were on fire.

“Nooo!” I shouted.

The limo canted to the side and whisked closer to the stricken hover-HQ. The car door opened and Tabby floated in on her restraints, while Chio hopped on a moment later. She looked a bit ruffled by the explosions, and she glared at Dr. Chaos. “You said that no one was going to die!”

“I said no one important was going to die,” Dr. Chaos cooed. “Don’t be mad, Chi-Chi.” She stood and started to gently pet Chio on the head. Chio squirmed and bit her lower lip as Dr. Chaos leaned forward. She whispered in her ear – but I could hear her honeyed words. “Don’t worry, Chi-Chi ... you agreed with me. Even if a few people did have to die, the world I was making was worth it. Remember?”

“Yes...” Chio whispered.

“Good girl!” Dr. Chaos purred, kissing Chio on the mouth as the limo canted away. I glared at Dr. Chaos, my eyes flashing with pure fucking rage. Dr. Chaos didn’t notice. Instead, she just caressed and squeezed my Chio – I repeat, I called fucking dibs! - kissing her with a full tongue. Chio started to wriggle out of her jumpsuit, her bared black breasts gleaming with sweat from her run through the base. Dr. Chaos stepped away from her, leaving Chio panting and gasping with pleasure.

“Now that I’ve dealt with that meddling Alex Morrison,” Dr. Chaos said. “And his pathetic TASK.” She tossed her head, turning to watch the destruction. TASK headquarters was starting to tumble now, falling slowly towards the distant ground. I looked away. I couldn’t watch.

Because I was looking out the back window, I saw the CNN news helicopter shooting towards the headquarters. My eyes widened as I recognized that only one person would be insane enough to fling a civilian helicopter at this conflagration.

Amanda!

I looked at Dr. Chaos ... and then grabbed her hips. She looked down at me – then gasped as I mashed my face against the place where her dick and her balls met. My tongue lolled out and I licked between her balls, my eyes filled with a wild, wanton worshipfulness. I nuzzled at her dick and lapped my tongue from her balls to the base of her cock to the very tip, where a tiny spurt of pre hit me like the world’s best designer drug.

“Daddy...” I whispered.

“All S-genes have a similar thing that gets them revved up, Chi-Chi,” Dr. Chaos purred, her hand caressing my hair. She grabbed on and I gasped as pain shot through my scalp. Pain and a tingling buzz of pleasure, my body reacting to the rough treatment. “Power.” She pushed my face up against the tip of her cock, shifted her hips backwards, then slammed forward. Her cock filled my throat to the brim and I gagged softly – then moaned against her.

“It’s all about power,” Dr. Chaos purred as her balls slapped against my chin. My hands grabbed onto her hips, trying to get her to slow down. Her cock was choking off my air, and her balls thumped against my jaw enough to make it ache. She was so fucking strong, and it was getting me so fucking horny. I had never wished I had a pussy quite as badly as this moment. Dr. Chaos gasped quietly, then called out. “Get us to the launch pad.”

“Yes, my Lady,” the pilot said – her voice slightly muffled by the divider between this part of the limo and the driver seat. I felt the floor shift under my feet as my Dad slash Aunt throat fucked me like a common back alley whore and my body started to respond to it more and more. My cock dripped pre onto the carpet and drool dripped along my chin, my eyes rolling slowly back up into my head as Dr. Chaos looked down at me. Her face was a mask of pleasure and megalomaniac joy.

“Yesss ... break ... break my little pet...” She purred.

Then ... thrust...

Deep.

Deep into my throat.

I felt her cum wash down my throat, filling my belly with blast after blast of thick, sweet, delicious spunk. She drew her cock back just enough that the next spurt – which I could feel pulse through her cock, parting my lips ever so slightly with its movement – filled my mouth. It overfilled my lips and I choked slightly as her cock popped free and started to soak my face, covering me with her spunk. My eyes closed and I shuddered as she practically hosed me down with her seed.

“Mmm...” she purred. “A good start.”

I shuddered ... in anticipation.

The limo set down after an hour of flight. The door opened and Dr. Chaos walked out. She had changed from her dress – which had gotten a little soiled – into a kicky combo of high heels, skintight black leather, and a pair of cute little glasses that perched on the end of her perfect nose. She held a leash in her free hand, which she jerked on. So, I crawled out next to her. My knees and palms pressed against the sun-baked white marble that the served as the landing pad. My head hung forward as I flushed – my whole body blushed in fact. The sun felt warm on my back, and I could hear Big Time, Chio and Hot stepped out after me. They flanked Dr. Chaos – and then...

“Hail Chaos!” Hot bellowed.

A hundred feet smashed into the ground and I jerked my head up to see that I was doing the dog sans pony show at the middle of a pair of long lines of soldiers wearing Dr. Chaos colors. Their face-concealing helmets gleamed in bright sunlight, and their palms thrust out in perfect Nazi salutes. They had laser rifles strapped to their backs and they stood at perfect attention. Dr. Chaos waved at them, beaming as she adjusted her glasses with the hand that held my leash – jerking me from my hands and knees to just knees.

My collar, by the way, was thick and had the words DADDY’S CUM DUMP in big black letters on it. I felt it dig into my skin and hissed. “Yes, I get it, you’re evil, you psycho-”

Dr. Chaos jerked on the leash slightly more. “Quiet, Cum Dump.”

She started to walk me like a big dicked, big tittied doggy. And ... fuck me ... but I kinda loved it. All those eyes on me, seeing me crawl like a bitch next to Dr. Chaos, who walked with a casual strut. Her tight clothing showed off her breasts and her bulge in equal measures, and her hair had been combed into a neat ‘do.’ And she was clearly enjoying giving me a walk. I walked forward, glad that this was marble and not concrete. It was fairly smooth. But my knees still ached by the time we reached the end of the walkway.

Fun fact. It’s really hard to look around when you’re being paraded past a bunch of goons with a submissive collar and leash on. It’s even harder to concentrate when all your brain can think of is the hour of choke-play you got through to get here. Dr. Chaos had, after painting my face with her cum, taken her time making me suck her hard, then holding my head down on her cock, leaving me until I was so fucking desperate to breathe that I was pounding on her thighs ... and then she’d draw back and let me breathe. It left my head spinning and my idea of right and wrong spinning...

She had gotten me to...

Say...

Things...

My whole body flushed as my cock dripped pre on the ground – hard enough to almost drag on the marble – as we crawled. I wasn’t wearing this collar because it had been ... forced on me ... exactly...

“So, cum-dump,” Dr. Chaos purred. “What do you think?”

She jerked her leash and I whipped my head up. My eyes widened.

The end of the walkway led to a collection of sleek, powerful looking rockets, each one being loaded by dozens of goons. Forklifts and electric trucks whirred as they drove supplies onto the rockets. I snorted. “Orbital satellites aga- urk!” I choked into silence as Dr. Chaos yanked on my leash. I jerked up onto my knees, my hand grabbing at the collar. She let me whimper, my eyes half hooded as she purred quietly.

“If something’s cool once, it’s cool twice,” she purred, then shifted. Her bulge bumped against my cheek and the smell of her, combined with my hammering heart, my humiliation, it-

I gasped out a strangled phrase that could have been anything from ‘fucking god’ to ‘oh daddy yes’ and came. My cock twitched up and my balls clenched as seed spurted outwards, splattering onto the marble with a humiliatingly loud noise. My cheeks burned and Dr. Chaos giggled quietly. “Oh, does my little cum-dump need to relieve herself?” She grinned. “You can go here, you know. We’re evacuating the base, no one will notice a little piss.”

“I’m going to piss on your fucking face,” I growled.

“That’s the attitude!” Dr. Chaos chortled.

I risked a glance backwards. Chio was looking at me with wide eyes. She managed to school her expression – moving from horror to neutrality – when Dr. Chaos looked back with me.

“Hot?” Dr. Chaos said.

Hot nodded.

“Get my pet aboard the harem rocket,” she said, quietly. “And ensure that the supplies are loaded. Double check the rockets and the test subjects.” She clucked her tongue. “We don’t want any unforeseen accidents. Big Time, you’ll be on the goon-rocket. Make sure said goons strap in – I don’t want any deaths from stupidity. TASK may be gone, but other agents are lurking around. Baselines can cause some minor trouble.”

Big Time nodded and then took off as Hot pealed away – the amazonian woman scooped up Chio like she was a bag of grain. That left me and the still KO’d Tabby, who was suspended in the air. Her body had been covered with sharpie – Dr. Chaos had made me watch as she scrawled filthy graffiti on her pale skin. Her back had a big FUCK ME written between her shoulder blades, while her thighs had a pair of arrows with the words ONE QUARTER PER PLUNGE and PUT BABIES IN ME on them. Her forehead had the word SLUT written across it.

It had been horrible watching Dr. Chaos draw the words on and muse about how her goons would take the instructions.

... horribly arousing too.

“So ... what’s your plan?” I asked.

Dr. Chaos laughed. “Like I’ll be telling you that anywhere you could actually change the outcome from. Come on.” She walked towards the only rocket that had been painted bright gold. As she led me on, I saw that the main compartment was just a lush bedroom, complete with mini-bar and sex-toys. Including a fucking dildo bat that looked like it would actually serve as a fucking health hazard. Tabby and I came aboard and Dr. Chaos flowed over to the bed. She sat down and sighed. “Ahh...” she smiled. “Nothing like being queen.”

I scowled. “So, what is it? Mind control ray?”

She snorted. “Please.”

The rocket whirred as the doorway closed. I drew my legs underneath me, my finger working at my collar. I closed my eyes and hoped to god that somewhere, Amanda was doing her Amanda thing. Then the rocket kicked off, like the boot of a furious god. It pressed into my shoulders and chest and head, and I found myself suddenly laying back on the ground. I gritted my teeth, feeling the pressure mount and mount as the rocket lifted upwards. Towards the heavens. My eyes half closed and I saw that Tabby’s sprawled form was being mooshed into the soft carpeted floor as well.

It seemed to go on forever. But then ... blessedly ... the acceleration cut away and micro-gravity took over. Tabby groaned, then opened her eyes. She looked down at her magnetically bound arms and ankles, her brow furrowing. “Put ... babies?” she blinked, then snorted. “That was a pretty dumb thing to write...”

“Why?” Dr. Chaos asked.

“I have an implanted set of monomolecular vaginal defense systems,” Tabby said, shrugging slightly – the motion sending her floating upwards in the microgravity of the room.

Dr. Chaos actually blanched.

“Holy shit Tabby!” I laughed.

“W-Well, in my defense!” Tabby said, her cheeks flushing. “Um, they were designed to augment pleasure by applying pressure during specific moments of intercourse. Like an inverse knot! I just ... underestimated cutting power with micro-hydraulics!” She bumped against the ceiling.

“That had to have been an awkward date,” Dr. Chaos muttered, pulling a drinking bulb from the mini-bar. It was clearly designed to be drunk from while in microgravity.

“Please!” Tabby scoffed, her slow motion through the room causing her to roll so that her head nearly faced mine. “I used a cucumber!”

“My lady,” a gruff, grizzled sounding voice came echoing over the PA – sounding thick with static, like the people were very far away. Which, I supposed, they were. “This is goon-rocket pilot. All rockets have launched successfully. We’re on route for the Cockhammer.”

“Very good,” Dr. Chaos said, her voice husky. “Boris ... this is Boris, right?”

“Yes, Lady.” Boris sounded quite proud of himself. I had a faint memory of reading about a Boris. He was one of the more higher ranked henchies in Dr. Chaos service. A long timer too. He had records back at least five years.

“I’m so very sorry,” Dr. Chaos said. “ ... actually, no, I’m not.”

She tapped her thumb against one of her wrists. The bronze bangle clinked and ... nothing seemed to happen, save for a burst of static. Tabby’s eyes widened.

“You killed them!?” She sounded outraged. “I thought you were smarter than that, Dr. Chaos!”

“They’re no longer required,” Dr. Chaos said, sipping from her drink bulb. “Besides, their rocket was loaded with enough dust particulates and pre-scrapped components, and was positioned in a location where it’s destruction will fill low earth orbit with a haze of destructive debris. Any launch to take us down will be shredded for the next few days. And by then...” She chuckled. “It’ll be too late.”

The airlock door to the rocket opened and I walked – yes, walked – out with Dr. Chaos and Tabby. The reason why I was walking and not crawling like a doggy?

We had docked next to a ladder. Dr. Chaos might have been a world conquering psycho-bitch who had only been dissuaded from raping my bestie by the fact said bestie had her own technological vaginal dentate, but she wasn’t quite cruel enough to make her daughter try and crawl up a ladder like a doggy. Mostly cause it was impossible.

The ladder was one of many that reached outwards like spokes from the center of the space station, which had been constructed of metal and glass and plastics. It looked gorgeous and after a quick glance around, I could make a basic estimation of its construction.

Basically, the station was built around a central pillar that spun to give the place gravity. The ladders, if viewed from outside, reached outwards from the center like the petals on a flower. They led inwards to the first tube of glass and metal that made up an inner compartment of the station. There looked to be two tubes ringed around the central mass of the station. I could see a vast profusion of solar panels that actually looked like flower petals, reaching outwards and soaking up dem sun rays. But if I looked past the ladder, I could see glass enclosing the docking bay, giving me a perfect view of our big blue marble.

And, of course, the lower half of the central pillar. It reached downwards, aiming at the Earth.

“That’s a huge laser,” I whispered.

“Lasers?” Tabby sniffed. “You’re so wasteful, do you know how much atmospheric attenuation will fuck your energy dispersal?”

Dr. Chaos grinned. “I’m counting on it, Miss Sworles.”

Then she was on the ladder, heading up. Which meant I had to climb up almost thirty feet of ladder looking up at my Daddy-Aunt’s butt. I grumbled, glaring up at that shapely ass as we crawled up the ladder. Once we were in the main tube, I saw dozens of Chaos goons running about. Many wore headsets for easy communications, while some had air-tank backpacks that showed they had been at work on the exterior of the Cockhammer.

But the thing I noticed was that all of them were girls. Fucking cute girls. They jogged along in their skintight outfits, and the slightly lighter gravity of the station meant they all jiggled delicious. Chaos licked her lips, then slapped a cute Indian girl who was running by with her nose in a data-pad. The girl squeaked, then smiled. “Hello Lady Chaos! Hello...” Her eyes narrowed as she read the name on my collar. “Daddy’s Cum-Dump and ... Slut.”

“My name is Tabby,” Tabby said, sounding grumpy.

“Do you want to fuck me, Lady?” the Indian girl asked, ignoring Tabby as she looked at Dr. Chaos. Chaos sighed, then reached out to cup and squeeze the goon’s full breasts. Her fingers found and pinched her nipples through the jumpsuit, the Indian girl crooning softly as she pressed herself into Chaos’ grip. I and Tabby watched and tried to look angry. Instead, we both looked hungry. My cock was hard as a rock as Dr. Chaos kissed the henchwoman, then pushed her back gently.

“Later, Fatima, later.”

Fatima bowed, then turned and ran off, looking back at her data-pad. She spoke into her headset and I swore she said: “We need to recaliberate the genetic sampling. It needs to be a hundred percent effective.”

I glanced at Dr. Chaos. She smirked.

“To the harem ... or to the bridge?” She asked, her finger rubbing her chin.

“Bridge,” Tabby and I said at the exact same time.

“Harem it is!” Dr. Chaos cooed.

The harem, as it turned out, was on the first tube-level, not the second. The reason why became apparent when I thought about it for five fucking seconds. The first tube-level was not only closer to the edge of the station, so it had more gravity, but also it was bigger, since it had a wider ‘word that means what how long a circle was’ (I was distracted by my Dad/Aunt’s butt, okay? Fucking ... sue me.) So there was more room for utter fucking decadence. The room was all done up in red silks and golds and cushions. The walls were covered with portraits of Dr. Chaos – most of them in cheeky pinup outfits and poses. There were six girls in – each one looking fucking familiar. They looked like yours truly, just with a few minor differences.

Most were a bit softer and squishier than me.

One was half-black, and so had a deliciously brown condition.

And all of them lacked my dong.

“Hello mistress!” they chorused.

“You really did it?” I whispered. “You harem-ized your own daughters?”

“It wasn’t hard!” Dr. Chaos laughed.

“The difficulty of something has no bearing on it’s morality!” Tabby exclaimed.

Dr. Chaos slapped her ass and Tabby squeaked.

My half-black ... half-sister, I supposed, stood and ambled over my Dr. Chaos. She caressed her and kissed her cheek. “Which one of us did you want, Daddy?”

Dr. Chaos groaned. “Oh, oh, dear...” She shook her head, clucking her tongue. “You’re all here to see what a real daughter of mine can do. Get my prepper.”

My half-sister giggled and turned. Her butt jiggled fetchingly. My cock ached with hardness. Then I hissed as Dr. Chaos slipped her finger along the base of my dick, then tapped the very tip. I bit my lower lip, my body shuddering with pleasure. My balls ached. It had felt like I hadn’t cum for weeks. Despite the fact that I had cum just a few minutes before. Then my half-sister came back, holding a small white pill on her palm. Dr. Chaos scooped the pill up before I could see it, popped it into her mouth.

I expected her to swallow – and was trying to prep myself for whatever the pill might have done. Made her dick bigger. Turned her into a wolfman. I don’t know. That was why I wasn’t ready for her grabbing my shoulders, leaning in, and kissing me. My eyes widened as the pill pushed down my throat. I choked and coughed – trying to hack it up, but Dr. Chaos grinned wickedly as she drew back. She watched me gasp for air.

And then...

I felt my cock twitch once.

Then slurp up into my body. I squeaked and yelped, then grabbed at my sex. And I felt nothing but soft.

Wet.

Desperate.

Pussy.

Lips.

“Oh balls,” I whispered.

Dr. Chaos bumped my forehead with her finger. I was so stunned that she could have used a feather. I fell backwards and thumped into a bed. My thighs were half spread as she stepped forward, her high heels making soft, ominous thunks as they hit the carpeted floor. Her daughters drew backwards and their eyes grew worshipful as they looked at what was about to happen. I whimpered. “N-No, no, no, no!” I pushed myself along the bed as Dr. Chaos undid the zipper with a quiet rrrrrr. She shucked off her leathers and crawled onto the bed, her cock swaying.

Had...

Had her cock always looked so fucking tasty?

“Mmm, you look good enough to eat, honey,” she purred as she crawled over me. She was still wearing her glasses. My eyes widened.

Hey, I thought. Her glasses have a HUD.

I could read the text – it wasn’t hard to read the text backwards. It was biometric data, predictive algorithms, combat data. I tensed and then watched that HUD and lashed out my fist at Dr. Chaos. I could see the predictive alerts and she grabbed onto my wrist with ease, slamming it above my head, pinning me to the bed. I squirmed and bit my lower lip.

“Do you want me?” she breathed.

“Fuck you,” I snarled.

“No...” her cocktip pressed to my aching pussy. “Fuck ... y-”

The door hissed open.

“Lady Ch- whoa!”

Dr. Chaos snapped her head around, glaring furiously at the helmeted goon that stood in the doorway. They had their arm wrapped around a blushing and humiliated looking ... Marcy! My eyes widened and my heart leaped as Marcy was pushed into the room. She was clad in a clearly stolen jumpsuit, which clung taut and paintlike to her large, pendulous breasts. Dr. Chaos’ fury immediately turned to joy.

“Marcy Doomslaughter,” Dr. Chaos laughed.

“A-actually, my name is Marcy Thubold Horton Doomslaughter Fong-” Marcy started, then shuddered with a quiet whimper of distress and excitement both as Dr. Chaos walked up to her and cupped both of her breasts.

“I get to poach Doomslaughter’s daughter? Fucking A,” Dr. Chaos purred.

“H-” I started, sitting up, my need to get absolutely fucked silly overriding my logical thinky bits. But fortunately, a hand clapped over my mouth, silencing me. I glared at Tabby, who glared right back at me.

“Poach?” Marcy whispered.

“Well, I mean, she hasn’t fucked you yet, has she?” Dr. Chaos asked.

“My own D-Dad ... Mom?” Marcy asked, sounding stunned. “N-No! Why?”

“TASK!” Dr. Chaos groaned. “You’re such prudes.” She grabbed and ripped at Marcy’s jumpsuit, which tore open with a satisfying rrrip noise. Marcy squeaked and moaned.