So I don’t know if it’s true of all evil scientists, but Dr. Sykora, at least, had a nemesis. Jaime MacDuff was the twenty-something leader of a commando team that sometimes came in and messed up the doctor’s operations. Nothing lasting ever really came from it: They’d destroy his machines, he’d launch missiles at their base. Commandos and henchmen ended up in the hospital. Sometimes the doctor or MacDuff would capture the other for a time, but they always ended up free a little while later. Dr. Sykora said that he didn’t kill Jaime out of professional courtesy. He attributed his own continuing freedom to good lawyers and governmental incompetence.

Elyssa was twelve or so when Jaime first started showing up. He was always gallant toward her, and made sure his men treated her well; he knew that she was innocent of her father’s wrong-doings. That kind of treatment, combined with his blindingly white smile, inverted triangle body, and fine brown hair left Elyssa swooning every time she saw him. The symbolic rebellion against dad didn’t hurt either. Throughout her teen years, Elyssa probably masturbated more to fantasies of him than all other men combined. As she grew older she began to flirt with him, and he responded as much as he could. But her loyalty to her father and his professionalism kept things from going any further than kind words, smiles, and winks. Still, the attraction between them was obvious for all to see.

One day when Elyssa was about seventeen, as she was about to head out and meet some friends, Dr. Sykora asked her to join him in one of his “meeting rooms”. Upon entering, she found Jaime MacDuff chained to the wall, sporting a tent pole underneath his tactical pants.

“Sweetie, you remember my associate, Mr. MacDuff, don’t you?” Dr. Sykora asked. “Jaime, you remember my daughter Elyssa?”

“Hey,” Elyssa directed at Jaime, unsure what her father’s scheme was.

“Miss Sykora,” Jaime said with a nod. He had a pained look on his face, but was trying to remain cordial.

“Have a seat. Here, let me take your jacket - it’s too warm in hear to wear something so heavy!” Dr. Sykora said. Elyssa played along as he helped her out of her motorcycle jacket, revealing bare, fit shoulders supporting a tight pale blue tank-top that ended just above her bellybutton. The straps of a tan bra peaked out, barely, underneath. Elyssa waited to hear more about her father’s game.

Dr. Sykora went on with his weird leading questions. “You two should talk - I bet you have a lot in common these days. She’s not the little girl she was when you first started busting down my door, you know! She’s grown up! She’s almost a legal adult now.”

Jaime’s face was sweating and his teeth were clenched, but he remained silent. Elyssa noticed subtle shifts in his crotch sometimes, as his dick struggled to be free.

Dr. Sykora continued. “Let me get you started. Jaime, what do you think of Elyssa’s outfit? Isn’t she pretty? Of course, as a father, I worry that she might be dressed too provocatively: too much skin, too little fabric, and far too tight. I wonder if teen-aged girls understand what kinds of thoughts they put in men’s minds with such clothing. Do you think you could help me explain it to her, Jaime?”

“Dad!” Elyssa twisted abruptly to face her father, her sizable tits bouncing slightly from the maneuver. Jaime lost his composure and groaned. “Okay, what’s going on here?” Elyssa insisted.

“Your father is torturing me,” Jaime said. “He gave me something to amplify my libido. He’s taunting me with your...” He closed his eyes and groaned again.

Dr. Sykora finished the explanation. “You’re helping me give Jaime here the world’s worst case of blue balls. Maybe even crippling! Isn’t that fun? It’s like take your daughter to work day!”

Elyssa huffed at being used. She stood and confronted her father: “So what’s to stop me from blowing him right now and switching this from his worst day ever to his best?”

Jaime responded before Elyssa’s father could. “I’m afraid I can’t allow you to do that, ma’am.” His voice was quiet and even, even through his anguish.

“Why? Because of your code? You’d rather endure torture than besmirch your honor by letting a pretty girl who likes you relieve your artificially-created lust? And you...” she said, turning back toward her father. “You create a Jekyll and Hyde potential rape monster and then dangle your own daughter in front of him to see what happens? You two need couples counseling!”

Elyssa threw her jacket over her shoulder and walked out. Jaime cried as he watched her ass sway as she left. Dr. Sykora smiled wryly. “Women - am I right?”

Shortly after that, Jaime left the commando team. Years passed before he and Elyssa saw each other again. It was at Oxford - she was taking some graduate classes, and he was teaching a course on kidnapping prevention. The years hadn’t blunted their attraction to each other. At the pub they re-learned everything they admired and enjoyed about each other. After a couple of beers they ended up back at his flat.

In his living room, for the first time, Elyssa touched Jaime the way she’d always wanted to. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her cheek nuzzled his chest, and for a brief moment she wasn’t the confident lover she that had been for years, but rather, the uncertain girl dreaming of her first touch with the most perfect man in the world. That feeling soon passed, though. Elyssa hastily removed his shirt and undershirt, and ran her fingers down his chest like a six-figure-a-night call girl.

Jaime moved around behind her and kissed her neck as his hands roamed around her front. Soon, her bra was unclasped, her jeans were bunched up at her knees, and Jaime’s hands were teasing the waistband of her Harley Davidson panties.

“God, your breasts are even better than I imagined,” Jaime said as he kneaded her flawless round tits under her shirt. “And I imagined them a lot,” he added. “Being around you always put my ethics to the test.”

Elyssa didn’t say anything. She just reached behind her and unfastened Jamie’s pants, freeing his python from its cage, while enjoying his caresses.

The two separated enough to remove the rest of their clothes. Then again their bodies were pressed together, standing in the middle of the room. Elyssa wrapped one leg around Jaime’s waist, and stood on the toes of the other. Jaime grabber her ass and supported her as their bodies negotiated their congress. Somehow, his cock found her cunt and slipped in. Both lovers groaned.

Elyssa teasingly bit Jaime’s lip and clawed at his back, before leaving the ground and wrapping her other leg around him. Her legs flexed in time with his lifts, moving her body up and down on his shaft. Elyssa giggled and cooed as they went on like that.

And then Jaime lowered her on to the couch. He was on top of her, fingers in her hair, shoving his cock deep inside her, over and over again. There was no rush - just the feeling of their bodies together, inside and out, for as long as they wanted it.

Finally, Elyssa shifted, and the two tumbled to the floor, fucking all the way down. She ended up on top of him, and she gave him a smile that told him she was ready to sprint for the finish line. His hands memorized her curves while she bobbed and ground her cunt around his dick. Her climax rolled in like a slow peel of thunder.