Doctor Doom found himself standing on top of a mountain, with a 360 view of a landscape sprawling around him. He could see a distant city that looked similar to Los Angeles and a nearby cable car station with a scattering of tourists nearby. He took in what the note had said, and looked down at his gauntleted hand. It seemed real enough. There was no sign that this was any kind of virtual computer simulation. But he knew from experience that such things were almost impossible to differentiate from reality with the advanced technology that now existed.
He raised his fist and shook it at the heavens, and bellowed in rage at this indignity. "Doom is no-one's plaything!" Then he swept his hand towards a group of the tourists who were gawking at him vacantly, and with a single force blast sent them flying over the edge of the mountain, into oblivion. It made no difference to him whether these were real people or "NPCs", as the note had called them. To Doom, everyone else was a lesser mortal.
However, the note was right about one thing. He was incredibly aroused, and found his gaze resting upon an attractive, curvaceous young woman in a lycra cycling outfit who cowered nearby after seeing is display of power. He smiled under his iron mask, and pointed to her. "Come to me, little one, or I shall blast you into a million pixels."
Whimpering, the woman moved to him. He placed a hand on her pretty head and forced her to her knees before him. A panel at his crotch slid open with a hiss and his had cock sprang forth. The note was right about another thing - his cock was much bigger than it had been back in his own reality. The pretty cyclist's eyes widened at the sight of his huge erection, and he savoured the pleading look on her face as she gazed up into his implacable mask. He also enjoyed the sight of her perfectly toned rump which jutted out pleasingly, sheathed in the skin-tight fabric of her cycling shorts. "Suck me now, while I ponder this situation."
He sighed with satisfaction as her soft lips slid over the bulb of his cock, and he moaned as he forced her head down his length, embedding his quivering phallus in her clasping throat. There was a sensation of great sexual pleasure, but also a boost of vitality and raw energy. To Doom, who loved power more than anything, this was intoxicating. "Hmmmm," he murmured to himself. "I will play by the game's rules for now. After all, I will need power if I am to break from of this zoo. And if escape is impossible, then I will need power to rule it!"
From inside the cable car station, Lex Luthor had observed all of this. He watched the armor clad figure in the green cowl as he casually blasted a group of the nearby civilians and then made use of the curvaceous young cyclist. Something told him he had found an ally...
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Elsewhere, Lois Lane found herself in a car park behind a building that could only be a strip club, if the gaudy sign bearing the name 'Vanilla Unicorn' was anything to go by. She was just recovering from the intense pain she had felt while reading the note, but that was fading, to be replaced by an increasing feeling of horniness, which wasn't helped by the sight of two girls standing outside, smoking and giggling with one of the bouncers. Their skimpy, slutty outfits left no doubt as to their profession. Lois needed tome to think about what had happened, and her journalistic instincts made her want to learn as much as she could about this strange new world. She would go inside this establishment and see what she could learn from the customers. She tried to suppress the feelings of growing sexual excitement she felt as she smoothed her professional skirt and jacket, and walked towards the entrance of the strip club...
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