DC: I am Dr Doom

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"Venture outside your comfort zone, the rewards are worth it. "

— Rapunzel, [Tangled]

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It takes all of thirty seconds for Marissa's bladder to empty itself, but I guess in her mind hours might have passed. After she is done, I take a piece of toilet paper and gently reach for her pussy. Marissa's leg lock shut with a snap, her eyes looking at me with fear and shame.

As if nothing untoward happened I say, "Now baby, it is not good to not clean up after peeing. Open your legs and let the lord take care of you". I keep cajoling her for a few minutes until again Marissa realizes that I have no intention to let her leave before she obeys me. With lowered head and flaming cheeks, she timidly opens her legs.

I can see tears of shame drop from her eyes, but I ignore it. With words of encouragement, I again reach slowly for her pussy. The closer I get to her genitals, the more Marissa slowly closes her legs, until I stop my hand about seven inches away from her pubes and ask, "Baby"? Marissa understands what I want and slowly opens her legs again. I reach forward gently and wipe her clean. There is nothing sexual in my gesture, only tenderness.

After I am done, I smile at her and help her stand up. I pick her up again and I can see in her eyes that she thinks the ordeal is over, but instead of moving toward the door, I place her on her feet in the shower. She looks at me surprised, a look that turns to pure despair when she sees me remove my shoes and socks, followed by my shirt and pants. She tries to back off, but her legs are still cuffed and the shower's wall is at her back. She starts crying.

"Please, Lord, no. Please…".

I stand in front of her with a gentle smile, dressed only in my underwear. It was good that I wasn't of that age if not it could. It took all of my willpower not to get rock hard.

"It's alright, baby-girl, you can not wash yourself properly with those things on your wrists, and it's been a considerable while since your last bath. So Your Lord will help you. No need to be afraid. Lord loves you. Let the lord take care of you".

I reach with my hand slowly to her head, and for the umpteenth time caress her hair. She is of course still terrified, but when she understands that I am not trying to grab her she stops resisting somewhat.

I pick up a soft sponge and proceed to soap her body slowly and gently. I start from her neck, before slowly moving to her collarbone, then from there to her sternum. The lower I go, the more intense is her trembling. I reach gently with the sponge and touch her breasts and I feel her stiffen.

I ignore it and gently, with circular motions, I lather her tits with soap. I move toward her abdomen, while saying repeatedly "It's ok honey, the lord will take care of you, let your lord wash you". I soap her sides and then move to her thighs, before continuing down her legs and to her calves. As I bypass her genitals, I hear a soft sigh of relief. I finish doing her feet, resulting in me kneeling in front of her, then I say, "Okay honey, now open your legs".

Marissa freezes, she was expecting this, but when I bypassed her pussy on purpose, she hoped that that was it. Now her tiny hope was squashed. She just stands there trembling, her legs closed.

I repeat myself gently,

"Honey, open your legs. I have to wash there too. There is no reason to be shy. I already touched it earlier and it felt good, right"?

The combination of embarrassment from being naked in front of me and my reminder that I made her cum earlier is too much for her to handle. Whimpering a little, she slowly opens her legs.

"Good girl, see? There is nothing to be ashamed of, the Lord wants only to help you. No need to be afraid. The lord loves you. Let the lord take care of you".

As I say so, I gently move the soaped sponge to her pussy and I start rubbing it gently.

Marissa inhales sharply, then lets out a relaxing sigh. She sure has a good pussy, getting horny just by being touched with a sponge. I want to stick my tongue in there and taste it.

I hold back and stand up.

"Now kneel", I say.

Marissa seems unsure, but she kneels in the shower without showing any overt emotions. I guess she never saw a blowjob so she doesn't consider this position worse than me washing her ass, pussy and tits.

Seeing her kneeling in front of me, with her head tilted upward so as to be able to look at me is an incredible turn-on. Without hesitation I move behind her before she has the chance to see my face.

I apply some shampoo to my hands and start washing her hair, of course, always repeating "See honey, The lord loves you. Your lord makes you feel good. Relax and leave everything to your lord. You don't have to think. Your lord knows what's best for you and will tell you what to do. The lord is here. The lord loves you. You are safe with your lord. Your lord takes the pain away. Your lord is here to help you".

With every small victory I achieve, the mantra becomes more convoluted. I am very careful to avoid saying something that is beyond what is already a fact.

Your lord loves you = Check, I love her luscious body and can't wait to taste it.

Your lord makes you feel good = Check, that was a nice masturbation orgasm if I say so.

Relax and leave everything to The lord = Check, no need to resist.

You don't have to think. Your lord knows what's best for you and will tell you what to do. = Check. An over-thinking brain is not needed. You just need to obey me as you will do what I want you to anyway.

The lord is here = Check, in the shower with you ogling your body.

You are safe with The lord = Check, It might hurt, and you might die more than a few times. But nothing big will happen. Probably.

Your lord takes the pain away = Check, with analgesic cream and groping your body. I do cause a lot of pain, but it doesn't matter.

The lord is here to help you = Check. Yup, I carry you to bed, I carry you to the toilet, I wash your body, I wash your hair… and most importantly, I am improving both your physical and mental well-being.

Even if she knows that I am spouting bullshit, it is logical and true bullshit. In theory, this will seep in her subconscious and create a self-affirmation loop, making her more malleable to my suggestions / commands. And if it repeated for long enough she should follow it with smile.

I turn on both taps and fiddle with them to adjust the temperature of the water, I make her stand up again and then I take the showerhead and start to wash the soap off. After I finish, I pick her up and deposit her standing outside of the shower. I take a big soft towel and I start toweling all of her body. She is still scared, but I see hints of relaxation due to the warm shower.

After drying her body, I pick her up and head back to the basement. I lower her gently on the bed on her side and go back up to dry and dress, then I pick up a towel and go downstairs again.

I stop in front of the bed and speak to Marissa.

"Let's dry your hair honey. Get on your knees and turn around. Marissa is flustered, but remembering the position she took while I washed her hair, she complied slowly. I put my knees on the bed and position myself behind her, my knees to her sides. She is now standing between my legs, her ass only inches away from my cock. I wrap her head with the towel and I start to gently dry her hair. The rubbing of the towel on her head has a numbing effect and I can see her visibly relaxing. After about 10 minutes I am done and drop the towel on the floor.

"Honey, after the shower I need to reapply the cream, your butt is still red". Saying so, I twist to the side and pick up the analgesic cream from the bedstand. Marissa is obviously fearful, but has given up on going against me. Good. While kneeling behind her, I start to apply the cream on her ass cheeks with soft movements, while resisting the urge to squeeze her buttcheeks. As always, I keep repeating The lord's mantra while massaging her ass. I keep going for a while even after I am done with the cream. With a grin on my face I decided to play.

"Honey, open your legs a bit".

I don't give any explanations nor say anything more, but now partially conditioned by today's events Marissa obeys my command and spreads her knees by 10 inches or so. I take a fresh blob of cream and slather her ass crack. While I am doing that, I move my knees on top of her calves and I bring my free hand to her front and start massaging her pussy. Marissa gasps and tries to close her legs, but the weight on her calves have immobilized her.

"Relax honey, you are too tense, let The lord make you feel good again".

Saying so, I use my middle finger to trace the dividing line of her pussy folds, before applying a bit of pressure to my finger and starting to caress with the tip the edges of her hole. Marissa is whimpering but she Is not trying to escape anymore. Be it because her legs are immobilized or because she recalls her earlier orgasm, she lets me do as I wish.

I keep edging her pussy for a few minutes until I finally feel her juices on my fingers. While continuing my middle finger's movement I place my thumb on top of the hood of her clitoris and start to rub it. Marissa shivers as if she was zapped, and a soft moan escapes her throat. I keep at it for a few minutes, then I decide that it is time to send her over the edge. With a shit eating grin on my face, the hand that was still massaging her ass moves to her ass crack, and the tip of my cream covered middle finger enters her asshole. Marissa gasps, a whimpered "No…" is barely audible, but she has no way to stop me. I keep teasing her vagina and rubbing her clit while at the same time my middle finger slowly and repeatedly invades her asshole.

Marissa has lost all notion of what's happening to her. At this point I am in her ass up to the second knuckle. Leaning backward until her back is using my chest as support, her eyes closed, biting her lips to restrain her horny moans, her ass starts moving in rhythm with my penetration. I move my mouth close to her ear and whisper,

"Good, baby girl, relax, let The lord make you feel good. You do like when The lord does that, don't you"?

Marissa is too engrossed in her orgasmic crescendo to answer, but there is no need to, it is obvious from her expression. In time she will admit it and her real training will begin. But for now…

I speed up the rubbing of her clit while I push my finger all the way in her asshole while wishering in her ear,

"Cum honey, cum for your lord"!

Marissa's body spasms for a moment, a loud squeak followed by a moan escapes her mouth, while her pussy starts squirting like crazy. My hand gets drenched from her juices and her asshole is tightening around my finger so much that I feel like she will break it.

"Hyaaaa"!

She screams, then she drops on my chest totally spent, panting visibly and covered in sweat. So much for the shower, but it was worth it. I remove my finger from her asshole with a gentle tug. One hand still over her pussy, I place the other around her waist and gently kiss the base of her neck saying,

"Good girl, good baby, you came for your lord. Your lord loves you".

I gently lower her to the bed on her side, then I make a quick trip to the kitchen to bring her the sandwich I prepared earlier and a plastic glass full of juice spiked with sleeping drug she needs sleep a lot, as times she spent looked away in loneliness alone without any sleep now should be enough to give her nightmares.

I helped her sit up and put a pillow under her still red ass before feeding her from my hand.

After all that happened today, Marissa shows no hesitation when told to open her mouth. Bite by bite, she eats the sandwich from my hand, alternating her bites with sips of the fruit juice. When she is done, I sit on the bed with my back to the wall, hug her waist from behind and pull her gently in my arms. I place her head on my chest and tell her to sleep, while I keep petting her hair. To which she doesn't show any reaction, not sure if she doesn't care anymore or she just doesn't know what it is. Gotta love catholic schools.

The drug takes effect and Marissa drops in a deep sleep.

Finally, I was getting late. Finally, time was slipping away. Today is a special day for Mother, so I had to prepare something extraordinary. I can't believe I almost forgot such an important day amidst my plans. Thankfully, I have enough money to buy something and make that special without it looking too expensive. This is Gotham City, and considering the type of people she interacts with for her 'work,' her life could be in danger if given something excessively lavish like gold or diamonds.

While holding her shoulder with a hand

I turn Marissa on her belly so her ass doesn't hurt and again chain her to the foot of the bed. And with a touch, I make sure she remains in sleep and has some not-so-pleasant dreams. And they should remain uninterrupted so I turnd off the Nerve pathways in the brain that prevent muscles from moving are active during normal REM or dreaming sleep, resulting in temporary paralysis of one's body.

But this will be permanent until I remove for now she is just like any person who is in Coma. Afterward I pick up the various stuff I used today and head upstairs

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Today is the second fourth day of Marissa's education.

I wake up at 6 in the morning and head to the kitchen to get some coffee. I check my tablet to see if Marissa has woken up, but she is still sleeping. I do a quick calculation and decide to let her sleep for another two hours.

Given the amounts of sleeping drugs she ingested, if I were to wake her up earlier forcibly, some side effects might occur, like for example temporary memory loss. I see no reason to inflict that to her. Thinking that, I leisurely sit at the kitchen table and read the news on the internet.

Around 9 I left my home heading back to Marissa's place.

At ten o'clock, I walk down to the basement to check on Marissa. She is still sleeping, as always curled in a fetal position while sweating profusely. I sit on the edge of the bed and I caress her hair.

"Marissa, baby, wake up". I say quietly.

My suspicions that she was already awake are confirmed, as I let go of control as she immediately opens her eyes as soon as she gets control of her body and looks at me. I can see the fear in her expression, probably she is wondering what will happen to her today.

"Good morning honey, it's time to wake up. Let me help you to the bathroom".

As I say so, I unlock the chain connecting her ankles to the foot of the bed and pick her up in a princess carry. Marissa remains passive in my arms as I go up the stairs and into the bathroom. As the previous day, I sat her on the toilet. Her ass doesn't seem to hurt as much today, as she gingerly sits on the seat. I caress her hair and say.

"It's okay, honey. You can pee now".

Marissa looks at me before averting her eyes, then she asks me softly.

"Can you please wait outside, Mr."?

Hehe.

"It's alright baby, you can pee. There is no need to be shy in front of The lord. The lord loves you".

Her mumbled response makes me grin inside my head.

"But… I don't need to only pee".

Ooh, she got over number one, but number two is a big no-no in her mind yet.

"Don't worry your pretty head honey. There is no need to be embarrassed, it's a natural process, nothing more". Translation = No way!

I stood there for about 5 minutes, just caressing her hair while smiling without saying a word.

Marissa finally gets it; I am not going to back off on this. Thinking that if she does not do it now, she incurs the risk of excreting involuntarily if she goes through the same treatment as yesterday, and considering the second possibility more humiliating than shitting in front of me, she lowers her head and starts doing her business.

Her cheeks are flushed red almost like a monkey's ass. When a little fart escapes her butt during her "business", she hunches even more, completely humiliated; or so she thought, for as soon as she finishes I have her stand up and she realises in horror that I intend to wipe her butt. Her head starts swinging left and right in a silent no-no-no, but I pay it no mind, as I keep telling her the Lord's mantra while wiping her fore and aft.

After I am done, I pick her up again and she tries to burrow her head on my chest in shame. I bring her back to the basement while thinking about today's schedule.

If I keep going like yesterday, she will be completely useless tomorrow, so I decide to let her be for a few more hours. I put her on the bed and then I tell her to turn around so I can apply some more cream on her butt. She does as instruct, and while she is still fearful, I thought for a moment that I saw a little glint in her eyes.

Guess her body has already associated my massages with her orgasms. My buddy was right, the defenses really drop down fast with this method. I grab the cream jar and massage her ass for a while, until I feel that her breathing has changed a bit. I brush in passing her pussy on purpose and she shivers. Looking at my finger, it is wet. Yup.

Much to her disappointment, I didn't repeat yesterday's "special" massage. Instead I connect the bed chain to her ankles and tell her to keep resting.

I sit back in the kitchen to ponder things through. Marissa is breaking down rapidly but I can't let my guard down. It's too early for such overt changes and no matter what people think, Stockholm syndrome does not work easily in kidnappings, especially if torture is involved.

The fact that Marissa is accepting so much so fast is disturbing especially with her personality and characteristics. I attribute part of it to her sheltered existence, but it leaves me with an unease in my heart. I resolved that after she is fully broken, I will have to test her.

If she fails, she will remain here as my slave forever.

I cannot afford the risk of letting her out and having her blabbing to everyone about my deeds.

My stomach growls and I realize that yesterday I ate only a sandwich all day. I get up and cook a steak. No lunch for Marissa, or she will throw it up later. I guess I will feed her better in the evening. I eat my steak and wash the dishes, and by the time I am finished it is already midday.

Time to start today's task. I think today I will focus on separating her. And perform some precise procedure on her and some special surgical operation and make sure she remains standing all the time as I don't want to leave some permanent marks on those ass cheeks even though I can with a slight touch. Better let her ass cheeks rest a bit.

After all, I intend to use that bouncy ass of her a lot in the future, so why mark it?

I first put everything in the place and head downstairs again.

When Marissa sees me entering the basement with my gloves removed, she starts trembling uncontrollably. The sheer, unadulterated terror in her eyes is all the confirmation I need to know that she has associated my hands with torture of past few days, and that she understands that the same thing will probably happen today. She starts crying, yelling and begging me to let her go, not to hurt her, but I ignore her completely.

I bypass the bed where she is curled in a ball, knees bent in front of her chest hugged by her arms, and walk to the far wall. I take her life-size picture and I position it as yesterday in front of the hoists, move the cart with my tools to the side and check that everything is in order, before turning around and walking toward her.

Her frantic shrieks reverberate in the basement while I reach her and grab her ankles. She tries to fight me off, but it is futile. As with a slight touch her body goes num.

I release the chain binding her to the bed, then hoist her on my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, her head behind my back and my arm behind her thighs. I carry a hardly struggling Marissa to the hoist and set her up on the platform I prepared.

As I let go the control of her body, she tries to bolt, but the ankle cuffs restrain her movements, causing her to fall face first on the floor. I catch her with an arm below the chest just before her face makes contact with the floor, then I grab her hair and pull, forcing her to stand up. I grab her wrists with my other hand before releasing her hair, and with the now free hand connect the cuffs to the chain.

I take the remote from my pocket and retract the chain a bit, forcing her hands above her head, thus limiting her movements. Then I kneel down and connect the ankle cuffs to the floor, before using the remote again to raise the chain more, until she is unable to move at all.

Content with my work, I again remotely turn on all the ceiling lights and turn on the spotlights and cameras. Marissa is still sobbing and shrieking, so I let her be for the moment. Gradually, she stops screaming, now all I can hear is her sobbing. Time to start.

I spent a long time thinking of a way to make her better as I won't be giving her super powers at least not before I am 1000% sure I can control her.

In the end, I only knew how. Did you ever have to perform a dissection in school?

Maybe you had to carve up a fetal pig or slice into a frog while nightmarish visions of Kermit

and a widowed Miss Piggy danced in your head.

Though it's rarely a pleasant experience, unless your tastes are on the morbid side, most biology teachers and Doctors would agree that the best way to learn how something works is to take it apart.

As distasteful as it can be to hold a frog's tiny liver in your hands, it definitely does give you a better sense of the pieces that make up the complete creature.

But what if there was an easier way to look at the individual parts of a living thing?

What if you could take it apart without ever having to prep a scalpel or stain your hands

with the blood of innocent frogs?

Like most of the seemingly impossible things in the world, with lot of experiments on my favourite taste subjects my cockroach legion

Like many seemingly impossible feats, through numerous experiments on my preferred test subjects—the cockroach legion—I with my power stumbled upon something that allows me to do just that.

This discovery sparked a flood of ideas on how to enhance them, and among the most promising is the notion of fusing them with Tardigrades, also known as water bears.

Tardigrades are among the most resilient animals known, with individual species able to survive extreme conditions – such as exposure to extreme temperatures, extreme pressures (both high and low), air deprivation, radiation, dehydration, and starvation – that would quickly kill most other known forms of life. Tardigrades have survived long exposure to outer space.

Same with Deinococcus radiodurans which is a bacterium, an extremophile and one of the most radiation-resistant organisms known. It can survive cold, dehydration, vacuum, and acid, and therefore is known as a polyextremophile. It has been listed as the world's toughest known bacterium in The Guinness Book Of World Records.

Who is similar to Deinococcus which are highly resistant to environmental hazards. They could also survive when their DNA is exposed to high doses of gamma and UV radiation. Whereas other bacteria change their structure in the presence of radiation, such as by forming endospores, Deinococcus tolerate it without changing their cellular form and do not retreat into a hardened structure. Deinococcus bacteria were found to survive for three years in outer space.

This serves as a constant reminder that I have no intention of turning my cockroach legion into "Kryptonian Cockroaches" anytime soon. Such a transformation could upset the delicate ecological balance, particularly with their swift evolution.

Their rapid evolution is a testament to their fleeting lifespans. After my interventions, the cockroaches undergo quick generational improvements. With each passing generation, they refine the enhancements, and within a few days, I'm already witnessing the second generation.

Yesterday, I meticulously fine-tuned every enhancement, anticipating that the third generation would be even more refined. This accelerated evolution is a phenomenon wrapped in uncertainty. Whether it unfolds in one week, two, three, or perhaps even ten, the inherent nature of their evolution intensifies the pace of this metamorphosis. The unpredictable trajectory adds an extra layer of intrigue.

Already equipped to survive in nuclear wastelands, my legion could soon acquire flight capabilities or evolve other powers for survival in hostile environments. The accelerated and unpredictable nature of their evolution makes this experiment both fascinating and potentially perilous for the delicate the whole circle of life.

Indeed, Doom does not engage in actions without meticulous consideration and planning. Every move is a strategic step, carefully calculated to achieve desired outcomes.

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