Vicky knew something was wrong the moment she stepped into the laboratory.

The emergency call had come from the city's science district just before dawn. Witnesses reported strange disturbances all over the city, such as coffe shop arguments over obvious facts, friends accusing each other of betrayals, police officers insisting the sky was green while staring directly at a blue morning horizon.

Standing in the shattered entrance of the research facility, Vicky Vixen surveyed the damage the best she could in the darkened lab. Broken glass and computer monitors flickered and buzzed with their distinctive static sound. The entrance wall was marked with a symbol - a stylized cockroach painted in metallic black that appeared to move if you stared at it.

"Fucking, Dr. Roach," she said quietly to herself.

The disgraced scientist had spent years obsessed with the relationship between truth and belief. Most dismissed him as a crackpot. The last time Vicky encountered him, he'd claimed that reality itself was nothing more than "a story people agree to tell each other or a lie they’ve heard over and over until it becomes their remembered truth."

A series of slow claps echoed through the darkened laboratory.

"Officer Vicky Vixen."

Vicky turned as a bank of overhead lights snapped on, revealing a tall, gray-haired, bespectacled figure standing on a raised platform. He looked like someone's grandfather, with disheveled hair, a scraggly salt-and-pepper beard, and a baggy white lab coat hanging loosely from his thin frame. A swarm of tiny mechanical insects crawled from his pocket and scurried across the floor toward Vicky. If you saw him on the street, you'd think he was a harmless old man.

Dr. Roach smiled, "I knew you'd come. Welcome to your new reality."

"What the fuck have you done?" Vicky demanded.

"What I've always wanted to do." He gestured toward a small, black box resting on the lab counter. He pointed his gloved right hand at the device, and it began to glow. "I've liberated humanity from the truth much like someone else we know."

Before Vicky could move, the device’s glow brightened and emitted several beeps, then alarmed.

A whirl, a beep, then a sudden tug at her hip. Her silver gun flew from its resting place at her side. Vicky's eyes widened as she vainly reached for it. It streaked through the air toward Dr. Roach’s gloved hand.

"No!" she screamed.

Dr. Roach laughed as arcs of energy engulfed it now tightly held in his grip. He removed the clip, placing it in his pocket. Saying, "This weapon has been a force for truth, justice and the American way. Today, it will no longer impose on my visions."

The black box glowed brightly, nearly white-hot, as the gun darkened. And for the first time in her life, Vicky felt afraid that her own weapon might be used against her.

Vicky lunged toward him. The laboratory floor cracked beneath her boots as she lurched toward him. However, Dr. Roach didn't even flinch.

"My god, girl, you’re so predictable."

The black box emitted a sharp pulse, bringing Vicky to a sudden stop. Not of her own choosing. Every muscle in her body was locked in place. Her momentum vanished as though reality itself had forgotten she was moving. For a fraction of a second, confusion flashed across her face.

Then she saw them. Dark strands, dozens of them. They immediately burst into existence around her wrists, ankles, waist, and shoulders. They looked exactly like some kind of evil, black rope.

As the cords tightened, Vicky strained against them, but nothing happened except they tightened further with her struggles. Little did she know that the strands' strength came from her resistance to them.

"What the fuck is this?" she growled.

Dr. Roach stepped off the platform and approached her slowly. The mechanical insects swarmed around his feet.

"I spent years studying you, Vicky. Most people think your crime-solving power comes from some kind of magic like these silver bullets."

He tapped the side of his head. "But I know that it doesn't. It comes from belief."

The restraints tightened another inch. "You see, when people are caught in your sights, they stop resisting because deep down they believe you represent their truth and you have authority over them."

Vicky pulled harder. The cords didn't budge.

"So, I asked myself a simple question," he said as a smile curled on his lips. "What happens if your truth loses authority?"

The black cords pulsed. A sharp pain shot through Vicky's arms. She gritted her teeth.

"You've lost your fucking mind, Dr. Roach."

"Now… have I? Really?"

He removed the clip from his pocket, and he removed one cartridge. The bullet had changed. It wasn't silver any longer. They all were light-absorbing like they were hole in reality.

"I induced your bullets with a new idea."

Vicky felt her stomach tighten. "What idea?"

Dr. Roach's grin widened, declaring, "That lies said often enough are stronger than the truth."

Across the city, distant sirens wailed. People were already changing. Memories shifting. Facts bending. Truth becoming negotiable. The alternative truth became what people were believing, and it was spreading as quickly as the Spanish flu pandemic.

And every second the machine remained active, the corruption spread further and wider.

Dr. Roach stopped directly in front of her. For the first time since she'd arrived, Vicky noticed something unsettling. His eyes weren't focused on her. They were focused on the black restraints binding her wrists. As though he was waiting for something.

Watching.

As he studied them, one of the restraints moved - not tightening but moving like a living snake. Vicky's pulse quickened. Snakes aren’t her favorite things - cold-blooded like many of the villains she faced.

Dr. Roach laughed softly. "Oh yes," he said. "That's much better than I hoped. Now for the fun to begin.”

Dr. Roach approached her seemingly hamstrung by her own truth. His fingers released the buttons on her shirt, and he slowly removed it to expose Vicky’s perfectly formed breasts and taut six-pack abdomen.

They weren’t uneven like many women, whose dominant side is larger than the other. He could tell she’d be a fitting opponent for his evil thoughts.

His eyes widened as he took in her loveliness. "Vicky, I have to congratulate you on maintaining your gymnast's figure all these years. I must say that underneath that uniform of respectability, there's a lovely body of work." He laughed in a way that sent chills up and down her spine.

His attention shifted lower. His hand rested on the slight bulge in her panties, her pubic crest. Several of his mechanical insects crawled down his sleeve. One began to wander over that clothed area. The others moved to bare skin. It must’ve tickled in a weird way. Vicky squirmed, and the cords tightened. A bug crawled between her splayed legs, then back and forth over the gusset while others wandered up and down her legs and over her breasts. She squirmed repeatedly as the ropes tightened such that she couldn’t move her extremities. The cacophony in the streets outside gave credence to Dr. Roach’s planned chaos.

No one would come to save Officer Vixen this time. They were busy addressing the rampant chaos in the streets.

Turning his back on her, he reached into a large bag near his platform. She couldn’t see what he had in his hand.

“Now we’re going to hear the truth from you. These strands are like a polygraph. When I ask a question, you'll answer truthfully, whether you wish to or not.

“Let's begin with something simple. What name do most people know you by?”

“Vicky Vixen. My birth name is Princess Victoria Prima Scelta of Esquilina.”

“Good... very good. And your boyfriend?”

"Terry Trevor."

"Does he fuck you?"

“Yes, very well... thank you.”

“Does he know of your strength?”

“Not all of them, but I beat him at arm wrestling.”

Just then, Dr. Roach placed a vibrating instrument against the gusset of her panties.

Dr. Roach smiled.

“Interesting. Now tell me something else. How does it feel to be powerless?”

Vicky hesitated.

“Strange. Frightening… for some reason, it excites me, and in some ways, it's relieving. "

“Relieving? Explain.”

“I'm always expected to save people in harm's way. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be ordinary for a change. An ordinary woman with only my sexuality as my superpower.”

“Fascinating,” Dr. Roach said softly. “The truth often is.”

Outside, bedlam raged, but it seemed very far away. Vicky found herself unable to think about anything except the old man studying her.

“Remarkable,” he said, while studying her intently. “Even now, you're trying to understand yourself.... Vicky, it's good to hear the truth from your painted lips. I'd love to watch those wrapped around a hard, pulsating cock. What do you think?"

"I love sucking cock, Dr. Roach. It's the power every woman has to control men."

He clicked the vibrator to medium.

“Does this feel good?”

“Yes.”

“How long has it been since you last orgasmed?”

“Too long… three months.”

“Do you want to orgasm now?”

“No,” a jolt went through her, “I mean yes.”

“Do the vibrations make you want to do anything?”

“Yes, they make me want to cum.”

“So, you want to cum for Dr. Roach?”

“God, yes, I want to cum for you. Please let me cum for you, you evil motherfucker.”

“Now, now, let’s not get too worked up, Vicky. What area do the vibrations affect?”

“My clit.”

“Anywhere else?”

“Yes, my nipples and my ass tingle a little.”

“Vee, we’re making great progress.”

Her ears filled with the constant hum between her legs, and she was oblivious to the pandemonium outside, people running amok in the streets. For once, she didn’t care what happened to those poor bastards.

“Vicky, you have great muscle tone and such soft skin. You must still work out.”

“Yes, I work out, but I have great Etruscan and Sapphic genes, too.”

Her head began to thrash from side to side.

“What is the matter? Are things getting too intense?”

“I’m so close. Please let me cum, Dr. Roach. I beg you. Let me cum for you! Please.”

She heard a click, and the vibrations stopped.

“Nooo, don’t stop. Make me cum for you.”

“Vee, I see that your panties are soaked. Poor thing, what can I do to make it better?”

“Turn it back on, please. I need to cum for you.”

“And what do I get for being so nice to you?”

“Anything, I’ll do anything you want; just let me cum.”

“Anything? You say you’ll do anything I want? What about your oath to protect the people?”

“Fuck the people, I need to cum and soon.”

After her response, she heard a click, and much to her relief, the vibrations started again.

Dr. Roach edged her toward climax several more times, and by now, Vicky was beyond desperate. Her hips thrust wildly upward, and her panties' gusset was soaked to dripping.

“My dear Vee, is there anything you want from me besides letting you cum?”

“Yes, I need to suck your cock. I want to feel it throb and twitch in my mouth. I want to feel your cum blasting into my mouth and the joy of it swimming in my stomach.”

Dr. Roach released another dozen mechanical insects, letting them crawl over her body while he held the vibrator firmly against her.

“Vee, do you want to cum for me?”

“Fuck yes! I’ll do anything… just let me come. Please!” she screamed.

Dr. Roach turned the vibrator to its highest setting. Waves of pleasure shot through Vicky like silver bullets from her gun.

“Oh my God… It’s going to be huge!”

Her legs began to tremble, and her hips bucked frantically as she sprayed a flood across the lab floor. She cried out, her body convulsing with the force of her climax, then collapsed unconscious.

Dr. Roach stared at her in amazement.

“Well, what a mess she’s made. I’ll have to mop all this up. We wouldn’t want someone slipping and busting their ass.”

He adjusted his glasses and smiled to himself.

“Now I know that Officer Vicky Vixen is a squirter. That information may come in handy someday.”