Title: Loyalty Ray
Author: Dominic H. Hugh
Chapter 15 : Loves by Design
I stride into the lair’s lab, the hum of machinery playing the soundtrack to my unexpected visit. Dr. Mind is there, of course, hunched over a workbench cluttered with tools and components. He’s piecing together some small device, no doubt for Mark.
He looks up as I enter, his eyes lighting up with that unholy mix of gentlemanly charm and supervillain cunning. “Ah, Miss Vixen, to what do I owe the pleasure? Has our illustrious leader sent you to check on my progress with dear Mystique Mirage?”
I nod, though it’s not entirely true. Mark didn’t send me, but the curiosity’s been eating at me. “Yeah, something like that. How’s it coming along?”
Dr. Mind sighs, setting down his tools with a clink. “Unfortunately, the French beauty’s grey matter has been scrambled beyond my current means of repair. However, I believe I may have an idea that could render her... serviceable for our needs.” His eyes glint with something that’s not quite hope, but maybe the next best thing.
I lean against a nearby table, only half-listening as I watch his hands deftly resume work on the device. “And what’s that you’re fiddling with?” I ask, nodding toward the gadget.
He holds it up, a small thing that could pass for an innocent remote. “A miniature ray gun,” he explains, “disguised as a garage door opener. Mark wishes to have something less conspicuous, easily carried.”
“Smart,” I mutter, though I can’t muster much enthusiasm. My mind’s churning with a heavier question. “Speaking of brains, how far does your knowledge about them go?”
Dr. Mind launches into a self-congratulatory rant about his unparalleled genius and unmatched understanding of the human psyche. I let him go on for a bit before I slice right through his monologue. “Can you make someone fall in love?”
He chuckles at that, giving me a look that’s all too teasing. “My dear, I didn’t take you for the romantic type.”
I roll my eyes, but there’s a knot in my stomach as I confess, “It’s not for me. Mark... he wants me to fall in love with him.”
Dr. Mind’s amusement fades, replaced by a more serious, calculating expression. “Love has never been my priority. Control, yes. Love, no. But for Mark...” He taps his chin thoughtfully. “Perhaps there’s a way to align your mind and heart in his direction.”
I find myself strangely excited at the prospect of loving Mark, the way my body tingles at the thought confirming the ray’s influence is strong. It’d make serving him easier, not that I’m struggling—the ray sees to that, keeping us all content in our servitude. Dr. Mind’s gaze is distant as he contemplates the challenge I’ve laid before him.
After a moment, he assures me he’ll dedicate time to my ‘little love problem’ once he’s done with his current project and Mystique Mirage’s fix. I’m about to leave, my mind racing with possibilities, when I remember something crucial.
“Wait, there’s more,” I say, turning back to him. “Mark wants me to desire him, sexually. And you know I’m all about the ladies.”
Dr. Mind laughs, a sound that’s a bit too knowing. “Love is complex, but lust? That’s simple to induce.”
My brows shoot up, surprised at his confidence. “Look, I wanna get hot for Mark, but I don’t wanna stop wanting women.”
He waves a hand dismissively. “Bisexuality is far easier to craft than flipping your sexual orientation. Besides, I suspect Mark would prefer you enjoy both. He does enjoy his… variety,” he chuckles.
I can’t help but crack a smirk, sensing a hint of something from Dr. Mind—not quite jealousy, but a desire, an envy of Mark’s position. I remember not so long ago when Dr. Mind had me under his control, right before Mark intervened, and I had the old villain’s dick in my mouth. “Maybe if you play your cards right, Mark might let you in on the fun,” I joke, then pause, realizing I might’ve just offered myself up on a silver platter.
The thought should repulse me, but instead, there’s a calm acceptance. If Mark commands it, I’d fuck Dr. Mind to please him, and that’s all there is to it.
Dr. Mind chuckles, clearly mulling over the tantalizing thought. “Do you truly believe that?” he questions, his curiosity piqued by the offer.
I nod, firm in my conviction. “Yeah, I do,” I assert, though part of me is relieved when he brushes it off, dedicated to what Mark wants above all else. “I would surely enjoy it,” Dr. Mind admits, “but only if I am confident that it aligns with Mark’s desires.”
With that, I excuse myself, my mind swirling with the complexities of my current situation. Ascending from the depths of the lab to the private quarters of my lair, I find Mark there, looking every bit the nerdy overlord in his big glasses.
“Where have you been?” he asks, his tone casual yet expectant. “Ready for today’s plans?”
He doesn’t need to say more. I know what he wants: Amber, the perfect girlfriend persona I’ve crafted for him. His parents still believe she’s real, and we’ve got a fancy dinner to attend—a weird double date with them.
Excitement bubbles within me at the thought of pleasing him, and without a word, I let my form shift. I’m suddenly shorter, my hair a vibrant red and cropped, my skin dotted with freckles, and my tits large, natural, and tempting. I’m Amber, innocent yet stunning, and the transformation sends a thrill through me.
Mark steps closer, his lips meeting my forehead in a tender kiss. “Perfect,” he murmurs with a satisfied smile. Hooking his arm with mine, we head out, ready to maintain the illusion of a perfect couple for one more night.