Fall of The Tower 1
by Fin
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INTRODUCTION
Alone.
Naked.
Blindfolded.
Cuffed to a chair.
Surrounded by an impenetrable force field.
Deep within the heart of enemy territory.
Sure, the situation had never been worse.... but The Tower remained undaunted nonetheless!
He was a hero!
No, not just a hero...
He was The Hero!
The unbelievably handsome, incredibly musceled hunk had conquered so many foes that he was a living legend!
Every time some evil supervillain, rogue state, or unleashed mutant army threatened the world, The Tower had been there to vanquish them. Over and over again. Until eventually "The Tower" had become a name both revered and hated around the globe.
With his dashing good looks, drool worthy built physique, and commanding presence, The Tower was the default hero for every citizen to adore! The man had no equal!
So how had he ended up here? In such a dire situation?
Actually The Tower couldn't quite remember.
And that fact was the first about this predicament that actually had him worried!
It was almost as if he was drugged!
But that could not be!
Such a thing was impossible!
Not even a molecule, not even a photon, could penetrate his skin! The Tower was completely impervious to all harm.
Invincible from head to toe, the man had never once experienced any sort of pain in all of his 35 years of life. Bullets and bombs... death rays and daggers... no matter what sort of weapon was aimed at his massive 8 foot tall body, all would bounce off his furry frame without leaving nary a nick or a scratch.
Invulnerable.
Undefeatable.
Beyond victorious.
So even as he sat naked, chained, hooded, and captive, The Tower was not truly in any real danger! His might powers would keep him totally safe!
But as the gorgeous bound invincible man struggled to collect his scattered thoughts, the hero began to feel uncharacteristic foreboding.
Eventually the truth became clear, even in this state.
Somehow the unthinkable had occured.
Somehow his enemies had found a weapon that could breach his awesome defenses!
How else could he be so confused?
How else could he have no memory!?
Feeling unusually frusterated, The Tower called out into the darkness!
"I've had enough of this! Show yourselves cowards!"
His deep manly voice echoed off the chamber walls around him.
"I think you'll find Tower, that you're no longer in any position to be giving orders," came an answer out of the black. "Ever again to anyone, in fact."
The Tower growled. He did not like to be taunted.
He was a man!
A winner!
A leader!
"Once I'm free of these chains, you won't be so smug, you bastard!" shouted the beautiful manacled hero. "No one can defeat The Tower!"
Laughter filled the room, in response.
Confident laughter.
"No one... until now, Tower!" continued the mysterious voice. "Guards! Remove the prisoner's hood. Let our "hero" look for the first time on the faces of his new masters!"
Within seconds the darkness surrounding The Tower retreated into glaring brightness.
Blinking his eyes, the handsome hunk was soon able to see once again.
The muscular man was chained in the center of a windowless cement room. Only one exit visible.
Most likely underground. A room built to withstand a detonation. Or contain one...
And more importantly... he was not alone.
On the far wall, a row of computer consoles was attached to several dish arrays all aimed in his direction, monitoring every last readout of the hero that his captors could manage. Standing in front of them though, was a large bald man in a lab coat, smiling intensely at his victim. Flanking him on all sides were guards armed to the teeth. Not that their measely weapons could harm The Tower though.
"Welcome to your new home Tower!" called out the obese doctor. "I trust you find your new accomodations comfortable, slave."
The Tower grimaced in the cold steel chair that held his naked muscular body. While his powers kept the hero safe from harm, he had only been gifted with great strength, not invincible might. He would have to wait for the right moment to attempt an escape. Until then, they were in a standoff, or so the hero thought.
"You can't scare me, you criminal, whatever your name is," taunted The Tower back at his foe, "You all look alike to me!"
The fat man's smile did not fade in the slightest.
"I can only but guarantee you will remember mine, Tower," spoke the doctor. "I am The Doctor."
"How original," replied The Tower.
"It suits me just fine," said The Doctor in return as he approached the center of the room to stand just outside the thrumming force field. "It does explain how you are in here."
The Doctor tapped his skull as he spoke, and grinned once more.
The Tower grew angry.
"What have you done to me!" the hero growled.
"Only what had to be done Tower. Only what had to be done," answered The Doctor. "You've displeased too many for too long, boy. Powerful men. Violent men. It seems that they joined together to form some sort of consortium. One large enough to afford my services."
A group of supervillains dedicated just to thwarting him? That was enough to give even The Tower pause.
"And what exactly do you do?" The Tower pressed again in search of the reason for how he had been taken captive.
"I am particle physicist," smiled the rotund man menacingly. "I know that might not sound too dastardly, but just look what science can do in the right hands."
The Doctor gestured to the naked bound hero before him, then continued on.
"Your body, the miracle that it is, boy, does not allow foriegn energy to breach beyond its surface," said The Doctor as he thumbed a remote to turn off the force field.
"An impenetrable wall to anything in this universe," continued the vile fat man as he rested his sweaty palms on The Tower's muscular shoulders. "But I know of universes far beyond this one, dear boy."
The Doctor stared directly down into the hero's eyes.
"You could say it's my specialty."
Whatever the madman had done, it had worked. The Tower still felt what he thought must have been dizziness, never having felt anything like it before.
"With the technology I have developed, I am able to send electromagnetic waves through the dimensional barriers between worlds. And then back again to ours. Anywhere I please. Like inside your brain for example, Tower."
So it was true then!
The man that could not be harmed... had finally been scratched!
"It's going to take more than a fainting spell to stop me, Doctor!" shouted The Tower at his enemy.
"Indeed, quite so," said the large bald man with a frown. "Do you know how much power is required to maintain the state you are in?"
"A nuclear reactor?" answered the hero in a snarl.
"Three in fact," replied The Doctor with a sigh. "And look how little it does in the end. Nothing more than a headache!"
"I think you'll find The Tower does not fall easily, Doctor."
"But fall you will boy! And the crash will be most pleasing to all, rest assured."
The two just stared at each other unblinking. Enemies to their core. Enemies in a fight to the death!
The Doctor then started to move his hands resting on The Tower's meaty bare shoulders, almost as if massaging them.
"I know you can't feel this Tower. That the abilities that keep you safe from harm, also prevent you from feeling anything at all. The sting of a knife, or the caress of a lover. What an ironic tragedy, don't you think?"
"I think I'll take it, in this circumstance," said The Tower eyeing The Doctor unevenly, as the man continued to touch his exposed skin.
"But would you, really?" questioned The Doctor, his eyebrows peaked in interest. "Would you really turn down the call of sex, if you ever felt it for the first time? At the age of 35, would it really matter to your body if it was someone as repulsive as me that would be the one to give it pleasure?"
"I'm not gay, Doctor," answered The Tower blankly at his captor.
"And as I said, Tower, it will not matter."
The two foes continued their staredown silently, before The Doctor began once again.
"You see, boy, a superhero is more than just his powers. What makes one super, also lies in their will."
The Doctor's evil smile returned.
"And that is what I am going to take from you boy. When you feel what you have been missing all these long years, Tower, you will thank me for what I have done to you. You will beg me for more!"
"Never!" shouted the hero caught off gaurd by the strange attack.
"We shall see, Tower. We shall see."