The Lazy Lord 3

The Lazy Lord

Chapter 3: Love is an Illusion

-VB-

My so far unnamed base was a monstrosity on the outside with multiple ship hulls with decks sticking out at seemingly random intervals along the twenty story high building.

… I made my base way too big.

Anyways, this gave off the image of a hubkyard but the building itself was structurally sound, I swear!

What it also had was a hole in the center of the building that allowed for fliers to quickly move between each of the floors, kind of like an elevator shaft, except this shaft was five yards in diameter and had an opening at the top that led to the outside.

There were over eighty rooms, and I have made the top floor room, the so-called penthouse, as my current residence.

I did manage to find a power that converted energy into matter, another power that converted unwanted matter into a specific wanted matter, and finally, the last power molded matter into furniture. Why Eidolon the power wouldn't just give me a power to, you know, skip all of those steps, I didn't know, but I wasn't going to complain too much.

So now, I sat within my furnished, windowed, and comfortable penthouse complete with electronic luxuries powered by a windmill and solar panel as well as a simple, if stupidly big, hand crank generator installed on the floor just beneath mine that I was not going to be able to use without any power, because the crank's arm was four yards long.

Yes, the generator was bigger than most houses.

Now that I had all of the basic needs set up, I found myself on the rooftop outside of my penthouse. There, I watched the city in the morning and contemplated two choices.

I could choose right bow to go after Bakuda or make myself a secretary. A true hero would have gone after Bakuda immediately. With my powers, losing was going to be hard, and I didn't even need to confront her personally.

But I wasn't a hero. I was a murderer who just wanted to lead a hedonistic lifestyle until interesting people or events caught my fancy.

At the same time, I could do both of those things!

I could make Bakuda into my secretary/maid.

Also, as loathed as I was to admit it, proactive approach now would certainly help in ensuring that I don't get bombed by the bitch.

… alright, let's go catch a half-white, half-asian crazy ex-Cornell student and mind break her into being my maid.

The other plan was clone Victoria Dallon to do the same thing but this was less amoral, which meant I would have to deal with less shit from the heroes!

Huzzah!

'Okay, power, get me some Thinker powers to track this crazy down.'

-VB-

I found her and her workshop in the Docks.

Lung's defeat occurred only twelve hours ago, so she's yet to… oh, never mind. She already implanted bombs in people's heads.

Time to nip that at the bud.

Floating using my lesser copy of Glory Girl's power, I watched with a different copy of omniscience (this one mimicked my line of sight), and applied the second power slotted into Eidolon: a mind control.

Bakuda, who was about to make an incision, paused, and I felt her mind link to mine. Oh, and she tried so hard to take back control of her body the moment she realized what was happening. I would fuck with her later. For now, I wanted to dismantle her workshop and all of her bombs…

… or I could just open up a one-way portal to deep space right in front of her and tell her to dump everything in.

Sure, let's go with that. It's less work and time spent working.

I hummed appreciatively as the [Legion of the Fae] power copied Bakuda's shard.

Explosions, get.

After all of her previous works were destroyed, I gently landed on the roof of the workshop and punched a hole wide enough for me to carry Bakuda out.

I flew leisurely with Bakuda's still costumed and prone body under my arm. At my current pace, I would be back at base in ten minutes.

Truthfully speaking, I was flying at maximum speed my copy of Glory Girl's power allowed. Glory Girl's power gave her a shield that was the basis of her super strength, durability, and flight. Unlike her, my copy of her power only gave me half of her flight's capabilities, all of her durability, and none of her strength.

It… wasn't bad. I would have appreciated it if it was the other way around, and I tried altering in vain, because I already had another power aside from Legion and Eidolon that gave me durability: Aegis.

It was a brute power from the CYOA selection that brought me here. It allowed me to tank any attack I saw coming, which was why I was constantly using one of my Eidolon slots for some kind of omniscience to take advantage of that.

Alas, Legion gave me no choice on the matter. What I got wasn't truly a copy of a power but rather a "save state" of a power with hard coded limits to said power as it had been saved at the time (which would be when I defeated someone), and I accessed this unyielding ceiling limited saved state that Legion emulated.

It would have been awesome if Legion literally copied a shard but… well, I can't have everything.

Anyways.

With Bakuda gone, ABB was more or less finished. The Empire would get uppity and start taking territory as will the Merchants. Both of them were sure to come knocking my front door. How could I stop them from doing that?

I paused as I found myself staring at the Rig far away in the distance.

I questioned myself soon afterwards.

"It can't be that simple… can it?"

-VB-

Back in the base - specifically, my penthouse - now, I stared down at Bakuda, or Jessica Washimada Vinnman as she was called in her civilian life. Found that out when I discovered that she carried her wallet with her, and she had her driver's license in it.

Anyways, I would have to say that Jessica was … pretty.

Not quite beautiful but enough to get heads turned. Especially with her sleeping rather than madly cackling about "showing rhem all her genius."

Hmm… now, how was I going to break her in?

'Hey, power, kindly give me biokinesis? Swap it out for whatever is in the third slot.'

I received it shortly.

The first thing I did was to remove her corona pollentia and gemma.

The second change I implemented increased her arousal, sensitivity, and awareness.

'Change out mind control for mind alteration.'

Once the new power locked in, I waited.

Truth be told, I was cruel. Right now, I wanted to see how she would react before and after as I changed her while she was aware and awake.

I saw her start to wake up.

I grinned excitedly at the good time I was going to have.

-VB-

Jessica groaned as she slowly woke up.

"Why does my fucking head hurt so much…?" she whined a as she tried to grt up from this sinfully … comfortable bed.

Her bed wasn't comfortable, though. She made sure of it.

Her eyes snapped open, and then she felt her blood drain from her face as she took in the room and the situation she found herself in.

It wasn't the dark and musty room she took over in the warehouse of her workshop. This place exuded some class to it, but it was all geared towards some kind of a maid's personal room? Why rlse would it have a french maid uniform in the corner of the room?

What caused her to pale, however, were the restraint on her wrists.

"Welcome to the land of the living, Bakuda. How do you feel?"

She turned her head and then jumped out of her skin upon seeing a faceless brick red skinned man with only a mouth where his face should be.

"What the fuck are you?!" she screamed. "Where am I?!"

"A human, though I am definitely altered. Also, I brought you here because I decided to turn you, a criminal, into my personal sex slave."

She jerked and pulled at her wrist restraint. "When I get out of here, I'm going to-!" And then she froze as finally a detail that's been niggling at the back of her head struck her head-on.

"Going to do what? Use your non-existent power?" he taunted as he walked around from the side of the bed to its foot.

"No… no no no nononono give it back, give it back-!" she screamed at the end, thrashing on the bed, tearing up and gnashing her teeth.

"I didn't know slaves told their owners what to do. Is it a recent change?" I asked with a hum as I climbed onto the bed. She lashed out with her legs, and I easily caught them. I pushed her legs apart even without any Brute powers or enhancements, and she couldn't fight back.

"Fuck you, fuck yo-!"

"Relax, we're getting to it."

My words stopped her cold. Her wide tear filled eyes looked at me in horror.

Her thrashing renewed and she tried everything. Her muscles - feeble and thin as she was - bulged just a little but did nothing.

I let her tire herself out, and after half an hour, I was left with a sweaty and exhausted Bakuda. Her long black hair laid around her head in a mess, her wrists glowed red and raw, and her head stayed rolled to the side.

"Now that you got some energy out of your system…" I hummed as I crawled over her. Her eyes moved and looked at me fearfully. I stared down at her with my nonexistent eyes. "I can do this in two ways. One, I can Master you and you can enjoy what will happen to you. Or two, I leave you as you are and leave you to undoubtedly suffer. I will be gracious in allowing you the choices."

She stared up at me hatefully even though she feared me at the same time.

She refused to answer.

"Or I can be really cruel and let you feel your own mind change as I take you, Jessica. I can make you feel yourself disappear as a new you comes to life with you gone forever…"

Tears fell down her face.

"You're a monster."

I grinned.

"I'm a monster that saw a use for another monster. I'm just a bigger monster, Bakuda. You just happened to have been in my territory."

She looked away. "Make it quick."

"... Any last words?"

"... I hope you burn in hell."

I placed a hand over her forehead and eyes. She began to cry for real as I charged up the ego altering power.

"Don't worry. You will still remember all of this. It just … will be a different you. One who will eagerly let herself get used by the same man who brought you here."

"Fuck you," she hissed out.

"That's the plan."

ZAP

… Silence.

"Wait, what?" she uttered out.

"Welcome to your new you!" I cackled a little as I undid her wrist restraints quickly. "How does it feel?"

She quickly got up and pulled away from me, hitting the head of the bed and sitting there with her legs and arms drawn into her and looking at me with wide uncomprehending eyes.

"Y-you were bluffing!"

"Have I?" I asked with a curled up smile.

"I don't feel any different...?"

I pushed right up to her and pulled her arm away. She yelped and then froze as she found herself pressing her face against my bare chest.

"The old you would have kicked and screamed. Why aren't you?"

Before she had time to respond but giving her enough time to physically react, I pulled her back to the center of the bed and pushed her down on her back with me hovering over her.

She looked up at me with wide eyes and quivering lips.

I crashed my lips into hers abruptly, and she screamed.

I held her in place with my hands on her arms but she didn't retaliate or push me away. Her frozen lips let me push my tongue into her mouth and explore every bit of her.

She shuddered as I pulled away from her, breaking the kiss. I grinned at her as I straightened up and pulled off my unbuttoned shirt and tossed it aside. Then my hands got down to her and I began to undo her costume.

Bakuda would have screamed, kicked, and cussed.

The new Jessica merely looked away.

"What I did, Jessica, was make you servile to me," I explained as her vest came off. I grabbed the edge of her shirt and lifted them up and over her. Her arms moved almost in synch and let me see her red bra covered tits.

She looked at me and blushed as she noticed me looking at her.

I pushed one hand underneath her and with a vision granted to me by omniscience, easily unhooked the clasp. Grabbing the bra, I tossed it aside.

Her tits spilled out, jiggling on top of her chest.

Whistling, I grabbed her tits, one in each of my hands. Jessica whimpered as I began to roll and squeeze them.

"Which means whatever action I take, you will just let me do them. Whatever I tell you to do, you will do them because that's how you are now."

I pulled my hands away, gripped the edge of her pants, and pulled them down. With the belt already undone, it came sliding off of her, panties included.

What was left was her bare body, and her puffy pussy leaked.

I pulled my own pants off and pulled out my erect and throbbing dick.

She watched apprehensively as I lowered myself down, only to slide against her clit. She moaned a little as I moved in and out.

"So I want you to say it."

Her eyes looked away and she bit her lower lip.

I stopped.

Her hips wiggled but I didn't move.

"... Fuck me."

Grinning, I gripped her waist and lined myself up. Just the tip of my dick pressed into her.

"Say it again."

"Fuck meeEEE!" she whimpered and then screamed as I pushed into her. She gripped the bed sheet and cried as … hold on, was that blood?

"You were a virgin?" I asked incredulously before shrugging this fact off. It didn't change anything.

I pulled a little out of her and she hiccuped and moaned before whimpering when I pushed right back in, hilting myself completely inside of her.

"I'm going tonfuck you, Jessica, until I see you carrying my baby around…!" I growled before I pulled out and slammed my dick back into her. She hiccuped again and cried out.

"Wait, wait, it hurts-!"

I slid out and right back in, heedless of her cries.

"Please, wait-! A-ah!"

I didn't take it slow. I brought her to use her, so that's what I did.

I pounded into her missionary style without mercy. My hip slapped her ass repeatedly and she twisted and turned as my dick hurt and pleasured her at the same time.

She gave up halfway, and just moaned away. Her tits bounced up and down to my thrusts. I caught one of her tits with my hand and squeezed and pinched her nipple. Jessica squealed and whimpered and I turned and rubbed the nipple while continuing to wear her pussy raw.

Then I slammed into her one last time and jizzed. Her own back arched as she climaxed with me. She screamed with her orgasm, gripping my shoulders tightly with her hands and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

Her pussy gripped around my dick, squeezing like a wet towel would be squeezed of its water. My dick eagerly shot my cum into her, filling her inner pussy white with my seed.

Her body collapsed, and she gasped for breath. I pulled out of her, momentarily watching her vagina quiver without me inside of her before looking up.

I leaned back down and caught her lips in a quick kiss. She returned to her own surprise.

"Welcome to your new life, Jessica. I hope you're ready to make a big family."