Ms. Hand was ready to pop
Norman Osborn could sense it. Her breathing had become a series of sharp gasps. She begun rocking her hips as much as the binding Conversion chair would allow; moving to a rhythm only she could hear.
Pound that cock Victoria! Osborn thought, snickering thru his shark like smile. Most telling to Norman was Hand's face. The way it started fluctuating between harden defiance and a look the former Green Goblin could only describe as:
"Dumb Lust." Norman rolled the words of his tongue with childhood glee. Ms. Hand was ready to pop. The once intelligent career driven woman was about done, soon to be an eternally Cum-starved air headed Bimboslut.
There was a knock at the door. Norman turned back to see an official looking man with a round face and neatly trimmed brown hair wearing an expensive grey suit step into the room. The man introduced himself as Bobby Sark and that he had news Mr. Fink
thought he would find exciting.
And Norman Osborn did indeed fine the news exciting.
Osborn turned quickly back to Victoria hoping that she was still able to appreciate what he was about to say:
"Exciting news Ms. Hand--Special S.H.I.E.L.D agent Maria Hill, your co-conspirator in this little venture and all around pain in the ass has been neutralized. And Bonus! We've also captured Ms. Marvel! I guess Maria called her for help or something."
Norman shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Come tomorrow morning they won't even remember why they came here in the first place. They'll just care about looking pretty, being sexy and getting all their slutty holes filled as many times as possible. Just like Ms. Potts
and just like Ms. Romanov. As for you, well..." Norman took a breath and continued "You'll be the same. But with a twist. Molded to my personal needs.....Oh fuck it!" Norman threw up his hands in jest. "You're going to my own personal Bimbo sex slave! You
and a few others I've specially selected. Part of the deal I made with Mr. Fink to get this ball rolling. Isn't that cool!"
Norman Osborne never would find out if Victoria Hand ever understood a single thing he told her, at that moment she cried out in orgasmic release. Then she started moaning over and over, with increasing joy and certainty each time:
"I'M VICKI HANDJOB! I'M VICKI HANDJOB! I'M VICKI HANDJOB!"
Fink had told him about this: a special subliminal command Bimbotech laced in their programming to signify when the process was complete. Already men in white Bimbotech uniforms began filing into the conversion chair room to whisk Ms. Hand or Vicki
Handjob to the BodMod room.
Norman shrugged and left the former Victoria Hand to her fate. There would be more than enough time for 'Vicki Handjob' later; there were things that still needed to be done and people to call.