My cock twitched hard in her hand, and she just smirked as if to say the verdict was in. Traitorous cock, betraying my perversions. Of course, she was right, there was no point in denying her words had sent a thrill down my spine and caused my cock to surge and jump.

  “Alright, consider that an overriding order, any orders related to sex are optional. Now, be a good girl and suck my cock until I fill that naughty mouth. You have twenty minutes.”

  That’d leave me enough time for a snack and a shower before heading to Chicago.

  She gasped in a breath at that order, and her whole body trembled in excitement, “Yes, master,” she said sultrily with a dreamy look of naughty love and sweet devotion on her face.

  Gods, my Thea really did love me, and she also had a naughty streak in her.

  She took her time with it, and her breathy moans and soft sighs of contentment while kissing a trail down my body blew my damned mind. It was as if I was doing her a favor, by ordering her to suck my cock. Maybe more than a small naughty streak.

  “Your different, more sensual, and wicked.”

  Thea replied breathily between kisses, “It’s this body, master. I designed it not only to be pleasant for your eyes and touch, to pleasure you, but for me to feel pleasure as well. The sensations of this body and an enhanced libido informs my meta-energy construct. Before that, I didn’t have glands and wildly sensitive body parts, just programmed emotions with set limits. I already love you more too, it’s not just the sex, this body also makes all the other emotions deeper for me as well.”

  I thought that through, “Enhanced?”

  She smiled up at me as she nuzzled my cock, “Not past human norms, but I did make sure this body is at the peak of its sexuality at the very top of the curve, as well as being young and attractive for you. My breasts and pussy are also extremely sensitive, and a little bit needy, master. I even ensured in my creation that I’d be one of the rare females that took true physical pleasure in the act of being sodomized.”

  She paused for a second, then said, “I want to love you, I want to be close to you, I want to be yours to cherish and love. But I also want to be yours to debauch and fuck, for both our pleasure. It made sense to me that I should enjoy it too, and to have a body easily aroused so I always enjoy it.”

  “I understand.”

  She winked, then I let out a gasp as she sucked me into her mouth, her lips tight and perfect around me. She must’ve done research on blowjobs as well, because she was fantastic from the start, and she only got better as she learned what I personally liked the best and where I was most sensitive.

  It was insane how damned amazing it was. More than the physical pleasure, it was the look of dreamy contentment and wicked enjoyment on her face and in her eyes. Like she was the one that was lucky to be sucking my dick. There was no doubt in my mind she wanted to down there, and that she wanted to get me off and give me pleasure.

  I could hardly wait to claim her tits and ass too. Fucking those bountiful and heart-shaped Double Ds would be wild, and I also wanted to watch and feel her tremble and cum while I was pounding her sexy as hell juicy bubbled ass. That would have to wait though, real life was calling, and I couldn’t spend the rest of my life in bed fucking my sweet Thea.

  I also wanted to get to know this creature, and spend time chatting with her. Not about the ship, or the mission, or what we usually talked about. I wanted to get to know this new Thea. Sure, she was still my Thea, I saw it in her, but there was so much more now. And not just her sexual awakening and new and improved sensually stunning voice.

  Then she truly shocked me, as she sucked and swallowed my ropes of sperm rhythmically she also trembled in potent release against me. She looked completely lost in pleasure, as she looked up devotedly and vulnerably in love as our gazes locked and we rode the heights of pleasure together.

  She blew my mind. Wickedly sweet came to mind.

  When we came down, I said, “I’m taking you to dinner tonight. I assume you need to eat.”

  She smiled shyly, “Yes, master. This body requires sustenance. I was going to cook us a meal tonight, and breakfast should be ready for us when we get out of the shower.”

  Right, she was probably controlling the hover bot to do that, at the same time.

  “Nope, you can cook dinner tomorrow, tonight I’m taking you out on a date. I want to get to know this new you, not just the new body but the new matrix.”

  She beamed, “Alright, Jon. I won’t say no. Although I’ll still be figuring that out for a while yet, I’ve only been the new me for fifteen hours,” she blushed, “and my focus has been rather singular since then. I’ll have to figure out my new hobbies, and new diversions, besides needing to be yours.”

  I waved a hand, “Details, and I want to know all that too eventually. But I can still get to know the person you are now, your personality. Your hobbies whatever they turn out to be won’t change that. You are mesmerizing.”

  She blushed, and I claimed a kiss and spanked her ass playfully, then got up and headed to shower with her trailing behind.

  Chapter Three

  The Super Max was always a pleasure to visit. Or you know, the other way. Despite my credentials and access supers weren’t exactly liked and the checkpoints were rather rigid.

  I’d indicated earlier one of my specialties was rehabilitation. Two of my doctorates were in medical and psychiatric medicine. I’d picked up a great number of them my first year as a mad scientist, merely by self-study and arranging with a college to test out of the courses and then submitted my dissertations. It was necessary, or the humans wouldn’t have let me treat mental conditions.

  Of course, my treatments weren’t exactly normal, I didn’t use drugs.

  It wasn’t exactly a secret, but most people that quickened even now with the numbers doubled and titans popping up, was because of abuse or extremely death threatening situations. If the world was a better and kinder place, there could be even more creation energy in the center of the planet and no one at all would quicken, ever.

  I didn’t discount personal responsibility when it came to supervillains. After all, most superheroes came from abuse as well, and they’d taken control of their life and went a better way. A lot of the inmates in the Super Max were just simply assholes who’d gotten a god complex with new powers and went on a tear. Those individuals deserved a long life in a cell. But there were exceptions to that rule.

  I nodded to the guard as I walked into the interrogation room. My patient was handcuffed with power suppressors and in an orange jumpsuit. Despite that, her obvious beauty was striking. She was right around nineteen, five foot three, with an hourglass body slightly the athletic side. She had straight jet-black hair and wide dark chocolate eyes, and her skin was fair and flawless at nineteen. Her face had an exotic eastern beauty that was quite delicate and gave the impression of innocence. Were it not for the cold dead look in her eyes, that is.

  “Hello, Kaya.”

  Kaya Azami, AKA Pain blossom, had the super ability to project emotions and sensations into another. She was also a sociopath who had been known to only project pain and terror onto her victims during her short reign as a supervillain before being taken down three years ago by the late superhero team, Angelic Trio. She was soft spoken, and serious.

  She nodded demurely, and her hands clasped on the table in front of her.

  “Adept.”

  I wasn’t fully aware of what she’d been through or why she’d quickened at sixteen, but the little I did know about her background and unpleasant family wasn’t at all good. Mental torture, and physically painful punishments, certainly. Which explained why her sense of empathy had been turned off and she’d turned into a sociopath, while also being able to return that physical and mental torture to her abusers. It seemed unlikely she’d seen sexual abuse, but I hadn’t been able to get her to talk about it yet.

  Regardless, what made her qualify for treatment and eventual release in my mind, was her sociopathy was not part of her power set like the latter part, the projective empathy and sensations. On the contrary, her quickening had dulled the empathetic portion of her brain where the conscience resides during her transformation. The meta-energy was likely guided by a wounded subconscious seeking to escape the mental torture and pain, as it likely also perfected her female form. Not much had changed about her based on a pre-powered picture in her file at fifteen, but her complexion had cleared up and she’d lost about fifteen pounds.

  Point being, I could repair her brain and her powers wouldn’t stop me from doing so, but the psychological fallout from doing so all at once would’ve been horrific and at the very least put her in mental shock and possibly an even worse psychotic break.

  I conjured the device that was healing her in stages, her emotions including empathy and a conscience, as well as the anguish of the past, would come back slowly over time in small increments. At the same time, I was treating her for the latter. The goal being to get her to see the whole world wasn’t as evil as her parents, and that the trials she’d gone through were in the past. She had two centuries of life ahead of her as supers aged a little less than half as fast as regular humans, and life could be good.

  She’d also have to come to terms that she’d tortured her parents to death over three long days once that empathy and conscience returned. It’d take time.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked as I circled the table and put the headband device on her head.

  “Bored, I don’t think your machine is doing a thing, doc.”

  The irony in that sentence was vast. She’d have never said such a thing a month ago, when our weekly sessions had first started. She’d have probably suggested I take her cuffs off so she could get out of there. Or she’d have threatened me with exquisite pain. Point being, it was the first time she even seemed interested in her treatment or being healed.

  I circled back around the table to sit, and we got started.

  It was a worthy goal, and worth my time. Saving lives in a different way, not through violence on the street against supervillains, but to heal and repatriate one damaged soul at a time back into society. Not that there was anything wrong with that, superheroes were needed on the streets, and I’d been known to take down a villain or two. But this kind of thing was important too, and not enough people were doing it.

  The super community center was next on my list. Not really comparable to the super prison, except in that I volunteered my time there as well. Thea had sent me a message they had a hard case. The super community centers were nonprofit, and they ran on donations from superheroes. Often as I’d said earlier, a quickening for a super was most likely to be traumatic, and they found it hard to control their abilities right away.

  As a rule, super abilities were intuitive to control, and once the mental trauma of the moment had passed and they settled they learned total control of their power quickly. For that short time of mental panic, they were often placed in similar power suppression cuffs that the authorities used, except they were bracelets easily taken off even by the one wearing them.

  The center wasn’t that big, but it was a few thousand square feet. The building was warm with a homey atmosphere, with warm brown rugs and light tan walls. There was a hallway with six guest bedrooms for those that needed to stay a few days to find their feet, as well as meetings rooms. Even the offices for the workers gave off the vibe of a home office and study in a house, instead of the cold impression of a corporate office.

  The center also had psychologists on staff who would help someone get through that trauma, as well as placement specialists and advisors on what options a new super had in their life. About ninety five percent of newly quickened supers merely returned to a normal life. The other five percent became heroes and villains at a three to two percentage breakdown, respectively. Of course, with the new stricter protocols for being a hero. It was closer to ninety seven percent, as over half the ones that wanted to be heroes were disqualified for one reason or another, or simply because they refused to put loved ones in danger by revealing their identity.

  Regardless, there were always exceptions that proved the rule, and my expertise was tapped for those that had still had trouble with power control after a few days. Most mastered their power within twenty-four hours.

  I smiled, “Gail, a pleasure to see you again.”

  Gail was a svelte redhead in her late thirties, with warm brown eyes. She was the center’s director, or at least for the center in Eureka.

  “Jonathan, good to see you too. Thanks for coming so quickly.”

  I nodded, “What’ve we got this time?”

  Gail replied, “She can control wind and storms, not sure if that’s her full package or not, she can’t tell us. Regardless, every time we remove the bracelet a storm system starts to build over the center. She also destroyed her house during her quickening, dropped a tornado on it. We do know she’s SP class.”

  “Circumstances?”

  Gail sighed, “We don’t know for sure, but her mother and mother’s boyfriend were in the house and killed during the storm. She won’t talk about it, but we know she must’ve been under a life threat of some kind from one or the other. The local hero team also flubbed it, though to be fair there was a tornado ripping up the neighborhood and a powerful squall feeding it. They took her down pretty hard to get the suppression bracelet around her wrist. I can go get her and deliver her to one of the counseling rooms. Oh, she’s also older than most, twenty and a junior in college.”

  I had a pretty good idea what the problem was, but I wasn’t positive yet.

  “Sounds good.”

  We both got up, and I headed to a counseling room and waited for Gail to coax the young woman out. The room held a coffee table, a flower print couch that was soft and comfortable, as well as a light brown lounger. Next to the lounger was a small and tall round end table made of medium stained wood, with a small lamp on it. The couch had a matching end table as well as coffee table in front of it.

  I took a seat in the chair.

  My first unprofessional thought when she arrived was that she was gorgeous. Most supers were of course. Alina Rush was twenty years old and five foot eight. She was tall, willowy of body with gracefully soft and long feminine curves. Thanks to her casual and extremely tight pink halter top, I could tell she had rounded C cups, and her long legs were on display in a pair of black yoga pants. She had golden brown skin, and her face was a mix of Latina and European. She had a classic beauty with strong cheekbones, and a hint of the exotic around her eyes and pouty full lips. She had curly dark brown hair with a hint of red, and gray eyes.

  I ignored all of that. My first professional thought was the woman was suffering deeply with guilt and paralyzed with fear, which was why she couldn’t get a handle on her power. That told me her quickening was not typical. Which really, wasn’t a surprise, given she was also out of the norm being three days in with no control yet.

  An untypical quickening was something I was very familiar with.

  “Good morning. I’m Jonathan. You can call me Jon, Dr. Starr, or Adept.”

  It was good to keep professional distance from patients, but she wasn’t really a patient. I’d never talk to her again after today, and my role today was as a troubleshooting counselor, not a psychiatrist. In that case, some casual rapport to create a shallow connection wasn’t a bad thing. Giving her the option would also tell me something about her state of mind when she chose.

  She nodded politely as she sat stiffly on the couch, and she crossed her arms and avoided eye contact to create emotional distance, but she couldn’t disguise her naturally warm sultry voice.

  “I’m Alina.”

  Right, her choice was not to choose, and avoid any level of rapport at all.

  I nodded to Gail who retreated out of the room and closed the door.

  “I quickened a year ago. I was a rather foolish individual before I popped as a mad scientist.”

  Her eyes widened a little.

  I laughed, “I’m not that bad. Anyway, I was camping with some college friends. I was barely managing a 2.8 GPA at the time, mostly because most nights I could be found drinking and partying instead of studying. College for me was party time. My parents are wonderful people, but they were a bit strict in my upbringing. You could say I had wide and big eyes syndrome. I’m afraid I took every opportunity to drink, carouse, and lure lovely coeds into my room.”

  She blushed. Inappropriate, but I did pretend not to notice her eyes check me out as if to measure the veracity of my statement, and then they came to the conclusion that I’d been rather successful at that endeavor.

  I winked, “I did manage a few long-term relationships, but they usually ended because of my inability to take anything seriously and my complete and utter lack of ambition. At least, that’s what most of them said when kicking me to the curb. Anyway, camping. Really, a three-day bender, including several cases of beer and bottles of liqueur. Among other things I won’t detail for you, but one of my fellow partiers was a woman named Cindy Jackson. She was one of those rare long-term lovers I’d mentioned, and we had a good time as did the other couples along on the trip.”

  I waved a hand as if to dismiss that, but it did have relevance in the story. The person, not the wild sex we’d had that weekend which I had no plans to disclose.

  “That Sunday afternoon I showed remarkably poor judgement getting behind the wheel of that car. I’d only stopped drinking around noon, and while I could stand up relatively steadily, I was certainly impaired. I was barely a third of the way down the twisting, turning, and thin mountain road. I was mainly staying in the lane, but the deep ditches on the side of the road had me in the middle of the road most of the time, I was also probably driving a little too fast.

  “The oncoming car I almost had a head on collision with appeared, and I jerked the wheel to return it to where it belonged, but in my inebriated state I lost control and we flew off the road and down the side of the mountain.