Evil Genius: Becoming the Apex Supervillain

by Logan Jacobs

  Norma was a competent engineer already, and Dynamo wasn’t anywhere near her level yet. But, Dynamo had the advantage of being able to learn, which Norma sadly lacked. My omni-average assistant had somehow miraculously been born with an intuitive semi-grasp of pretty much every field of knowledge, but the tradeoff was an inability to progress beyond that point. You could explain a more advanced concept to her any way you wanted however many times you wanted, and she usually just wouldn’t get it, but even if she did finally understand, she would unfailingly forget it again within minutes.

  “Hmm, maybe I wouldn’t mind learning a thing or two about how to build more custom gear,” Dynamo agreed. “But… I kind of like the idea of being a hitman.”

  I laughed. “So maybe you do have some bloodlust in you, and The Wardens just repressed it?”

  “I can neither confirm nor deny,” she replied primly as she sipped her champagne.

  “Who do you want as your next target, then?” I asked. “If you could pick any supervillain?”

  “You can’t ask me that question, that’s like asking a librarian her favorite book, or a mother her favorite child,” Dynamo moaned. “It would be impossible to choose.”

  I shrugged. “Well, I know I was my mother’s favorite child, but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. Norma? How about you? Any preference?”

  I looked over and realized that Norma’s eyes had drooped shut behind her glasses, which were askew and at risk of falling off her face into the hot tub.

  “Norma,” I said again.

  At the sound of her name her brown eyes popped open. She blinked rapidly, scooted a little more upright and said, “Oh, sorry. I guess I fell asleep. What was the question?”

  “If you could pick any supervillain, who would you want us to go after next?” I asked.

  “Someone without mind powers,” she replied immediately. “No mind controlling powers like The Virus, no telekinesis powers like The Chief. No mind reading either. Nothing like that. If it’s just a physical power, then I’m sure we can find a tech solution beforehand to neutralize it. That’s what I’d rather do.”

  “Fair enough,” I said. “But you can’t think of anyone specific?”

  Norma cocked her head thoughtfully. She yawned hugely. Then she said with a giggle, “I guess whoever Optimo’s archrival is right now. We should beat him to the punch again. I thought he was going to burst a blood vessel when we were talking to him outside The Chief’s lair.”

  “I appreciate the pettiness,” I said. “Deeply. But, er, I don’t know if we’re quite ready to take on someone who’s a match for Optimo yet. We’re still in the early development stages, and honestly, The Chief was too strong for us. We need to dial it back for our next target and plan better.”

  Norma shrugged and yawned again. “Anyone really then. You know what, hunting supervillains is fun. So much more fun than inventorying shoes. I didn’t expect how much fun this job would be when you described it to me at first. But you were obviously really, really rich and you seemed nice.”

  “I don’t know if ‘nice’ is quite the right word,” Dynamo said thoughtfully.

  “Oh, I don’t think that anymore,” Norma assured her quickly.

  “What do you mean, I’m not nice?” I exclaimed. “When have I ever been less than nice to you?”

  “Don’t worry, you’re nice to me,” Norma said. “But people in general are sort of just… factors in an equation to you.”

  “Well if I don’t know them personally, what else would they be?” I asked.

  “Human beings with intrinsic value,” Dynamo answered.

  “Well, human beings are just animals too, that title doesn’t make us special,” I said. “And some are worth my time and others aren’t. And I don’t have much sympathy for the worst ones; some of the shit that I’ve witnessed since I built the C.D.S. has really damaged my opinion of humanity. But, I do think that the ones that are halfway decent and not really doing anyone any harm deserve a chance to muddle their way through their mediocre lives without getting randomly murdered by supervillains, do you know what I mean?”

  “You’re a goddamn beacon of inspiration,” Dynamo said sarcastically.

  Norma shrugged. “I don’t know, that speech made me want to kill more supervillains anyway. Or maybe I already wanted to. I don’t know. I’m tired.”

  “Shall I carry you to bed?” Aileen’s sultry tones offered from the speaker.

  “Yes please,” Norma said as she yawned again. She crawled out of the tub, opened the cabinet standing nearby, and took out a fluffy white towel to dry herself completely and then wrap her hair with before the robot arrived to pick her up as gently as a baby and then sashay into the house with her.

  That left Dynamo and me alone in the hot tub.

  “This is not where I ever would have pictured myself just a week ago,” she remarked after she avoided eye contact with me for half a minute.

  “Yeah, well, life is rarely exactly what we expect,” I said.

  “You’re not exactly what I expected you to be, either,” she said as she scooted over closer to me with a mischievous look in her eyes.

  “How so?” I asked as my heart started beating faster.

  “Well, I’ve seen your name come up a few times in the media, and the context and your interview quotes have always sort of given me the picture of an egotistical megalomaniac, amoral sociopath, and incorrigible womanizer,” she said.

  “But then you actually met me and you realized that I was none of that?” I asked.

  “No, I realized that you were exactly that,” she said. “But in an oddly sincere and endearing way.”

  “Hmm, I’m not sure if I should be offended or flattered,” I said.

  “I’m still here, aren’t I?” she asked. “In this hot tub with you? If I didn’t like you, I’d be home in bed by now.”

  “Then I guess I’m glad you don’t have a conventional superhero’s taste in companions,” I said. “After all, the world would expect you to be with someone like Optimo. Just like Optimo said himself.”

  “Then the world is wrong about me,” Dynamo replied.

  “They don’t know you like I do,” I whispered, since her face was only a few inches from mine now.

  Elizabeth examined my face intently for a moment like she wanted to ask me something but wasn’t sure how.

  Then she leaned in and kissed me.

  I had told myself many times before that I wouldn’t make a move on Dynamo, out of respect for our professional relationship, but after her lips met mine, my entire body responded voraciously before I could even consciously come to a decision. Physical instinct decided for me that resistance was futile.

  I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto my lap. She grinded her barely-covered crotch against the erection that was jutting through my swim trunks while we continued to make out. She was the kind of kisser that was almost vicious in her intensity, and soon she was biting my lips and scratching my back with her nails. I untied the strings of her bikini top and flung it aside, then I took her full breasts in my hands and started biting, licking, and sucking one of the nipples. Her skin tasted great, and she let out a little whimper of impatient desire when I pulled my mouth from one nipple so that I could switch to the other.

  I reached down, pushed her bikini bottoms aside, and slid my finger into her tight wetness. She gasped at the sensation of my finger and of the rush of hot water and then she reached down to pull my swim trunks down past my knees. I kicked them off the rest of the way, and then I removed my finger from her pussy and guided my cock inside instead.

  Despite the wetness of Elizabeth’s tunnel, she was still unbelievably tight, and she had to spread her legs wider and rock her hips so that she could work her way down the full length of my shaft.

  Then I was deep inside of the amazingly beautiful superheroine, and we stared into each other’s eyes as we let out a unified gasp of raw pleasure.

  Then she started bucking h
er hips so that my cock rubbed along the tight walls of her tunnel. It felt incredible, but after a while I wanted to slam into her harder, and being underwater was slowing down our movements. So, without disengaging our bodies I lifted her out and laid her on her back on the deck with her legs hanging down into the tub. I stood upright in the tub between her legs, and had planned on just fucking her brains out then and there, but the sight of her wet and perfect body laid out beneath me drove me wild, and my eyes roamed her body until I focused on where her labia was wrapped around my cock.

  “What are you doing?” she sighed when I slid my full length out of her.

  “Just relax,” I purred as I leaned down between her legs.

  Then I began to lick her sweet entrance, and her sigh quickly turned into frantic moans.

  I almost never ate pussy. It wasn’t like I cared either way, but the supermodels that I normally dated always had an air of desperation around them, and they insisted on giving me blow jobs every chance they got. Eventually, I just didn’t care to offer anymore, and none of my previous lovers complained.

  But Dynamo was different.

  She wasn’t an average woman. She wasn’t even a supermodel. She was several notches above every other woman I had ever been with, and I wanted to taste every part of her during our love making. I wanted to make her cum as much as possible while I worshiped every square inch of her body. I wanted to give her the kind of pleasure that she never knew. Not only because I wanted her to be mine, and on my team, but mostly because I just thought she deserved it.

  And somehow, the thought of making her happy made me happy.

  Elizabeth was still dripping wet, and her juices tasted like citrus mixed with light honey. My tongue attacked her clit and the entrance to her tunnel with long licks broken up with a few quick flicks of my tongue, and it didn’t take long before her body was shaking.

  “Ohhh, fuckkk, Miles,” she groaned a few seconds before her climax took her.

  While she spasmed, I stood up again in the tub, angled my hips into the right position, and slid into her quivering body. She growled like a tiger when my cock bottomed out in her walls, and I let out a gasp when I felt her instantly tighten and pulse around me.

  “Still cummminnnnnnn,” she hissed as her body thrashed under me, but I didn’t give her a chance to calm down.

  Instead, I just started thrusting into her.

  She continued to orgasm as I slid in and out of her, and I watched the way my movements caused her wet breasts to bounce atop her chest, which were the only place on her body where there was an ounce of fat. Her turquoise eyes were closed during her almost consistent state of climax, but then they both flew open wide, she screamed my name, and then she arched her back as her fingers dug into the wood deck around my spa. She’d rode one series of climaxes into a massive one, and I felt her muscles clench against my shaft like a velvety vice.

  It was too much for me to handle, and I made a final push deep into her before I poured my seed into her womb. Both of our orgasms lasted a good fifteen more seconds, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had cum so much. Maybe never.

  “Damn,” she finally gasped when we had both caught our breath. “That was incredible.”

  “Yeah,” I said after I took a few more deep breaths. “You are amazing.”

  “Me?” she laughed. “I just orgasmed for like twenty minutes straight. Holy shit, the tabloids were right about you.”

  “I didn’t know the tabloids talked about my sexual prowess,” I laughed as I leaned down to kiss her full lips.

  “I did my research,” she purred after we kissed each other softy.

  “I’m glad.” I pulled out of her pussy slowly and watched a bit of my cream drip out from between her labia. The sight was a visual reminder that I had just inseminated one of the most intelligent, beautiful, and powerful women I had ever met, and my still erect cock stiffened like a titanium rod once more. I really wanted fuck her again, but my legs were shaking and exhausted from our battle and love making, so I just moved to lay next to her on the deck.

  “You know what?” I whispered after I slid my arm under her shoulder.

  “Hmmm?” she purred as she leaned her forehead against my neck.

  “Fuck the alternative energy sector, fuck the automotive industry, fuck the aerospace industry,” I said. “I’m done with diversifying. From now on, fighting crime is going to be my full-time career.”

  She laughed. “You know there’s no money in it, right? Well, not unless you start collecting corporate sponsorships… and to do that, you basically have to play by Warden rules, which I thought you didn’t want to do.”

  “Damn right I don’t,” I said. “But I can live off passive income for the next several lifetimes at this point. But besides, it was never about the money itself, not really. To me money is just… a metric of success. I like to fucking win, you know what I mean?”

  “Yup, I sure do,” she replied. “Sounds good to me. Being a billionaire didn’t make you sexy, you know. But being a normal guy; well, no, not normal, but what I mean is someone without any superpowers; with the balls and the sheer hubris to personally go into combat against supervillains? That’s sexy.”

  “Thanks,” I said. “That means a lot, coming from someone who’s basically the living definition of sexy.”

  “You and I are going to set Pinnacle City on fire,” she laughed. “Figuratively speaking.”

  “There might be some amount of literal fire involved,” I said.

  “Only the minimal amount necessary to achieve an objective,” she warned as she let her fingers trace across my chest. “We’re not going to be supervillains, even if we’re not exactly heroes either. We’ll be something in between. Something new. Something Pinnacle City has never seen before.”

  “We can be whatever you want us to be if you keep fucking me like you just did,” I said as I turned my head to look at her beautiful face.

  “Deal,” she replied.

  Then Dynamo winked at me, leaned in close, and kissed me for the rest of the night.

  End of book 1

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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