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From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Purple Potion 01 {S Gray} (MF nc mc reluc preg)
Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 07:10:04 -0500
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Chapter One:  Milk...it does a body good.

 The Joker propped his feet up on the table and pretended to read the
newspaper (the funnies, of course).  He had a difficult time concentrating,
though.  His mind kept wandering to the nearby refrigerator - not because he
was hungry, but because there was a very special milk carton inside...

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 Like his archenemy, Joker had always strived to use technology to further
his own ambitions.  Whether it was an acid-spitting mechanism hidden behind
a flower on his purple suit, or a deck of razor-sharp playing cards, or a
jar of poisoned greasepaint...he always had some sort of trick up his
sleeve.

 But despite his efforts, Batman had almost always bested him.  Then one
day, while watching Saturday morning cartoons, Joker had a sudden burst of
inspiration:  what if he could come up with a way to control Batman?  Rather
than defeat him physically (which hadn't worked all that well in the past),
might there be some way to conquer his mind?

 The idea would not leave him.  He felt sure that there had to be a way.
Drugs?  Hypnosis?  Subliminal messages?  He began to spend most of his time
in either the library or the laboratory at the Hall of Doom.  He pored over
scientific journals until late in the evening, and the next morning would
find him downstairs, pouring colorful liquids from one beaker to another.
He kept diligent notes in his journal about every finding, but he kept his
work a secret from the other supervillains - who didn't really pay much
attention to his absence (actually, they were relieved to get a break from
his bad jokes and hysterical laughter).  Fortunately for him, they also paid
no attention to the enormous amounts of money that he was withdrawing from
the Hall of Doom's bank account, to pay for the lab supplies and research.
Weeks went by, and still he wasn't able to find anything.  Many times he
thought about giving up, and just going back to his cartoons.

 Then one day, he found himself reading the April Fool's edition of a dirty
magazine (well, all right...he wasn't exactly reading it.  But who could
resist a young, well-rounded naked woman wearing a jester's cap?).  While
pleasuring himself, he idly wondered what happens to the brain during its
delicious orgasm.  For a few seconds, the mind is consumed by ecstasy,
leaving little room for anything else.  Could this be the key that he had
been looking for?  Or was he just wanking off?

 He began to consult various experts:  neurosurgeons, biologists,
psychologists ("Yes, I'm dressed like a clown...so what?"), botanists,
chemists, sex therapists, prostitutes (he kept telling himself he hired them
for the sake of research, but who was he kidding?).  More weeks went by,
more money went down the drain...until finally...

 He now understood why it was called a 'breakthrough'; the wall that his
brain had been pounding against for the last few months had suddenly given
way.  The combination of ingredients was right there on his computer screen;
he had worked extra late last night, and couldn't even remember how he had
stumbled across it.  The resulting mixture was purple (which pleased him
very much, since purple was his favorite color), containing extracts from
all sorts of exotic plants, as well as a number of chemicals that he couldn'
t even pronounce.  But if it worked correctly, the serum would work its way
to the subject's mind, significantly heightening his or her sexual appetite.
He wasn't quite sure to what degree, but he hoped to find out very soon.
Theoretically, the drug would also cause a side effect:  an orgasm would
trigger a sort of 'backfire', temporarily suppressing the subject's
inhibitions, morals, free will - basically, anything that might stand in the
way of sexual pleasure.  During this time period (which had yet to be
measured), the subject would be extremely susceptible to commands and
suggestions.  Ideally, he would be able to transport the 'victim' to the
Hall of Doom in time, where a series of more intensive brainwashing
techniques would be employed.  It was a wonderful idea, but he had no idea
if it would work or not.  The first step would be to test it...

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 "I see your reading skills haven't improved," came a woman's voice from
behind him.

 Joker nearly jumped out of his seat.  He whirled and saw Cheetah crouching
on a nearby table.  A towel was slung over her shoulder, and there were
traces of perspiration on her face.  She had just returned from the gym.

 Joker let out a high-pitched nervous giggle.  "Cheetah, you naughty
feline...you almost scared me to death!"

 "If only," she murmured.  With supple grace, she hopped down from the table
and walked over to the refrigerator.  Joker admired the curves of her body
as she walked.  That form-fitting yellow leotard of hers might look
ridiculous, but it also revealed a great deal.  He fought the urge to ogle
her, and sat back down, pretending to read the paper.

"Where is everyone today?" she asked, pulling the milk carton out of the
fridge.

 Joker shrugged.  "Out playing golf or something.  I don't know."  He could
barely keep his voice steady; he was so excited.  His heart was racing, and
his hands trembled a little.  His face was a little pale - but then, his
face was always a little pale.

 "So they left you here to watch over things?  Idiots.  They might as well
hire a space monkey or something."  She always drank right out of the
carton.  Joker held his breath as she took several gulps - that would be
more than enough!  He glanced at his watch, and wondered how long it would
take for the drug to begin working.  There was a growing bulge in his purple
trousers.

 She stood at the refrigerator; the door was open, and the carton was still
in her hand.  "Is everything all right?  What's the matter, my dear?" asked
Joker, trying to keep his voice calm.

 Cheetah just shook her head absent-mindedly.  The door to the refrigerator
was hanging open, but she just stood there, as if lost in thought.

 Joker put down the paper and rose to his feet.  Her eyes suddenly met his;
instead of the usual look of disgust she gave him, he saw something quite
different.  There was confusion there...nervousness...and something else...
desire, maybe?

 Flashing her one of his best smiles (which came naturally for him), he
cautiously walked closer to her.  "Is everything all right?  You look a
bit...distracted."

 She seemed to regain control of herself, and quickly shook her head again.
"No, it's nothing.  I'm fine."

"You can say that again," said Joker, allowing his eyes a quick little tour
of her shapely young body.  "As a matter of fact, I think you're absolutely
beautiful.  I hope you don't mind me saying so."

Cheetah bit her lip, frowning.  Joker could almost read her thoughts:  "Why
am I suddenly feeling horny?"  He knew why, of course...the serum had worked
more quickly than he imagined it would.  Her inhibitions were fading, and
her desire was mounting.  The more she thought about the lust creeping
through her, the more her resistance would begin to wane.  He decided to
give a little push to help her along.  "You know, they say that after a long
workout, it's nice to unwind with a different kind of exercise.  Something a
little more...intimate."

 She shook her head and took a step back, clearly sensing that something was
wrong - and that he was responsible for it.  "Get away from me," she
growled.  "Get out of here."

 Joker closed the door of the refrigerator and took another step toward her.
"Do you really want me to go away?"

 She was breathing heavily now.  "Yes," she said, desperately.

 "Oh, now, come on.  You don't really mean that, do you?"  He took another
step closer.

 Cheetah didn't answer, but he could see it in her eyes.  She had figured
out by now that something was terribly wrong, and she knew that she should
get out of here.  But her lust was growing with every passing second (so was
Joker's, for that matter!).  A difficult dilemma: she despised him, and yet
her vagina was beginning to itch for a cock.  She could try to run away and
seek relief through masturbation...but would that be enough?  Right here was
a man, a man with a dick.  Right here was the scratch for her itch.  Did it
matter that he was dressed like a clown?  All she wanted right now was a
hard, thick cock, grinding into her...

 "No!  What...what is this?" she hissed, backing away.  "What have you done
to me?"

 Joker shrugged and tried to look innocent.  "Maybe you're just now
acknowledging the fact that you're crazy about me, and that you want my
body?"

"I...I don't want you...you disgust me!"

 Joker smiled confidently.  "Oh, really...does this disgust you?"  His hands
moved to his pants - and as they did so, her eyes locked onto his crotch
almost magnetically.  He calmly unbuttoned the slacks, pulled down the
zipper, and allowed them to fall to the floor.  He then stood there for a
moment, his erection clearly visible through the purple Underoos.

 Cheetah licked her lips and swallowed, her eyes never leaving his concealed
bulge.  He could see her taut nipples pointing out through her costume.

 "You see, my dear, I've played a trick on you.  You need to be pleasured
now, and it just so happens that I'm carrying the proper equipment."  He
climbed out of the purple underwear and watched her reaction to his naked
sex organ.  He could almost see her willpower crumbling, replaced by lusty
need.

 He stood right in front of her, and slowly moved his hands up and down her
firm young body.  She didn't resist at all; she simply closed her eyes and
savored the sensations.  His hands wandered down her back, around her waist,
across her belly, under her breasts, gently orbiting there for a minute or
two before taking a trip south...

 "What's happening to you is perfectly natural," he whispered into her ear.
"You're a cat in heat, and you want me inside you.  You want to feel my dick
sliding in and out your wet cunt.  Isn't that right?"  She shook her head at
first, but then whimpered as his rigid cock began to graze back and forth
over the fabric that covered her undoubtedly moist crotch.  "Are you
absolutely positive that you wouldn't like a nice...hard...fuck?"  He
emphasized each word with a little poke of his dick against the clothed
entrance to her sex.  She didn't want to moan, but she couldn't help it.
She was rapidly falling victim to her growing lust, and that cock certainly
felt wonderful.  She imagined it sliding inside her, imagined what it would
feel like, rubbing its way inside her throbbing cunt...

Joker smiled, clearly enjoying her losing battle.  "Don't you think it's
time we got out of these silly costumes?"  Cheetah fought it for as long as
she could, but her desire was just too much.  She reached up and began to
rip her fabric apart, literally tearing her clothes off.

Despite their lack of ability to instantly change in and out of costume, it
was only a few seconds before the two supervillains were completely naked.
Joker renewed his exploration of her body, knowing full well that the evil
young woman was already nearing a climax.  But why hurry?  This was a
scientific study, after all!

 His lipsticked mouth latched on to her right breast, his lips pressing into
the soft flesh.  His tongue flicked the nipple a few times, testing its
hardness.  Then he began to suck on the nipple, slurping noisily, hungrily,
as if expecting milk.  She moaned, and pressed his head against her chest.
His hand was now teasing her slickening slit, his fingers moving up and
down, up and down, tickling her pussy lips, making her writhe and moan with
each little motion.

 She couldn't stand it anymore.  "Please...Joker...I need it..."

 The villainous clown reluctantly paused his suckling.  "Hmmm?  What do you
need, my sweet little pussycat?"

 "You idiot...you know what I mean..."

 He leaned down and kissed her belly.  "I'm afraid I don't...oh, wait...do
you mean that you would like me to fuck you?"

 "Yes, damn you, yes!  Fuck me...please, I need it!"  She raised her hips
and tried to rub her drooling crotch against his dick, as if to prove it.

Joker sighed.  "Well, I guess so...since you asked nicely."  He reached down
and guided the purple head of his cock to her hungrily waiting slit.  "I aim
to please!"

 He slowly pushed his dick inside her, inch by yummy inch.  It was warm, wet
and slippery, and his cock slid easily deeper.  "So this is what Cheetah's
pussy feels like!"  But she wasn't paying attention; her eyes were shut, her
teeth were clenched, her hips were taut, and there was an awful lot of juice
coming out of her cunt!  She seemed to enjoy it, though, so he pulled his
cock out and then plunged it back in again.  Each time he went back in, she
would give a little grunt.  He lifted her shapely legs up in the air and
began to fuck her a little faster.  Pull, plunge, pull, plunge...their
fucking made a wet, sucking sound, as if he was mashing up some jello.

 And Cheetah had pretty much turned to jello by now.  Her whole body shook
and writhed; her head twisted left and right, her succulent breasts wobbled
and heaved, her pussy lips quivered and leaked; it was safe to say that she
was sexually excited!  Joker was rather excited himself...in fact, he was
dangerously close to injecting her with a large batch of sperm.  It would
take only a few more strokes before his dick began to pulse its load into
her receptive womb.  He wasn't too sure if she would appreciate being
pregnant with his baby...but at this point, he was too far gone to stop.
And besides, he was a supervillain!  He just couldn't help doing ornery
things like this.

 "Well, I guess I might as well bring things to a climax."  Joker licked his
finger and sent it down to search for her throbbing clit.  Just a few little
flicks against that sensitive flesh bud, and she would belong to him, body
and mind.  He could tell he found the right spot when she suddenly arched
her back, and the cafeteria of Doom was filled with a bloodcurdling orgasmic
caterwaul.  It was a good thing the other supervillains weren't home!

"Um, Cheetah?  *ungh*  I know this is a bad *ungh* time to ask, *ungh* but
do you mind *ungh* if I...*ungh*...oh wait...*ungh*...never
mind...*ungh*...too late...*ungh*...*ungh*...*UNGH*!"  With one last plunge
of his engorged cock, Joker squirted his seed into her spasming cunt.  Spurt
after spurt...it had been a while since he last had sex, so there was quite
a bit of it.  He imagined thousands of little Joker sperm, swimming their
way into her body in search of that poor, defenseless egg.

Joker leaned back and wiped the sweat from his brow.  Cheetah was still
recovering from her orgasm; parts of body still quivered, as if in
aftershock - and it almost sounded like she was purring.  Joker leered at
her beautiful body and smiled.  He didn't know if the experiment was
entirely successful yet, but he sure had fun trying it!


to be continued...

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