ToolmanTim
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Tim, aka "Steel Death," stood in a prison jumpsuit with his hands cuffed behind him. As a technological supervillain who used a suit of powered armor to commit his crimes, he was not fitted with a power inhibiting collar. It was assumed that someone who used a suit of armor had no powers of his own. That was a mistake, one Tim was waiting to exploit.
It always sort of bemused Tim. Here he was, genius enough to build a suit of power armor from the ground up, but they didn't think he could manipulate the genetic code? Tim had been born with a super brain. It was just as easy to learn how to build nano-woven armor and nano-built servos to create superpowered battle armor as it was for him to manipulate his own code and give himself a few minor powers. Regeneration, enhanced senses, and a little bit of super strength. Not a lot, he couldn't go toe to toe with Atom Smash even with the powered armor, as he just found out, but enough super strength to lift a car over his head. Super strength was surprisingly useful in day-to-day life.
Some called it mutant, some called it meta-human, it really didn't matter which comic book company you quoted, the end result was a bunch of people running around with extraordinary abilities. Most super humans then used their powers selfishly, getting labeled as villains. Power corrupts. Some used their powers to help, joining fire fighters, paramedics and search and rescue crews. A very select few used their abilities to fight the villains that the police couldn't handle. Like Atom Smash.
Steel Death wasn't the most powerful villain, but he was quite famous. Unlike other villains he focused solely on the acquisition of wealth, and until last week he had never been caught. Oh he'd been stopped once or thrice, but it was the hero Atom Smash that had finally brought the master criminal in. He was a fairly non-violent criminal, with no deaths attributed to him and only a few assaults during bank robberies during his early career. Tim got his nom de guerre from his skull-shaped helmet. It was very intimidating.
Standing outside the court house two guards were processing in the other super prisoners, leaving Tim for last. Tim had been an exemplary prisoner from the moment Atom Smash had broken Tim's armor. He'd pleaded the fifth, of course, and didn't tell the police anything, but he didn't cause problems at prison and never talked back to the guards. In turn, the guards considered him one of the 'safe' prisoners. That was a mistake.
Both guards decided they needed both hands on the villainess who went in the truck immediately before Tim, who they saved for last. With their backs turned to him, Tim used his super strength to break the links between the handcuffs, simultaneously grab the tasers off the guards duty belts and taze both guards. The guards fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Contrary to what you may see on the television, tazers inflict massive amounts of pain, but practically no damage. They do not put people to sleep. Tim was on them in an instant, stripping off their duty belts, effectively taking their keys, radios, cell phones and weapons. He hit them each with the taser again, threw the belts over his shoulder and turned to the back of what was now his truck.
Tim grinned at the prisoners inside. "We'll discuss payment for your freedom shortly." They were all collared and handcuffed, sitting on the benches in the back of the truck. Over their protests he shut the door. He walked to the front of the truck, climbed into the cab and drove off, no one the wiser.
An hour later he was out of the city, parked behind an abandoned building. Tim had undone his cuffs and had one of the duty belts strapped around his waist, pistol prominently displayed on his hip. He opened up the back of the truck and smiled at the villainous assembly.
"Here's the deal. I'm Steel Death. Ya'll owe me a hundred grand each for the break out. Obviously, none of you have it on you. Ya got six months to pay it back. As for your collars, I can't get them off here, but for another hundred grand I'll give you a number to call and I'll get them off you tomorrow."
The girl who the two guards had obsessed over caught his eye. "Ladies, we can talk about alternative methods of payment if you like."
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I am looking for a female co-author. You can play one or more female villainesses who take Tim up on his alternative methods of payment.
I'm fairly vanilla in my kinks. Oral and vaginal sex, titty fucking, cum play, light bondage, stuff like that.
Pm me with your first post if you're interested.
It always sort of bemused Tim. Here he was, genius enough to build a suit of power armor from the ground up, but they didn't think he could manipulate the genetic code? Tim had been born with a super brain. It was just as easy to learn how to build nano-woven armor and nano-built servos to create superpowered battle armor as it was for him to manipulate his own code and give himself a few minor powers. Regeneration, enhanced senses, and a little bit of super strength. Not a lot, he couldn't go toe to toe with Atom Smash even with the powered armor, as he just found out, but enough super strength to lift a car over his head. Super strength was surprisingly useful in day-to-day life.
Some called it mutant, some called it meta-human, it really didn't matter which comic book company you quoted, the end result was a bunch of people running around with extraordinary abilities. Most super humans then used their powers selfishly, getting labeled as villains. Power corrupts. Some used their powers to help, joining fire fighters, paramedics and search and rescue crews. A very select few used their abilities to fight the villains that the police couldn't handle. Like Atom Smash.
Steel Death wasn't the most powerful villain, but he was quite famous. Unlike other villains he focused solely on the acquisition of wealth, and until last week he had never been caught. Oh he'd been stopped once or thrice, but it was the hero Atom Smash that had finally brought the master criminal in. He was a fairly non-violent criminal, with no deaths attributed to him and only a few assaults during bank robberies during his early career. Tim got his nom de guerre from his skull-shaped helmet. It was very intimidating.
Standing outside the court house two guards were processing in the other super prisoners, leaving Tim for last. Tim had been an exemplary prisoner from the moment Atom Smash had broken Tim's armor. He'd pleaded the fifth, of course, and didn't tell the police anything, but he didn't cause problems at prison and never talked back to the guards. In turn, the guards considered him one of the 'safe' prisoners. That was a mistake.
Both guards decided they needed both hands on the villainess who went in the truck immediately before Tim, who they saved for last. With their backs turned to him, Tim used his super strength to break the links between the handcuffs, simultaneously grab the tasers off the guards duty belts and taze both guards. The guards fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Contrary to what you may see on the television, tazers inflict massive amounts of pain, but practically no damage. They do not put people to sleep. Tim was on them in an instant, stripping off their duty belts, effectively taking their keys, radios, cell phones and weapons. He hit them each with the taser again, threw the belts over his shoulder and turned to the back of what was now his truck.
Tim grinned at the prisoners inside. "We'll discuss payment for your freedom shortly." They were all collared and handcuffed, sitting on the benches in the back of the truck. Over their protests he shut the door. He walked to the front of the truck, climbed into the cab and drove off, no one the wiser.
An hour later he was out of the city, parked behind an abandoned building. Tim had undone his cuffs and had one of the duty belts strapped around his waist, pistol prominently displayed on his hip. He opened up the back of the truck and smiled at the villainous assembly.
"Here's the deal. I'm Steel Death. Ya'll owe me a hundred grand each for the break out. Obviously, none of you have it on you. Ya got six months to pay it back. As for your collars, I can't get them off here, but for another hundred grand I'll give you a number to call and I'll get them off you tomorrow."
The girl who the two guards had obsessed over caught his eye. "Ladies, we can talk about alternative methods of payment if you like."
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I am looking for a female co-author. You can play one or more female villainesses who take Tim up on his alternative methods of payment.
I'm fairly vanilla in my kinks. Oral and vaginal sex, titty fucking, cum play, light bondage, stuff like that.
Pm me with your first post if you're interested.
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