Flashback
I am so lucky! Tomorrow is the big day. The higher-ups at HARP have finally decided that I am ready to solo a mission. They’ve almost zeroed in on Dr. Savant, and they think they know where he’s keeping Glowstick. They’re sending me. Alone! I guess that bank job I stopped last week really impressed someone.
It really means a lot that the other girls have faith in me, especially Red. She always said my power was weak, and I guess it is compared to blasting down buildings like she can, but I belong on this team. I know I do.
I’m going to keep this entry short tonight, Diary. I have a big day tomorrow. Wish me luck!
It felt like a long, arduous crawl back to consciousness as Flashback’s blue eyes struggled to open. As she tried to stretch, she was made suddenly and disturbingly aware that her wrists were bound to whatever chair she was in. She tensed against the bindings, but it was no use. The panic she felt should have shot her eyes wide open, but they sluggishly refused for another minute or so.
When she finally managed to open them, she found herself in an unfamiliar room that seemed to be tilting back and forth slightly. Eventually the room steadied, and she realized it had been her head, not the room, which was swimming.
The room was your basic evil scientist lab, but cheaper. There were a few off-the-shelf computers running, some metallic box about five foot square, a small hydraulic press on a table in the corner, and a monitor affixed to an articulated metal arm that was, in turn, attached to her chair.
As her head continued to clear, she tried to how she wound up here. The last thing she ed was checking in with HARP, entering a repurposed warehouse, side-stepping some clumsy traps, and then…nothing.
A door opened somewhere behind Flashback, but her head was restrained, so she could not look to see who. It didn’t take a genius to guess, though. She had never seen Dr. Savant in person. HARP had dealt with him a few times before Flashback ed, but he was considered a minor threat, which was likely why they had trusted her to deal with him. She felt her stomach lurch as she considered how misplaced that trust apparently was.
“Ah, you’re awake,” a deep, masculine voice sounded from behind her. “Good. I was afraid I had used too much gas.”
The man walked around into Flashback’s view. She had seen his picture in the HARP intelligence dossier, but it had not prepared her for how…average…he was. He was about 5′9″, with short brown hair, dark eyes, and absolutely no remarkable features, a far cry from the imposing figure most supervillains had. She was about to make a suitably cutting remark when a second figure stepped into view beside him. It was the very familiar, very shocking, and very naked form of Glowstick.
“How long have I been in this chair?” Flashback demanded.
Dr. Savant chuckled. “Long enough that your power won’t help you. You can only jump back in time one minute, is that right?”
Flashback’s eyes widened in horror. Everyone knew she could travel backward in time, but that limitation was her most closely guarded secret. Her gaze shot over to Glowstick, who was looking upward at Savant’s face with a sickening adoration. “Claire! You told him?!?”
“Oh, your friend here has told me a great many useful things.”
Flashback’s lips curled into a sneer. “I can’t believe you would do this, Claire. You’re like a sister to me!”
Glowstick did not even look her way as she answered. “No one is more important than Master, Therese.”
“I hate to interrupt a touching reunion, but time is, no pun intended, not on our side.”
Flashback had to bite her lip to keep from quipping. He had less time than he thought. She just had to keep him distracted a little while longer.
But Savant just smirked. “If you are expecting the other heroines of HARP to, what’s that acronym again? Aid, Respond, and Protect? In time? Don’t worry. You were only unconscious for about ten minutes. We should have plenty of time to get you nice and brainwashed like Claire here.”
He moved the monitor directly in front of Flashback’s face. “You’ll never win, Savant. Even you can’t create a device strong enough to brainwash someone in ten minutes!”
“You’re right, of course,” Dr. Savant itted as he finished adjusting the articulated arm. “And I didn’t. Oh, it’s a good machine, to be sure. Did the job on your little Glowstick in about two days.”
“In two days, Savant, you’ll be in a HARP holding cell.”
“Doubtful, my dear, doubtful. More likely, in two days I’ll have a fistful of your lovely blonde hair while you are on your knees worshiping my cock.”
Flashback tried to spit on him, but it fell short.
Without a word, the evil genius walked over to the cheap desk on the other side of the room and withdrew a small object from its drawer. It looked like a child’s toy ray gun.
“This is my invention,” Savant said proudly. “This is the instrument of your demise. Or your rebirth, from a certain perspective.”
“Oh,” Flashback said with a sarcastic bite in her voice. “Is that the gun you use to bore people to death? Oh, wait, you don’t need a gun for that.”
Savant actually laughed. “I’m going to enjoy owing you, Flashback, and not just for that hourglass figure of yours. Or that tasteful hourglass boob window in your costume.”
“It distracts perverts like you long enough for me to kick them in the balls.”
Savant chuckled again, then pointed the device squarely at Glowstick. “Claire, slave, whatever happens, do not activate your power, okay?”
Claire beamed at him. “I understand, Master.”
Dr. Savant looked directly into Flashback’s deviant blue eyes, smiled, and pulled the trigger. A thin, green beam of energy shot from it and struck Claire right between her breasts. She gave no reaction, no sign of pain or even discomfort. However, moments after it struck her, her skin began to glow a warm orange, getting brighter and brighter. It was a glow Therese had seen many times before, the light that gave Glowstick her heroine codename.
“I can see that you don’t understand,” Savant said, “And I don’t have time to wait for it to click for you. This gun forces metahumans like you and Claire here to activate their powers. Claire’s powers, as you know, are largely useless. Yours, however…”
He let the words hang in the air for a moment as he started up the device hooked to her chair. The monitor came to life, showing a series of images flashing at her faster than she could focus on them.
“As you can see from my rather lackluster lair,” Dr. Savant said, “I am in terrible need of some capital. Claire can’t really help with that, but you can. Once you’re mine, I’ll send you to Vegas. With your ability to rewind time, you should be able to make a killing in any casino, to get me the cash I need to set up a real lab, a real base of operations. You can even help Claire be useful by paying for her boob job. These pathetic B-cups have got to go. I much prefer your look, Flashback. What are those, triple D?”
“Screw you, Savant! I will never help you! And once we get Claire back to base, Gadget can deprogram her, and you’ll rot in prison!”
Savant withdrew a remote from his pocket and pressed it, pointing behind Therese’s head. He slipped the remote back in his pants, and then unzipped himself and pulled his semi-erect penis out. He indicated toward Claire, naked and staring at her master’s member.
“Soon, this will be you, Flashback. Well, soon for me, anyway.” He looked to Claire. “Suck my cock, slave.”
Glowstick stopped glowing and sank instantly to her knees, the gratitude plastered all over her face as she moved her mouth to his tip. She licked her lips once and then went to work. Her technique was eager, enthusiastic, and entirely focused. Her eyes alternated between looking upward toward Savant’s eyes and downward at his shaft as it pumped in and out of her mouth.
Flashback was in an uncomfortable position. With her head and neck restrained, she had only two options for where to look: the brainwashing device’s screen, or the lewd display in front of her as one of her best friends degraded herself by fellating a supervillain. But she still had hope. All she had to do was hold out a few more minutes, and Nova Red, Gadget, and the rest of HARP would burst through the door behind her and save them both.
Then Dr. Savant did something that made Flashback’s blood run cold. He pointed his ray gun directly at her and fired. That same green beam of energy shot out and struck her directly in the hourglass design on her costume.
Flashback felt every muscle in her body tense. Her large chest constricted, feeling like it was going to crush her. She felt her heartbeat race, and her vision begin to blur. It was like this every time she used her power, every instance where she cheated time itself and stole back the last minute of her life. Her sight darkened to a pinpoint, and for half a blink, the Flashback in that timeline ceased to exist.
Then she finished the blink, and crashed back into herself. She was still in the chair, her vision still dominated by two sights she least wanted to see. To the right side of her vision, Claire crouched naked, excitingly sucking Savant’s cock. To the left, his brainwashing machine had looped back on itself, sending a never-ending stream of his will into her mind.
Flashback’s bottom lip started trembling as she realized the trap she was in. She struggled anew against the binds holding her wrists, but they were no weaker than they had been. She closed her eyes tight, but the sound of Claire’s slurping, and the sound from the monitor, still broke through. When she opened her eyes, Dr. Savant was pointing his device at her again for the first time.
She once more opened her eyes to the same scene, the same moment. Her eyes locked on to Claire as her fellow superheroine took Savant’s entire length in. Flashback didn’t want to see that again, so she looked back to the monitor. When she started finding it hard to look away, she forced herself to, just in time to see the device fire.
Her gaze shot over to Claire at the moment she deepthroated Dr. Savant. She mentally cursed herself for looking, while simultaneously fighting back the sinking feeling in her gut. She was coming back to the precise moment every time. Savant must have a timer, likely what he activated with his remote. She was stuck in this same minute until she could find a way to change the villain’s actions.
Flashback returned into herself and made the conscious decision to look left, toward the screen. As she returned, the screen was dominated by a big-breasted blonde woman in the exact moment a man thrusts into her anus. The image switched instantly, and Flashback watched as long as she felt it was safe before looked back at Savant. He was watching her while enjoying his slave’s ministrations. She was focused more on his cock than his arms as he brought the gun up and fired.
She came back to herself and looked at the screen just in time to the blonde bimbo taking it up the ass. Well, that hadn’t changed anything. Why would it? She hadn’t done anything differently. She needed a plan. She had already gone through the brainwashing loop five times, already watched Claire suck her master’s cock for five straight minutes. And yet, HARP was no closer to rescuing them.
Her eyes opened to see the same blonde in the video. She needed to act, not to think. Thinking just gave the monitor more time to work. Without thinking, Therese started to moan in pleasure.
“Oh, Master,” she said, trying her best to be convincing.
“How many repetitions have you had?” Savant asked her.
Knowing it was important not to think, she said, “Six.”
Dr. Savant laughed. “Not nearly enough.” He raised his gun, waited for a few seconds, then fired.
The woman on the monitor was getting drilled again. That didn’t work. Savant was too smart for her. She was just a stupid bimbo whore. Wait, where the hell did that thought come from? Flashback’s eyes bulged. The machine was starting to affect her. It would not be true brainwashing for several hours yet, but the fact that she was already having intrusive thoughts was troubling. She would need to look away.
Her eyes opened, and this time she shifted back to watching Savant’s impressive cock vanish into Claire’s whore mouth. No! Not ‘whore.’ Claire was her friend, and Claire was in trouble. Flashback needed to help her. Watching her service Savant’s dick made her want to help Glowstick very much. Flashback shook her head, though it could move very little in the restraints. Her focus drifted back over to the monitor, then she found herself opening her eyes to see the sexy blonde.
Again and again, minute after minute, rewind after rewind, she lived the same sixty seconds. In the instants where she returned, it was always either the blonde slut or Claire taking all of Dr. Savant’s wonderful dick. She was getting uncomfortable, feeling the wetness beginning to emerge between her legs just moments after her arrival.
“Oh, Master,” she tried again, although she was less sure whether she was trying to sound genuine, or actually was.
“How many repetitions have you had?”
“I lost count at a hundred,” Flashback managed.
“A hundred minutes?” Dr. Savant said. “Not even two hours. Tell you what. Start your count over and let me know when you lose count again.”
He lifted the gun and fired. She tried to keep count. She really did. But there were so many distractions. From her perspective, she had been watching her friend Glowstick suck Savant’s beautiful cock for over two hours, even though she knew intellectually she was in a loop and it had only been a minute. But part of her brain couldn’t help but be impressed. He was such a virile man, so strong, so smart. And importantly, so much stronger and smarter than she was.
Slowly, her burning desire to escape was subsumed by her burning desire to touch herself. The incredible blonde, dutifully taking that thick appendage in her most intimate place, that adonis of a man endlessly face-fucking that stupid whore Glowstick, it was all too much. She needed release, but she just couldn’t reach herself.
“How many repetitions have you had?”
“I lost count at a hundred,” Flashback said, then added, “six or seven times now.”
“Good,” Dr. Savant said. “Just a thousand or two left to go.” He fired.
It was just easier not to think. Her body didn’t need food or even sleep, always resetting to where she was when that minute loop began, but her mind was exhausted. She was just too stupid, too pliable, too inferior, to take all of this stimuli in at one time. Watching that blonde goddess servicing a man with her ass, watching that happy slave Claire worship Master, minute after minute, hour after hour, it was all just too much.
“How many repetitions have you had?”
“I don’t know, Master,” Flashback said with no hint of irony. “I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve lost count.”
“You cannot lie to me, slave,” Master Savant said. “What is the security code to HARP Headquarters?”
“Seven, three, eight, seven, four—”
“Well, you’re not so far gone you can’t lie to me yet. A few hundred more maybe.”
“No, wait, please! I—”
He fired, and then there he was, his dick balls-deep in Slave Claire’s hungry mouth. The monitor droned on, and on, and on, and Flashback drifted, lost in a sea of time and desire.
“You cannot lie to me, slave,” Master said again. Flashback had lost count of how many times he’d said that. “What is the security code to HARP Headquarters?”
“Seven, three, two, two, seven, seven, nine, four, seven, Master.”
“Good girl,” Master said, and Flashback felt the release she had been seeking for an eternity rip through her body, her dripping-wet pussy exploding in the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. Dr. Savant was there in an instant, grinning. “Well, you certainly didn’t fake that. Let’s get you out of there.”
Flashback’s mind was too numb to time anymore, but before she knew it, she was standing next to her Master and her sister slave.
“We need to hurry now,” their Master was saying. “HARP will be here soon. Flashback, you and I will get out through my escape tunnel. Glowstick, you take the gun. Undoubtedly, Nova Red will be the first through the door. Shoot her with the gun. The resulting explosion should bring this place down. This box will wipe your memory. Get in it before you shoot Nova Red, then quickly close it and put on the helmet inside. They will dig you out, and you’ll nothing. Don’t worry. I will find you again, slave.”
He was just handing her the device when the door exploded inward, knocking all three of them off their feet. Standing there, triumphant, was Nova Red, and behind her, in her self-designed mech suit, was Gadget. The others must be nearby. Flashback did not hesitate.
When she opened her eyes, Master was explaining his plan.
“Glowstick, you take the—”
“There’s no time, Master! They’ll be here in less than a minute!”
Panic gripped Dr. Savant’s eyes. He rushed over to the hydraulic press, set the device beneath it, and switched it on, then turned desperately to Flashback. “Quick! Knock me out! You used your power to escape. Get me out of the holding cell as soon as it’s safe.”
“Anything for you, Master,” Flashback said, and then hauled back and punched him as hard as she could across his jaw.
The door exploded inward, and Nova Red and Gadget stood ready. The two HARPees surveyed the scene and then stepped inside. Glowstick immediately covered up her Master, using her body to shield him. Nova Red made a subtle motion toward the chair, and Gadget moved there quickly, inspecting the controls on the back.
“You didn’t check in,” Nova Red said, her gaze locked on Flashback. “What happened?”
“He gassed me,” Flashback said, adding a bitter tone to her voice. “I slipped up, Red. I’m sorry. But when he tried to put me in his brainwashing machine, I used my power to escape and knock him out. Claire is compromised, though. She’ll need to be deprogrammed.”
“And what about you?” the older superheroine asked, brushing some stray strands of her bright red hair out of her face. “Are you compromised?”
“Absolutely not,” Flashback said. “I wasn’t even in that thing for a minute.”
“She’s telling the truth, boss,” Gadget said. “I’ll need to study this device back at base, but the record is clear. She was only in it for twenty-six seconds.”
Nova Red nodded, then stepped forward and placed a hand on Flashback’s shoulder. “Good job, Therese. I know you’re probably beating yourself up over getting caught, but it happens to the best of us.”
“Thanks, Red. That means a lot. Now, if you don’t mind, can we get this giant dick to a holding cell?”
I am so lucky! Gadget, for as brilliant she is with technology, never once thought about my power. Of course, it helps that Master was clever enough to destroy his device. It took me almost a month to release Master, but there was finally a day when Gadget was the only one in the base.
She was trickier than I thought. It took me seventeen tries to sneak up on and tranquilize her. Master helped me get her into her Mech suit, which is a superb piece of machinery. It provides her with water and sustenance, and even removes waste, and because she is often known to vanish for a week or more at a time, the other HARPees won’t think to look in her lab until Master’s machine as more than done its work.
Master doesn’t have Claire anymore, but I’m sure Gadget will help with that, once she’s finished cooking. I feel no jealousy, but I it to a profound joy that I get Master’s magnificent cock all to myself for a while. He is such a generous lover! He only lasts two or three minutes when he’s fucking my tight ass, but he lets me use my power as many times as I want. Last time, it was almost two hours for me!
I had better get going, Diary. Master’s cock isn’t going to suck itself!