Unaware of the tougher nut to crack that lied ahead, Dr. Kinky Now was congratulating herself on coming up with a brilliant workaround for Ms. Marvel after reading an exhaustive medical history on the woman. As it turned out, she did have
one weakness after all. With a smile, she unzipped the blonde's one piece swimsuit and untied the sash around her waist, sliding off both the uniform and the plain white underwear the pliant blonde wore beneath it (leaving the gloves, boots and mask ON of
course, because that was sexier).
Carol Danvers knew she should stop the big titted Indian slut dressed like a doctor from a porno from undressing her but why bother? It felt good. Everything felt so good and wonderful since she'd started breathing in the pink gas. Still, a tiny outraged part
of her lifted her arms weakly, the vague idea of stopping her and escaping somehow fuzzily bubbling up to the surface.
"Oh, you want to play with yourself? Good idea!" Dr. Kinky Now said with a smile as she grabbed the blonde's hands and led them between her legs and between her tits. "Play with yourself and it'll feel sooo good! You can trust me - I'm a doctor!"
The bubble in Carol's mind popped as her gloved hands landed on her tits and pussy. Playing with herself did sound really, really nice. With a moan, she began to lazily finger her twat and squeeze one of her perky C-cups, forgetting everything but how nice
it was and how good she felt. God, what a nice doctor!
Dr. Now smiled and strode off purposefully.
"Mr. Fink's going to let me get double stuffed tonight!" she purred to herself as she minced down the hall on her six-inch stiletto heels. She knew Mistress Mindfuck was busy cracking the incredibly difficult nut that was the Black Widow but she wasn't the
only psionic in their arsenal and all she really needed was brute force if she was correct in her assessment.
Well, that and a hard cock.
Knocking briskly, she poked her head into a room where Mr. Lorenz was just finishing up a presentation. Three identical blonde teenage nymphets with incredibly pouty lips and huge boobs tenting their schoolgirl tops sat next to each, idly fingering one another
underneath their pleated skirts, staring at pictures of Johnny Storm and Reed Richards.
Lorenz was grinning.
"You young ladies will make Bimbotech shine. You understand your roles now?"
"Yes, sir." replied the Stepford Cocksuckers in unison. "We can't wait to start our mission!"
Dr. Kinky Now cleared her throat.
"Mr. Lorenz, sir? I know these lovely young ladies have a mission but might I borrow them for just 15 minutes? I've got a special job from Mr. Fink to make Ms. Marvel a Bimbotech girl and I'll need their help."
Lorenz smiled and raised an eyebrow.
"Ms. Marvel, eh? I think I might have to supervise this one."
"Just as well, Sir." Dr. Kinky Now purred as she rubbed against him and squeezed his cock. "She'll need some additional positive reinforcement anyways. And if this works, I think I'll have earned a reward as well."
"We'll see." Lorenz said with a smirk before frowning. "How are you going to break her? I thought her mind was tamper proof and her body couldn't be altered."
Dr. Kinky Now laughed with delight.
"Here's the thing, Mr. Lorenz - she's got a dirty little secret. Her medical history reveals she's a recovering alcoholic! I thought she had an addictive disorder, given how weakly she's been trying to fight off the gas - or rather, NOT fight off the gas."
She motioned the Stepford Cocksuckers who had stood up, their breath getting erratic with excitement at the thoughts they picked up in Dr. Now's mind. They'd been programmed to love making people fuck like Bimbotech wanted almost as much as they loved cock.
The three girls slid up to Kinky Now and began to rub up against her like dogs in heat.
"Such a good plan. So fucking hot!" they purred in unison.
"You see, Mr. Lorenz? We just need to add an addictive component to the Happy Gas, fill her lungs and have these brute force little strumpets pound pleasurable associations to booze while a lucky stud fucks her to an orgasm! She'll be begging to have us make
her a Bimbotech girl in in no time!"
Lorenz grinned and gave each of the four women a thorough tit squeeze making them all moan and squeal with delight. He hadn't been entirely on board with leaving some of the women's minds intact but between Dr. Now, Mistress Mindfuck and their hacker Titty
Pryde, he was quickly coming on board with the idea . . . with one exception: Magik.
That creepy Russian blonde was still so damn freaky - Lorenz didn't care if she HAD been the key player in getting all her former teammates either brainwashed or stranded in Limbo, the former Illyana Rasputin, was still the only he'd never trust, even after
the conditioning chair did it's work on her. She made her own brother and best friend into Bimbotech servants because "they'd be happier that way". Creepy little bitch - well, not so little now that she had a pair of tits like watermelons and an ass like Beyonce,
but still creepy.
But, then again, who could argue with results? The rest of their brainy sluts were all top notch. They were about to have not one but TWO Avengers made into Bimbotech sluts in one day! The four gorgeous women writhing against him and the thought of fucking
Ms. Marvel wasn't going to have him criticize Mr. Fink's policies any time soon either.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Lead the way, Doctor." Lorenz said with a leer on his face.
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