The Evil Force of Doom (res)

[Trage]

In his Fortress of Domination, the mightly Lord Apocalypt watched the interior of the volcano his base had been built above, stroking his chin beneath his imposing, all concealing green cloak as he considered the last twenty four hours. He had presented his ultimatum to the United League of Nations but twelve hours before, and since then had been preparing him for their ultimate response... and he knew what that response would be. The nations would not use their vast military forces, nor their many long-range ballistic missiles... they wouldn't even rely on their stockpiles of alien technology.

No, he knew they would instead decide to send a scantily clad warrior woman toddling into his Sanctum.

Even now they send their proudest warrior to do battle with me, thinking to protect their pathetic planet from my Ultimate Agenda! They think they have given her the tools with which to defeat me! Fools! They have given her but toys and baubles which will offer her not but the briefest ray of hope against the coming darkness! Fools! They shall see how doomed they are when I present them their broken and used little heroine, turned into nothing but a pitiful wreck by my ministrations! Fools!

And then he enjoyed a good, long belly laugh, shoulders shaking with the hearty joy of it all... considering he had been horribly burned in a freak grease fire accident many years ago, and only regained his looks through an experimental military procedure stolen from alien cyborgs from the future, and perfected by a blind mute scientific prodigy who had been tragically transmutated into a chimpanzee, he found that life had certainly taken a turn for the better in the last six months or so. Stealing the Earth's water and blackmailing its governments for all the riches they could offer probably had something to do with that, but in the end it wasn't the true source of his good humour. No, he was in such an excellent mood because...

"Lord Apocalypt!" One of the villain's many loyal Wrath Soldiers appeared on the front viewscreen, even as screams and minor explosions sounded behind him. "Your expected visitor has arrived through our main hanger bay! She is destroying many of your minions, Great Lord!"

There it was.

"It is no matter!" Apocalypt proclaimed, hands resting on his hips as he turned towards the screen, hands behind his back and chest puffed out. "Her minor victories in reaching my lair will pale in comparison to her utter defeat at my hands! Her day is at an end!"

"So..." the Soldier paused before asking hopefully; "We need not throw ourselves in her way, then?"

"I didn't say that, did I?"

"...yes, Lord Apocalypt."

As the connection was cut, the Dark Lord enjoyed another long laugh, waiting for his newest guest to arrive.

 

[Kichou]

Sierra swung her sword in a huge arc in front of her and sliced another three of the minions that stood before her and then let out a long breath as she tried to catch her breath. Her forehead was coated in a thin film of sweat before she wiped at it with the back of her hand and stood up straight. Her body was extremely well-fit and she seemed muscular, but not overly so to where her body looked grotesque; it was just enough for one to tell that she was quite the force to be reckoned with.

She flipped aside some of her light brown hair that flowed in light waves to just touch her waist. Her bright emerald green eyes scanned the area about her, though she spotted no more of those strange minions that she knew belonged to Apocalypt. She then suddenly threw aside her sword, thinking it would be of no use to her anymore, and instead pulled a long wooden rod off of her back that had a small red orb at the top of it that had moving flames within it.

The staff-looking object was probably about the most cover she had over her body. All she had on was a thin bra that just barely covered her medium-sized C breasts and then a skinny little thong; both were a shiny red color. She had been told 'the less clothing, the better', and so she had been given that to wear.

'Alright Apocalpyt, get ready for your house to be blown down!' she thought to herself with a grin as she spun the staff in her hand and then aimed the orb at the top at the large door that she knew would would lead to the room Apocalypt was said to be located in. The orb glowed before a huge jet of flames sprouted from it and slammed into the doors with a roar. As it hit, it didn't blow the doors off their hinges, but it burned a hold big enough for Sierra to slip through.

She leapt into the next room and looked around with a determined scowl on her face. "Come on, Apocalypt! I'm tired of your games!" she shouted.

 

[Trage]

((Yay Staff of Flames!! xDD ))

He heard her coming a mile away, of course, the shouts, screams and bangs of dead and dying Wrath Soldiers filling the air as his doors began to tremble with the force of the approaching heroine. With the advanced warning, he had plenty of time to prepare himself; suppress any urges to giggle with delight, make certain he had his cloak properly arranged, clear his throat, etc, etc, etc.

So when she came blasting through his door- he had to remember to add the repair cost to the world ransom- Lord Apocalypt was waiting for her, sitting serenely in his Throne of Deterioration.

There were two things she didn't know about him, things that might have caused her to stay as far away as possible; the first was that same experiment which had restored his natural, unscarred appearance had come with a decidedly... unexpected side effect. The process had rendered his cellular structure extremely unstable, capable of rapid mitosis and even structural alteration via mental command... to place it in terms a bikini clad, sword-wielding dunce could understand, he was a shapeshifter. It had been an edge that had allowed him to amass this mighty Empire in the first place, or rather steal it from its former ruler, Duke Destructar. But it was a secret he had kept from the rest of the world, for a simple reason; he wanted this woman here, alone, and with scarsely any allies or defences.

The second, and perhaps most important thing, was exactly what made his Throne so very special. The spine of it was actually composed of a number of tubes, entrances through which he could expand his body and extent a true multitude of his own, um, protrusions. These tubes and pipes ran through the walls and floor of the entire room, invisible behind grey steel, but even as the heroine stepped into the room, his tendrils began to fill each and every crevice, the tips pressing against the nearly unnoticeable circular trapdoors he could open with but a simple voice command.

But he didn't want to do that quite yet. He wanted to savour the moment.

"Ahhh, the vaunted Sierra," Apocalypt greeted, chuckling softly as he eyed her; his position, pressed up to the chair, ensured that nothing appeared to be amiss. "How good of you to make it here. I trust the journey was not too taxing? The Prehistoric Pit? The Ice Brigade's Glacial Gladiators? Did the brief detour to my Moon Base tire you out? I promise I meant to warn you about the explosives planted there... can I offer you a seat? A cool beverage, perhaps?"

 

[Kichou]

Sierra gave a smirk to the man as she stood up straight and tall, trying to make herself look as intimidating as she could despite Apocalypt sitting there on his throne and looking all high and mighty. She just chuckled light-heartedly at his comment and gave an easy shrug.

"I have to admit, Prehistoric Pit was quite a good idea," she told him with a sly smile. "Kudos to you for bringing those bones to life. Quite the tricky things to destroy, too." She gripped her staff a little more tightly, getting ready to attack. "And yes, your Moon Base was...a very interesting adventure." She chuckled and shifted her weight from foot to foot, not removing her eyes from Apocalypt.

"However, I'm afraid I don't have anymore time for chat, nor a drink," she finished with a grin as she aimed the fiery orb at him. "Now, prepare to be defeated!" Flames began to swirl about the orb in preparation for her attack, and Apocalypt would only have a few seconds to try and do something about it.

 

[Trage]

"Unfortunately, those preperations are not mine to make," he replied, still smiling sunnily as his head tilted towards the ceiling, speaking aloud the single command word that would put his plan into action; "Ragnarok."

Instantly, there were numerous clicks and snaps as the circular holes surrounding the heroine popped open, each little thicker than his forearm; what poured from them only swelled, however, as numerous sinewy tendrils seemed to erupt from all directions at once, filling the room. Their color had changed throughout their extention, taking on a shade closer to his 'real' skin color, a dark green, the color he had gained after the procedure; even as she charged her staff for what she thought was the victory blow, one such tentacle wrapped tightly around her wrist, forcing her arm out to one side and sending the resulting fireball soaring harmlessly wide of its target.

Of course, he was hardly done with her, as a second tendril wrapped tightly around her other wrist, forcing both of her arms up and out wide; their strength alone was more than enough to lift her into the air, more ropy strands of tentacles twining around her legs to force her spread-eagle.

"As I was saying," he murmured, "I'm not the one who should have prepared..."

 

[Kichou]

((Sorry it took me so long to reply back to you! ): ))

Sierra let out a surprised yelp as her attack went way off-course and stared in shock at the tentacle that had wrapped itself around her wrist. She automatically tried to grab the staff with her other hand so that she could use its power to burn the tentacle, but that wrist was also grabbed by another tentacle and pulled the other way. She scowled and tried to resist them, though that soon proved to be futile as she was pulled up into the air. She felt more tentacles hold open her legs and fixed a deathly glare on Apocalypt.

"You bastard!" she shouted at him before yelping as the tentacle that held her wrist attatched to the hand that held the staff suddenly tightened so much that it caused her to open her hand. The staff fell down to the ground with a clatter and she was then completely defenseless against the evil man before him.

 

[Trage]

((Forgiveness is dependant on receiving a cookie. >> ))

"Blame not me, I am not the one who chose to make you a pawn in the first place. Unfortunately you are now my pawn far more than theirs," he continued, and even as he shifted ever so slightly on the chair, the tentacles unoccupied with restraining her began to drift closer, writhing and squirming as if the very sight of her nubile body was enough to excite them. And, actually, it was, as Apocalypt had been nursing fantasies of this very moment for some time... to finally have her in the flesh was more fulfilling than he could put to words. "They needed their heroine to come and save the day from the evil mastermind... I need their heroine to be utterly broken, to show all the world that they stand no chance." His lips curved ever so slightly as he added in a near whisper; "Enjoy yourself."

Those two words seemed to spark a fury of motion as his tentacles all but flooded her body, twining and rubbing all across her bared skin, as if getting a sense of her very shape. Her clothing didn't last long before their frantic gyrations, and soon her skimpy top fell to the ground, in shreds; two tentacles wrapped tightly around the curves of her breasts, brushing and rubbing her nipples as the length of another, thicker one pressed right between her legs, stroking her sex through her bottoms.

 

[Kichou]

((*Gives three cookies* :c

But now I'm going to bed; I'm wickedly tired... xD; Good night and see you tomorrow~ ))

Sierra only managed a glare at him, unable to get words to form from her twisted tongue. She glanced warily at the tentacles drifting nearer just before they came at her and she gave a surprised yelp, having not really expected their movement to be so rapid. Something about them, however, caused her to let a moan escape her lips but she cut it off short. How could she possibly feel pleasure from her enemy? Well, whether it was him or some pet she couldn't tell, but she had a feeling that these tentacles were definately his.

She really couldn't help it when the tentacles touched her breasts after her top was removed and she let out another betraying moan. Her nipples began to harden at the touch of them and her breathing was beginning to turn a bit more heavy before she felt the other one pressing between her legs. She widened her eyes and tried struggling again, unable to say anything since her words kept getting caught in her throat.

 

[Trage]

Two of the tendrils began to narrow and thin out before her very eyes, turning into the smallest of ropy strands just small enough to wrap around her hard little nipples, twisting and shifting to stimulate the nubs even as Apocalypt shifted restlessly on his throne. He could feel everything through those tendrils, every glorious brush and texture, and before long the excitement overcame him. Climbing to his feet, Apocalypt began to approach the trapped heroine slowly, revealing the truth of his nature; on his back, his supposed cloak seemed to melt and mold, forming a myriad of smaller tentacles that continued to extend into the throne... even though he no longer needed the element of surprise, he found the pipes convenient enough.

"So now you see the truth," he murmured, looking up at her with a smirk, reaching out to slide a hand slowly up her inner thigh. "I am far greater, far more, than you could ever hope to become. Arriving here was your greatest mistake, wench, and by the time I am finished with you, you shall be begging me to... well... why spoil the surprise?" A grin crossed his face, and then his mouth slowly opened, tongue extending... normally at first, but then it only grew longer and longer, reaching up to run a slow, steady lick from the waistband of her bottoms, up her stomach, and between her heaving breasts. A sudden snap retracted the tongue, a slight shiver crossing his body as he chuckled; "Delicious."

The tentacles went back to work, then, hooking in the bottoms of her 'uniform' and tugging it off her legs, leaving it to bundle up around her ankles as she was still being held secure. Even as he willed his tendrils to spread her legs wider, a third pressed in against her warm slit, the tip soon breaking up into dozens of smaller 'feelers' that began to stroke, spin and worm their way across her tight little sex, stimulating her clit and lips even as a fourth began to stroke between her buttocks... in essence, he was preparing her.