Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Lord of Darkness Chapter 1
LORD OF DARKNESS
By Lennon Karma, a loyal fan of Mandark
Introduction
At last, his family came to rest once more. This was not his idea, and it would never have been. Shyly running inside his new home, he gazed grimly out the window as his parents unloaded the van. While it was nice to live somewhere that didn’t have wheels under it for a change, he wanted to remain separate from this lower humanity. The social ladder of the teen world. He loathed it. Shaking his head, the shimmering ebony curtain that was his hair fell to his shoulders. And his family. Where to begin? His parents’ first offense took the form of his birth name, Susan.
This alone was reason for him to feel this way. Susan he was, as he was known by no other name. As if this wasn’t enough, tack on the moving and the peace and love, tying down Susan’s dark plans. Add a younger sister, Olga, who despised him, and made his every waking moment a nightmare. He shuddered to think of her. He had to get away. He had tried to do so many times before, but had never succeeded. Back in Flowertopia, a kindly neighbor had always returned him, or Olga had ratted him out. But he had to try. At least until he could build himself a refuge: a lab.
Chapter 1
Mandark’s Laboratory
Susan crept silently out the front door, and began to make his way down the street. “Mother! Father!” a shrill voice cawed, “Susan’s trying to run away again!” Catching his son firmly by the wrist, Susan’s father, Wind Bear, a tall slender man with gleaming black hair like his own, calmly led him back to the house. “Now, Susan, our travels are over. Ocean Bird, honey, please make Susan and Olga some tofu cakes. I’m sure they’re starved after the long trip.” Susan’s hopeless, longing eyes matched the bright, cheery ones of his mother, Ocean Bird. “Come on in everybody,” she said. “I’ll make tofu cakes, your favorite, Wind Bear!” They then made their way inside, followed by Olga, who gave Susan a less than playful jab in the side. Would he never be free?
It seemed not. After a family meditation, Ocean Bird insisted that Susan go outside to “bond with nature.” Susan hoped it was an opportunity to escape the horror that was his family, but not so. “Olga,” said Wind Bear. “Why don’t you go outside with your brother?” Under his breath, as if Susan couldn’t hear him, he said, “Keep an eye on Susan. Make sure he doesn’t try to run away.” “Sure,” she hissed.
Susan shrank down into a corner of his new yard, planning his secret haven, and hoping Olga wouldn’t see him. Unfortunately, Olga was more observant than that. Grasping the nape of his neck and squeezing menacingly she whispered, “If you try to run away again, I’ll break your nerdy face. Got it?” Breaking out in a cold sweat paralyzed Susan’s speech. He nodded fearfully, and Olga rammed him into the ground. Still shaken with fear, Susan shivered and inadvertently looked into the next yard.
Could it be? Was it really there, or was it his fear taking over? It was real. A pure white robot, at least 10 feet tall, stood in the yard and a boy with fiery red hair stood at the side of the towering structure screwing in a bolt. Olga wasn’t looking. Carefully sneaking into the yard, Susan looked in awe up at the robot. Science. Stroking its chrome, he felt a shiver up his spine. Then, the red haired boy, less than half Susan’s height spoke. Well, scolded.
“Hey, hey, hey! Hands off! This is a pivotal scientific discovery, which I, Dexter, Boy Genius must finish.” he shouted in a thick German accent. The words slipped right off Susan. “I love science. It’s just with Mother and Father, and the moving around, and the love5” Losing patience, Dexter replied dryly, “Yes, yes, I’m sure your life story is very entertaining, but I am busy. Good bye, little girl.” Slightly confused, Susan smiled, responding, “I’m not a little girl, I’m a little boy.” Looking Susan up and down suspiciously, Dexter asked a question with no right answer. “What is your name?” What would he say? He couldn’t tell this smirking boy his real name, but what else could he do? “My name is5Susan.” He said quietly. Something about Dexter’s laugh spurred an explosion in Susan. Racing home, he flew in the front door and up the stairs up to his new room, where piles of unpacked boxes lay scattered all over the floor. It was time for a complete transformation.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror was more than he could bear. All he saw was Susan. The first thing to be done was to free himself from his prison of pink clothing. Shredding his shirt to pieces after he ruthlessly slashed it from his body, he felt a new Susan coming to power. His pink shorts and sandals had to go as well. But what to wear now? His selection was practical: a long sleeved white dress shirt, navy shorts, oxfords. Better. But something had to be done with his hair, which fell past his shoulders. Susan whipped out a jagged, gleaming knife. He sliced off his raven hair into a bowl cut, conforming perfectly to his head. As a finishing touch, he cut a tiny “M” shaped mark into the hair on one side of his face. Complete. Except for one missing element. To fully live out his dreams, he could no longer be “Susan.” He needed a name that would honor the fact that he was nearly a man, not a little girl. He wasn’t one to frolic in the sun; he was a denizen of the dark. Coming to his solution, he cried out the name, “MANDARK!”
It was a success. Stepping out into the hall a new man, he felt he could conquer the world. That was on his agenda, but his plans would have to wait until he could build the perfect lab, which would serve as a scientific facility for his experiments and plans for take-over, but it would also be his sanctuary from his parents and Olga. Which was what he needed right now. “Wait until Mother sees your hair, Susan! You’re going to be grounded forever!” Olga cackled, heading to her room. Well, she was gone, now. What could go wrong?
She was right. “Susan! What did you do to your hair?” his mother asked. Looking at the wood floor, he mumbled, “I cut it.” Ocean Bird disapproved, but since there was nothing to be done about it, she tried her best to understand it. “Well, Susan, I guess5” Once again, Mandark’s anger flared up. “My name is Mandark, dammit!” He said, shamelessly. “No, dear, it’s Susan.” Ocean Bird cooed, confused. He must be stressed because of the move. She thought. “Susan, I understand that you need to express yourself. Just don’t hurt anyone.” She said. At last, he was on the road to his freedom. Now he had 5 weeks to build himself a lab before school started. Then he would have his chance to put Dexter to shame after their first, odious encounter.
He set to work immediately. Forced to start from scratch because of his parents’ opposition to technology, he had to make certain every bolt, every scrap of metal, every single element was used to its full potential. He began with a structural dome, a brittle shell from which discovery would hatch. As time passed, he added a tall tower, and several other various facilities. At last, the framework was complete. Now his next task would be the actual construction of science.
Two days before school was scheduled to begin, it was ready. His haven of science and sanctuary was a reality. Mandark’s chance to show Dexter what science really meant drew near. This was it. Now, after weeks of laborious construction and calculated experimentation, he could revel in his successes, past and future.
Yet another success. Mandark had achieved his goal of taking over the school’s scientific realm. Now, as the tempest outside blew debris against his window, he sprawled out across his bed to enjoy the glamour of the moment. His life had never been better: his completed lab gave him the outlet for his inner fire, which desperately required an outlet to unleash itself. Science: he was a quiet creator, he never actually unleashed fire, but tended it, nurtured it. For once, he was at peace.
Well, he was always at peace thinking of her. Surely an angel from heaven, DeeDee. Her glowing smile, her long, slender legs5 he could feel himself getting a hard-on at the thought of her. Ever since she had passed him in the hall that day, the flowery smell of her golden hair stayed with him, he was enchanted. She was the light in his dark world. He would do anything to be with her.
Mandark’s mind was laced with thoughts of DeeDee. He dreamed of himself with her late at night in a hotel room overlooking a large glowing city. He would lie down on the bed, and she would remove his shirt from his bony, fragile structure. She would press herself against him, leaning in for a delectable kiss5
Unfortunately, his peace of mind did not last as long as he would have liked. “You perverted geek!” Olga. She was all that could return him to himself. “Susan,” she sighed, “You’ll be a virgin forever at this rate! You are so desperate, fantasizing about your little blonde Barbie Doll!” Olga stood on tiptoes, mimicking DeeDee’s voice. Embarrassed, Mandark’s face went bright red. Deceivingly strong for her size, Olga yanked Mandark roughly to the floor. Even his lab couldn’t save him now.
Olga shoved him into the wall, and he crumpled to the floor. Seeing the wild fear in his eyes, Olga closed in on him. Kicking him sharply in the ribs, she knocked the wind out of him, and his dark form lay still, little more than a silhouette against his dark, menacing walls. As he regained consciousness, he struggled to rise and escape, but discovered that he couldn’t see. Everything was fuzzy, like being in a bright light. Then his question was answered with another question. “Looking for these?” Olga dangled his glasses in front of his face, tauntingly. Making a grab for them, Mandark received nothing but another kick in the ribs. In a confused panic, he flailed his arms to try to find his glasses, but to no avail. Then, he heard what seemed to him to be Olga’s distant laughing and an ominous crunch. To his surprise and happiness, he heard her footsteps making their way to the door. “Have fun, Susan.” She spat out, sarcastically, leaving Mandark alone with his thoughts and his broken glasses.
Later, with his glasses taped and thoughts collected, he still felt the dull throbbing sensation in his ribs. Stroking them gently, he wondered if maybe he really did need to escape. From Olga, from his disapproving parents, who now certainly knew about his erotic fantasies. But what could he do? Now 16, he felt like little more than one big hormone some days. That was it. He made up his mind to run away.
Leaving his lab was little price to pay for escaping the family in which he had never truly belonged. He threw on his shirt and a light jacket, and prepared for his trek. Climbing down a vine outside his window, he touched the ground lightly, and darted off into the night.
He had no idea where he was going, but wherever it was it would be far away from his “family”. Far away from Olga. But most importantly, far away from Dexter. Mandark felt a soft mist on his face. He ignored it at first, assuming it was his own sweat, only to realize that it was starting to rain. Quickly, he found shelter in an old warehouse on the edge of a lake that had been abandoned for years. He sat down on the floor, wiping his glasses and shivering, looking out at the large droplets of water crashing against the walls of the warehouse and coming through the broken glass.
In the dark room, lit only by the dim glow of the moon from outside, his large emerald eyes flitted around nervously. Where was he? Insecurity roared piteously inside him in his loneliness. His breath came in short gasps; his heart was in his mouth. Emotions built up from years of being misunderstood and treated as an outcast came surging out. A tear on his cheek mixed with rain catches a glint of light. Wiping his eyes, he remembered his glory day only hours before, how he had felt on top of the world, a conqueror, and now, little more than the ground floor where he knelt, whimpering in the dark after years and opportunities lost. All this time he had lied to himself, he was no conqueror, not the Lord of Darkness as he had long envisioned, he was nothing. If only he could go back, if only he had one chance to change it5 Why bother? He snarled to himself. It will only fall apart again, blow up in my face. He laughed, not in humor, but in hatred, anger. The sound was not quite human, and he felt ready to depart once more. Not to another destination, not even home again. This time, he truly knew where he was going. He was preparing to take the journey he had truly considered many times before. Snatching his pocket knife from his pocket, he held it up, watching it flicker and gleam in the light. “At last,” he concluded, stroking the knife, “I understand.” Tenderly, he traced the knife in a thin path across his left wrist. Claret blood escaped from his body just as he wished he would. As the blood trickled out in the M shaped path he had created, he fell to his knees once more. Suddenly, the door of the warehouse flew open, but he simply assumed it was the wind. He closed his eyes, took one more shuddery breath, and was still.