Book Excerpt for The Accidental Super-Villain

The Accidental Super-villain

( Mind Control for Fun and Profit )

by John Rookwood

Book 1 of the Mastermind Series

A tale of mind control, bondage, domination,

and sex in a world of superheros and villains.

Smashwords Edition

Chapter 1

My city isn't big, most people have never heard of it and those that have usually just identify it as a place to shop for wholesale furniture. As for me, no one's ever heard of me either, mainly because I've got a regular job in a manufacturing plant and I drive for a ride-sharing company on Friday and Saturday nights to make some extra income.

That's how it all started.

It was close to midnight on the last day of June, and my plant was going to be shut down for the next week, like all the other plants did for the fourth, and I was doing the Saturday night bar runs for 'Ryde'. Things were running pretty smoothly, I'd taken half a dozen drunk people home who ranged from tipsy to approaching alcohol poisoning, but no one had puked in my car so far.

I was hanging out in a strategically placed parking lot that was close to several bars and a dance club in what passed for downtown in my city when I had to answer the call of nature. I was watering one of the decorative trees that the city had planted decades ago along the railroad tracks to muffle the noise, when I heard a train approaching... But along with the big air horn warning people to get off the tracks were the sounds of a fight.

I put my dick away and looked up to see something I never thought I would in real life. There was a god-damn super-battle happening on top of the train's cars as it barreled along. Dr. Death and a swarm of his skeletal kill-bots were duking it out with Glamazon, one of the hottest heroines in the world. My jaw dropped as I watched the battle approaching me. Glamazon had been a common wanking fantasy of mine, and probably a billion other guys as well, I mean who wouldn't want to bone a six-foot tall demi-goddess with cantaloupe sized boobs?

As the engine drew the fight closer to me, I saw the blond bombshell tear one of the killbots in half as another leapt over her to flank her from behind. Dr. Death was assembling some kind of weapon from an over-size gun case and as he stood up with the device, one of his kill-bots emerged from a hatch in the top of the train car beside him and handed him a glowing orange cylinder. Popping the doo-dad into his bazooka-like weapon, he laughed and aimed it at Glamazon. The heroine had smashed three more of his kill-bots by this time, but was struggling with one on her back that was trying to strangle her with her own silver lanyard.

"Look out!" I yelled, even though she couldn't possibly hear me over the noise of the locomotive.

Dr. Death fired the weapon and a javelin of orange lightning caught Glamazon in the chest, blasting her clear off the train just as it passed by me. I could hear the villain laughing maniacally as she was catapulted backward off the train and tumbled to a stop between the tracks.

Like an idiot, I ran the hundred yards or so and checked to see how badly she was hurt. I'm not a weak guy, but rolling her over was harder than I would have expected. She felt a lot heavier than her bio claimed. Glamazon was bleeding from her nose and a half a dozen small cuts on her arms and legs, and she seemed dazed.

"I'm here to help." I told her as I held up my hands to show her I was unarmed. "I can get you to a hospital, there's one a mile or so from here."

She shook her head groggily, "No hospital, need to rest, need to contact the Powers..." as she groped at her belt.

I knew she meant 'The Powers that Be', it was the international hero organization she belonged to.

Her hand came back up holding a broken communicator and she sighed heavily. Looking up at me, she asked, "Can you take me someplace where I can rest for a few hours?"

I nodded and tried to help her up, but she was limp and hard to move.

"Take my belt," she mumbled as she fumbled with the clasp, "It will give you the strength of ten men."

I didn't argue, even though the metallic waistband looked silly on me. As soon as it clicked closed around my waist, the thing resized itself to me and I felt power flood into my muscles. Experimentally I picked up a small rock and flung it, only to see it shoot across the parking lot and embed itself into the brickwork of a building a hundred feet away.

Wow!

I scooped the barely conscious legend up and carried her to my car, where I placed her in the back seat as the downtown clock bonged to indicate midnight had arrived.

As I tried to situate the woman of my wet dreams to make her comfortable, I realized her lariat was still looped around her neck and reached to unwind it as I asked, "Is there anything you need me to do or not do while you recover?"

In a monotone she responded, "Don't use the lanyard of command to enslave me." then she passed out.

I looked at the silver cord and realized her response was due to the fact that I was holding it when I had asked the question. Her rope was nearly unbreakable and was enchanted with magic that could make people caught in it tell the truth, among other effects.

I stood up, still holding the cord and looked around. No one else was in sight and there were no CCTV cameras pointed in my direction. I was the only person other than Dr. Death who knew where Earth's mightiest woman was, and the black-armored villain wouldn't care so long as she wasn't in his way.

Normally I'm an upstanding guy, I pay my taxes, don't cheat my fares and obey the law, but I had a thing for bondage and female submissiveness in my porn, and life had just handed me a unique opportunity. Glamazon was helpless and vulnerable, and if her last conscious words were true-I could make her my slave. The darker side of my soul was practically screaming at me to take full advantage of this situation and conjured up images of the naked heroine leashed with her own silver cord and kneeling in front of me while sucking my dick. Meanwhile, the better angel of my nature pointed out that this was freaking GLAMAZON. Probably the most famous woman ever and she had powerful friends who would surely come looking for her.

Making my decision, I re-tied one end of the lanyard around her throat, then ran it to her wrists and bound them together before laying her down on her side so she would be out of sight. The rumor was that she was powerless if bound by her own rope, or at least that was a common trope in the porn movies that parodied her. Once she was secure, I tossed the other end onto the front passenger seat before I jumped in my car and exited the parking lot, ignoring the Ryde app that was asking me if I was available for a pickup.

The drunks were on their own tonight; I had the best passenger imaginable, and I needed to figure out how to make her mine permanently.

Chapter 2

I was almost to my apartment when I saw Glamazon begin to stir in the rear-view mirror and pull herself upright in the seat. Snatching the end of the silver lariat from where it hung over the passenger seat, I said, "Sleep!" and was relieved to see her eyes flutter and close again before she flopped back over. I had no clue how long that would last, but I only needed another ten or fifteen minutes.

Pulling into a space in front of my small apartment, I got out and scanned the area while I unlocked the front door and flipped on the light in the small kitchen. I was about to return to my car when I thought better of it and crossed into the living room to snatch a dark green blanket off the faux-leather couch.

As I exited my domicile a familiar voice called out to me, "Hey Dan, early night?"

The voice belonged to George, my upstairs neighbor, and while normally I'd be happy to hang out with him over a beer, things were pretty abnormal right now and I needed to get rid of him without arousing suspicion.

Thinking quickly I came up with a lie that should keep him at bay, "Wasn't the plan but some drunk fucktard puked all over the back seat, I need to mop it up and put down a layer of cleaning foam. Gonna take a while to deal with it."

George made a face and took a step back from the railing in front of his door. "You... uh... need any help with that?"

His words offered help but his tone said 'ick, please say no'

"Nah, man." I assured him, "I got this, but if you've eaten recently, you might want to be elsewhere for the next half hour."

Taking the 'out' I'd offered, George retreated into his own apartment. As soon as his door clicked shut, I opened the back of my car and after verifying my passenger was still asleep, I wrapped her in the blanket and carried her inside.

As I arranged her on the couch, I took a moment to drink her in. Tall, fit with an ass you could literally bounce bullets off of and a set of magnificent tits that I couldn't wait to play with hidden under her costume. Deciding I needed to get to work, I unlaced her red, knee-high boots and slipped the leather footwear off of her and ran my hands over her firm legs and thighs. Next I found the clasps and opened her defensive bronze bracers and pulled the platinum headband from her scalp. With her down to her one-piece combination corset and short-shorts, I was having a little trouble thinking straight. Sure, there were lots of images of Glamazon nude on the internet, but all of them were fake. I was about to be one of the rare individuals who had ever seen her naked.

Taking a few deep breaths, I effortlessly lifted her up with one hand while I fumbled with the zipper. The damn thing wouldn't budge. After a minute of twisting and pulling on it, I figured it being stuck must be part of the magic in her costume.

Laying her back down, I pulled up a kitchen chair and stared at my captive for a while as ideas bounced around in my brain. My angelic nature pointed out that it wasn't too late to change my mind, while my dark side was pointing out that if I adjusted her body properly on the couch I could tit-fuck her via the top of her corset-armor... Finally I grabbed my laptop to do some research, keeping the end of her magic rope within reach the whole time.

The rumors on the internet claimed that besides making people tell the truth, her magic rope could also make them sleep (which I had confirmed), forget things and plant false memories. Her boots let her fly and the bracers could stop all kinds of attacks from blades to lasers. The belt was known as the source of much of her strength, but the headband was a mystery and many thought it was just decorative.

If I wanted to keep this heroine for myself, I needed to ask her the right questions while she was under the influence of the lariat. Once I had a game plan in mind, I turned on my TV to a station playing a late night monster movie and then untied Glamazon's wrists before turning her over on her stomach and hogtying her with her silver cord. I added a padded sleep mask to act as a blindfold and moved the couch so her face would be pointed toward me before I picked up the end of the rope and said, "Wake up."

Glamazon snorted once and then began to move, flexing her arms and twisting her wrists. She opened her mouth to shout something, but I said, "Quiet voice!" and her words came out as something just above a whisper.

"Who are you? Where am I? I demand you release me this instant!" She commanded in a harsh croak.

"Stop struggling." I told her and she froze in place. Well, that settled that... the rope could make people do lots of things. Just to be safe, I said, "Speak only the truth and do not mislead me."

Glamazon grunted, so I went on with what I hoped would be the magic command. "Tell me everything you don't want me to know."

Even with the blindfold covering half her face, the look she wore was priceless. "My name is Leah, daughter of Zionestra, queen of the Amazons. I am terrified and desperate to escape. I fear you will use my lanyard to bend me to your will. My team mates' real names are..."

I interrupted her. While that information might come in handy later it wasn't important right now. "Tell me how to use the lanyard to make you my slave."

Her voice quavered. It was obvious she was trying to resist the magical compulsion, but she couldn't stop herself. "While I am bound by the lanyard, you must dip it in my blood and loop it around my neck, then place your own blood on the end you hold and declare yourself my conqueror and claim me as your property. If I cannot escape what follows, the ritual will bind me to you and I then cannot defy you or disobey your commands. The lanyard will no longer be required to command me once it is done as I will belong to you body and soul."

Tears were soaking through the sleep mask. She was truly frightened of me, I'd never felt so powerful in my life. My dick was already hard and I really wanted to stick it in her, but I was worried that if I tried anything before performing the ritual she had just told me about, she would escape.

"How much blood do I need?" I demanded.

Her voice cracking, she replied, "Enough of mine to cover the part of the rope around my neck and enough of yours to cover the end you hold." Then she added, "Please, I'm begging you, don't do this."

In response, I reached out and grasped her nose, twisting it with my belt-enhanced strength as she quietly cried out. As the blood began to trickle out again, I collected it on my fingers and smeared it on the cord around her throat.

"No, no, no..." She blubbered softly, "you can't do this to me, I'm a hero! I deserve better than to be someone's slave! Please! I'll let you do anything you want to me if you'll just let me go when you're done with me."

"Don't move." I said, then went to the kitchen and found a sharp knife to cut my left pinky finger with. It hurt, but the blood welled up as I covered the few steps back to the living room couch where I let the crimson drops soak the end of the rope.

Once the end was well coated, I reached down and pulled the mask off of my captive's face. "Look at me." I commanded and she did, her eyes red with tears and filled with dread.

"Leah, daughter of Zionestra, I have captured you and bound you. Now I claim you as my property and slave, your life belongs to me." I declared. I watched for some sign that this wasn't a setup. I didn't wait long as a few seconds later the cord began to change from silver to blood red, starting where I held it and traveling along its length, looping around Glamazon's feet and up to where her hands were bound behind her back and finally to her neck where it seemed to absorb her blood as it glowed brightly. The whole process took about a minute.

"Nooooooo..." the heroine cried out as the light faded, revealing the cord was now red instead of silver.

"Did it work?" I wondered aloud.

"Yes." Leah said in a flat voice. "It is done, I belong to you, now and forever."

I grinned like an idiot; I guess this made me a super-villain now.