The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 06

Hax beamed proudly around as if it was he who had done all the work.

"Give us the basic idea, Doctor." Giovanni said.

Rob ignored the nickname and continued. He spent the next half hour explaining the composition of the outer skin and why his blades were able to slice through. He did not know enough about Giovanni's power to explain how he defeated them but he reminded himself to find that out later. Rob then went on to describe the inner workings of the robots and how they contained a skeletal and nervous system similar to humans but ten times as strong. This, he explained, allowed the robots to have quicker reflexes and greater strength then normal humans.

The most important thing he told them was that the brain of the robots was located in their chest cavity, something Wraith had predicted and he then confirmed. The head served as the location of all the main sensors (visual, auditory, atmospheric) but the robot could rely on more basic senses if the head was removed. Thus, Rob explained, the only way to kill the robots was to destroy the chest cavity.

"I'm confident we can all develop methods to get through the skin using our various powers." Rob assured him after receiving discouraging looks, "They aren't immortal."

"Well how long do you think we have to develop these skills?" Brick asked, "I mean they could attack any minute."

"They won't." came Giovanni's voice from the head of the table.

"How do you know, boss?" Turbo asked in his southern drawl.

"Because I know the man who sent them and he's smarter than that." Giovanni answered, scanning the Corps.

Looks of puzzlement appeared on a number of members' faces and Rob realized that he was privy to information not everyone else was.

"Who?" Turbo asked.

"Engineer."

A collective murmur went through the small crowd.

"I thought he went insane, how could he manage this?" The girl next to Nurse Sweet pointed out.

"Insane does not mean stupid." Giovanni explained, "Plus he had help."

There was another round of murmuring.

Giovanni continued over the din, "A new threat has arisen and it was through the efforts of Nurse Sweet that I was able to discern the source of it." He pressed a button and two images appeared on a monitor behind him; the first was a page filled with scribbling and the other was a map of a city with one building outlined in red. "This page was left behind by Engineer and describes plans for a man-machine hybrid."

Rob suddenly felt very small as looks of surprised and even revulsion passed over the faces of some members.

"I became concerned immediately after reading this and by the time I took action Engineer was long gone. I then used the efforts of Sleuth," he indicated a very tall, very thin man with a pointed goatee and a curled mustache wearing a coat resembling Sherlock Holmes', "and Wraith to track down his last known location."

Rob found Sleuth exceedingly funny looking and had to stifle a laugh. Nurse Sweet's food connected with his shin and his laugh died immediately in his throat as Giovanni continued, "From there we used eyewitness testimonies to track him down to this building." he indicated the red building, "This is Sydney Enterprises in downtown Savannah, Georgia."

"So these things came from Savannah?" Turbo voiced.

Nurse Sweet took over from there, "No. He was moved to a facility outside of New Orleans called Ark Chemicals. This is where Giovanni placed me, knowing that Engineer wouldn't recognize me because I was the newest member. I witnessed horrible experiments there, but was able to determine their plan."

Rob noticed she neglected to tell the group that was where she rescued him, but he figured there must be a good reason so he neglected to raise the point.

Nurse Sweet glanced at Giovanni, who gave her a slight nod. She continued, "Trapjaw is a villain we never encountered before and is an extremely ruthless and dangerous one. He wants to control the world, and he believes that an army of man-machine hybrids is just the way to do it. At first I thought it was never going to work...but then one day it did. I left Ark Chemicals and returned to the Corps. One month later, last night, we were attacked by the very things Trapjaw pledged to create and if it wasn't for Rob or Giovanni, we wouldn't be here."

Again Rob found himself subject to the stares of ten pairs of eyes; some friendly, some quizzical, and at least a few untrusting.

The girl with the spiky hair said in an tone that lacked any warmth, "Um, Giovanni?"

"Yes, Sublime?"

"Where exactly did, what did you call him, the Doctor come from?"

"It's Ro-" but he was cut off.

"He came from the same place all of you did." Giovanni said, staring straight into Sublime's eyes, "He came from a place he didn't belong. The Corps is a sanctuary for people like him...like all of us...and all you need to know is I trust him with my life, and for obvious reasons."

That seemed to shut Sublime up and prevented anyone else present from asking the same question.

"That's all for now. Thank you for coming as quick as possible. I know we're all exhausted and on edge, but we're safe down here so get some rest and be ready to work tomorrow morning." Giovanni paused for his instructions to set in before saying, "Dismissed."

Chairs were pushed from the table and the monitors went dark. Rob remained seated as the other members exited the Conference Room. A few gave him a pat on the back, and Sublime began talking with Nurse Sweet in a serious voice.

"You are a mystery, boy." Turbo said as he got up, "I should've known you was different when you handled that Camaro like a pro first time out."

Rob just smiled at the man and Turbo took that as his hint to leave him alone for the time being. Although Giovanni had defended his position in the Corp, Rob couldn't help but feel that he had skirted around the issue of where he came from. Did he think that people wouldn't accept him? He thought this was a place he could start anew, but maybe there was nowhere he could be normal...

"Something on your mind, Doctor?" Nurse Sweet teased from across the table.

"Oh, nothing, just daydreaming." Rob said, though the look on Nurse Sweet's face told him she knew that wasn't true.

"Well, I'd like you to meet Sublime. We were initiated around the same time." She said and the spiky haired girl held her hand out to Rob from across the table.

"Sorry if I made you feel unwelcome." She apologized, "I can sometimes come off as cold."

Rob smiled inwardly, "Yeh, I know someone else like that." He glanced at Nurse Sweet, "But I bet you're a really nice person, nice to meet you." He gripped her hand firmly and shook, not entirely shocked to find her hand was ice cold.

Giovanni had been speaking with Hax in stern tones but was now finished with him. "Excuse me." He said and approached Giovanni.

"Doctor..." he said after noticing Rob's approach.

"Stop that."

"Everyone gets a code name. You think Nurse Sweet was born with that name?"

"Well I don't like it."

"Too bad." That ended the argument, "What do you need?"

"I couldn't help but notice you wouldn't tell them what I was." Rob said in a hushed tone; Sublime was still there talking with Nurse Sweet.

"We just got attacked by robots, I didn't think it would be the best time to tell them we were employing one."

"Is that all I am? A machine?"

"You're not being fair, Doctor. You know you're more than that...it's just the members are only human. Besides, I'm pretty sure Hax suggested it when he told them all about your...upgrade."

"Oh, he said you might not like that, but we needed SOMETHING."

"It was stupid and dangerous. You could have killed yourself." Giovanni said, but didn't see the need to push the issue further. "What are your plans today?"

"Well while the rest of you sleep I'll draw up plans on how to beat the robots. I just need details on the members' powers and abilities."

"They're in the Mainframe." Giovanni said.

Rob searched his mind for what he needed and was rewarded with a rush of information, "Found it."

"Good. Anything else you need?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Then I'll see you later." He nodded his goodbye and walked out of the room.

Sublime had left, leaving Nurse Sweet and Rob alone to talk.

"You okay?" she asked, "If this is about Giovanni catching us..."

"No, it's not that...it's just I tonight's meeting made me feel so...inhuman. The way we talked about the robots was like they were monsters...but they're the same as me."

Nurse Sweet smiled at him and gave him a small kiss on the lips, "They are NOT the same as you! You are so human, Rob, it's not even funny." she patted him gently on the cheek.

"Its Doctor now, thanks." He smiled, and kissed her back.

"New uniform?" she asked and trailed light fingers down his chest and stomach.

"It's growing on me." He laughed.

"Hot." She chided, "Coming to bed? I'm beat."

"I've got a lot of work to do...the burdens of being a genius."

"And it's only been a couple of hours." She joked, "I guess I'll see you later then."

"See you."

Nurse Sweet turned and opened one of the double doors. Just as she was about to leave she looked over her shoulder and called, "Love you." and disappeared.

The words hit Rob like a ton of bricks. After registering them he smiled and returned to the Lab to work; a song in his artificial heart.

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Stress was never a good thing for the aspiring overlord; and Trapjaw was very, very stressed. The defeat of the Bio-B0ts coupled with the news that he'd have to wait even longer to take out the troublesome Corps was weighing heavily on his shoulders. He had spent the entire night after they were defeated trying to scrounge enough monetary resources to produce another batch of Bio-B0ts. If he poured too much money into Ark Chemicals the IRS would start sniffing around looking for money laundering. The previous injection from Sydney Enterprises had been too recent for Trapjaw to take any significant amount out, so he resolved to have to wait longer still to build up his army.

Sydney had done him the graces of building the company for him, but Trapjaw was now faced with the problem of not only running a large corporation but also fulfilling his own sinister ambitions. M1mic had gone over well and no one was alerted of Sydney's sudden departure. The special Bio-B0t was good for public appearances, but the brunt of Sydney's responsibilities now fell on Trapjaw's shoulders.

It was early the morning after the attack on the Corps that Trapjaw found himself leaned over in his chair, his elbows resting on his legs and his head in his hands.

He needed a distraction and had long since called for one.

Sighing, Trapjaw stood from his chair and entered the annex of his office. Smiling underneath his mask, Trapjaw was pleased to find his request had been fulfilled, and he removed his white jacket, tossing it to the floor.

A gorgeous blond was on his bed dressed in a simple black skirt with matching black stockings and a red pullover blouse, spread eagle, restraints holding her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed-frame. She was gagged, and she held her head up to view her captor, her eyes staring at him; full of fear. Trapjaw suspected the mask didn't help, but then again, he liked to see the fear in their eyes.

"My dear, you look absolutely terrified." He said, sneering at his prey.

The girl said something from behind her gag but all that came out were muffled sounds.

"You'll have to speak up." Trapjaw teased.

Instead of responding the girl pulled against the restraints, but they held strong. Supporting her head became too much of a chore, so she let it fall back onto the mattress in resignation.

Trapjaw approached the bed and leaned over the helpless girl to release her gag. Immediately she tried to scream but he placed a strong hand firmly over her mouth.

"Scream and I'll gag you again." He grabbed something from the nightstand without looking and held it out. It was a red ball gag and the look in the girl's eyes told him she wouldn't be a problem for fear of the uncomfortable device.

He removed his hand and the girl said softly, "I know you."

"I suspect you do. I have seen you many times with Sydney."

"I'm his secretary...what's going on here?" she asked, trying to be brave but betraying herself through her trembling voice.

"I'm stressed. You're going to make me less stressed." He explained in a cold voice.

"What..." the words sunk in and she suddenly became livelier, "No! You can't! Sydney will find out...you'll be fired!" she struggled against her bonds as her voice grew louder and more frantic.

Trapjaw held up the ball gag again and the girl fell quiet, whimpering softly, "I don't think Sydney will mind. Besides, you might actually enjoy it."

The girl moaned, "Please don't..."

"Any more protesting and I'll gag you and make sure this is very un-enjoyable. Understood?" Trapjaw threatened; his voice suddenly very harsh.

The girl nodded and closed her eyes, fighting back tears.

"Now, tell me your name and I'll tell you the name you'll be screaming out soon enough."

She kept her eyes shut as she sobbed, "Melody."

"Lovely name; you can call me Trapjaw." He began rummaging in the draw of the nightstand and pulled out a pair of scissors.

The movement caused Melody to open her eyes and they widened at the sight of the sharp utensil.

"Relax or you'll end up hurting yourself." Trapjaw warned.

He moved to the foot of the bed and climbed up; kneeling between Melody's outstretched legs. She visibly shook as Trapjaw began cutting away her skirt, starting at the hem and being careful when he reached her hip.

Melody almost jumped with the cold steel touched the skin just above her thigh but remembered the dangers in doing so and restrained herself. With a final *click* Trapjaw cut through the skirt's waistband. He separated the material and pulled the front of it away, exposing her black, thigh high stockings with matching black lace panties and garter belt. Her blouse had ridden up slightly during her struggles and the creamy white of her skin peaked between it and the garter.

Trapjaw pulled the remains of the skirt out from underneath her and said, "Now me," and undid his tie, throwing it onto the floor beside his jacket. He then began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the tan skin underneath with each one undone.

When he finally removed his shirt completely Melody couldn't help but admire his hard, masculine physique. He was lean, without an ounce of fat and his muscles were well defined. A thin but uniform patch of wiry hair covered his chest and abdominals, thinning out near the waist of his pants.

Unsettling warmth began growing in her at the sight and she scolded herself for responding to a common rapist. Her reproaching thoughts were cut off when she felt the cold steel of the scissors just below her naval. Small tingles of electricity raced from the spots the instrument touched, starting from her naval and continuing up in between her breasts and over her collarbone. After he finished his first cut, Trapjaw slid his scissors over the hem of her shoulder and split the sleeve of her blouse before doing the same to the other side.

Trapjaw unwrapped the remains of her blouse as if unwrapping a present. He felt a familiar stirring in his groin as the creamy, smooth skin of the blond was revealed to him. He chuckled to himself as Melody turned her head from him, ashamed at her nakedness. The villain knew her dirty little secret but he wondered if she knew he did.

After removing her blouse from her body, Trapjaw stood taller on his knees and started to undo his belt, "You're going to want to pay attention, Melody."

Something beyond her control made her turn her head back to watch the man before her remove his pants. As he began to lower them, she noticed a massive bulge in the man's underwear which she knew was his cock. The size of it looked to be too much for her to handle, but then again she didn't know...she was still a virgin.

Trapjaw wrest himself out of his pants and then swooped down on his pray, covering her small body in his. At first she resisted but he pressed harder and she stopped struggling.

Melody could feel the hardness of his muscles and the heat of his skin on hers. The wiry hairs that covered his torso tickled her not altogether unpleasantly and a flush of warmth spread through her core.

"Oh god." She thought, "He's right...I'm going to enjoy this...or at least my body is."

"Getting hot are we?" Trapjaw said into her ear.

He ground his budge roughly against her panties and she let out a low moan...it felt exquisite. She had never felt anything so solid against her sex and the feeling initiated a flow of moisture. Trapjaw raised his upper body, exposing her bra-clad breasts. He slowly continued to ground his hard bulge against her mound as he used the scissors he had left next to her to cut the straps holding her bra together.

Melody almost didn't notice through the sensation on her slit as her bra was removed until a hand grabbed one of her large breasts roughly. The hand cupped her breast and then seized a nipple, pinching and rolling it until it stood up. The heat in her stomach was growing and any thoughts of resisting were slowly fading away.

Another hand found her other breast and she let out a low moan of arousal at the added sensation. Her cunt was leaking profusely now, soaking both her panties and the front of Trapjaw's underwear in her arousal. She arched her back upward, pressing her breasts into her captor's hands, willing him to touch her...that was his cue.

All of a sudden the sensations stopped and Melody opened her eyes, not remembering closing them, to find Trapjaw standing at the foot of the bed, his strikingly blue eyes staring at her through the only holes in his mask.

Some of her senses returned and she remembered that she was tied to a bed against her will about to have her cherry popped by a rapist...a strong, masculine rapist. NO! she told herself. This was wrong...but the feelings she had just been experiencing felt so right.

Trapjaw watched as his victim's id and superego grappled with each other. Although it was exceedingly fun to watch, there was a growing need building within him and it needed release sooner rather than later. He slipped his boxers from his waist, letting his cock spring free. Pre-cum dripped from the tip and he smiled beneath his mask as Melody's eyes went wide with a mixture of surprise and lust.

He knew what side of Melody's subconscious had won when he witnessed her hips buck violently upward at the sight of his cock, "Say it." He commanded.

There need not have been any explanation or argument, her body and long-repressed desires had already won the battle. The decisive blow came when Melody whispered, "Fuck me."

"Louder...and I might let you go." Trapjaw teased.

"FUCK...ME!" there was no buildup, just a single burst of pent up lust released in two simple words.

'It's always the virgins...' Trapjaw mused to himself as he undid the restraints on her ankles, 'So much pent up desire just waiting to be released.' He released her wrists and waited.

"You may leave if you want." Trapjaw said, motioning to the door, "No one will stop you."

For a fleeting second Melody thought about running, but the need inside her was too great by now...she needed to be fucked by this man, "No...please...fuck me..." she breathed and bucked her hips slowly.

"Come here." He ordered and motioned to a spot in front of him.

Melody obeyed, coming from the bed and standing before him, her head barely reaching her chest. She stood anxiously rubbing her thighs together, the need becoming almost painful.