So I don't know if it's true of all evil scientists, but Dr. Sykora, at least, had a nemesis. Jaime MacDuff was the twenty-something leader of a commando team that sometimes came in and messed up the doctor's operations. Nothing lasting ever really came from it: They'd destroy his machines, he'd launch missiles at their base. Commandos and henchmen ended up in the hospital. Sometimes the doctor or MacDuff would capture the other for a time, but they always ended up free a little while later. Dr. Sykora said that he didn't kill Jaime out of professional courtesy. He attributed his own continuing freedom to good lawyers and governmental incompetence.
Elyssa was twelve or so when Jaime first started showing up. He was always gallant toward her, and made sure his men treated her well; he knew that she was innocent of her father's wrong-doings. That kind of treatment, combined with his blindingly white smile, inverted triangle body, and fine brown hair left Elyssa swooning every time she saw him. The symbolic rebellion against dad didn't hurt either. Throughout her teen years, Elyssa probably masturbated more to fantasies of him than all other men combined. As she grew older she began to flirt with him, and he responded as much as he could. But her loyalty to her father and his professionalism kept things from going any further than kind words, smiles, and winks. Still, the attraction between them was obvious for all to see.
One day when Elyssa was about seventeen, as she was about to head out and meet some friends, Dr. Sykora asked her to join him in one of his "meeting rooms". Upon entering, she found Jaime MacDuff chained to the wall, sporting a tent pole underneath his tactical pants.
"Sweetie, you remember my associate, Mr. MacDuff, don't you?" Dr. Sykora asked. "Jaime, you remember my daughter Elyssa?"
"Hey," Elyssa directed at Jaime, unsure what her father's scheme was.
"Miss Sykora," Jaime said with a nod. He had a pained look on his face, but was trying to remain cordial.
"Have a seat. Here, let me take your jacket - it's too warm in hear to wear something so heavy!" Dr. Sykora said. Elyssa played along as he helped her out of her motorcycle jacket, revealing bare, fit shoulders supporting a tight pale blue tank-top that ended just above her bellybutton. The straps of a tan bra peaked out, barely, underneath. Elyssa waited to hear more about her father's game.
Dr. Sykora went on with his weird leading questions. "You two should talk - I bet you have a lot in common these days. She's not the little girl she was when you first started busting down my door, you know! She's grown up! She's almost a legal adult now."
Jaime's face was sweating and his teeth were clenched, but he remained silent. Elyssa noticed subtle shifts in his crotch sometimes, as his dick struggled to be free.
Dr. Sykora continued. "Let me get you started. Jaime, what do you think of Elyssa's outfit? Isn't she pretty? Of course, as a father, I worry that she might be dressed too provocatively: too much skin, too little fabric, and far too tight. I wonder if teen-aged girls understand what kinds of thoughts they put in men's minds with such clothing. Do you think you could help me explain it to her, Jaime?"
"Dad!" Elyssa twisted abruptly to face her father, her sizable tits bouncing slightly from the maneuver. Jaime lost his composure and groaned. "Okay, what's going on here?" Elyssa insisted.
"Your father is torturing me," Jaime said. "He gave me something to amplify my libido. He's taunting me with your..." He closed his eyes and groaned again.
Dr. Sykora finished the explanation. "You're helping me give Jaime here the world's worst case of blue balls. Maybe even crippling! Isn't that fun? It's like take your daughter to work day!"
Elyssa huffed at being used. She stood and confronted her father: "So what's to stop me from blowing him right now and switching this from his worst day ever to his best?"
Jaime responded before Elyssa's father could. "I'm afraid I can't allow you to do that, ma'am." His voice was quiet and even, even through his anguish.
"Why? Because of your code? You'd rather endure torture than besmirch your honor by letting a pretty girl who likes you relieve your artificially-created lust? And you..." she said, turning back toward her father. "You create a Jekyll and Hyde potential rape monster and then dangle your own daughter in front of him to see what happens? You two need couples counseling!"
Elyssa threw her jacket over her shoulder and walked out. Jaime cried as he watched her ass sway as she left. Dr. Sykora smiled wryly. "Women - am I right?"
Shortly after that, Jaime left the commando team. Years passed before he and Elyssa saw each other again. It was at Oxford - she was taking some graduate classes, and he was teaching a course on kidnapping prevention. The years hadn't blunted their attraction to each other. At the pub they re-learned everything they admired and enjoyed about each other. After a couple of beers they ended up back at his flat.
In his living room, for the first time, Elyssa touched Jaime the way she'd always wanted to. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her cheek nuzzled his chest, and for a brief moment she wasn't the confident lover she that had been for years, but rather, the uncertain girl dreaming of her first touch with the most perfect man in the world. That feeling soon passed, though. Elyssa hastily removed his shirt and undershirt, and ran her fingers down his chest like a six-figure-a-night call girl.
Jaime moved around behind her and kissed her neck as his hands roamed around her front. Soon, her bra was unclasped, her jeans were bunched up at her knees, and Jaime's hands were teasing the waistband of her Harley Davidson panties.
"God, your breasts are even better than I imagined," Jaime said as he kneaded her flawless round tits under her shirt. "And I imagined them a lot," he added. "Being around you always put my ethics to the test."
Elyssa didn't say anything. She just reached behind her and unfastened Jamie's pants, freeing his python from its cage, while enjoying his caresses.
The two separated enough to remove the rest of their clothes. Then again their bodies were pressed together, standing in the middle of the room. Elyssa wrapped one leg around Jaime's waist, and stood on the toes of the other. Jaime grabber her ass and supported her as their bodies negotiated their congress. Somehow, his cock found her cunt and slipped in. Both lovers groaned.
Elyssa teasingly bit Jaime's lip and clawed at his back, before leaving the ground and wrapping her other leg around him. Her legs flexed in time with his lifts, moving her body up and down on his shaft. Elyssa giggled and cooed as they went on like that.
And then Jaime lowered her on to the couch. He was on top of her, fingers in her hair, shoving his cock deep inside her, over and over again. There was no rush - just the feeling of their bodies together, inside and out, for as long as they wanted it.
Finally, Elyssa shifted, and the two tumbled to the floor, fucking all the way down. She ended up on top of him, and she gave him a smile that told him she was ready to sprint for the finish line. His hands memorized her curves while she bobbed and ground her cunt around his dick. Her climax rolled in like a slow peel of thunder.
Jaime's own orgasm was rapidly approaching, now that he was finally willing to let himself go. To his surprise, the feelings intensified as Elyssa leaned in with a grin and wrapped her hands around his neck - still grinding his cock. Jaime had been choked-out many times during commando training, of course, but he had never imagined the effect it would have on him during sex. The power of his sex seemed to increase threefold, even as his peripheral vision faded. This orgasm was going to be amazing. And yet, some buried survival instinct came forth to tell him something was wrong.
He slapped her thigh - a universal signal in the world of martial arts to tell your sparring partner to release you. Elyssa grinned wider, shook her head, and kept squeezing. Jaime grabbed at her hands, knowing that he only had seconds of consciousness, but his strength failed him. His vision was going black and his ears registered nothing but a hum, but at the last moment, training prevailed and he managed to break free from Elyssa's grip. That's when she drove her elbow into his solar plexus.
They fought a deadly fight. They tumbled into every fixture of the room, hit each other with every loose item they could grab. Both were expertly trained combatants, and both were paragons of physical fitness. Under normal circumstances, Jaime's size and strength would have given him the advantage. But the lack of oxygen early in the fight had slowed him down enough to give Elyssa some early key hits.
It was clear to Jaime that Elyssa was genuinely trying to kill him. He was enough of a professional to know that he might have to kill her instead. Luck was on his side, though: he managed to get her in a hold from which she couldn't escape, and choked her out.
Elyssa woke up on Jaime's bed, with each wrist and ankle cuffed to a bed post. The duvet was covering her still-naked body. "Oh, fuck...," she said.
"So, Elyssa, why did you try to kill me?" Jaime asked. He was covered with bruises and first aid gauss, dressed only in his briefs. He seemed remarkably relaxed.
"I... I don't know," Elyssa replied, searching for an answer. "I like you. I don't want to kill you. One minute we were having so much fun, and then I came, and suddenly you had to die."
"You know your dad used to sometimes brainwash people, right?" Jaime asked. "He caused us a hell of a lot of trouble with his technique, whatever the hell it was. Is it possible this was some latent programming?"
"God damn it...," Elyssa said in agreement. "I'm going to fucking kill him."
"So you've never tried to kill any of your other lovers?" Jaime said it with a slight curl in his lip - a hint of a smile.
"Hey! I'm a nice person," Elyssa protested playfully. "I don't go for all of my dad's 'bringer of chaos' bullshit. I'm my own woman, thank you very much."
"I believe you," Jaime said, brightly. "But... I can't afford to completely believe you. I can't let you go while I'm here. I'll send a friend to uncuff you."
"I understand," Elyssa said with disappointment. She added, casually, "So are you going to fuck me first? You didn't get a chance to finish, right?"
Jaime replied cautiously, unsure where the miscommunication had occurred. "Elyssa, as much as I'd like to finish what we started, the risk of you going ape-shit again is just too high for the reward. I can't uncuff you."
"So do me like this," Elyssa replied. She wiggled her captive body, and somehow the thick downy bed cover came alive with seduction.
"I... don't think that's proper," Jaime said.
"To hell with proper. Crushing your larynx wasn't proper. We're past all that. Take off your shorts, climb on top of me, and pound me like you should have done six years ago!"
As if testing his resolve, Jaime pulled slowly at the top edge of the duvet. Inch by inch more of Elyssa's body was revealed - her neck, her shoulders, the top of her taut round tits. In return, Elyssa rewarded him with a smile - an impish smile, the sort that topples empires.
"And look," Elyssa spoke, "even if I do go nuts and start screaming and thrashing and junk, just keep fucking me. I really want you to be satisfied. Okay?"
"No," Jaime said, shaking his head. "There's no way I could be satisfied if I thought you weren't completely willing. If it seems like you're not lucid, I will stop."
"Okay, whatever," Elyssa said. "But just in case, my safe word is 'phrenology'."
Jaime took it slow: kissing her, touching her, whispering seductions to her. He tickled the back of her knee, and she whimpered, unable to fight back. He rubbed her hand with a sensuality she hadn't thought possible, and then sucked on her finger tips in a way that left her aching. Finally, wordlessly, at the moment they both knew was right, Jaime moved on top of her and positioned himself to penetrate her.
His cock slid into her: past her lips and deep inside her pussy. Elyssa's reflex was to wrap her legs around him - or at least spread them wide for him - but her binds wouldn't allow that. He was very much on top of her, his chest pressing against hers, his hips against hers, his thighs against hers. A lesser-endowed man might have had trouble giving his partner the sort of deep contact she craved, but Jaime had no such problem. He filled her deep with hungry thrusts while his hard body pushed her clit button over and over.
Soon Elyssa was coming, shouting out her climax to the heavens. If the neighbors hadn't called the police during their fight, some rational corner of her mind figured, then they weren't going to be bothered by this. Jaime kept driving into her, all the while watching her face, while she writhed and screamed and tightened beneath him. Finally, her orgasm faded away.
They looked into each others' eyes for a moment. "Keep going, tiger!" she said in answer to his silent question.
And that's when Jaime started really doing her. He pounded her, steady and unceasingly. Elyssa, too, thrust her body into his. Make no mistake: despite her restraints, she was fucking him every bit as much as he was fucking her. Both were sweating and panting. The metal bed frame creaked from stresses it was never designed to endure. Elyssa's hands turned red as she struggled against her handcuffs, trying to wrap more of her body around her lover. With a mighty groan, Jaime released his come into Elyssa's womb, just as her pussy began pulsing and tugging with a new orgasm of her own.
Jaime cleaned Elyssa up lovingly while she lay there, still bound, giggling. She outright laughed as Jaime talked on his phone, trying to convince some friend of the necessity of coming to free the woman chained to his bed while he went away. When Sonya and Heather did arrive, Jaime made introductions and then left. The two women uncuffed Elyssa and watched her dress and leave, holding tasers all the while. What they thought about the situation was anyone's guess.
Two days later, Elyssa visited Dr. Sykora back in the United States. "Hi Daddy!" Elyssa said as she removed her sunglasses and leather jacket. Her crop top did little to hide the bruises and stitches decorating her body.
As her father silently surveyed her injuries, Elyssa said, "Hey, guess who I ran into the other day?"