Book Excerpt for The Unconventional Super-Villain

The Unconventional Super-villain...

by John Rookwood

Book 3 of the Mastermind Series

A tale of mind control, bondage, lactation, sex and domination,

in a world of superheros and villains.

Smashwords Edition

Chapter 1

Two weeks had passed since killing the Giggler and finding out that The Powers That Be super team was hunting for me. I had spent most of the time doing prep work for my new endeavors and cleaning up the messes, both physical and metaphorical.

Using the cord of obedience on the staff that ran the junkyard above my hidden lair, I had simply instructed them to believe I was Solomon Bendicott, and I was taking over for my cousin Hiram who had retired. I had also interrogated them as to whether or not they had known Hiram was Dr. Death.

None had, although they all suspected something was going on since their former boss would disappear into the service garage for long periods and never actually fixed any vehicles. They assumed there was a meth lab inside since the building was off limits on pain of termination.

Hiram had paid them well enough to look the other way, which only reinforced their suspicions, but jobs that paid them that well and required so little work were few and far between, so they had kept quiet. After making sure none of them had talked about the strange goings on, I planted a few commands to keep things running smoothly and then told them it would be business as usual.

Pussycat had me hire a cyber-security black hat she trusted who went by the code name Johnny Crypto to do some scrubbing on my old life, the lair's existence, and to plant some false trails to keep the task force busy elsewhere. His weekly fee was another expense, but compared to the Dabbler his was a pittance. Enslaving the cat burglar had been one of the best suggestions Cowgirl had ever given me.

Of course, using Glamazon's enchanted cord to make her into my loving and loyal slave Cowgirl had been the best decision I had ever made. My life as Dan Jackson was a thing of the past and my new life as Mastermind was fantastic, most of the time.

The new rare earth elements had come in and most of the re-tooling had been completed using the remaining old model kill-bots and Fifi's magnetism powers. The modified code was ready to go and the revised alloy formula had been tested and was well within tolerances. The drawback was the new and improved bot assembly line wouldn't produce the killer machines as quickly. I could only produce a dozen a day at most but Dabbler had made the production cheaper and the product better so he had been worth the huge amount I paid him for his one day of work.

Like the late Dr. Death, I was worried about people reverse engineering the bots and the power cells, but Dabbler had improved things on that front as well. The titanium shells of the cell casings would make it difficult to open them without destroying the interior components, and the bot software now included hidden overrides and self destruct code integrated into the operating system. The douchebag genius had promised that someone would have to wipe the OS and build a new one from scratch to get rid of my overrides.

Nothing was perfect, but some security was better than none, and the new bots were listed on Vortex, the dark website I now ran, as being superior to Dr. Death's version in every way. They also cost twice as much, but I threw in a laser pistol with each bot. Hell, the new guns cost far less to make than the old ones, even though I planned to list them as costing twenty percent more.

Handing Cowgirl her new customized laser pistols, I passed her old ones off to Dollface and told her, "Take these and have Fifi recycle them."

Dollface skipped off to obey, leaving me and Cowgirl alone in my office.

Cowgirl smiled at me and slipped off her western style gun belt which hid her strength enhancing girdle beneath its leather facade. Setting the weapons aside, she dropped her 'daisy duke' shorts and untied her red and white checkered shirt.

Both the garments were also magical and gave her a fair amount of protection against harm, but cowgirls didn't wear leather armor so she had remade them.

Ya gotta love magic.

"Mooooo..." Cowgirl said as she sat herself on the edge of my desk and spread her legs.

Accepting the invitation, I dropped my pants and boxers and shucked off my dress shirt. Stepping up to her, she 'moo'ed again as I suckled her tits, drawing forth my morning dose of the amazonian breast milk that had been making me stronger each day. Lapping up the sweet fluid, I enjoyed my first slave's body, running my hands over her back and ass cheeks for a few minutes before ramming my dick into her welcoming cunt.

Cowgirl was down to five foot six now and should be more or less stable in her new form. One of the joys of claiming her had been finding out I could change her body as well as her mind. Not that there had been anything wrong with her before, but losing six inches and height and adjusting her proportions to match meant no one would guess she had once been one of the most powerful women on the planet.

My cock slid in and out of her tight slit as she moaned and moo-ed in pleasure while she wrapped her firm legs around my waist to assist me in slamming my manhood as deep as possible into her pink taco.

As I sucked the last drops of milk from my pet's hooters, I came inside her, which triggered her own orgasm.

Screaming in ecstasy she shuddered and then went limp against me, muttering "This slave loves master with all her heart."

Pussycat cleared her throat and said, "All done? If not, I can come back, but I have some business to discuss with our master."

I hadn't noticed her arrival, but then I had been preoccupied with my favorite slave.

Pulling myself out of Cowgirl's honeypot, we redressed in front of Pussycat. She wasn't offended, she couldn't be since she was also my mind controlled slavegirl. Instead, she waited patiently until I was dressed and Cowgirl had taken a seat on the leather couch that sat against one wall of the office.

"Now then," I said, "what have you got for me today?"

Pussycat sauntered up to my desk in her pink catsuit and tapped at her tablet computer. "The first batch of twelve bots is complete and have been stress tested by Dollface and Fifi. Dollface reports the new software has improved accuracy by eighteen percent and dodging ability by twenty-one percent."

I nodded in appreciation.

Pussycat continued, "Fifi says the new alloy has a thirty percent higher tensile strength and the override and destruct systems are operating perfectly after nine tests."

She paused as we heard a small explosion in outside in the production center and then Pussycat sighed before saying, "Fifi reports self destruct test number ten was successful and nothing use-able remained after the blast. She's recycling the debris and will test the last two prototypes in a few minutes. Now then, if you want to use the kaboom option, we're gonna need access to some satellites to insure we can access the bots wherever they are, otherwise you can only use the back door on killbots within a mile or so of her detonator. I've checked the prices of piggybacking onto some upcoming space launches, and it's not a good number."

She showed me the figure and it was big, far bigger than what remained in my Bank of Terror account.

"Yikes." I said, "Are there any cheaper options?"

"A few, but they are all less reliable or very slow to make use of." Pussycat informed me.

I pondered the issue for a moment. Thanks to cost reduction of the power cells, my profit margin on each new bot was far higher than Dr. Death's had ever been, even with giving away a weapon with each one. Still, I'd need to sell a hundred bots to cover the cost of one piggybacking and I'd need at least twelve satellites for proper coverage.

"Sounds like I need to pull a heist then." I said.

"WOOOOOO!" Dollface said as she entered my office. "Awesome! I've been itching for some action." then she amended, "Well, some non-dick action, anyway..."

"What kind of job did you have in mind?" Pussycat asked me.

I thought about it, I'd need to clear fifteen to twenty million just to cover the costs of the first stage of satellite coverage. I mean I didn't need to have worldwide override and destruction capabilities but on the other hand if I didn't who knew what someone else might do with the kill-bots.

Yes, I knew I was going to sell them to criminals, but there were crimes and then there were war crimes. If someone tried to use my new bots for something unforgivable, I'd want to intervene.

I'm a bit of a control freak that way.

"Twenty million should be the target, so a jewel heist?" I suggested.

"Cut gemstones are micro engraved with serial numbers on them." Cowgirl pointed out.

"We can still sell them but the return would be far less." Pussycat agreed.

"What about raw stones?" I asked.

Pussycat countered, "Then we'd need to have them cut and sold on the black market since the commercial buyers wouldn't touch them."

"Just sell the uncut stones to the commercial buyers." I said.

"Can't," Dollface informed me, "the up and up guys have to show where their gems came from or they get classified as 'blood diamonds' and it diminishes the value."

"Okay, so no jewel heist." I muttered. "What about a bank job?"

Dollface hopped up and down while clapping, "Those are fun!"

"They also won't cover the bill." Pussycat said. "A good haul from a bank job will net you between two and ten million depending on the size of the bank, but that's harder than robbing an armored car which can get you the same amount of cash."

Cowgirl spoke up, "Master has Fifi, could she not simply lift the car and move it to a secure location to empty it?"

Pussycat shook her head. "Those things weight over twenty-five tons, Fifi is strong, but she's not even close to that strong."

Dollface asked, "Why not rip off an art museum? Sure ya can't sell the stuff in the open, but there's plenty of low life millionaires and billionaires who'd pay to have stuff like that in a private collection."

Pussycat made a fifty-fifty motion with her hand. "Yeah those are profitable, but it takes time to arrange, sometimes it takes years to offload art objects, trust me."

"Damn, how do other super villains make money?" I asked the trio.

"Mostly what you just talked about." Pussycat said, they just accept that it will take time to get the money or that they will have to accept much lower returns."

"Or they do ransoms!" Dollface said gleefully. "Ya know, take something or someone important hostage and then make a city pay to get control back. Power plants are good for that sorta thing."

"Counterfeiting is also popular." Pussycat said. "Print up ten million or so in fake bills, take them overseas and sell them on the black market for two million."

"Not bad," I said, "but we lack the equipment, the time and presumably the contacts..."

Pussycat made a non-committal noise that I took to mean she could find the right people in the black market if she wanted.

"Other options?" I asked my girls.

"Lock boxes?" Cowgirl suggested. "Many wealthy people keep objects of great value in bank security boxes. Often they will refuse to divulge the contents when the boxes are robbed."

Pussycat nodded, "Yeah, that pretty much always means the items were stolen to begin with. But unless we get actual cash or bearer bonds, we're back to having to move the loot at a loss."

"We could get metal detectors and hunt through the garbage dumps in Jersey for that hard drive full of bitcoins..." Dollface offered.

I sighed, "Yeeeeeah that would take years and would suck."

Pussycat noted, "It's easier to pull jobs overseas, they don't always have the security of US banks. If we hit big bank somewhere in the middle east, we could get twenty million easy in US dollars and gold, those oil barons tend of have piles of both."

"Hmmm." I said. The idea had merit, but it also came with a lot of logistical headaches.

"Why not rob some other villains?" Dollface suggested as she played with a yo-yo.

Cowgirl noted, "This slave approves of such actions as no innocents will be harmed."

Pussycat was more reluctant, "Hold up now. Master has been earning a rep for dealing harshly with people who mess with him unprovoked, but actively attacking other villains is a terrible idea. Especially with a price on his head. Hit another villain and the rest might collectively decide to make an anonymous phone call to the Powers and we'll be overrun with heroes before we can get the cash to the bank."

She had a point.

Then again... "What if we hit some heroes?", I asked.

That got me raised eyebrows from all three pets in the room.

"Ummmm.." Pussycat said.

"Sweet idea, boss!" Dollface exclaimed.

"It is possible." Cowgirl agreed.

"It is?" Dollface and Pussycat blurted out simultaneously.

"Indeed." Cowgirl confirmed. "The Powers That Be have a vault deep within the Power Tower in New York City. Additionally, this slave is familiar with the Hero Corp compound in Los Angeles and knows the location of their impound center. The Animal Kingdom's secure location is unknown to this slave, however."

"Fuck yeah, then!" Dollface enthused, "Let's rob the heroes!"