Thread: Ruined Superheroine (PsionicCuttlefish & Kanti)

Salzer continued to monitor the 'new and very much improved' Goldstar's progress as she finally found the doors to his lair. He had kept the doors to his project laboratories in his latest base inconspicuous to keep the now mentally-deficient or, as far as Salzer was concerned, mentally e fficient, with her mind nearly empty of all shit that was unnecessary for her now, instead mostly filled with important things...for a living sexdoll, at least Goldstar from finding and wrecking them, and that seemed to have worked flawlessly. He thoroughly enjoyed watching her mega-tits swing like wrecking balls as she turned in place quickly, and he snorted with amusement as she was momentarily distracted by her own properly-pretty hair. But then she then stared down his door intently...and Salzer briefly howled with laughter as she blurted out caveman-speech, asking a question that was answered by the words on the door she was staring at. She had lost the ability to read already! Just meant that Salzer wouldn't have to take care of that himself. Unfortunately, Goldstar had destroyed the camera nearest to his door entirely by accident, it seemed, so when she finally decided to move forward and try to make her way through the main doors anyway, Salzer lost vision of her on the bank of monitor sceens. And then he waited...for an impatience-inducing ten seconds or so, before he heard the first thud on the main doors behind him. He smirked. He had left the door unlocked, but still more-or-less expected this anyway. She of course still retained all her powers, but once upon a time, she would have needed only a single slam to get through the current main doors. But from how he had been watching her parade through his base for the last hour, she didn't seem to really grasp concepts like 'leverage' and 'momentum' anymore to use her superhuman strength to maximum effect. Of course, the endeavor of door-smashing was also likely handicapped by the unquestionably necessary improvements to her gazongas. Salzer just continued to calmly stare at the now-Goldstar-less security screens with his back to the door as she impacted it a few more times. He heard it finally come crashing down on the fourth try. Slowly, he swiveled around in his chair, completely at ease, which was very well vindicated when his eyes fell upon 'Goldstar' staggering into his lair, struggling to hold one of her nipples to her mouth, rub herself off, and walk simultaneously. The Sculptor smiled. Her body had finished being reshaped in a more fitting image for her, and the reprogramming of her mind that began nearly six months ago was near completion. There was only a few things left to do. Salzer savored the show that Goldstar was giving him by rubbing his own crotch slowly while she was grinding her hand against her dripping pussy. He waited for her to finish her masturbation and the last vestiges of her original mind to briefly reappear once again. Goldstar, at this moment, had scarcely a clue of what he had done to her...and he wanted her to understand . He wanted her to comprehend just how total his seven-years-overdue victory over her was. He wanted her to know exactly how completely and utterly powerless she now was before him...for all of maybe sixty seconds or less before he completed the reprogramming and destroyed Goldstar once and for all. Salzer thought back to all the times he had been so close to defeating Goldstar or tried to get her off his back. All the times he had tried and failed to discern her secret identity, the times he had tried anything he could think of to put a leash on her through threats. All of those failures seemed so distant now... Salzer watched Goldstar until she finally rode out a climax, and the dim light of her old consciousness reappeared in her eyes. And with her eyes consciously registering his presence, her arch-nemesis right in front of her, that might give her mind just a fraction more clarity to keep up with what he was about to say. Greetings, Goldstar. Salzer said unhurriedly, while he leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped in front of him. Welcome to my humble lair. Please, by all means, make yourself comfortable, make yourself at home. We both well know how this song and dance goes at this point. You discover one of my bases after foiling my latest plan, fight your way through my minions to my lair, and I delay you with my latest monster creation as I escape. Doing this over and over for seven years does tend to make strong routines, understandably. Although... Salzer then tilted his chin up slightly in a haughty gesture, though the subtlety might have been lost on Goldstar. Before you make your attempt on my life and I attempt to stop you with my newest monster...there's something that is on the forefront of my mind, now that I think about it...it feels like quite a while since we've done this, doesn't it? Doesn't it feel to you like you haven't wrecked one of my bases in a long time? Salzer leaned forward with an intense expression. How long , Goldstar. How long has it been? When was the last time we met like this?