Chapter 1 : The Smug Mugger

“Hayes, your asset has ghosted.”

Two men sat in an unmarked conference room, no windows, no phones, and no watches, with pale florescent lighting and steel spartan chairs. One, in a two-piece suit, the other in uniform.

“It is my contention, sir, that the asset is in play.”

“That’s your contention, eh? I’m listening, grunt, convince me.”

Director Hayes spoke with the same clam controlled demeanor he always carried, “The asset received 6 months of treatment in our facility, the seed is planted, and the obsession will grow. He knows what we do, and he won’t be able to stay away.”

“So what if he finds some other outlet to his obsession, he’s already got the woman.”

“Miss Cummings? Ha, I doubt that’ll be enough for him, it’s a growing need, sir, he’ll be back and more ambitious than ever, and when he is, we’ll leverage everything he’s been doing since the attack. And it’s likely that he’ll bring slaves in ... Willing slaves.”

“Oh, god...” Alexis moaned, as she ducked behind a chimney. She shouldn’t be doing this—she should have been focused, concentrating on fighting crime, not getting herself off ... But for reasons she couldn’t explain, she was so incredibly horny.

It had started as an ordinary night for Alexis Bishop, chemist/metallurgist by day ... Ninja Vigilante by night. She’d put in a hard day’s work, as always—her morning coffee had gotten her through to lunch, when she’d taken a catnap in her office, which had given her enough energy to get through the rest of the day. She’d been the last to leave the office, picked up takeaway on the way home, and slept on the couch for few hours before rising and going to the gym. Then, finally, 11pm had come—her roommate, Keri, had finally gone to bed, and that meant that it was time to don The Suit.

The Suit was Alexis’ own invention—her life’s work, in a way. It was specifically designed to meld to her body, and as Alexis stripped off, she couldn’t help pausing for a moment to admire that body.

Although her lifestyle certainly took its toll on her sleeping patterns, she was extremely happy with how well it kept her in shape. If the gym visits weren’t enough, running around on the rooftops for several hours per night were, and when you added her weekly martial arts classes to that, she certainly wasn’t lacking for exercise.

Standing naked in her room, Alexis knew that anyone she should choose to share her body with would have nothing to complain about. Her breasts stood pertly on her chest, and her nipples were hard (due to the cold, she told herself) and her tight ass had exactly the right level of bounce. She could have stood and admired herself for much longer, but there was crime to fight.

Alexis had donned the suit, relaxing as the darkness turned into a perfect visualization of everything she could see, overlaid with all the information relevant to her vigilante work—as she scanned her room, any potential weapons and threats were automatically highlighted in red, and potential escapes in green.

Just a few months ago, Alexis had rescued a man named Joe, and helped him go underground, both literally and figuratively. He was a brilliant programmer who’d been kidnapped and whose death had been faked, and now had no recourse but to live out of sight. Still that was better than being a slave...

He’d actually been a life saver, and one of the few people who knew anything about her. To help him out she’d set up an IP feed that they could both access when he needed to contact her, which had mostly been for him to call her for help, until that one fateful night.

She’d been investigating a manager of a night club who had been using his business’s pulsating music and strobe lights to turn innocent visitors to the city into high-priced strippers. But she didn’t know that at the time, and he’d manage to entrap her until she’d been overwhelmed with the desire to strip and then beg him to fuck her. She’d turned much of the suit transparent and was giving him a lap dance when he’d pushed her back on the desk and went to grab a camera. His music had done its work, and gone partway to turning her into a pliable young slut, wanting nothing more than to serve under him. But on that desk in a brief moment of clarity, she’d called Joe for help and he answered. Joe had worked furiously fast to hack into the suit through the IP feed and he had saved her? by using that feed to pump Death Metal into her audio feed. Of course in the time it took to do that, Alexis was so far gone that she’d fucked the manager for everything she was worth. But as she came down from her orgasm, the rapid cacophony of Death Metal canceled out the hypnotic spell she had fallen under so easily and she got free, and shut down his operations. Joe really seemed to have a knack for the programming, and caught on to the idiosyncrasies of her coding quickly. She was grateful, so much so, that she even decided to trust him with her first name.

What Alexis didn’t know was that Joe had been programming her suit to turn her into his own personal sex toy even before she rescued him. With the upgrades he’d helped her install after the incident, her suit was now rewriting her mind to be turned on by domination, to make her constantly horny, and to ensure that she wanted nothing more than to find a strong, dominant man, and do his bidding. It was part of the reason she’d been entrapped so fast. But Joe saved her because, of course, he wanted to be the man to bed her.

So whenever Alexis put the suit on, she found her mind being overwhelmed with fantasy. She didn’t even question why she was openly masturbating in her room instead of leaving by the window for another day of crime-fighting, why she was picturing herself in the middle of a ring full of criminals—big, strong thugs and hitmen, with huge arms and legs, thick necks ... and, when they removed their pants, thick other things as well. In her reverie she was naked, on her knees, being thrown between them like a piece of meat.

Instead of fighting back, she was begging them for more, begging to take their cocks down her throat and fellate them, begging to be treated like their own personal slut.

As the erect criminals brought their members closer to her, she couldn’t resist a pun. “These men really are at large” she thought to herself with a smile and a moan, before the first cock got thrust down her throat, while her legs got parted by a pair of strong, muscular hands, and her wet cunt was penetrated.

Alexis shook with pleasure as she came, standing in her own room, her window wide open.

‘Whew,’ she thought with a puzzled expression. ‘Well, I guess it’s good that I got that over with ... now, to business.’

Forty minutes later, as she bounded across the rooftops, Alexis was beginning to wonder if she had a problem. She hadn’t connected her increased arousal with the fact that she was wearing the suit, not yet—but the longer she roamed the streets, the more turned on she got. Finally, ducking behind a chimney, she got herself off again, picturing a scenario similar to the last one.

She had no idea why she was specifically turned on by criminals—’It must be a remnant of that sleazy club owner’s control’, she thought to herself. Whatever it was, she knew that sexual fantasies could be healthy, and she didn’t even question her position as she began to play with herself once more, unwittingly causing Joe’s insidious programming to take a deeper and stronger hold over her.

Just as she was approaching climax, picturing a band of pirates sharing her on their ship, she heard a woman’s scream. Immediately, her instincts took over—she stopped rubbing herself through the suit, got up, and let the visual interface guide her to the source of the sound.