Project Bambi

Have you ever wondered...

How a super hero can always seem to defeat the villain?

Two years ago...

The villainous Cockblock crashes hard against the ground grunting as she looks up blinded by the brilliance of the sun shinning in behind the heroine Kajira. She stands, hands on her hips and cape flapping in the breeze leaving her just partially enough covered body a symbol of hope in the otherwise dark future Cockblock would have brought.

“It's over, Cockblock. For you...for T.I.T.S. (Terror In Terrible Spaces)...for evil.” Crouching back in the air, Kajira readies herself before dashing down at the villainous aiming both fists for the oversized chest.

Fifteen minutes later...

“Ah...AH!!! M-Mercy! Please!” Kajira begs on her knees trapped inside of some electrical force field. The sparks and streaks of miniature bolts didn't seem to be the problem but rather the heavily vibrating dildos shoved deep inside her pussy and ass. Cockblock looks down at her mildly amused as the collar she had been given by the T.I.T.S. Technical team...was actually working.

“I'm impressed they were able to create such a fun little gadget with heroes like you badgering them constantly.”

“Please! Stop!” Kajira continues to plead dropping her head back as she cums for the...who knows how many times by this point.

“I'm afraid I don't have the remote, dear.” Cockblock teases. “I'll have to take you back to the base.”

Cockblock reaches down for Kajira's lengthy blond hair when her hand gets a shock causing her to step back. The super heroine continues to cry out as the villain sighs rubbing a hand through her thick black hair behind her head.

“Gonna need a transport unit...”

T.I.T.S. Headquarters, hovering far in the rocky mountains...

“P-please...” Kajira begs as she's placed gingerly inside a containment cell. The metal collar still wrapped tightly around her neck and body still electrically charged as the dildos continue to vibrate.

In a small conference room not too far off, Cockblock sits among other members of T.I.T.S. Council. Above them, on a monitor, is the image of Kajira suffering from her cell.

“As you can see,” Cockblock begins as she lounges back in her chair throwing a gloved hand over the empty seat next to her. “R&D actually came through this time. The collar I put around Kajira's neck activated her electrical abilities rendering them beyond her control and continue to power the dildos infused inside of her.”

“You got thossssssse in her then?” Slippery When Wet, a humanoid serpent hybrid hisses from across the table, his tongue flicking out shortly after.

“Before the collar. She was...surprised.” Cockblock muses dancing her one leg off the other.

“Enough pleasantries.” The robotic voice of D.I.C.K. (Devastating Invasive Computing Key) states flailing its many charged tendrils about. “The time for Operation C.L.I.T. (Central Liberation Intelligence Team) is finally upon us.”

“You're ssssseriousss about that?” Slippery When Wet questions.

“Analyzing the data found from Cockblock's captured specimen shows that the operation is ready for deployment.”

Cockblock shrugs her shoulders looking among the other more silent thus far members of the organization. “If D.I.C.K. thinks it's time...we might as well.”

Present day...

A massive explosion encompasses the sky as the people of the city rejoice their hero standing...floating triumphant above them. It was a fierce battle, but Kajira had managed to not only returned following her mysterious and abrupt disappearance, but lured out the mobile base of T.I.T.S. only to destroy it in plain sight of everyone. In her hand she held tightly to Cockblock's cape, the bound up villainous hanging off of it cursing the hero and the civilians before being placed down on the ground as the scantily clad heroine is approached by the city's mayor.

“You saved our fair city, Kajira. Thank you.”

“No need for thanks, madam mayor, I was and always will be happy to be of service.”

“What will you do now?”

“Well, for starters I'll find a good set of bars for this one here.” Kajira says looking down at Cockblock who growls through her teeth. The super heroine only smiles and looks back above the people really putting forth that heroic look. “And then...maybe a nice, long bath.”

She laughs as the civilians join in on the good humored joke. Many of them imagining Kajira's slender form, naked as she steps into the warm, bubble covered water. Even the mayor can't help but find attraction to the idea noticing the teensy bit of a nipple slip from Kajira's star shaped pasty.

“I,” The mayor begins managing to look the hero back in the eyes. “Our fair city thanks you.”

Kajira nods, grabs hold of Cockblock, and flies off leaving one citizen in the far back to bring up the question.

“Don't we have a jail?”

T.I.T.S. second base of operation...

In through a cloaked doorway along the side of Mount Robson, Kajira flies in with Cockbock not being held by her cape, but rather in her arms. The villainous no longer bound up, smiles and even laughs as the heroine enters the villain controlled facility gently landing Cockblock to her feet before awaiting her next instruction.

“To your containment cell, Kajira.” Cockblock orders as Kajira nods and flies off down the hall.

Once at her cell, she steps in where her wrists and ankles are secured into place and dildos push up from the ground entering her orifices. She cries out only shortly as her cell is sealed around her. Cockblock rests a hand on it smirking watching her former adversary suffer in the name of T.I.T.S. As she does, she's approached by a smaller framed woman carrying a thick bullwhip over her shoulders.

“Whip. It's been a while.” Cockblock says addressing her comrade who only sighs watching Kajira suffering her endless fate.

“When the operation was put into effect, the...less than conventional means of control were placed out of commission. I hardly get to play with those I'm partnered with anymore.”

The room is massive, filled with a variety of enclosed body sized tubes filled with heroines suffering as Kajira does before them. There are a few that are empty and along one of the tall walls is an assortment of screens showcasing battles from around the world between hero and villain. Every video feed is watermarked with the heroine's name as the focus primarily appears to be on them. The names of these heroines match those of the empty tubes. Soon, just as Cockblock was brought in by Kajira, another heroine floats down with the villain she had just been combating with earlier. She's commanded to enter her tube and obediently follows her orders stepping inside to go through the same process as her fellow crime fighters.

“Enslave every heroine...stage fights between these slaves and our comrades-in-arms...allow the heroines to win. Repeat.” Cockblock states still amazed by it all herself. “All while building the organization C.L.I.T. to put these heroes together. The operation was a success...the citizens feel protected but we remain in control.”

“Speaking of,” Whip says turning toward the slightly taller woman. “Was your stunt left believable? It was the final tick mark to put us deep into the shadows.”

“It was. Shame to lose such a beautiful base...but with it gone the people will believe those villains out there are nothing more than remnants of a destroyed faction.”

Whip smiles under her three-quarter latex mask turning back to the screens.

“They're even advancing to the next stage.”

“Project Bambi?” Cockblock asks a bit startled looking down at a central containment cell filled with liquid and a human form. “They're...they're actually doing it.”

Whip nods keeping her smirk going. “A plaything for those most loyal to T.I.T.S. An impenetrable yet completely unaware clone. A combination of powers, she'll be enrolled into C.L.I.T.”

“Trained but altered. She won't be fighting for justice...”

“Just the never ending need for humiliation and abuse.” Whip adds laughing as a woman, not unlike a younger Kajira, floats being put through her final stages of preparation.