Chapter 13
The three accomplices reviewed the heist plan, ticking off its stages on their fingers as they spoke out their assignments.
“I take out the camera over the side delivery door of the museum. Then I either pick or blow the lock. Once done, you,” the elderly Guilford declared, nodding at Minh, “and Rick and the blonde bitch enter the museum and I retreat to the van to direct the assault via comms.”
“I don’t get why we don’t just have Invisible Woman force the lock with her powers. It’d be quicker,” Rick wondered aloud.
“She will have limited functionality in terms of her willpower and intelligence according to Dante. He suggests we keep her focused on the simple tasks he’ll have trained her for,” Minh sighed. “We’ve been over this.”
“You don’t think I can handle a simple lock?” Guilford glared at Rick.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Guilly. I’m just trying to offer up alternatives.”
“You know I hate that name!”
“Grow up! Both of you,” Madame Minh snapped, her eyebrows crunching low. “We’ve established the plan already and have gone over it. This is just a conclusive verbal run-through. Unless there’s a serious problem we’ve overlooked, just tell me what your assignment is.”
Both men frowned but nodded. Minh was the boss and the one paying the bills. Not wanting to anger her or lose their payday, both men quieted their bickering and all three continued ticking off their specific roles in the museum theft.
Sue’s nipples were tingling with surprising pleasure. The buzzing hum created by the battery-powered nipple clips that Dante Allamordo had initiated were stiffening up the pink buds within the corset’s bra to a highly distracting state. The blonde arched her neck back, looked up at the ceiling and blew out a long breath, willing herself to calm her body down as much as possible. Her leather Humiliation Hood was stifling and Sue could feel the sweat from her forehead and temples dampening the hood while warm drips ran down her neck and drained into her corset.
“Drop jaw!” Dante’s command filled the air but Sue resisted.
And then the corset started up and Sue felt her breasts automatically fondled by the garment, their soft curves shifted and held, released and gripped. It went on for several minutes in tandem with the buzzing nipple clips and Sue began to pant lightly. The sequence of pleasurable patterns was too complex for the exasperated woman to try to predict and she felt herself getting excited despite the overtly mechanical nature of the device.
Or maybe it was BECAUSE of the underlying mechanics that she was finding herself more and more aroused. She realized that there was no human issue about getting tired involved here. The garment would squeeze and release, shift and play, jiggle and buzz around and through her breasts with inhuman continuity. The very thought of that was bringing Sue to the edge of an orgasm she wasn’t expecting.
“Drop jaw!” Dante repeated, a bit quieter now. Sue refused
And then Dante increased the vibration of the nipple clips based on the increasing rate of Sue’s panting, the helpless heroine went over, her body quivering in place, her knees shaking, her cum spurting into her crotch with shocking uncontrolled pulsing as her hips rocked in helpless jerking spasms.
“Drop jaw or I institute horrific pain sequence!”
Sue dropped her jaw open. Her glazed eyes through the hood shamed and lowered.
“Excellent, Subject Sue. Here is your complete reward,” Dante nodded affirmatively at his trainee’s progress.
The pleased scientist worked the remote and the remote worked the Iron Corset and Sue climaxed again, hard and long. Her head nodded, her voice whimpered, her body slackened in her cuffs. Her crotch dripped as Sue’s brain took several minutes off.