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“This isn't a joke, Makoto. Akane Owari is dead, and the killer is in this complex. I'm not sleeping until I find them.”
Kyoko's words split the air like a guillotine, cleaving Makoto's idealism from the cruel reality she inhabited. From a thousand miles away, her sharp violet glare pierced the boy's delicate heart.
But Makoto didn't back down. She would never have loved him otherwise.
“... And I know you can do it, Kyoko! But you won't achieve anything if you work yourself ragged. You can take a break for a few hours and--”
“I just took an enormous break, Makoto,” Kyoko scowled, brushing aside her lavender braid. “You were there. We had the time of our lives. Now, I need to do my duty and protect our future. No matter what it takes.”
Kyoko's computer split-screened her video call with a slideshow from her honeymoon: a trip to the Oasis of Hope, where the sky was still more purplish than reddish, and and brain-eating jellyfish only occasionally roamed the mostly-mercury-free waters. In the first picture, she was dressed in a tight purple competition swimsuit; it covered plenty of skin, but the wet material tightly hugged her toned stomach and pressed together her full, perky breasts – not to mention how her long, pale, statuesque legs were left completely bare. She flashed a peace sign with one gloved hand and held an ice cream cone in the other, a rare and precious smile on her face. A small trail of melting mint chocolate leaked dangerously close to her fingers.
“And I didn't marry you just to watch you burn out!” Makoto protested, his brown ahoge alight with determination. “The killer wants you to get frustrated. You'll never outsmart him if you lose your cool.”
Ka-thump! Ka-bump!
A wet plastic clattering scattered Kyoko's thoughts. It was that useless middle-aged janitor again, bumbling his way through her office. Wasn't he supposed to an Ultimate?! That clumsy thunking was the most annoying sound on earth!
“That's the thing, Makoto. I should have outsmarted them already. It's just... ugh...” Pressing her gloved fingers to her forehead, Kyoko aggressively massaged her temples. “This is all supposed to be obvious. I should understand everything in the blink of an eye.” It was the most infuriating feeling imaginable! Kyoko knew that this was all beneath her – how that cabbie-cap-wearing pretender could have solved this in seconds – but the answer just wouldn't come to her!
“I promise, Kyoko, it'll be okay! This isn't all up to you,” Makoto said. “Just relax tonight. You'll figure it all out tomorrow.”
Kyoko released a deep, harsh sigh. Makoto was wrong. But, at the same time... she couldn't offer a better explanation for this mental block. Between his hope and her incompetence, she chose his hope.
“... I give up. You're right. I promise, I'll leave this whole problem alone tonight,” Kyoko lied.
“I'll talk to you soon,” he promised.
“I'll talk to you tomorrow, Makoto.” Kyoko touched the red phone-facing-down button on her console, and Makoto's image vanished. That vacation slideshow was still running. Now, Kyoko saw herself at sunset, stretched out on a beach towel with a shy, sultry blush. A black two-piece covered scarcely half of her bust as she subtly pushed it outward, the hard peaks of her nipples barely showing beneath the fabric. Her bare legs and feet, dotted with small clumps of dark sand, nervously bunched up the towel beneath her.
Kyoko's heart thumped at the sight, her white dress shirt suddenly feeling a full button too tight. After he took that picture, Makoto had carried her back to their bungalow, torn off that swimsuit, and--
“Pardon me, Miss Detective~!”
A half-noticed presence suddenly launched out from the background. It was... that janitor! The one who always showed up at the worst possible time! His powerful hands clamped around Kyoko's body – one around her firm, slender waist, and the other over her mouth, holding a mysterious rag.
“Gh--!” Instinctively, Kyoko inhaled. It was the worst decision of her life. “Nnnn-!!”
The instant the harsh scent invaded her nose, Kyoko realized her mistake. The rag was soaked with all manner of sinister chemicals – thought-blanking, despair-inducing, muscle-melting, you name it. The whole cocktail suplexed her brain, rolling her eyes straight upwards while her arms and legs fell slack. “MMMGH---!!”
“Haha... things got hot and heavy out there, huh? As much as they can with a wuss like him, I mean,” the man said. He was taller than Kyoko, vaguely tanned, and surprisingly muscular. His black hair was styled in an edgy sort of bowl cut, with a few messy locks longer than the rest and dyed a bright red.
No retort came to mind. Kyoko couldn't believe it; the gorgeous Ultimate Detective, always awash with groundbreaking thoughts, couldn't string two words together! Every attempt she made simply vanished into a sinister chemical mist. Nothing intruded on her senses except for the man's sneering words.
“Really, I thought you'd dropkick me the second I stumbled in! You've gotten really stupid, if you couldn't tell I was suspicious. But that's fine. You'll end up much, much dumber by the time I'm through with you.” His first hand slowly shifted upward – right to Kyoko's chest. A harsh tug ripped her dress shirt in half, freeing both of her firm, perky, hand-filling tits! He didn't waste any time yanking one free from her plain white bra. “Did you really take me at my word? That I'm the Ultimate Interior Decorator, only fit to haul furniture and scrub the floors?” He roughly squeezed Kyoko's breast, giving her tender nipple a harsh, commanding pinch. “Heh, not at all.”
Everything was starting to tingle. It was like Kyoko had sat on every one of her limbs for hours. She couldn't control a single muscle. Everything was going limp – powerless – useless. Her whole body... was at his mercy.
“Gh! Nngh.. k... kh... hnnngh...!”
“Let me introduce myself. I'm Senno Yaro, from Class 60,” the man said. His groping slowed down a bit, but he kept squeezing Kyoko's breasts as viciously as ever – like he wanted to seize every ounce of their pale, pliant mass for himself. “As for my real talent... those Academy eggheads called me the Ultimate Equalizer. The most dangerous Ultimate alive, anathema to their entire vision. Too dangerous to terminate, but too valuable to ignore. Lucky thing they let me clean the girl's dorms – no, no, wait. Lucky thing Junko killed them all before they could squeal!”
The 'Ultimate Equalizer'... suddenly, the resin-smeared gears of Kyoko's mind clunked. “Mh-!”
“Finally rubbed two brain cells together, huh? I'll explain it anyway. My Ultimate Talent... is that I negate other people's talents. Without me knocking around behind you, you would have solved Akane's murder in your sleep. But you didn't. You were just dead weight, making your boyfriend worry himself sick. Heh, I doubt he'll sleep a wink tonight, thinking you're banging your head against a wall out here,” Senno said. He'd started pressing and grinding his hips against Kyoko's ass, well-supported and outlined in her black pencil skirt. Even with her sense of touch dissolving, she could still feel a sickening hardness rubbing over her while he pinched and tugged her aching nipples. He brought his head in closer, whispering right into her ear.
“I can't wait for him to see what I'll do you.”
A wicked smile split Senno's lips, one that Junko would have envied. But then, he suddenly straightened up and furrowed his brow. “Though, I do like to think I can arrange a mean vase. Don't those azaleas really tie your office together?”
...
“Meh.” Kyoko shrugged.
“Ugh, everyone's a critic.” Senno redoubled the pressure of his drug-soaked cloth, practically cramming it up Kyoko's nostrils. Her slow descent from consciousness became a precipitous fall! The only things she perceived were Senno's rough, brutish hands assaulting her tits... and that disgusting rock-hard bulge in his pants, grinding deeper and deeper into her ass.
The Future Foundation was lousy with basements. Secret chambers, sub-sub-levels, dumbwaiters, smartwaiters, revolving bookcases, the legendary Bouillabaisse Pool... nobody knew the full layout of the vast complex, and nobody had time to explore the place. Certainly, nobody would think to touch the third brick from the top-right in the double-secret semichamber behind the coatroom of the third basement's anterior mini-annex... but that's precisely where Senno carried the Ultimate Detective – now stripped completely naked. The brick turned around to reveal a concealed microphone; Senno stood up on his tiptoes to address it.
“Ahem... MY NAME IS SENNO YARO! OPEN THE DOOR TO MY SECRET EVIL LAIR, OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL STUFF YOUR PROGRAM INTO A FLESHLIGHT AND FUCK YOU STUPID!!”
“… Ding! Password accepted~!” a saccharine voice chirped with manic intensity. “Great job nabbing that slut, Master! You're sooo cool~”
The secret door opened with a barely-satisfying hiss. Rolling his eyes, Senno tromped through the threshold.
In contrast to the empire of cobwebs that preceded it, this office-sized room was spotless and running at peak capacity – as if the Ultimate Housekeeper herself had just cleaned it. The floors, walls, and ceiling were all made of polished black marble, the lighting a suitably spooky red. There was also a tasteful low couch and coffee table, decorated with a bonsai pine and some astutely-placed magazines: OC Baddies Quarterly, Sluts Illustrated, and the illustrious Kidnapper's Digest. An ominous, wide-open vertical chamber dominated the space, with thick power cables snaking their way to every electrical socket in sight.
Senno walked straight to the capsule and deposited Kyoko's nude body within it. Even her custom gloves were gone, incinerated with the rest of her suit on the way over. An ominous black-white light flooded the chamber, and a weak gravity field tugged her unconscious body perfectly upright – with the added bonus of pulling her wonderfully-perky tits straight away from her torso.
“New slave-in-training detected. Fasten the uplinks securely,” a new voice ordered. Its words were harsh, but they were spoken in feminine supplication – and with a twisted sense of anticipation.
“I'd do it myself, but I'm just a useless AI whose real self died like a bitch~” the first voice added.
Senno nodded. “Dumb slut didn't know the first thing about despair. Letting some wimpy hero kill her? Weak shit. Spending the rest of her life as my mind-locked fucktoy, now that would've gotten her going.”
A set of heavy shackles hovered near Kyoko's limbs, held aloft by the antigravity. Senno slowly clamped them shut around the woman's slender wrists and ankles, fiddling with a few ratchets to get them perfectly flush with her skin. The final restraint was a heavy steel collar, two inches tall and only half as thick. The clank as it clamped the woman's delicate neck was the most sonorous of all. The chains pulled taut, anchoring Kyoko to the floor with her toes just above the capsule's bottom. Between their tight grip and the gravity well pulling upwards, she was perfectly rigid and perfectly presented. Not only did her tits float weightlessly right before his eyes, earning a couple of quick deep squeezes, but her legs were spread just enough to expose a few of her pussy's bright-pink folds. As expected, her clitoris was small and delicate, her labia thin and neat.
“Ohh, I've pictured this while furiously jacking off – no, no, wait. I've dreamed of this for years now.”
The cuffs and chains were just the beginning. Now, Senno stuck a few wired sensor pads to Kyoko's breasts, ass, and thighs, and then unfolded a small appendage from the rear of the capsule. It was sort of like a bicycle seat, except with two identical dildos – both long, thick, and visibly curved – in place of a cushion. Both were pre-lubed and glistening with malicious intent, mounted on high-spec pistons. He slowly extended the metallic arm, aligned the two walnut-thick tips with Kyoko's pussy and asshole, and then pushed them straight upwards.
“...!!”
Even unconscious, Kyoko still shuddered at that intense penetration. Her stern mouth parted slightly, releasing a faint whisper of a gasp while her eyelids fluttered. The twin shafts slowly eased into her defenseless holes, sending faint ripples out through her limbs as her womb reflexively clenched… and judging by the resistance he felt, Senno was certain that she'd never taken anything so big before. Her stomach even bulged the slightest, lewdest bit as he stuffed in the final few inches of cock. A perfect fit, if ever he saw one.
“Subject's compatibility with your glorious manhood... six million percent,” the calm voice said.
“Oh my gawd, Master, please don't tell me you programmed her to say 'manhood.' That's Geocities shit!”
“Actually, Master wanted me to say 'pri-'”
“AUGH!”
Fastening a few straps around Kyoko's hips, Senno sealed the dildos into place. Next, he unhooked a sort of facemask from the capsule's ceiling – one with a third dido on its inside that matched the other two! He clutched Kyoko's stately jaw in one hand, forcing her mouth open, and crammed the shaft straight down her throat.
“... ng... gg...!”
Even that didn't spark more than a couple of tremors from the helpless woman. A channel through the dildo allowed her to breathe, with a tube extending from the mask to a special external tank. Senno strapped the mask tight over Kyoko's face, and then fitted her with the final piece of equipment: a gleaming black-and-white helmet with a transparent visor, bearing a familiar crimson mark on one side.
“There we go. Seal it up!” After giving Kyoko's nipples one last flick and smacking her ass, Senno stepped back and dusted off his hands.
Hisss... ka-clunk!
“Fucktoy secured! Leeeet's get ready to brainwash!!”
A sinister humming buzzed through the capsule. The helmet began to blink with various lights.
“Scanning subconscious. Identifying weaknesses. Tuning despair vectors...”
“Oh, oh, and releasing aphrodisiac slime!”
Vnnnnnggg....
Over the course of several toe-tapping minutes, Kyoko's chamber filled with a thick, transparent, blood-pink liquid. As it slowly engulfed her body, a faint tingling spread through her nerves... enough to stir her awake, right as Senno's hand hovered over a big black-and-white button.
“... Mgh?”
“Wow, you woke up!” Senno raised his eyebrows and nodded, impressed. “That's my iron-willed Ultimate Detective! Iron-willed for now.”
Kyoko's body was still heavy, but her mind sprinted forward in a blind, helpless panic. Bizarre, horrific sensations assaulted her on all sides – especially in her throat and between her legs!
“Mmmgh!!” Kyoko flexed her limbs, trying to bang on the glass, but the shackles and grav-field handily restrained her – and the chloroform still ran strong through her veins. She could only float there, exposed and skewered and helpless before her captor.
“Great timing, too. I was worried I wouldn't get to finish explaining my evil plan.” Stepping closer, Senno tapped the tube's thick glass. “You know what this is, right?”
Kyoko would have been hard-pressed to name the square root of one in her state. Not only was Senno still nullifying her talent, but the thick slime filling the capsule made her nude body seethe all over. Not to mention, those three dildos were grinding fiercely into her holes – all so long and burly! They bullied every fold in her pussy, stretched her asshole into a custom-fitted cocksleeve, and punched down into her stomach...!
But even so, some dutiful scrap of her mind still analyzed its surroundings. The dimensions of the chamber did strike her as familiar... Of course. She'd entered a capsule like this one during her rescue mission on Jabberwock Island. It was heavily modified, obviously, but this was...!
“Oho, there's that famous intuition at work! Yep, it's a prototype from the Neo World Program. I just tweaked it a little, with some help from a certain someone. It'll send you to a world of pure despair... and you'll leave it as my brainless, obedient sex slave. Just like I've always wanted!” Senno swept his arms out dramatically, spinning up a maniacal laugh, only to yank them back towards his chin. “No, no, wait. Just like you've always deserved.”
Kyoko shot the man a withering glare, but her fury only strengthened his erection. The shape and size of his bulge bore a striking resemblance to the shafts plugging her ass, pussy, and mouth... “Nng'hk!” She shook her head and retched. The dildo in her throat didn't budge.
“Honestly, you Ultimates all disgust me. You just happen to be better than everyone else at one stupid little thing, and you think it lets you rule the world. This Future Foundation's a whole menagerie of freaks. The Ultimate Wrestler – a man who wears a mask and hits people – is the entire world's Interior Minister!”
“Ooh, Master be spittin'!”
“But that Makoto, he's the worst of all. You'd think a no-talent kid like him would show a bit of humility – know not to horn in on my woman. But you went and humored his milquetoast ass! You let him stuff his pipe-cleaner dicklet up your precious Ultimate Cunt! Unforgivable.”
“H-hhh...!”
Senno stepped closer, panting furiously, pressing his face against the glass. “Listen, I know I'm trash. I'm absolutely a detestable freak. I don't imagine for a second that I deserve more. It's just that you deserve less. I'm bringing you down to my filthy level, you self-important bitch.”
With those parting words, the bad guy smacked the button.
“!!!”
Kyoko's visor turned opaque. She half-gurgled a final noise of defiance, then went totally limp. As strange lights danced within the helmet, the Ultimate Detective floated silently, shuddering in full-body arousal.