The Greatest Villainess

By A Clockwork Tomato

Rated NC-17

Thunder rolled and lightning flashed outside the prison. Inside, Beck lay on his back in his bunk, his arms behind his head. "Any time now," he said.

"I don't get it, boss," whined Dove, the taller of his two henchmen. "What are we waiting for?"

"You'll see," said Beck, grinning. "All I'm gonna say is, if you're gonna reprogram something, remember to put in Plan B while you're at it."

There was an enormous flash of lightning. All the lights went out. A couple of minutes later, a slim shadowy form appeared in the doorway. There was a brief sound of tortured metal, and the door swung open.

The lights came back on. R. Dorothy Wayneright stood in the cell doorway, looking perfectly calm and composed.

She walked up to Beck, put her arms around him, and kissed him.

When she let him breathe again, he gasped. "I programmed her to fetch me after 90 days."

"Why?" asked Dove.

"Love," said Beck with a crooked smile.

"Not love," said Dorothy flatly, and kissed him again.

Beck ran his hands down her back, then around to fondle her breasts. They weren't hard and mannequin-like the way like her arms and legs were. She was not wearing a bra. He moved his hands down to her butt. It felt the way a butt should. And she certainly kissed like a human. This had more possibilities than he'd imagined! He wished she'd stop putting her tongue in his mouth, though. He was in charge here.

He got a hand under her skirt and down her panties. Her pussy was hairless, which he had expected, and felt real. It was warm to the touch and very wet. He rubbed it gently, then more forcefully, but she didn't react at all. But she trembled every so slightly when, with some difficulty, he put a finger deep into her. Aha! Beck had been horny all day with anticipation. As soon as were safely away from the prison, he'd take her.

Decision made, he pulled back and ran his comb through his hair. "All right, gents," he said to his two henchmen, "Time to go."

Dorothy said, "Not until I'm satisfied." She untied the drawstring of his striped prison pants.

"Dorothy!" began Beck, but stopped when she pulled down his pants and boxers. She looked at erection for a moment, then sank to her knees.

"We don't have time for this!" said Beck. Dorothy put one hand on the shaft of his cock, squeezing it so hard that the head bulged. Beck gulped. Then she put the head in her mouth. She moved her head back and forth in a perfect rhythm, as regular as a metronome, as squeezed and sucked and used her tongue with immense force on his dick, always right at the threshold of pain. After a moment, she put her other hand down her panties and began to stroke herself with great speed. Beck put his hands on her head to try to control her, but it was like trying to steer a locomotive. He quickly stopped trying, stopped wanting to try, as the sensations overwhelmed him. His excitement mounted and mounted and then, with a loud groan, he came copiously into her mouth.

Dorothy rose calmly, apparently quite unaffected. A trickle of semen has escaped her mouth and was dripping off her chin. She produced a handkerchief from her dress and wiped her mouth carefully. No, she wasn't unaffected - her fingers were twitching every few seconds. They weren't when they she arrived.

Dorothy looked at Beck's now-limp penis, then turned her attention to his two henchmen.

"We need to leave, Dorothy!" said Beck.

She paid no attention. She turned to T-Bone, the shorter of his two henchmen. He grinned at her. She took off her dress, leaving her in her black stockings and with the white jabot around her neck. Beck was impressed; she was gorgeous, not like a mannequin at all. T-Bone's grin got even wider. Dove stood in the background, radiating disdain.

Dorothy had T-Bone lie on his back on the floor, and, without preliminaries, she straddled him, impaling herself on his cock. After a moment of total stillness, she began to ride him up and down at a deliberate pace.

T-Bone's grin never faded, but he began moaning almost at once. Soon it became clear that he yearned to speed up, but Dorothy's pace never altered, and soon he became syncrhonized to her rhythm, almost an extension of her. T-Bone's moans became louder and louder, until he came with an ear splitting yell, drumming his head and heels on the floor.

After a moment Dorothy stood once more. She seemed as calm as ever, but her fingers were twitching much more often, and she seemed not to notice when a trickle of semen stained one of her stockings. She looked at Beck, whose penis was still quite limp, then turned to Dove.

"Stay away from me, you bitch!" shrieked Dove. "I don't like girls."

Dorothy paid no attention. She advanced on him and untied his pants. When she pulled them down, Dove had no sign of an erection. Dove smirked.

Dorothy glared at him so fiercely that he emitted a little squeak of fright and took a step back, raising his hands to shield his face. A moment later he blushed and looked down. He had the beginnings of an erection.

"It doesn't mean anything!" he said, "Stay away from me, you bully!" But the more she glared at him, the larger his erection became.

Dorothy pulled him to the floor and mounted him roughly. Dove shrieked and pounded her chest and shoulders with his fists. Dorothy paid no attention, and soon his shrieks of outrage became shrieks of passion. Was it Beck's imagination, or was Dorothy starting to lose her metronome-like precision? And it seemed to him that her face was showing faint, fleeting expressions.

When Dove came, he flung his arms around Dorothy and uttered a long-drawn-out falsetto wail. Dorothy stopped and began to rise. Dove tried to keep his arms around her, but she pulled away without difficult.

Beck noted that her fingers were twitching almost continuously now.

"Can we leave now, Dorothy?" asked without much hope. Actually, he didn't really want to leave just now.

His erection had returned, and she looked at it with what may have been satisfaction. She put her arms around him, kissed him, and began to pull him to the floor.

In a strange, robotic monotone, she said, "Take me, Jason Beck." She lay on her back and spread her legs wide.

Beck gave his cackling laugh and did as he was told. Her skin was hot to the touch and her pussy almost painfully so. He was amazed at how how easily he entered her. But when he had thrust his cock all the way inside her, her pussy clamped down on it so hard that he gasped. Moving it in and out required plenty of strength, though Dorothy moved her hips back and forth with irresistable force, faster and less controlled than before, though her face still mostly impassive, with only flickers of emotion now and then.

Beck became more and more excited, taking enormous lungfuls of air with each stroke, almost forgetting about his fears of recapture in the intensity of the moment. He and Dorothy were moving as one now.

She came suddenly. She threw her head back with a gasp and her eyes became unfocused. Her pussy spasmed twice, then clamped down on him so hard he was afraid his dick would never be the same. She lay absolutely rigid for several seconds before coming back to life. She lay passively for a while as he resumed his stoke, his dick mercifully intact, then began to participate again.

She came a second time just before he did. Her pussy clamped down on his dick just as he ejaculated. He was sure that his balls would explode. Then she relaxed, and the explosion of pent-up semen gave him an unbelievably intense orgasm.

Neither of them moved for a long moment. Then Dove broke the spell by whining, "Can't we escape now, Boss?"

"Yeah," said Beck. He got up and used Dorothy's discarded dress to wipe his face and dick. Dropping it on top of her still-motionless body, he said, "Time to go."

She rose and used her handkerchief to clean herself, then dressed. Beck noticed that her fingers were hardly twitching at all.

"This way," she said.

They followed in silence, dreading the return of the guads, whose long absense seemed inexplicable. Dorothy led them through a convoluted pathway through service corridors and across abandoned, empty cellblocks. They emerged near the main gate. It was shut, and there were innumerable guards nearby. At least the rain had stopped.

"How are we gonna get past all those guards, boss?" hissed T-Bone.

Dove said, "Have Dorothy create a distraction by fucking every one of them."

Beck saw Dorothy's fingers begin to twitch. "Knock it off, Dove," he said. "Dorothy, you're staying with us."

"Yes, Jason Beck."

"And call me 'master.'"

She stiffened. Her fingers twitched far more rapidly. "Yes, master," she said in a robotic voice.

Beck swore under his breath. He wanted her focused, not horny.

"Focus on helping us escape, Dorothy."

"Yes, master." She turned abruptly and tore the cover off an electrical service box. After considering for a moment, she deftly tore out a few wires and shorted them together. Sirens went off in a distant part of the prison. Most of the guards ran that way.

She altered the wiring some more, and the main gates began to open. Finally, she tore an enormous cable loose and shorted it against the service box itself. There was an enormous flash, and all the lights went out.

"Run!" she said. Taking Beck by the hand, she pulled him along. Dazzled by the flash, he stumbled along behind her. Soon they were outside the gate, and he could see well enough to move on his own. "Get T-Bone and Dove," he ordered.

"Yes, master." She ran back inside the prison. Beck stepped up his pace. If they caught up with him, fine. If they got caught, oh well.

They caught up with him two minutes later. Dorothy had each of them by the scruff of the neck and was half-dragging, half-carrying them. She dropped them at Beck's feet, where they lay panting.

"Keep moving, keep moving!" he said. They were in an exposed location. They needed to get off the road and under cover.

They got up and stumbled along the road behind him, muttering complaints. Dorothy walked beside him.

"I have clothes for you in an abandoned building a mile away, master" she said. Leading the way, she took them off the road and across country. Soon they were in a tumble-down shack. Inside, she opened a suitcase which held civilian clothing for each of them.

Beck cackled his horrible laugh, threw himself down on the floor, and clapped his feet. "I'm such a genius I can't stand it!"

His henchmen agreed. "That's right, boss! Who would have believed it, boss?"

There was some general back-slapping, and T-Bone grabbed Dorothy and kissed her.

Beck looked at Dorothy. He was feeling magnanimous, so he decided to let her beg for her freedom. T-Bone was pulling down her panties. "Knock it off, T-Bone. You, slave. You have done very well."

Her fingers twitched more rapidly. "Thank you, master."

"And you shall have your reward."

"Thank you, master."

"What would you like?"

She paused and seemed to undergo an internal struggle. She opened her mouth to speak several times. Finally she said, "I want all three of you at once."

T-Bone grinned and said, "All right!" He unzipped her dress and then dropped his pants. Dorothy had him lie on the floor, where she straddled him. "Oh, yeah!" he said as she impaled herself on him.

Dove took her roughly up the ass, hoping to hurt her. She gasped. Her eyes became unfocused for a moment, then she looked up at Beck and took his dick in her mouth.

They maintained eye contact the entire time, though she was otherwise showing much less control than before. The metronome-like rhythm was gone, and she jerked her head suddenly in one direction or another when Dove or T-Bone got in a particularly good thrust. With all the power in her mouth and tongue, Beck's dick was under a lot of strain. She was using her teeth this time, too. It was good; it was wonderful. He hoped she wouldn't bite his dick off.

T-Bone was making pig-like grunts, and Dove's high-pitched cries were getting louder and louder. Even Dorothy began to make soft moaning noises.

T-Bone came first, with a mighty yell, followed almost instantly by the other three. Dorothy threw her head back, releasing Beck's dick, and screamed. Beck heard himself yell as he came, squirting semen over Dorothy's hair and face.

They were all quiet for a minute, then Dove caught Beck's eye. He indicated Dorothy and shook his head. Beck, his dick bruised, abraded, and bitten, knew what he meant.

Dorothy lay sprawled on the floor, staring up at nothing. Every once in a while, her fingers twitched. All this sex had not defused her.

Beck cleared his throat. "Dorothy, get dressed."

Obediently, she cleaned herself up and put her dress back on.

When this was done, Beck said, "Dorothy, program DW357 Jason Beck terminate."

A change came over Dorothy. She stiffened, then glared at Beck. She took a step forward.

Beck took a step back and said quickly, "Dorothy, program DW357 Roger Smith execute."

Dorothy gasped and halted. Her fingers began twitching so quickly that they were a blur. Spinning around, she ran out of the house. She grabbed a bicycle that was leaning against the porch rail and leaped upon it. Pedaling furiously, she was soon lost to sight.

Beck and his men put on their civilian clothes in silence. Finally, Dove giggled and said, "Roger Smith won't last a week."

T-Bone sighed. "What a way to go."

Beck said nothing. After straightening his tie and running a comb through he hair, he motioned to his henchmen. The three of them limped towards Paradigm.

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