WARNING: The following story is fetish smut, made for perverts who enjoy natural body magic/ modular body magic/ modularity/ detachment/ disassembling people non-lethally. If you are not a member of that community, I strongly advise that you turn back now. Things will get freaky.
This story features an image by the ever wonderful Silveraxe77!
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Madame Malevolence missed her mountaintop Doom-Fortress. Sure the giant spires with skulls etched into them were tacky, sure all the death traps were straight off page 1 of the super villain catalog, and sure the cell reception was more abominable than the robot yeti she used to scare hikers away, but it was just so... official! It was a proper lair, for a proper villain, which silly or not is what she'd always dreamed of being! So when that dickhead Captain Astounding came and blew the whole thing right off the mountain with his Astounding Breath (TM), it was a proper slap in the face. Madame Malevolence couldn't conceive of what she could possibly have done to warrant such incivility.
BESIDES all the death and destruction, obviously! That was par for the course!
Worst of all, since her insurance didn't accept her claim that the Astounding Breath (TM) constituted weather damage, Madame Malevolence was forced to stoop to the ultimate low... moving back in with her parents. Now the home office had to serve as her mad science workshop, the detached patio her evil meeting hall, and her former bedroom that her parents had painstakingly kept just the way she'd left it when she departed for Calamity College of Evil Arts was her fortress of solitude. It was humiliating!
"If there is one thing that Madame Malevolence shan't tolerate, it is humiliation!" Madame Malevolence monologued, twisting dials and flicking switches on her latest invention. "But with this, my magnum opus, I shall repay that meddlesome Captain Astounding tenfold!" She announced, spinning on her heels and flourishing for an audience of none, revealing a weapon resembling a retro-futurist Maxim Gun with glowing neon tubes and flickering incandescent bulbs bolted to an over sized engine of war from the twilight of cavalry charges and brightly colored uniforms. "All that is left to do is to test this glorious gun, ensuring all goes well when the inevitable showdown with Captain Astounding arrives! And Madame Malevolence's test subject should be arriving any moment now..." She explained, her phone buzzing on queue. Whipping it out like a gunslinger at high-noon, Madame Malevolence read
-Hey bby, sry traffic rly bad. Baseball game or somthin? gonna be a while :(
"Fuck!" Madame Malevolence groaned. Her phone buzzed again
-Not sure the shakes r gonna make it... ;C
"Fuuuuuck!" Madame Malevolence groaned harder, her lust for cookies & cream milkshakes almost as intense as her lust for revenge. "And I already got the gun powered up! The stupid smoke alarms will go off again if I leave it on." She complained, her clattering monstrosity belching small puffs of acrid black. "Ugh! Whatever! Madame Malevolence is not sitting through the whole boot up process again without first yielding results! She will simply test the device herself!" She complained, opening her phone's notes and adding her incompetent intern Porter the Programmer to the list of people she needed to enact terrible vengeance upon for not developing a faster bootloader.
Swiping over to the app Porter had developed for remotely controlling her various traps, drones, and doomsday devices, Madame Malevolence entered the password 'P4ssw0rd!' and sat herself down in the big white slipper chair that'd been moved to the home office after dad got new living room furniture at mom's insistence but he didn't want to throw out the old stuff because someone online might pay good money for it and blah blah blah Madame Malevolence always zoned out by this point. What mattered to her was that the chair was positioned in direct line of sight with her motorized tripod mounted gun with its glowing barrel violently flickering between orange and blue. With a few taps, the weapon snapped to attention and took aim on its master, and with a final tap, it fired. Madame Malevolence would have to ask Porter to install a safety so the gun couldn't be turned on her in a real fight.
A flat, bladelike blast of energy erupted from the gun, piercing Madame Malevolence and shattering on the greyish-white wall behind her, dissipating. The wall hadn't so much as a scratch on it, while Madame Malevolence's neck had a smoldering line of blistered flesh bisecting it. She blinked, and her head toppled from her shoulders, bounced off her boobs, and landed in her lap facing up at her body upside-down. She blinked again. Her decapitated body slowly raised a hand and fluttered its fingers.
"Success!" Madame Malevolence announced joyfully, throwing her arms up in victory. "The organic dismantler works exactly as intended, carving through living tissue like a hot knife through butter, causing no damage to inanimate matter, and leaving the dismantled with full sensation and control across their severed pieces! That wretched Captain Astounding's head will soon be mounted over the fireplace of Madame Malevolence's new and much improved Doom Fortress, watching helplessly as his pieces are tortured one by one! One arm will serve as Madame Malevolence's back scratcher, and shall not skimp on scratching her bum! The other arm shall serve her coat hook, on which her evil lab coat shall hang after long days! His legs shall toil in the mine shafts beneath the fortress, pushing carts laden with ore until collapsing from exhaustion! And that ludicrously proportioned bulge he so vainly flaunts in his skintight spandex..." She trailed off, eyes looking up from her upside-down position at her nethers and sharpened teeth biting her purple glossed lip...
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A redhead girl in her mid-twenties with big round glasses and bigger rounder boobs barged into the Stevenson family's home and barreled through it like she owned the place. "Hey baby, think I got got by a redlight cam, but the good news is that your milkshake-"
"MMPH!" Came Madame Malevolence, her labcoat, slacks, and all other articles of clothing scattered around the room, her severed head buried between her splayed legs.
"Jesus!" Said the redhead, setting the greasy bag and drinks tray next to the powered down organic dismantler. "hehe, I really can't leave you alone for a minute, huh Lisa?"
"I was just" (lick) "testing the sensory acuity" (slurp) "of the dismantled components!" (suck) "I swear!" Said the head, whenever she could summon the will to use her mouth for something other than self indulgence.
"And?" The redhead asked, flopping down in the gaming chair Mr Stevenson bought because it reminded him of a race car's seat.
"SO GOOD!" Lisa Stevenson moaned, licking as loudly as possible for the benefit of her favorite lab assistant with benefits. "Why'd you think I wanted to test it on you first, Zhana?"
"Well, you'd best hurry it up girl, your milkshake is on borrowed time!" Zhana said, unfurling the brown bag and pulling out her patty melt and curly fries. Taking a long sip of her strawberry shake, she sat back and watched the show.