Choose Your Own Pleasure 06 - Be The Supervillian

Be the Supervillain
By
Shon Richards
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are
the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual events, locales, and persons, living or dead, is
coincidental.
This book also contains scenes of unsafe, graphic and explicit sex in a fantasy
context. Some scenes deal with topics that may be uncomfortable or
unacceptable in some cultures.
Copyright © 2020 Shon Richards
http://shonrichards.com/
Cover image © Martin Malchev | Dreamstime.com
Cover image edited GiGi Roquentin
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ATTENTION! THIS STORY HAS CHOICES!
There are multiple paths in this story with many different endings! This story
will make no sense if you just read it like a normal book. At the end of each
section, you will be given choices on how you would like to continue. Touch
the choice you want and you will be transported to the next part of the story.
If you see The End, then you have reached the end of your story. Touch “The
End” and you will be taken back to the beginning again.
Touching the “Back” arrow on your Kindle should take you back to the last
choice you made. If it doesn’t, then it is probably the fault of jealous
gladiators sabotaging your Kindle.
The Origin of the Temptress!
Five years ago, a glowing asteroid flew close to the earth, bathing the planet
in unknown radiation. For most people this radiation had no effect except for
turning the sky a pleasant shade of purple for ten minutes. Little did they
know that others, less than one in a million people, had their lives altered
forever.
The radiation changed those affected in weird and unpredictable ways. For
many, their bodies became much stronger, tougher and greater than they were
before. Some developed amazing powers like the ability to shoot lasers from
their hands or the power to move objects with their minds. Others became
super-geniuses, creating new breakthroughs in science with just an
afternoon’s work. Overnight, a new generation of super-humanity was
created.
You are one of these Super-Humans. On the day of the Purple Sky, you were
at home, passionately rubbing your favorite vibrator against your pussy. At
the moment of your climax, a purple glow emanated from your body.
Muscles formed and bulged in seconds. Your breasts grew before your eyes.
Unwanted weight vanished from your body. You floated in the air, still
shuddering from your climax. In a moment of panic, you broke your vibrator
with your new super-strength.
Over the next couple of days, you took inventory of your new abilities. In
addition to super-strength and flight, you found that your body was tougher
than before. You are impervious to knives, car collisions and even guns.
Thankfully, you still retain your sensitivity, allowing you to enjoy the touch
of a kiss on your improved flesh.
It was while exploring your sensitivity that you discovered your most
important power. A single touch of your bare skin against someone else’s
skin induces extreme arousal in the other person. A kiss from your lips can
reduce men and women to an uninhibited horny mess. Prolonged contact, like
sitting on someone’s face, can induce an addiction for your touch that
overrides all self-control. You have become the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You quickly decided to use these new powers for your own personal
gratification. While other super-humans were dedicating themselves to public
service or quietly keeping their powers a secret, you put on a costume and
terrorized the nation. You have turned movie stars into your personal sex
toys. You have commanded public figures to humiliate themselves after
smothering them in your tits. You have no need to steal money or valuables
because people will give them to you after a single kiss of your lips. The old
you no longer exists. You have given up your name and taken on a new one.
You are now, the Temptress!
Why are you such a bad person? Caitlin Cole, the famous internet reporter,
says you were always a selfish woman with deviant desires. Beloved super-
human and hero of the city, True Blue, says that absolute power corrupted
you absolutely. Only you know for sure if you were always this wicked or if
it is a change brought upon by the weird asteroid that gave you your powers.
Most days, you are having too much fun to care.
Today you live in Pinnacle City, a sprawling metropolis on the east coast of
the United States. More specifically, you live in a penthouse apartment that
belongs to tech billionaire, Geoff Flatt. The billionaire is currently naked and
serving as your footstool as you sit on a French throne you stole from the
Pinnacle Museum of History. You are watching the sun go down over the
skyline of the city while sipping thousand-dollar champagne.
“Temptress,” Geoff whines. “Will you let me come today?”
You smirk and look down at the naked man before you. Geoff is a decent-
looking man in his mid-thirties. If he brushed his curly brown hair once in a
while, he might actually look cute. He is on his hands and knees, facing you
while your ankles rest on his thin shoulders. There is a glazed look to his
brown eyes, probably because he is staring at your naked sex.
“I forget, when was the last time I let you come?” you say.
“Three days ago,” Geoff answers. “You jerked me off while I was on a
conference call with my shareholders.”
You smile. That was a good day. Geoff’s stuttering performance on that call
had caused his company’s stock price to drop by thirty dollars.
“Did you follow the commands I gave you for today?” you ask.
“Yes, Temptress,” Geoff says. “Per your orders, I shadow-banned the
superheroine, Ms. Justice, so that no one could see any of her posts. She’ll
have no idea why no one is responding to her.”
“Good,” you purr. “That self-righteous do-gooder is always posting pictures
of normal citizens doing good deeds. Let’s see if she is still motivated to do
that when her posts no longer go viral. What else have you done?”
“I also cancelled the million-dollar donation our company made to renovate
police stations in Pinnacle City. I had it diverted to the swiss bank account
number you gave me.”
“I don’t really need the money but fuck the police,” you say. “Anything
else?”
“Yes, Temptress. I added code to the Flutter system so that it will search for
any user making a derogatory statement about you. The bot will ban the user
for one week and give our standard ‘violates terms and services’
explanation.”
“Excellent,” you respond. “Make it so if they do it again, they lose their
account.”
“Yes, Temptress,” Geoff says.
“You have served me well, shithead,” you say.
Geoff trembles with excitement. He stares at your naked sex and licks his
lips. “Does that mean I get to come?”
You think about it. For a billionaire, he is surprisingly useful. He did
everything you asked, so letting him come would only be fair. The problem is
that you have no obligation to be fair and you have a busy night ahead of you.
Maybe you should just stroke his cock and get his reward over with.
Hmm, Geoff does look cute between your legs. Maybe you should order him
to eat your pussy. He won’t get to climax, but he should be happy enough
making sure you come.
The choice is yours.
How do you reward the billionaire for his service?
Jerk him off with my hand.
Deny him his pleasure and have him assist me with my clothes.
Pull his face between my thighs and make him lick me.
STOP!
Look, I get it. You are a supervillain and you do what you want. That is why
you went to the next page instead of clicking on one of the choices. I respect
your flagrant disregard for the concept of interactive fiction.
Just don’t expect this book to make any sense if you do that. Why don’t you
try give it another try?
How do you reward the billionaire for his service?
You lift your legs from Geoff’s shoulders and spread your legs wide. Geoff
stares in wonder at your exposed pussy. You set your legs down and beckon
him with your finger.
“Stand up, shithead,” you command.
Geoff leaps to his feet. The thin cock between his legs bounces like an eager
puppy. He almost takes a step towards you but stops just in time. He is a very
well-trained slut.
“Come here,” you say. As Geoff steps forward, you reach out and grab his
cock. The touch of your skin on his is enough to activate your power. The
thin member pulses in your hand. Geoff gasps and shudders from head to toe.
His eyes roll into the back of his and his knees go weak.
You squeeze Geoff’s cock with a tiny fraction of your super-strength. Geoff’s
eyes pop open and he whimpers in pain.
“Look at me when I have you in my hand,” you command.
Geoff stares at you with intense adoration.
You give his cock a short tug. He moans delightfully.
“You are a little dry,” you say. “Would you like me to spit on your cock?”
“Oh, God, Yes!” Geoff says.
“Hmm, but do you deserve to have me spit on your cock?” you ask.
Geoff swallows hard. “That is for you to decide, Temptress.”
“That is correct, shithead,” you say. “And for that, I will grant you my spit.”
You let go of Geoff’s cock and bring your hand to your mouth. Looking him
in the eyes, you open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue. He moans
pitifully as you slide your hand over your tongue.
“This could be your cock,” you say as you take another slow lick. “But it
isn’t, just because I choose to give you my hand today. How does that make
you feel?”
“Grateful,” Geoff whispers.
“So pathetic,” you laugh. You grip Geoff’s hard cock with your now-wet
hand. You stroke his hard length with slow short tugs.
Geoff moans louder. His hands curl into fists. He stares into your eyes; his
mouth open and panting.
“A real man would have come already,” you say.
“Sorry, Temptress,” Geoff moans.
“Do I not turn you on?” you ask.
“God, yes!” Geoff says. “You are the sexiest woman on earth!”
“Then that must mean that you are deliberately holding back,” you say. “You
are holding back on your come, your come that belongs to me.”
“Never, Temptress!” Geoff whimpers. “Maybe if you go jerk me faster-
owww!”
You squeeze Geoff’s cock until his knees shake and then resume your slow
stroking. “Are you telling me how to bring you pleasure, shithead?”
“No, no, no,” Geoff whines.
“Hmm, I believe you,” you say. “You are a stupid idiot after all. You own the
largest social media network in the world and it never occurred to you to
mine it for blackmail material until I came along. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Geoff groaned. “Everything you say is true.”
You pause in your stroking of Geoff’s cock. Your thumb runs over his
sensitive tip. A drop of precum glistens.
“Say you’re an idiot,” you command.
“I am a stupid idiot,” Geoff said. “So damn stupid.”
You laugh and resume stroking Geoff’s cock. Now you give his cock the
quick tugs he craves. He nearly bends over in pleasure.
“Well, idiot,” you say. “Quit wasting my time and come already. You have to
the count of ten and then I am done.”
“Oh God,” Geoff moans.
“Temptress,” you correct him. “One.”
You jerk Geoff’s cock a little faster.
“Two,” you say. You lean forward towards his cock and lick your lips.
Geoff whimpers but knows better than to say anything.
“Three,” you say with your mouth inches from Geoff’s tip.
Geoff moans.
“Four,” you say. Your tongue stretches out and just barely misses touching
Geoff’s cock.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Geoff babbles.
“Five,” you say as you lean back. The chance to come on your face has
passed.
Geoff sobs.
“Six,” you say. You add a twist to your stroking motion.
Geoff breathes harder. There is a shudder in his pelvis. The signs are
unmistakable.
“Seven,” you say, pointing his cock straight down while still stroking it.
Geoff whimpers. It is an uncomfortable angle for him. His face contorts in
pain but his breathing increases.
“Eight,” you say.
“Fuck!” Geoff yells. His cock erupts and sprays a line of seed onto the floor.
“Nine,” you say as you keep stroking his sensitive cock. You aim a stream of
seed onto his leg.
“Oh fuck!” Geoff whimpers. “It’s too much! It’s too much! Stop, stop, please
stop!”
“Ten,” you say and then you let go of his cock.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Geoff groans. He drops to his knees, clutching his poor cock.
“Never tell me what to do again,” you say as you stand up. “Just for that, you
won’t come for a week at least.”
“Sorry, Temptress!” Geoff says. “I’m so sorry!”
You ignore him and walk into one of the many bedrooms in the penthouse
apartment. This room is your center of operations where you plan your
crimes. The walls have maps of the city. An antique desk stolen from the
Mayor’s office holds your notes. Your costume is draped over a marble statue
of Venus that you acquired from a museum. A video screen on the far wall
rotates through various headlines of your supervillain career.
There are three crimes that you have been considering. With Geoff’s money
and social network resources, you have laid down the groundwork necessary
for success. Now it is just a matter of deciding which adventure you will have
tonight.
The first crime for consideration involves the reporter, Caitlin Cole. The
beautiful redhead has made her career interviewing heroes and writing nasty
exposes of villains. Her story on you involved interviewing three of your ex-
boyfriends from your time before you developed your powers. Each of your
ex’s lied and said you were a sex-crazed pervert. They also claimed that you
were a lousy fuck. Caitlin published their lies on her blog and received eight
different journalism awards for smearing you. The bitch has been on your shit
list ever since.
The problem was that Caitlin kept her whereabouts extremely secret. She
rarely makes public appearances and when she does, it is with heavy security.
Lucky for you, Flutter updated their system to track user’s phones without
their permission. Geoff was able to use that information to discover that
Caitlin lives in an apartment here in Pinnacle City. In fact, she lives only two
blocks away. It is past time you paid her a visit and gave her an exclusive
interview that she will never forget.
It is hard to not stare at Caitlin’s picture. Tormenting Geoff earlier has wetted
your appetite for cruelty. Caitlin’s long red hair would look perfect wound
around your fist. You would love to see some tears on those pale red cheeks
and faint freckles. Would those full lips look so smug when they are begging
for your mercy?
You tear your eyes away from Caitlin’s picture. You know where she is now.
If you don’t get her tonight, you will soon. As delicious as it would be to hurt
her, you should at least consider the other plans you have been working on.
One of those plans concerns the celebrity super-scientists, Professor Akintola
and Doctor Kubo. Professor Akintole is a handsome Nigerian with deep
brown skin and the most beautiful jawline while his wife, Doctor Kubo is a
petite Japanese woman with luxurious silky black hair. The married couple
are super-human geniuses with dozens of degrees in various sciences.
Usually they work on boring bullshit like curing cancer or reversing climate
change but last week, Geoff’s government contacts informed him that that
they would be working on a way to stop Pinnacle City’s worse super-villain,
the Temptress.
If anyone could make something to capture you, it will be these two. The
couple has secluded themselves at their private laboratory down by the docks.
The two have been working on defeating you for three days now. That is
three days too many.
You look at their pictures and smile. They make a cute couple. It is going to
be fun to teach two alleged geniuses lessons in humiliation.
Finally, you have been planning a crime of a more selfish nature. A collection
of jewelry belonging to the Egyptian Queen, Nefertiti, will be displayed at the
Melos Museum of Fine Art. The jewelry was only unearthed a few years ago
by archeologists and this will be the first time it will be shown in America.
The centerpiece of the collection is a fabulous diamond necklace in shape of
a snake. It will look wonderful around your neck!
Security at the Melos Museum will be tight but Geoff has already hacked
most of the security systems and will disable the phone system in the area so
no one can call out. The only system he couldn’t hack is a manual system
controlled by one security guard. Take care of him, and Nefertiti’s jewelry
will be yours for the taking.
There is only one problem that concerns you. The Egyptian government was
wary of lending the treasure to a foreign country but the superhero, True
Blue, swore that he would protect such an important cultural artifact. You
have no doubt that he intends to keep that promise.
Who is True Blue? He has kept his real identity a secret but he is Pinnacle
City’s greatest hero. For powers he is super-strong and just as tough. No one
knows if his excellent fighting skills are part of his powers or from some
previous training. He is an outstanding role model who frequently gives
speeches promoting tolerance, public service and helping your fellow man. In
every way, he is your moral opposite.
You study True Blue’s photo on the cover of Justice Magazine. True Blue is
dressed from neck to toe in a tight blue outfit with a blue domino mask over
his eyes. That leaves his cute mouth, short blonde hair and amazing
cheekbones exposed. You wonder if he is as dedicated to making a woman
come as he is to civil liberties.
It is time to get dressed. You walk over your costume and take it off the
statue of Venus. It is a one-piece swimsuit made of purple spandex. Some
alterations to the crotch have converted the bottom into a tight thong that
shows off your powerful buttocks. You slip the costume on and zip it up the
front. It barely contains your breasts but that is the point. In your job, you
need to get them out in a hurry to smother an unwilling enemy.
After your main costume is on, you put on your thigh-high black leather
boots. The heels on these things are ridiculous but you wouldn’t trade them
for the world. Besides, you spend most of your time flying so there is little
need to actually walk in them.
Last is your cape. It is blood red and stops just short of your marvelous ass. A
fashion designer your seduced early in your career attached quick-release
catches to your shoulders so you can dump the cape in a hurry if need be.
Heroes love to grab capes and you love the look on their face when you fly
off to freedom.
When you finish dressing, you notice Geoff standing at the doorway to your
planning room. The shithead knows better than to come in. He worships you
with his eyes while his limp cock twitches.
“You look gorgeous, Temptress,” Geoff says.
You ignore Geoff and walk out of the room. The shithead quickly moves out
of your way and goes to the balcony door. He opens it for you just in time as
you step out.
“Tonight, you may sleep on the floor in the kitchen,” you command. “Don’t
wait up for me.”
You fly into the air before Geoff can answer. You don’t care what the worm
has to say. You are already deciding what crime to commit tonight.
What evil deed will you perform tonight?
I will punish and humiliate the reporter, Caitlin Cole.
I will stop the scientist couple, Professor Akintole and Doctor Kubo.
I will steal Nefertiti’s jewels from the Melos Museum and risk meeting True
Blue.
“No,” you say.
Geoff moans with despair. The light in his eyes falter. He opens his mouth,
starts to say something and then wisely says nothing.
A shudder runs through your body that goes all the way down to your wet
pussy. Fuck, you enjoy this. Cruelty is such wonderful foreplay.
You take your legs off Geoff’s shoulders and stand up. Using your powers,
you float a few feet off the ground, forcing Geoff to tilt his head back to look
up at you. You bring your legs together and block his view of your open
pussy.
“Come, shithead,” you command. “I need to get dressed.”
You float towards one of the bedrooms in a standing position. Geoff rises to
his feet and you quickly spin around. You shake your head at your slave.
Panic breaks across his face.
“I didn’t tell you to walk,” you say. “Crawl like the unworthy pest that you
are.”
Geoff drops back to his hands and knees. As you float into the bedroom, you
hear him clumsily crawl on the floor behind you. You glide over furniture
with ease and enter one of the bedrooms. Geoff has to navigate around the
obstacles but the eager slave is soon behind you.
This room is your center of operations where you plan your crimes. The walls
have maps of the city. An antique desk stolen from the Mayor’s office holds
your notes. A video screen on the far wall rotates through various headlines
of your supervillain career.
In the corner of the room is your costume. It is draped over a marble statue of
Venus that you acquired from a museum. It is a one-piece swimsuit made of
purple spandex. Some alterations to the crotch have converted the bottom
into a tight thong that shows off your powerful buttocks. The front barely
contains your breasts but that is the point. In your job, you need to get them
out in a hurry to smother an unwilling enemy.
You lower yourself down to the ground in front of your costume, but you
make sure your feet as still inches above the ground. Geoff waits by the door.
He is never allowed in here without permission.
“Stand up and come in here,” you command. “Today I give you privilege of
helping me get dressed.”
Geoff springs to his feet. The billionaire can be quick when he wants to. He
rushes over to you but slows down as he gently removes your costume from
the marble statue. Unable to control himself, he presses the costume to his
face and takes a deep breath.
“Pervert,” you sneer. “Quit sniffing my clothes and put them on me.”
Geoff’s face flushes with shame and he reluctantly pulls your costume from
your face. He unzips the front and drops to his knees. You refuse to rise so
Geoff is forced to get low on the ground to slip the suit over your feet. Once
he does, he slowly pulls the smooth fabric up your long legs and over your
crotch. He slows down as he reaches your crotch so that the thong fits
properly between your muscular buttocks.
You bring your arms together to that Geoff can slip the shoulder straps onto
you. With that done, Geoff pulls at the zipper located on your waist. His
fingers tremble as he closes the purple fabric together, up, up, up over the
tightness of your plump breasts. When he is done, stares at your breasts and
licks his lips.
“You want to bury your face there, don’t you?” you ask.
“Yes, Temptress,” Geoff says.
“Maybe later,” you say. “Or maybe never if you don’t get my boots.”
“Oh! Sorry, Temptress!” Geoff says.
Geoff rushes to pick up the black leather boots by the statue. They are thigh-
highs, with wicked heels that few people could walk in, much less run or
fight in. Your superior body can handle them but even you prefer to fly than
walk in those monsters. They do look awesome though, which is the whole
point of wearing them.
In the interest of actually getting dressed, you float a little higher. Geoff still
has to kneel to slip your boots onto your feet. He also has to pull, tug and
struggle to wiggle the tight boots over your legs. It would be a simple matter
for you to pull him up with your strength, but you enjoy watching the
billionaire struggle with manual labor.
Eventually, Geoff gets your boots on. You lower back down to hovering a
few inches off the ground. Geoff picks up the final piece of your costume,
your cape. It is as red as blood and offers a stark contrast to your purple
spandex. Geoff attaches it to the safety releases on your shoulders. Years ago,
you seduced a fashion designer into adding that safety feature. It helps to
dump your cape in a hurry if it ever snags on something like a hook or a
hero’s greedy hand.
“You look beautiful, Temptress,” Geoff says.
You spin slowly around to let the cape fall naturally. The cape is short
enough to leave your ass exposed. There is no way that you are letting
anything cover that amazing butt.
“You may go,” you command Geoff. “Sleep on the kitchen floor tonight.”
“Yes, Temptress, but I was wondering if you considered my idea?”
“Which idea was that?” you say. “The one where I let you sleep under my
bed?”
“No, Temptress, I mean the one about letting me help with your crimes,”
Geoff says. “I can use my computer skills to monitor the police, hack into
systems or anything else you need. If you wear an ear piece, you could give
me commands whenever you want. I would love to assist you.”
You snort and grab Geoff by the neck. The billionaire sighs with pleasure as
contact with your skin floods him with endorphins. You tighten your grip and
he cries out in pain.
“I bet you would love that,” you say. “You could listen to every man that I
seduce. You could listen to every woman that I humiliate. Your deviant heart
would love that. I would have my own personal Peeping Tom right in my ear.
No thank you!”
You casually toss Geoff underhand through the door. He screams as he
collides with the floor. The billionaire’s body tumbles but is stopped by an
expensive table.
“Sleep on the balcony tonight!” you yell.
“Yes, Temptress! Sorry, Temptress!”
With that taken care of, you turn your attention to tonight’s activities. There
are three crimes that you have been considering. With Geoff’s money and
social network resources, you have laid down the groundwork necessary for
success. Now it is just a matter of deciding which adventure you will have
tonight.
list ever since.
Another plan concerns the celebrity super-scientists, Professor Akintola and
Doctor Kubo. Professor Akintole is a handsome Nigerian with deep brown
skin and the most beautiful jawline while his wife, Doctor Kubo is a petite
Japanese woman with luxurious silky black hair. The married couple are
super-human geniuses with dozens of degrees in various sciences. Usually
they work on boring bullshit like curing cancer or reversing climate change
but last week, Geoff’s government contacts informed him that that they
would be working on a way to stop Pinnacle City’s worse super-villain, the
Temptress.
You look at their pictures and smile. They remind you of Geoff, back when
you first dominated him. He was so confident and full of himself. The world
was his and then you came in and took it all away from him. Instead of hating
you, he worships you for it.
It would be nice to do the same thing to these two. They consider themselves
the smartest people on the planet. When you get done with them, they will be
smartest sex slaves. The only question is do you take both of them, or do you
seduce one and make the other watch as you fuck their spouse?
speeches about tolerance, public service and helping your fellow man. In
cheekbones exposed. You wonder if he is as dedicated to making a woman
come as he is to civil liberties.
The sun has fallen and it is time to go. You fly out of your planning room and
onto the balcony. Geoff is already sitting on the flattened carboard that makes
up his bed. He says something but you fly into the air and never hear what he
has to say.
You shoot into the sky. Lights turn on across the city. Three crimes wait for
your attention.
Blue.
“I have a more important service for you to perform,” you tell Geoff.
“Oh?” Geoff says, clearly disappointed.
The despair in his voice makes you wetter. “Lick,” you command, pointing at
your bare sex.
Geoff’s face transforms to joy in an instant. He crawls so fast that he bangs
his knee loudly on the floor. That doesn’t stop him. He crawls between your
legs and seals his mouth to your smooth pussy lips. The billionaire’s tongue
goes to work.
“Ah!” you cry out. Most of the time you feign indifference to Geoff’s
prowess but today you are too turned on. One of the side-effects of your
powers is that you are always in a state of arousal. It might be why so many
of your crimes ends in an orgy of fucking.
Geoff groans into your pussy. Your power is strongest at your sex. Every lick
further addicts the billionaire to your control. He grabs your thighs and tries
to spread them apart so he can press harder against your sex.
“You presume too much, shithead,” you say. “No one said that you could
touch me with your hands. Put your hands behind your back.”
Geoff obeys. He locks his fingers around his other wrist. In the beginning,
you used to bring handcuffs to your seductions but you discovered that
everyone would gladly restrain themselves if you just ask.
You lean back on your throne and enjoy Geoff’s tongue. He licks you in the
manner that you have taught him. His tongue never stays for too long in one
place. He alternates between fast and slow licks. His head moves up and
down to provide friction against your pussy lips.
Of course, you can’t make it easy for him. Where is the fun in that? You
close your powerful thighs around Geoff’s head. Using just a tiny fraction of
your super-strength, you squeeze and Geoff cries out into your pussy.
“Keep licking,” you command.
Terrified, Geoff obeys. His face turns a bright red but his tongue goes back to
work. The passion from earlier is replaced with frantic panic. He looks up at
you with bulging eyes.
You smirk at him. “Stop licking for just one moment, I dare you,” you say.
Geoff whimpers and licks harder. A vein on his forehead bulges.
You clench just a little bit tighter. Geoff whimpers pathetically into your
pussy lips. The vibration feels nice.
“Or maybe I should just crush you right now,” you say. “I can always find
another billionaire. Maybe someone better looking. Who owns FaceNote? I
bet he would love to give up his empire to take your place, shithead.”
Geoff protests but it is hard to hear what he is saying with a mouthful of your
pussy. One of his eyes looks bloodshot.
“Hmm, something to think about,” you tease.
You unclench your thighs. Geoff gasps with relief into your sex. Tears roll
down his cheeks. He catches his breath and dives back into your pussy;
licking twice as hard as before.
The sun sets over Pinnacle City. You watch skyscrapers turn their lights on.
The beauty of the city comes to life as the billionaire eats you out.
Geoff groans into your pussy. His body shakes. He arches his back and cries
out. His hips pump the air. His licking stops as he cries out.
You grab him by his curly hair and pull his head up. Both eyes are glazed
with pleasure. There is a familiar flush to his cheeks. You make him stand on
his knees so you can see his crotch. The thin cock twitches as it shoots a load
onto the floor.
“Did you just come?” you demand.
“Yes, Temptress,” he whispers. “I’m sorry, Temptress. I couldn’t help it.”
You laugh. That has never happened before! Your pussy was stronger than
you thought.
“Selfish little shithead,” you say. “I didn’t give you permission to come and
you interrupted my pleasure.”
“Sorry, Temptress!” Geoff pleads.
“You will be,” and you stuff Geoff’s face back down on your sex.
Inwardly, you are delighted. Your powers are strong enough to make people
climax by touch alone! Granted, it might have something to do with the fact
that you have been abusing Geoff’s body with your powers for weeks now,
but still, that is quite a feat. Maybe you can figure out a way to do that with
people you meet for the first time? Just imagine if you made a hero come in
the middle of a fight!
Your daydreams are interrupted by Geoff’s talented tongue. Knowing he will
be punished; he applies every bit of his attention to pleasing you. He licks,
nibbles and kisses with a furious passion born of fear and lust.
It doesn’t take long to bring you to the edge of pleasure. You grab Geoff’s
head and lock him in place. Your nails dig into his scalp as he works harder.
Lick by lick, he brings you to orgasm.
“Fuck!” you yell. Pleasure explodes thought your body. You release Geoff’s
head and grip the edges of your throne. The hard wood cracks under the
power of your clenching hands.
Geoff obediently keeps licking until you shove him away. You carelessly use
too much strength and he rolls over backwards and crashes into a couch. A
groan from the billionaire tells you that he is still alive.
You savor your orgasm, but only for a moment. Every inch of your body
feels alive and powerful. Cravings rise within you. Dominating your shithead
is nice, but your appetite has been whetted. You want to find new faces to
dominate.
Not saying a word, you float up from your throne. Hovering a few feet above
the ground, you turn towards one of the many bedrooms in this penthouse
apartment. Juice drips from your pussy and splatters on the floor as you fly.
You fly to the room that is your center of operations. This is where you plan
your crimes. The walls have maps of the city. An antique desk stolen from
the Mayor’s office holds your notes. Your costume is draped over a marble
statue of Venus that you acquired from a museum. A video screen on the far
wall rotates through various headlines of your supervillain career.
There are three crimes that you have been considering. With Geoff’s money
and social network resources, you have laid down the groundwork necessary
for success. Now it is just a matter of deciding which adventure you will have
tonight.
list ever since.
Another plan concerns the celebrity super-scientists, Professor Akintola and
Doctor Kubo. Professor Akintole is a handsome Nigerian with deep brown
skin and the most beautiful jawline while his wife, Doctor Kubo is a petite
Japanese woman with luxurious silky black hair. The married couple are
super-human geniuses with dozens of degrees in various sciences. Usually
they work on boring bullshit like curing cancer or reversing climate change
but last week, Geoff’s government contacts informed him that that they
would be working on a way to stop Pinnacle City’s worse super-villain, the
Temptress.
You look at their pictures and smile. They make a cute couple. It is going to
be fun to teach two alleged geniuses lessons in humiliation.
speeches about tolerance, public service and helping your fellow man. In
cheekbones exposed. You wonder if he is better at eating pussy, or using his
cock. You would like to try both.
Geoff groans loudly from the living room. Your contempt for the billionaire
increases. You are tired of fucking wimps. Someone like True Blue is what
you need. You can just imagine all the ways you can abuse those powerful
body of his.
Your pussy clenches. No matter what plan you choose to do tonight, you plan
to fuck the hell out of someone. But first, you need to get dressed.
You walk over your costume and take it off the statue of Venus. It is a one-
piece swimsuit made of purple spandex. Some alterations to the crotch have
converted the bottom into a tight thong that shows off your powerful
buttocks. You slip the costume on and zip it up the front. It barely contains
your breasts but that is the point. In your job, you need to get them out in a
hurry to smother an unwilling enemy.
After your main costume is on, you put on your thigh-high black leather
boots. The heels on these things are ridiculous but you wouldn’t trade them
for the world. Besides, you spend most of your time flying so there is little
need to actually walk in them.
Last is your cape. It is blood red and stops just short of your marvelous ass. A
fashion designer you seduced early in your career attached quick-release
catches to your shoulders so you can dump the cape in a hurry if need be.
Heroes love to grab capes and you love the look on their face when you fly
off to freedom.
When you finish dressing, you notice Geoff standing at the doorway to your
planning room. The shithead knows better than to come in. He holds his arm
as he stares at you. It might be broken.
“You look gorgeous, Temptress,” Geoff says.
You ignore Geoff and float out of the room. The shithead quickly moves out
of your way and goes to the balcony door. The billionaire is limping. He
opens the door for you just in time as you step out.
“For coming without permission, you will sleep in the bathroom,” you
command. “Not in the bathtub, that is too good for you. Don’t wait up for
me.”
You fly into the air before Geoff can answer. You don’t care what the worm
has to say. You are already deciding what crime to commit tonight.
Blue.
You turn in the air towards the corner of Clover and Aury. Arms back and
left knee slightly crooked forward, you fly through the air. The wind runs
through your hair and pushes against your cleavage.
The city zips by beneath you. Traffic is congested on Livingstone road. You
laugh at the puny normal people stuck in their cars. While they curse at other
cars, you are enjoying a freedom they will never know.
You feel a need to remind the people how pathetic their lives really are.
Unzipping your top, you let your breasts fall out. You turn on your axis so
that you are flying on your side and zip down to the traffic below. Flying
level with the cars, you flash surprised commuters. Men and women gawk at
you in wonder.
The first accident happens instantly. A truck read-ends a car, sending the car
into another lane and smashing a minivan. Tires screech followed by the
crunch of metal as more cars collide.
You fly back into the sky with a wicked grin on your face. The zipper goes
back up and your glorious breasts are contained once more. A chorus of car
horns blare from the traffic jam below.
A few minutes later, you are at Caitlin’s apartment building. It is a nice
building and located in a prime location. Smearing your name must pay well.
You glide down to the floor that Caitlin lives on and slowly pass by the
windows. Geoff had estimated which apartment she was in from her phone
location. For his sake, he better be right.
The suspected apartment has a small balcony. Feeling dramatic, you drop
down and land. You put your hands on your hips and look menacing. The
wind flutters your short cape behind you.
Unfortunately, no one sees you. The lights are off inside the apartment except
for the glow of a television. The screen shows a closeup a woman’s nipple
being clamped by another woman.
You step up to the glass door and peer in. There! Across from the television
and in the shadows sits a woman. She is wearing a white house robe. One leg
is slung over the arm of the chair. Her hand is busy rubbing at her crotch.
Is this Caitlin? You wait. The woman shudders and leans forward. The light
from the television brightens and her face is illuminated. The smug face of
Caitlin Cole moans and then she leans back into her chair. It is her all right!
Well, this is not what you were expecting. You thought you would find
Caitlin at a desk, working on her next attack piece. Or maybe on the phone,
arranging another interview with one of your dirtbag ex’s. You didn’t expect
to catch her in the act of jilling off to porn.
You look at the television screen. A woman with red hair is chained to a wall.
She is naked except for shiny nipple clamps and a blindfold. Another woman,
a blonde dressed in a leather corset and thigh high boots is pinching her. The
redhead squirms while the blonde says something you can’t hear.
Wait, those thigh-high boots. You glance down at your own. Holy shit, they
are the same brand. Huh, what are the odds of that? Maybe the porn industry
is copying your style.
It does make you wonder why Caitlin is watching it. Does she fancy herself
the captive or the tormenter? Maybe her shitty article about you was born of
jealousy because she wants to be like you. Or maybe she has a secret wish to
be abused by you.
You smile. There is only one role she will play tonight and that will be as the
victim. You raise your hand to knock on the balcony door. The look on her
face will priceless.
The dominatrix on the television grabs the hair of the submissive and you
pause before you knock. Caitlin has picked up a remote. She fast forwards the
porn to a different scene. Now the captive is across the knees of the
dominatrix and being spanked with a paddle. Caitlin leans back into her chair
and masturbates with a new passion.
Hmm, it looks like you are learning more about Caitlin with each passing
moment. Maybe you should watch a little longer.
Do you knock on the door or wait so you can watch?
I watch Caitlin masturbate.
I knock now and terrorize the little slut.
I will steal Nefertiti’s jewels from the Melos Museum and risk meeting
True Blue.
You turn in the air towards the Melos Museum. Arms stretched out and legs
back, you cut through the sky like an arrow. The air ruffles your cape and
pushes on your breasts.
City lights blur below you as you pour on the speed. Traffic is light on
Jackson avenue. It is tempting to swoop down and cause some mischief but
you resist. The police don’t need to know that you are out and about tonight
until after you have Nefertiti’s jewels.
The Melos Museum looms ahead of you. Despite being a modern building
with the latest in innovative designs, it also has quite a few gothic features
with hanging ledges and gargoyles in random places.
Wait, did that gargoyle just move? You hover closer. No, it is just a normal
statue. It must have been a trick of the moonlight. Still, you grab the statue by
the horns and twist.
The stone head pops off. Good. You can never be too sure. Heroes have a bad
habit of hiding in dramatic places. You set the head down behind the
gargoyle and fly to the roof.
Some genius decided that the safest place to put the security nerve center for
the museum was on the top floor. In a city full of flying people, you wonder
what they were thinking. Oh well, it just makes your job easier.
A complicated series of lasers guards the rooftop. You float down to the roof.
A laser hits your chest, another hits your ass and a third hits your leg. They
do no damage but your body triggers an alarm. At least, it is supposed to.
Geoff hacked them last week so that they no longer trigger alarms.
You fly over to the door. There is a scanner for your eye and hand. Only
three people have the right biometrics to open the door.
A swift kick from a super powered leg works just as well. The door flies from
its hinges and down a staircase. The alarm for the door tries to activate but
Geoff hacked it too.
You fly down the staircase and stop at the first door. Another kick opens the
door. You float down a hallway and take the second turn. This place is a
maze but you have been studying the blueprints. Multiple alarms fail to
activate.
The sign on the door says “Security Only!” It is not even locked. You turn
the knob and float in.
It is a tight little room. Monitors line the walls, showing every inch of the
museum. There are three work stations but since this is the night shift, only
one of them is occupied.
The lone security guard spins in his chair. He is older than you expected, with
a hefty paunch and a fringe of black hair around his head. His eyes go wide
and he goes for his gun. Idiot, he should have gone for the alarm.
You fly towards him and grab him by his shirt. Using one hand, you lift him
from his chair. He brings his gun up and you slap it away. The gun goes
flying and smashes into a monitor.
“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me,” the guard babbles. He stares
down at you in fear.
Wait, he is not staring at you but at your tits. A glance to his crotch confirms
it. Despite the fact that he is shaking with fear, the guard has an erection!
You smirk. It is nice to know that even when someone fears for their life,
they are turned on by you. You are tempted to let the sad fuck get a taste of
your breasts. That would also put him under your power and make him your
slave.
Then again, he is just a security guard, and an out of shape one at that. It
might be beneath you to let such a wretch touch you. The cowardly guard
should be just as willing to do what you say out of self-preservation.
How do you control the guard?
I threaten him with my superior strength.
I seduce him with my super power.
You turn in the air towards the Hawkes Docks. Arms wide open and head
tilted back, you soak in the cool air as it runs over your body and through
your hair. The wind flutters your cape and pushes against your cleavage. You
fly faster and faster as gravity itself cannot defy you.
A few minutes later, you see Atlas Square. Named for the Atlas newspaper
based in Pinnacle City, it is one of the largest and most visited areas in the
city. There is a park, several statues of historical figures and a giant video
screen that displays advertisements. It is where the hero, True Blue, fought an
epic battle against the villain, Doctor Skull. This is a place known by sight all
over the world.
It is full of tourists snapping pictures on their phones. For fun, you swoop
down and bat the head off the statue of the city’s first mayor. The head flies
into a crowd and the tourists scream and scatter. You didn’t hit any of the
tourists. Maybe next time.
You keep flying. The glow of city lights give way to neon signs of bars and
cheap hotels. A patchwork quilt of warehouses stretches before you. Further
on, the floating fortresses of cargo ships lurk in the water.
Tucked within these ordinary warehouses is the secret laboratory of Akintole
and Kubo. Thanks to Geoff’s owning the company that they do their social
media on; you know exactly where to go. It is the third warehouse down from
the Sheba’s burger place.
These two might be geniuses but they are fools to trust social media with
anything.
You fly over the secret laboratory. There seems to be an unusual number of
unattended crates outside. They are probably some sort of security measure.
No doubt the entrances are reinforced and guarded as well. A secret lab isn’t
a secret if people know about it, so you suspect the defenses are automated.
There is probably an army of robots just waiting past those doors.
Fuck going through the doors. You fly over the center of the warehouse.
Bracing your feet, you drop straight down. You throw all of your flight power
into your fall until you are speeding like a meteor.
KRASSHH! You go straight through the roof. A second smaller building is
inside the cavernous warehouse. Not slowing down, you crash through that as
well.
KRASSH!
You slow down and hover above the ground. Fragments from the roof fall
around you. Lights flicker but stay on. You do a slow turn and survey your
surroundings.
A white laboratory encompasses you. Strange devices sit on tables. Quite a
few of the devices look phallic in nature. The other devices resemble
restraints. It is a bit kinkier than you were expecting.
Where are the scientists?
A hole opens in the floor. Up comes a tall red robot. It has four arms and
some sort of weapon protruding from where its mouth should be. Three black
lights glow for eyes.
“Halt, Intruder!” the robot says. All four hands lunge for you.
You fly higher into the air and punch it in the face. The head crumbles like a
crushed beer can. One of the hands grabs your leg. You reach down and pull
the arm from the robot’s body. The arm lets go of your leg and you use the
arm like a club against the robot.
KRAK! KRAK! KRAK! Three swings of the arm and the robot’s chest caves
in. Sparks fly and the robot falls over.
“Anything else?” you yell inside the lab.
WHIRR! You hear something behind you. When you spin around, you see a
short Japanese woman wearing a lab coat. You’d recognize that shimmering
lovely black hair anywhere. It is Doctor Kubo.
The sound is coming from the large weapon she is holding. It is pointed
straight at you. The end of the weapon is glowing yellow and getting brighter.
“Put it down and you might just get to keep your hair,” you say.
Doctor Kubo smirks. “Remind me to take yours.”
She fires the weapon. You fly quickly to the side but the doctor is
surprisingly quick. The beam strikes you in chest.
Aches flare in your breasts. Your lungs burn like you have run two
marathons. The aches multiply by the dozens across your body. You drop
down to the ground and nearly fall over. You feel exhausted and sore like you
have had a punishing workout.
The beam continues to come from the weapon. You try to hold your hands up
to block it but it does no good. Aching exhaustion fills your body. You try to
fly but you are too tired.
“Ovie!” Doctor Kubo yells. “Get your coward ass out here and help me!”
You grit your teeth and force yourself to stand. There! Now you just have to
move. You take one step and then another. The exhaustion makes you
wobble but you stay upright. You were going to head for cover but Doctor
Kubo moves and keeps the beam on you. She isn’t going to let you get away.
It would be better to go to her and take her out.
“I was double-checking the pulse settings, Kaede,” a male voice cries out.
A tall black man crawls out from under a table. He is goddamn handsome
with a strong jawline and a smooth bald head. It is Professor Akintola, and he
is carrying an identical weapon.
“Oh shit,” you groan. You hurry towards Doctor Kubo, or at least you try.
Every part of your body aches to move.
WHIRR! Professor Akintola’s weapon glows and then a yellow beam strikes
you from the side.
You collapse to the ground. Your legs are weaker than a limp dick. The pain
doubles and tears spring to your eyes. Every muscle is on fire.
“Keep the beams on her,” Professor Akintola says.
“I know how it works, Ovie,” Doctor Kubo snaps. “I was the one who came
up with the idea of stimulating the meta-proteins in her body.”
Professor Akintola snorts. “It was my genius who came up with the emitter
array to turn your speculation into science reality.”
It looks like the famous married couple are not as happily married as their
publicists would have the world believe. You can use this information, but
not while you are crawling on the ground. Whatever weapon they have
created is just too powerful to overcome. Even your eyelids are getting tired.
It would be so easy to just give up and fall asleep.
Do you succumb to the Scientists and their super science?
Yes, I give up for now.
No! I will not let myself be beaten!
I watch Caitlin masturbate.
You put your hand down and step closer to the glass door. There is no need to
interrupt. The reporter isn’t going anywhere.
Caitlin spreads open the top of her robe. A pale bra covers her even paler
chest. She pulls a cup down to expose her breast. Her fingers glide over her
breast in slow circles.
The blonde dominatrix spanks the redhead submissive. She uses a black
paddle but she is barely tapping the woman’s ass. The camera zooms in close
on the gentle impacts. The submissive flinches in a dramatic fashion that is in
contrast to the light taps.
Caitlin doesn’t seem to mind. She rubs her sex with tight circular motions.
You try to get a better look at her pussy but the angle is bad. At least you can
clearly see how passionately she rubs herself.
The television does a closeup on the submissive’s face. Her red hair is
wrapped around the dominatrix’s leather-clad hand. The red lipstick on the
submissive is immaculate. You have an urge to smear it.
Caitlin stops masturbating. She uses both hands to pull her other breast free
of her bra. It would be easier to remove the bra altogether, but that would
involve standing up to take off her robe. The reporter is too turned on to stop
for comfort.
With both breasts exposed, Caitlin pinches her nipples. She gives them both a
savage twist. You are impressed by her self-cruelty. The reporter is a little
pain slut.
The action on the screen continues. The dominatrix drops the paddle and
spreads the submissive’s legs. A leather finger pushes slowly into the shaved
pussy. Slow luxurious thrusts fill the screen.
Your own pussy is in need of attention. You reach down and rub the crotch of
your costume. The thin spandex feels good against your sensitive sex.
Caitlin continues to twist her nipples. She pulls hard and stretches her breasts.
When they pop free of her fingers, she grabs her nipples again and repeats the
process. She does this over and over again, wincing from the abuse she
inflicts on herself.
You moan and rub your pussy harder. Soon, you will make Caitlin wince
from your hands, and you are much stronger than her. It is going to be
delightful.
The television screen alternates between shots of the submissive’s pussy and
her moaning face. The leather finger plunges deep and then pulls out covered
in juices. The red lips of her mouth widen in ecstasy. The finger slides back
inside of her sex. The green eyes clench shut in pleasure.
Caitlin gives her breasts a final pull before moving her hands back down to
her pussy. She spreads her legs wide in her chair. The angle of the chair hides
what she is doing but both hands are busy. One leg stretches out and shakes.
The reporter is close. The time to strike is now.

You grab the handle of the balcony door. Using your power, you give the
locked knob a quick twist and break the lock. The door cracks open. Loud
synthesizer music greets your ears.
As quiet as poison, you slip into the reporter’s apartment. The moan of the
television submissive is deafening. You float a few inches in the air and glide
silently behind Caitlin’s chair.
The horny redhead hasn’t noticed you. She rubs her clitoris with one hand
while the other hand pushes deep inside of her. You are amused to see that
her pussy is covered in a messy bush of brown pubic hair. It has long been a
suspicion of yours that Caitlin’s red hair was a lie.
The submissive on the television cries out. She is coming. Her body
undulates with wild abandon on the dominatrix’s knees.
You clamp a hand down over Caitlin’s mouth. She stares up at you with
bulging green eyes. You shove your other hand between her thighs. Her
pussy is soaking wet. You rub her clitoris in the same manner that Caitlin was
doing.
“Hello, bitch,” you say.
Caitlin tries to scream but your hand is very tight around her mouth. She
grabs the arm you are using to stoke her but she can’t hope to compete with
your super-strength. All she can do is hang on as you rub her.
“You like that?” you ask. “I know you do. I should be ripping your pussy
hairs out but this is your lucky night. I am going to make you come.”
“Mmmm!” Caitlin screams.
You slip your finger inside Caitlin’s pussy. Wet heat clenches your finger.
You thrust once, twice, three times and then pull out. Pussy juices drip from
your finger. You go back to rubbing her clitoris and the juices make for
slippery work.
Caitlin shudders. Her hands tighten around your arm. She breaks a nail on
your skin. Her nostrils flare as she begins to pant.
“Yes, come,” you tell Caitlin. “Come like the little slut that you are.”
There is a scream. It is the submissive on the screen. She is on the floor, at
the feet of the still sitting Dominatrix. The submissive crawls quickly into
place and licks the dominatrix’s boot.
“That will be you,” you tell Caitlin. “If you are lucky.”
That pushes Caitlin over the edge. She arches in her chair and shudders. Her
hips buck against your hand as she comes. You watch her eyes roll into the
back of her head as her orgasm takes her. She shudders once more and then
goes limp in the chair.
You let go of the reporter. The porn music from the television gets on your
nerves. You pick up a lamp and throw it into the television. The lamp shatters
against the plasma screen and the porno comes to an end. The room turns
dark as the only source of light vanishes.
“Where is the light around here?” you demand. Caitlin weakly points towards
the kitchen. You float in that direction and flip a light switch.
An overhead light comes to life. Your super-human eyes quickly adjust and
take in the apartment. Expensive furniture populates the space. There is a
distinct lack of decoration except for a shelf on the far wall. Small spotlights
direct everyone’s attention to the row of awards that line the shelf.
You growl and float over to the awards shelf. Eight different awards sit in
places of honor. Each one was given for Caitlin’s hit piece on your sex life.
Your humiliation made her career.
One of them, the Neufeld, is shaped like a rocket. It was created to award
excellence in super-human journalism. Plated in silver, you pick it up and
feel its weight in your hand. You wonder if Caitlin could get all twelve inches
of it into her soaked pussy.
Next to the wall is an open door. You glance inside and see a small studio.
Tossing the Neufeld onto the floor, you fly into the room. The back wall has
a screen depicting the Pinnacle skyline at night. A chair, desk and camera are
ready for filming. This is where she records her stories before she uploads
them.
A few wicked ideas cross your mind. Perhaps you should broadcast Caitlin’s
fate to her loyal fans. It would make everyone think twice before they put
your name in their mouths again.
You turn and face Caitlin as you debate what to do. The reporter is still in her
chair. When she notices you looking at her, Caitlin slides out of her chair and
onto the ground. She sheds her robe and bra and crawls towards you. You
watch silently as she comes to a stop in front of you. Caitlin presses her lips
to your floating boot and nosily sucks on the tip.
“What are you doing, Caitlin?” you demand.
“Showing my respect,” Caitlin says. She looks up at you with worshipping
eyes.
Well, this is unexpected, but you have seen it before. Touching Caitlin while
she was in a heightened state of arousal made her extra-susceptible to your
power. She has gone past arousal and into a state of addiction. Tomorrow it
might wear off, or it might take a week for her mind to recover. Either way,
she is utterly devoted to you for the time being.
You cram your boot into Caitlin’s mouth. Her jaw drops as she struggles to
take your leather. She chokes but she makes no effort to dislodge you.
This changes things. You were looking forward to terrorizing her but she is
too far besotted for that. Any harm you threaten or inflict on her would be
gladly welcomed because you are the one doing it. That takes the fun out of
it.
All is not lost. You can still humiliate her. The setup in the studio room gives
you an idea. You could make Caitlin apologize to you, live on camera. Not
only that, but you could make her declare her attraction for you and explain
how her earlier story was just from unrequited lust. For extra humiliation,
you could have her expose herself to her millions of viewers.
The sound of Caitlin choking interrupts your thoughts. She recovers and goes
back to loudly sucking your foot. Her eagerness is lovely to watch. Spit falls
from her spread lips. You are still turned on from the porn movie and
watching Caitlin masturbate. Maybe you are over-thinking this. It might be
more satisfying to take your revenge on Caitlin in a more personal manner.
Letting her eat you out while she is this deep into your control would make
her your slave forever.
What do you do with the subservient reporter?
I make her broadcast her devotion to me and give her fans a show.
I let her mouth worship more than just my boots.
I threaten him with my superior strength.
You toss the guard into the air. He hits the ceiling and then falls straight
down onto the floor. The air rushes out of him. He groans but it comes out
more like a wheeze.
“Roll over,” you command.
The guard rises on his hands and knees. He doesn’t take directions well.
You give him a light kick to the stomach. The power of your leg flips him
over onto his back. He cries out but you lower down onto him. Your boot
presses down on his throat.
The guard stares up at you in terror. He grabs your boot and tries to pry you
off. It is useless. He is too weak and you are far too strong.
“I could crush your neck in a second,” you tell him.
The guard whimpers.
“But I need you to do something,” you continue. “If you do my bidding, I
will spare your life. Cross me, and I will end it. Are you willing to obey?”
The guard nods his head.
“Say it!” you snap.
“I will obey!” the guard says.
You lift your foot. The guard gasps for air. You give him a few seconds to
breathe.
“First, tell all of the guards to wait outside,” you command.
The guard nods and sits up. He crawls over to one of the stations and pulls
himself up to his feet. Hands shaking, he reaches for a phone.
You grab the guard by the back of his pants. You lift up and the guard cries
out. His feet dangle from the floor as you give him the worse wedge of his
life.
“Remember, betray me and you die,” you say.
“I won’t! I promise!” he cries.
You set the guard down. He groans and tries to pull his pants out of his ass. It
doesn’t look like he succeeds. He then picks up the phone and activates the
speaker.
“Attention, this is a Code Blue!” the guard announces. “Everyone evacuate
the building. The fire department is on their way.”
You look at the monitors. Guards move across the screens and head for the
exits. Shit, there are a lot of them. The museum doesn’t fuck around with
security.
“Now turn off all the alarms,” you command.
The guard obeys. He flips switches and you watch as alarm lights blink off
one by one.
“Good job, limp dick,” you say.
“You’re going to let me live right?” the guard says.
You flick your finger at the side of the guard’s head. He shudders and then
drops to the ground. You only used a tiny fraction of your strength so he
should be okay. That doesn’t mean you will check; you got shit to steal.
With the museum empty, you fly back down the halls and then down the
staircase to the first floor. That is where Nefertiti’s jewels are being
displayed. As tempting as it is to maybe stop and grab some other treasures,
you know that you are on a limited schedule. The guards outside might get
suspicious and come back in. Someone might call the fire department and ask
why they haven’t shown up yet. Or worse, some annoying hero might see a
bunch of guards outside a museum and decide to investigate.
Fucking heroes.
You reach the first floor and fly to the main hall. Chompy, the museum’s
Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton, looms over the grand hall. It looks like they
replaced the missing shoulder piece from when he was reanimated last year.
Say what you want about the Melos Museum’s tendency to hold dangerous
artifacts, but they do a good job of putting them back together after a hero
smashes them.
Nefertiti’s jewels are being held in the Caprice hall. You fly past two large
sarcophaguses that flank the entrance. Artifacts from Nefertiti’s tomb are on
display all around you. Here is the giant scythe that nearly killed the
archeologists. There is an urn containing the Egyptian Queen’s favorite cat.
In the center of the hall is your prize. Nefertiti’s jewels are laid out on a wide
table. A rope barrier fences the area in. Motion sensors and lasers make sure
the crowd doesn’t get too close, but all of them are down now. There is
nothing stopping you from taking them!
You float over the jewelry and admire them. Cripes, that is a lot of loot.
Countless diamonds and other gems sparkle on bracelets, earrings and
necklaces. You should have brought a bag. No matter. Your cape will do.
You undo the clasps at your shoulder and pull your cape free. Taking your
cape in hand, you make a bag.
A necklace shaped like a serpent catches your eye. The necklace looks like a
snake biting its tail, if the snake was made of diamonds. Even the teeth are
made of diamonds. Fuck, you might just wear it out of here.
“STAND BACK, TEMPTRESS!”
You spin around. True Blue is here! Where did he come from? The muscular
superhero points at you and shakes his head in disappointment. The light
reflects off his amazing cheekbones.
“I knew such a valuable treasure would be too much for your greedy heart to
resist!” True Blue says. “Surrender now, and I will put in a good word with
the District Attorney.”
You snort and drop your cape. Who talks like that? You wonder if True
Blue’s brain was altered when he got his fabulous abs and amazing ass.
“I refuse to surrender,” you proudly say. You float in the air a few feet from
the ground. True Blue is forced to look up at you.
“That is a shame,” True Blue says. “I never like resorting to violence but you
leave me no choice.”
True Blue leaps towards you. The hero is incredibly fast. He grabs your boot
by the heel and twists in the air. It takes you by surprise and you are slammed
into the ground.
You are flat on your back and True Blue still has you by the foot. He glances
down at your crotch and pauses. The spandex thong is riding tight against
your pussy lips. You take advantage of True Blue’s distraction and kick him
with your other leg.
It is like kicking a wall. A jolt of pain travels up your legs.
True Blue lets go of your leg. “Give it up, Temptress.”
The idiot lets you stand back up. What is wrong with him? Is he so confident
that he can defeat you? Or did he let go of your leg because he didn’t want to
be tempted by the sight of your spandex camel toe?
“Last chance,” True Blue says. “I am too strong for you. Surrender now!”
He’s right; he is too strong to fight but you have other methods. He seems to
be a prude, so maybe you can use that against him. How well would he fight
if you flashed your tits at him? What would he do if you accuse him of
groping you?
Then again, you could try seducing him with your power. It will be tricky.
His costume covers his entire body except for his head. There is also the
problem that your seduction power doesn’t always work on other people with
powers. Hell, as moral as he is, he might even be able to resist your powers
through sheer force of will.
How do you fight the stronger True Blue?
I use every dirty trick I can think of.
I grind his face into my skin to use my power on him.
Yes, I give up for now.
Everything hurts. You are not used to this. Ever since you developed your
powers, you have had a mostly pain-free life. Sure, a bullet hurts and so does
getting hit by a thrown bus, but even then, the pain fades within a day or two.
It is the same with getting tired. You haven’t had to endure anything like this
in years.
“Not too close,” Doctor Kubo says. “She might have some fight left in her.”
You almost laugh. There is nothing left in you except a wish to get it over
with. You give up and your eyes close. Seconds later, you pass out.
ZAP!
You awake with a start. There is a burning sensation on your thigh. You blink
your eyes and try to focus.
Aches flare up and down your body. You are still sore, but at least it is not as
bad as before. The fire in your lungs is still there and you know better than to
exert yourself too much.
The next thing you notice is that you are suspended in the air by your arms.
Something cold and metallic is holding your wrists. You try to fly but
something is also holding your ankles. When you use your super strength to
get free, the aches flare in intensity and you have to stop. The metal bonds
hold tight.
“She’s awake,” Professor Akintola says. The handsome scientist stands in
front of you. He holds an electric prod in his hand.
“Tentacle arms are holding at seventy-five percent power,” Doctor Kubo says
to the side. She sits at a desk reading a computer panel.
Did she say tentacles? You take a better look at your surroundings. Metal
tentacles hold your arms and legs. The tentacles are anchored to a large
rectangle that surrounds you. It is like you are in a giant door frame with no
door.
“I’m surprised you didn’t call the police,” you say.
Professor Akintola stabs your thigh with the prod. ZAP! Pain lances through
your leg.
“Fuck!” you yell. You pull harder on the tentacles.
“Power has surged to ninety percent but is still holding,” Doctor Kubo says.
“Good, then it will hold while we do our tests,” Professor Akintola says.
“Tests?” you ask.
Doctor Kubo stands up and approaches you. “Science tests,” she says. “There
is only so much we can do without testing our applications. Super humans
rarely volunteer so we make do with those that society won’t miss.”
“Like supervillains who attack us at our work,” Professor Akintola says.
“Nobody cares when a supervillain goes missing.”
Now you are just confused. “Wait, how did you know I was going to show
up? You kept your work a secret.”
Doctor Kubo smiles and her small face almost glows. “We had determined
that you had a source who helped you track people and intercept their
messages. Once we told our federal contacts what we were working on and
where, it was just a matter of waiting for you.”
“I am no one’s experiment!” you snarl. You pull with your hands but the
tentacles hold you tight.
“You are now, Subject Six,” Professor Akintola. “Now we have two projects
that we want to test, but the cooperation of our subjects is very important so
we will let you choose.”
“Fuck you!” you say.
Professor Akintola ignores you. “The first test is my own creation. It is a
condom made of near-invulnerable materials. It should allow a normal person
to have sex with a super human without fear of genital crushing.”
“And this is my creation,” Doctor Kubo says. She goes to a table and picks
up two large gloves. They are red and resemble oven mitts.
“These gloves are capable of inducing pain on people with super tough skin,”
Doctor Kubo says. “To really test it, I will need to spank, slap and caress
your body. It should be terrible.”
“Fuck both of your inventions,” you snap. “I’m not picking.
Professor Akintola presses the prod against your exposed arm. ZAP! Pain
shoots through your body like a lightning bolt.
“If you don’t pick one, then we will choose experiment three,” Professor
Akintola says.
“Yes, how many zaps with the Agony Prod does it take to make a
supervillain beg for mercy?” Doctor Kubo says.
Fuck, you like that idea the least. It looks like you will be helping with their
other experiments after all.
Which science innovation will you help test?
I will test the Invulnerable Condom.
I will test the Pain Gauntlets.
I knock now and terrorize the little slut.
You tap lightly on the balcony door. With your super strength, each tap
cracks the window.
Caitlin jumps in her seat. The first thing she does is use a remote to turn off
the television. The next thing she does is jump out of her seat and look
towards the balcony. She sees you and freezes in place.
You stare menacingly at the reporter. The redhead wears a white robe
cinched around her waist. Juices glisten on her right hand. Caitlin’s pale face
turns even paler with fear.
Caitlin runs to a shelf. You kick the glass balcony door and it shatters. Caitlin
opens a box on the shelf and pulls something out. You fly casually into the
apartment, taking your time.
“Hey slut,” you say. “I thought we would talk about that article you wrote
about me.”
Caitlin spins around. She has a pistol in her hand. With surprising speed, she
brings it up and takes aim.
BANG! The first shot misses and a lamp shatters behind you.
BANG! BANG! The next two shots hit your right breast. The bullets bounce
off your invulnerable skin but you feel twin stings in your tit. It is like being
pinched or slapped. You don’t like the feeling at all.
Caitlin sees the anger on your face. “Shit,” she whispers and then drops the
gun. She spins and runs towards a door.
You fly towards her. Caitlin hurriedly opens the door to reveal a closet. She
grabs a hanging purse and pulls something out. You reach her and grab her
wrist. Caitlin screams as you exert a tiny fraction of your super strength.
Caitlin’s hand pops open. Something small and round falls from her fingers.
You catch it with your hand and look at it. The object is blue and has a
stylized ‘T’ on both sides. A button sits at the top.
“You’re hurting me,” Caitlin whimpers.
You recognize that shade of blue.
“This ‘T’, does this belong to True Blue?” you ask. You apply slightly more
pressure to her wrist.
“Yes, yes!” Caitlin says. She tries to squirm out of your grip and the top of
her robe opens. Large breasts covered in freckles are barely contained by her
white bra.
You tear your eyes away from Caitlin’s tits and look at the object. “What
does the button do?”
“Press it and find out,” Caitlin says through gritted teeth.
You laugh. “I don’t think so. I bet it is a signal device. No doubt if I push it,
he will come running and spoil our fun. We can’t have that.”
You toss the device away. It punches a hole in a wall and stays there.
“What do you want?” Caitlin demands.
“Wow, you are demanding for a victim,” you say. “Where are the lights
around here?”
Caitlin weakly points towards the kitchen. You float in that direction, holding
onto her wrist and forcing the reporter to come with you. The switch is by a
framed magazine cover with Caitlin on.
An overhead light comes to life. Your super-human eyes quickly adjust and
take in the apartment. Expensive furniture populates the space. There is a
distinct lack of decoration except for a shelf on the far wall. Small spotlights
direct everyone’s attention to the row of awards that line the shelf.
You growl and float over to the awards shelf, dragging Caitlin behind you.
Eight different awards sit in places of honor. Each one was given for Caitlin’s
hit piece on your sex life. Your humiliation made her career.
One of them, the Neufeld, is shaped like a rocket. It was created to award
excellence in super-human journalism. Plated in silver, you pick it up and
feel its weight in your hand. You close your fingers and crush it.
“No!” Caitlin cries. The shocked look of despair on her pale face makes your
pussy tingle.
Next to the wall is an open door. You glance inside and see a small studio.
Holding onto Caitlin’s wrist, you float into the room. The back wall has a
screen depicting the Pinnacle skyline at night. A chair, desk and camera are
set up. This is where she records her stories before she uploads them.
You look at Caitlin. The reporter is looking back at the crushed Neufeld
award on the floor. She looks to be in a state of shock.
Ever since Caitlin published that article on you, you have fantasized about
what you would do with her. Now that you literally have her in your grasp,
you are overwhelmed by your many fantasies. A dozen ideas flash through
your mind and compete for your attention.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the twin stings on your breast. The slut had
the nerve to shoot you! You know from past experience that your tit is going
to hurt for a week. Maybe you should pay her back with a few pinches
powered by super strength.
To do that, you will need to get Caitlin out of that robe. That is a distracting
thought all on its own. The brief glimpses you have seen of her body has you
considering kinder things to do with the reporter. Or maybe it was just the
domination porn that she was watching has you turned on. Either way, a few
touches of your skin on hers, and the reporter will be open to anything you
want to do to her.
What do you do with captive reporter?
I strip and punish Caitlin for her nasty article.
I grope and seduce Caitlin with my powers.
I seduce him with my super power.
“This is your lucky night,” you tell the guard.
“You’re going to let me live?” he says.
“I’m going to give you something better than your pathetic life,” you say.
Before the guard can respond, you grab the back of his head and pull him
down onto your chest. The guard’s face squirms against your cleavage and
his hands grab your waist. He tries to push you away but only for a few
seconds. The squirming stops and you feel his wet tongue licking your tit.
“Put your hands behind your back,” you snap.
The guard quickly obeys. You lower him to the ground so he can stand on his
own two feet. He moans loudly into your breasts.
“Would you like to taste a nipple, worm?” you ask.
The guard nods his head in your cleavage. He says something but your
breasts muffle the words.
“I will need you to do something first,” you say.
The guard mutters something into your tits.
“Make the other guards leave the museum and then shut down the alarms,”
you command. “Only then will you get to lick my nipple.”
You release the guard and push him away from your chest. He stumbles back
and then lunges for your breasts. The poor fool is already addicted to your
touch. A light slap of your hand spins him around and to the floor.
“Get rid of your fellow guards, turn off the alarms and THEN you get your
reward, worm,” you say.
“Yes, ma’am,” the guard says.
“Temptress,” you snap. “Call me Temptress.”
“Yes, Temptress,” the guard says.
He gets his overweight ass off the ground and picks up a phone.
“Attention, this is a Code Blue!” the guard announces. “Everyone evacuate
the building. The fire department is on their way.”
You look at the monitors. Guards move across the screens and head for the
exits. Fuck, there was more of them then you were expecting. The museum
wasn’t taking any chances with Nefertiti’s treasures.
As the security forces leave the building, your charmed guard continues to
work. He flips switches and turns dials at a frantic pace. Alarm lights blink
off one by one as he shuts the museum down.
“I did it, Temptress,” the guard says. He turns around and stares at your
chest. The bulge in his pants is much bigger.
“You have done well, worm,” you answer. Holding his gaze, you reach for
the zipper on your costume. You pull the zipped down and the guard licks his
lips. When the zipper is down to your waist, you pull the purple spandex
aside to expose your right breast.
The guard moans and rushes towards you.
“Stop!” you snap.
The guard freezes in place.
“Be respectful,” you command. “Or I will rip your lips off.”
The guard pales. His right leg begins to tremble. You are not sure exactly
how you would carry out your threat, but the guard can certainly imagine it.
He is terrified.
But it doesn’t stop him from walking towards your bare breast. His leg is
shaking but he leans up and opens his mouth. He closes his mouth around
your nipple and you feel his lips vibrate as he moans. The guard’s tongue
flicks over your nipple.
The guard’s eyes close in bliss. His tongue slows down as he takes long licks
of your nipple. Suction pulls on your nipple.
“Keep your eyes open,” you say in a chilly tone.
The guard’s eyes pop open. He stares up at you with that glazed look you
know so well. This worm would walk through fire for you.
One of the slow licks runs perfectly over your hard nipple. Your pussy
clenches in response. You have a brief thought of that slow tongue on your
clit.
“Enough!” you snap. There is loot to be had and you are wasting your time
with an ugly guard. You shove the guard away a bit too hard and he slams
loudly into the wall of monitors. As the guard stands up, you stuff your breast
back into your top and zip the spandex up.
“Sorry, Temptress!” the guard says.
“Stay here and play with yourself,” you command. “Don’t leave this room
until you have come at least ten times.”
You turn and float towards the door. To your surprise, the guard jumps to his
feet and runs towards you. The worm is stupid enough to grab your arm!
“Wait, Temptre-ACCK!”
Your hand is around the guard’s throat. The power of your tits must have
crippled his brain. You resist the urge to snap his neck.
“I gave you an order,” you say. “Do I have to kill you?”
“True-ack-Blue-ack-is-ack-here!” the guard spits out.
You release his neck. He drops to his knees and gasps.
“True Blue? Where?” you say. You lift the guard’s chin with the top of your
boot so he looks up at you.
“True Blue asked to hide in the museum so he can ambush any thieves,” the
guard says. His eyes stare at your cleavage. “He is hiding in a sarcophagus.”
Well now, that is interesting. True Blue is one of the best heroes in Pinnacle
City. Normally, you would avoid him but now you have the advantage of
surprise. If you could defeat True Blue and steal Nefertiti’s jewelry, it would
be the crime of the year!
But how? You could just jump him. Once the guard tells you where he is
hiding, you can ambush him. True Blue is strong and tough, but victory often
comes to who strikes first. It would still be a tough fight, but one you are
certain to win.
The other option is to be clever. You have a guard willing to die for you. If
you make him your hostage, True Blue wouldn’t dare fight you for fear of
harming an innocent. Granted, True Blue might do something clever on his
own and somehow take the guard away from you, but you doubt the hero is
as smart as you.
How do you deal with the unsuspecting hero?
I attack him at his hiding place and beat him down.
I use the guard as a hostage and extort True Blue.
No! I will not let myself be beaten!
The urge to fall unconscious is overwhelming but your anger keeps you
awake. Passing out from the pain is for weaklings. You put one leg under you
and rise up to one knee.
“It’s not working!” Professor Akintola yells. “We should have used the
sapphire lens like I suggested!”
You push up with all of your strength. Slowly, you stand up. Every muscle
screams in agony.
“The lenses are fine!” Doctor Kubo yells. “I told you that it would take time
for the muscles to become saturated with ultra-lactic acid!”
You try to figure which is closer. It is Doctor Kubo, but at twenty feet away,
she might as well be a mile.
“It is past your estimated time!” Professor Akintola yells back. “Admit it is
not working!”
“Damn it, Ovie!” Doctor Kubo snaps. “You just refuse to take my theories
seriously.”
Doctor Kubo turns to face her husband. She has her weapon still pointed at
you, but she doesn’t notice that the beam is striking the floor in front of you.
The pain is still there but the weariness soon fades.
“Oh, not this bullshit again,” Professor Akintola says. “I can’t help it if your
genius is not as great as mine. Just accept that I am smarter than you!”
Professor Akintola turns towards his wife. He is better at keeping the weapon
focused on you, but he doesn’t notice when you stumble to the right and out
of the beams’ path.
“I am just as smart as you!” Doctor Kubo says. “Our tests prove it!”
“Intelligence tests, even ones we make, are inherently flawed!” Professor
Akintola says.
You clench and unclench your hands. Aches flare in your fingers but you feel
that familiar power. You try flying and hover a few unsteady inches into the
air.
“We need a device to measure your ego!” Doctor Kubo says.
“As long as we make one to measure your inability to admit you’re wrong!”
Professor Akintola says.
The robot you fought earlier is on the ground nearby. You grab a leg and pull
it from the body. The sound of ripping metal catches the attention of the
fighting couple.
“Shit!” Doctor Kubo and Professor Akintola say together.
You throw the leg at Doctor Kubo. Adrenaline and rage powers your sore
muscles. The leg sails through the air and slams into the Doctor. She falls
back and crashes through the table behind her.
Professor Akintola ignores his wife and fires his weapon. You fly behind a
computer bank and then behind a table. He tries to catch you with the beam
but you stay low to the ground and behind cover. The Professor might be a
genius, but you are the one with actual combat experience. You slowly close
in towards him.
“Fuck this!” Professor Akintola says. He throws the weapon down and runs
away.
You fly after him but hear Doctor Kubo shouting behind you.
“Keep fighting, you coward!” Doctor Kubo yells. She picks herself off the
ground, clutching her arm.
Professor Akintola ignores her and keeps running. He goes through a door,
not bothering to close it behind him. You glance at Doctor Kubo as she runs
in the opposite direction towards another door.
You are sure that you can catch up to either one, but if you do, the other
might get away.
Which scientist do you go after?
I chase after Professor Akintola.
I chase after Doctor Kubo.
I make her broadcast her devotion to me and give her fans a show.
“Slut, I have a job for you,” you say.
Caitlin stops sucking and looks up at you. She still has the tip of your boot in
her mouth.
“You did a very nasty story about me this year,” you say. “I want you to
broadcast an apology. I want you to tell all of your viewers how sorry you are
and how much you love me. You do love me, don’t you?”
Caitlin nods with your boot in her mouth.
You pull your boot from her lips. The tip is shiny with spit. You shake your
boot and a wad of spit lands on her face.
“Turn on your camera and make sure the feed is going out live,” you
command.
Caitlin stands up. She looks a little uncertain. “Should I get dressed first?”
“No,” you say.
Caitlin bites her bottom lip but she nods her head. Hmm, she is deep within
your power. Even Geoff would have protested and begged.
The redhead moves past you and adjusts her camera. A laptop is connected to
the camera and Caitlin turns it on as well. She goes back and forth between
the two until everything is working like it should.
You watch in silence. Technical matters are beneath your notice. That is slave
work.
“It is ready, Mistress,” Caitlin says.
“No, call me Temptress,” you say. “That is the only title I need.”
Caitlin smiles. “Yes, Temptress!” She walks around the desk and sits down.
Glancing at the laptop, you see what the camera sees, which is a very topless
Caitlin with flushed cheeks, spit on her cheek and her usual perfect red hair a
bit too tousled for public. In other words, she looks perfect.
“This is Caitlin Cole with a very special report,” Caitlin begins. “Most of you
know me from my expose on the wonderful supervillain, the Temptress. I am
here to report that I never should have aired that story. The Temptress is a
wonderful woman and my piece was mean-spirited and unfair.”
Caitlin leans forward and rests her elbows on the table. Strands of her red hair
fall forward and hide the sides of her face. She doesn’t seem to notice.
“The truth is, I have always been attracted to strong women and that makes
me feel insecure,” Caitlin continued. “I am a secret submissive who
fantasizes about being dominated by super-humans. I tried using my
connections to date a couple of heroines, but the ones I dated were all vanilla.
None of them were willing to hurt me and make me their bitch like I crave.
What I really needed was a supervillain.”
Whoa! That is interesting to know. Later, you will have to find out who these
heroines were.
“My therapist recommended that I study a super-villain in order to get over
my crush on them. She felt that if I learned more about the kind of people I
wanted to hurt me, then I would realize how unhealthy it was. I picked
Temptress because I love her sexy boots. When I tracked down her ex-
boyfriends, I made them tell me all about their sex lives. I used that
information to masturbate and have the strongest climaxes. My pussy is wet
just thinking about it.”
“Show them,” you command from behind the camera.
Caitlin doesn’t hesitate. The pale redhead hops onto the desk in front of her.
She sits on the edge and spreads her legs. Using both hands, she pulls her
pussy lips apart.
“See? I am so wet right now. After I finished my interviews, I was still
attracted to the idea of being dominated. My therapist told me to publish the
story. I guess her idea was that when I saw how the public reacted to the
expose, that my own lust would subside. It didn’t work.”
You clench your hand into a fist. Caitlin’s therapist certainly has a lot of
opinions on you. Maybe you should visit her next.
“But now I know that it was wrong to air those private stories,” Caitlin says.
She lets go of her pussy lips and grabs her breasts instead. Her fingernails
sink into her pale tits. It looks painful.
“I want Temptress to know how sorry I am,” Caitlin says. “I’m sorry that I
told people that you like to hump teddy bears. I am sorry that I told people
you are insecure about your ass. I am sorry that I told people that you used to
be bad at blowjobs-“
You slash your hand across your throat and Caitlin stops. Stupid slut! In her
eagerness to please you, she is talking just a bit too honestly! You mime
slapping your breast and point at Caitlin.
The redhead nods submissively. She lets go of her breasts and slaps her right
tit. WHAP! The sound is loud in the small studio.
“I am just a stupid whore for ratings,” Caitlin says. She slaps her breast again.
WHAP!
“I don’t deserve any of my awards!”
WHAP!
“I built my career on slandering a goddess!”
WHAP!
“I am a selfish bitch who deserves punishment!”
WHAP!
You mime masturbating and say “Tell them how much you love me.”
Caitlin stops slapping her breast. It glows a bright pink. One hand goes to her
pussy lips while the other hand cups her other breast. She pinches the nipple
as she furiously rubs her pussy.
“I love Temptress so much!” Caitlin says. “I want to eat her ass! I want her to
sit on my face and smother me! I love how good she looks in purple! I want
to clean her boots every morning with my mouth! I would do anything for
you!”
Caitlin shudders and pinches harder. She rubs her sex and cries out. The
shameless reporter climaxes as the camera captures all of it.
It is time for the finale. Part of you is inclined to make her wish come true
and let her eat you out. It would be on camera, of course. Everyone needs to
see what happens when you anger the Temptress.
On the other hand, you haven’t forgotten about that phallic award, the
Neufeld. The world would enjoy watching Caitlin cram that heavy award up
her slick pussy. You know that you will.
How do you finish Caitlin humiliation?
Make her eat me on camera.
Make her fuck the Neufeld award on camera.
I use every dirty trick I can think of.
“Alright, True Dick, let’s do this!” you say.
“If we mus-wait, what are you doing?” True Blue says.
You pull down the zipper on your costume. A grand canyon of cleavage is
revealed. You pull the zipper down to an indecent level.
True Blue gawks at your breasts. He looks up at your face, back down to your
chest and back at your face. The hero looks utterly confused.
“What? I need the flexibility,” you say.
True Blue starts to say something but closes his mouth. His eyes stare back at
your tits.
Perfect. You fly through the air, fist first and your breasts about to fall out.
True Blue tries to dodge but he spent too long staring at your chest. Your fist
catches him on the jaw and his head spins around.
“Fuck, yeah!” you yell. Your fist hurts but damn, it felt nice to see his head
turn.
You launch a side kick to the outside of True Blue’s thigh. It is like kicking
bricks but since you didn’t kick him straight on, it doesn’t hurt as much. You
launch another side kick to his thigh again and the hero winces in pain. A few
more kicks like that and he will have trouble walking.
True Blue lunges for your shoulder. A vise-like grip encloses your arm. He
uses his other hand to punch your stomach.
You double over. The air rushes out of you. Both tits fall out of your spandex
and are exposed.
True Blue rears back for another punch. He pauses and stares at your bare
breasts.
You lift your knee into True Blue’s crotch. He lets go of your arm and bends
over. His hands cover his battered cock.
Fuck, your knee hurts like hell. The worse part is, you don’t think he was
wearing a cup. You push past the pain and feign outrage.
“How dare you!” you say as you clumsily stuff your breasts back into your
spandex. You don’t bother to zip them back.
“I didn’t mean to,” True Blue says. He stands back up with one hand still
over his crotch.
“You fucking pervert!” you yell.
True Blue is halfway through a denial before you smash your forearm into his
face. He stumbles back, more ashamed than hurt.
“I can’t believe you grabbed my tit!” you yell.
“But I didn’t!” True Blue says as you smash another forearm into his face.
“Did you enjoy copping a feel?” you yell.
“No! I mean, I didn’t do it!” True Blue says.
You fly into the air and slam your knee into True Blue’s face. His head snaps
back but a lightning bolt of pain shoots up your leg. The hero falls on his
back and rolls over. You hover in the air and massage your sore knee.
True Blue gets up. He rubs his nose from where your knee struck him. One of
his hands drops down and tries to subtly adjust his pants around his crotch.
“Oh, you’re getting turned on?” you taunt.
True Blue grimaces but curiously, he doesn’t answer.
Fuck, is he starting to catch on to what you are doing? That would be bad.
You are winning, but he is so damn tough! Your arms and legs are starting to
bruise and you are the one attacking. Can you keep this up? More
importantly, will True Blue continue to fall for it?
Doubt is creeping in. Can you defeat True Blue?
Yes, he is no match for dirty fighting!
No, he is going outlast me.
I will test the Invulnerable Condom.
“Fine,” you say. “I pick the condom. Use it on me, if you dare.”
Professor Akintola smiles. It is a smug grin that you almost forgive because
he is handsome. He takes off his lab coat and folds it over a chair.
“I’ll prepare the subject,” Doctor Kubo says. She returns to the desk with the
computer.
The Doctor starts to type and two of the tentacles that aren’t holding you
begin to move. One of the tentacles goes to your cleavage and pushes into
your breast.
“What are you doing?” you yell.
Doctor Kubo ignores you. The tentacle is cold against your breasts. It pushes
in and then pulls. The spandex stretches and then rips apart to expose both of
your tits.
The other tentacle moves to your crotch. You try to move away but the other
tentacles hold you firmly. The spare tentacle pushes against your skin and
slips under the spandex. It slides against your pussy lips as it pushes out from
your costume on the other side. The tentacle pulls down and tears the crotch
out from your outfit.
“Fuckers,” you whisper.
Your attention is drawn to Professor Akintola. He steps out of his shoes and
pulls down his pants. Green boxers cover his crotch but his hard cock is
already forming a tent. He steps out of his pants to reveal dark lithe legs. The
scientist is in better shape than you expected.
Professor Akintola takes off his shirt. A respectable layer of muscles covers
his frame. Dark hairs cover his chest and form a trail down to his crotch.
You watch in curiosity as Professor Akintola takes off his boxers. Damn, that
is a nice cock. It is long and slender, like the rest of him. Dark hair obscures
his balls.
“Don’t forget your protection,” Doctor Kubo says.
“I haven’t forgotten the subject’s one real power,” Professor Akintola says.
The Professor puts on what looks like a metal collar. He also puts a ring
around the base of his cock. Once they are both secure, he presses a button
and a green substance slides down over his body. It flows like a liquid but
sticks to his skin. The green liquid goes to the cock but is stopped by the ring.
In a few seconds, it has covered the rest of his body below the neck.
“Instant latex,” Professor Akintola says.
The latex-clad Professor walks to a nearby box and takes out a large condom.
The condom is shiny like tin foil. He slips the condom over his dick and tugs
it into place.
You roll your eyes. The Professor is handsome and he has a nice body, but
the green latex and shiny cock makes him look ridiculous.
The Professor walks over to you. He is strutting. His eyes are drawn to your
exposed breasts. He reaches out and squeezes one. The shiny cock bounces
with excitement.
“How do you want to start?” Doctor Kubo says.
“Give me a second,” Professor Akintola says. “I’m testing the body suit.”
“You’re groping her cow tits,” Doctor Kubo says. “Let’s get on with it.”
Cow tits! You glare at the woman.
“V position,” Professor Akintola says.
Doctor Kubo types on her computer. The tentacles holding your arms fall
back as the tentacles holding your legs swoop upwards. Professor Akintola
loses his grip on your tit as you fall back. You are suspended in the air with
your back parallel to the ground. The tentacles holding your ankles pull your
legs straight up and to the sides.
“That is what I need,” Professor Akintola whispers. He licks his lips.
“What was that?” Doctor Kubo says.
“Nothing,” Professor Akintola says. He steps forward and places the tip of
his cock to your pussy lips. With one latex-covered hand on your thigh, he
pushes himself in.
The slender cock slips inside you. It feels quite nice. The long length pushes
deep inside and he gets almost all of it in.
“Alright, squeeze as hard as you can,” Professor Akintola says.
The cock is nice but you never obey another man. You give him a tiny
squeeze with your pussy.
Professor Akintola frowns. “You can do better than that.” He reaches for one
of your tits. He grabs your breast and sinks his fingers into your plentiful
breast. Holding onto your thigh and tit, he begins to fuck you.
Fury rises within you. The fucking feels good but you hate being helpless.
You try to close your legs but you are still weak and the tentacles hold your
legs apart. Pulling with your arms is just as useless. Annoyed, you give him
what he wants and use your super strong vaginal muscles to squeeze.
Unfortunately, you are still too weak and barely do a fraction of what you are
capable of.
Professor Akintola pauses in mid-thrust. He grunts and then smiles. “Yes, it
is tight, but still bearable.” He goes back to fucking you.
You try to squeeze tighter. The Professor slows down but he keeps fucking.
The slender cock pumps back and forth inside you. No matter how hard you
try, you can’t summon your usual strength.
A tentacle comes near your face and distracts you. It darts down towards your
mouth. The cold metal wiggles back and forth between your clenched lips.
You try to keep your mouth closed but it slowly pries your jaw open and then
plunges into your mouth.
“MMMpph!” you cry with your mouth gagged by the metal tentacle.
“Sensitivity is excellent,” Professor Akintola says. He fucks you with long
slow strokes.
Doctor Kubo doesn’t answer him. She is too busy typing. The tentacle in
your mouth moves back and forth as it fucks your mouth.
Professor Akintola’s hips increase in speed. “Latex suit is providing expected
protection from subject’s influence power.”
Influence? That is a crappy way to describe your irresistible ability to tempt
people.
“I can feel her vagina contracting but the condom is preventing any damage,”
Professor Akintola says.
You try to squeeze with your pussy again. Nothing happens. The beams must
still be affecting you. At least most of the aches are gone.
The tentacle plunges deeper into your mouth. You gag but it doesn’t care.
Doctor Kubo laughs as the tentacle fucks your mouth.
Professor Akintola groans. He fucks you harder. His hand focuses on your
nipple and he pinches it. A tiny spark of pain goes from your nipple to your
pussy.
You moan and the tentacle slams into your mouth. Humiliation burns within
you, almost blocking out the pleasure. Wait, is that intentional? Is Doctor
Kubo trying to kill your mood while her husband fucks you? You are starting
to think so.
Professor Akintola might think so too. He lets go of your thigh and places his
hand on your pussy. As his cock drives deep inside you, his fingers stroke
your clitoris.
You quiver again. The Professor might be an asshole but he knows how to
touch a woman’s body. You forget about the tentacle banging your mouth as
your attention is centered on your clit and pussy.
The tentacle in your mouth pushes painfully against your cheek but it is too
late. Pleasure fills your body as the Professor’s ramming cock pushes you
over the edge. You quiver in the grip of the tentacles and your back arches.
“I made the subject climax,” Professor Akintola says.
Doctor Kubo snorts. “I doubt it,” she says.
You shudder again. Your sex clenches around the Professor and he gasps.
You unclench and he goes back to fucking you.
Wait, the soreness from the beams are gone. Is your strength back, or are you
just in the afterglow of your orgasm?
Professor Akintola keeps pumping. You clench down just a little. The
Professor grunts and stops fucking. He looks down with a look of worry on
his face.
You are tempted to keep squeezing. If you have your strength back, you have
no doubt that you could crush his cock and have the Professor at your mercy.
His wife will have to let you go.
Or his wife could just use the beams on you again. She could render you
helpless and then who knows what they would do to you next. It might be
wiser to just stay limp and wait for a better chance later.
Do you use your super pussy to take the Professor’s cock hostage?
Yes, I am fighting back with my super pussy!
No, these two are too smart for me.
I let her mouth worship more than just my boots.
“That is a good start,” you say. You reach between your legs and release the
snap on your thong. The thin fabric pops open. “But your mouth is needed
elsewhere.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Caitlin says. She rises to her feet but you put your hand on
her head and stop her.
“Back down, slut!” you say. “And never call me Mistress. Temptress is the
only name I need. Go back to my boots and kiss your way up.”
Caitlin drops back down to the ground. She eagerly kisses the tip of your boot
and then a spot higher up. In three kisses, she is up your shin.
“No, no,” you tease. “Start over. Go slow. Kiss every inch of your way up.”
Caitlin whimpers but she obeys. Her mouth returns to the tip of your boot.
Looking up at you, she places another kiss right next to the first. She does the
same with the third and the fourth kiss.
You resist the urge to smile. Your face is cold and uncaring although you
wish to laugh. The pitiful reporter is so eager for your approval, which is why
you refuse to give it to her.
It takes Caitlin a long time to kiss her way up your leather thigh-high boot.
When she reaches the bare flesh of her thigh, she moans into your skin. Her
eyes clench shut and she breathes you in like a drug.
You let Caitlin plant a few more kisses on your thigh as she works her way to
your pussy. On a cruel whim, you grab her hair before she can reach your
sex. You twist her red hair around your hand.
Caitlin looks up at you. She winces as you pull on her hair but she doesn’t
fight you. “Miss-ah, Temptress?” she asks.
Holding her gaze, you unzip the top of your costume. Caitlin sighs as you
pull the zipper down. You let go of the zipper and pull the side of your outfit.
One of your breasts falls free of the spandex.
Caitlin licks her lips. Her eyes are locked on your hard nipple. She almost
trembles with desire.
You pull her face to your breast. She latches onto your breast with a terrible
eagerness. Her lips open wide and she moans onto your flesh.
“No,” you say, pulling her head back. “Little kisses. And between each kiss,
tell me how worthless you are.”
Caitlin doesn’t hesitate. “Yes, Temptress.”
You pull Caitlin’s face to your breast once more. This time she controls
herself and places a small kiss on your skin.
“I am so pathetic,” Caitlin says.
“True,” you say.
Caitlin kisses another part of your breast. “I don’t deserve to touch you.”
“Very true,” you reply.
Caitlin kisses your nipple. This time she lingers as she debates trying to do
more. “I am worthless.”
“Yes, you are,” you say.
Caitlin kisses the curve of your breast. “I am dirt beneath your boots.”
“Now you are spouting clichés,” you say. “I should have known better than to
let you talk.”
You fly into the air, still holding onto Caitlin’s air. When your pussy is level
with her face, you pull her to your sex. You float in the air as the reporter’s
mouth goes to work.
Ah! Caitlin is better than you expected. She licks with a fierce need. Her
tongue delves inside of you with an expert’s touch. This isn’t her first pussy.
Or, if it is, then you have inspired the best out of her.
You decide to test her dedication. Letting go of her hair, you drift slowly
back.
Caitlin follows your pussy. She takes one step and then another.
You turn slightly and float backwards a little faster.
The redhead whimpers when the contact is broken. Her mouth is shiny with
your juices. She quickly hurries forward and buries her face back in your
pussy. This time she has the impertinence to grab your ass so she could hold
on.
“No hands,” you snap. Caitlin quickly drops her hands down to her sides.
You fly back a few feet and over a table. Caitlin walks right into the table and
curses. That is going to leave a nasty bruise.
“Get back here,” you snap and point to your bare pussy lips. “Get your face
there and keep it there or you will never taste it again.”
Caitlin lets out a whining moan and then races around the coffee table. You
float slowly back and she catches up to you. She presses her face your pussy
and licks like a madwoman.
As wonderful as her tongue is, you keep fucking with her. You float
backward and Caitlin follows. Her mouth stays on you as she climbs over the
coffee table. She follows you into the kitchen; her tongue licking all the
while. When you float back into the living room and over a chair, Caitlin
knocks the furniture aside to stay on your pussy.
You stop moving backwards and float upwards instead. Caitlin whimpers and
rises to the tips of her toes. Your pussy leaves her mouth and she stretches
her tongue to reach you. It amuses you to hover just high enough that only
the tip of her tongue can touch you.
Caitlin groans and does something unexpected. The redhead jumps and wraps
her arms around your ass. She buries her face in your dripping sex and
devours your pussy. Her legs kick below her as she struggles to hang on.
The slut’s devotion impresses you. Her tongue seduces you. Floating in the
air, you give in to the wonderful sensations on your pussy. Caitlin’s eager
tongue brings you to orgasm.
“Fuck!” you yell. You come hard and pleasure fills your body. Your hand
grabs the back of Caitlin’s head and holds her face to your pussy. Caitlin
struggles to breathe but you don’t care. You keep her there as she licks you to
a second orgasm and then a third.
When you can take no more, you let go of Caitlin’s head. The redhead drops
to the ground and collapses like a puppet with no strings. She loudly gasps
for air and then rises to her knees. Her face looks up at you, shiny with your
juices.
You look down on Caitlin. Fuck, that was good. It has been awhile since you
came that strong. Maybe you should keep her around for a bit.
Then again, maybe it would be better if shared that mouth with everyone else.
As submissive as she is, you bet she would suck half of Pinnacle City if you
told her to. That would be a fitting end to her career as a sleazy journalist.
What do you value more: gratification or revenge?
I order her out onto the streets to fuck whomever she meets.
I take her back home with me as my new slave.
I grind his face into my skin to use my power on him.
Quite frankly, you only like fighting people when you vastly overpower
them. If someone can fight back, it is much quicker to just seduce them. It
might involve more sweating, but there are less bruises.
“Okay, I surrender,” you say. You raise your hands up in the air.
True Blue’s brow furrows above his small domino mask. “Really?”
“What can I say? It is easier to escape from prison than it is to fight you.”
“Hmm, that is disappointing,” True Blue says. “I had hoped you had seen the
error of your evil ways.”
The hero comes closer. You hover a foot in the air so your breasts are level
with his face. He reaches for one of your arms and that is when you strike.
You surge forward and wrap both arms around his head while pressing your
chest to his face.
“MMMpph!” True Blue cries between your tits.
You lock your arms behind True Blue head. The hero’s face is pinned to your
cleavage. He puts his hands on your waist and tries to push but you hold on
tight. His hands move around as he tries to find a better leverage point. One
of those hands grabs your breast.
“Whoa! Did you just cop a feel?” you ask.
True Blue pulls his hand away like a guilty virgin. The stupid hero is worried
about touching you inappropriately while you are the one smothering him
with your tits. He shifts his grip to your waist and tries to push you away
again.
“Ohhh,” you tease. Your hips roll in a lewd manner. “I like it when you grab
me there.”
The hero lets go of you again. Shit, this is almost too easy. He is never going
to escape your breasts at this rate.
You grind your cleavage into True Blue’s face. There is also the contact of
your bare arms on the hero’s head. The more friction you generate, the more
likely your power is to work.
True Blue reaches up and grabs your arms. Oh shit. He slowly pries apart
your hands with his superior strength. As soon as he can, he pulls his face up
from your cleavage.
“You won’t cloud my mind with your evil powers!” True Blue says. His
flawless cheekbones are flushed.
“We’ll see about that!” you yell.
You use your flying power to lean back and bring your legs up and over True
Blue’s shoulders. The hero lets go of your arms but it is too late. Both of your
legs wrap around his head. Now his bare face is sandwiched by your naked
thighs. Your ankles cross and lock your legs together.
“Come on,” you yell. “You are staring right at my pussy! You know you
want it!”
True Blue’s eyes snap shut to avoid staring at your spandex camel toe. He
grabs your thighs with both hands. It seems like he takes a moment to grope
your thighs before pulling, but that might be your imagination.
“Never!” True Blue yells. He pulls at your legs.
You grunt and fight to keep your legs shut around his head. The leverage
advantage is yours, but the hero is too damn strong. You won’t be able to
keep them shut for long.
True Blue grunts as he pulls. He opens his eyes again. Is that focus you see,
or is he staring at your pussy lips straining against your spandex?
Fuck, you are not sure. Maybe a hero like True Blue can’t be seduced.
Can your powers overcome True Blue’s moral strength?
Yes! No man can resist my touch!
No! He is too damn noble and pure!
I will test the Pain Gauntlets.
“You two shits don’t deserve to fuck me, so let’s try those alleged pain
gauntlets,” you say.”
Doctor Kubo smirks. “I am going to enjoy this. Ovie, monitor the tentacles.
I’m going to put on protection.”
“Why bother?” Professor Akintola says. “The gloves are touching her, not
you.”
Doctor Kubo takes off her lab coat. “Because unlike you, I am always
prepared for accidents.
Professor Akintola glares at you. “I’ll get your pussy next time.” He walks
over to the computer and sits down. Still glaring at you, he starts to type.
Four metal tentacles rise up in front of you. Something shiny and thin
emerges from the tip of each tentacle. They look suspiciously like razor
blades.
“What the fuck are those?” you yell.
Professor Akintola ignores you and keeps typing. The metal tentacles lunge
for you. They slash across your chest. Large tears appear in the purple
spandex. Those are razors!
Thankfully, they are not sharp enough to harm you. The tentacles swarm over
your body, slashing away at your costume. Even though they can’t hurt you,
it is still terrifying. The tentacles move too fast to watch and they cross over
each other in seemingly random ways. You flinch as they pass over your
crotch, still not quite believing your invulnerable skin will protect you.
The tentacles eventually pull away. Your costume is in shreds on the floor.
All that is left is your boots. Good, those fuckers are hard to find.
Meanwhile, Doctor Kubo has removed her blouse, slacks, shoes and panties.
The small Asian woman is completely naked. Your eyes are drawn to her
small breasts, barely the size of apples. Each pale breast is topped with a
brown nipple.
Doctor Kubo fits a collar to her neck. It closes and pink liquid flows down
onto her skin. It flows down over her small breasts, past her bare pussy lips,
over her small round ass and down her short legs. The liquid hardens
instantly, coating her body in what looks like a pink latex.
“You should sell that to fetish companies,” you say.
Doctor Kubo ignores you and slips her hands into the large red gloves that
were sitting on the table. Lights flash around the wrists of the gloves and they
tighten around the Doctor’s hands. She flexes her fingers and comes over to
you.
The gauntlets still look like oven mitts to you. Doctor Kubo slaps her hands
together and small sparks appear.
“Keep an eye on the power levels,” Doctor Kubo says.
“I will,” Professor Akintola said with the weariness of being told how to do
his job.
“Let’s start with a light touch,” Doctor Kubo said. “Are you ready, Subject
Six?”
“Fuck you,” you snap.
Doctor Kubo places the palm of her gloved hand on your nipple. A jolt of
pain shoots through your nipple and into your breast. Your back arches and
you bite your lip to keep from crying out.
“Power levels at ninety percent,” Professor Akintola says. “They can easily
hold her. She must not be as strong as you estimated.”
Doctor Kubo gave her husband a quick glare and then turns her attention
back to you. “That was just a love tap. Let’s see how she reacts to a real
slap.”
The smiling woman walks behind you and out of sight. You stare straight
ahead and pretend to relax.
WHOMP! The heavy gauntlet smacks into your ass. You barely feel the
impact of the metal glove but you certainly feel the discharge of energy. It is
like getting slapped with lightning.
You grunt. That is the only sign of discomfort you will give them.
“Subject Six’s ass displays a nice burn pattern from the gauntlet strike,”
Doctor Kubo says. It sounds like she is speaking to someone or something.
Maybe she is making a recording of her observations?
WHOMP! The Doctor hits your ass again. Lightning strikes your left cheek.
Your back arches. You pull with your arms but the tentacles hold you tight. A
grunt rises through your throat.
“Testing burn pattern formation depending on curvature of buttocks,” Doctor
Kubo says.
What does that mean?
WHOMP! WHOMP! WHOMP! Lighting strikes your ass in a steady,
clockwise pattern. Doctor Kubo spanks your bottom with impressive
accuracy. Each slap narrowly avoids overlapping with the last. She circles
your ass and then gives you one hard slap on each buttock.
You hiss in pain. It is excruciating. It is a cross between touching a light
socket and brushing a hot pan. It hurts, but you will not cry out.
“Power levels at ninety-five percent,” Professor Akintola says. He sounds
almost bored.
Doctor Kubo steps to your side. Her cheeks are flushed. She licks her lips
with delight.
“Let’s see how these udders react,” Doctor Kubo says.
She grabs your breast with one hand. Pain surges through your soft flesh. The
Doctor squeezes and grinds your breast.
You glare at her, but nothing more.
Still holding onto your tit, Doctor Kubo reaches behind you. She grabs a
spanked ass and squeezes.
Pain flares through your ass and breast. The pain shoots through your body
and meets somewhere in the middle. The pain ricochets and burns through
every nerve in your body. From the tips of your fingers down to your toes,
every part of you stings.
“Fuck!” you cry out. Your back arches in rapid spasms. You shake and pull
on the tentacles but they hold you tight.
Doctor Kubo lets go. She laughs as you continue to shake with pain. The
sadistic woman is very proud of herself.
“Is it my turn?” Professor Akintola asks.
“Fuck off,” Doctor Kubo says. She runs her hand down the side of your leg.
You jump before realizing that there is no pain. The cruel Doctor had turned
it off and is just fucking with you.
Professor Akintola sighs. He starts to type.
A tentacle drops down near your head. You watch it with suspicion. The
tentacle goes for your neck. It wraps around you throat and squeezes.
It is fucking tight. You are tough, but you are also still sore from the yellow
beams. The tentacle constricts and it is harder to breathe.
Doctor Kubo doesn’t seem to notice. She whispers a voice command and the
gauntlets glow pink. Staring at your face, she brings a hand down to your
cotch.
The gauntlet cups your pussy. Stinging pain bites your flesh, but thankfully, it
is not as bad as the previous touches. Instead of the strike of lightning, this is
more like the prick of a needle.
You start to taunt Doctor Kubo when the tentacle around your neck cinches
tighter. The words are strangled in your throat. Your breathing is reduced to
small shallow breaths.
Doctor Kubo rubs the pain gauntlet against your pussy. The pricks of needles
move up and down your sex. Every nerve is sensitized and you clench in
response. Fuck, it hurts but it is also making you wet.
“Subject Six is showing signs of arousal,” Doctor Kubo says. “Question, are
the gauntlets stimulating her erogenous zone, or is she aroused by the
bondage and abuse?”
You glare at Doctor Kubo and hope she can see the answer in your hateful
eyes.
“Will attempt to bring Subject Six to orgasm,” Doctor Kubo says.
“Fat chance,” Professor Akintola says. “This slut needs a dick in her.”
Doctor Kubo ignores her husband. She grinds her palm into your pussy in a
circular motion. The needle pricks rotate, stinging deep along the nerves of
your pussy.
You fight it but your body reacts. Juices flow from your pussy. You buck
your hips to grind against the gauntlet. Moans escape your tight lips.
The tentacle around your neck squeezes tighter. You hear something crunch
and you hope it is the tentacle and not your throat. What little air you had left
is being squeezed out of you.
Doctor Kubo reaches behind you. Her other gauntlet grabs your spanked ass.
You flinch, but instead of unbearable pain, it is the pricking needles. That
you can handle.
A moment later, the prickling sensation from both gauntlets expands. You
stiffen as pricks seem to penetrate your ass, your pussy and everything in
between. The sensation is overwhelming, unbearable and intoxicating at the
same time.
You come. Pleasure overtakes the pain for one glorious moment before
giving way to the sting of a thousand needles. The climax goes away too
soon, giving you no time to savor it.
Doctor Kubo pulls the gauntlets away from you and frowns. “I think she
came but I am not sure. Ovie! Quit choking my subject!”
“She is my subject too,” Professor Akintola says as he types. The tentacle
around your throat releases.
You take a deep breath and steady yourself. Wait, your lungs feel fine. There
is no longer the leftover burning sensation from the yellow beams. You
subtly flex and twist your limbs. The aches are gone. You might have your
full strength back!
The Doctor looks at your body, trying to decide where to torment you next.
You picture yourself ripping free of these tentacles and grabbing her hands. It
might be fun to smash those gauntlets onto her own face.
But then, her husband would try to stop you. He could just use the beams on
you again. If he gets to them first, and uses them on you, it would be all over.
Who knows what they would do to you next? It might be better to just stay
limp and wait for a chance later.
Do you try you should try to escape now?
Yes, I owe these two a world of hurt.
No, it is not the right time.
I strip and punish Caitlin for her nasty article.
You let go of Caitlin’s hand. The pale redhead grabs her wrist and clutches it
close to her. She backs away from you and nearly trips over a coffee table.
“What are you going to do with me?” Caitlin asks.
“Whatever I want,” you respond.
You grab the front of Caitlin’s robe with both hands. She tries to keep her
robe closed but her puny strength is no match for yours. You pull her robe
open to reveal her nearly naked body. The only piece of clothing she has
under the robe is a white bra. Her pussy is covered in a wet mess of brown
pubic hair.
“Natural redhead, my ass,” you grunt.
Caitlin slips out of her robe and ducks under your arm. She tries to run but
only makes it too steps before you grab her by her long red hair. You give the
hair a pull and the reporter is yanked off her feet. She screams as you catch
her and pull her tight to your body.
“Let me go!” Caitlin yells. Your arm is across her waist. You pick her up and
the two of you float in the air. She kicks her legs uselessly.
“I owe you for shooting me,” you say. Your hand goes to her left breast.
Hooking the fabric with your hand, you easily rip it from her chest. The pale
breast spills out; covered in faint freckles.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Caitlin said. “You scared me!”
“I know I did,” you say. “Especially after all the nasty things you wrote about
me.” You grab the other brassiere cup and rip it from her breast. Now both of
her tits are out and exposed.
“That wasn’t me!” Caitlin says. “That was the people I interviewed! It was
your ex-boyfriends! That said that you were a pervert, not me!”
You grab Caitlin’s left nipple. Your fingers close around the hard flesh.
Hardly using any of your super-strength, you pinch.
“SHIT!” Caitlin screams. The redhead trembles in your grip. She flails with
her arms but you barely feel them.
You release her nipple. The pink flesh is now a bright red. You really crushed
it. Your hand goes to her other breast.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Caitlin says. “What do you want? I can issue a retraction!
I can do an expose where I say your ex’s are all liars! I can make up sources
who say you are great in bed!”
“I am great in bed,” you growl.
You pinch Caitlin’s other breast, this time avoiding the nipple. This time you
squeeze about an inch of her tit between your thumb and forefinger.
“FUCK!” Caitlin yells.
You add a twist to the pinch.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Caitlin yells. She squirms in a frenzy to try to
escape but your arm around her waist is stronger than steel.
You release the pinch. Your hand moved down over her soft belly and down
between her legs.
“No, no, no!” Caitlin yells. “Don’t you dare, you crazy bitch!”
You pause. She has the nerve to call you names? Clearly, you have been
going too easy on her.
Your fingers go to Caitlin’s sex. You push through the thick hair and grab
one of her pussy lips. Your fingers gently rub it.
“No, no, no, you dirty skank!” Caitlin yells.
You pinch Caitlin’s pussy lip. The redhead screams. You give her lip a
savage twist and she screams louder. The screaming stops when you release it
but your fingers quickly grab her opposite pussy lip and pinch it as well.
Caitlin fights like a wild animal in your arms. She twists, squirms and slams
her fist into your body. Your super-strength holds her in place and your
invulnerability makes you indifferent to her weak attacks.
You keep pinching. You go back and forth between both pussy lips. For
variety, you shift to her thighs and pinch them as well, but you make sure to
return to her pussy. That is what makes Caitlin scream the loudest.
Screaming is not all that she is doing. The redhead’s hips grind back and
forth. Juices flow from her pussy and coat your fingers. The screams get
shorter and slowly turn into shuddering moans.
Is this slut getting turned on by your abuse? It certainly feels like it. You
pause in your pinching and Caitlin continues to squirm. Usually pain blocks
your powers from arousing someone, so she is either turned on by the pain, or
your powers are overwhelming her discomfort. You wouldn’t be surprised if
it is both.
You give Caitlin a brief respite. Caitlin catches her breath as you wipe your
wet fingers on Caitlin’ stomach.
“Is that all you got?” Caitlin gasps.
You laugh out loud. Your hand goes to Caitlin’s breast and you cup her soft
flesh. Starting slow, you squeeze her tit in your hand.
“Oh shit, oh shit, I’m sorry!” Caitlin says.
You keep squeezing. Caitlin cries out and you keep squeezing. Your hand is
tighter than any vice as you crush her plump breast.
“FUCK!” Caitlin screams and you release her breast. She shakes in your grip.
You notice that her ass is grinding against the spandex of your crotch. Shit,
the slut is just getting more turned on!
You place your hand on Caitlin’s other breast.
“No, no, no,” Caitlin babbles but her ass is still grinding against your pelvis.
You squeeze Caitlin’s breast. The nipple is hard against your palm. You exert
a little of your super strength and Caitlin’s screams are ear-piercing. Now her
ass stops its seductive grinding.
There you go. All you had to do was increase the pain. Maybe you should
give Caitlin a good spanking. You like the idea of putting the defiant reporter
across your knees and spanking her pale ass a nice shade of a red. The
redhead has plenty of screams left to give you.
Pain is fun but there are other ways to punish Caitlin. How would she react if
you brought her to orgasm? After all the trash she wrote about you, it would
be nice to show her that she is the real pervert by making her come.
You take a moment and consider which torment will be the most fun for you.
How do you continue Caitlin’s ordeal?
I spank her across my lap.
I humiliate the hussy with an orgasm.
Yes, he is no match for dirty fighting!
This goody prude is not going to defeat you. It doesn’t matter that your body
hurts. True Blue is about to see how dirty you can get.
True Blue charges towards you. You reach down to your thong and pull the
snap. The thong pops open to reveal your shaved lips. True Blue stops in his
tracks and nearly falls over.
“What are you doing?” the hero asks.
You slip two fingers into your pussy. “You are turning me on,” you say.
“Stop that!” True Blue snaps. His perfect cheekbones flush with
embarrassment.
You stroke yourself faster and moan. “Oh yes, I like it when you are forceful.
Are you going to punish me if I don’t stop?”
“Yes,” True Blue whispers. “No! Just stop it!”

“Want a taste?” you ask as you pull your fingers free. You hold your wet
fingers out to him as you hover closer.
“No!” True Blue yells. He raises both hands to protect his face.
You surge forward in the air, feet first. Both heels crash into True Blue’s
crotch and lift him into the air. The pain of hitting his solid body makes you
grit your teeth but it is worth it to see him fly through the air.
True Blue crashes into a display case. Glass flies as True Blue’s ass crushes
an ancient couch. The hero jumps up with his hands around his crotch. He is
in pain, but also mortified to destroy a cultural treasure.
You fly at True Blue. He turns around just in time for you to poke his eye
with your wet fingers. The domino mask offers no protection. As True Blue
struggles, you smear your juices into both eyes.
“Get away!” True Blue yells. He shoves you and his hand catches an exposed
breast. His powerful strength flattens your breast as he sends you flying back.
You crash into another display case and through a table. Tiny artifacts spill
all around you. There is no time to see what priceless exhibits you have
trampled. Your tit hurts and your chest feels like a bus hit it.
True Blue is on one knee. He is furiously rubbing his eyes with his gloves.
The idiot might be doing more harm than helping.
You hover out of the broken display case. This is your chance. You look
around and spot the giant scythe blade from earlier. It is doubtful that it
would cut the hero’s skin, but the thing must weight a ton. You fly over to it
and pick it up. Oh yeah, it is just as heavy as you hoped.
“I’m taking you down, Temptress!” True Blue yells. There is a growl to his
voice that sends a chill down your spine. You’ve pissed the hero off.
You fly above True Blue with the scythe. The hero stands up and blinks his
eyes a few times.
“Blue Dick,” you say above him.
True Blue looks up.
You swing the scythe down towards True Blue. The hero squints with red
eyes. He barely sees the heavy weapon as it crashes into his head.
The stone scythe shatters against True Blue’s hard skull. The shrapnel from
the broken stone shoots through the hall. Glass cases explodes all around you.
True Blue wobbles for a moment before collapsing to the ground.
You drop down on top of True Blue and sit on his chest. Leaning forward,
you pin his shoulders with your knees. You punch him once and his head
turns to the side and stays there.
True Blue is out! You have defeated the greatest hero of Pinnacle City! And
you only had to trash a few priceless artifacts to do it!
There is nothing stopping you from getting Nefertiti’s jewelry and quite
frankly, you should hurry because the guards outside the museum won’t
stand around forever. Now is the time to gather what you came for and get
out of here.
But yet, you stay on top of True Blue’s unconscious body. He does have
amazing cheekbones. It seems like a waste to defeat such a handsome man
without taking the time to really enjoy what his body has to offer.
It is tempting to just slid onto his face and ride him. As horny as you are, it
wouldn’t take long. Fuck, as turned on as you are, you would probably come
twice.
Another tempting idea is to jerk him off. You know he wants you. Making
him come by your hands would be the ultimate humiliation for the prudish
hero.
How do you abuse the beaten hero?
I sit on his self-righteous face and perfect cheekbones.
I jerk off that cock I have been kicking and punching.
I chase after Professor Akintola.
You fly after the Professor. The door he ran through gets in your way and
you knock if from its hinges. A corridor stretches out in front of you and ends
in a T-junction. You zip down the hallway and look both ways. The Professor
is down the right hallway, just turning the corner.
“I see you!” you yell.
The Professor screams in terror.
You fly down the corridor as fast as you can and turn the corner. The
Professor is a slow runner and is barely ten meters away. You grin and charge
towards him.
Something emerges from the side of the wall. It is shaped like a laser. You
see it too late to stop yourself.
ZAPPP!
Blue fills your vision. Pain stings every inch of your body. The sound of
crackling deafens you. You float in the air, trapped in some sort of energy
field that is projected by the laser.
“Fuck this,” you say between clenched teeth. You will yourself towards the
laser.
Inch by inch, you get closer to the projector. The crackling grows louder. The
energy field turns a deeper shade of blue. The stinging intensifies.
You reach the projector. Your fingers close around the end and squeeze. The
metal crumples in your hand.
The blue field vanishes. You drop to the ground. The stinging pain vanishes.
“Fuck THIS,” you snarl.
You fly after the Professor. A large metal door is at the end of the corridor. It
is labeled, ‘Armory’.
KRAK! You crash through the door and into a large room. Weapons line the
walls. Professor Akintola is to your right, holding a large gun of some kind.
He has it pointed at you.
“Don’t you dare!” you snap. “I am tired of getting hit with your DAMN
science shit!”
The Professor freezes.
You fly over to the Professor. He holds onto the weapon despite being too
afraid to use it. You take it out of his hands and toss it over your shoulder. He
cringes and backs away.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” he says. “It was all my wife’s plan!”
“Coward,” you say and you float closer to him. You place your hand on top
of his bald head.
Professor Akintola closes his eyes in fear. He is silent for a moment and then
moans. His head moves back and forth as he rubs against your hand. The
Professor opens his eyes and then stares at your cleavage.
“Where is your wife, coward?” you ask.
“Probably in her panic room,” Professor Akintola says.
“Hmm, I bet a scientist like her has a pretty tough panic room to break into,”
you say.
“Don’t worry,” Professor Akintola says. “I hacked it weeks ago.”
“What a terrible husband you are,” you say. “Open it for me.”
“I can do better than just open it,” Professor Akintola says. “I can send a
robot to get her out and bring her to you. I just need to do it from the lab.”
You snap your fingers. “Hurry.”
Professor Akintola rushes past you. He runs faster to please you then he did
when he was afraid for his life. You fly behind him as he runs back into the
laboratory. He types at a computer and then sits down in a chair.
“Where do you want her?” Professor Akintola asks.
“Do you have any restraining equipment here?” you ask.
Professor Akintola grins. “We sure do!”
The Professor runs over to a metal arch. He types at another computer panel
and metal arms extend inward around the arch. The arms are shaped like
tentacles.
“Kinky,” you say.
A door opens. A small red robot levitates into the laboratory. Behind it, is
Doctor Kubo, floating inside a red energy field. It looks similar to the field
that tried to hold you in the hallway. Judging by the twitching of the Doctor’s
face, it hurts her just as much as it did you.
The robot floats over to the tentacle arch. Professor Akintola types on a
computer and two of the tentacles come to life. They reach down and grab
Doctor Kubo by the wrists. The red field vanishes and Doctor Kubo can
move again. She falls a few feet until the tentacles holding her wrists stops
her fall. She winces as her arms support her entire weight.
“Ovie!” Doctor Kubo yells. “What is going on? What are you doing?”
Professor Akintola doesn’t answer his wife. He types a command and the red
robot flies away. The tentacles slowly lower Doctor Kubo to the ground so
she can stand on her own two feet. With the tentacles holding her arms
straight out, she isn’t going anywhere.
“You stupid shit,” Doctor Kubo says. “She touched you, didn’t she? How
could you let that happen? I bet you tried to grab her giant cow tits!”
Professor Akintola stares at your cleavage again. “No, not yet,” he says
wistfully. “Can I, Temptress? I did what you asked.”
“I’ll think about it,” you say. “Tell me though, what sex thing does your wife
hate the most.”
“Don’t you dare tell her, Ovie,” Doctor Kubo says. Every word drips with
menace.
“She hates spankings” Professor Akintola says. “She considers it demeaning,
but she insists on spanking me. She likes to dish it out but she can’t take it.”
“Shut your fucking mouth, you piece of shit!”
“But I would much rather suck on your breasts, Temptress,” Professor
Akintola says. “Please let me touch them.”
The handsome professor’s interest in you is tempting. Doctor Kubo’s
jealousy of your larger tits is also intoxicating. After all the energy beams and
weird fields today, some breast worship would feel nice right about now.
But then again, watching the arrogant Doctor get spanked by her husband
would feel nice too. A good spanking is just the beginning of what the
insulting Doctor deserves.
What do you do with the bound Doctor?
I command Professor Akintola to spank his wife.
I allow Professor Akintola to worship my breasts while his wife watches.
I grope and seduce Caitlin with my powers.
You let go of Caitlin’s wrist and transfer your grip to her hair. The long red
hair feels like silk in your hand. You really need to find out what kind of
product she uses.
“Come on,” you tell Caitlin and fly back into the living room. You drag
Caitlin by her hair and make her stand next to the chair that she was
masturbating in. Once she is in place, you let go of her hair and grab her robe.
You pull it open to reveal her nearly naked body. The only piece of clothing
she has is a white bra.
“This has to go,” you say. You pull Caitlin’s robe from her body and toss it to
the floor.
“What are you doing?” Caitlin asks. She places one hand over her hairy sex
and the other across her breasts. It is futile of her to try to cover such large
tits with one arm.
“You keep asking questions. It must be the reporter in you,” you say. “From
now on, I’ll be asking the questions.”
You pull Caitlin’s arm away from her breasts. The reporter tries in vain to
fight your super-strength. You grab the center of her bra and rip it apart with
your super strength.
“Fuck!” Caitlin yells. “Do you know how expensive that was?”
“Good, you say and you cup one of her tits with your hand. You just let your
fingers rest there. Now all you have to do is let your power work on her.
Caitlin stops talking but her face betrays her emotions. She is defiant for a
few seconds and then her lips open in a gasp. Her eyes dart down to your
hand and she licks her lips. A flush comes over her cheeks that spreads down
her neck and to the top of her pale breasts. She shudders and closes her eyes.
“What were you watching?” you ask.
“Porn,” Caitlin whispers.
Still cupping Caitlin’s breast, you place your other hand on her cheek. She
breathes harder. You run your thumb over her chin.
“What is the name of it?” you ask.
“Pink is the new Black,” Caitlin whispers.
“How creative,” you say. You trace the curve of Caitlin’s lip with your
thumb. “Did you like it?”
“Yes,” Caitlin says. A tiny moan escapes her mouth.
“Did you wish that you were the submissive, or the dominatrix?” you ask.
Caitlin closes her eyes. She almost says something but stops. Interesting, the
reporter is resisting you.
You gently sink your fingers into Caitlin’s breast. The nipple is hard against
your palm. Ever so carefully, you knead her heavy breast.
“Oh!” Caitlin moans. Her eyes pop back open.
“Answer me,” you say.
“I want to be the submissive,” Caitlin says.
Your thumb slips inside Caitlin’s mouth. Her lips close around it and she
sucks.
“How interesting,” you say. “Your article on me said that I was a pervert for
enjoying power games. Does that mean that you are a pervert too?”
Caitlin groans with your thumbs between her lips. Stress furrows her brow.
She doesn’t want to answer.
You stop kneading her breast and move your hand to her other tit. Your
fingers close around her hard nipple but you don’t pinch. You just softly roll
her nipple between your fingers.
Caitlin moans and nods her head, finally answering your question.
“Yes, you are a dirty little pervert,” you say. You pull your thumb from
Caitlin’s lips with a ‘POP’. She looks disappointed but you move your hand
down to between her legs. Your hand palms the damp bush of her sex. You
press gently until you feel the heat of her pussy.
“Oh God, what are you doing?” Caitlin asks.
You resist the urge to pull her pubic hair. “No, no, I ask the questions,” you
say. “Unless you want me to stop?”
Caitlin shakes her head.
“Should I stop?” you say. “I want to be sure. I’m a supervillain but consent is
very important.”
Caitlin shakes her head again.
“Say it,” you command.
“Don’t stop,” Caitlin whispers.
You laugh and grab the back of Caitlin’s head. With your other hand still on
her pussy, you pull her in for a kiss. As your lips meet, you start to rub
Caitlin’s sex.
Caitlin moans into your lips. Her tongue grapples with yours but pauses as
she gives in to your stroking. The aroused redhead grabs your hips and tries
to pull you to her.
You break the kiss but keep your hand on Caitlin’s sex. Your faces are so
close that your noses are touching. Caitlin is almost panting in your face.
“Normally I would punish someone for touching me without my permission,”
you say. “But I will allow it for you.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Caitlin says.
You laugh. Caitlin is so deep under your power. “Don’t call me Mistress.
Temptress is the only name I need.”
“Yes, Temptress,” Caitlin says.
You kiss Caitlin again. This time you don’t hold back. You devour her mouth
and claim her with your lips and tongue. At the same time, you stroke
between Caitlin’s thighs until her hand is soaking wet.
When your lips part again, Caitlin is flushed and breathless. You keep
stroking and her pussy grinds against your touch.
“Are you a horny slut?” you ask.
Caitlin nods her head without hesitation. “Yes, Temptress,” she says.
“And do you want to come, horny slut?” you ask.
“God, yes, Temptress,” Caitlin says. Her fingers clench your hips. She breaks
a nail on your invulnerable skin.
“Hmmm,” you say as you consider it. Your hand continues to rub her pussy.
It would be fun to make her come. It would seal your power over her, at least
for the night.
On the other hand, you are pretty wet yourself. You came tonight to punish
Caitlin, and so far, she is getting off easy. Perhaps you should put that pretty
mouth of hers to work pleasing you.
What do you do with the horny reporter?
I make Caitlin come.
I make Caitlin pleasure me.
No, he is going outlast me.
When True Blue talks about being a role-model, it might not be an act. The
hero might truly believe the bullshit he spouts. If that is true, then you have
picked the wrong way to fight him.
You got one more trick up your sleeve. Well, down your crotch, but it is the
best shot you got. This has to work!
True Blue charges towards you. You reach down to your thong and pull the
snap. The thong pops open to reveal your shaved lips. You quickly stroke
your pussy as lewdly as possibly.
The hero doesn’t even look. A blue fist crashes into your face. The Museum
spins around you. Pain explodes along your jaw.
Oh shit.
True Blue grabs your leg and pulls you down. A knee lifts into your stomach.
The air rushes out of you as something drops on your neck. It feels like an
entire train but you know it was just the hero’s fist.
You smash into the ground. Everything goes black for a split second. You
rise up on your hands and knees.
True Blue grabs your right arm. He holds it at the wrist and elbow. With you
still on your knees, the hero apples pressure to your arm. It feels like it is
about to twist and snap at the same time.
“Asshole!” you yell. You throw a punch into True Blue’s leg that has no
effect. The hero tightens his grip and pain lances down your arm. You try to
punch at his crotch but he steps slightly behind you while holding your arm.
“Zip your top back up!” True Blue says.
“Fuck you!” you yell. You look down and both of your tits are out.
True Blue applies more torque to your arm. Lightning races up and down
your arm.
“Do it!” True Blue yells.
“Do it yourself!” you yell back. It is hard to think with your arm hurting this
much.
True Blue lets go of your arm. You grab your arm and hold it close to your
chest.
WHAM! A fist crashes into the side of your head. A pit suddenly opens
before you and swallows you into darkness.
You awake on your back. True Blue is kneeling beside you. He pulls your
zipper up. Your breasts get in the way and the hero roughly grabs them. He
stuffs them back into your spandex and finishes zipping you up.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you whisper. The asshole really did do it
himself.
“You are the most vile woman I have ever met,” True Blue says. His cheeks
are flushed. “I can’t believe you would expose yourself like that.”
You laugh and then wince. Pain ricochets along the faulty lines of your skull.
You move your leg and notice something.
“You’re pretty obsessed with my tits but you left my pussy out,” you say.
“Shameless,” True Blue says. “Absolutely shameless.”
There is a deepening growl to his voice. Your eyes dart to the bulge in his
pants. It looks like a python is stirring within his pants.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” you say, pointing at his crotch.
True Blue’s perfect cheekbones flush red. “That’s it! It is time someone
taught you a lesson, missy!”
Missy?
True Blue grabs you by the waist. He stands up, easily pulling your body
with him. Carrying you with both arms, he storms over to a sitting
sarcophagus. He tosses you onto the stone coffin and bends you over. Your
legs are kicked apart and a gloved hand grabs your ass.
“What are you doing?” you demand. You start to rise and a hand pushes your
head down. The stone sarcophagus grinds against your face.
“Something long overdue,” True Blue yells.
WHAP! A gloved hand smashes into your ass. Pain blossoms along your
bottom. The asshole plans to spank you!
You try to rise but his grip on your head is too strong. If the fucker wants to
spank you, he can do it with ease. Maybe you should lay here and take it.
After he is done, he might let his guard down and you can escape.
WHAP! True Blue spanks your ass again. Fire burns in both butt cheeks. You
don’t know if you can take a spanking from his super strength. Perhaps you
should offer himself something else for your punishment, like your willing
mouth?
Do you let True Blue spank you?
No! I will offer to suck him off!
Yes! I will take it!
I chase after Doctor Kubo.
You fly towards the Doctor. She runs in a blind panic towards the door. She
is fast, but you are angry. You cut through the air and grab the back of her lab
coat.
Doctor Kubo screams. You pull back and she wiggles like a madwoman. The
Doctor slips out of her coat and runs through a door. The door slam shuts and
a red light flashes above it.
What does the red light mean? Fuck if you care. You deliver a swift kick to
the door. The door flies off the hinges.
You fly through the doorway. Doctor Kubo is at the end of a long hallway.
There is a large metal door in front of her. She punches away at a keypad in a
panic.
A turret drops down from the ceiling. It spins around to face you and fires a
rapid burst of bullets.
You hold your hand out to block it. The bullets sting the palm of your hand.
It feels a lot like someone pricking your palm with a tack.
Doctor Kubo stares at you. The look of horror on her face is delicious. She
turns back to the keypad and keeps hitting buttons.
You fly towards the gun. The bullets keep raining into your hand. With your
other hand, you tear the gun from the turret.
The door in front of Doctor Kubo starts to rise. The scientist sobs with relief.
The door rises slowly and the Doctor hunches down. She will crawl through
as soon as she can.
“No,” you say and you fly down the hallway. The door rises enough for
Doctor Kubo to crawl through. She scrambles like a crab through the narrow
passage.
You grab Doctor Kubo’s foot. The scream of terror on the other side is music
to your ears. You pull her back through the doorway and lift her up. The
Doctor dangles in the air, suspended by her ankle.
Doctor Kubo’s glasses fall from her face and land on the floor. You place
your boot on her glasses and crush them. The doctor squints up at you in
horror.
“What’s through there?” you ask.
“My panic room,” Doctor Kubo says.
“I’m not a scientist, but you need a faster door,” you say. “Where did your
husband go?”
Doctor Kubo says nothing.
You drop the Doctor to the ground. She lands in a crumpled heap. You reach
down and grab her by the long black hair. Wow, it is really silky to the touch.
You twist the hair in your hand and she cries out.
“Answer me,” you say.
“I don’t know!” Doctor Kubo says.
“Really?” you say. You pull Doctor Kubo to her feet. As she squints at you,
you bring your other hand up and cup her cheek.
Doctor Kubo’s face relaxes. She leans into your hand. As your seduction
power takes hold of the Doctor, she lets out a low moan. You let go of her
hair and she turns her head to kiss your hand. Her small tongue comes out
and flicks the tips of your fingers.
“Where is your husband, slave?” you ask.
“I don’t know, Megami, but I can find out,” Doctor Kubo says. “I inserted a
microscopic tracker on him last year. He has no idea.”
“Find him,” you command.
Doctor Kubo whimpers as you take your hand away. She reaches into her
pants pocket and pulls out her cell phone. A few swipes later, and she has
him located.
“He’s hiding in the armory, Megami” Doctor Kubo says. “Oh, he might be
making something that can hurt you. Let me send a robot to fetch him for
you. Where should the robot bring him?”
“Back to your lab,” you say. “You have something to restrain him there,
don’t you?”
“Yes, Megami,” Doctor Kubo says. She activates an app on her phone and
types in a few commands. “I will show you.”
Doctor Kubo walks towards the lab as she monitors her phone. You float
behind her. The Doctor leads you back to the lab and towards a group of four
chairs. Each chair looks like a barber’s chair except for the metal restraints on
the arms and feet of the chair.
“The robot has captured Ovie and is bringing him here, Megami,” Doctor
Kubo reports.
“What does Megami mean?” you ask.
“Goddess,” Doctor Kubo says.
“Hmm, I will allow it,” you say. You’d rather be called Temptress, but when
Doctor Kubo says Megami with her Japanese accent, it makes your pussy
clench in response.
A door opens. A large blue robot walks through, holding a struggling
Professor Akintola. The head of the robot is half-melted into slag. It also
walks with a limp. Doctor Kubo had the right idea sending the robot.
“Kaede! What is going on?” Professor Akintola yells.
Doctor Kubo ignores him and types a command. The blue robot carries the
Professor to a nearby chair and sets him down. The restraints on the chair
lock automatically around his wrists and ankles. Once he is secured, the robot
stomps away and returns to wherever it came from.
“You stupid cunt,” Professor Akintola says to his wife. “You let her touch
you! I can’t believe you would be that careless!”
“Her touch excites me more than yours ever did,” Doctor Kubo says. She
drops to her knees and squints up at you. “In fact, I am begging you, Megami,
please touch me. I ache for your touch!”
“I will consider it,” you say. “Tell me, Doctor, what is the one sex thing your
husbands hate most of all.”
“Biting,” Doctor Kubo says. “He hates it when I bite him and never lets me
do it, even though it turns me on so much.”
“Shut up!” Professor Akintola says. His dark face is almost pale with fear. It
is delicious to behold.
What do you with a bound Professor?
I command Doctor Kubo to bite the Professor as much as she wants.
I touch and pleasure the Professor’s wife as he watches.
Make her eat me on camera.
“Tonight is your lucky night,” you say. You walk around to the front of the
camera where Caitlin is sitting. Turning slightly to face the camera, you pull
down your zipper to let your heavy breasts fall free. You grab the back of
Caitlin’s head and pull her down to your breast.
Caitlin sucks on your nipple. She groans loudly into your tit. Her hand comes
up to grope your other breast and you let her.
You look at the camera and smile. All across the world, Caitlin’s fans watch
her suck on your breast. Many will be horrified but many more will wish that
they were in her place.
“Greedy little slut,” you say. You pull hard on Caitlin’s hair and pry her
mouth from your nipple. It amuses you to hold her mouth a few inches from
your hard nipple.
Caitlin stretches her tongue out. The pink tongue flicks the air as she tries to
reach you. She makes pathetic whining noises as you deny her your nipple.
“Enough,” you say and you release Caitlin’s hair. “Go sit on your chair.”
The redhead scrambles over the desk and back into her chair. While she does
that, you zip your top back up to contain your large breasts. You then fly into
the air and hover over the desk. Facing her, you float downwards and spread
your legs. You lay back on the empty air and your flying powers keep you
steady.
“Eat me, whore,” you demand.
Caitlin dips her down between your spread thighs. She pops the snaps on
your thong and exposes your bare pussy lips. Her fingers spread you open as
her tongue takes a loving lick. That is followed by another lick and then
another before accelerating to a flurry of rapid licking.
You look at the laptop screen to see how the camera views the two of you. It
is perfect. The bottom of the screen is the valley of your spandex cleavage
while the middle shows Caitlin’s face on your pussy. Your powerful legs
formed a ‘V’ to frame her head.
“Look at the camera, slut,” you say.
Caitlin looks up, her mouth still on your pussy. Her eyes are half-closed with
desire. There is a flush to her cheeks that has nothing to do with shame.
“Tell your audience how I taste,” you say.
“Temptress tastes delicious,” Caitlin says. She lifts her mouth to talk. A
strand of pussy juice connects her lips to your sex. “It is the most amazing
thing I have ever tasted. Better than cock, better than chocolate and better
than gelato. I want to lick this for-“
“Enough!” you say. You reach up and pull her head back down onto your
pussy. Caitlin squeals as you shove her back down but she also resumes
licking.
You feel a finger slip inside you. Annoyance flickers within you. You hadn’t
given her permission to penetrate you but then again, it does feel nice. The
little slut knows what she is doing. The slender finger slides in and out of you
at a slow steady pace while her tongue continues its frantic worship. The
contrasts in speeds sensitizes your already sensitive pussy.
“Lick that pussy, you jealous bitch,” you command.
Caitlin moans onto your pussy.
“Show your fans what a good, pussy-licking whore you are,” you say.
Caitlin nods as she fingers and licks you.
“Use that mouth for something useful for a change,”
Caitlin whimpers into your pussy.
“Tell everyone that you are you a cunt-munching slut,” you demand.
Caitlin lifts her mouth. Her face is drenched in pussy juice. “I am a cunt-
munching slut!”
You bring your legs together to clap the sides of Caitlin’s head. The power of
your thighs stuns the redhead. The sides of her face are bright red from the
sting of your super-hard flesh. The pain of the twin slaps keeps her conscious.
“I didn’t say to stop licking!” you snarl. “Keep eating me while you say it!”
Caitlin nods her head with glazed eyes. She drops back down onto your pussy
and resumes licking. “Mm, mmm m mmmhmmmhmm mm!”
You grab her head and pull her hard against your pussy. “Louder!” you snap.
“Mm mmm m mmmmhmmm mm!” she says into your pussy.
“Louder!” you say. “Everyone watching wants to hear you!”
“MM MMM M MMMHMM MM!” Caitlin yells. Her lips vibrate against
your pussy.
“Again!”
“MM MMM M MMMHMM MM!” Caitlin yells.
“Again, slut!” you yell.
“MM MMM M MMMHMM MM!” Caitlin yells.
You are close. Without warning, you push Caitlin away from your pussy and
fly into the air. Caitlin squeals as you grab her and toss her onto her back on
the desk. Her head hangs off the desk and you float back down. Your thighs
close and you straddle her face.
Caitlin resumes licking. She is out of breath and the position is terrible for her
back, but the little slut is still licking. That is how irresistible you are.
You reach forward and grab the camera. Holding the heavy piece of
equipment with one hand, you point it down at Caitlin’s face. Your pussy
covers her mouth but everyone can see the adoration in her eyes.
“Keep those open and make me come,” you command.
Caitlin nods, which is impressive with your tight thighs around her head. She
finds new reserves of energy and licks you with an endless amount of
passion. Her fingernails dig into your perfect ass as she tries to get more of
your delicious sex into her mouth.
You zoom the camera close on her face for everyone to admire. The messy
sounds of her licking fill the studio. Her face moves up and down as she tries
to fuck you with her mouth. Throughout it all, her green eyes stay locked on
you with worship.
Pleasure comes quicker than you expect. Your orgasm explodes like a
shockwave through your body. At the last moment you remember to spread
your thighs so you don’t crush the reporter with your climax. You scream
your pleasure and feel the apartment shake around you.
Sated, you grab Caitlin by the hair and toss her to the ground. The redhead
screams as she hits the ground. She gasps for air and tries to recover.
“Hmm, I have had better,” you say. You turn the camera off and toss it
through a wall. Snapping your thong back in place, you float out of the
studio.
“Wait!” Caitlin yells behind you. “Where are you going? I need you!”
“Yes, you do,” you say as you fly out the balcony door and into the city.
Caitlin wails with despair. It gives you a pleasant feeling deep in your sex.
*Epilogue*
You sit on Geoff’s back as you have your morning coffee. The billionaire is
on his hands and knees, struggling to maintain a stable surface for you to sit.
His ass is bright red from his earlier failure.
On the television screen is the local morning anchor of Channel Six news,
Brett Webber.
“For those just joining us, local and federal authorities are investigating the
bizarre and pornographic broadcast made last night on social media by
award-winning journalist, Caitlin Cole. Ms. Cole declared that quote, “I love
Temptress so much!”, unquote. Ms. Cole then went on to describe several
sexual acts that she wanted to perform with the notorious super-villainess.
After making her declaration, Ms. Cole went on to participate in those acts
while over one million viewers watched.
We here at Channel Six cannot show any of this broadcast due to the graphic
nature. However, copies of the video have been uploaded to various websites
and is currently the number one search on Joojle.
Ms. Cole is currently at a local medical facility. The Temptress is still at
large.
According to a survey posted on our website, eighty-two percent of you think
Caitlin Cole’s confessions of love were genuine. After the break, a panel of
experts will discuss Caitlin Cole’s humiliating broadcast and the claims that
she secretly loved the Temptress all along.”
You laugh and take another drink of your coffee. This is going to be a good
day to stay home and watch television.
The end.
Yes! No man can resist my touch!
True Blue lets out a long moan. He is still staring at your crotch. The grip on
your thighs relaxes. Now he is just holding onto your legs.
It is time to finish this. You reach down to your crotch and pull. The snaps
pop free to show the bare lips of your pussy.
True Blue shudders between your thighs.
“That is what you want, isn’t it?” you say.
True Blue tries to nod his head but you have it pinned between your thighs.
“Would you like a lick?” you ask.
True Blue doesn’t answer. A look of fear crosses his face and disappears. He
is still resisting.
“Go ahead, I won’t tell,” you say and your legs part.
True Blue reaches out and grabs your hips. He pulls your wet sex to his eager
mouth. The hero moans as he nuzzles against your pussy.
You laugh in triumph. Using your flight powers, you hover in the air as True
Blue grinds his face into your pussy. You stretch your legs out and savor your
victory.
That is when you notice something. True Blue isn’t eating your pussy. Oh, he
is furiously rubbing his face on it and that feels nice, but there is no tongue.
What is up with that?
You pull True Blue’s head from between your legs. The handsome hero’s
face is covered in your juices There is a blissful smile on his face but you
can’t help but notice that his lips are closed.
“What’s the matter?” you ask. “Heroes don’t eat pussy?”
True Blue looks into your eyes. “I really like your hair.”
Damn, he is deep under your power. The sincerity of his compliment sends a
warm feeling through your body. You can almost forgive him for being
averse to muffin munching.
True Blue reaches for your waist and pulls you down until you are hovering
at eye-level with him. He licks his lips and then leans in for a kiss.
You let him kiss you. His lips taste like your pussy. The hero is incredibly
gentle. His arms wrap around you and a shudder goes through you. He starts
slow as his tongue lovingly explores your mouth.
True Blue growls softly into your mouth. His hand cups your ass cheek. He
moves his other hand to the back of your head and run his fingers through
your hair. His hips thrust ever so slightly and you feel his bulge against you.
Fuck, it would so easy to melt into these strong arms. After months of
dominating losers and weaklings like Geoff, True Blue’s powerful body is a
welcome change. You debate ripping his clothes off and have him pound you
with that jackhammer body.
As nice as that sounds, you feel like you would be ignoring a big opportunity.
True Blue is under your power, which means now is the time to truly
humiliate him. You could make him beg for it, make him degrade himself
and maybe get him to actually eat pussy. It wouldn’t be as passionate as a
wild fuck, but wickedness has its own satisfaction.
True Blue holds you tighter him as he kisses harder. You feel his bulge
rubbing against your belly. It is time to make a choice.
What pleasure do you take with the seduced hero?
I fuck True Blue’s brains out.
I tease and humiliate True Blue.
Yes, I am fighting back with my super pussy!
The Professor has a good cock but you have had enough. These fools have
dared to fuck with you and they will pay the price.
You relax and wait until Professor Akintola is as deep as possible inside you.
Before he can pull back for another thrust, you clench down. You start slow
and watch his face.
Professor Akintola frowns. He grunts and then tries to pull out. His eyes
widen with fear. He pushes as hard as he can on the back of your thighs but
your pussy holds on. The fear on his face is replaced with pain as you keep
clenching.
“Too tight! Too tight!” Professor Akintola yells.
Doctor Kubo stands up from her desk. “What’s going on, Ovie?”
“SHE’S BREAKING MY DICK!” the Professor screams.
You laugh with the tentacle still in your mouth and clench tighter. Something
cracks inside your pussy. Hopefully it is the condom.
“Let go of him right now!” Doctor Kubo says to you.
You look at the Doctor with the most bored expression you can muster with a
tentacle in your mouth. The Doctor types and the tentacle withdraws. You
stretch your aching jaw and clench tighter.
“FUCK!” Professor Akintola screams.
“Let him go!” Doctor Kubo says again. “Or I’ll get the stimulator!”
“Take one step away from that computer and I’ll snap his cock in half!” you
say.
“NO!” Professor Akintola screams.
Doctor Kubo freezes in place.
“Release me, right now!” you command.
Doctor Kubo doesn’t move. She looks at her husband and then tilts her head.
Is she thinking about it?
You squeeze tighter.
“FUCCCK!” Professor Akintola screams. “DO IT! DO IT!”
Doctor Kubo sighs. “We could try replacing it with a cyber-graft,” she says.
“FUCK YOU! LET HER GO! SAVE MY DICK!”
“Wimp,” Doctor Kubo says and she turns to the computer. A single button
click and the tentacles let go of your wrists and ankles.
You start to fall but your flight power kicks in. You hover in the air as you
give the Professor’s cock one final clench. He screams and you relax your
pussy. The Professor stumbles back, clutching his damaged cock.
“BITCH! CUNT! WHORE!” Professor Akintola screams.
Doctor Kubo runs to the table holding the beam weapons. You kick Professor
Akintola and fly across the room to his wife. As the Professor crashes
through a table, you catch up to the Doctor and grab the back of her lab coat.
The Doctor wiggles and slips out of her jacket. They tiny woman is quick!
You are quicker. Before the Doctor can take two steps, you slap her on the
back. Your super-strength sends her flying through the air and over her
weapons. She smashes into a shelf and knocks it over.
“What should I do with you?” you ask. You hold onto the lab coat as you fly
over to the Doctor. As she stands up, you wrap the coat around her as a
makeshift restraint.
Doctor Kubo looks up at you. She lost her glasses when you slapped her, so it
is more of a squint. The lovely face is flushed and her panting lips give you
dirty ideas.
You glance at Professor Akintola. The tall man is down on top of the
collapsed table. He isn’t moving at all. There is no need to worry about him.
“On the one hand, I should just touch you and make you my slave,” you say
to Doctor Kubo. “Your husband made me come but I bet you could do
better.”
The color drains from Doctor Kubo’s face.
“Then again, you raped my mouth with that tentacle,” you say. “I should skip
touching you so you can be fully aware when I make you gag on your own
tentacles.”
Doctor Kubo presses her lips together. She might be scared, but she is putting
on a brave front. Unlike her husband, who is still moaning on the floor.
What do you do with the captive Doctor Kubo?
I touch her and make her pleasure me.
I deny her my touch and use a tentacle on that cute mouth.
Make her fuck the Neufeld award on camera.
You retrieve the Neufeld award from where you had dropped it. The heavy
award left a dent in the floor. You bring it to the studio and hand it to Caitlin.
“This is one of the awards I got for my terrible article,” Caitlin says. “I used
to be proud of it but now it makes me sick just to look at it.”
“Fuck it,” you tell her from behind the camera.
Caitlin does a double-take. “You want me to fuck it? But, but, it is so big!”
You glare at her and shake your head slowly in disgust.
“No, no!” Caitlin pleads. “I’m sorry, I’ll do it!” She looks directly in the
camera and says, “Temptress wants me to fuck myself with this award. It is
only right that I do it. It is the least I can do for acting so badly.”
Caitlin brings the shiny silver award down between her thighs. It is so heavy
that she has to use both hands to hold it. She presses the end of the faux-
rocket against her pussy lips. Wiggling back and forth, she slowly pushes it
in.
“Fuck!” Caitlin yells but she keeps pushing. Inch by inch, she takes the thick
and unyielding reward into her pussy. She keeps pushing until it is halfway
into her and then she shakes her head.
“It is too big!” Caitlin says. “I can’t take anymore!”
“All of it,” you command.
Caitlin looks at you with pleading eyes. You are indifferent to her begging.
She nods her head meekly and keeps pushing.
“SHIT!” Caitlin cries. Another inch goes in and then another. The raised
studs on the side of the award disappear into her pussy. She closes her thighs
around the invading award.
“Keep your legs open!” you snap.
Caitlin spreads her legs again. Using both hands, she twists and turns the
award as she tries to get another inch inside of her. Pussy juice forms a
puddle on the desk.
You take control of the camera and zoom in on her face. Tears sparkle in her
eyes as she tries to fuck the silver monster. Her cheeks are flushed and her
nostrils are flaring. She looks at you with a mix of adoration and despair.
A gentle push and the camera points down to her crotch. The award-stuffed
pussy fills the screen. The internal resistance of her pussy muscles makes the
award wiggle in place.
“There, there, there,” Caitlin babbles. She did it. Most of the rocket-shaped
award is inside her. Only the base remains.
You zoom the camera back out so the viewers can see her face and pussy at
the same time.
“Now fuck yourself,” you command.
Caitlin shakes her head. That surprises you! There are limits to her devotion.
You reach out and grab her ankle. She gasps as your skin makes contact with
her. It is just your hand around her ankle but it is enough. Her eyes glaze over
and she shudders with pleasure.
“Fuck yourself, slut,” you command. “Fuck yourself for me.”
Caitlin nods in obedience. She grabs the base of the award and slowly pulls it
partway out. Every inch makes her grimace and shudder. She then pushes it
back in, crying out as it sinks back into her.
“Good slut,” you say and you let go of Caitlin’s foot.
She keeps going. Spreading her legs wide for the camera, Caitlin slowly
fucks herself with the Neufeld. The silver award sparkles from the abundant
pussy juice. After a few thrusts, the award slides in a little easier and slides
out a little quicker.
Tears flow down Caitlin’s cheeks. Is it shame or devotion that makes her cry?
You are not sure but the crying redhead looks great on camera.
“Tell everyone that you deserve this,” you command.
Caitlin looks straight at the camera. Nearly split in half by the Neufeld, she is
still a professional. It is almost admirable.
“I have been a bad slut,” Caitlin confesses. “I don’t deserve this award.
Everything I said about Temptress was wrong. I am the horny slut. I am the
bad girl. I am the one who is a filthy whore. Fucking myself with this award
is just what I deserve. I hope Temptress knows how sorry I am!”
Caitlin grabs her breast without being told. She pinches her nipple and cruelly
twists it. At the same time, she fucks herself just a little bit faster with the
Neufeld. Her arm trembles with the exertion of masturbating with the heavy
award but she pushes through it. The besotted reporter is lost in her lust for
you.
“Come, slut,” you tell her. “Come for me.”
“Yes!” Caitlin yells. “I am going to come for you, Temptress! I am going to
come on this big fat trophy! It belongs to you! I belong to you! Oh, oh, OH!”
Caitlin climaxes. She grits her teeth and her body undulates. The base of the
Neufeld shakes outside her pussy. She shudders once, twice and a third time
before nearly falling off the desk.
“Take it out and present it to me, slut,” you command. “On your knees.”
Caitlin grabs the base of the award with both hands. Gasping with pain, she
slowly tugs it free of her pussy. It comes free and Caitlin sobs. She doesn’t
hop down from the desk as much as she falls.
You point the camera so that it looks down on her. Caitlin rises to her knees.
She holds the Neufeld in her hands. It is covered in her juices. Crawling
forward, Caitlin raises the award towards the camera.
“Take it, Temptress,” Caitlin says. “Please take it and accept my apology.”
You reach for the award. The camera only sees your hand as you pick it up.
You pull the award away from the camera view.
“It is a good start,” you say. “Now gather the rest of the awards you won for
that article. I want you to fuck each and every one of them on camera. Don’t
stop until you come with each one.”
Caitlin’s eyes widen in terror. Her bottom lip trembles. A tear drips from her
cheek.
“Each one?” she whispers.
“Each fucking one,” you repeat.
Caitlin stares at you and then sobs. “Okay, I will do it for you.”
“You better,” you say. Holding onto the soaked Neufeld, you turn around and
fly into the living room.
“Wait!” Caitlin calls. “Where are you going?”
“You have your orders,” you say and you fly through the balcony door and
out into the city.
*Epilogue*
His ass is bright red from his earlier failure. Also on his back is Caitlin’s
Neufeld award. Well, your award now.
Brett Webber.
award-winning journalist, Caitlin Cole. Ms. Cole declared that quote, “I love
Temptress so much!”, unquote. Ms. Cole then went on to perform an act of
self-gratification using her prestigious Neufeld award. Afterwards, Ms. Cole
offered her award to the Temptress, who was present for the act of
exhibitionism. Ms. Cole went on to violate herself with seven more awards
before authorities could intervene. Over one million viewers watched and
commented.
large. Ms. Cole’s Neufeld award has not yet been recovered.
Caitlin Cole’s confessions of love were genuine. After the break, a panel of
experts will discuss Caitlin Cole’s humiliating broadcast and the claims that
she secretly loved the Temptress all along.”
The end.
No! He is too damn noble and pure!
True Blue stares at you from between your thighs. He is not looking at your
spandex crotch. He is not even looking at your breasts. His eyes are locked
on your face.
“You ...will…not…tempt…me…Temptress!” True Blue says.
The hero pulls on your legs with amazing strength. Inch by inch, your thighs
separate from his face. You strain but you can’t close your legs.
Fuck this, it is time to use your last weapon. You reach down and pull on
your thong. The snaps pop free to show the bare lips of your pussy.
“Whoa!” True Blue yells, inches away from your sex.
You bend over and grab True Blue’s head. With a savage thrust of your hips,
you smash your pussy into the hero’s face. The hero cries out into your sex.
He stumbles back and releases your legs. You close your thighs back around
him and hump his face.
Sharp teeth clamp down on your pussy. You scream and look down. True
Blue glares at you with intense blue eyes behind his domino mask.
Impossible! He has a mouth full of your pussy and he is still fighting you!
True Blue takes another bite. Pain stings your sensitive pussy. Your thighs
pop open and you shove his head away. Flying back, you grab your poor
abused sex.
“Asshole!” you yell at True Blue. Anger boils inside of you. Are you mad at
him for biting your pussy or are you mad at him for resisting your power?
True Blue wipes his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. The look of
disgust on his face is chilling. He looks like he has tasted something putrid.
“It is over, Temptress,” True Blue says.
You turn in the air to fly away. True Blue jumps and rams his knee into the
base of your spine. Pain shoots like a lightning bolt through your back. Your
focus broken; you drop to the ground. True Blue grabs your arm and
wrenches it behind your back.
“Fuck you!” you yell.
True Blue’s arm goes around your throat. The powerful bicep squeezes. It is
impossible to breath. Darkness rings the edge of your vision.
No! Not like this! You fly up a few feet, with True Blue hanging on. He
applies more pressure to your arm and the pain ruins your concentration. You
drop back down to the ground and the grip around your throat tightens.
“Bastard,” you spit out. Your tongue feels thick.
“Good night, Temptress,” True Blue says.
The darkness takes you.
You awake with a start. Heavy restraints encircle your wrists. The smooth
cling of spandex has been replaced with the harsh fibers of a prison jumpsuit.
The bright orange hurts your eyes.
Cold stone walls encircle you. There is a metal door surrounded by a green
glow. A single light is recessed into the ceiling. There is no bed although you
do have a steel toilet.
You know this place. It is the holding cell for super people at the Pinnacle
City police headquarters. The glow on the door comes from the force field
that reinforces it.
“Shit,” you whisper. You pull on your restraints. They hold firm.
Undoubtedly, they are made of some metal you have never heard of to hold
super strong people.
You sit up and groan. True Blue defeated you. Not only that, but he also
refused to succumb to your pussy. You feel defeated and rejected.
“Fuck him,” you say. You wonder how you are going to get out of here. Will
you be able to seduce the guards? Will that shithead billionaire, Geoff, try to
rescue you? Maybe you can find a weak spot in your restraints and break
free?
There is so much to consider and plan for but you find it difficult to focus.
One image keeps popping in your mind, over and over again. No matter how
hard you try, you keep seeing True Blue wiping his mouth of your pussy
juices.
You sit in your cell, not feeling much like a Temptress at all.
The end.
No, these two are too smart for me.
You force yourself to relax. As tempting as it is to break the Professor’s cock
off inside you, you suspect it wouldn’t last long. These two out-smarted you
once, you are sure they have prepared for you trying something like this.
Professor Akintola groans. He lets go of both your nipple and your clit and
holds your spread thighs instead. His hips pound you with renewed focus.
You feel his latex-covered balls slapping against your ass.
The tentacle in your mouth wiggles from side to side, turning your head with
it. The tip pushes against one cheek and then the other. You are not sure what
it is trying to do except maybe annoy you.
“Fuck!” Professor Akintola cries out. You feel his cock twitch inside you. A
glazed look comes over his eyes. The scientist is climaxing.
The tentacle plunges down your throat. You gag and pull on the tentacles.
The rest of your body shakes and squirms. Only when the Professor pulls out
of your pussy does the tentacle retract out of your throat, but it still stays in
your mouth.
“Semen reservoir is working properly,” Professor Akintola. “My invention is
a success!”
“Congratulations, you upgraded the condom, an invention that has been
around for thousands of years,” Doctor Kubo says.
The tentacle in your mouth pulls out of your lips. You stretch your aching
jaw.
“Give me a minute before you try the gauntlets,” Professor Akintola says. “I
need a few minutes to recover. I might also get a sandwich.”
“I’m delaying the test,” Doctor Kubo says. “The power levels spiked to
ninety-five percent while the subject was coming. I want to upgrade the
tentacle grid strength before we do any more with the subject.”
Professor Akintola stares at you with an appraising eye. You try to look as
weak as possible as you hang in the tentacles’ grip.
“Let’s reapply the beams as well,” the Professor says.
“No!” you yell. “You don’t have to do that!” You hate the sound of panic in
your voice.
The scientists ignore you. They pick up their beam weapons. You panic and
try to escape. A second later, yellow energy strikes your body and envelop
you in aching weariness. Every muscle in your body burns with exhaustion.
What little reserve of energy you have left quickly evaporates. Your eyes
close and you pass out.
You awake in a cramped space. Glass, or something like it, encases you in a
giant tube. Yellow light glares down from the top of the tube. Judging by the
aches and exhaustion you are feeling, the light is a weaker, but still effective,
version of the weapons they used to defeat you.
Where are you? You push your face against the glass and shield your eyes
from the ugly yellow light.
You are in a large room. There are five other giant tubes. Some of them are
empty but the other two are occupied.
One holds a tall naked man with red skin. Frost clings to the outside of his
cell. An orange glow surrounds him but it is dim and flickers.
You recognize him. It is the villain, Flamefist. He can burn things with a
touch. No one has seen him in months.
The other tube holds a woman with long black hair. She appears to be naked
though it is hard to tell through all that hair. The hair moves on its own,
sometimes covering her body and other times pushing in vain against the
glass tube.
You know her too. She is Killer-Do, and she disappeared earlier this year.
Most people assumed she retired.
Fuck, these two are powerful. Well, they don’t look so powerful now.
Flamefist is shivering and Killer-Do looks sullen and defeated. You tap on
the glass but neither of them looks at you.
A sick feeling rises from your stomach. These two look like they have been
here awhile. It is true, no one comes looking for a super-villain.
You slump in your test tube. For one brief moment, you regret treating
everyone you know so badly. Even Geoff, as besotted as he is, might not
come looking for you once he is spared of your presence.
Fuck this. You smother the brief moment of self-reflection. It is not like you
want to wait around to be rescued anyway. You will rescue your own damn
self.
You sit in the narrow tube and plot. Eventually, Professor Akintola and
Doctor Kubo will come back for you. They might have the beam weapons
again, and they might have a stronger tentacle restraint system, but you are
the goddamn Temptress and they will never be prepared for how wicked you
are willing to be.
Evil plans keep you company as you wait in the test tube.
The end.
I order her out onto the streets to fuck whomever she meets.
You float down to Caitlin, but make sure that your feet don’t touch the
ground. “Stand up,” you command.
Caitlin rises to her feet. She puts her hands behind her back and stands up
straight. Your pussy juice is smeared across her face.
“Are you my willing slave?” you ask.
“Oh, yes, Temptress!” Caitlin says.
You place a hand on Caitlin’s cheek. It is sticky. She leans into your hand
like a loving pet.
“I am not so sure,” you say.
Caitlin makes a pitiful whining sound. It is full of despair.
“But I have a test for you,” you say. “Complete this test, and I will know you
are a good slave.”
Caitlin’s face lights up with joy. “Yes, test me! Please!’
“I want you to go put on your shortest skirt and your tightest shirt,” you
command. “No underwear and no bra. Once you are dressed, I want you to go
out onto the street. The first person you meet, I want you to offer your body
to them. It doesn’t matter if they are a man or a woman. Let them do
whatever they want.”
Caitlin’s pale cheeks turn even paler. She looks unsure of herself.
“Anything?”
“Anything,” you command. You run your hand down the side of her face and
onto her neck. Your hand stops on her shoulder and you squeeze.
Caitlin closes her eyes and moans. Yes, the slut is deep within your power.
“I will do it, Temptress,” Caitlin says.
“After you let that person use you, then offer yourself to the next person and
then the next. Don’t stop to eat. Don’t stop to sleep. Keep offering yourself to
people and fuck whomever takes you up on it.”
Caitlin’s eyes are fearful but she nods her submission. “When do I stop?” she
asks.
“I will tell you when,” you say. “Now go!”
You pull your hand away and Caitlin runs to the bedroom. A few minutes
later, she comes out. Around her waist is a green skirt too short for this
weather and a white shirt that is one size too small. You notice that she isn’t
wearing shoes because you forgot to mention them. Oh well, she can go
barefoot.
“Does this work?” Caitlin asks, eager to please.
“It needs one more thing,” you say. “Bring me some lipstick.”
Caitlin goes to her purse and fishes it out. She presents the lipstick to you and
you check the color. It is a dark red that matches your cape. Perfect.
You grab the neckline of Caitlin’s shirt with both hands. The fabric rips as
you pull it indecently wide. You then use the lipstick to write on her pale
chest.
The lipstick words read, “Property of Temptress.”
“There, now you are good,” you say. “Remember, offer yourself to every
person.”
“I will, Temptress,” Caitlin says.
“You better,” you say. Without saying another word, you fly out of her
apartment and back into the city.
The cool air feels nice on your body. You intended to head home but you
hesitate. Will Caitlin really go through with your command? You are not so
sure.
You float down Caitlin’s apartment building. Locating the entrance, you
hover five floors above it. To keep from being spotted, you drift next to a
ledge and use it as cover.
Ten minutes pass and then a flash of red appears on the street. It is Caitlin.
She shudders in the night air. Looking left and right, she waves at a man
further down the street. He quickens his pace and approaches her.
The man is young. He might be a college student. You are too high up to hear
what they are saying. Caitlin says something and the young man looks
surprised. He looks more surprised when Caitlin drops to her knees and pulls
on his pants.
You laugh out loud. Fortunately, you are too high up to be heard. The slut is
obeying your wishes.
The young man grabs Caitlin by the arm and pulls her to her feet. He drags
her to the alley beside her apartment. The two of them are soon out of sight.
You take to the air and fly towards home. There is no need to watch Caitlin
debase herself. At some point, your control over her will fade, but Caitlin’s
memories of what she did for your approval never will. The thought keeps
your pussy wet for the entire flight through the city.
*Epilogue*
Your hand rests on his neck, threatening to crush his spine if he wobbles
again.
Brett Webber.
“For those just joining us, journalist and investigative reporter, Caitlin Cole,
was arrested last night for solicitation and bribery of a police officer. The
barely dressed reporter was found in an alley offering sexual favors for free.
When police were summoned to help her, she tried to bargain for her release
with more solicitations. Unconfirmed sources report that Ms. Cole may have
engaged in sexual activities with forty-nine people before her arrest.
Authorities say that Ms. Cole was found with the words, “Property of
Temptress” written on her chest. Police are uncertain if Ms. Cole is under the
influence of the super-villain’s infamous powers, or if this is part of a
consensual relationship. Either way, she is currently under arrest and under
observation at Powell Hospital.
According to a survey posted on our website, sixty-five percent of you think
Caitlin Cole’s was engaging in voluntary promiscuous activities. After the
break, a panel of experts will discuss the deviant fetishes that Caitlin Cole
was acting out.”
day to stay home and watch television. Maybe later you will swing by Powell
hospital and ask Caitlin how her night went.
Depending on what she says and how you feel, you may break her out so she
can offer herself to more people.
The end.
I sit on his self-righteous face and perfect cheekbones.
Beating True Blue was one of the hardest things you have ever done. Your
entire body is going to be sore in the morning. It is only fair that you take
home a satisfied pussy to go with your aching limbs.
You grab True Blue by his blonde hair. Wow, it is really soft. What kind of
conditioner does he use? It doesn’t matter. You rise up and position your sex
above his open mouth. A drop of desire falls from your soaking lips and into
his open mouth.
True Blue’s eyes flicker open. His normally blue eyes are red from your
poking earlier. Before he can focus, you lower your pussy onto his mouth.
Your thighs close around his head as you settle onto him.
Stunned lips press against your pussy. True Blue’s eyes widen in shock. A
moment later, you feel him sigh and then the first touch of his tongue.
You laugh. The prude couldn’t resist. Is it your power kicking in now that
your thighs are touching his face? Or is it the taste of your pussy that tempts
the stalwart? Either way, he is yours now.
True Blue takes a tentative lick. A moment later, he licks again. The usually
brave hero is surprisingly timid when it comes to pussy eating.
“Too slow,” you say and you begin to move. Back and forth you slide your
wet pussy over True Blue’s face. You take special care to grind his nose into
your sex before sliding back down to his mouth.
True Blue moans into your pussy. The vibration of his lips makes up for his
poor licking. His eyes bulge when you grind on his nose but he never chokes.
He must have super lungs to go with those super pectoral muscles.
“This is what you wanted,” you tease.
True Blue shakes his head as you ride it.
“Don’t lie to me,” you say. “I say how you stare at my breasts.”
True Blue closes his eyes.
“Keep your eyes open!” you snap.
Amazingly, True Blue obeys. His eyes pop open and he stares up at you.
You grab one of your exposed tits. You pinch the nipple and pull hard. Your
breast stretches in front of you.
True Blue moans again. His eyes are locked onto your breast. You feel his
nostrils flare as he begins to pant.
“Dirty hero,” you gloat.
You let go of your nipple and grab True Blue’s head with both hands. Your
hips pick up speed as you fuck his face. The slick sound of your pussy echoes
through the museum.
True Blue groans. He reaches up and grabs your thighs. You expect him to
push you off but instead, he holds you down to his face.
You stop in mid-hump. “Put those fucking hands down, pervert!”
True Blue lets go and slams his hands down to the ground so hard that it
causes a tremor. Cracks form in the floor from the impact of his fists.
“Now lick,” you command.
True Blue gives your pussy a slow, hesitant lick.
“Again!” you snap. “Faster!”
True Blue licks once, twice and three times.
“Faster, pussy-face!” you yell.
True Blue whimpers but his tongue licks faster. A growl comes from his lips
followed by a shudder. He begins to lick in earnest.
“There you go,” you say. “We’ll make a decent pussy eater out of you yet.”
True Blue licks harder. Maybe a little too hard. His tongue is super strong
and each lick almost knocks you off his face.
But it feels amazing. You melt onto his face as his powerful tongue delves
deeper. It only takes a few licks before you are ready to come.
“Fuck!” you yell. You climax hard on True Blue’s face. Your thighs tighten
around his head as you ride your orgasm. For once, you are free to clench as
hard as you like without having to worry about crushing someone’s skull.
True Blue shakes his head. He reaches under your ass and pushes. You fly
into the air but you stop your ascent with your flying powers.
“What the fuck?” you yell.
“This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong,” True Blue babbles. His face
shines with your juices. He sits up and stares at the giant erection in his blue
tights. At the sight of his erection, he moans with despair.
“THIS DIDN’T HAPPEN!” he yells.
“Your wet face says otherwise,” you say.
True Blue jumps to his feet. You prepare yourself for an attack but the hero
runs away from you. He heads for the restrooms.
“Weirdo,” you mutter. You fly to Nefertiti’s jewelry and pick up your cape.
There is no more time to waste. You form a quick bag out of your cape and
stuff the jewelry in.
True Blue is still in the restroom when you are finished. You fly through the
air and smash through one of the large gallery windows. Glass rains down on
the surprised security guards outside. In the distance, you can hear the police
sirens.
*Epilogue*
You lay in bed and sip your morning coffee. Ice packs are placed on both
legs. Another ice back is under your spine. One hand is soaking in a bowl of
ice. Last night’s fight did a number on you.
Geoff stands beside your bed. He holds a large mirror in his hands. It is
heavier than he can handle but he knows better than to drop it. How else are
you going to admire Nefertiti’s snake necklace around your neck?
Brett Webber.
“For those just joining us, the Melos Museum was robbed last night by
known villain, the Temptress. The visiting exhibition of Nefertiti’s Tomb was
the villain’s target. Several artifacts were destroyed outright including a
massive stone trap. Sources tell us that the Temptress absconded with the
entire collection of Nefertiti’s jewelry.
Pinnacle City’s own hero, True Blue, was at the scene of the crime.”
The news show cuts to True Blue. Bruises discolor his cheeks. His face looks
wet as if he dunked his head in a sink of water.
“I apologize to the Egyptian government for failing to protect the exhibit,”
True Blue says. “I fought the Temptress but she was able to overcome me
with sinister trickery that I cannot reveal at this time. I don’t want my other
enemies to use the same nefarious tactics that she did. She may have escaped
justice last night, but I swear to track her down and recover the lost cultural
icons.”
The news cuts back to the anchor, Brett Webber.
“Anyone with information on the current whereabouts of the Temptress are
encouraged to call local authorities. Billionaire playboy, Nathan North, has
offered a million-dollar reward to anyone who can provide information
resulting in the recovery of Nefertiti’s jewelry. Noted scientists, Professor
Akintola and Doctor Kubo, have announced that they are working on a robot
that will be able to track the rare gems stolen in the robbery.
According to a survey posted on our website, fifty-one percent of you say
that the Temptress will get away with this crime and not be apprehended.
After the break, a panel of experts will discuss why this latest crime by the
Temptress is eroding the public’s faith in our justice system.”
You laugh and look at yourself in the mirror. The diamond serpent sparkles
around your neck. This is going to be a good day to stay home and watch
television.
The end.
No, it is not the right time.
You push away your fantasies of escape. The weariness might be gone, but
you are still sore from the spanking and the orgasm. It is better to wait and
strike back when everything is in your favor.
“I will attempt to induce a second orgasm, or perhaps the first one, on Subject
Six,” Doctor Kubo says.
You tense as Doctor Kubo presses her gauntlet back on your sex. Now that
you have climaxed, your pussy is far more sensitive than before. The needle
sensation is twice as strong as before.
“Fuck!” you yell. You buck wildly within the tentacles as you try to escape
the gauntlet.
Doctor Kubo pulls the gauntlet back. “Subject Six is too sensitive for further
testing of pleasure inducement,” she says. “I’ll move on to the pain threshold
tests and see how many spanks it takes to make her pass out.”
“Delay that test,” Professor Akintola says. He is studying the monitor. “When
she was struggling, the power levels shot up to a hundred and five percent.
She is on the verge of escaping.”
Doctor Kubo stares at you with narrow eyes behind her glasses. You try to
appear meek and timid. It is not something you do well because of your lack
of practice.
“We should reapply the stimulators,” Doctor Kubo says.
“No!” you yell, but it is too late. Doctor Kubo takes off her gloves and
Professor Akintola brings over both of the beam weapons.
“This is a temporary reprieve, Subject Six,” Doctor Kubo says. “When we
upgrade the restraint system, your ass and vagina are mine.”
Professor Akintola smirks. “And don’t forget about my invulnerability
condom!”
“Fuck both of you!” you snarl.
Yellow energy strikes your body and envelop you in aching weariness. Every
muscle in your body burns with exhaustion. The last reserves of energy you
had left disintegrate. Your eyes close and you pass out.
You awake in a cramped space. Glass, or something like it, encases you in a
giant tube. Yellow light glares down from the top of the tube. Judging by the
aches and exhaustion you are feeling, the light is a weaker, but still effective,
version of the weapons they used to defeat you.
Where are you? You push your face against the glass and shield your eyes
from the ugly yellow light.
You are in a large room. There are five other giant tubes. Three of them are
empty but the other two are occupied.
One holds a tall naked man with red skin. Frost clings to the outside of his
cell. An orange glow surrounds him but it is dim and flickers.
You recognize him. It is the villain, Flamefist. He can burn things with a
touch. No one has seen him in months.
The other tube holds a woman with long black hair. She appears to be naked
though it is hard to tell through all that hair. The hair moves on its own,
sometimes covering her body and other times pushing in vain against the
glass tube.
You know her too. She is Killer-Do, and she disappeared earlier this year.
Most people assumed she retired.
Fuck, these two are powerful. Well, they don’t look so powerful now.
Flamefist is shivering and Killer-Do looks sullen and defeated. You tap on
the glass but neither of them looks at you.
A sick feeling rises from your stomach. These two look like they have been
here awhile. It is true, no one comes looking for a super-villain.
You slump in your test tube. For one brief moment, you regret treating
everyone you know so badly. Even Geoff, as besotted as he is, might not
come looking for you once he is spared of your presence.
Fuck this. You smother the brief moment of self-reflection. It is not like you
want to wait around to be rescued anyway. You will rescue your own damn
self.
You sit in the narrow tube and plot. Eventually, Professor Akintola and
Doctor Kubo will come back for you. They might have the beam weapons
again, and they might have a stronger tentacle restraint system, but you are
the goddamn Temptress and they will never be prepared for how wicked you
are willing to be.
Evil plans keep you company as you wait in the test tube.
The end.
I take her back home with me as my new slave.
“Stand up,” you command.
Caitlin picks herself up and stands on unsteady legs. You scoop her up in
both arms. She presses her face to your shoulder and moans. Her body
trembles with excitement.
You fly out of Caitlin apartments with the redhead in your arms. Pinnacle
City sparkles like a diamond-studded tiara down below. You shoot through
the city like a bullet. The wind ruffles your cape behind you.
Caitlin screams and presses her face to your shoulder.
The balcony door is still open at Geoff’s penthouse. You fly down and glide
into the living room. Caitlin stays in your arms; as content as a kitten in your
grasp. There is no sign of Geoff.
“Shithead! Where are you?” you yell. Could the billionaire have regained his
senses and made a run for it?
A toilet flushes. Geoff comes running out of one of the three bathrooms. He
rubs his hands on his legs and then drops to his knees.
“Here, Temptress!” Geoff yells. “I was in the bathroom. I’m sorry,
Temptress! Whoa! Is that Caitlin Cole?”
“Shut the fuck up,” you swear. “Go back and wash your hands. Fuck, you
disgust me.”
“Was that Geoff Flatt, the tech billionaire?” Caitlin asks.
“It was,” you answer. You fly into your bedroom with Caitlin in your arms.
Caitlin snuggles tighter to you but then screams as you throw her onto the
bed. The redhead bounces but stays on the bed.
“I have decided to keep you,” you say.
“Oh, God, yes,” Caitlin says. She rolls onto her back and looks up at you. Her
legs spread automatically.
You shake your head. Grabbing Caitlin’s leg, you pull her half off the bed
and then flip her over onto her stomach. “Shithead, get in here!”
“Temptress?” Caitlin asks nervously.
“Shut up, slut,” you tell Caitlin. “First lesson, don’t speak unless spoken to.”
Geoff comes into the bedroom. He looks at Caitlin’s exposed ass and his
slender cock throbs. “Yes, Temptress?”
“Fuck this slut, but don’t come,” you command.
“Yes, Temptress! Thank you, Temptress!” Geoff says.
“What?” Caitlin says. She pushes herself on her hands and Geoff stops
halfway to her ass.
You grab Caitlin by the back of her red hair. She cries out and you smile.
“Keep that pose. You’re my slut now, and I will use you and your body as I
wish. Right now, I wish to see it get fucked. Or should I drop you off back at
your home? You’ll never see me again if that is your choice.”
“No!” Caitlin yells. “No, no, I’ll do it. I’ll let this guy fuck me.”
Caitlin spreads her legs wider.
“I gave you an order, shithead,” you tell Geoff.
“Sorry, Temptress! Right away, Temptress!” Geoff takes his place behind
Caitlin. He guides his thin cock into her hairy pussy. Caitlin gasps but then
moans as Geoff fucks her. The desperate man pounds her like a rabbit.
You let go of Caitlin’s hair and fly into the air in front of her. She looks up at
you as Geoff fucks her pussy. The force of his fucking makes her pale breasts
bounce. She moans softly as she stares at you. Is it from the pleasure of her
fucking, or the pleasure of seeing you? Knowing the shithead’s cock,
probably the later.
It is a shame to let Caitlin’s mouth go to waste. Spreading your legs, you float
down towards Caitlin’s head. Your thighs embrace her face as you bring her
lips to your pussy. She licks your sex like a thirsty cat.
“There is so much to teach you, slut,” you tell Caitlin. “Tonight, you will
have the honor of sleeping in my bed, but starting tomorrow, you will sleep
on the floor. I will teach you what rooms of the apartment you are allowed in
and how to properly crawl in my presence. When I am not using your body,
you will use your reporter skills to research whatever subject I give you.”
Caitlin moans her obedience into your pussy.
“Temptress, I am close to coming,” Geoff moans.
“Come and I will toss you off the balcony,” you say.
Geoff whimpers but he doesn’t slow down his frantic fucking of Caitlin’s
pussy.
You turn your attention back to Caitlin. “Maybe I should take you on my
crimes. We can get you a spandex outfit. No mask, though. I want everyone
to know that you are my new slave. We’ll write your name across your bare
breasts. It will be something fitting your station, like Fucktoy, or Whore-
Mouth. Do you like those names?”
Caitlin shakes her head while still licking your pussy.
“Too bad, Fucktoy,” you say. “That is your new super-villain name.
Temptress and Fucktoy. No, Temptress and her Fucktoy. That is going to
look good on a headline, don’t you think?”
Caitlin sobs between your legs but the besotted slave keeps licking your
pussy.
You laugh and then moan. The former reporter’s obedient tongue sends you
over the edge. You climax and pleasure fills your body.
“Good, Fucktoy,” you say when the tremors finally subside. “Now suck
shithead off and swallow it all.
Fucktoy looks at you in despair but doesn’t say a word of protest. She pushes
Geoff out of her pussy and slides down to her knees. Before the horny
billionaire can react, Fucktoy grabs his cock and takes him into her mouth.
“Fuck!” Geoff screams. He comes almost instantly. Fucktoy’s throat bulges
as she swallows it all.
You laugh. The slut was wasted as a reporter. She is going to be a fantastic
sidekick. Pinnacle City might never recover from the new deviant duo of the
Temptress and her Fucktoy!
The end.
I jerk off that cock I have been kicking and punching.
True Blue is Pinnacle City’s greatest hero. He has put away more villains
than any other hero. Your aching body is a testament to how tough he is.
Now it is time for him to learn that he is just another weak man in the hands
of the Temptress.
You turn to the side so that one knee presses down on True Blue’s broad
chest. Facing his body, you reach down and pull on his pants. The bulge in
his pants is still there. Feeling with your hand, you find a button hidden in the
seam. You pop the button and a zipper is revealed.
The bulge pulses. You look at True Blue’s face. He is still unconscious. You
doubt he would drool if he was just faking.
You pull the zipper down. The fabric around True Blue’s crotch splits apart
to reveal tight white briefs stretched over a giant cock.
“Fuck,” you whisper. A beast like that needs to breathe. You hook your
fingers into the tight cotton and pull. The flimsy briefs rip apart.
The giant cock surges upwards. Veins pulse along the thick member. The
wide head points to the ceiling.
You stare in amazement. Maybe you should give it just one lick. Fuck,
maybe you should climb on top of it and let it push up inside you.
No! You shake your head. True Blue is your enemy and this is supposed to
be his humiliation, not his reward! You refuse to give him your pussy.
You grab True Blue’s thick cock. The member throbs in your hand. You
squeeze with a small part of your super-strength. The invincible cock pulses
in your hand.
True Blue groans. He turns his head but his eyes are still closed. The hero is
still out.
That won’t last long. You release True Blue’s cock and spit into your hand.
Glancing at the size of his monster, you spit a second time and then a third.
Your wet hand goes back around his cock and you give him a hard squeeze
before sliding down his shaft.
“What?” True Blue mutters. His eyes flicker open. He tries to rise but your
knee presses down on his chest. He brings his hands up and you clench
tighter. The hands freeze.
“No, no,” you say. “Put those hands down.”
True Blue stares at you. A shudder runs through his body. He bites his lip and
then his hands go down by his sides.
Interesting. You didn’t threaten him with anything, or make any promises,
but he obeyed.
You stroke True Blue’s shaft. The flesh is hot in your hands. Your grip
travels from the base all the way to the tip, where your hand shifts so you can
rub your palm over the head of his member before sliding back down to
clench his cock once more.
True Blue’s fists clench. His right leg trembles. He takes deeper breaths
which makes you slowly bounce up and down. His lips are sealed tight.
“What? No words now?” you say. “No speeches about justice and culture?”
True Blue glares at you, saying nothing.
You laugh. You suddenly lean down towards his cock. Your lips open and
you blow gently onto the tip of his member.
True Blue’s shaft pulses in your hand. His clenched fists vibrate as he fights
to control himself.
You take a single lick of True Blue’s tip. Your tongue runs along his slit.
There is the salty taste of pre-come.
“Sweet Jesus!” True Blue yells. His body shudders and his hips surge
upwards. The sudden thrust causes his cock to brush your lips.
“No, no!” you snap, sitting back up. You stroke his cock hard and fast. The
spit dries quickly but you don’t care.
True Blue moans. He lifts his head and slams it back down. A crater forms in
the floor from the impact of his head.
“Naughty, naughty hero,” you say. “Trying to get your filthy cock in my
mouth! Have you no shame!”
True Blue clenches his mouth shut.
You press your fingers to the hero’s lips. “Suck,” you command.
True Blue’s eye’s glare at you.
You stroke a little faster. “Suck my fingers, worm.”
True Blue groans. His lips open and he sucks two of your fingers into his
mouth. A thick tongue lavishly licks you.
“Good, worm,” you say. You turn and spit onto his cock. Your grip twists as
it slides up and down his pulsing shaft.
“MMMMmm!” True Blue groans.
The cock swells in your grip. A stream of seed shoots out like a rocket. It arcs
high in the air and splatters against a banner hanging from the museum
ceiling.
“Holy shit,” you say. You keep jerking as a second stream flies into the air
and then falls across three different exhibits. A third load of seed hits a
Nefertiti mannequin in the face from twenty feet away.
You keep pumping, mostly to make sure the fire hose that is his cock doesn’t
soak you. When the hero is finally spent, you stroke it a few more times to
make sure.
True Blue spits out your fingers. “Stop, stop, stop!” True Blue he begs.
You release True Blue’s cock. Standing up, you float into the air. You look
down at True Blue’s twitching body and shake your head.
“Pathetic,” you say.
True Blue sits up. He is much slower now. “This changes nothing. I’m still
taking you in.”
“Oh?” you say. You drop down on True Blue’s cock with both boots.
“FUC-ggggg!” True Blue chokes.
The hero curls into a ball. You fly as fast as you can towards the jewelry
exhibit. Grabbing your cape, you make a crude bag and stuff the treasures
into it. You wish that you could take the time to admire your new
acquisitions, but there is no time to waste.
“Temptress!” True Blue yells. The hero is on his feet but he is still clutching
his cock.
True Blue tries to chase you but it is hard to run when you are holding your
balls. You fly through the air and smash through one of the large gallery
windows. Glass rains down on the surprised security guards outside. In the
distance, you can hear the police sirens.
You fly through the city clutching your cape full of loot. Ha! You did it!
Nefertiti’s jewelry is yours!
*Epilogue*
legs. Another ice back is under your spine. One hand is soaking in a bowl of
ice. Last night’s fight did a number on you.
Brett Webber.
the villain’s target. Several artifacts were destroyed outright including a
massive stone trap. Sources tell us that the Temptress absconded with the
Pinnacle City’s own hero, True Blue, was at the scene of the crime. The hero
was unavailable for comment. There are rumors that he suffered some sort of
injury to either one leg, or maybe both.
Police commissioner, Jennifer Hind, gave a statement.”
The show cuts to the police commissioner. The older woman has a disgusted
look on her face.
“Last night the Temptress broke into the Melos Museum and stole a priceless
collection of exhibits,” the commissioner said. “True Blue was protecting the
exhibit, and engaged in a fight with the villain. Clearly, he lost but I don’t
know why he couldn’t stick around to give a statement. The entire museum is
a crime scene and we are still investigating.”
A reporter from off-camera yells a question. “Is it true that some sort of
sticky substance was found in the Museum? Could it be a toxin?”
“I don’t know what it is but it smells like a men’s locker room,”
Commissioner Hind responds. “The damn stuff is sticky and highly resistant
to efforts to scrape it. We’ll know more once the lab gets a chance to analyze
it.”
that will be able to track the rare gems stolen in the robbery.”
According to a survey posted on our website, seventy-two percent of you say
that True Blue’s reluctance to talk was due to embarrassment from being
defeated by the Temptress. After the break, a panel of experts will discuss
how insecure True Blue must be to be to go into hiding.”
television.
The end.
I command Professor Akintola to spank his wife.
“Go spank your wife,” you command the Professor. “But make sure to strip
her first.”
Professor Akintola gives your chest one last wistful look and then he nods his
head in acceptance. “I will spank her for you, Temptress.”
The Professor walks over to a table and picks up a spray bottle. He comes
back and Doctor Kubo’s eyes go wide with fear. She struggles harder against
the tentacles but they hold her in place.
“It hasn’t been proven safe with skin contact!” Doctor Kubo yells.
Professor Akintola steps behind his wife and points the spray bottle at her
back. A blue mist fires from the bottle and lands on the Doctor’s back. There
is a smell like cut grass. A hole appears on the Doctor’s blouse. The hole gets
larger as the fabric simply vanishes.
The Professor keeps spraying. Holes appears in the Doctor’s slacks. He walks
around his bound wife, spraying until she is completely covered in the blue
mist.
The blouse falls apart to reveal the Doctor’s chest. She isn’t wearing a bra.
Two small breasts the size of pears sit on her chest. The nipples are dark
brown and a sharp contrast to her pale skin.
The pants fall apart next to reveal a lack of panties. Doctor Kubo tries to hide
her hairless sex by lifting a leg, but all that accomplishes is showing off her
cute round ass. The mist even dissolves her shoes though for some reason,
her glasses remain.
In just two minutes, Doctor Kubo is completely naked.
“I have waited a long time for this,” Professor Akintola says. He steps behind
his wife and cracks his knuckles.
“Don’t you dare lay a finger on me, Ovie!” Doctor Kubo yells.
Whap! Professor Akintola smacks his wife’s ass. The sound of his slap
echoes through the laboratory.
“Shit!” Doctor Kubo yells.
“You can hit harder than that,” you say.
“Yes, Temptress,” Professor Akintola replies.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Professor Akintola delivers three quick slaps to his
wife’s round bottom. He is striking faster, but you are not sure if they are
harder.
Doctor Kubo screams all the same. She twists and struggles but the tentacles
hold her in place. Her small breasts jiggle in delightful ways.
“Harder, slave,” you command.
Professor Akintola nods in submission. He places one hand on Doctor
Kubo’s shoulder for support. Twisting at the waist, he brings his hand back
and then forward in a powerful swing.
WHAP! The Professor’s large hand crashes into the Doctor’s round bottom.
“SHIT!” Doctor Kubo screams. She rises up on the tips of her toes as the pain
diffuses through her ass. Eyes clenched, she grits her teeth and growls.
“I am going to rip your balls off when I get free,” Doctor Kubo says.
WHAP! Professor Akintola slams his hand into her ass again.
“SHIT!” the Doctor yells.
You float closer to the Doctor. Her eyes sparkle with tears behind her glasses.
She shifts from foot to foot as if trying to work off the pain.
“More,” you command the Professor.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Professor Akintola tears into his wife’s ass with
slow, methodical slaps.
Doctor Kubo screams. Her back arches and she tries to lean away from the
slaps. The Professor keeps his hand on her shoulder and pulls her back in
place.
“This is for daring to fight me,” you tell Doctor Kubo.
“Fuck you!” Doctor Kubo snarls.
“Faster, slave,” you command.
Professor Akintola obeys. His hand delivers a flurry of slaps to his wife’s ass.
He is breathing hard but he also has a wide grin on his face.
The Doctor dances in place. She squirms and wiggles in vain attempts to
dodge the next slap. There is no escape but the Doctor keeps trying.
You float behind Doctor Kubo. Her round ass is a bright pink. The right side
is darker then then left side. The Professor certainly has a preference.
“Stop,” you command and the Professor does. He shakes his hand which is
sore from so much slapping.
Doctor Kubo whimpers in relief.
You bend over and look closer at her ass. It is tempting to touch the rising
welts and feel their warmth, but a single touch would seduce the Doctor and
then she would happily take whatever more her husband dished out as long as
it was to please you. What would the fun in that be?
“Keep spanking her,” you command.
“No!” Doctor Kubo wails.
“Uh, of course, Temptress,” Professor Akintola says. “But can I get a paddle?
My hand hurts.”
You narrow your eyes at the Professor for daring to change your order.
“Never mind!” Professor Akintola says. He blows on his hand and then goes
back to slapping his wife’s ass.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
“Shit, shit, SHIT!” Doctor Kubo screams.
You float back around to face the Doctor. She flinches from every slap. Her
face is pink from all of her screaming. Both breasts jiggle wildly as she
squirms.
“Have you ever fucked her ass?” you ask the Professor.
Doctor Kubo gasps. Her flushed face pales with fear.
“Never!” Professor Akintola says. “I have always wanted to!”
“He’s too long,” Doctor Kubo says between slaps.
Hmm. That might be fun to see. Your pussy is soaking wet and you need
relief. The Professor could fuck his wife’s tiny ass while you masturbate.
There are few things hotter than seeing an enemy endure another humiliation.
Then again, maybe you are done with humiliating the Doctor. You could
touch Doctor Kubo and make her your slave. That screaming mouth would be
of better use between your thighs. Toss in her handsome husband and you
could have a night that none of you would forget.
How will you take your revenge on the married couple?
I command the Professor to fuck his wife’s ass while I masturbate.
I touch the Doctor and put both of them to work pleasing me.
I spank her across my lap.
You fly towards the chair that Caitlin was sitting in while she watched porn.
The reporter goes limp in your arms as you spare her from any more
pinching. You turn in the air and slowly float down to the chair. As you drop
down, you turn Caitlin’s body over so she is draped across your knees.
“Oh no,” Caitlin whispers.
“Oh yes,” you say. You settle into her chair. Wow, it is really comfortable.
You are tempted to take it back home with you.
Caitlin tries to escape. She falls forward but you grab her long red hair. A
savage twist freezes her in place.
“Get back on my lap or I will rip your hair out,” you say. “You know I have
the strength to do it.”
“Bitch,” Caitlin says but she climbs back onto your lap. She resumes her
position across your knees. You laugh at her obedience but you also keep a
grip on her hair.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” you say as you rub Caitlin’s ass.
“Mmm,” Caitlin moans. She stops resisting. Uh oh. Contact with your skin
has activated your powers. The reporter is starting to fall for you. You need
to nip that in the ass right now.
You pinch Caitlin’s ass with your super-strength. The reporter screams as the
pain counters the effect of your powers. You release your pinch and the
redhead sobs.
“Fuck, do your worse, pervert!” Caitlin snarls. Fear has strangely given her
courage. “Your ex’s told me all about how you love to spank people! It is all
part of your maternal complex-“
“Enough!” you say and you yank Caitlin’s head painfully back. “It was bad
enough listening to your pop psychology theories in your video, I’m not
going to listen to them in person.”
WHAP! You slap the center of Caitlin’s buttocks with your hand. It is a light
tap but with your super-strength, Caitlin’s fit ass quivers from the impact.
“SHIT!” Caitlin screams. She grabs her ass with both hands.
That doesn’t stop you. WHAP! Your hand taps Caitlin’s hands. The fingers
bend at an ugly angle.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Caitlin cries. She snaps her hands away from her ass.
“You broke them!”
“I doubt it, but I also don’t care,” you say.
WHAP! Your hand taps Caitlin’s ass. It is amazing that you can generate
such a loud noise with just a flick of your wrist.
“Fucking pervert!” Caitlin yells.
WHAP! Caitlin’s ass is rapidly turning pink.
“Goddamn mommy issue bitch!” Caitlin screams.
WHAP! WHAP! You admire the way Caitlin’s ass bounces from each tap.
“I hate you!” she cries.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Caitlin’s ass turns a bright red.
Caitlin squirms like a wild woman. You let go of her hair and grab her arm
instead. Twisting it behind her back, you pin the screaming reporter to your
lap.
Is this too much skin contact? You don’t think so. Sure, Caitlin’s naked body
is rubbing against your lap and yes, you have her wrist in your grip. In other
circumstances, this much touching would result in her arousal and
submission, but you usually don’t touch people while you spank their ass into
a burning inferno. The pain counters whatever effect your skin might be
having on her.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! You alternate between each buttock as prints of
your hand glow on her ass.
“Stop! Stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Caitlin babbles.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Caitlin kicks with both legs. She tries to squirm free but the pressure on her
arm keeps her on your lap. You enjoy the feeling of her naked body wiggling
across your legs.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Caitlin’s ass turns a deep purple.
“STOP! PLEASE! WHY! STOP!” Caitlin yells.
You pause for a moment, but only a moment. As soon as Caitlin sobs with
relief, you tap Caitlin’s bruised ass. WHAP!
“FUCK!” Caitlin screams. Her back arches and tremors run through her
body.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! You tap Caitlin’s ass with just a single finger. They
are light taps but each strikes Caitlin harder than any crop or cane. You
spread the taps around Caitlin’s bottom to attempt an even shade of bruising.
“OW! OW! STOP! FUCK! PLEASE! FUCK! PLEASE! I’M SORRY!”
You stop in mid-tap. “You’re sorry?”
“YES!” Caitlin cries. She shakes on your lap and you realize she is crying. “I
am so sorry!”
“Sorry for what?” you ask.
“I am sorry for my video!” Caitlin says between sobs. “I never should have
talked to your ex’s! I gave them scripts to work with! I made you sound
worse than you are!”
“Wow, you’re sorry,” you say. “I wasn’t expecting this. Maybe I should
forgive you.”
“Yes, yes, yes, please forgive me!” Caitlin says.
“Let me think about it,” you say.
You grab Caitlin’s bruised ass. It is hot to the touch. Your fingers sink into
her abused bottom.
Caitlin screams. Her legs kick and she wiggles on your lap. You squeeze
harder and watch the reporter squirm helplessly on your lap.
A surge of desire flares between your legs. The tight spandex rubs against
your wet pussy. As you squeeze Caitlin’s ass, your pussy clenches along with
her buttocks.
Eventually, you let go of Caitlin’s ass. The reporter collapses across your
knees. She is too exhausted to fight anymore.
“I’ve made a decision,” you say.
Caitlin sobs loudly.
“I do not forgive you,” you say.
“Noooo,” Caitlin wails.
“But I have decided to stop spanking you,” you declare.
You shove Caitlin off your lap. The reporter screams as she hits the ground.
She lays in a heap before you. Her ass hurts too much to move.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Caitlin says.
Aww, the little slut thinks this is over. The purple of her bruises almost
matches the purple of your spandex. You are proud of the spanking you gave
her and want to show it off. Maybe you should take her to Atlas Square and
suspend her from a lamp pole for everyone to see. That will be your gift to
the city.
Then again, there is the matter of your wet pussy. Caitlin is good at trash
talking and crying, but how good is she at eating pussy? If she does a good
job getting you off, maybe you would finally forgive her.
What do you do with the spanked reporter?
I make Caitlin use her lying mouth to pleasure me.
I display Caitlin at Atlas Square for everyone to see.
No! I will offer to suck him off!
“Hold on! Hold on just a goddamn minute!” you yell.
True Blue freezes in mid-swing. “Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain!”
“Yeah, sorry!” you say. “Look, you don’t have to spank me! There are other
ways to punish me.”
The grip on your head tightens. “I’m listening,” True Blue says.
“We can work out an arrangement,” you say. You reach back with your hand
and touch the outside of True Blue’s crotch.
The hero grabs your hand. “Stop,” he says. It doesn’t sound very convincing.
You grip the thickness pushing through his pants. “Spanking me against my
will is sexual assault,” you say. “What I am offering is consensual.”
The hand gripping your hair pulls away like you are a hot stove. “Spanking
isn’t sexual assault!” he says.
You resist the urge to snort. Figures that the hero doesn’t know shit about
sex. You slide off the sarcophagus, still holding onto True Blue’s bulge. The
hero doesn’t move as you get on your knees in front of him. You look up at
him with your most contrite look.
“I really shouldn’t have exposed myself to you,” you say. “Let me make it up
to you.”
“I . . .don’t know,” True Blue says. His cheekbones are blushing a deep
crimson.
Fuck, you are going to have to decide for him. You feel along his pants and
find a button hidden in the seam. Once you pop the button, a zipper is
revealed.
True Blue moans as you pull his zipper down. White briefs are revealed. A
thick member throbs against the thin cotton.
You pull True Blue’s pants and underwear down. A beast of a cock springs
forth and slaps your face. Veins pulse along the thick shaft. The head is wide
and smooth. Curiously, there is no pubic hair.
“Fuck,” you whisper. That is going to be a monster to get in your mouth.
Lucky for him, you are up to the challenge.
You take True Blue’s cock in hand. It radiates heat. You lean forward and
take a lick of his head. The shaft pulses in your hand.
“Yes,” True Blue growls.
You take another lick and then another. True Blue’s hips buck and the cock
surges forward. The wide head pushes against your lips. You open your
mouth and give him another lick.
“Yes,” True Blue growls again. He clenches his hands by his side.
You cup his balls in your hands. They vibrate in your grip. That is not a
euphemism. The balls vibrate as if they pulse with their own power. You
gently roll them in your hands and the vibrations grow stronger.
“Suck,” True Blue groans. Ha, the righteous hero is giving orders now!
You open your mouth and guide his cock in. The thick shaft pushes over your
tongue. You close your lips around his member and suck tight.
True Blue groans. You look up at him with his cock in your mouth. His eyes
are locked onto you. He bites his lip and his cock trembles in your mouth.
Holding True Blue’s cock in your hand, you slide your mouth back and forth
over his tip. The ring of his head pops from your lips before plunging back in.
You flutter your tongue against the slit of his tip.
“Fuck!” True Blue yells. You are surprised by his outburst of bad language.
You take more of his giant member into your mouth. The thick head pushes
against the back of your throat. You sit still while your hand pumps the base
of his cock. Your tongue slides back and forth over his veiny shaft.
“You need to be punished,” True Blue growls.
You nod your head in agreement with his in your mouth.
“You need to be punished for being so dirty,” True Blue says.
You shrug and suck harder.
“You . . . you . . . I . . . I need to punish you!” he says.
True Blue grabs your head with both hands. You place your hand on his thigh
to stop him but he is too strong. His hips buck and his hands pull. The thick
cocks ram into your mouth.
“MMMM!” you cry with a mouthful of cock. You bite down but the
invulnerable cock ignores your teeth.
True Blue holds your head in place as he fucks your mouth. His cock is a
battering ram for your throat. The buzzing balls bounce off your chin.
You choke but True Blue keeps going. Your jaw goes slack as he uses your
face. Spit falls from your open lips and lands in your cleavage.
“Take it, take it, take it, TAKE IT YOU DIRTY BITCH!” True Blue yells.
Holy shit! Where did this come from? Wait, it might have come from your
mouth. Once you established skin-to-skin contact, your powers might have
begun to affect him. True Blue could be succumbing to your ability to lower
inhibitions.
Or the hung hero might just like fucking people’s faces.
Your own desires are rising. No man has ever used you like this, especially
not since you gained your powers. Normally you would be pissed, but the
fact that you sent True Blue over the edge is intoxicating. Every thrust into
your mouth feels like a personal victory for you.
You reach down to your exposed sex. It is curious how he never covered you
back up. Maybe he was afraid of touching your pussy. You have no such
fears. You rub tight circles into your greedy pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” True Blue babbles. He is like a kid cursing for the first
time.
True Blue slows down. His thrust deep into your mouth, pauses, pulls back,
and slams back into you. The balls vibrate stronger against your chin. He’s
close.
So are you. Your fingers are a blur. It is a race to see who comes first.
“FUCK!” True Blue yells and there something slams into the back of your
throat. You choke and realize it is his salty seed. There is too much of it. Seed
flies from your lips.
You come a second later.
True Blue pulls out of your mouth. One hand grabs your hair while the other
strokes his cock.
A blast of seed flies from his cock. It is like a geyser. It shoots into your
mouth and you choke again. It is a fire hose directed at your mouth.
True Blue comes again while you choke. This time the load splatters against
your face. The impact rocks you back. Even his come shots are super strong!
You try to pull away but True Blue holds you in place. He keeps stroking as
one giant stream after another sprays your face. Seed flies everywhere,
coating your cleavage, soaking his legs and splattering on the floor.
Eventually, it stops. True Blue lets go of your hair and stumbles back. He
looks at you in horror.
“What have I done!” he cries.
You wipe the seed from your eyes. “You fucking bukkaked me!”
“Shit, shit, shit,” True Blue says. He drops to his knees and holds his face.
“We got to fix this. Uh, we need to get you cleaned up before I take you to-“
You take the air like a rocket. Seed dripping from your face, you turn and fly
towards the nearest gallery window.
“Wait!” True Blue yells from below.
You ignore him and smash through the window. Glass explodes and rains
down on the assembled security guards below. The lights of police cars flash
down the street. People point up at you but you ignore them and fly into the
night.
Well, that could have gone better. You didn’t get the jewelry and you left
your cape behind. It is going take forever to get this super-come out of your
hair and off your skin. Your stomach feels like you swallowed a gallon of his
jizz. This was a disaster.
At least you are free. There will be other things to steal. The next time you
face True Blue, he’ll be the one with a sore jaw and a face full of bodily
fluids.
The end.
I allow Professor Akintola to worship my breasts while his wife watches.
“Come here, slave” you tell the Professor. He rushes over to you. His back is
to his wife because she has already been forgotten.
Looking Doctor Kubo in the eyes, you tug on the zipper of your top. The
zipper drops down and the purple spandex parts. Freed of the tight costume,
your breasts surge free.
Doctor Kubo’s eyes widen in disbelief behind her glasses. Even she didn’t
realize how endowed you are.
“Perfection,” Professor Akintola whispers.
“You may touch them, but if you displease me, you will never touch them
again,” you say.
Professor Akintola nods his head. He reaches out with both hands and gently
cups your breasts. A shudder runs through his body. He glides his large hands
over your larger tits; the tips of his fingers barely grazing your hard nipples.
Your pussy clenches in response. The Professor knows how to tease. He
shows more restraint than you were expecting. With every pass of his hands,
your breasts become more and more sensitive.
Doctor Kubo stares at you with jealous eyes. If looks could kill, she might be
able to penetrate even your invulnerable skin.
“Magnificent, wonderous, glorious,” Professor Akintola babbles.
“You may squeeze them,” you say.
Professor Akintola bites his lip as he contains his excitement. He squeezes
and a gasp escapes his lips. Both hands squeeze together in a pulsing rhythm.
“Your pliancy is amazing for such a durable epidermis,” Professor Akintola
says. This must be what passes for sexy talk among scientists.
“Would you like to pinch a nipple?” you ask.
“Oh my God, yes,” Professor Akintola says. “I have never wanted to pinch a
nipple more.”
Doctor Kubo audibly growls from her bound position.
“Do it,” you say.
Professor Akintola’s right hand contracts around your breast. He takes your
hard nipple between his fingers and pinches. Another groan comes from his
lips. He pinches harder and then gives the nipple a slight twist.
You feel a tiny sting of pain. It is a nice compliment to the rhythmic
squeezing the Professor is giving your other breast. The combination of
sensations sends a fresh surge of desire to your pussy.
“What would you give to kiss my breast?” you ask.
Professor Akintola’s face flushes with excitement. “I would give you my
patent for endless water purification.”
“Shut up, Ovie!” Doctor Kubo yells.
“And?” you say.
“I would give you my secret island in the Pacific,” Professor Akintola says.
He twists your nipple back and forth in a slow, methodical manner.
Your pussy clenches again. “That is all? I am offering you the chance to press
your lips to my tit.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not thinking straight,” Professor Akintola says. “I would sign
over my research company. You will have access to all of my inventions and
all of my property.”
“That’s my company too!” Doctor Kubo yells.
“I stole it three weeks ago,” Professor Akintola says to his wife as he stares at
your breasts. “I designed an artificial intelligence lawyer to seize control of
the company. The paperwork was finalized while you were in France.”
Doctor Kubo’s jaw drops. The brilliant woman is speechless.
Wow, these two have a really treacherous marriage.
“I accept your offer,” you tell the Professor. “You may kiss my breasts.”
Professor Akintola tries to speak but his voice breaks. Are those tears in his
eyes? He looks like he is about to cry.
Uncomfortable with displays of emotion, you grab Professor Akintola’s head
and pull him into your breasts.
The Professor sobs once into your tits but then he begins to kiss your flesh.
He plants kisses along the curve of your breast and you let go of his head.
There is a small flick of his tongue with every kiss. He moans and the
moaning lips vibrate against your skin.
Doctor Kubo watches it all. Sometimes she looks disgusted and other times
she looks disillusioned. Has her husband ever worshipped her like this? You
doubt it. The turmoil on her face makes your pussy even wetter.
Professor Akintola’s mouth covers your nipple. Hot breath tickles your hard
nub of flesh. There is a flick of a tongue, followed by another and then
another before his lips seal around your skin. Suction pulls on your nipple as
the Professor groans.
Fuck, that feels good. You don’t know which is turning you on more, the
Professor’s talented mouth or the Doctor’s hatred of you and her husband. All
you know is that you need to do something about it.
“Stroke my pussy, slave,” you tell the Professor.
Professor Akintola’s eyes widen in delight. There is a hint of teeth as his
mouth closes on your nipple. He reaches down and touches your crotch. His
hand presses against the spandex and onto your pubic mound.
You almost pull your thong aside but no, the Professor hasn’t earned the right
to touch your sex. His fingers push against the spandex and rubs your sex in a
rapid circle. In just a few seconds, he finds your most sensitive area.
“Fuck,” you gasp. You’d rather maintain your air of disinterest but it is
impossible. The Professor has talent!
“You’re a disgrace, Ovie!” Doctor Kubo shouts.
“This disgrace is married to you,” you say, “but I am the one who owns him.”
Professor Akintola bites harder. His fingers stroke faster. Soft moans vibrate
against your breast.
You come. Pleasure ripples through your body from the Professor’s skilled
fingers. You loudly moan your pleasure while the Professor’s wife looks on
in dismay.
“Enough,” you say and you push the Professor away.
Professor Akintola’s teeth tries to hold on to your nipple but you are too
strong. Your nipple pops free and the Professor stumbles back. The erection
in his pants hints at a large member.
“Please,” Professor Akintola says.
You glance at the Professor and then at the bound Doctor. The poor wretch
wants to come. He did a good job of making you come. You are tempted to
get him off yourself. Especially if it ends with coming on his wife’s face.
On the other hand, are you satisfied with just one orgasm? Maybe you need
more. If you touch the Doctor, you could see if she is as talented as her
husband.
What are you in the mood for?
I will stroke Professor Akintola off and into his wife’s face.
I will touch Doctor Kubo and have a threesome.
I humiliate the hussy with an orgasm.
You spin Caitlin Cole around and lightly toss her against the wall. The
redhead gasps as the wind is knocked out of her. You grab her by the throat
and pin her to the wall. Your other hand drops down to one of her breasts.
She expects you to pinch and is confused when you gently trace a circle with
your fingernail on her skin.
“What are you doing?” Caitlin asks.
“Do you want me to stop?” you say. “I could go back to pinching you.”
“No, no!” Caitlin snaps. “This is . . . fine.”
“Oh, it’s fine?” you ask. You run your fingertip over Caitlin’s nipple. A
shiver runs through the reporter.
As your finger glides back and forth over Caitlin’s hard nipple, you float
closer to Caitlin. Your hand is still pinning her to the wall. Her eyes are wide
with fear. She is expecting something horrible.
You kiss Caitlin’s lips. It is a tender brush and when you pull back, you flick
your tongue over her bottom lip.
“What are you doing?” Caitlin says again. Her cheeks are flushing a bright
red.
You ignore her question. Your hand is covering her neck so you move it
away. Caitlin is no longer pinned to the wall but she doesn’t try to escape.
You lean closer and kiss where her neck meets her shoulder.
“Nooo,” Caitlin moans. She clutches the wall behind her. Fingernails scratch
against the hard surface.
You float downwards and kiss Caitlin’s collarbone. Your next kiss is on her
chest. You plant a kiss on the swelling of her breast while your hand
continues to stimulate her other nipple. Pulling your legs up, you float
downwards and kiss Caitlin’s stomach. Your next kiss is an inch away from
her pubic hair.
“Oh fuck,” Caitlin moans.
Your mouth is level with Caitlin’s pussy. The smell is intense and
intoxicating. The brown hairs are wet and thick.
“Shall I keep kissing?” you ask. “Your video said I was a pervert, and this is
what perverts do, right?”
Caitlin doesn’t answer. Her thighs quiver and her hips move ever so slightly
towards you.
“No, I don’t think so,” you say as you float back to a standing position. Your
face is level with Caitlin. You look into the trembling redhead’s bright green
eyes.
Caitlin’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. Only your fingertip is touching
her but she stays in place. Her breathing gets heavier with every graze of her
nipple.
You smile. Caitlin is meek and aroused. That is the power that your touch
has, though you do wonder if you even needed your power to make this
reporter so submissive.
“No, I don’t think you deserve my kiss,” you say.
Caitlin tries to appear stoic but her shoulders slouch in disappointment.
“But I will grant you my fingers,” you say.
You move your hand from Caitlin’s breast and place it between her legs.
Your fingers sink into the slick tangle of her hair. A single finger glides
between her pussy lips.
“Oh, shit,” Caitlin moans. Her entire body tenses.
“Want me to stop?” you say. “Your video called me a pervert, so clearly I am
not a good judge of these things. Just say the word, ‘stop’, and I will.
Caitlin licks her lip and then bites it.
“Or you could shake your head,” you say.
Caitlin stays perfectly still.
“I see,” you say. “Then you want this. You want me to finger you like the slut
that you are.”
Caitlin stops biting her lip. She opens her mouth and then closes it.
You push a finger inside of Caitlin. Wet heat welcomes your finger. You
push easily inside of her.
“Fuck!” Caitlin moans.
“Yes, that is what you want,” you say. Your finger slips in and out of
Caitlin’s wet sex.
Caitlin doesn’t respond.
“Say it,” you say. “Say that you want me to finger you or I will stop. Consent
is so important.”
Caitlin whimpers.
You pull your finger free of her slick pussy.
“Wait! Put it back!” Caitlin says.
“Say it first,” you demand.
Caitlin whimpers. Tears sparkle in her eyes. Her pale cheeks are colored a
deep red of shame.
“I want you to finger me,” Caitlin whispers.
You rub the outside of her sex. “Louder.”
“I want you to finger me,” Caitlin says.
Two of your fingers slip inside Caitlin. Tight walls clench around your digits.
You bring your other hand down to rub the outside of her pussy.
“Louder,” you say again.
“I want you to finger me!” Caitlin yells.
“You little slut,” you growl.
Caitlin whimpers and then moans. She trembles and then her green eyes roll
back. Her hips buck and you feel her pussy spasm around your fingers.
“Already?” you whisper. The blushing redhead comes on your fingers. “You
are a horny little slut. That didn’t even take a minute.”
Caitlin shudders and doesn’t answer.
You pull your fingers from Caitlin’s clenching sex. When you press your
slick finger to Caitlin’s mouth, she opens her lips and greedily sucks on them.
Her tongue feels lovely on your fingers.
As Caitlin sucks on your fingers, you wonder about what to do with the
reporter. She is more sexual than you expected. After her nasty report on you,
you were expecting a prude. It is tempting to share your discovery with the
rest of the world. How would Caitlin’s fans feel if they saw her in her
bedroom, tied up and coming like the slut that she is?
Caitlin’s tongue does a lovely swirl around your fingers and your own pussy
clenches. The reporter has a very talented mouth. You are tempted to skip the
public humiliation and make use of her mouth herself. If she eats you while
you bring her to climax again, your power would make her fall in lust.
Leaving Caitlin after she is addicted to you would be wonderfully cruel.
You frown as you debate your choices. Humiliation or denial? Both are
equally delicious.
What fate is more fitting for the reporter?
I will tie her up and broadcast her orgasm to the world.
I will make her addicted to me and then abandon her.
Yes! I will take it!
You have never seen True Blue act like this. He is pissed off and considering
how much stronger he is than you, it would be futile to fight back. The best
strategy is to endure his punishment and hope he lets you go.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! True Blue slams his hand into your buttocks. He
alternates between your buttocks with perfect aim. He starts fast and keeps
the pace going.
There is no warmup. There is no gradual build. This is an old-fashioned
spanking meant for punishment, not arousal.
“Fuck!” you yell. You try to rise again but True Blue keeps your head down.
“Language!” he snaps. The hero delivers four hard sways to the center of
your ass. The marksman precision means he hits the exact same spot with
escalating pain.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
“Okay, okay!” you shout. “No more cursing, I promise!”
There is a pause and then you feel True Blue’s hand smash into your left
buttock. The stinging is intense but a welcome relief to the concentrated
spanks from before. He hits your right cheek next and goes back to his
alternating pace.
You grit your teeth. The heat in your bottom grows. You almost cover your
ass with your hands but you know better. Hands wouldn’t stop you from
spanking an ass; it certainly won’t stop this angry hero.
“Never in my life have I seen such a flagrant wanton display!” True Blue
yells.
There are three rapid spanks to your right buttock. The breaking of his
rhythm takes you by surprise and you cry out. Fire burns in your abused
cheek.
“Running around with your mammaries out!” True Blue yells.
He delivers three quickfire spanks to your left buttock. You swear that he is
striking twice as hard as before, but it just might be that your tolerance is
rapidly dropping.
“And exposing your lady garden at me!” True Blue yells. “How could you?”
The hero swings a burst of five spanks to the center of your ass. His large
hand enflames both sensitive cheeks at once. Each spank comes faster than
the last.
“Shit, shit, please!” you cry out.
True Blue pauses. Oh good, is it over?
A powerful hand grabs your left cheek and squeezes. A burning inferno grips
your sensitive ass. You squirm but the hand holding down your head keeps
you in place.
“Apologize for your language,” True Blue says.
Is he serious?
“Apologize, villain!” True Blue says.
“I’m sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” you yell.
True Blue lets go of your ass. Humiliation pools within your stomach. You
can’t believe how quickly you obeyed. That is exactly the sort of thing you
mock your victims with.
WHAP! The hero gives you a light smack on your right buttock. It is half his
usual force but your ass is so tender that it still hurts.
“Keep your legs apart,” True Blue commands.
You didn’t realize that you had closed them. The humiliation turns to anger.
You keep your legs shut out of spite.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! True Blue unleashes another barrage to your ass.
This time he strikes the right cheek over and over. There is no time to recover
from one spank to the next. Your ass transforms into a burning balloon about
to burst at any moment.
“There! There! There!” you yell as you spread your legs as wide as you can.
“Always have to be difficult,” True Blue says.
WHAP! The hero hits your left buttock with a thunderous blow. The
sarcophagus that you are bent over shifts to the right.
“Can’t just do what you are told,” True Blue says.
WHAP! He delivers a powerful slap to your right buttock. The sarcophagus
grinds on the ground.
“Foul mouthed, ill-mannered, indecent slut!” True Blue yells at an increasing
volume.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
True Blue slaps your ass with a wild fury. The earlier precision is gone. He
strikes at random and hits your ass from all directions.
There is no way to anticipate the next spank. True Blue’s hand keeps your
head pinned down and your body bent over. All you can do is squirm and
scream.
KRAK! The sarcophagus shifts under you. The top half slides forward. You
fall into the open bottom half. Thankfully, the mummy had long been
removed.
“Shoot!” True Blue yells. He lets go of your head and picks you up by the
waist. The hero lifts you off the broken sarcophagus and drops you on the
floor.
You try to rise but the fire in your ass is too intense. The floor is good. You
don’t mind staying on the floor. No one is spanking you while you are on the
floor.
There is a loud sigh from above you. “Have you learned your lesson?” True
Blue asks.
A dozen insults come to your lips but you choke them all down. The
supernova in your ass doesn’t need any more encouragement.
“Yes,” you say. “I’m sorry for everything.”
“Hmm,” True Blue says. “I should take you in to the police, but I believe
everyone can change. Do you promise to be a good citizen?”
Fucking shit, he’s fucking serious! You can’t believe this shithead. Still, you
don’t want to go to prison and your ass hurts too much to fight back now.
“Fine, I’ll be good,” you say from the floor.
Strong hands grab your shoulders. You cry out as you are lifted into a
standing position. Your ass is too tender to stand so you hover instead.
Still holding you by your shoulders, True Blue looks at you with his intense
blue eyes behind his domino mask. Damn, those cheekbones are flawless.
“I need you to tell me that you will be a good citizen, and mean it,” True Blue
says.
Humiliation wiggles within you like a snake. You can’t believe that you have
been reduced to this just to have your freedom.
“I promise to be a good citizen from now on,” you say. The words taste like
ash in your mouth.
“Okay, this is your one chance,” True Blue says. He lets go of your
shoulders. “Cover your lady garden and you are free to go. Take the fire exit
over there.”
You bite your lip and do what True Blue says. Your tender ass complains as
you stretch the thong back between your cheeks and snap it in place. You
grab your cape on your way to the exit. Nefertiti’s jewelry taunts you as you
fly past them.
The fire exit door opens and a group of security guards stand there. They
cower back in surprise but you ignore them and take to the sky. You swear
that some of them are looking at your ass.
Police sirens blare in the distance. The cool air feels nice on your spanked
bottom. The shame burning within you is harder to soothe.
You fly towards home. Doubt and humiliation riddle your thoughts. What
kind of a villain gets spanked during her crime? How can you ever fight True
Blue again without thinking of the ass-whooping he gave you? What happens
if the public finds out you got spanked like a bad girl?
Shit, maybe you should consider keeping that promise to be a good citizen.
The end.
I command Doctor Kubo to bite the Professor as much as she wants.
“Bite him,” you tell Doctor Kubo. “Bite him and enjoy yourself.”
“No, no, no, fuck!” Professor Akintola says. He struggles but the chair holds
him tight.
Doctor Kubo rises to her feet. “Can I take his clothes off?” Doctor Kubo
asks.
“I insist,” you say.
Doctor Kubo walks over to a table and picks up a spray bottle. She
approaches the struggling Professor and stands in front of him. Aiming the
bottle, she squirts a blue cloud onto his chest.
“We never tested that on human skin!” Professor Akintola screams. He shuts
his mouth and eyes tightly together as the Doctor continues to spray him.
There is a smell like cut grass. A hole appears in the Professor’s shirt. The
hole gets larger as the fabric simply vanishes. Other holes appear elsewhere
on his shirt as well as on his slacks. The pants disintegrate and reveal boxers
that vanish just as quickly. In just two minutes, Professor Akintola is
completely naked.
“Impressive,” you say and you don’t just mean the spray bottle. The
Professor has a nice body for a scientist. Dark skin covers a lithe frame. The
slender cock between his legs is limp but still impressive in length.
Doctor Kubo sets the spray bottle down and then bends forward. Your eyes
are drawn to her cute butt that is straining against her slacks. She braces her
hands on top of Professor Akintola’s bound wrists. Licking her lips, she leans
forward towards his right shoulder.
“Don’t do it!” Professor Akintola says. “Don’t do it! Don’t do it!
AGGGHH!”
The Doctor bites his shoulder. You float higher in the air so you can get a
better look. Damn, she has a lot of his muscle between her teeth and she is
biting down hard. No wonder he hates it so much.
“Fuck,” Professor Akintola hisses. His eyes lock onto you. “Make her stop.”
“No,” you say.
Doctor Kubo releases her bite. She giggles and it is a such a girlish sound
coming from such a renowned scientist. Moving to his other side, she bites
down on his other shoulder.
Professor Akintola hisses. His hands clench into fists. He tries to kick with
his legs but it is no use.
You float back down to nearly floor level. The Professor’s expressions of
pain are nice, but Doctor Kubo’s ass is nicer. Especially the way she is now
wiggling it as she bites.
Doctor Kubo releases Professor Akintola’s shoulder and bites a little further
down his arm. As he cries out in pain, she opens her mouth, moves further
down and bites again. She bites her way down his arm, all the way down to
the back of his hand. There she lingers and bites painfully on his center
knuckle.
Professor Akintola babbles in a foreign language. Angry bite marks line the
dark arm. She really bit the shit out of him. It is a wonder that she didn’t draw
blood.
“Want me to order her to stop?” you ask.
Professor Akintola nods his rapidly. “yes, please!”
Doctor Kubo spits out his hand and squints at you.
“Keep going, slave,” you tell her.
Doctor Kubo smiles and resumes biting. Now she is going up the Professor’s
arm. The lovely butt wiggles back and forth until she reaches his shoulder.
Her ass freezes and she suddenly lunges for his ear. She catches the long
earlobe between her teeth and pulls.
“STOP! STOP! STOP! YOU’LL PULL MY EAR OFF!” Professor Akintola
screams.
You float closer. If it happens, you want to see it.
Doctor Kubo opens her mouth and the Professor’s ear pops free. The dark
skin is a deep shade of red. Spit drips from the ear.
Professor Akintola shakes. He is blinking back tears. His breathing is short
and rapid.
“Good girl,” you tell Doctor Kubo. You give her a pat on her round ass.
Doctor Kubo dips her head down and bites the Professor’s chest. It is hard to
tell, but you think she has his nipple. The round butt wiggles back and forth
with excitement.
You are getting excited too. The spray bottle is still on the table. You pick it
up and spray it at the doctor’s ass.
The blue mist clings to Doctor Kubo’s slacks. Multiple holes instantly
appear. The fabric splits and you see a lovely pale ass. The good doctor is not
wearing any panties.
You reach down and grab Doctor Kubo’s ass. It is nice and firm in your hand.
You give it a squeeze and the Doctor moans.
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop it! You’re making her bite harder!” Professor Akintola
screams.
Doctor Kubo drops her head further down. Professor Akintola panics and
struggles harder. The Doctor aims for his thigh, dangerously close to his hard
cock. She bites down on his smooth flesh.
“SHIT!” Professor Akintola screams.
Hmm, when did Professor Akintola get an erection? Maybe he enjoys this
more than he lets on. Should you move to another torment?
Not just yet. Still holding onto Doctor Kubo’s ass, you use your other hand to
touch her bare pussy. The Doctor’s pussy lips are softer than velvet. You
glide your finger up and down her slick slit.
Doctor Kubo moans with a mouthful of Professor Akintola’s thigh. She
spreads her legs so you can have better access. Her hips buck and she grinds
against your hand.
You rub the outside of Doctor Kubo’s pussy. Juices coat your fingers and you
lubricate your strokes. Faster and faster you go until your hand is a blur.
Doctor Kubo lifts her head and cries out. Her ass quivers in front of you. She
makes soft whimpering noises.
Professor Akintola sighs with relief. That won’t do.
“Keep biting,” you command.
Doctor Kubo ducks her head down and there is no doubt where she is going.
Professor Akintola screams like a madman as she takes his cock between her
lips.
“No, no, no, no, FUCK!” Professor Akintola screams.
You stroke Doctor Kubo harder. The Professor’s screams echo through the
lab. Your pussy clenches in response.
Fuck, you can’t deny yourself any longer. You want to fuck and be fucked.
Maybe you should just let Doctor Kubo use that mouth on you. Or perhaps
you want to touch Professor Akintola and bring him under your control so
you can have his long slender cock?
How do you satisfy yourself?
I have Doctor Kubo eat me out.
I touch Professor Akintola and turn this into a threesome.
I make Caitlin come.
Domination can take many forms. With your power to seduce and arouse
someone, you find that making someone climax is the greatest form of
control. People will do almost anything for a repeat experience.
You pull your hand away from Caitlin’s pussy. The redhead whimpers in
disappointment but soon squeals in delight as you grab both sides of her hips
and lift her into the air. You easily hold her body so that her pussy is eye
level with you. Caitlin almost reaches for your head but remembers to stop
just in time.
“Good slut,” you say to Caitlin and then you bury your face in her pussy.
“Fuck!” Caitlin cries out.
You open Caitlin’s pussy with your tongue. The reporter tastes sweet and you
are thirsty. You keep her pressed to your face as your mouth takes her sex.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Caitlin babbles. She trembles in your grip. Unsure what
to do with her hands, she crosses them behind her as if she was cuffed. The
reporter is a lot kinkier than you ever expected.
Juices flow from Caitlin’s pussy onto your chin and drip down onto your
cleavage. You let go of her hip with one hand and place it under her ass. One
finger slips into the crack of Caitlin’s ass while the rest of your hand forms a
seat. To keep it stable, you sling one of Caitlin’s legs over your shoulder.
“FUCK! Caitlin cries out. She is trying to sit still but she can’t help but grind
against your face. Her body wiggles and squirms in your grip but your super-
strength keeps her in place.
Your catch yourself moaning into Caitlin’s pussy. Wet hairs tickle your
mouth. You alternate between licking her juices and fucking her slickness
with your tongue.
“I’m going to come! I’m going to come!” Caitlin babbles.
You look up at Caitlin and suck hard on her clitoris.
“SHIT!” Caitlin screams. She arches her back and this time she loses her
balance. One arm braces herself against the ceiling while the other sticks
straight out to the left like she is crossing a tightwire.
You keep licking. The clenching of her thighs only makes you hungrier for
her pussy. Your hand holds onto Caitlin’s ass and keep her sex sealed to your
mouth.
“FUCK!” Caitlin screams as she comes again. Her pelvis shakes as she rides
her orgasm.
You don’t slow down. The pussy is too sweet and delicious. You suck, lick
and nibble without regard for Caitlin’s struggles.
“FUCK, SHIT, FUCK!” Caitlin screams as you bring her to another orgasm.
She forgets herself and grabs your head with both hands.
That breaks you out of your licking frenzy. You bite down on Caitlin’s pussy.
“OW!” Caitlin yells. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” She lets go of your hair and puts
her hands in the air.
You tip forward in the air. Caitlin loses her balance and falls backwards. You
hold onto her legs as her head dangles towards the ground.
“Don’t drop me!” Caitlin screams.
You turn Caitlin around in the air so that her pussy is facing your mouth. The
reporter screams as you easily manipulate her body. You dip your head back
down to lick her hairy sex. The reporter trembles in your arms as you eat her.
“Oh God,” Caitlin moans. She wraps her arms around your waist. Her own
head is near your crotch but the selfish reporter doesn’t even try anything.
Maybe she knows you would drop her for touching you without permission.
You eat the dangling reporter. As you lick, you float lazily through her living
room. Lamps fall over as you hover around the room but you don’t care.
Caitlin screams as you bump her against a couch but the scream might have
also been because you sucked on her clitoris. You don’t bother to ask which
it was.
“Shit, shit, shit, I’m going to come again,” Caitlin moans. She wiggles in her
grip but also clings tighter to your waist.
A hair gets stuck between your teeth. You stop and use one hand to pull it
out. Your other arm keeps Caitlin in place but the reporter trembles with fear.
The hair removed; you go back to eating Caitlin. The redhead moans between
your thighs. You hover in the center of the living room and attack her pussy
with your tongue.
“FUCK!” Caitlin cries. The reporter shakes in your grip as you bring her to
another orgasm. She cries out into your crotch as her thighs close around you.
You pull your face up from Caitlin’s delicious sex. That is enough for now.
The slut doesn’t deserve any more of your mouth. You fly over to the chair
and take hold of Caitlin’s hips with both hands. Flipping her around, you
drape her over the back of her chair.
“Oh my God,”: Caitlin moans. She tries to stand up but you push her head
back down. The submissive reporter goes limp until you place your hand
between her legs.
“Oh God, no more!” Caitlin says. “I can’t take any more!”
You pause. “Not even for me, horny slut?”
Caitlin shivers against your hand. “Okay, for you, Temptress.”
Your fingers slip into Caitlin’s pussy. The redhead cries out and clenches her
thighs around your hand. She can’t stop your super-strength from fingering
her.
“Fuck!” Caitlin cries.
You roughly fuck her with your fingers. The slut is so wet that your fingers
plunge in and out. She stops clenching her legs and spreads them instead.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCKING SHIT!” Caitlin screams as she comes one
more time for you.
You pull your fingers out. They are soaking wet. You reach down with your
other hand and pull Caitlin’s head up by the hair. She turns her face in your
direction and opens her mouth. You slip your messy fingers between her lips
and she sucks on them.
There is no doubt that the once proud reporter is under your influence now.
You can make her do anything. In fact, there is no need to make her do
anything because she will gladly do it willingly. All you have to do is ask.
You could ask her to pleasure you. That would be a fitting revenge. When
your control over her wears off, Caitlin would always remember the time she
begged to eat your pussy and then did it.
But maybe you want something more lasting. Caitlin would say anything for
you, even disowning her own career. You could take her somewhere public
and have her announce that her story on you was based on lies. For fun, you
could make her masturbate while she does it. A public humiliation like that
would end her career and give you a warm happy feeling inside.
What do you do with the well-fucked reporter?
I have Caitlin disavow her story on me in a public place.
I keep Caitlin and her eager mouth to myself.
I fuck True Blue’s brains out.
Sometimes, being a villain is a lot of work. You plan crimes, you scout
targets, you make sure your costume looks hot and when you commit your
crimes, you make sure to do something creative and amazing. It all pays off
because you are the most feared villain in the city, but some nights, you just
want to indulge yourself. You’ve earned it.
As True Blue kisses you, you reach down to his crotch. You squeeze his
bulge with a fraction of your super-strength. The hero moans into your mouth
as you squeeze.
Christ, the bulge is huge. You pull on his pants. There might be a button or a
zipper somewhere but you are not looking for it. You simply hook your
fingers into his pants and pull.
RIIPPP! The front section of his pants rip away. You toss it aside and reach
for his cock but tight cotton briefs are in your way.
True Blue breaks the kiss. He looks down in shock and smiles. “Here, let
me,” he says. The hero pulls down what is left of his pants and his
underwear.
A thick cock springs forth. Fuck, it is bigger than his bulge let on. Veins
pulse along the sides of the shaft. The wide head already has a drop of pre-
come on it.
You take True Blue’s cock in your hand. He shudders and then groans. You
squeeze, using a considerable amount of your super strength. The cock takes
it and throbs in response.
True Blue reaches for your breasts. You stop him before he can damage your
suit. He patiently watches as you pull down the zipper with one hand while
the other hand grips his cock. Your breasts pop free of the tight purple
spandex and his cock throbs again.
“May I touch your breasts,” True Blue asks. Even besotted by your powers,
he is still a gentleman.
“As long as you do it while inside of me,” you say.
True Blue blinks. His immaculate cheekbones turn red. Is he blushing?
You hover in the air and spread your legs. True Blue steps forward as you
guide his cock to your exposed sex. The wide head presses against your
pussy lips and opens you. You let go of his cock as True Blue slides his thick
length into your wetness.
“Fuck,” you whisper. He is huge but you take him.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” True Blue says. His cock pulses inside of you.
“Here, have your tit,” you say as you hold your breast up.
True Blue gently grabs your breast. His fingers curl around the shape of your
curve. He presses his thumb to your nipple and a moan escapes his lips. A
boyish smile spreads across his wet face.
You tighten your legs around True Blue’s waist. Your booted heels press into
his muscular ass. As he licks your nipple, you use your flight powers to hump
his cock while he stands.
“Goodness!” True Blue shouts. He lets go of your breast and curls his fists by
his side.
“Don’t stop touching me,” you say. You grab his hands and bring them to
your breasts.
True Blue unclenches his fists and takes hold of your breasts. His fingers grip
tighter this time. Both thumbs press down hard on your nipples. He stares at
one breast and then the other in rapt worship.
Fuck, it is like True Blue never sees a naked breast. Does the hero never look
at porn?
“Move your hips with mine,” you say.
True Blue shakes his head. “I might hurt you.”
“I can take it,” you tell him. “Try me. I’ll tell you if it hurts.”
True Blue bites his lip. He isn’t sure. His hands knead your breasts for a few
more seconds and then he nods his head.
“I’ll try for you,” he says.
True Blue thrusts with his hips. It is quick as lightning and there is a small
clap from the collision of your crotches. The thick cock drives deep inside of
you in a wonderful way.
“Oh fuck,” you say. You grab the back of his head with both hands.
“Did it hurt?” True Blue asks. He stops moving.
You shake your head. “Keep going!”
True Blue grins. He lets go of one of your breasts and uses that hand to grab
your waist. His hips move again except that this time, he doesn’t stop.
“Fuck, yes!” you yell. True Blue rams you with his might member. As he
fucks, his grip on your breast gets tighter and tighter. The pain of your tit
being crushed adds to the bliss of your pussy being pounded.
PAP! PAP! PAP! The impact of your invulnerable pelvises fucking at super
speed echoes through the museum. The walls and exhibits vibrate from the
force of your carnal thunder.
“Tear that pussy up,” you tell True Blue. “Fuck it like you own it. Fuck me
like the bad bitch that I am!”
True Blue shivers as he fucks you. “Sweet Jesus, you talk so dirty!”
KRASH! An ancient urn falls from its base and shatters on the ground.
“Keep fucking!” you yell and True Blue does.
A lusty growl comes from the hero’s mouth. “I want to make love to you
from behind.”
You snort. Make love? “Fine, fuck me from behind.”
True Blue lets go of your breast and waist. An angry red handprint covers
your breast. You unwind your legs from around his body. True Blue pushes
you towards a nearby support column. You bend forward at the waist and
lean against the column.
The hero guides his cock between your legs. The massive shaft drives back
inside of you. It feels bigger the second time around. He grabs your waist
with both hands and fucks you again.
“Fucking shit!” you yell. The hero’s cock is a battering ram inside of you. He
fucks you twice as fast as before. There is a whistling sound as his hips cut
through the air at super speed.
“Talk dirty again,” True Blue says.
You laugh at his impertinence. Usually you are the ones giving the
commands, but for a cock that good, you are willing to compromise.
“Take that bad girl pussy!” you yell. “You know that you want it! Punish me
with your cock! Show me the power of truth, justice and the righteous way!”
“Lord yes,” True Blue groans.
PAP! PAP! PAP! The thunder of your fucking returns. Dust falls from the
ceiling and rains down on you.
You are going to come. There is no stopping it as True Blue rams your pussy.
Your orgasm explodes within you.
“FUCK!” you yell. You slam your fist into the column.
True Blue pauses. “Are you hurt?”
“KEEP FUCKING ME!” you yell back.
True Blue grabs your shoulder and slams his cock back inside you. You
wince as he squeezes your collarbone but the pleasure of his cock counters
the pain. The next orgasm is already building inside of you.
“Oh fuck, you are going to make me come on that hero dick!” You yell.
“Make that evil pussy come!”
True Blue grunts. He slams into you with even more force. The ground
shakes. Cracks appear in the column as your hands sink into the concrete.
You come again. The bliss from your last climax is overwritten with more
intense pleasure.
True Blue keeps fucking. He growls with every thrust. The collision of your
bodies fills the museum. More exhibits fall from their stands.
“Come inside of me,” you yell. “Fill this villain cunt with your seed!”
The cock inside of you pulses. Hot seed shoots inside your pussy. The force
of his semen is like a fire hose. You cry out at the sudden explosion and your
body goes right back over the edge to climax again.
You come again and feel your legs give out from under you. True Blue holds
you up and presses you flat against the column. You are limp in his arms as
he continues to pump your pussy.
“WHOA!” you scream. The amount of seed stuffing your pussy is incredible.
True Blue ignores you. He roars as fucks you. His cock continues to pump
load after load of seed at super speeds. Come flies from your overflowing
sex.
KA-KRAK-ACK!
The column breaks. A line appears in the column just above the two of you.
Your super-strength and the force of True Blue’s fucking has overwhelmed
the steel and concrete. The base of the column shatters in four pieces and land
on the ground.
“Great goodness!” True Blue yells. He stops fucking. His cock however,
pumps another load into your sensitive pussy.
The two of you look up. The remaining top of the column sags downwards.
The ceiling pulls with it. The gallery windows crack and shatter as the entire
museum threatens to collapse.
True Blue pulls out of you. Seed flies everywhere. He pushes you out of the
way as he stands under the column. The hero stretches out his arms and takes
the column onto his broad shoulders. He winces but he manages to hold it up
like a modern Atlas.
“Help me, Temptress!” True Blue says. “Get me something strong enough to
put under this support beam!”
You hover in the air. Seed falls from your flooded pussy. An aftershock of
your orgasm runs through your body and you shudder.
“No, I don’t think so,” you say.
“What?” True Blue says but you have already flown back to Nefertiti’s
Jewelry. You take your discarded cape and turn it into a crude bag. Working
as fast as you can, you stuff the priceless jewelry into your bag.
“You can’t leave me like this!” True Blue says. “If this falls, countless
historical and cultural artifacts will be lost!”
“You better keep holding it up then,” you say as you fly towards one of the
broken gallery windows.
“At least cover my private area!” True Blue yells.
You ignore him and fly out through a broken gallery window. Gathered
below in the street are security guards, police and news crews. Damn, you
must not have heard the sirens while you fucked. It is a good thing you got
out when you did.
The assembled crowd points and stares at your nearly-naked state. You make
sure to rub your pussy lips as you fly over them. A rain of True Blue’s spent
seed splatters the crowd.
Laughing, you fly back home with your stolen loot. Down below, the crowd
rushes into the museum.
*Epilogue*
You lay in bed and sip your morning coffee. An ice pack is strapped to your
shoulder from where True Blue held onto you. Another ice pack is strapped
to each breast. A giant ice pack is pressed to your crotch. You might be
invulnerable but you still bruise. It is safe to say that your pussy literally took
a beating from that fuck.
Brett Webber.
the villain’s target. Several artifacts were destroyed outright and massive
damage was done to the museum structure itself. Sources tell us that the
Temptress absconded with the entire collection of Nefertiti’s jewelry. Sources
also say that the villainess left in a state of partial undress.”
The show cuts to video of True Blue holding up the support column. His
pants are around his ankles. A large censor box covers his hanging cock. The
hero is shouting at the camera but the audio is muted.
“Pinnacle City’s own hero, True Blue, was at the scene of the crime. The
hero kept the building from collapsing but was unable to explain why his
pants were down.”
The camera cuts to a museum security guard.
“Jesus Christ, it smells like puss-BEEP and C-BEEP In here!”
“Emergency crews were able to stabilize the museum and allow True Blue to
let go of the support beam. The hero immediately left the scene and refused
to answer questions.
Anyone with information on the current whereabouts of the Temptress are
Akintola and Doctor Kubo, are currently at the Melos Museum, repairing the
museum with their super science.”
According to a survey posted on our website, eighty-nine percent of you say
that True Blue had sexual relations with the Temptress. After the break, a
panel of experts will discuss whether or not True Blue was an accomplice to
the Temptress’ crime.”
television.
The end.
I touch and pleasure the Professor’s wife as he watches.
“Forget your husband,” you tell Doctor Kubo. “You’re the cute one in the
couple.”
Doctor Kubo smiles with delight. Was that a sigh of disappointment you
heard from Professor Akintola?
You spin the Doctor around so she faces her husband. Reaching around her,
you grab handfuls of her blouse. You pull with your super strength and the
fabric rips apart. Bare skin is revealed. Doctor Kubo didn’t wear a bra for
today’s excitement. Small breasts the size of pears are exposed, each of them
topped by a dark brown nipple.
“Such lovely small tits,” you say as you cup Doctor Kubo from behind. Her
breasts fit entirely in your hand. You give each of them a squeeze.
“Thank you, Megami,” Doctor Kubo moans. She leans back into your
embrace. “Ovie keeps pestering me to make them bigger. He has designed a
cream, an injection and a bra to make me have bigger breasts but I have
refused them all.”
You glare at Professor Akintola. “Shame on you, Professor. All tits are
beautiful. Maybe we should use those inventions on him since he likes big
tits so much.”
Professor Akintola’s dark face pales. Doctor Kubo merely giggles.
You pinch one of Doctor Kubo’s nipples. The Doctor cries out and squirms
against you. Her moans of distress are torn between pleasure and pain.
“Do you like that?” you ask.
“I like it when you do it,” Doctor Kubo says.
Professor Akintola watches and licks his lips.
You float down until your feet touch the floor. It is rare for you to touch the
ground but the Doctor is tiny and you don’t want to pick her up just yet. You
let go of her breasts and let your hands glide down to her slacks. Your fingers
hook into her waistband and you pull. The slacks rip apart in your hands to
reveal Doctor Kubo’s legs and shaved pussy.
“No panties either?” you say. “What were you planning to do tonight,
Doctor?”
“Capture you, Megami,” Doctor Kubo says. “And then hurt you with an
invention until you are begging to eat me out.”
You freeze in place. A chill goes down your spine. Professor Akintola’s eyes
widen in fear but he keeps his mouth shut. These mother fuckers!
“You were going to capture me?” you say. “What a bad woman you are.”
You bring your hands back up to Doctor Kubo’s breasts. She shudders as you
cup her breasts once more.
“Oh yes, Megami,” Doctor Kubo says. “I had masturbated twice today about
making you scream.”
Your fingers close around Doctor Kubo’s breasts. She moans, and then
winces as your grip tightens. You use a tiny bit of your super strength as you
crush her tits.
“Ow, ow, OW!” Doctor Kubo screams. She wiggles and squirms but there is
no escaping your hands.
“No one hurts me,” you tell Doctor Kubo. “I hurt people; do you
understand?”
“Yes, Megami!” Doctor Kubo yells. “Yes, yes, yes! I’m sorry!”
“And the name is Temptress,” you say.
“Yes, Temptress,” Doctor Kubo says. “This one is so sorry for daring to think
they could dominate you!”
You let go of Doctor Kubo’s breasts. The pathetic pleading has mollified
you. Frantic screams make for the best apologies.
Doctor Kubo whimpers with relief but stays in place. You wrap your arm
around her waist and pick her up. The Doctor cries out but doesn’t fight you.
Her long black hair brushes your face and the silky touch is incredible. You
nuzzle her shoulder just so you could have her hair against your cheek.
You also reach around and touch Doctor Kubo’s sex. The smooth lips are wet
to the touch. She spreads her legs in the air. Her body trembles within your
grip.
“So easily aroused,” you comment. “Does your husband never touch you? Or
does he just not know how to touch you?”
Professor Akintola glares at you. “It is your super power that makes her react
like that.” For a bound man, he is awfully brave.
“No, no,” Doctor Kubo disagrees. “Ovie is terrible at foreplay. He hasn’t
excited me in months!”
“Shut up!” Professor Akintola yells.
“Say another word and I will kick your jaw off,” you tell the Professor. He
wisely closes his mouth.
You hold Doctor Kubo in the air and idly stroke her pussy. The Doctor tries
to stay still but she can’t help squirming. She grabs her own tits and pulls on
them.
“Please, Temptress,” Doctor Kubo moans.
“Please what, slave?” you ask. Your fingers slide up and down the outside of
her nether lips.
“Please enter me,” Doctor Kubo says. “Please, Temptress, I am begging
you!”
“Only because I wish it,” you say.
You push inside the Doctor. Her sex is tight but also incredibly slick. The
angle is awkward but that is okay. Professor Akintola was right despite his
fragile ego; your super power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. Being inside people
is enough to make almost anyone come.
Doctor Kubo babbles in Japanese. You can’t make out the words but the
desperate tone tells you everything. Her pussy clenches around your fingers
in rapid pulses.
“Watch and learn, dumbass,” you say to Professor Akintola.
The Professor looks incredulous as his wife squirms in your grip.
Doctor Kubo’s shoulder is on your lips. You open your mouth and give her a
small bite.
“Temptress!” Doctor Kubo screams. She climaxes and her body shakes. Her
pussy clenches tight enough that you are glad that you are invulnerable.
You wiggle your fingers just a little and Doctor Kubo comes again. She
screams her orgasm.
Professor Akintola frowns. You know that look. He is doubting his own
manhood. His wife never screams that loud with him. The crumbling of his
ego turns you on.
You pull your fingers from Doctor Kubo’s pussy. Juices cling to your hand.
You bring your fingers up to Doctor Kubo’s mouth and she nosily sucks on
them. When your fingers are clean, you pull them from her mouth.
“Oh Temptress,” Doctor Kubo moans. “Please let me fuck you. I have an
atomic strap-on that I promise will please you.”
Hmm, you like the sound of that. Then again, Doctor Kubo does have a
handsome husband just sitting there. Maybe it is time you touch the wretch
and make him your slave as well?
What will you do with your captives?
I will let Doctor Kubo use her atomic sextoy on me.
I will touch Professor Akintola and enjoy both of them.
I make Caitlin pleasure me.
What is the point of being a villain if you can’t throw away your plans and
just do what you want? Right now, you want Caitlin. Revenge and payback
can wait for later.
You float back from Caitlin but only a foot away. Moving slowly, you bring
your hand up to the zipper of your top. Caitlin’s eyes widen as you slowly
pull the zipper down. The purple spandex spreads to reveal the curves of your
breasts. You let go of the zipper and pull the spandex aside to reveal your
right breast.
Caitlin looks at your breast and then up at you. She licks her lips. The
redhead is too intimidated to try anything.
Good. You like fear.
You grab Caitlin by her long red hair and pull her face to your breast. The
reporter groans into your tit. You rub her face against your breast. She is
already under the influence of your power, but a little extra skin-to-skin
contact never hurts.
Caitlin opens her mouth. Her pink tongue licks along the curves of your
breast. When you grind her face across your nipple, she eagerly closes her
lips around your hard nub of flesh. She licks your nipple with loving
devotion.
“There you go, you dirty slut,” you say.
Caitlin nods her head with your nipple in her mouth.
You reach down to between your thighs. Hooking your fingers on you the
spandex, you pull and the snaps pop free to reveal your smooth sex. You take
Caitlin’s hand and press it your pussy lips.
Caitlin moans into your breast. The redhead trembles. Her fingers push
against your sex and two of her fingers slip in.
“Harder, slut,” you command. “If you are going to finger my pussy, fuck it
good.”
The redhead obeys. Her fingers slip in and out of your wet sex at a quick
speed. She is practically jabbing your pussy and it feels great.
You keep Caitlin’s head pinned to your breast as she fingers you.
Remarkably, her tongue continues to lick you while her fingers stroke. The
reporter is quite good at multitasking. Maybe you should test her further.
“Do you want to lick my pussy?” you ask.
“Mmm!” Caitlin says. Her fingers plunge harder into your sex.
“Louder,” you command.
“MMMM!” Caitlin says into your breast.
“Get on your knees,” you command, letting go of Caitlin’s head.
Caitlin sinks to her knees like a whore. Her fingers reluctantly leave your sex.
She puts her fingers in her mouth and sucks on them loudly.
“Before you can have my pussy, you must earn it,” you say.
Caitlin frowns. “How, Temptress?”
You pivot in the air so that your ass is facing the kneeling reporter. “Eat my
asshole. Do a good job and I’ll let you eat my pussy. Maybe.”
Caitlin answers by grabbing your buttocks. She pulls them apart and presses
her face to your ass. Hot breath washes over your asshole before you feel the
lick of her nimble tongue.
“Good slut,” you say. “I didn’t even have to tell you twice. I bet this isn’t the
first ass you have eaten you little whore.”
Caitlin says something in response but you can’t hear what it is with her
mouth on your ass. She squirms between your buttocks, wiggling her way to
get closer to your asshole. She licks the outside of your tight hole with loving
licks.
“Deeper,” you command. You reach back and grab her by the hair again.
There is no need, but you just like feeling her silky hair in your fingers.
Caitlin’s tongue pushes against your asshole. The tip of her tongue slips
inside and takes a tentative lick. She makes a strange noise but sticks her
tongue back inside you.
“Fuck,” you groan. “Don’t neglect my pussy, you lazy slut. Go back to
stroking it.”
Caitlin nods with her tongue in your ass. She brings her hand up between
your thighs. Her fingers slip back into your clenching heat. She resumes her
earlier passion with sharp thrusts into your sex.
You bite your lip to keep from crying out. The slut doesn’t need to know how
much you are enjoying this. Every lick of her tongue on your ass sends a
fresh jolt of desire to your pussy. You spread your legs as you float so that
you don’t unconsciously clench and break her hand.
Caitlin’s tongue pushes deeper. She opens the tight ring of your asshole with
persistent fearlessness. Her nose presses hard against your ass and you
wonder how she can breathe.
Meanwhile, Caitlin’s fingers fuck your pussy with increasing speed. You
shudder in the air as you ride her fierce fingering. Juices from your pussy drip
down her hand and form a puddle on the floor below.
Fuck, you can’t pretend to be indifferent anymore. You need Caitlin’s mouth
now!
“Enough!” you say and pull Caitlin’s mouth from your ass. The reporter
wisely pulls her fingers from your pussy. You spin in the air and face the
smiling reporter. Grabbing her head once more, you pull her face to your sex.
“Thank you, Temp-MMMmm!” Caitlin says right before you smother her in
pussy.
Caitlin’s mouth seals itself against your pussy lips. The talented tongue that
was in your ass moments ago now licks deep inside your sex. Caitlin moans
as she licks, adding the vibrations of her lips to sensations you are enjoying.
You tremble in the air. Both hands clench Caitlin’s hair to keep her in place.
Your hips roll as you grind your pussy into the reporter’s face.
Caitlin reaches around and grabs your ass. You allow her unsanctioned
touching because of how damn good her tongue is. She sinks her fingers into
your buttocks as she tries to pull you harder against her face.
You fuck Caitlin’s face. The reporter takes your abuse as you grind into her
mouth. Not only does she take it, but she licks harder and moans louder. She
is as eager for your orgasm as you are.
“Fuck!” you yell. You come a second later. Pleasure radiates through your
body. You tremble in the air, grinding Caitlin’s face against you as you ride
through the bliss.
When you can open your eyes again, you push Caitlin away. The redhead
gasps for air. Her face glistens with your juices.
Fuck, that was good. Your needs sated; you think a little more clearly.
Orgasms are nice, but you came here for revenge. How exactly are you going
to punish Caitlin?
“Please, Temptress,” Caitlin begs. “Please let me come. I am so turned on.”
You ignore Caitlin and think about what you could do to her. What about the
communicator for True Blue? What kind of a relationship does the reporter
have with the hero? Is it simply professional or something more? Either way,
you like the idea of tying the slut up and activating the device. The prudish
hero would come to her rescue only to discover just how perverse she really
is. The humiliation for Caitlin would be delightful.
Caitlin crawls towards you on her knees. The desperate reporter kisses your
floating boot. “Please, Temptress, I am so horny. Please let me come. I’ll do
anything!”
Anything? Maybe a more public humiliation would be fitting. She has studio
set up in her apartment. What if you got her off and broadcasted it to her
fans? You could show the whole world what a slut she is for you.
You consider your choices as Caitlin kisses your boots.
How do you enact your revenge on the horny reporter?
I tie Caitlin up and leave her for True Blue to find.
I make Caitlin come on camera while her fans watch.
I tease and humiliate True Blue.
A good fuck is nice but breaking someone’s spirit is priceless. It is really no
choice at all. You must humiliate this handsome hero.
You break the kiss. True Blue doesn’t try to keep going. He’s too much of a
gentleman for that.
“What is the matter?” he asks. “Was I too forward?”
“Yes,” you say, your voice dripping with scorn. You hover higher in the air
so that he is forced to look up at you. “I am tempted to leave right now.”
“No!” True Blue says. “I mean, you can if you want of course. I am strong
supporter of consent.”
You snort. “I believe people must prove your worth, and right now you
haven’t done that.”
True Blue stands taller and points his hands on his hips. He is quite the
dashing figure.
“Tell me what to do and I will do it!” True Blue says.
“Take off your shirt,” you command.
The hero doesn’t hesitate. He grabs the bottom of his suit and pulls up.
Perfectly sculpted abs are revealed, followed by amazing pectoral muscles.
He pulls the shirt over his head and tosses it aside. His broad shoulders makes
your mouth water.
Fuck, maybe you should fuck this guy. You dig your fingernails into your
palm. The brief pain distracts you from his scrumptious looking body.
“That’s a start,” you say. “You may have a small snack.”
You float down until your breasts are level with True Blue’s face. He licks
his lips at the sight of your deep cleavage. You pull down on the zipper for
your top. The hero’s blue eyes follow the zipper as you pull it down to your
waist. You pull on one side and a breast falls free of the purple spandex.
“You may lick my nipple,” you say.
True Blue leans forward. You float upwards just enough to be out of reach of
his tongue. He stands on the tips of his toes and seals his mouth around your
nipple.
There is a tentative lick. You shudder and wait. There, another lick and then
another.
“Enough,” you say and you push back on his broad shoulders. “Now take off
your pants.”
True Blue tears his gaze from the nipple that he was sucking to your face.
“My pants? Here in public?”
“Yes,” you answer. “Or you can forget about touching both breasts at the
same time.”
True Blue strokes his chin. The fool is seriously debating it! Your power
might not be as strong as you thought. Or he could just be a colossal prude.
“Okay, but only for a little bit,” True Blue says. He bends down and takes off
his boots. It an impressive display of balance as he does it while still
standing. He then opens a fold on his pants and pulls down a zipper. Hooking
his pants with both hands, he pulls them down to reveal white briefs stretched
across a large bulge.
“Christ,” you whisper. The bulge is huge! Maybe it was a good idea to not
fuck him. He is heroically proportioned.
True Blue steps out of his pants. He reaches for you but you float out of his
reach.
“Your underwear too,” you command.
True Blue frowns. His perfect cheekbones just makes him look more
handsome. He looks down at his crotch and then up at you. Shrugging, he
pulls his underwear down and steps out of them.
A monster of a phallus throbs between True Blue’s legs. There is no pubic
hair. The wide head of his cock twitches.
“Pathetic,” you lie. “No wonder you were ashamed to show it.”
True Blue blushes. Ha! The hero is so gullible!
You float back down to within reach of True Blue’s mouth. Pulling the sides
of your top, you expose both breasts. True Blue leans towards your breasts
but you float back.
“No,” you say. “Stroke that sad looking cock first.”
True Blue looks at you and sighs. He takes his giant cock in hand and begins
to stroke. Amazing, he didn’t even try to negotiate. Even that shithead
billionaire, Geoff, tries to plea. True Blue is too much of a goody two-shoes
to dispute your unfairness.
You watch the hero jack his shaft. A tremor runs down your spine and
straight to your pussy.
“Harder,” you command.
True Blue strokes faster. He grunts from the lack of lubrication. His massive
member turns a bright red.
“I was going to fuck you,” you say and True Blue groans. “But your cock is
too sad to fuck. I guess I will have to use your sorry mouth instead.”
“Sorry,” True Blue says. He sounds like he really means it.
You open your thighs and fly to True Blue’s face. Your thighs open and you
guide his face to your crotch. He presses his lips to your pussy again and
groans. Your thighs close around his head and you hover in the air.
“Lick, damn it!” you snap. “Open your mouth and use that tongue!”
True Blue looks up at you. There is fear in the blue eyes. Is he genuinely
afraid of eating pussy?
“Do it, you sorry piece of shit,” you snarl.
True Blue opens his lips. A tongue slowly touches your wet sex. There is a
lick, a very small one.
You close your thighs tighter around True Blue’s head. The invulnerable hero
can take your super strength but his eyes do widen in alarm.
“Punch your dick,” you command.
“Whm?” True Blue says with his mouth on your pussy.
“Punch it for being such a bad pussy eater,” you command.
True Blue sighs. WHAM! He punches his crotch hard. The shockwave of the
impact echoes through the museum. He groans and nearly falls to his knees,
but your thighs around his head keeps him up.
“Now lick like you mean it,” you say.
True Blue nods his head between your thighs. He opens his mouth wider and
sticks his tongue into you. The hesitation is gone as the hero takes one lick
after another.
“Hmm,” you say. “That’s better, but still not good. You are repeating the
same lick over and over. You must be a lousy fuck if you eat pussy like this.”
True Blue groans into your pussy. The flawless cheekbones blush with
shame.
“Do you need another punch to your cock?” you ask.
“Nmmm!” True Blue says into your pussy. The eyes behind his domino mask
bulge.
“Then lick faster! Harder! Put some thought into it!” you yell.
True Blue nods and his monotonous licking comes to an end. He goes fast
and then slow. His tongue wiggles inside you. He does a certain twist that is
almost inspired.
“Terrible,” you lie. Your pussy is clenching non-stop. Having his handsome
face between your thighs is almost enough to get you off on your own, but
his rapidly learning tongue is making sure of it.
“Jack your cock,” you command.
True Blue moans into your pussy. He resumes stroking his cock. The rough
sound of his hand is drowned out by the wet noises of your pussy.
“Eat that pussy, fucker,” you command.
True Blue moans. His tongue stretches deeper.
“Make this evil pussy come on your tongue,” you demand.
True Blue’s cheeks blush a deeper red.
“Jack your meat like the loser you are,” you say.
True Blue whimpers into your pussy and you almost come.
“Fuck yourself because you are never entering this pussy with that sad
looking cock,” you say.
True Blue cries out into your sex. There is a *SWOOSH* of air and a display
case shatters. The hero shakes between your thighs with pleasure.
You come. The vibrations of his moaning lips send you over the edge. You
climax on the hero’s face. Pleasure flows through your body like a warm
bath.
Another display case shatters. What the fuck is going on?
You turn your head and look. A spray of seed flies from True Blue’s cock
and splatters against a glass case. The glass breaks as a flood of seed crashes
into it.
Fucking hell, True Blue’s ejaculations are like a fire hose!
“Grab your cock!” you demand. “Point that shit at the ground!”
True Blue obeys. The seed shoots into the floor and sprays in all directions.
You quickly unclench from around True Blue’s head and fly safely upwards.
He continues to jack his cock, soaking himself and the surrounding area in
his splashing seed.
Finally, True Blue stops coming. He looks in horror at the mess he has made
all around the museum.
“You better clean this shit up,” you say.
“Oh my God, oh my God, on my God,” True Blue repeats. He is going into
shock.
You fly to the jewelry display. Your cape is on the ground and thankfully not
soaked in come. You make a crude bag out of the cape and stuff Nefertiti’s
jewelry into it.
“You have to help me,” True Blue says. He runs over to his pants and puts
them back on. One leg is soaked in his super seed.
“I don’t have to do shit,” you laugh. You grab your loot and fly towards one
of the gallery windows. The glass shatters as you fly through it. Down below,
security guards look up in awe at your nearly naked body. You jiggle your
tits at them before flying off into the night.
Police sirens scream down below. Security rushes into the museum. You
laugh and wonder at what they will find.
*Epilogue*
You lay in bed and sip your morning coffee. Geoff stands beside your bed.
He holds a large mirror in his hands. It is heavier than he can handle but he
knows better than to drop it. How else are you going to admire Nefertiti’s
snake necklace around your neck?
Brett Webber.
the villain’s target. Several artifacts were destroyed outright and covered in
an unknown substance. Sources tell us that the Temptress absconded with the
was unavailable for comment. Eyewitnesses says that he was wearing some
of the unknown substance.
look on her face.
exhibit, and engaged in a fight with the villain. Clearly, he lost but I don’t
it”
how this defeat diminishes the reputation of Pinnacle City’s finest hero.”
television.
The end.
I touch her and make her pleasure me.
There are other ways to abuse a mouth than with a tentacle. You pull Doctor
Kubo in for a kiss. She tries to resist but your tongue pushes past her tight
lips. You hold her face with both hands as you ravage her mouth. You take
your time exploring her mouth as you savor her taste.
Doctor Kubo doesn’t resist for long. A groan rises from her throat and fills
your mouth. The frightened tongue stops fighting and tangles with yours.
Timid lips kiss back with avid passion.
You break the kiss and look at your new slave. She squints adorably into your
eyes.
“Take me, Megami,” Doctor Kubo says.
You smirk. Normally you would insist on being called, Temptress, but when
Doctor Kubo says Megami, it sounds sexy as fuck. Maybe later you will find
out what Megami means.
The submissive doctor is wearing too many clothes. You toss aside the lab
coat you were using to bind her. Underneath, Doctor Kubo wears a simple
buttoned blouse. She starts to undo the buttons but you grab the collar and rip
it from her body instead.
Small bare breasts, barely the size of pears are revealed. The nipples are a
dark brown and contrast with her otherwise pale skin. The Doctor reaches for
you to kiss again but you hold her back by placing your hand on a breast.
Doctor Kubo moans under your touch.
“No bra, slave?” you ask. “As small as you are, I guess you don’t need one.
Still, there is enough to bite.”
Before Doctor Kubo can respond, you grab her under her shoulders and lift
her up. You bring one breast to your lips. Your tongue gives her hard nipple
one lick, then another and then another. The Doctor moans with delight until
you bite down on her nipple with your teeth.
“Chikushuo!” Doctor Kubo screams. You don’t know what that means but
you can guess.
You open your mouth wider. Doctor Kubo’s small tit almost fits completely
in your mouth. Your sharp teeth close down like a steel trap. Remembering
how brutal she was with the tentacles; you take your time grinding her soft
flesh between your teeth.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Doctor Kubo says. She grabs your head and tries to push but
you are so much stronger. The harder she pushes, the tighter you bite.
“Please stop, Megami!” Doctor Kubo pants. “I’ll do anything! Just please
stop!”
You spit Doctor Kubo’s breast from your mouth. A lovely red ring of bite
marks circles her breasts. You grab the other breast with your hand. Doctor
Kubo trembles at your touch but soon squirms as you squeeze her tit.
“Anything, slave?” you ask. You give her tiny breast a slight twist with your
super-strength.
“OW!” Doctor Kubo screams. “ANYTHING!”
“Will you give me your inventions?” you ask.
“YES!” Doctor Kubo screams. Tears flow from her eyes.
“Will you sign over all of your patents?”
Doctor Kubo hesitates, but only for a second before nodding her head in
submission.
You sink your nails into the woman’s small breast. “Will you use your mouth
wherever I tell you to?”
“YES! YES! YES! Just please stop!” Doctor Kubo says.
You let go of Doctor Kubo’s breast. She clutches her mangled breast with
both hands. The Doctor backs away from you but you grab her by her silky
hair.
“Time to get to work, slave,” you say. You float into the air until your pussy
is eye level with Doctor Kubo. Still holding onto her hair, you pull her face
onto your crotch.
The Doctor moans into your pussy. Touching your sex has that effect on
people. Lost in bliss, she just rests limply against your pussy.
A little pain helps clear the mind. You wind the silky black hair in your hand
and pull. Doctor Kubo whimpers into your sex.
“Use your tongue, slave,” you command. “Or the next time I grab your tit, I
will really hurt you.”
Doctor Kubo opens her mouth and extends her tongue. She probes your pussy
and licks in earnest. Her hands come up and hold onto your hips.
“No hands,” you snap. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”
Doctor Kubo lets go of you and drops her hands by her side. She tries to tilt
her head to get a better angle on your pussy but you don’t let her. Your grip
on her head keeps face smashed into your sex.
You float up a little higher. The doctor makes a lovely whiny noise between
your legs. You keep her head pinned to your pussy so she has no choice but
to rise up on the tips of her toes.
The Doctor’s face is sealed tight against your sex. Her tongue dances in
surprising ways inside you. She licks one sensitive spot after another, never
spending too much time in any one place. Lick by lick, she sensitizes every
fold and nook of your pussy.
You have never experienced this kind of technique before. It is almost better
than a cock. You grind against the Doctor’s face with increasing passion. The
animosity you felt for the Doctor fades away.
Lost in the moment, you float higher into the air. The Doctor cries out into
your pussy as her feet leave the ground. She wraps her arms around your
thighs to try to hold on, but she is careful not to use her hands.
“Smart slut,” you say and it comes out as a moan.
Doctor Kubo licks faster. The talented tongue is a whirlwind inside your
pussy. Back and forth her tongue goes to all the right places.
There is no resisting the Doctor’s tongue. Your body crests to orgasm on a
tide of tongues.
“Fuck!” you shout. Pleasure bursts within your body. You let go of Doctor
Kubo’s head but she holds on with her arms. Lost in euphoria, you float
higher up as the Doctor keeps licking.
“Stop, stop, stop,” you command when you can speak again.
Doctor Kubo stops licking. “Uh, Megami? Can we go back down to the
floor?”
You float downwards until Doctor Kubo can stand again. She releases your
legs and falls to her knees. Her face is shiny with your juices. She gingerly
touches her nose and winces.
“Slave, you have done an adequate job,” you lie.
“Oh no, Megami!” Doctor Kubo says. She squints up at you. “I can do
better!”
“Too late,” you say and you relish the look of anguish on her face. “But there
is another way you can please me.”
“Oh, tell me what it is and I will do it!” Doctor Kubo says.
“I don’t like that weapon you made to turn me weak,” you say. “I want you to
destroy it, but I also want to make sure you can never rebuild it. Can you do
that?”
Doctor Kubo frowns. “Destroying it is easy, and I could wipe out our notes,
but we could easily recreate the research.”
“That is no good,” you say. “Use that brain of yours and work out a
solution.”
Your obedient slave nods and thinks. This is the best part about seducing
people. You don’t need to think of everything, let your besotted slaves do the
work.
Doctor Kubo’s face lights up. “I do have a solution! In case my husband ever
divorces me, I wanted to make sure he couldn’t use my work. I have
developed a serum that will reduce his intelligence down to the double
digits.”
“That makes your husband dumb, but what about you?” you say.
“Oh, I would never make something to harm you!” Doctor Kubo says.
That is true in the Doctor’s current state, but it won’t last forever. It is
tempting to take her home with you and use that talented mouth, but no, she
is too dangerous. A threat like her can’t exist.
“I want you to administer the serum to yourself as well,” you say. “Do it for
me.”
Doctor Kubo stands up. She looks a little uncertain. Her eyes close as she
tries to think of a way to please you and avoid having her intelligence stolen.
You reach down and touch the Doctor’s cheek. The pretty brown eyes pop
back open. She leans into your hand.
“Yes, Megami,” she says.
Doctor Kubo retrieves another pair of glasses from a desk and gets to work.
She tosses the two beam weapons into a box that vaporizes its contents. Next,
she types up a quick virus to go through all of their computers to erase any
trace of their research. While the virus works, she uses another machine to
synthetize the serum she had planned for her divorce. Finally, she instructs
the virus to delete any trace of the serum so it can’t be reproduced or cured.
It all takes about twenty minutes.
Doctor Kubo loads the serum into two hypodermic needles. She walks over
to Professor Akintola, who is still passed out on the ground. Crushing
someone’s cock really knocks a person out.
“Stop,” you tell Doctor Kubo as she is about to inject her husband.
Doctor Kubo sighs with relief. “Have you reconsidered?”
“No,” you say, taking both needles from her hands. “I just want to be the one
who does it.”
Instead of injecting Professor Akintola, you jab Doctor Kubo instead. She
cries out in surprise. You press the plunger and the serum sinks into her body.
“Why?” she asks.
“I want to make sure it works,” you say.
Doctor Kubo nods and then frowns. A dazed look comes over her face. She
looks down at her arm and rubs where you had poked her.
“Owie,” she said.
“Say something smart,” you tell her.
Doctor Kubo nods. “Uh, the first law of termo, uh, thermos, uh,
thermopotomus?”
“Yeah, that’s working,” you say. You kneel down to the ground and inject
Professor Akintola next. He stirs but he doesn’t wake up. One of the greatest
minds in the world will be a lot dimmer in the morning.
There is a tug on your cape. It is Doctor Kubo. She is fascinated by the fabric.
You yank your cape from her hand. “Goodnight Doctor. Though I doubt you
will be a doctor in the morning.”
Doctor Kubo stares stupidly at you as you fly into the air. You go through the
hole in the ceiling and into the night sky. When you look down, Doctor Kubo
is waving goodbye.
You fly through the night sky back towards your home. The cool air feels
great on your nearly-naked body. A deep satisfaction comes over you. Sure,
you got fucked, but you crushed a dick and got eaten out. You also turned
two of the smartest people in the city into the dumbest.
That is what people get when they fuck with the Temptress.
The end.
I make Caitlin use her lying mouth to pleasure me.
Normally, this much contact with your skin would have turned anyone into a
horny mess, but pain is a potent counter to your powers. As much as you
have abused Caitlin’s ass, she should be immune to any further contact.
Which just makes this all the more fun.
You fly out of the chair and float above Caitlin. Using the tip of your boot,
you flip Caitlin over onto her back.
Caitlin screams as soon as her tender ass comes in contact with the hard floor.
She tries to roll over onto her side but you plant your boot on her shoulder
and pin her to the ground. Her back arches and her pelvis thrusts upwards to
lift her bottom from the ground.
You look down at Caitlin and unsnap the crotch of your outfit. The thong
pops free to reveal your shaved sex. Caitlin looks up at you with tear-stained
eyes.
“What are doing?” she asks stupidly.
“I’m giving you a choice,” you say, although there is really no choice at all.
“I was going to give your tits the same treatment that I gave your ass, or . . .”
“Or what?” Caitlin says. She is staring at your smooth pussy when she says it
so you know damn well that she knows what the other option is. The little
slut wants you to say it.
“Or you lick my pussy and make me come,” you say.
Caitlin shudders. Is it from terror or arousal? You are not so sure anymore.
“Please don’t slap my breasts,” Caitlin whispers.
“Then say it,” you reply. “Tell me what you will do.”
Caitlin’s blinks back a few tears. “I will eat you and make you come.”
It was barely a whisper but it will do. You float down onto Caitlin’s face. As
you glide down, your knees pin Caitlin’s arms to the ground. Your thighs
widen to lower your pussy to her mouth.
Caitlin moans into your pussy. Her tongue pushes deep inside you and takes a
long lick. Her hands come up and grip your thighs. She is not trying to push
you off; she is pulling you down!
This is a pleasant surprise! Caitlin must really want to protect her breasts!
You look over your shoulder. Caitlin’s hips are still in the air. The reporter’s
legs are remarkably stable. She must work out in-between doing her
slanderous hit pieces.
Caitlin’s tongue laps your pussy. She opens her mouth wide to drink your
juices. Her fingers dig into your thighs as her tongue reaches deeper and
deeper.
You shudder with delight. Damn, the reporter knows what she is doing! Your
hips roll back and forth as you fuck Caitlin’s face.
The licking slows down. Caitlin moans into your pussy. The grip on your
thighs weakens.
Hmm, Caitlin might be succumbing to your power after all. You liked it
better when she was immune. Well, there is an easy fix for that.
You reach behind you and grab one of Caitlin’s nipples. The moans between
your thighs turn into a whimper. The nipple is still tender from earlier. Good.
You pinch the sensitive nub.
“MMMmmhh!” Caitlin cries between your thighs.
“Faster,” you say. “Eat that pussy like you mean it.”
Caitlin’s eyes bulges with fear and pain. The tongue goes back to work. Her
head moves as she fucks your pussy with her mouth. She gives your sex her
full attention.
You let out a moan of your own. Your hips move with her mouth. You grab
her head with one hand as you shudder. Your other hand keeps pinching
Caitlin’s nipple to ensure her concentration.
Caitlin’s mouth sends you over the edge. You come on her talented tongue.
As pleasure ripples through your body, you fight to keep your thighs from
crushing Caitlin’s head. Her nipple however, takes the full brunt of your
pleasure as you pinch it tightly.
“Fuck!” you cry out. Your body shakes on top of Caitlin’s mouth as you ride
the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Caitlin’s legs give out and her ass hits the floor. She screams into your pussy.
“No more, you hungry slut,” you say. You hover upwards, not trusting your
legs to stand.
Caitlin looks up at you with her soaked face. Tears flow down her flushed
cheeks. She grabs her poor nipple and rolls onto her side to spare her ass.
“Not so fast,” you say. You turn in the air so that you are looking down at
Caitlin with your body parallel to hers. A hand on Caitlin’s shoulder forces
her to roll back onto her ass. As she cries out, you grab her other breast by the
nipple.
“What? What? What?” Caitlin screams.
You give Caitlin’s nipple a slight twist to cease her babbling.
“I wanted to make sure you understand me,” you tell Caitlin. “You are going
to issue a retraction. You are going to tell the world that your story about me
was a lie.”
“I can’t do-OW!” Caitlin screams as you pull up on her nipple. “OKAY!
OKAY! I will! I’ll do it tomorrow!”
You release Caitlin’s nipple. “You will do it tonight. Or I will be back. I will
come back and spank you from head to toe, and I won’t be as gentle as I was
tonight.”
Caitlin’s eyes widen in terror.
You spin around and fly through towards her balcony. Just for spite, you fly
through the glass wall beside the door you broke earlier. The glass shatters
and you fly into the night.
The breeze on your pussy reminds you to snap your thong back into place. As
you do that, you look back at Caitlin’s apartment. Will the reporter issue a
retraction? Or will she just try to flee the city? If she does issue a retraction,
will you leave her alone like you promised?
You laugh. It all depends on you feel tomorrow. You don’t need a reason to
ride that pretty mouth again.
The end.
I attack him at his hiding place and beat him down.
“Where is True Blue hiding, exactly?” you ask.
The guard runs to one of the monitors. It shows the entrance to the Nefertiti
exhibit. A sarcophagus sits on either side of the entrance. The guard points at
the coffin with a cat theme.
“There, he has a monitor that lets him see the feed from the camera over the
jewelry table.”
“You did good, worm,” you tell the security guard. “I give you permission to
watch me on the cameras. You can also play with yourself. If you call the
police, I will find you and break your hands.”
“Thank you, Temptress!” the guard says. He is already working at the belt
around his pants. “I wouldn’t dare call the police!”
You turn and fly out of the room before the man undresses any further. With
the museum empty, you pour on the speed and zip down the halls and then
down the staircase to the first floor. That is where Nefertiti’s jewels are being
displayed. As tempting as it is to maybe stop and grab some other treasures,
you don’t dare do a thing before taking out True Blue. The hero might get
antsy and come looking for you. That wouldn’t do at all.
You reach the first floor and fly to the main hall. Chompy, the museum’s
Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton, looms over the grand hall. It looks like they
replaced the missing shoulder piece from when he was reanimated last year.
Say what you want about the Melos Museum’s tendency to hold dangerous
artifacts, but they do a good job of putting them back together after a hero
smashes them.
Nefertiti’s jewels are being held in the Caprice hall. Two large sarcophaguses
flank the entrance. Artifacts from Nefertiti’s tomb are held behind glass
cases. Here is the giant scythe that nearly killed the archeologists. There is an
urn containing the Egyptian Queen’s favorite cat. The place is filled with
priceless treasures.
You pause behind the sarcophaguses. The guard said that True Blue was
hiding inside the one with the cat motif. In the center of the hall waits your
prize. Nefertiti’s jewels are laid out on a wide table. A rope barrier fences the
area in. Motion sensors and lasers make sure the crowd doesn’t get too close,
but all of them are down now. There is nothing stopping you from taking
them except that damn hero.
That is a problem easily solved. You turn around and fly back into the main
hall. When you nearly reach the doors, you turn around and fly like a bullet
back towards the Caprice Hall. You straighten like a spear and fly as fast as
you can.
You smash into the cat sarcophagus. The thick stone shatters and you fly into
a thick muscular body. Still flying as fast as you can, you carry the body in
front of you as you ram a support beam.
The thick steel column buckles. A powerful shock travels up your arms and
into your shoulders. You cry out and bounce back. There is a burning fire in
your right shoulder but you ignore the pain and look at the column.
True Blue slides down the bent column and onto the floor. The mighty hero is
clad in a skintight suit from neck to toe. Powerful muscles flex as he
struggles to breathe. Stone fragments fall from his short blond hair. A blue
mask covers dazed eyes. Perfect cheekbones frame a handsome face.
“What, how?” True Blue gasps. The hero rises to his feet.
“No, no, no,” you say. You fly over to him and hit him as hard as you can
with your right hand. Pain shoots up your hand. It is like punching steel.
True Blue’s head snaps to the left. He leans to the side but stays on his feet.
Fuck hitting him with your hand again. You look around and spot a fragment
from the shattered sarcophagus about a meter long. Flying quickly, you zip
over to the debris and pick it up like a club. As True Blue begins to steady
himself, you fly back to him and swing the stone club at his gut.
KRAK! The improvised club shatters against True Blue’s stomach, leaving a
solid piece in your hand. Better the club breaks than your fist.
True Blue doubles over in pain. One hand touches the ground.
BAM! You smash what is left of the club into the back of True Blue’s head.
He drops to one knee.
“Stop . . . law . . .” True Blue grunts. He is close to passing out.
There is no time to look for another weapon. You fly above him and then
come down on the hero’s head with both heels. Your boots smash into True
Blue’s head and drive him face first into the museum floor.
Boom!
Twin jolts of pain shoot up your legs. True Blue is flat on his stomach. One
of his hands plants itself on the ground to help him stand up.
You fly back up and drop back down on the hero’s head.
BOOM! The impact sends fresh pain up both legs but you ignore it. True
Blue collapses again to the floor. There is a crater forming in the museum
floor.
A groan comes from the hero. He is barely holding on. One more smash
should do it.
You hesitate before flying up. True Blue’s ass looks magnificent in his blue
tights. Each buttock is a work of art. As the hero tries to move, the muscles of
his ass clench in mesmerizing ways.
Maybe taking True Blue out was a bad idea? An unconscious hero isn’t as
much fun as one who can fuck you. Your seduction power doesn’t always
work on other super-powered people, but it might be worth giving it a try
with True Blue.
Then again, a conscious hero is one that can still fight. If your power doesn’t
work on True Blue, he might be able to turn the tables and still defeat you. It
would be safer just to knock him out right now.
You look at True Blue’s incredible ass and make your choice.
Do you knock True Blue out?
Yes, it is the smart choice to make.
No, I am willing to test my luck.
I deny her my touch and use a tentacle on that cute mouth.
“Strip, and put on that latex thing your husband is wearing,” you command.
“Try to run away and I will break your legs and put it on you myself.
Understand me?”
Doctor Kubo nods. You let go of the lab coat holding her. She shrugs the coat
off and slowly unbuttons her blouse.
You snap your fingers. Doctor Kubo jumps. My, she is nervous! Good.
“Hurry up,” you say.
Doctor Kubo obeys. She quickly undoes her blouse and take it off. Small
pale breasts, almost the size of pears, sit on her chest. Dark brown nipples top
her pale skin.
She pulls her shoes off and takes her slacks off to reveal smooth pussy lips
devoid of any hair. The Doctor didn’t wear any underwear today. Was it
because she knew she would be capturing you?
“Put on the condom thing,” you say.
“We have one made for me, it is by that table,” Doctor Kubo says.
“You have to the count of five,” you say. “One.”
Doctor Kubo rushes to the table. You fly behind her, admiring her lovely tiny
bottom.
“Two,” you say.
Doctor Kubo opens a box and pulls out a small collar. She slaps it around her
neck. Pink liquid flows down her neck and onto her body. The liquid adheres
to her skin and hardens into a flexible substance. It only takes seconds to
cover her small breasts, her small ass, her bare pussy, her short legs and her
bare feet.
“Perfect,” you say and you grab Doctor Kubo by the wrist. She cries out as
you nearly wrench her arm from the socket. You fly towards the tentacles
while the Doctor kicks her feet in the air. Dropping her to the ground, you
grab a section of the tentacle about a foot away from the tip. You wrench the
tip away from the rest of the metal.
Doctor Kubo is on her back, nursing her sore arm. She looks up at you and
squints. When she realizes what you have in your hand, her pretty brown eyes
widen in shock.
“Open wide,” you command.
Doctor Kubo scrambles away from you on her back. You drop down and
place one hand on a small breast. Using only a little of your super strength,
you crush her latex-covered tit to her chest and pin the Doctor to the ground.
As she cries out in pain, you thrust the tentacle tip between her lips.
“Can you taste my spit on it?” you ask.
“MMMM!” Doctor Kubo responds.
The tentacle fills the small woman’s mouth. She reaches up and paws at your
arms with her latex-covered hands. The Doctor is too weak to stop you but
she keeps trying.
You fuck Doctor Kubo’s mouth with the tentacle. As the metal tentacle
assaults her throat, you also grope the latex-covered breast under your hand.
The Doctor’s hard nipple presses against the latex, making it easy to pinch.
Doctor Kubo gags and goes into a choking fit. You pull the tentacle from her
mouth. She keeps coughing and you let go of her chest. The Doctor rolls over
onto her side and eventually the choking stops.
“No more,” Doctor Kubo begs.
You grab Doctor Kubo’s long hair, careful not to touch her scalp. With a
savage jerk, you pull her to a sitting position. Floating a few inches off the
ground, you stand and position your crotch in front of her face.
The Doctor squints at the pussy her husband fucked a few minutes ago. She
has a neutral expression but you spot her licking her lips.
“Eat my pussy, or suck the tentacle,” you say. “Which do you prefer?”
“Your pussy,” doctor Kubo says. There is no hesitation.
“Too bad, you’re sucking tentacle,” you say.
You put the tentacle between your thighs and close your legs. The metal at
the base of the tentacle crunches as your super strong thighs close around it.
The rest sticks forward like a monstrous cock.
“Please, no!” Doctor Kubo says.
You pull Doctor Kubo’s head onto the tentacle phallus between your thighs.
She closes her mouth but the metal tip batters them open. The long tentacle
disappears into her mouth and down her throat.
Doctor Kubo squints up at you, tears glistening in those lovely brown eyes.
She grabs your thighs and tries to push you away. There is no chance of her
puny arms doing that but you like the desperation in her attempt.
You move your clenched thighs back and forth. The tentacle pumps Doctor
Kubo’s mouth. For fun, you pull her hair one way and then the other so the
tip of the tentacle makes her cheeks bulge.
A familiar heat grows in your pussy. The sight of the Doctor’s petite mouth
taking such a large tentacle is turning you on. Or maybe it is her whimpers
mixed with her gags? Regardless, your insatiable sex drive is being triggered.
As you fuck Doctor Kubo’s face, you reach down with your free hand and
stroke the outside of your pussy. It is hard to slip a finger in there with your
thighs clenched around the tentacle, so you don’t try. As aroused as you are,
you can make this work.
Doctor Kubo squints at your stroking hand. A look of disgust crosses her
fucked face. She shakes her head and pushes harder against your legs. It is
cute that she thinks she can escape.
It is time to remind her of how helpless she is. You pull her hair back so that
the tentacle pops free of her mouth.
The Doctor gasps for air. Drool falls from her lips. She grabs her jaw and
massages it.
You pull the Doctor back onto the tentacle. The metal rams her mouth and
goes down her throat. You keep pulling until her lips are inches away from
your thighs. All the while, you keep stroking.
“MMMPMM!” Doctor Kubo yells with a tentacle in her throat.
You keep stroking.
Doctor Kubo gags.
You stroke faster.
Doctor Kubo pounds weakly on your thighs. Tears flow down her cheeks.
She sobs with a mouth full of tentacle.
“Fuck!” you cry out. You climax hard. Pleasure shoots through your body
like a wildfire. As you come, you thrust once, twice and a third time into the
Doctor’s mouth before letting her go.
Doctor Kubo falls to the side. She rubs her mouth and coughs. Slowly, she
rolls over to her stomach and starts to crawl away.
You shudder from the last aftershock of your orgasm. As you relax, the
tentacle falls from between your powerful thighs. It falls with a loud clang
and the crawling Doctor freezes in place.
“Where are you going?” you ask.
Doctor Kubo crumples to the ground and says nothing.
You float over to her and give her a light kick with your boot onto her small
ass. The Doctor cries out and trembles in fear.
“Not so brave now,” you say. “I remember how proud you were when you
thought I was helpless. You were bragging how no one comes looking for
supervillains.”
An epiphany blossoms in your mind. “Wait, you said that like you knew it
from experience. I’m not the first supervillain you have lured here, am I?”
Doctor Kubo, still looking at the ground, shakes her head.
A chill runs down your spine. You reach down and grab the Doctor by the
hair. She screams as you pull her to her feet.
“Do you have any captives right now?”
“Yes,” Doctor Kubo whispers.
“Where?” you demand.
Doctor Kubo leads you through a secret door and past a ridiculous amount of
security. There is more security guarding their prisoners than there was
guarding their lab. Down you go into a sub-basement until you reach the
prison.
Six giant tubes dominate the room. The tubes extend from the ceiling to the
floor. There is enough room to stand and squat, but not much else. Only two
are currently occupied.
A tall naked man with red skin stands in one tube. Frost clings to the outside
of his cell. An orange glow surrounds him but it is dim and flickers.
It is the villain, Flamefist. He can burn things with a touch. No one has seen
him in months. Fuck, he must have been here the whole time.
A woman with long black hair stands in the other tube. She appears to be
naked though it is hard to tell through all that hair. The hair moves on its
own, sometimes covering her body and other times pushing in vain against
the glass tube,
This is Killer-Do, and she disappeared earlier this year. Most people assumed
she retired.
Flamefist and Killer-Do see you. They start yelling but you can’t hear
anything.
“Let them go,” you command.
Doctor Kubo hesitates but winces when you raise a hand. She goes to a panel
and presses a few buttons. A seam appears in both giant tubes and then parts
to form a doorway.
Flamefist is out first. He steps out of his tube and his hands burst into flames.
He rushes towards Doctor Kubo but you stand in front of her.
“Get out of my way!” Flamefist yells. “Do you know what this bitch and her
husband have done to me?”
Killer-Do stands behind Flamefist. She has the same anger in her eyes but she
is quiet. That is the one you need to keep an eye on.
“It was my husband’s idea!” Doctor Kubo says
“Bullshit!” Flamefist says.
“Look, I rescued you, so two owe me a favor, right?” you say.
Flamefist growls. “Maybe I do, and maybe I don’t,” Flamefist says.
Killer-Do doesn’t say anything.
“What is the favor?” Flamefist asks.
You push Doctor Kubo in front of you. “These two planned to make me one
of their subjects. Professor Akintola is upstairs with a crushed cock. I want
you two to punish them for their arrogance. Can you do that for me?”
Flamefist grins. For some reason, his cock catches fire. “Hell, yeah,” he says.
Killer-Do nods and then heads out the door and up the stairs. She clearly has
her sights set on the Professor.
“Wait, you can’t leave me here!” Doctor Kubo says. She runs to you and
grabs your hand. Her pretty eyes are wide with terror.
“Listen to me,” you tell her. “I do terrible things all the time. So does these
two, but we call ourselves villains. Everyone knows what we are capable of,
but you and your husband? You pretend to be good people. You pretend to be
outstanding citizens while doing sick shit in your secret lab. We might be
villains, but you are evil.”
You shove Doctor Kubo into the waiting arms of Flamefist. The villain
laughs and wraps one arm around her neck while the other hand grabs a small
latex-covered breast. He squeezes the tit as he bites on her ear. The smell of
burning latex fills the room.
You turn and leave the two. Flying up the stairs, you hear screams behind
you. There is no need to look back. You are done with her.
There are more screams on the ground floor. Killer-Do must have found
Professor Akintola. Judging from the increasing volume of his screams,
Killer-Do is conducting her own experiments on suffering.
You consider heading in the direction of the screams to see what is
happening, but you decided against it. The scientist couple won’t be
inventing any new weapons against you any time soon. For that matter, it is
unlikely they will survive the night.
You fly up through the ceiling and out into the night sky. The fresh air feels
great on your nearly-naked body. The docks stretch out below you. Workers
do their meaningless jobs down below you like the ants that they are.
Was that a scream you just heard? Unlikely at this height, but you like to
think so. It sounded like Doctor Kubo.
You smile and fly towards home.
The end.
I display Caitlin at Atlas Square for everyone to see.
“Stay right there,” you tell Caitlin.
The reporter groans. She lays on her side and gingerly touches her ass. The
scream that follows makes you very happy.
You fly through the living room and into Caitlin’s bedroom. A large unmade
bed dominates the room with white sheets. There are two dressers against one
wall while the other wall has a mirror and three framed photos. The photos
are magazine covers with Caitlin on them.
For fun, you punch your fist through each picture. The frames stay where
they are, framing the holes you punched through the walls. It is a definite
improvement to the décor.
Inside a closet you find Caitlin’s belts. You quickly sort through them to find
the ones made of leather. When you have enough, the drape them over your
arm and fly back into the living room.
Caitlin is still on the floor. She stares at the belts over your arm. The redhead
starts to rise but winces at the pain in her ass.
“Let me help,” you say sweetly. You reach down and grab a handful of
Caitlin’s red hair. She screams as you roughly pull her to her feet.
“Please don’t hurt me anymore,” Caitlin says. “I’ll do anything!”
“Hands together,” you command.
Caitlin quickly obeys. You take one of the belts and wrap it around her
hands. She almost relaxes when she realizes you simply want to tie her up.
When Caitlin’s hands are secured, you give her a hard shove. She falls and
then screams as her sore ass touches the ground. You grab her ankles and
wrap a belt around them, tying them in place.
“Don’t move,” you say as you grab Caitlin by her bound wrists in one hand
and her bound ankles in the other. You hover in the air as Caitlin’s body sags
into a ‘U’ shape. As the reporter whimpers, you fly through her shattered
door and into the sky.
“Oh SHIT!” Caitlin screams. She clenches her eyes shut in terror.
You laugh and fly slowly through Pinnacle City. Caitlin’s naked body
dangles from your hands. You wonder how the breeze feels on her tender ass.
It is probably cooling it off. The slut should be thanking you.
The bright lights of Atlas Square come into view. Named for the Atlas
newspaper based in Pinnacle City, it is one of the largest and most visited
areas in the city. There is a park, several statues of historical figures and a
giant video screen that displays advertisements. It is where the hero, True
Blue, fought an epic battle against the villain, Doctor Skull. This is a place
known by sight all over the world.
It is the perfect place to show off your latest victory.
You fly down towards the center. There is a sturdy lamp post perfect for your
needs. As you swoop down with Caitlin, people stop in the crowded square
and point upwards. You can hear some of what they are shouting.
“Look, up in the sky!”
“Is that a hero?”
“Oh shit, it’s Temptress!”
“She’s got a naked chick!”
“What happened to her ass?”
You fly closer to the lamp post. The top has three arms that extend out
parallel to the ground. Each arm has a large lamp pointing down. You lift
Caitlin so that the lamp arm can slide between her legs and then through her
arms. Gently, you set her down so that she is hanging from the lamp by her
bound wrists and ankles.
“You can’t leave me here!” Caitlin screams.
“I’m sure someone will come and rescue you,” you say. “It might be awhile
though, so I would hold on if I were you.”
You float back and admire your work. Caitlin’s naked body arches down to
the ground. Her spanked ass is on full display to the assembled crowd.
“Get a good look,” you say to the civilians down below. “This is Caitlin Cole,
the internet reporter. Take a few pictures if you want.”
Several people in the crowd take out their cell phones, mostly the men.
“Don’t take pictures!” Caitlin yells. “Someone call the police!”
“Shut up,” you say. You pinch Caitlin’s red ass.
Caitlin screams. She wiggles and the lamp post wobbles. It might not be as
stable as you thought. Oh well.
“Caitlin here did a nasty story about me,” you tell the crowd. “She
interviewed my ex’s and repeated their lies about me. I decided to take
matters into my own hands. Consider this my warning to everyone who
doesn’t respect the Temptress!”
“I can’t get a picture of her face!” someone in the crowd yells.
“That won’t do,” you say. You grab Caitlin by her hair and pull. The
reporter’s head comes down and faces the crowd.
There are a dozen flashes as people take pictures with their phone. You hold
onto Caitlin’s hair until everyone has a good picture.
“Make sure you post that to Flutter,” you say to the crowd.
“Can you show her asshole?” someone else yells.
“Damn, and they call me nasty,” you say. “Sure, why not?”
You grab Caitlin’s buttocks with both hands. Her ass is still hot tot the touch.
She cries out as you spread her cheeks and reveal her tight brown hole. More
phones come out as they seek to document Caitlin’s humiliation.
Giving the public what they want gives you an uncertain feeling. What are
you, a hero? You decide that it is time to go. Letting go of Caitlin’s cheeks,
you give her ass a final slap before flying away.
Caitlin’s scream follows into the night sky.
*Epilogue*
You sit in your new chair as you have your morning coffee. On your way
home last night, you decided to stop at Caitlin’s apartment and steal her chair.
With her spanked ass, she won’t be sitting anytime soon.
Geoff is on his hands and knees in front of you. You have your feet propped
on his back. The billionaire groans as you absent-mindedly grind your heel
into his back.
Brett Webber.
“For those just joining us, journalist and investigative reporter, Caitlin Cole,
was found last night naked and suspended from a lamp post at Atlas Square.
The reporter was left there by infamous villainess, the Temptress. Ms. Cole
had published a video about the Temptress’ past and received many awards
for her reporting.
Witnesses say that Ms. Cole’s posterior shows signs of distress.”
The news show cuts to an older woman standing in Atlas Square. She has
white hair, rosy cheeks and a bright pink hat.
“Someone spanked the bejesus out of that girl!” the woman says.
“Ms. Cole was rescued within the hour by local firemen, but during her time
on the lamp post, several eyewitnesses posted videos and pictures of Ms.
Cole’s bound body to social media platforms. The offensive pictures were
quickly taken down by all of the platforms except for the ones posted to
Flutter. A spokesman for Flutter said that they have no idea why their
algorithms did not flag and remove the offensive photos.”
You tap Geoff’s back with your heel. “Good work, shithead.”
“Thank you, Temptress!” he says. “It will take the company programmers
weeks to find and isolate the hack I inserted.”
“Shut up, shithead,” you say.
“We here at Channel Six will not show any of the videos made of Ms. Cole.
However, copies of the video have been uploaded to various websites and is
currently the number one search on Joojle.
Ms. Cole is currently at a local medical facility for severe bruising. The
Temptress is still at large.
Caitlin Cole’s humiliation was deserved after her expose on the Temptress.
After the break, a panel of experts will discuss what this will mean for the
future of investigative reporting when it comes to super-powered
individuals.”
The end.
I use the guard as a hostage and extort True Blue.
“Today is your lucky day again, worm,” you tell the guard.
He looks up at you from the floor. The guard’s eyes are on your crotch. The
poor bastard aims high. “Yeah?” he asks.
“You get to be my partner for tonight’s crime. If you are lucky, you might
even get to come. Would you like that?”
Tears shimmer in the guard’s eyes. “Yes! I’ll do anything!”
“Yes, you will,” you say. “Show me where True Blue is.”
The guard runs to one of the monitors. It is locked on the entrance to the
Nefertiti exhibit. A sarcophagus sits on either side of the entrance. The guard
points at the coffin with a cat theme.
“There, he has a monitor that lets him see the feed from the camera over the
jewelry table.”
“Good,” you say. “You have any restraints here?”
“Yes, the handcuffs are in that drawer over there,” the guard says.
“Cuff yourself, hands behind your back,” you say.
The guard doesn’t hesitate. He runs to the drawer and opens it. Taking out the
first pair he sees, he puts his hands behind his back and snaps the cuff around
them.
“You have done this before,” you say. You grab his shirt and pull. RIPPP! A
swath of fabric tears from his shirt. You stuff the cloth in his mouth.
The wimp doesn’t fight you at all as you gag him.
“Let’s go, loser,” you say.
You scoop the fat guard into your arms and fly out of his office. With the
museum empty, you pour on the speed and zip down the halls and then down
the staircase to the first floor. You use the guard as a ram for some of the
doors. He cries out into his gag but doesn’t try to escape.
When you reach the first floor, you turn into the main hall. Chompy, the
museum’s Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton, looms over the grand hall. It looks
like they replaced the missing shoulder piece from when he was reanimated
last year. Say what you want about the Melos Museum’s tendency to hold
dangerous artifacts, but they do a good job of putting them back together
after a hero smashes them.
Nefertiti’s jewels are being held in the Caprice hall. Two large sarcophaguses
flank the entrance. True Blue is hiding in the blue sarcophagus. You don’t
want him to see you just yet.
You fly over the sarcophagus and stick to a wall, still carrying the guard.
Hopefully, you are too high in the air to be spotted by camera feed in True
Blue’s hiding place. You pause in the air, waiting to see if True Blue
emerges.
Nothing happens.
Your higher vantage point allows you to survey the hall. In the center of the
hall waits your prize. Nefertiti’s jewels are laid out on a wide table. A rope
barrier fences the area in. Motion sensors and lasers make sure the crowd
doesn’t get too close, but all of them are down now. There is nothing
stopping you from taking them except that damn hero.
You turn your attention to the rest of the hall. Here is an urn containing the
Egyptian Queen’s favorite cat. There is a table containing ancient bowls and
cutlery. Over here is the giant scythe that nearly killed the archeologists.
“Perfect,” you say. You fly over to the giant scythe with the guard. The thing
is so huge that the sharp blade almost seems like overkill. If this thing hit
someone, it would just flatten them like a ripe melon.
Or an overweight guard.
You drop the guard on the floor. He looks up at the massive scythe and his
eyes grow big. You take the scythe off the mount and set it on the ground
next to him so that he is under the curve of the wicked blade. A simple push
will cause the scythe to roll forward and bisect the guard underneath.
“Don’t move and I’ll suck your cock,” you tell the guard.
The guard nods his head and stays in place. You have no intention of keeping
that promise but you don’t want to have to worry about him wiggling away.
“True Blue, I know you’re hiding here!” you yell. “Come out slowly or I will
kill this guard!”
One of the sarcophagus doors swings open. True Blue steps out and looks
straight at you. The hero is taller than you were expecting. The tight blue
costume clings to his chest and legs. Muscles ripple with every step. Short
blond hair catches the light. A small blue domino mask hides his eyes but
highlight his amazing cheekbones.
A shudder of desire does down your spine and straight to your pussy.
“Stop right there!” you yell. You are talking to True Blue but maybe also to
yourself. Now is not the time to get distracted by the hero’s handsome face.
“Release that man right now, Temptress!” True Blue says. The hero stands
twenty feet away. “You don’t want murder on your conscience!”
You like how he says your name. It might sound better if his mouth was
between your thighs.
“I give the orders here, True Blue!” you yell back. “If you want this worm to
stay in one piece, then you need to gather Nefertiti’s jewelry!”
True Blue stares at you. Another shudder goes straight to your sex. How does
he look so damn sexy just standing there?
“I will do it, but if you harm him, I will not rest until you are in jail,” True
Blue says.
“Hurry up, my hand is getting sweaty,” you say.
True Blue walks over to the table containing Nefertiti’s jewelry. He hesitates
as he realizes he doesn’t have a bag. Oops, you probably should have brought
one. He shrugs and grabs the end of the tablecloth that adorns the table. As
carefully as possible, he pulls the cloth over the jewelry and makes an
improvised bag.
“Good thinking,” you say. “Now bring the bag over here.”
The hero strides over to you. As he gets closer, your heart begins to race.
Damn, he is much handsomer in person.
True Blue sets the bag down at your feet. “Let the man go,” he says.
“Not yet,” you say, surprising yourself. You should just grab the bag and fly
away but you don’t want to. The sexy hero is doing what you tell him and
you have no interest in giving that up now.
“What more do you want?” True Blue says. He crosses his powerful arms in
defiance.
Good question, what more do you want?
What do you tell True Blue to do?
I tell True Blue to pleasure me.
I tell True Blue to strip for my amusement.
Touch the handsome Professor and make him pleasure me.
“You are damn lucky that you are good looking,” you say. You lift your boot
from his chest.
Professor Akintola gasps with relief. He starts to sit up and your boot presses
back down on his chest.
“Did I say you could get up?” you ask.
“No, you didn’t,” Professor Akintola says. He lays back down. “I want to
compensate you for your participation in our test. How does a million dollars
sound?”
“A bribe is a smart choice,” you tell the Professor. “But we are way past
bribes at this point.”
You float down onto Professor Akintola. You straddle his stomach, ignoring
the bulge that is forming in his pants. Your knees come together and squeeze
his rib cage.
“Ow! Please tell me what you want!” Professor Akintola says. He starts to
grab your legs but stops himself from touching your bare flesh.
You grab Professor Akintola’s mouth. A slight squeeze is enough to force his
jaws open. You stick two fingers into his mouth, and then add a third. Dark
lips struggle to hold your fingers.
Professor Akintola gags. You keep your fingers in his mouth. The brown
eyes grow wide with fear and then your power kicks in. The eyes dilate and
nearly close. A moan tickles your fingers, followed by a lapping tongue.
“There you go,” you say. “You are mine, now.”
Professor Akintola nods his head with your fingers in his mouth.
“Now, how do I make the pain go away?”
Professor Akintola says something but you can’t hear him with the fingers in
your mouth.
“What? Louder, nerd!” you say. You also push your fingers deeper in his
mouth.
Professor Akintola tries to answer but ends up gagging. He squirms and you
push deeper. When his eyes are bulging in panic, you withdraw your hand.
“Answer me,” you snap.
“Positive stimulation!” Professor Akintola yells.
“Hmm,” you say. You grab the bald man by the ears and float upwards.
Professor Akintola cries out and scrambles to his feet. He stands up and you
float until your breasts are level with his mouth. The Professor stares at your
curves with hunger in his eyes.
“Give me that positive stimulation,” you command and then you pull
Professor Akintola to your breast.
He opens his mouth wide and closes it around your nipple. His tongue rapidly
flicks your hard nub of flesh. A gentle suction pulls on your flesh.
Your pussy clenches. Damn, he is good. It also seems to be working. The
burning sensation rapidly fades.
“More,” you demand. “More stimulation.”
The Professor quickly obeys. His hand comes up and cups your other breast.
He squeezes with every other finger, releases, and then squeezes with the
other fingers. With every squeeze, he rolls his palm against your breast. The
coordination required is impressive.
Tender aches melt into warm bliss. What the fuck is he doing? Is he
activating pressure points? Is he using some secret technique he perfected in
a lab? Either way, it feels wonderful and your breast feels like it was never
hurt at all.
“Do my ass,” you command.
Professor Akintola nods his head with your breast in his mouth. He reaches
behind you and cups your ass. You wince as he touches your sensitive
bottom. His fingers perform the same strange squeezing and the pain quickly
fades.
“Shit, I almost forgive you for choking me,” you say.
The Professor laughs into your breast. You wrap your arm around his head
and pin him to your breast. He moans at first but as you use more of your
super strength, he begins to whimper.
“I said, almost, asshole.”
Professor Akintola mumbles something over and over into the breast that is
crushing his face. You let go and he pulls his head back.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he babbles.
“My pussy still hurts,” you say.
Professor Akintola smiles and reaches for your pussy with his hands.
“No,” you say.
You wrap your legs around the Professor and lock your ankles behind his ass.
Using your flight power, you spin around with the Professor between your
legs. You slam your back onto the ground, next to his unconscious wife. The
Professor looks down at you with lust in his eyes.
“Fuck me,” you command. You place your hands behind your back as if
bored.
Professor Akintola reaches for his pants. Your legs are still tight around him.
He struggles to reach his zipper.
“Please, can’t get my penis out,” Professor Akintola says. “Just relax a little.”
WHAP! You tap the Professor lightly with your super hand. His head spins
around and his check glows red.
“Your cock doesn’t deserve to touch me,” you say. “Hump me and make me
come.”
Professor Akintola blinks back tears from the slap. He nods his head and
starts to hump you. His pants grind against your pussy.
On a normal person, the friction of pants and sex might hurt. For someone
with your invulnerable pussy, it is a pleasant rubbing sensation. It is not as
nice as his massage technique, but you feel the prickling sensation fade away
with each anxious grind.
The real pleasure comes from watching Professor Akintola’s face. The
handsome man is distraught with desperation. His cock is so close to your
pussy but trapped within his pants. Instead of getting discouraged, he grinds
harder, trying with every thrust to get closer to your forbidden sex.
“Please, please,” Professor Akintola pleads. “Let me inside you. Let me touch
you.” He reaches for one of your breasts.
You slap the hand away. “Absolutely not,” you say.
Professor Akintola whimpers. He glances over at his unconscious wife before
diverting his attention back to you. She might as well be dead as far as he is
concerned.
Complete control is the ultimate aphrodisiac. You lock your ankles tighter
around the Professor’s ass and pull. Your hips rise to meet his bulge and now
you are grinding against him. He freezes as your super-strength crushes him.
Pain and pleasure contort his face. Throughout it all, his bulge stays just as
hard against your sensitive pussy.
You come. It is an intense orgasm that wipes away the last of the effects of
the pain gauntlet. You quiver with the Professor moaning between your legs.
When the last aftershock has left your body, you unclench your legs.
Professor Akintola collapses on top of you. A hard shove sends him off your
body. He rolls on the ground, clutching his hips. There is a wet stain on his
pants where he grinded against your pussy.
“Please,” Professor Akintola begs.
You cut him off. “You haven’t earned it yet. There is more for you to do.”
Professor Akintola rolls onto his knees. “Just tell me what you want and I
will do it!”
“Yes, you will,” you say. You stand up and float into the air so you can look
down on him. “And call me by my name and title, Temptress!”
“Yes, Temptress!” the Professor says.
“I don’t like that yellow beam thing you used on me,” you say. “Destroy it,
and anything that would let other people make it.”
“Right away, Temptress!” Professor Akintola says. He stands up and winces
from his bruised hips. Limping, he walks over to the beam weapons and picks
them up. He puts them inside a box and clamps it shut. There is a red glow
and a smell of ozone. When he opens the box, the there is only gray ash.
“I should use that to dispose of evidence,” you quip.
Professor Akintola doesn’t respond. He goes to a computer and types
furiously.
“I have deleted all our research and the schematics for the stimulator,”
Professor Akintola says. “It would take us at least six months to recreate the
progress we made. Now can I come?”
You shake your head. “No, you have one more task. I want to make sure that
you two can never bother me again. Do you have an invention for that?”
Professor Akintola smiles. “Yes! This year I have been secretly working on a
project for when I divorce my wife. It opens a wormhole to another reality.
My probes have determined this other reality has no technology and very
hostile megafauna. It would be impossible for her to find the materials to
create a wormhole back. That’s if she doesn’t get eaten right away by
something ten times her size.”
“Damn, married people are vicious,” you say. “That sounds perfect. Get it
ready.”
Professor Akintola goes to work. He pulls the device from a secret hiding
space in the wall and sets it up. The machine looks like a film projector. He
turns it on and the air shimmers in front of the device. The shimmering
intensifies until it forms a window.
Keeping a safe distance away, you peek through the dimensional window. A
thick forest appears to be on the other side. A skull sits in the grass, and looks
as large as a bus. An insect as big as your hand flies on blue wings.
Professor Akintola drags his wife to the machine. When he drops her, Doctor
Kubo stirs. He presses a pressure point on her neck and she passes out again.
“Just toss her in and she will never bother you again!” Professor Akintola
says.
“No, you are going to carry her in,” you say.
Professor Akintola’s dark cheeks turn pale. “Me? But, but there is no return. I
will be stuck there!”
You float over to Professor Akintola. Placing one hand on his head, you pull
him to your breast. His mouth opens and he eagerly sucks on your nipple.
You count silently to ten and then pull his mouth away.
“Take her over there, for me,” you say.
Professor Akintola nods. “For you, Temptress.”
You step back and Professor Akintola picks up his wife. She is still wearing
her pain gauntlets. Those are going to come in handy when she wakes up and
realizes what he did.
Professor Akintola carries his wife to the shimmering portal. He gives you
one last look. Sighing, he walks through the portal with his wife.
You fly to the machine. Thankfully, there is a button marked “Off.” You
press it and the window shrinks.
It takes a little while. As the window slowly shrinks, you look at the other
side. Professor Akintola sets his wife down in the grass. He fans himself as if
extremely hot. Something catches his attention and he looks up. A large
shadow falls over Professor Akintola and Doctor Kubo.
That is when the window closes. Hmm, you hope they survive long enough
for Doctor Kubo to wake up and realize what her husband has done. You also
hope Professor Akintola lives long enough for your seduction power to wear
off. Both of them need to understand their mistake in fucking with the
Temptress.
The end.
I will tie her up and broadcast her orgasm to the world.
You pull your fingers from Caitlin’s mouth. The reporter’s lips are tight as
she sucks your fingers dry.
“Go get your camera from your studio,” you tell Caitlin. “Set it up in the
bedroom. Do whatever you need to do so it will stream on social media.”
Caitlin frowns. “Why?”
You drop your hand back down to Caitlin’s breast. It is tempting to pinch her
for questioning you, but your power works better with pleasure. Your thumb
rubs the hard nipple and she moans.
“Just do it,” you say.
When you take your hand away, Caitlin runs to her studio to obey. You fly
into her bedroom and take a look around. A large unmade bed dominates the
room with white sheets. There are two dressers against one wall while the
other wall has a mirror and three framed photos. The photos are magazine
covers with Caitlin on them.
You check a small side table by the bed. The top drawer has tissues, sleeping
blindfolds and pill bottles. The second drawer is stuffed with sex toys. You
laugh as you pull them out. Most of them are too small for what you have in
mind but near the bottom you find what you need.
It is a vibrating wand with a large bulb at the end. You recognize the brand; it
is a Von Madd Vibro-Blast 4000. It runs on batteries and can shake the paint
off a wall. It is perfect.
Caitlin comes into the bedroom carrying the camera and a tripod. She freezes
when she sees you holding the Vibro-Blast.
“That is too strong for me,” she says. “I only use it for my back now.”
“Shut up and set up the camera,” you tell her. “Have it facing your bed.”
Caitlin nods and sets up the camera. She places a laptop beside it on the floor.
The redhead looks at you again with a look of worry on her face, but she says
nothing. She is too far under your power to resist your commands.
While Caitlin finishes her setup, you fly to her closet. Hanging on the closet
door are many belts. You sort through them, discarding the weak ones and
the ones that are too thick until you have a selection of leather belts perfect
for bondage.
“It is done,” Caitlin says. “It is streaming right now.”
“Lay on the bed and spread your arms and legs,” you command.
Caitlin hesitates, but only for a moment. The power of your touch still has her
subdued. She climbs onto the bed completely naked and tucks a pillow under
her head. She lays down and spreads her limbs.
You fly over to Caitlin with her belts. Starting with her arms, you tie a belt to
a wrist and then tie the other end to a bed post. You go to her legs and secure
a belt to each ankle and then spread her legs as far as possible.
Caitlin is silent as you bind her. She moans a little when you tighten the belts
but she doesn’t complain. The only clue you have to how she feels is the fact
that her hips keep grinding in place.
You place the Vibro-Blast at Caitlin’s crotch and then secure the toy to her
thigh with another belt.
“Please, no!” Caitlin says. “It is too much!”
You hover in the air beside the bed. Bending over, you take a long lick of one
of Caitlin’s nipples. She cries out and her hips thrust into the air.
“Do it for me,” you say sweetly. “Do it for your Temptress.”
Caitlin looks at the camera and then looks at you. “Yes, I will do it for you.”
“Tell that to your audience,” you tell Caitlin. You pull her head up so she can
directly face the camera. “Tell everyone who you are doing this for.”
“I, Caitlin Cole, am doing this for Temptress,” Caitlin says. “I am naked for
her. I am bound to this bed for her. I will take this vibrator for her. I will do
anything for her because she makes me come like no one else.”
“That’s right you little slut,” you say. You slip your fingers between the
vibrator and Caitlin’s hairy sex. She wiggles delightfully as your fingers
press against her slick pussy.
“Look at how much she loves my touch,” you tell the camera.
You rub Caitlin’s pussy. The redhead immediately cries out and arches her
back. Your fingers slide back and forth, rough and fast but Caitlin loves it.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Caitlin mumbles.
“No, not God,” you say. “Your Temptress.”
“Oh yes, Temptress! Temptress! Temptress!” Caitlin screams.
The reporter comes. She climaxes as her camera records and broadcasts it to
the internet. She twists and writhes beautifully in her bindings at your touch.
You slip your fingers out from under the inactive vibrator. Holding your hand
up, you let the camera get a nice long look at the juices dripping from your
fingers. When you are done, you wipe your fingers on one of Caitlin’s
freckled breasts.
“That was wonderful, Temptress,” Caitlin says.
“No, that was foreplay,” you say and you turn the vibrator on. The Vibro-
Blast 4000 roars to life and Caitlin screams. Her hips buck wildly as if she is
trying to throw it off.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Caitlin screams. She shakes on the bed as she comes
again.
“That didn’t take long at all,” you say.
“Oh god, oh god, oh go-FUCK!”
Caitlin comes again. She pulls hard on her bindings and the bed shakes. The
Vibro-Blast 4000 keeps buzzing.
“Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, FUCK!” Caitlin babbles as she comes again.
You laugh and float above Caitlin. The reporter’s body doesn’t stop moving
for a second as she tries to escape. A large wet stain soaks the bed under her.
Cailin looks up at you with desperation in her eyes. “PLEASE!” she screams.
Aww, the little slut wants you to give show mercy. She doesn’t know you
that well after all.
It is tempting to stay. Watching Caitlin suffer and come is terribly delightful.
Unfortunately, you have no idea how long it will take for the police to come
rescue her. For all you know, a hero might be on their way now. It is time for
you to leave.
You turn and fly out of the bedroom. Caitlin’s screams of pleasure follow
you as you fly through her broken balcony door. You fly up into the sky and
head for home.
Even when you are miles away, you swear that you can still hear Caitlin
screaming.
*Epilogue*
Brett Webber.
award-winning journalist, Caitlin Cole. Ms. Cole, naked and bound to a bed,
declared that quote, ‘I, Caitlin Cole, am doing this for Temptress’, unquote.
Infamous supervillain,Temptress, was spotted on camera binding a vibrator
Ms. Cole’s body. Ms. Cole then loudly and explicitly expressed herself for an
hour before authorities could intervene. Over one million viewers watched
and commented.
large. The vibrator used in the broadcast, the Von Madd Vibro-Blast 4000, is
now the bestselling item in major online stores.
Caitlin Cole’s public act of submission was completely voluntary. After the
break, a panel of experts will discuss Caitlin Cole’s explicit broadcast and
what this means for her journalistic future.”
The end.
Yes, it is the smart choice to make.
You fly back up into the air as high as you can. When you reach the top, you
bend your legs slightly and fly straight down. You keep your eyes focused on
the back of True Blue’s head and not his wonderful ass.
BOOM! You slam your heels into the back of True Blue’s head. Pain shoots
up your legs but you laugh as the hero’s face sinks a foot into the floor. True
Blue’s arms go limp. The hero is knocked out!
You hover back into the air. “I thought you would be tougher,” you say to the
unconscious hero.
True Blue doesn’t respond.
It is time to claim your prize. You fly over to the center of the exhibit.
Nefertiti’s jewels are laid out on a wide table. A rope barrier fences the area
in. Motion sensors and lasers make sure the crowd doesn’t get too close, but
all of them are down now. There is nothing stopping you from taking them!
You float over the jewelry and admire them. Cripes, that is a lot of loot.
Countless diamonds and other gems sparkle on bracelets, earrings and
necklaces. You should have brought a bag. No matter. Your cape will do.
You undo the clasps at your shoulder and pull your cape free. Taking your
cape in hand, you make a bag.
The serpent necklace should be first. The necklace looks like a snake biting
its tail, if the snake was made of diamonds. Even the teeth are made of
diamonds. Fuck, you might just wear it out of here.
That is not a bad idea. You pick up the necklace and place it around your
neck. The clasp is simple and clicks into place. The diamonds sit heavily on
your chest but you just know it looks amazing.
Too bad there is no one around to admire them. Wait, there is the guard you
left back in the control room. He is probably watching you as he jerks
himself. Maybe you should face a camera so he can get a better view.
No, fuck that guy.
You grab handfuls of jewelry and stuff them into your makeshift bag.
Priceless gems flow through your fingers. Beautiful rings of all shapes and
sizes go into the bag. It is tempting to pause and examine each artifact before
it goes into your bag but you resist the urge.
There, you are done. The improvised bag bulges from your loot. All you have
to do now is fly home.
You look over at True Blue’s prone body. He hasn’t moved. His perfect ass is
right where you left it.
Do you really have to go home just yet? You feel like celebrating and there is
a familiar heat between your thighs. Defeating True Blue has left you sweaty
and aroused. It would be fun to pleasure yourself before leaving. It is not like
True Blue could stop you.
Your pussy clenches at the thought of True Blue. The hero is completely at
your mercy. Defeating him is not enough. Part of you wants to advertise your
victory. A few ideas come to mind, all of them involving him being naked.
How much time do you have? Have the guards outside called the police? You
don’t fear the police but they can be annoying. Whatever you decide, you
should choose soon.
How do you celebrate your victory over True Blue?
Masturbate over the hero’s fallen body.
Strip the hero and leave him in a compromising position.
Put on the body condom and choke him for my amusement.
You lift your foot from Professor Akintola’s chest. “Show me how to put on
that condom suit the Doctor used.”
Professor Akintola warily sits up. He rubs his tender chest. “Okay, sure. Just
don’t hurt me!”
You float closer to Professor Akintola so that your boot is inches away from
his chest. He flinches and crawls backwards.
“There will be no negotiation,” you say. “Now do what I told you!”
Professor Akintola scrambles to his feet. He walks over to his unconscious
wife and touches her collar. After pressing a few buttons, the collar snaps off.
He holds it up to you.
“Just put it on and press this button here,” he says.
You take the collar from his hand, careful not to touch him. It feels wrong to
put a collar on but you force yourself to do it. The collar expands on its own
for your larger neck. You click it shut and press the button.
The pink liquid flows down your body. It feels nice and cool. The liquid
slides over your breasts, over your stomach, over your sex and down your
legs. When the liquid reaches your boots, it keeps going by clinging to your
skin. You feel it form a covering layer between your legs and your boots.
Interesting.
Professor Akintola looks at you with awe. There is a prominent bulge in his
slacks. He drinks in the sight of your pink latex-covered body. The poor fool
is already lusting for you and you haven’t even touched him.
“You keep eyeing my tits,” you say. “Here, have a closer look.”
You float over to Professor Akintola and grab the back of his head. He cries
out as you pull him into your plentiful breasts. You squeeze your tits together
with your upper arms while your hands hold him in place. The Professor tries
to push free with his pathetic strength.
“It does work,” you say. “Most men would melt into my tits and die happy as
I smother them
Professor Akintola can only sputter in response. You think about how tightly
he choked you with the tentacle and you pull him deeper into your breasts.
The Professor fights harder. He must be running out of air. His hands claw at
your arms. Interestingly, his nails don’t tear the pink material. It must be
much tougher than latex.
As the Professor squirms, you feel a delicious warmth in your sex. The
prickling sensation from earlier is slowly fading as you clench. There is
nothing like a man struggling for his life to make the juices flow.
Wait, the Professor is barely fighting now. You pull him up from your
breasts, while still holding onto his bald head.
Professor Akintola gasps for air. His eyes are wide with terror. The dark
brown face looks a little pale.
“Your condom suit is very effective,” you tell the breathless Professor.
“The suit was made with contact powers in mind,” Professor Akintola says
when he regains his breath. “It also protects against flame, ice and most
poisons.”
“I didn’t ask you to speak,” you say.
You lift your knee into Professor Akintola’s stomach. The air rushes out of
him and he bends over. You float higher into the air and spin around. Coming
down, you scissor the sides of his bald head with your thighs. You drop
down, forcing Professor Akintola to bend over, until your boots are a few
inches off the air.
“Don’t you dare drop to your knees!” you snap. “You do and I will crush
your head like a balloon!”
Professor Akintola tries to answer but all you hear is a gasp. The tall man
struggles to stay on his feet while bent over. He grabs your hips for support.
You grab each wrist and use a small amount of your super strength. The
Professor screams and releases your hips. Confident that he is a quick learner,
you let go of his hands
“That was an impressive scream for a man being choked,” you say. “Oh wait,
the pressure is on your head, not your neck. It is more like being crushed,
then choked, right? I wouldn’t know, I have never been this helpless.”
Professor Akintola slaps the sides of your legs.
“Are you trying to signal submission?” you ask. “Silly worm, this isn’t a
game.”
You squeeze tighter. Professor Akintola screams. He drops to his knees and
grabs your thighs. His weak hands try to pull your thighs apart.
As you clench your thighs, your pussy clenches as well. Juices trapped by the
latex trickle down your thighs. You reach between your legs and give
yourself a stroke. The latex is surprisingly thin and the sensitivity is greater
than you were expecting.
Hmmm.
You open your legs. Professor Akintola drops to the ground. He clutches his
head and moans. Gingerly, his fingers go over his skull and feel for fractures.
“On your back,” you command.
Professor Akintola keeps groaning and stays where he is.
You float to the side and give the Professor’s shoulder a light kick with your
super strength. He cries out as he flips in the air. The Professor lands on his
back and the air rushes out of him. Good, if he landed on his stomach, you
would have kicked him again.
“Stop, please,” Professor Akintola begs. “I’ll give you anything. I have
money. I can give you my wife’s patents. We have other test subjects you can
play with.”
Other prisoners? You file that away for later. Right now, you have a more
pressing need.
You hover over Professor Akintola. He looks up at you with a mixture of
dread and lust. The bulge in his pants is as large as ever. You drop down onto
the Professor’s face and sandwich his head between your thighs once more.
“Lick,” you command.
You are not sure if the Professor heard you. All you can see of his face is his
terrified eyes. You can feel his mouth though, it is pressed tight against the
latex covering your pussy.
Oh well, you don’t need his tongue. You shift and grind your crotch into the
Professor’s face. His nose feels great buried into your sex. Even better is the
way his hands are trying to force your legs apart. Each weak pull of his hands
causes your pussy to clench in response.
Professor Akintola kicks his legs. You can feel him whimper against your
sex. His fingers paw at your thighs but they are so impotent. You feel his
mouth open, but instead of licking, it is gasping for air.
“Oh fuck,” you moan. You look down at the helpless Professor. Earlier, he
tried to choke you with a tentacle. Now he is the one choking between your
thighs. It is everything he deserves.
You reach for your sex. As you grind on the Professor’s face, your fingers
give you the extra bit of stimulation that you need. Your orgasm explodes
within you and rushes out of your screaming throat.
Professor Akintola screams too. Your climax causes your thighs to close a
little too tightly. It is too bad for him. You keep clenching until every last
quiver of your orgasm is gone.
When you do finally release your legs, Professor Akintola chokes for air.
You rise up and float above him. The once arrogant Professor sobs like a
weakling.
“Quit your moaning,” you tell him. “You mentioned other prisoners. Take me
to them.”
Professor Akintola nods and stands up. He has stopped his wailing. Perhaps
his quick recovery comes from thinking you want to torment other people.
The Professor shows you to a secret door and down a hidden hallway. The
two of you go past a ridiculous amount of security. There is more security
guarding their prisoners than there was guarding their lab. Down you go into
a sub-basement until you reach the prison.
Six giant tubes dominate the room. The tubes extend from the ceiling to the
floor. There is enough room to stand and squat, but not much else. Only two
are currently occupied.
A tall naked man with red skin stands in one tube. Frost clings to the outside
of his cell. An orange glow surrounds him but it is dim and flickers.
It is the villain, Flamefist. He can burn things with a touch. No one has seen
him in months. Fuck, he must have been here the whole time.
A woman with long black hair stands in the other tube. She appears to be
naked though it is hard to tell through all that hair. The hair moves on its
own, sometimes covering her body and other times pushing in vain against
the glass tube,
This is Killer-Do, and she disappeared earlier this year. Most people assumed
she retired.
Flamefist and Killer-Do see you. They start yelling but you can’t hear
anything.
“Let them go,” you command.
Professor Akintola looks at you. “They are both dangerous. You might want
to weaken them first. For Subject Two, we use-“
You grab Professor Akintola by the back of his head and the words die in his
mouth.
“I said, let them go.”
You let go of Professor Akintola and he rushes to a panel. He presses a few
buttons. A seam appears in both giant tubes and then parts to form a
doorway.
Flamefist is out first. He steps out of his tube and his hands burst into flames.
He rushes towards Professor Akintola but you fly over and stand in his way.
“Move!” Flamefist yells. “Do you know what this asshole and his bitch wife
did to me?”
Killer-Do stands behind Flamefist. She stares at Professor Akintola with a
hatred that eclipses the rage in Flamefist’s eyes. This is the one you need to
keep an eye on.
“My wife was the one who wanted supervillains for our tests!” Professor
Akintola says. “I wanted to use interns!”
“Eat my flaming dick!” Flamefist says.
“Hold on,” you say. “I rescued you two, so you two owe me, right?”
Flamefist growls. “Maybe I do, and maybe I don’t.”
Killer-Do doesn’t say anything. She is still hate-staring Professor Akintola.
“What do you want, exactly?” Flamefist asks.
You grab Professor Akintola by his head and hold him in front of you. He
winces as you grip his tender skull
“These two planned to make me one of their subjects. Doctor Kubo is
upstairs and unconscious. I want you two to make sure they will never bother
me again. Do that, and we will call it even.”
Flamefist grins. The fire from his hands spreads along the rest of his body,
including his dick. “The Doctor is upstairs? Why didn’t you say so? I’ll make
sure she never bothers anyone again. Killer-Do, you can have this one.”
As Flamefist runs up the stairs, Killer-Do steps forward. Her hair comes
together to form too many tails. One snaps like a whip while the other looks
curiously hard and sharp like a blade. She grabs the Professor and he looks to
you.
“Please, you can’t leave me here!” Professor Akintola says.
A single strand of Killer-Do’s hair caresses the Professor’s cheek. He
trembles in fear.
“Listen to me,” you say. “I do terrible things all the time. So does these two,
but we call ourselves villains. Everyone knows what we are capable of, but
you are and your wife? You pretend to be good people. You pretend to be
outstanding citizens while doing sick shit in your secret lab. We might be
villains, but you are evil.”
Killer-Do looks at you and nods. The part of her hair shaped like a whip
motions you away.
You turn and leave the two. Flying up the stairs, you hear screams behind
you. The Professor is certainly in very bad hands.
There are more screams on the ground floor. Doctor Kubo must be awake
and Flamefist must have found her. The smell of burning latex is everywhere.
You consider supervising Flamefist to make sure he doesn’t do anything
stupid, but you decide against it. Even if Doctor Kubo survives, you doubt
she will ever bother you again. She looks like someone who learns from their
mistakes.
You rip the collar from your neck and drop it. The pink substance covering
your body cracks and falls apart in flakes. You fly up through the ceiling and
out into the night sky. The winds tears the rest of the pink material from your
body. You are naked except for your boots and it feel nice.
The docks stretch out below you. Workers do their meaningless jobs down
below you like the ants that they are.
Was that a scream you just heard? Unlikely at this height, but you like to
think so. It sounded like Professor Akintola
You smile and fly towards home.
The end.
I will make her addicted to me and then abandon her.
“Where is your bedroom?” you ask Caitlin.
The reporter weakly points the way. You scoop Caitlin into your arms and
she moans. With your super-strength, it is as easy as carrying a kitten. The
reporter is limp in your arms and still docile from her orgasm.
You fly and carry Caitlin in her bedroom. A large unmade bed dominates the
room with white sheets. There are two dressers against one wall while the
other wall has a mirror and three framed photos. The photos are magazine
covers with Caitlin on them.
“This will do,” you say and you toss Caitlin onto her bed. She screams as she
flies through the air. As soon as she hits the bed, you fly over her bed. She
lays completely still as you hover above her.
“Ask me to sit on your face,” you command.
Caitlin’s face lights up. “Yes, please sit on my face!” she begs.
You turn in the air so that you are above Caitlin’s mouth and facing her legs.
Bending your knees, you slowly hover downwards. When you are a foot
away from her lips, you stop and float there. Caitlin reaches up for your sex
but you slap her hands away.
“Patience, slut,” you tell her.
You reach down and undo the clasps on your thong. The thin spandex pops
free to reveal your shaven sex lips. You rub your pussy as Caitlin stares up at
you. A single drop of juice falls from your pussy and lands on her lips.
Caitlin sucks the juice from her lip. A shiver runs through her body. She
spreads her legs wide in response.
You laugh and float down to Caitlin’s eager mouth. Your thighs encase her
head and the red hair feels like silk on your skin. You keep sinking down
until you feel the press of Caitlin’s lips to your pussy.
Caitlin’s tongue pushes up inside you and her mouth moans against you. The
vibrations feel delightful. Her hands come up and grip your thighs. She tries
to pull you down as her mouth devours your pussy.
You groan as Caitlin worships you. Her tongue is fast and eager. Your hips
shift and roll as you grind your face against her mouth. Caitlin’s tongue never
falters as you ride her face.
The rest of Caitlin’s body stretches out before you. Your hands cup her pale
breasts and you enjoy the hardness of her nipples. You knead her pliant flesh
and feel her moan in response. The more you play with Caitlin’s tits, the
faster she licks.
Caitlin braces her feet and her hips buck upwards. That’s right, you meant to
get the reporter off while she ate you. You had almost forgotten because of
how distracting her tongue is. It is time to get to work on that.
You lean forward and use your power of flight to keep from crushing
Caitlin’s smaller body with yours. There is no need to push her thighs apart
because they automatically spread for you. Caitlin’s pussy is hidden by a
thick mass of brown hairs but you dive right in. You burrow with your mouth
to lick her intimate delta.
“Mmmm!” Caitlin cries into your pussy. Her body trembles underneath you
but she keeps licking.
You keep licking as well. Caitlin’s pussy is sweet and you have built up a
thirst. It was your plan to work slow but you can’t help yourself. You lap the
sweet juices flowing from her pussy with increasing urgency.
The wet sound of pussy licking fills the bedroom. The bed creaks but the
small sound is drowned out by moans. The air vents hum as the cooling
system tries to keep up with the heat being generated on the bed.
Caitlin writhes beneath you. Her hips are in constant motion. She buries her
face in your sex and you wonder how she can breathe.
You wrap an arm around Caitlin’s thigh to keep her in place. With your other
hand, you push a finger inside her slick sex. You fingerfuck Caitlin while
your mouth continues to drink her never-ending juices.
Caitlin bucks under you. She breaks a fingernail on your invulnerable skin.
Her body shudders and for one brief moment, she finally stops licking. The
reporter must have come.
But you haven’t, so you keep grinding against Caitlin’s face. Your thighs
close tighter around her head. You stop licking and just breathe in Caitlin’s
sweet musk. Your finger stays inside of her so you can feel her tight
clenching.
It doesn’t take long. Caitlin devotes herself utterly to your pussy. Her tongue
moves in all the right ways. Sometimes you feel her gasp for air but that
never slows her down.
You come on Caitlin’s mouth. Pleasure explodes through your body like a
bursting star. You cry out and force your thighs apart so that you don’t
accidentally crush Caitlin in the throes of your climax.
When you can take no more, you float away from Caitlin’s body. The
redhead reaches out for you but you slap her hand away again. You stretch in
the air above her before turning yourself upright.
“Did I please you?” Caitlin asks. Her face is shiny from your juices. There is
a glaze to her eyes that resembles drunkenness, but you know the only thing
she is intoxicated with is you.
“It was adequate,” you say.
A look of dread crosses Caitlin’s face. She sits up and almost reaches for you
again. “I can do better. Let me try again.”
“No, you had your chance,” you say. “You won’t be seeing me again.” You
fly towards the bedroom door.
“What? No!” Caitlin yells. She jumps out of bed and runs in front of you.
“Please! Sit on my face again! I will do anything you want!”
You pretend to consider it. Truth be told, she was fantastic but you can’t let
her know that. This will hurt more.
“No,” you say and you give her a light push.
Caitlin flies back several feet. She hits the ground hard but she gets back up.
As you float by, she grabs your boot.
“Please!” Caitlin cries.
You keep flying. As you near the balcony door, you give your leg a little
shake. Caitlin can’t hold on and is tossed across the living room. Luckily, a
couch broke her fall. Free of the reporter, you fly out the balcony and into the
night sky.
“Noooo!” Caitlin wails behind you.
You laugh. The poor reporter will won’t be able to stop thinking about you.
She will spend every waking moment regretting you leaving her.
Masturbation won’t help as she won’t be able to come without your touch.
How long will it last? It is hard to say as everyone is different but judging by
the look in her eyes, it will be a month or two before she goes back to normal.
And when Caitlin does regain her senses, she will think twice about doing
another report on the Temptress.
The end.
No, I am willing to test my luck.
This might be a mistake but the danger only arouses you more. You reach
down and grab True Blue by his blond hair. The hair is soft to the touch.
What does he use as conditioner?”
True Blue groans as you pull on his hair. He rises to one knee and then to his
feet. You keep pulling as he slowly stands up. His blue eyes look up at you
with a dazed look. Fragments of the floor falls from his amazing cheekbones.
Still holding onto True Blue’s hair, you float down for a kiss. Your lips touch
his before he can react. He grunts and then your tongue pushes past his lips.
Your tongue brushes against his and he recoils. A hand goes to your breast,
pulls back and touches your stomach instead. He pushes but it is much
weaker than you know he can do.
You keep kissing True Blue. Your tongue invades his mouth. You grab his
hand and place it on your breast.
True Blue moans. His tongue meets yours. The hand on your breast squeezes.
The spandex offers no protection as his fingers clamp on your tit.
You laugh into the hero’s mouth. Your power has overcome his will. No one
can resist the Temptress.
True Blue breaks the kiss. His lips kiss your chin and then move to your
neck. He kisses the front of your throat and gazes down at your chest.
“May I kiss your breasts?” he asks.
You snort. The hero is under your power but he is still a gentleman. You are
not sure if you should be flattered or concerned that your power might not
completely overwhelm his inhibitions.
“Kiss them,” you say. “Suck on my nipples.”
True Blue grabs you by the waist and lifts you up. His face goes to your
cleavage and he kisses your breasts. He sucks on your soft flesh but
curiously, he stays within the confines of your cleavage.
Maybe he is just naturally this prudish. You pull on the zipper for your top.
The purple spandex parts and your plump breasts fall free.
True Blue moans into your tits. He kisses one breast and then the other. A
nibble on one tit is followed by a nibble on the other. He is like a dog who
can’t chose between two treats.
You help him decide. You guide the hero’s mouth to your right nipple. He
gets too excited and bites down on it. Sharp pain shoots through your breast
followed by a surge of wet heat in your pussy.
True Blue moans. His hands grab your ass. Powerful fingers clamp on your
buttocks. He looks up at you with his blue eyes behind his domino mask.
Lovely cheekbones flex and move as he sucks on your breast.
Fuck, you want more. You pull your nipple from True Blue’s mouth. He
frowns but then gasps as you reach down and grab the bulge in his pants.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” True Blue moans.
“Show me your cock,” you say.
True Blue’s cheeks turn a bright red. Is he blushing?
You squeeze the bulge in his pants. Thickness throbs against your hand.
“Do it now,” you say.
True Blue nods and paws at his waist. There is a hidden fold where his zipper
and buttons are located. He fumbles with it at first but he gets it open. With
one quick jerk, he pulls his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
A massive cock pops free. The head is wide and thick. Veins pulse along the
long shaft. Large balls dangle from his crotch. There is no pubic hair at all.
“Nice,” you say and you mean it. You take his cock in hand and squeeze with
your super strength. The powerful member takes it.
“Thank you,” True Blue gasps.
“Where did your hair go?” you ask. You run your thumb over the head of his
cock.
“Gets itchy, and sweaty,” True Blue says. “And Caitlin likes it better this
way.”
“Caitlin?” you say. “Caitlin Cole? The reporter?” That is the woman who
published that smear video on you about your ex’s! You almost went to her
apartment tonight to punish her! She’s banging True Blue?
“Uh, no,” True Blue lies. His blush deepens.
“You are a terrible liar,” you say. You stoke his cock rapidly. The lack of
lube generates heat but the nearly-invulnerable hero moans like he doesn’t
mind.
“Please,” True Blue says. “Let me make love to you.”
You laugh. “I don’t make love. I fuck. Do you want to fuck?”
True Blue nods his head. He clenches his fists as you stroke him harder.
“Say it,” you demand. “Say you want to fuck me. I need to hear you say it.”
The blush on True Blue’s face deepens. He might never lose that pink glow.
“I want to . . . fuck you,” True Blue says. It is almost a whisper.
You smile. It is enough. The hero has pushed past his distaste for filthy
language and is willing to cheat on his girlfriend. The act of degradation has
you so wet right now.
Thinking of Caitlin makes you frown. You had wanted to fuck True Blue but
now you are not so sure. If he is banging that skank, he might have something
to do with that hit video on you. You don’t know if he deserves to be between
your thighs. Degrading him is fun though. You wonder if he would be
humiliated by a footjob with your boots?
Another thought occurs to you. True Blue might not deserve to fuck you, but
maybe Caitlin deserves it? Punishing her has been on your to-do list, and
fucking her boyfriend would certainly count. Throw in Nefertiti’s jewelry,
and you can finish two of your goals with just one crime!
“Please,” True Blue begs. His hips move and he thrusts into your hand. It is
so pathetic that your pussy clenches.
What do you do with the desperate hero?
I verbally humiliate True Blue while giving him a footjob.
I fuck True Blue like Caitlin never could.
I command the Professor to fuck his wife’s ass while I masturbate.
“Slave, I want you to fuck your wife’s ass,” you say.
“No!” Doctor Kubo yells. “Ovie, I will erase you from the time line if you do
that!”
Professor Akintola smiles at you. “Can I use the tentacles to put her in a
better position?”
“I will allow it,” you say.
Professor Akintola rushes over to the computer and starts typing. More
tentacles emerge from the arch. A tentacle wraps around Doctor Kubo’s waist
and lifts her up from the ground. The tentacles around her wrists pull her
forward so she bends at the waist. New tentacles wrap around the Doctor’s
ankles and pull them apart.
“God damn you, Temptress!” Doctor Kubo says. Bent over with her ass in
the air and her hands and legs restrained, she glares at you with a nuclear
fury.
You smile at the bound Doctor and reach down to your crotch. A sharp pull
and the snaps on your thong pop free. The spandex recedes to expose your
naked pussy.
Doctor Kubo’s eyes widen. “You, you, you are going to satisfy yourself?”
“The Temptress always gets her satisfaction,” you tell her.
Professor Akintola returns to his bound wife. His pants are missing. A long
and slender cock bounces between his legs. Shiny lubricant drips from his
member.
“This will go easier if you relax, Kaede,” Professor Akintola says.
“Fuck you, Ovie!” Doctor Kubo says. “Ow!”
Professor Akintola grabs Doctor Kubo’s spanked ass with both hands. He
pulls the buttocks apart, caring little for the welts he is gripping. With the
Doctor’s tiny asshole exposed, he brings his cock closer but the head slides
off the woman’s ass.
“Wait,” you command and you float behind the bound Doctor. You take his
hard cock in hand and the Professor goes weak in the knees. Not waiting for
him to recover, you point the cock at his wife’s asshole.
Professor Akintola leans forward. The head of the cock pushes into Doctor
Kubo’s tight ring of muscles. You keep pushing and the asshole slowly
expands.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck you, Ovie! Fuck you, Temptress! Fuck both of you!”
Doctor Kubo screams.
The tiny asshole stretches and the tip of Professor Akintola’s cock slips in.
The rest of his slender cock plunges in. You let go of his cock as he buries
half of his length inside of her.
Professor Akintola lets out a loud groan of satisfaction. He stares in disbelief
at his cock inside his wife’s ass. His hands release her buttocks and he grabs
her by the hips.
Doctor Kubo is remarkably silent. You float back around to face her. The
Doctor’s jaw hangs open as she gasps in shock.
“Fuck her ass, slave” you say.
Professor Akintola laughs and goes to work. Moving very slowly, he pulls
back and then slides back in. Short measured strokes is all he can do with his
wife’s virgin ass.
“Ooohhhh, shiiiiiit,” Doctor Kubo moans.
You lean back in the air and touch your pussy. Reclining back at a forty-five
degree angle, you watch the doctor’s face. Your fingers slide up and down
your pussy, keeping the same pace as the Professor’s slow anal explorations.
“So damn tight,” Professor Akintola says.
“It won’t be after tonight,” you say.
Professor Akintola laughs. Doctor Kubo growls.
“I will destroy you for this,” Doctor Kubo says. She looks at you with hatred
in her shimmering eyes.
“Will you now?” you say as you stroke your pussy.
“I will hunt you down across the city,” Doctor Kubo says. “Every robot we
own will join in the hunt. I will create new branches of science to cause you
pain and humiliation. When I destroy you, I will clone you so that I can
destroy you again.”
A shudder runs through your body. “Your hatred is hot,” you whisper.
Doctor Kubo frowns at your dismissal but then winces as her husband’s cock
reaches new depths in her ass. He grabs her long black hair and pulls her
head sharply back. The tentacles hold her in place as he tries to bend her
backwards.
You stretch your leg towards the bound Doctor. The tip of your boot presses
against one of her small breasts. The tiny tit is crushed against your boot.
Professor Akintola groans. He lets go of Doctor Kubo’s head and brings both
hands to her hips again. His own hips pick up speed and there is a squeaking
noise that you realize is coming from his cock inside her asshole.
Doctor Kubo’s face contorts in pain. She grits her teeth and tears flow down
her cheek. A rather hard thrust makes her jerk forward and the glasses fly off
her face and clatter on the floor.
You stroke harder. Stretching your other leg, you catch Doctor Kubo’s chin
with the tip of your boot. As one boot continues to crush her small breast, the
other boot lifts the Doctor’s face so you can see it better.
Doctor Kubo squints at you. She clenches her mouth and tries to suppress her
moans but you can hear them. One dimpled cheek twitches as her husband
fucks her ass.
“Fuck her ass, slave” you command. “Fuck your wife’s tight little ass for me.
Make her walk funny for a week.”
“Yes, Temptress,” Professor Akintola says. “I’m almost completely inside
her.”
Doctor Kubo shudders and more tears flow. Her eyes are closed as her
husband impales her ass. The angry woman has no more words.
That won’t do. Still stroking yourself, you hover a few inches downwards
and closer until you are under Doctor Kubo. You lift your leg up and grind
your heel into her breast.
The Doctor’s eyes pop open. She looks down at you and your long leg to
your stroked pussy. The rage fades from her eyes and becomes resigned
defeat.
A surge of desire shoots through your body. You stroke harder and deeper.
Your fingers plunge into your wet pussy as the broken doctor watches.
“I’m going to come,” Professor Akintola says.
Doctor Kubo whimpers at her imminent degradation.
“Do it, slave,” you command.
Professor Akintola shouts. It is a cry of pure pleasure.
Doctor Kubo’s tear-covered face cringes as her most intimate area is flooded
with hot seed.
You climax. Pleasure fills your body as you grind your heel into the Doctor’s
breast. You cry out and keep stroking until every last bit of bliss is wrung
from your pussy.
When you have had your fill, you fly back from under the Doctor and return
to a standing position in the air. You pull your thong down over your
sensitive sex and secure the snaps. The hugging of the spandex against your
pussy brings a smile to your face.
Professor Akintola pulls out of his wife’s ass. Seed spills from her open
asshole.
Doctor Kubo squints up at you. Even bound by tentacles and her ass
pulverized, she has an intimidating stare. This is an enemy that you will have
for life.
You need to do something about Doctor Kubo. The same goes for her
husband. There is a chance that today’s fun might ruin their marriage, but
there is also the chance that they will be motivated to take revenge on you.
What you need is something that will keep them too occupied to plot against
you.
Professor Akintola walks over to you. His cock is limp and weak between his
legs. He stares at your cleavage and licks his lips. Fucking his wife’s ass
hasn’t satisfied his craving for your tits.
You reach down and grab the Professor’s limp cock regardless of where it
has just been. It hardens instantly.
“What is your guiltiest secret, slave?” you ask. “Something that would make
everyone hate you.”
“Well, that could be a lot of things,” Professor Akintola says.
“Don’t do it, Ovie!” Doctor Kubo says. “Resist her control!”
The Doctor looks terrified. You give the Professor’s cock a short tug. He
goes weak in the knees and smiles.
“Uh, I guess the thing everyone would hate us for is the water supply for
Pinnacle City.” Professor Akintola says.
Doctor Kubo screams in Japanese. It is a torrent of foreign words but the
panic and rage are clear to hear. It is also terribly loud. You let go of the
Professor’s cock and pick up a nearby clipboard. Throwing it with your super
strength, the clipboard bounces off the Doctor’s head. She slumps down,
unconscious in the tentacles’ grip.
Professor Akintola looks down at his cock and back at your hand. He waits
for you to hold him again. You point at him instead.
“Tell me about the water supply, slave,” you command.
“My wife and I contaminated the water supply last Easter,” Professor
Akintola says. “We were concerned with how many people with super
abilities live in Pinnacle City. It was just a matter of time before other
geniuses arrived. We wanted to maintain a monopoly on being the greatest
minds, so we added nanobots to the main water reservoir. The nanobots
hamper memory cells and limit intellectual growth.”
A chill runs down your spine. “You’ve made everyone dumber?”
“Well, it is on a sliding scale,” Professor Akintola says. “Normal intelligence
people are two percent dumber, but if you are smart, then your intelligence
has been diminished by anywhere from twenty to fifty percent. I can show
you the math. There is a bar graph that really breaks it down.”
“No, don’t show me,” you say. “Call the Mayor and tell him all about it. In
fact, call the police and the newspapers as well. Tell them every little detail.
Make sure they understand how smart you are.”
Professor Akintola frowns. A small worry crease appears on his forehead.
“Are you sure? They will get upset.”
“Do it for me, slave,” you say. You run your hand over his bald head. He
shudders and the frown vanishes.
“Yes, Temptress,” Professor Akintola says. “I will do it right now.”
The Professor turns to a cell phone and you let go of his head. As he dials the
mayor, you fly upwards through the hole in the ceiling. You keep going and
fly out of the warehouse and into the night sky.
*Epilogue*
You sit on Geoff’s face as you have your morning coffee. The billionaire is
on his back with his hands by his side. Your ass is nestled perfectly on his
nose with your legs stretched out. His hard cock is between your feet. He
knows that if you feel a single lick of his tongue, you will crush his dick
between your feet.
Brett Webber.
“For those just joining us, super-scientist Professor Ovie Akintola announced
last night that he and his wife, Doctor Kaede Kubo, poisoned the water
supply of Pinnacle City last Easter. The tainted water supply has been
reducing the intelligence of every person who has come in contact with the
water. State and Federal Authorities immediately took Doctor Kubo and
Professor Akintola into custody. Several other super scientists have examined
the water supply and confirmed the contamination. A cure is being worked on
and is expected shortly. Charges of premeditated mass poisoning are
expected to be filed against Akintola and Kubo later today.
According to an anonymous federal source who is not authorized to
comment, Professor Akintola confessed his super crime on the orders of the
infamous villain, the Temptress. This sources also says that the Doctor was
found nude from the waist down and had recently engaged in sexual activity.
Her wife, Doctor Kubo, was found unconscious and bound to some sort of
sex tentacle machine. It is unclear how the two of them ended up in this state,
and what role the Temptress might have played.
According to a survey posted on our website, sixty percent of you think the
Temptress should be recognized as a hero. After the break, a panel of experts
will discuss why a supervillain was able to uncover and stop such a sinister
plot, when the heroes of Pinnacle City couldn’t.”
You laugh and take another drink of your coffee. Geoff groans into your ass.
This is going to be a good day to stay home and watch television.
The end.
I have Caitlin disavow her story on me in a public place.
“Get up,” you tell Caitlin as you pull your fingers from her mouth.
“Yes, Temptress,” Caitlin says. She stands up on unsteady legs.
“Put your robe back on,” you command. “We’re going outside.”
Caitlin takes a step towards her robe but then pauses. She looks back at you
for a moment and then continues on her way. Going outside frightens her but
she is still under your control. She puts on her house robe and cinches it
around her waist.
“Where are we going?” Caitlin asks.
“You are going to tell everyone that your video on me was a lie,” you say.
Caitlin’s eyes widen in panic and then confusion. “It was?”
You place your hand on her cheek. It is the same hand you used to fuck her.
“You will tell everyone that you lied and that you published that hit piece on
me because you were jealous.”
Caitlin leans into your touch. “Yes. I will do it for you, Temptress.”
You scoop Caitlin into your arms. The reporter moans as you pick her up as
easily as you would a pillow. She trembles with fear and desire as you carry
her in the air. You fly through the shattered balcony door and into the night
sky.
Caitlin snuggles into your grip. She presses her mouth to your neck and
kisses your skin. Her hand goes between her legs and strokes herself as the
city passes below you.
The bright lights of Atlas Square come into view. Named for the Atlas
newspaper based in Pinnacle City, it is one of the largest and most visited
areas in the city. There is a park, several statues of historical figures and a
giant video screen that displays advertisements. It is where the hero, True
Blue, fought an epic battle against the villain, Doctor Skull. This is a place
known by sight all over the world.
It is the perfect place for Caitlin to make her confession.
You fly down towards the center. As you expected, there are a large number
of people visiting the park. You head towards where the crowd is thickest.
People see you and you can hear their shouts.
“Look, up in the sky!”
“Is that a hero?”
“No, it’s a hot chick!
“And she’s holding another woman!”
“Fucking A! That’s the Temptress!”
There is a statue of a former mayor standing on a pedestal. You swoop down,
feet first, and kick the statue in the back. The statue breaks at the legs and
flies into a nearby pond. As the crowd screams, you set Caitlin down on top
of the pedestal.
“Tell everyone,” you command Caitlin.
The reporter nods and you fly up to survey the crowd.
“Everyone, please listen!” Caitlin shouts. “My name is Caitlin Cole and I
published a video about that woman, the Temptress. In my video, I said she
was a perverted deviant with serious sexual issues. I want everyone to know
that I made it all up. I convinced my sources to lie and I created false stories
for them to tell. I am a fraud and the Temptress is a sweet woman who didn’t
deserve any of that!”
The crowd murmurs. Many of them have their phones out and are recording
Caitlin’s speech. Some of them look up at you fearfully.
“Show them how sorry you are,” you yell down to Caitlin. “Strip and
masturbate.”
“What?” Caitlin yelled. She clutches her robe tighter around her.
Several people in the crowd laugh. Others whistle. Someone shouts “Take it
off!” and other people join in.
“Do it,” you command.
Caitlin blushes. This is the test. You are sure that she is still under your
power but now that you are not touching her, she might resist. If she does,
you might even let her keep her dignity.
“Do it!” someone in the crowd yells.
“Yeah, do it for Temptress!” another person yells.
“I thought you were sorry for what you did!” another person yells.
Caitlin opens her robe and it drops to the pedestal. She is completely naked.
Men and women cheer. Some prudes rush away and hide their eyes, but most
of the crowd keeps recording with their phones.
“I do this for you!” Caitlin yells up at you.
You give Caitlin a smile and nothing more.
Caitlin strokes her pussy. Her body is shaking with fear but she doesn’t stop.
She strokes the outside of her pussy with quick, hard strokes.
“Give them a better view of your pussy,” you command. “Spread it open.”
“Yeah, girl!” someone yells from the audience.
Caitlin bites her lip and stops stroking. She pulls the lips of her sex apart with
both hands. A dozen flashes go off from people’s phones.
The crowd gets larger. More people gather to witness Caitlin’s humiliation.
Almost everyone has their phone out.
“Repeat your crimes for those just joining us,” you demand.
“I’m Caitlin Cole, and I made up a story smearing the Temptress!” Caitlin
yells. “I did it because I am jealous of her and I wanted to get famous. She is
not a pervert, I’m the pervert!”
“You sure are, lady!” someone in the crowd yells. The rest of them laugh.
“Go back to fucking yourself, slut,” you tell Caitlin.
Caitlin lets go of her pussy lips and strokes herself. Tremors runs through her
body. She stares up at you as she rubs faster. Her entire body begins to shake
and she screams her pleasure.
The crowd cheers Caitlin’s orgasm. Their phones record every movement.
“Don’t stop,” you yell at her. “Make sure everyone gets a good view.”
Caitlin nods and keeps stroking. She walks to the edge of the pedestal and
spreads her legs so they can get a good look. Like a good media star, Caitlin
moves around the pedestal so that no one’s view is obstructed.
“Now come again,” you command. Caitlin nods her head and rubs her sex.
While she does that, you fly higher into the air. She doesn’t stop, since she
probably thinks you are coming back.
Instead, you fly home.
*Epilogue*
Brett Webber.
“For those just joining us, last night, journalist and investigative reporter,
Caitlin Cole, was at Atlas Square, naked and performing an act of self-
gratification. Eyewitnesses say that Ms. Cole was brought there by the
notorious villain, the Temptress. Ms. Cole had published a video about the
Temptress’ past and received many awards for her reporting.
Witnesses say that Ms. Cole announced that her story was based on false
reporting and that she was a liar. To show her contrition, she performed a
lewd act where everyone could see.”
The news show cuts to a young man standing in Atlas Square. He has a
baseball cap on and the True Blue logo on his shirt.
“The lady didn’t want to do it at first but once she got started, she really went
to town! Temptress left but the naked lady just kept going!”
“Police officers retrieved Ms. Cole and arrested her, but several eyewitnesses
posted videos and pictures of Ms. Cole’s indecent act to social media
platforms. The offensive pictures were quickly taken down except for the
ones posted to Flutter. A spokesman for Flutter said that they have no idea
why their algorithms did not flag and remove the offensive photos.”
You tap Geoff’s ass with your hand. “Good work, shithead. I might let you
fuck my tits later”
“Shut up, shithead,” you say. “I’ve changed my mind. No titfuck for you.”
Ms. Cole is currently at a local medical facility for observation. A spokesman
for the DA’s office said that charges are pending. The Temptress is still at
large.
Caitlin Cole’s public indecency was a desperate act for attention. After the
break, a panel of experts will discuss Ms. Cole’s claims that her award-
winning reporting was in fact fraudulent.”
The end.
Masturbate over the hero’s fallen body.
You set the bag down on the table. The jewelry clinks loudly together in the
way that all valuables do. The bag shifts to the right but stays on the table.
The heat between your thighs intensifies. Now that you have made your
choice, your body eagerly anticipates the pleasure to come. The thin spandex
against your sex feels tighter by the second.
You look up at the nearest camera. “Close your eyes and keep them shut. I
will know if you disobey.”
Back in the control room, the security guard is clenching his eyes. Of this,
you have no doubt.
You fly over to True Blue’s fallen body. The hero’s ass looks good enough to
bite. You reach down between your legs and press your hand against the thin
fabric there. The heat from your sex is incredible.
A shiver runs through you. A soft moan escapes your lips. It echoes in the
empty museum.
Your breasts ache to be touched. You unzip the top of your costume. The
shifting of spandex across your nipples causes you to moan. You grab a
breast and shudder at your own touch. A hard squeeze of your tit makes your
pussy clench.
Defeating heroes always turns you on.
You float down to True Blue’s body. The tip of your heel presses against
True Blue’s ass. You sink further down and watch his buttock dimple from
your push.
A shudder runs through your body. You squeeze both breasts in your hands.
Fingers sink into your soft flesh with a cruelty that you would never allow
from another. You grind your hard nipples between your fingers.
True Blue stays where he is. Your heel presses harder against his ass cheek.
Doubt flashes through your mind. Will grinding your heel into True Blue’s
ass wake him up?
You are too aroused to decide if that would be a bad thing. It is tempting to
sink your heel into his asshole. That would certainly awaken the hero but it
would be so worth it.
Fuck, you really are turned on. You let go of your right breast and reach
down to your crotch. A sharp tug causes the snaps to pop and the spandex
pulls free of your pussy. You plunge a finger into your sex and bury it to the
knuckle.
Bliss radiates through your body. You shudder and clench around your
fingers. A cry of pleasure flies from your lips and bounces around the
deserted museum.
A single drop of desire falls from your pussy lips. It splatters on True Blue’s
ass. A tiny wet spot stains the blue tights across his buttock.
That gives you an idea. You float down to the ground beside True Blue’s
body. Slipping your hand under his neck and shoulder, you roll the hero onto
his back.
True Blue groans. You raise your fist, prepared to bring it down on those
lovely cheekbones if his eyes open.
The eyes stayed closed.
You stand over True Blue’s head. Hovering a few inches into the air, the tips
of your boots are to either side of True Blue’s face. You go back to stroking
your pussy. In and out, you fuck yourself with two of your fingers. Your
other hand returns to your breast to grope yourself.
True Blue lies beneath you with his eyes closed and his mouth open. Those
perfect cheekbones beckon to you. It would be so easy to kneel down and
straddle the unconscious hero’s face.
No, you push the idea away. Riding True Blue’s face might wake him up.
Besides, he hasn’t earned the honor of tasting your pussy.
You stroke harder. Pleasure ripples through your body, causing you to
shudder and clench. You let go of your breast and reach down to your sex. As
one hand fucks you, the other hand rubs your clitoris.
Desire drips from your pussy. Another drop falls and lands on True Blue’s
cheek.
You pause in your stroking. Your pussy clenches urgently but you ignore it.
All of your attention is on True Blue’s face.
The hero doesn’t move.
Your fingers go back to work. You thrust deeper inside yourself. Your other
hand grinds harder against your clit. You bob in the air as you ride your
pleasure.
It doesn’t take long. You climax and cry out your ecstasy. Bliss fills your
body and your toes curl inside your boots. Juices fall from your pussy and
rain down on True Blue’s face.
The hero groans. He turns his head to the side. The eyelids flutter.
Fuck, you better go. You zip quickly over to the table holding your bag. Not
bothering to stop, you snatch the bag and fly up towards one of the large
gallery windows.
“What . . .why is my face wet?” True Blue says behind you.
You fly through the gallery window. Glass rains down on the surprised
security guards outside. In the distance, you can hear the police sirens.
The security guards stare up at you. Several of them whistle. In your haste to
leave, you forget to zip your tits up and re-attach your thong. The guards are
appreciating your nearly naked state.
You flick an obscene gesture at the guards and fly off with your cape full of
loot.
*Epilogue*
legs. Your right hand is soaking in a bowl of ice. Last night’s fight did a
number on you.
Brett Webber.
the villain’s target. Several artifacts were destroyed outright including a rare
sarcophagus. Sources tell us that the Temptress absconded with the entire
collection of Nefertiti’s jewelry.
Pinnacle City’s own hero, True Blue, was at the scene of the crime.”
The show cuts to the footage from last night. True Blue is standing in the
museum with crimson blushes on both cheeks. The hero’s broad shoulders
are uncharacteristically slouched.
“Last night the Temptress broke into the Melos Museum,” True Blue says,
“and somehow she convinced the head of security to evacuate the building. I
was hiding on the premises in case of a theft, but the clever villain ambushed
me first. It is my sad duty to report that she had bested me. When I woke up,
the villain was leaving with her stolen loot.”
A reporter from off-camera yells a question. “Witnesses say the Temptress
was naked when she left here. Do you know why that is?”
True Blue touches his face and then shakes his head. “No comment.”
that True Blue’s isn’t telling the whole story about the Temptress and her
lack of clothing. After the break, a panel of experts will discuss what secrets
the hero might be holding back on.”
television.
The end.
.
I touch the Doctor and put both of them to work pleasing me.
“Stop spanking her,” you command. Professor Akintola stops and shakes his
sore hand.
Doctor Kubo sobs with relief. You float closer and reach for the zipper on
your spandex top. The Doctor watches as you pull the zipper down. Your
plentiful breasts fall free and a look of panic crosses Doctor Kubo’s face.
“No, no, no,” Doctor Kubo moans. “Don’t touch me!”
You grab the doctor’s head and hold it in place as you hover closer. She lets
out a defiant scream as you press your breasts to her face. The scream is
muffled by your tits, but it doesn’t last long. Doctor Kubo goes limp in her
restraints and you feel her lick your breast a few seconds later.
“Release your wife,” you say.
“Yes, Temptress,” Professor Akintola says. He goes to the computer and
types.
The tentacles lower Doctor Kubo so that her feet touch the ground. Her arms
are released and she brings her hands down to your breasts. You let go of her
head and the Doctor stays between your tits and licks with a hungry passion.
Professor Akintola looks at you like a sad dog. “Can I kiss your breasts too?”
“No,” you say cruelly. “You may kiss my ass instead.”
Professor Akintola’s disappointment melts away. He almost runs to take his
place behind you. Dropping to his knees, he grabs your buttocks and
squeezes. He kisses your ass and makes loud groaning sounds.
“No hands,” you snap. Professor Akintola moves his hands but he keeps
planting kisses on your muscular bottom.
Eager to please, Doctor Kubo moves her hands as well. She puts them behind
her back, wincing as she brushes her tender ass.
“Please me, and I just may touch you in return,” you say to Doctor Kubo.
She nods with her face buried in your breasts. Her glasses get in the way so
you take them off of her. You toss them aside and Doctor Kubo nuzzles
deeper into your tits.
Professor Akintola nibbles your ass. His hot breath feels nice on your skin.
He alternates between small bites and loving licks. Inch by inch, he works his
way up the curve of your ass.
Doctor Kubo slides her face across your breasts until she reaches a nipple.
Her mouth opens and her tongue slowly licks your hard nub of flesh. Despite
the desperate groan from her throat, her tongue is slow and precise as it licks.
You reach for the back of the Doctor’s head. Her long black hair feels like
silk between your fingers. You wind her hair in your hand and give it a slight
pull.
Doctor Kubo moans onto your breast. She opens her lips wide and takes a
surprising amount of your breast into her mouth. Sharp teeth prick your
invulnerable skin as she bites down.
The hungry bite sends a jolt of desire straight down to your sex. You reach
down between your legs and pull on your spandex thong. The snaps pop free
and your pussy is exposed.
“Well done, slave,” you whisper. You grab Doctor Kubo and push her down
to the floor. As you do this, Professor Akintola stays on your ass, planting
kisses as you move.
Doctor Kubo drops to her knees and tries to stop but you keep pushing. Her
spanked ass touches the hard floor and she cries out with your tit in her
mouth. You keep pushing until she is prone on the floor, still biting your
breast.
On top of the Doctor, you give a command to the Professor. “Fuck me.”
Professor Akintola stands up. Shoes are kicked across the floor. There is a
sound of a zipper followed by the sound of falling slacks. He kneels down
behind you and then you feel the head of his cock press against your pussy.
Good, he knows better than to use his hands.
The cock slips inside you. It is long and slender. The member pushes deep
inside of you until you feel his balls resting on your pussy. It pulses inside
you as Professor Akintola freezes with joy. He recovers eventually and
begins to fuck you with slow and steady thrusts.
You look down at Doctor Kubo biting your nipple and your mouth waters.
Why should she have all the fun? You pull her head away from your breast
and her teeth graze your invulnerable breast. Grabbing a hold of her throat,
you slide her body along the floor until her small breasts are directly below
your mouth.
“FUCK!” Doctor Kubo cries out. The friction of the floor enflames the welts
on her ass. The adoration fades from her eyes as the pain overwhelms your
control.
That is easily fixed. You dip your head down and bite one of Doctor Kubo’s
tiny breasts. Your teeth clamp around her and grind down.
Doctor Kubo screams again. Her back arches and she almost grabs your head.
Almost. The pain in her ass and breast are countered by your lips and tongue
on her flesh. She shudders on the edge of submission and rebellion.
Professor Akintola keeps fucking you. Sometimes you feel the light touch of
his fingers before he remembers. His long cock plunges deep into your pussy
before nearly pulling all the way out.
You groan into Doctor Kubo’s breast. The Professor’s technique is flawless.
You can tell that he is pacing himself. Most people don’t last long inside your
pussy.
Doctor Kubo squirms beneath you. Releasing her breast from your mouth,
you bend down and go for her other breast. Instead of biting, you give her
dark nipple a small lick.
“Oh!” Doctor Kubo cries. Her back arches and then she winces as her
spanked ass takes all the weight.
You give her nipple another lick. Doctor Kubo cries out louder and shudders.
This time you lick the side of the Doctor’s breast. She gasps and her eyes
clench shut.
Professor Akintola grunts. He fucks you faster. His cock is a ramming piston.
He won’t last much longer.
Neither will the Doctor. You put one hand between her thighs and cup her
smooth pussy. She is damn to the touch. Refusing to stroke her, you merely
press down on her sex.
Doctor Kubo whimpers. She grinds into your hand. Pain flashes across her
face as her poor ass moves. It doesn’t stop her. She grinds harder and harder
against your hand.
Professor Akintola cries out. He forgets himself and grabs your hips. A gush
of hot seed fills your pussy.
You come. Bliss cascades through your body. You bite your lip and push
harder on Doctor Kubo’s pussy.
Doctor Kubo climaxes. She shouts her pleasure as wet heat soaks your hand.
The three of you enjoy a moment of afterglow, sweating and gasping on the
laboratory floor.
When you have recovered, you reach for one of the Professor’s hands and
casually crush it in your grip. Professor Akintola cries out and you let go. He
pulls out of you and whimpers on the ground.
You crawl forward and straddle Doctor Kubo’s face. Her brown eyes widen
as you settle on her mouth and sit up. Your thighs close around her head.
“Clean your husband’s seed from my pussy,” you command.
Doctor Kubo’s tongue opens your sex and begins to lick.
Professor Akintola crawls beside you, clutching the hand you might have
broken. Despite the pain, he still looks hungrily at your exposed breasts.
“Please, Temptress,” Professor Akintola says. “Tell me how I can please
you.”
Doctor Kubo says something as well, but you can’t tell what it is with your
pussy on her mouth. She is probably begging to serve you too.
You grind on Doctor Kubo’s eager mouth and think. Your control over them
is total, if temporary. As tempting as it is to enjoy their skilled attentions
again, you do remember what you came here for. These two made something
to defeat you and they nearly succeeded. It is time to make sure they can
never bother you again.
But how?
“Please, Temptress, I would anything for you,” Professor Akintola says.
Doctor Kubo says something more forceful into your pussy. Is she competing
with her husband? Now, that is a thought.
“I want to see which of you is really the most loyal,” you say. “I want you
two to grab your best equipment and attack the police headquarters near Atlas
Square. Don’t kill anyone, but every police officer that you strip and
humiliate will get you a point. Whomever wins the most points will spend a
night in my bed. Understand?”
“Yes, Temptress!” Professor Akintola says.
Doctor Kubo murmurs something positive between your thighs.
You fly up into the air and look down on the submissive couple. Doctor
Kubo’s face is shiny with your juices. Professor Akintola’s cock is already
hard again.
“When do we start?” Doctor Kubo asks.
“Right now,” you say and you fly up into the air. “I will go to Atlas Square
and watch. You won’t see me, but rest assure I will witness everything you
do. Don’t stop until I declare the contest over.”
“Yes, Temptress!” they both say. Professor Akintola and Doctor Kubo jump
to their feet and rush around the laboratory. They are wasting no time.
You fly up through the hole in the roof and out into the city. The night air
caresses your nearly naked body. You leave your zipper down and your thong
open as you fly towards home.
It is tempting to go to Atlas Square and watch, but fuck that. The Square is
about to become a war zone and you plan to be far away from it.
*Epilogue*
between your feet.
On the television screen is live video from the police headquarters near Atlas
Square. Police cars are encased in ice. Shreds of clothes fill the street. There
are giant cracks in the ground. A broken giant robot is holding a naked man
upside down and a crew is trying to free him. The video switches to local
morning anchor of Channel Six news, Brett Webber.
“That was live footage from Police Headquarters, still in ruins due to a late-
night attack from famous scientist couple, Professor Akintola and Doctor
Kubo. The married couple attacked the station with robots and other
inventions. No officers were killed but many were stripped of their clothes
and incapacitated. The attack lasted for nearly an hour before several local
heroes were able to intervene and subdue the couple.
The cause of the battle is still under investigation.”
The screen cuts back to Brett Webber.
“Professor Akintola and Doctor Kubo are currently under arrest and facing
multiple charges of assault a police officer, destruction of public property,
resisting arrest and possession of weapons of mass destruction.
According to a survey posted on our website, sixty-nine percent of you think
the battle was a preemptive strike by the scientist couple in response to some
crime they have committed. After the break, a panel of experts will discuss
what terrible crimes the scientists must have done in order to justify this
attack.”
The end.
I keep Caitlin and her eager mouth to myself.
You pull your fingers from Caitlin’s mouth. “Down on your knees,” you
command.
“Yes, Temptress,” Caitlin moans. She slides off the back of the chair and
onto the floor. The exhausted redhead rises to her knees and then spreads
them like she was in a porno. She puts her hands behind her back and looks
up at you. Her mouth opens and she sticks out her tongue.
“Presumptuous slut,” you say. “You haven’t earned the right to lick me. Why
should I grant you the pleasure of tasting my pussy?”
Caitlin closes her mouth and frowns. “Please, Temptress, let me lick you! I
will do a good job, I promise!”
“Hmm,” you say. You float into the air until the bottom of your boots are
level with Caitlin’s chest. “You did publish that terrible video about me.”
“I am so sorry, Temptress!” Caitlin says. “That was wrong of me and I wish
thst I never did it! I am so sorry! You have to believe me!”
You place the tip of your boot on Caitlin’s breast. Your boot presses down
and crushes her breast. Caitlin winces but she stays in place.
“Are you a lying piece of shit?” you ask.
“Yes, Temptress!” Caitlin says on her knees.
You push forward with your boot. Caitlin leans back until the back of the
chair stops her. She whimpers as you grind the tip of your boot into her tit.
“I am a lying piece of shit!” Caitlin yells.
“Say that you made those interviews up,” you say.
“I made them up!” Caitlin says desperately. “I made it all up! You are not bad
at oral sex at all!”
You stare at Caitlin. Was that a dig? Could she be resisting your power? No,
she can’t fake that flush on her face or the way she keeps staring at your
crotch. She is doing everything she can to please you.
Caitlin squirms under your scrutiny. She also squirms to relieve some of the
pressure that your boot is placing on her breast. Desperate, she leans forward
and kisses your boot in submission.
You reach down and unsnap the bottom of your thong. The spandex pops free
and reveals your smooth pussy lips. You run a finger through your wet lips.
“You want this, don’t you?” you ask.
“Yes, Mistress!” Caitlin says. “I mean, Temptress!”
You give Caitlin’s breast a light kick with your boot. “Say it!”
“I want your pussy, Temptress!” Caitlin says. “I want to taste you! I want to
lick you and make you come! I want you to ride my face and crush me!”
Damn, that does sound good. You pull your boot from Caitlin’s breast and
float down towards her. Caitlin tips her head up and opens her mouth. You
kick the chair across the room so that there is nothing behind Caitlin. Your
thighs open and you press your pussy to Caitlin’s lips. She moans as you
touch but then squeals as you push her onto her back. She falls on the floor
and hits her head hard. You drop down on and straddle her face.
Caitlin grabs your thighs. Is she trying to push you off? You can’t tell with
her puny strength. You rest your weight on her face and grab a handful of her
long red hair.
“Lick,” you command.
Caitlin does. She opens her mouth and her tongue licks with a frantic passion.
Her moans vibrate against your pussy lips. She stares up at you with bright
green eyes as she devours you.
You close your thighs around Caitlin’s head. When you lean forward, the
redhead’s nose presses against you sex. You grind your wet sex back and
forth across Caitlin’s face and she licks harder.
Caitlin claws at your thighs. Again, you can’t tell if it is passion or an attempt
to escape. Heck, maybe she just needs to breathe. Whatever the reason, she
breaks three nails on your invulnerable skin.
You shudder on top of Caitlin’s face. She is good at this. You reach back and
grab the back of her knees. Leaning forward, you loop Caitlin’s legs under
your arms. Caitlin’s body curls behind you as you put pressure on her
shoulders and the back of her neck.
Caitlin’s green eyes widen with fear. Her tongue moves faster. She reaches
deeper inside your sensitive sex. Her breath is hot and short against your
pussy lips.
“Eat me, slut,” you command. “Eat me like one of your porn slaves.”
Caitlin moans and licks harder.
“Eat me like the porn slave you want to be,” you say.
Caitlin shudders and licks faster.
“Eat me like the lying slanderous piece of shit that you know you are,” you
say.
Caitlin nods her head as she eats you, which is impressive considering how
hard you are pinning her to the ground.
You climax. Pleasure ripples through your body and makes your toes curl
inside your boots. You cry out and fight your instinct to close your thighs
around Caitlin’s head with your super-strength. Your arms do tighten around
Caitlin’s legs and the fragile reporter screams into your pussy.
“Enough,” you say. You let go of Caitlin’s legs and float up into the air.
Caitlin’s body collapses on the floor. She gasps for air. Her face is a shiny
mess. There is bruising around her lips.
You snap your thong shut over your sensitive sex. Another shudder runs
through you. Damn, she was good.
“No,” Caitlin whines, limp on the floor. “Don’t leave, Temptress. I have so
much to make up for.”
“That’s true,” you say. You had planned to fuck and fly off, but you didn’t
expect to enjoy Caitlin’s mouth so much. It seems a shame to use only use
her the once.
A wicked idea comes to mind.
“If you want to taste this again,” you say, pointing to your sex, “then you
have to earn it.”
Caitlin’s face lights up with excitement. She pulls herself back up to her
knees. Your juices on her face, she asks, “What can I do?”
“Do another video where you trash someone’s sex life, but do it on a hero
this time,” you say. “Talk to their ex’s, find out their dirty secrets and expose
them.”
“Yes, Temptress!” Caitlin says. “I already have some ideas on who to do it
on!”
She reaches for your boot but the float away from her. “After you post your
next hit piece, I will come back, but not a second before. Do you understand
me?”
Caitlin nods her head. “Yes, Temptress.”
“Then you know what you need to do,” you say and you fly through her
shattered balcony door. Not looking back, you fly out in the night sky.
The wind feels wonderful as it rushes through your hair. You smile and
wonder about Caitlin. Will she regain her senses? Probably. Will she know
that she had the best sex of her life? Undoubtedly.
Which means that Caitlin will have a choice. If the reporter ever wants to
have her dirtiest fantasies come to life again, then she needs to trash a hero’s
public reputation. It would be a terrible thing to do, but you have no doubt
that Caitlin might be a terrible person.
You laugh as you fly through the city. If Caitlin surprises you and doesn’t
expose a reporter, then at least you had the pleasure of riding her face like the
dirty slut that she is.
The end.
Strip the hero and leave him in a compromising position.
Orgasm are nice but humiliating someone is forever. True Blue will regret
ever fighting you.
You start by rolling the hero over. His face is really deep into the floor. You
reach in and then pull with your super-strength to get him out of the crater
you bashed him into. The hero is dead weight in your hands as you roll him
over onto his back. He isn’t waking up anytime soon.
Confident that True Blue will stay out, you pull on his shirt. The skintight
material drags across his sharply defined abdominals and then over his
bulging pectoral muscles. You carefully lift True Blue’s head as you pull the
shirt up and over him. The top gets stuck on the hero’s thick arms but you
keep at it and pull it free.
Damn, that is a nice chest. You place your hand on a smooth pectoral muscle.
He is as hard as concrete.
Your pussy clenches and you pull your hand back. You need to focus on your
task.
Moving to True Blue’s hips, you go to work on his pants. You feel around his
waist and find a hidden fold in the fabric. Inside the fold are buttons and a
zipper. You rip his pants open and quickly pull them down.
A pair of tight white briefs cover the hero’s crotch. You do a double take at
the immense bulge. Grabbing the bulge, you give it a test squeeze. Shit, he’s
soft but still huge. How big does it get?
You use your super-strength to tear open True Blue’s underwear. The giant
member falls free. The head of his cock is wide and thick. There is no hair
around his crotch. Even his balls are shaved smooth.
Unable to resist, you cradle True Blue’s balls in your hand. A gentle squeeze
causes his cock to twitch.
You freeze and look at True Blue. His eyes are still closed. The broad chest
rises and falls slowly. He is still unconscious.
The hero is naked except for his gloves, boots and mask. You ignore the
mask. Who he is in real life doesn’t concern you. The gloves and mask can
stay on because you like the contrast of blue on his pale naked flesh. Anyone
who sees him like this will recognize him as True Blue.
You stand up and look around. An antique throne catches your eye. A
mannequin of Nefertiti sits on it, looking regal. Perfect.
As careful as you can, you bend down and pick up True Blue. The hero is
limp in your arms. You really knocked the shit out of him. Maybe he needs
medical attention?
An evil laugh erupts from your lips. That is his problem, not yours.
You fly True Blue over to the throne. Using your foot, you kick the
mannequin from the throne. You set the unconscious hero down on the throne
and spread his legs. After putting his hands on the arms of the throne, you
float back and examine your work.
True Blue sits naked on the throne. His massive cock hangs between his legs,
pointed at the ground. The hero’s mouth is open and a small amount of drool
is forming. Ugly bruises are forming on his perfect cheekbones.
“Almost perfect,” you say.
Stripped and unconscious is embarrassing, but you want to humiliate the
hero. You want to give the public an image that the hero will never forget.
You fly back to the True Blue and grab his cock. Keeping your eyes on the
hero’s face, you give his member a slow stroke.
The hero’s cock pulses in your hand. The eyes stayed closed.
You reach down with your other hand and cradle his balls. The cock twitches
in your hands. You rub your thumb over the head of his cock in a slow circle.
It might be quicker to use your tongue but you want to keep an eye on his
face.
The large member pulses. Second by second, it grows harder in your hand.
You slide your hand down his long length and then back up.
It doesn’t take long. True Blue’s cock becomes a spear in your hands. You
reach for True Blue’s hand and guide it to his cock. His fingers naturally curl
around the thick member. You let go and his cock continues to twitch.
There, now he is perfect.
You recover your bag of loot and fly towards the main entrance. The museum
doors swing open to reveal a crowd of security guards, police and reporters.
“Freeze!” someone yells. A dozen guns are pointed at you.
“Shhh,” you say, your finger to your lips. “You will wake up True Blue, and
the poor guy is just exhausted.”
Your lack of fear intimidates the police. You fly into the air before they find
their courage. One of them shoots at you but misses. There is always one cop
who can’t resist firing his penis substitute.
You ignore the shot and fly away. Down below, the reporters, police and
security pour into the museum.
*Epilogue*
legs. Your right hand is soaking in a bowl of ice. Last night’s fight did a
number on you.
Brett Webber.
the villain’s target. Several artifacts were destroyed outright including a rare
sarcophagus. Sources tell us that the Temptress absconded with the entire
collection of Nefertiti’s jewelry.
Pinnacle City’s own hero, True Blue, was found unconscious and naked at
the scene of the crime.”
The camera changes to a picture of True Blue. It looks like it was taken with
someone’s cell phone. True Blue is on the throne with his hands between his
legs. A very large black bar hides his massive erection.
“True Blue immediately fled the area once awakened. The hero refused to
answer questions about what had happened and why he was found naked.
Police have issued a statement demanding the hero come in for an interview.
Uncensored photographs taken by unknown witnesses have been uploaded to
various websites. These images is currently the number one search on Joojle.
The number one trend on social media site, Flutter, is the hashtag, True Blue
Balls”
The screen changes back to Brett Webber. He has a slight smirk on his face.
that True Blue’s was seduced by the Temptress. After the break, a panel of
experts will discuss the future of the fallen hero.”
television.
The end.
I will stroke Professor Akintola off and into his wife’s face.
“Take off your pants and underwear,” you command.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Professor Akintola says. He sheds his lab
coat and pulls off his belt.
You ignore him and float over to Doctor Kubo. The bound woman pulls on
her restraints but the tentacles hold her in place. She glares at you with hatred
behind her glasses.
“I did it,” Professor Akintola says. He runs up to you, naked from the waist
down. His hard cock is long and slender. It could easily take two hands to
stroke it.
“Your wife’s face is too high,” you say. “Make her kneel.”
Doctor Kubo’s eyes widen with fear. She immediately understands your
intention. It is clear who the smart one is in the family.
“No! Ovie, don’t do it!” Doctor Kubo yells.
Professor Akintola ignores her and goes to a computer. He types and two
more tentacles emerge from the metal frame. The tentacles descend onto
Doctor Kubo’s shoulders and push down. The Doctor tries to fight it but she
sinks to her knees. The tentacles stay on her shoulders, keeping her down
while the other tentacles pull her arms to either side of her. She is going
nowhere.
“Is that good?” Professor Akintola says.
“Yes, and address me by my name, Temptress,” you snap.
“Sorry, Temptress!” Professor Akintola says. He walks back over to you,
holding his hard cock.
“Stand right here,” you command. You position the Professor in front of his
wife. His cock bounces with excitement.
“I’m warning you, Ovie,” Doctor Kubo says. “Don’t you dare dishonor me
this way.”
Professor Akintola says nothing but he looks worried.
You grab the Professor’s cock and the worry vanishes from his face. He cries
out and thrusts with his hips. The slender cock slips through your fingers and
comes within an inch of the Doctor’s face.
“I’m the one you should be afraid of,” you tell the Professor. You tighten
your grip on his cock.
Professor Akintola winces. “Yes, Temptress. Sorry, Temptress.”
You let go of the professor’s dick and bring your hand to his mouth. He
obediently licks your hand, leaving as much spit as possible. When the spit
begins to drip, you reach down and grab his member again. He moans as your
slick fingers curl around him.
“You wicked cow,” Doctor Kubo says.
“And you are a flat-chested runt,” you tell the Doctor.
You stroke Professor Akintola. The cock pulses in your hand. The spit makes
a squishy sound as you pump his shaft. A drop of pre-come forms on the tip.
“This won’t take long at all,” you say.
“Ovie, I am going to scramble your cortex when this is over!” Doctor Kubo
yells.
“Oh fuck!” Professor Akintola cries out. His cock erupts and a stream of seed
flies forth. It splatters against the Doctor’s glasses. She recoils but the
tentacles hold her in place.
You keep pumping. “Good slave,” you say.
A second load of seed lands high in Doctor Kubo’s silky black hair. The third
stream strikes her cheek as she turns her head. The fourth load goes into the
Doctor’s ear and when she turns her head back around, a stream of seed to
land on her lips.
You keep stroking but the rest of the Professor’s seed dribbles onto the floor.
His cock rapidly deflates in your hand.
Doctor Kubo spits out seed that leaked into her mouth. “You evil cow! I am
going to make it my life’s mission to ruin you!”
“Hmm, sounds like someone hasn’t learned their place yet,” you say. “Slave,
get hard again.”
“Uh, it may take me a while, Temptress,” Professor Akintola says.
“No, it won’t,” you say. You pull Professor Akintola’s head to your breasts
while you stroke his member.
The Professor bites down on your breast but your invulnerable skin mutes the
sharp bite to a slight pinch. The spent member revives in your hand. As the
Professor nibbles your tit, his cock pulses to life again.
Doctor Kubo stares through the lens not covered in come. “Chikusho,” she
whispers.
“It is fun to humiliate you like this,” you say as you pump Professor
Akintola’s cock. “But I will show you mercy of you swallow his next load.”
Doctor Kubo shakes her head. Semen drips from her face. “That’s digesting!”
“It is your choice,” you say. “I can make him come all day long. You know I
can. He loves my big breasts in his mouth. If you want this to stop, you know
the way.”
Professor Akintola groans into your tits.
“You better decide quickly,” you say. “I can feel him getting ready to come
again.
Doctor Kubo pouts. It is an amusing sight with her face glazed with come.
Professor Akintola shudders. He moans louder into your breasts. You stroke
faster.
Doctor Kubo’s mouth pops open. You aim the Professor’s cock at her lovely
lips. A stream of seed arcs through the air and lands in her mouth.
The Doctor recoils. Her mouth closes as the second load splatters her lips.
“Keep your mouth open!” you snap.
Doctor Kubo’s mouth opens again. Funny enough, Professor Akintola opens
his mouth too as he moans into your chest. You stroke another load of seed
into the Doctor’s mouth and then another. Her mouth fills with come as tears
roll down her cheeks.
Eventually, Professor Akintola runs out of seed.
“Swallow it,” you command.
Doctor Kubo closes her mouth. A look of disgust takes over her face. She
fights through it and her throat bulges as she swallows.
“Good,” you say and you let go of the Professor’s cock. The Professor is
reluctant to leave your tit but a hard shove sends him into a table. You float
higher into the air and debate what to do with these two.
Doctor Kubo glares at you. Even bound by tentacles and her face covered in
seed, she has an intimidating glare. This is an enemy that you will have for
life.
You need to do something about Doctor Kubo. The same goes for her
husband. There is a chance that today’s fun might ruin their marriage, but
there is also the chance that they will be motivated to take revenge on you.
What you need is something that will keep them too occupied to plot against
you.
Professor Akintola picks himself off the floor and walks over to you. His
cock is limp and weak between his legs. He stares at your breasts and licks
his lips. The genius is still under your thrall.
You reach down and grab the Professor’s limp cock. It hardens instantly.
“What is your guiltiest secret, slave?” you ask. “Something that would make
everyone hate you.”
“Hmm, there is so many of them,” Professor Akintola says.
“Be quiet, Ovie!” Doctor Kubo says. “Fight it, Ovie! For yourself if no one
else!”
The Doctor looks terrified. You give the Professor’s cock a short tug. He
goes weak in the knees and smiles.
“Uh, I guess the thing everyone would hate us for is the water supply for
Pinnacle City.” Professor Akintola says.
Doctor Kubo screams in Japanese. It is a torrent of foreign words but the
panic and rage is clear to hear. It is also terribly loud. You let go of the
Professor’s cock and throw a clipboard at her with your super strength. The
clipboard bounces off the Doctor’s head and she slumps forward. The
tentacles hold the unconscious doctor in her kneeling position.
Professor Akintola looks down at his cock and back at your hand. He waits
for you to hold him again. You zip up your top back over your breasts
instead.
“Tell me about the water supply,” you command.
“My wife and I contaminated the water supply last Easter,” Professor
Akintola says. “We were concerned with how many people with super
abilities live in Pinnacle City. It was just a matter of time before other
geniuses arrived. We wanted to maintain a monopoly on being the greatest
minds, so we added nanobots to the main water reservoir. The nanobots
hamper memory cells and limit intellectual growth.”
A chill runs down your spine. “You’ve made everyone dumber?”
“Well, it is on a sliding scale,” Professor Akintola says. “Normal intelligence
people are two percent dumber, but if you are smart, then your intelligence
has been diminished by anywhere from twenty to fifty percent. I can show
you the math. There is a bar graph that really breaks it down.”
“No, don’t show me,” you say. “Call the Mayor and tell him all about it. In
fact, call the police and the newspapers as well. Tell them every little detail.
Make sure they understand how smart you are.”
Professor Akintola frowns. A small worry crease appears on his forehead.
“Are you sure? They might get upset.”
“Do it for me, slave,” you say. You float over to the Professor and run your
hand over his bald head. He shudders and the frown vanishes.
“Yes, Temptress,” Professor Akintola says. “I will do it right now.”
The Professor turns to a cell phone and you let go of his head. As he dials the
mayor, you fly upwards through the hole in the ceiling. You keep going and
fly out of the warehouse and into the night sky.
*Epilogue*
between your feet.
Brett Webber.
“For those just joining us, super-scientist Professor Ovie Akintola announced
last night that he and his wife, Doctor Kaede Kubo, poisoned the water
supply of Pinnacle City last Easter. The tainted water supply has been
reducing the intelligence of every person who has come in contact with the
water. State and Federal Authorities immediately took Doctor Kubo and
Professor Akintola into custody. Several other super scientists have examined
the water supply and confirmed the contamination. A cure is being worked on
and is expected shortly. Charges of premeditated mass poisoning are
expected to be filed against Akintola and Kubo later today.
comment, Professor Akintola confessed his super crime on the orders of the
infamous villain, the Temptress. This sources also says that the Doctor was
found nude from the waist down and had recently engaged in sexual activity.
Her wife, Doctor Kubo, was found unconscious and bound to some sort of
sex tentacle machine. It is unclear how the two of them ended up in this state,
and what role the Temptress might have played.
The end.
I tie Caitlin up and leave her for True Blue to find.
You put the tip of your boot under Caitlin’s chin and tip her head back to
look at you.
“Do you have any bondage gear, slut?”
“Yes, Temptress,” Caitlin says. “In my bedroom.”
“Let’s go,” you say.
Caitlin starts to stand and you put your boot on her shoulder. She goes back
down to her knees.
“Crawl, don’t walk.”
Caitlin crawls towards her bedroom. You float slowly behind her and enjoy
the sight of her naked ass. Juices drip from her pussy as she crawls.
The bedroom smells like pussy, but that just might be Caitlin. A large
unmade bed dominates the room with white sheets. There are two dressers
against one wall while the other wall has a mirror and three framed photos.
The photos are magazine covers with Caitlin on them.
Caitlin crawls towards one of the dressers. She turns a knob and a secret
drawer opens. Inside the drawer is leather straps and chains. The naked
redhead takes them out and offers them to you.
“Do I look like I do menial labor, slut?” you ask.
“No, Temptress,” Caitlin says.
“Use that shit to tie yourself to the bed,” you say. “I want you spread out on
your back. You may stand to do this, but hurry.”
“Yes, Temptress!” Caitlin says. She jumps up and quickly goes to work. It
looks like she has done this before. She secures a different chain to each of
the four posts of her bed. Once they are secure, she hops into bed and secures
her feet to leather straps. She manages to get her left hand bound but can’t do
her right hand without help.
This you don’t mind doing. You float over to that side of the bed and grab
Caitlin’s wrist. The redhead sighs happily as you touch her skin again. You
wrap the leather strap around her hand and tighten it to an uncomfortable
level.
“Are you ready to come now, slut?” you ask Caitlin.
“God, yes! I mean, yes, Temptress.”
You smile and fly out of the bedroom. Caitlin whimpers but doesn’t ask
where you are going. She has faith that you will return. The poor slut.
The signal device is still in the wall where you threw it. You reach into the
wall and pull it out. It looks intact. You wonder how quickly True Blue will
respond when you activate it. After the orgasm you’ve had, you don’t really
feel like fighting.
Caitlin sobs with joy when you fly back in the bedroom. She blinks back
tears. Damn, the girl really wants to come.
You fly over Caitlin’s bed. Reaching down with your foot, you press the tip
of your boot against her hairy sex. You wiggle the tip of your boot between
her pussy lips.
“Oh, fuck!” Caitlin cries.
“See this?” you say as you hold the signal device out.
Caitlin’s eyes widen in fear. “What are you going to do with that? If you turn
it on, True Blue will come and ruin our fun!”
“That’s right,” you say. “And he will see what a dirty pervert you are.”
“What?” Caitlin says. “Shit, no! Come on, don’t call him. Aren’t we having
fun?”
“I had my fun,” you say. “If you want to have yours, I suggest you hump my
boot as fast as possible.”
“Oh please, I wanted your mouth!” Caitlin whines. “Or at least your fingers!
I’ll even take your knee if you want you grind it into me!”
“No,” you say. You press the button. The device flashes a small white light.
You toss the device onto Caitlin’s naked belly.
“Nooooo!” Caitlin wails. She stares at the device and then up at you. It only
takes her a second to make her choice. Her hips rise and fall as she humps the
tip of your boot.
You laugh at the horny slut. “You are so quick to give up your dignity,” you
say.
Caitlin whimpers but she doesn’t stop fucking your boot. The chains are taunt
as she pulls on her restraints. Her hips are a blur as she desperately tries to
please herself.
“I should be going,” you say. “True Blue can be annoyingly quick
sometimes.”
“No,” Caitlin gasps. It is barely a whisper.
“I will give you to the count of ten,” you say.
“Oh God,” Caitlin moans. She grinds harder against the tip of your boot.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Caitlin moans.
“Four.”
“Five.
“Six.”
“No, no, no, count slower!” Caitlin cries.
You smirk. She is lucky you don’t punish her for making demands.
“Seven.”
“Eight.”
“Nine.”
“Please, please, oh god please,” Caitlin begs. She humps your boot like the
slut that she is.
“Ten.” You say, pulling your foot away. “Maybe True Blue will get you off.”
“Wait!” Caitlin yells.
You fly out of the bedroom. There is a pounding from the apartment door.
You hurry and fly through the shattered balcony door and out into the night
sky.
Caitlin screams. There is a crashing sound as someone breaks down a door.
You linger above Caitlin’s balcony. There is another scream but this time, it
is a man’s voice.
It is time for you to leave. It is tempting to try to spy on True Blue and the
bound reporter, but you resist the urge. If you are there, he will want to attack
you. It is better if he takes the time to appreciate what you have done to the
reporter.
Besides, it will give you and True Blue something to talk about if the two of
you ever fight.
The end.
I verbally humiliate True Blue while giving him a footjob.
“So, you want to fuck me?” you ask True Blue. Your hand pumps his cock
with brutal aggression. “You want to slam this thick hero meat into my bad
villain pussy?”
“Great goodness, yes!” True Blue says. He starts to bend at the knees.
“No,” you say, still stroking his cock. “You don’t deserve it. You are too
weak a man for me. I could never let such a wimp inside me.”
True Blue moans. It is a sad little whimper. “Please?” he asks.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t let you come,” you respond. “Would you like to
come?”
You stop stroking the hero and just hold onto his shaft. Your fingers squeeze
as hard as you can. True Blue winces but he nods his head.
“Please let me ejaculate,” True Blue whispers.
You laugh. “Ejaculate? No, no, say the word, ‘come’.”
True Blue sighs. “Please let me come.”
You give True Blue’s cock a twist. His lips curl in pain. The hero reaches for
your hand but stops.
Well now, it looks like you can hurt the invulnerable hero after all.
“Say my name,” you say. “Say it again and use my name.”
True Blue nods his head in understanding. “Please let me come, Temptress.”
You release his cock. As True Blue gasps with relief, you float back into the
air. Your exposed breasts are level with his face.
“Louder,” you say.
“Please let me come, Temptress,” True Blue says. His perfect cheeks are a
deep shade of red.
You reach down and pop the snaps along your thong. The spandex retracts
and reveals the bare lips of your pussy. As True Blue stares, you run your
hand up and down your damp sex.
“Louder,” you demand.
“PLEASE LET ME COME, TEMPTRESS!” True Blue shouts. The volume
of his super lungs shakes the museum. Artifacts rattle in their exhibits.
“There you go,” you say. You bring your legs together and swing them
forward. The sides of your boots embrace True Blue’s cock. A slight bend in
your knees causes your boots to slide up the length of his thick shaft.
“Oh,” True Blue groans. “What are you doing?”
“Stupid as well as weak,” you comment. “I am touching you with the only
part of me that you deserve, my feet. Have a problem with that?”
True Blue shakes his head. You straighten your knees and your boots slide
down his member. He grits his teeth but his cock throbs.
“Please, Temptress, at least give me your hand,” True Blue says.
You snort. “Hands are for people who kiss better than you.”
Using your flight power, you bob in mid-air. Your boots move up and down
True Blue’s shaft in a parody of fucking. As you move, you grab both of your
breasts and squeeze them.
True Blue’s eyes are rivetted on your tits. “Please, Temptress,” he says again.
“Would you like my breasts wrapped around your cock?” you ask.
“Oh, yes!” True Blue snaps. He stands up straighter. Hope blooms on his
face.
“You forgot to call me Temptress,” you snap. “No breasts for you.”
The hope on True Blue’s face fades to despair.
You bob faster in the air. The sudden movement causes your tits to jiggle.
Your cape flutters behind you. You reach between your legs and idly stroke
your pussy.
True Blue groans. His cock pulses between your boots. The rough leather
slides up and down his member but he doesn’t feel any pain. All he feels is
the tight grip of your feet.
“Mmm,” you moan as you stroke yourself. “My fingers are so much better
than your pathetic cock.”
True Blue looks at your wet pussy with longing.
You stop moving in the air. True Blue’s cock throbs between your feet as
your legs stay perfectly still. The only part of you moving is your fingers on
your sex.
“Fuck my feet,” you command.
“What?” True Blue says.
“If you want to come, fuck my feet,” you say.
True Blue doesn’t ask again. He grabs your boots by the calves and thrusts
his hips. His red cock slides back and forth.
You laugh and stroke yourself faster.
“Horny little loser,” you say.
True Blue grunts and fucks your boots.
“Sad wimp of a hero,” you say.
True Blue stares at your pussy and fucks faster.
“You disgust me,” you say as you come.
Pleasure fills your body. You shake in mid-air. Toes curl inside your boots as
True Blue keeps thrusting.
“Sweet Jesus!” True Blue yells.
A stream of seed shoots from his cock like a rocket. The white stream barely
misses you as it arcs high in the air and splatters against a banner hanging
from the museum ceiling.
“Holy shit,” you say. You try to pull your feet away but True Blue holds onto
your ankles. A second stream flies from his shaft and you wisely drop to the
ground. The stream flies over you and splatters four different exhibits. As
you lay on the ground, a third load of seed hits a Nefertiti mannequin in the
face from twenty feet away.
“LET GO!” you yell.
True Blue releases your ankles and you pull your feet away. He grabs his
cock and turns away from you. The hero points it at the ground like it is a
loose fire hose. Several more loads splash into the floor at high velocity.
You fly away from the splash zone. The amount of come is insane. Where
does it all come from?
Finally, True Blue stops coming. He looks in horror at the mess he has made
in the museum.
“Damn, I was just going to steal some stuff but you vandalized the place,”
you say.
“Oh my God, oh my God, on my God,” True Blue repeats. He takes a step
back and trips over the pants around his ankles.
As tempting as it is to keep mocking True Blue, you need to get moving. You
fly back over to the jewelry display. Your cape is on the ground and
thankfully not soaked in come. You make a crude bag out of the cape and
stuff Nefertiti’s jewelry into it.
“You have to help me,” True Blue says. He pulls on his pants and underwear.
When he stands, his foot slides in a pile of come.
“I don’t have to do shit,” you laugh. You grab your loot and fly towards one
of the gallery windows. The glass shatters as you fly through it. Down below,
security guards look up in awe at your nearly naked body. You spin around
and flash your ass at the crowd before flying off into the night.
Police sirens scream down below. Security rushes into the museum. You
laugh and wonder at what they will find.
*Epilogue*
legs. Your right hand is soaking in a bowl of ice. As nice as it was to beat
true Blue up, your body is paying for it now.
Brett Webber.
the villain’s target. Several artifacts were destroyed outright and covered in
an unknown substance. Sources tell us that the Temptress absconded with the
was unavailable for comment and left as soon as the authorities arrived.
Eyewitnesses say he left behind his shirt.
look on her face.
exhibit, and engaged in a fight with the villain. Clearly, he lost, but I don’t
it.
how this defeat diminishes the reputation of Pinnacle City’s finest hero.”
television.
The end.
I will touch Doctor Kubo and have a threesome.
“Get ready to release your wife,” you tell the Professor. He obediently goes
to the computer terminal and waits.
Doctor Kubo looks relieved but the relief vanishes as you float closer to her.
“No, no, don’t touch me!”
You place your finger tip on Doctor Kubo’s lips. She clenches her lips shut as
if that would help. You keep your finger pressed against her tight mouth.
Doctor Kubo glares at you with rage behind her glasses. It only lasts a
moment as her eyes soften. She sighs and her lips open. There is a light lick
from her tongue and then she moves her head forward to take your finger into
her mouth. She sucks nosily.
“You can let her go now,” you say.
Professor Akintola types at the computer. The tentacles unwind from Doctor
Kubo’s arms. With her hands free, the Doctor grabs your wrist. She holds
your hand as she sucks harder on your finger.
You pull your finger from Doctor Kubo’s mouth. She tries to hold on but you
shake her off. You motion for the Professor to come over and join his wife.
You float higher into the air so both of them are forced to look up at you.
“Strip,” you command.
Professor Akintola and Doctor Kubo pull at their clothes. They undress
clumsily like horny virgins. Buttons fly and fabric rips in their haste to please
you.
Doctor Kubo is naked first. The woman doesn’t wear a bra or panties. Her
body is petite with tiny breasts the size of apples. Dark brown nipples are a
sharp contrast to her pale flesh. She has no hair on her smooth sex lips.
The Professor is naked soon after. He has a lean lithe body. There is no hair
on him anywhere, which gives his body a smooth dark sheen. A slender cock
swings between his legs, and what it lacks in girth it more than makes up for
in length.
You hover between them and float down until your boots are a few inches off
the ground. With your left hand, you pull Doctor Kubo’s mouth to your left
breast. An arm around the Professor pulls his mouth to your right breast.
The married couple sucks on your nipples. The Professor bites down and
your invulnerable skin lessens his vicious bite into a slight pinch. The Doctor
flicks your nipple rapidly with her tongue. Both of them moan loudly as they
suck.
“You may use your hands, slaves,” you say.
Doctor Kubo immediately reaches down for your sex. As her tongue
continues to lick your nipple, small fingers tap along your pussy lips. Each
tap sends a shiver through your body. Is she touching pressure points? Or are
you just that aroused?
Professor Akintola bites your nipple for another minute before he uses his
hands. One hand goes to your thigh, just inches away from your pussy. His
strong grip squeezes hard as his wife sensitizes your pussy. He uses his other
hand to cup your buttock. Around and round, his hand slowly rubs your ass.
You float happily between the busy couple. Doctor Kubo’s long black hair
feels like silk between your fingers. Your other hand cradles Professor
Akintola’s smooth head. As the Doctor taps your pussy, your legs open wider
and wider. As the Professor rubs your ass, you grind your hips in the air.
“Go inside me,” you command.
This time, Professor Akintola acts first. His hand moves from your thigh
directly to your sex. Not pausing, he slides two fingers inside of your wet sex.
His other hand moves towards the crack of your ass tries to wedge a finger
between your super strong buttocks.
Doctor Kubo refuses to be left out. She pushes her tiny fingers inside you as
well. It is a tight fit with the Professor’s larger fingers, but she is nimble and
you are wet. As her fingers work, she stops licking your nipple and seals her
lips around it instead. She sucks hard and her cute cheeks collapse with the
suction.
You groan as the multiple fingers fuck your pussy. Professor Akintola’s
fingers are long and thrust deep inside of you. Doctor Kubo’s small fingers
rub and slip wherever they can. The different styles overwhelm you and send
your sex rushing to orgasm.
“Make me come, slaves,” you demand.
Professor Akintola moans onto your breast. He releases your nipple from his
teeth and bites the side of your curvy flesh. It is barely a prick with your
invulnerability but the tiny bite sends a shiver straight down to your pussy.
Doctor Kubo spits out your nipple. She turns her head towards your shoulder.
Soft kisses land on your skin until she reaches the crease of your armpit. She
tilts her head and licks your underarm.
Down at your pussy, both scientists work together to finger you. The
Professor’s fingers plunge deep while the Doctor’s fingers seeks thrusts of
opportunity. It shouldn’t work but it does, the two hands working together
with a cooperation at odds with their usual bickering.
You come. Bliss explodes from your pussy. You ride the waves of pleasure
while working hard not to crush their fingers with your super strength.
“Stop,” you command and both scientists withdraw from your sex. Ecstasy
races through your body. You are floating on endorphins but you know that
you need more. You are craving cock and pussy.
You lean back in the air and spread your legs. Professor Akintola smiles
stupidly as you pull him to your sex. You guide his cock into your pussy and
wrap your legs around him.
“Fuck me, slave,” you command.
Professor Akintola nods his head and grabs your hips. He fucks you with
frantic, almost desperate thrusts. His slender cock reaches past the limitations
of fingers and goes deep inside you.
“What should I do?” Doctor Kubo says beside you. She rubs furiously at her
bare pussy lips.
“Come here,” you say and you grab the petite woman by the waist. She cries
out as you pick her up with your super strength but she soon moans as you sit
her onto your face. You open her sex with your tongue and take deep licks.
Doctor Kubo squirms on your face. She grabs your head for support and you
allow it. Her hips swivel as she grinds on your licking mouth.
This is what you needed; a long cock inside you and a dripping pussy on your
lips. You hover in the air, nearly horizontal as the Professor fucks you and
the Doctor rides your face. With your legs around the Professor and your
hands on the Doctor’s waist, you are in complete control.
“I’m going to come,” Professor Akintola groans.
Of course, he is. He is only human and your pussy is superb. Your heels dig
into his ass and urge him to fuck faster.
“I’m going to come!” Doctor Kubo yells.
Of course, she is. No pussy can last with your mouth on it. You pull her
tighter to your face so you can feel her quivers on your tongue.
Professor Akintola comes. Hot seed floods your tight sex. Driven mad with
lust, he keeps thrusting.
Doctor Kubo comes next. Her thighs tighten around you as juices gush into
your mouth. She shivers and squirms but there is no escape from your grip.
You come once more. The pleasure from your previous orgasms expands into
new heights of bliss. You clench tightly around the Professor and pull harder
on the Doctor as you come. They both cry out in alarm but you are too drunk
on your climax to care.
Eventually, you unclench your legs and the Professor drops to the ground.
You sit up and let go of the Doctor. She falls to the ground beside her
husband. You float in the air and look down at the exhausted couple.
“That was wonderful,” Doctor Kubo says. She crawls onto her knees and
stays there. Gently, she plants a kiss on your boot.
Professor Akintola winces as he sits up. His ribs and hips are tender. He
scoots over to your other boot and kisses it as well.
“Please, Temptress,” Professor Akintola says. “Let me touch you some
more.”
“Yes, Temptress,” Doctor Kubo says, kissing your boot. “Command me to
please you. I’ll do anything.”
Yes, they will. Your control over them is total, if temporary. As tempting as
it is to enjoy their skilled attentions again, you do remember what you came
here for. These two made something to defeat you and they nearly succeeded.
It is time to make sure they can never bother you again.
But how?
“Please, Temptress, don’t listen to her,” Professor Akintola says. “I served
you first and will do anything you wish.”
Doctor Kubo glares at her husband. “How dare you question my love for the
Temptress? Please, Temptress! Let me prove myself to you! Do you have any
enemies? I will destroy them for you!”
“No, I will destroy your enemies!” Professor Akintola says.
The two of them keep kissing your boots and a delicious idea comes to mind.
Yes, you do have enemies. Every pig police officer in this city is your enemy.
“This is how we will decide who fucks me next,” you say. “I want you two to
grab your best equipment and attack the police headquarters near Atlas
Square. Don’t kill anyone, but every police officer that you strip and
humiliate will get you a point. Whomever wins the most points will spend a
night in my bed. Understand?”
“Yes, Temptress!” the couple says at your feet.
“When does the game start?” Professor Akintola says.
“Right now,” you say and you fly up into the air. “I will go to Atlas Square
and watch. You won’t see me, but rest assure I will witness everything you
do. Don’t stop until I declare the contest over.”
“Yes, Temptress!” they both say. Professor Akintola and Doctor Kubo jump
to their feet and rush around the laboratory. They are wasting no time.
You fly up through the hole in the roof and out into the city. The night air
caresses your nearly naked body. You leave your zipper down and your thong
open as you fly towards home.
It is tempting to go to Atlas Square and watch, but fuck that. The Square is
about to become a war zone and you plan to be far away from it.
*Epilogue*
between your feet.
On the television screen is live video from the police headquarters near Atlas
Square. Police cars are encased in ice. Shreds of clothes fill the street. There
are giant cracks in the ground. A broken giant robot is holding a naked man
upside down and a crew is trying to free him. The video switches to local
“That was live footage from Police Headquarters, still in ruins due to a late-
night attack from famous scientist couple, Professor Akintola and Doctor
Kubo. The married couple attacked the station with robots and other
inventions. No officers were killed but many were stripped of their clothes
and incapacitated. The attack lasted for nearly an hour before several local
heroes were able to intervene and subdue the couple.
The cause of the battle is still under investigation.”
multiple charges of assaulting a police officer, destruction of public property,
resisting arrest and possession of weapons of mass destruction.
According to a survey posted on our website, sixty-nine percent of you think
the battle was a preemptive strike by the scientist couple in response to some
crime they have committed. After the break, a panel of experts will discuss
what terrible crimes the scientists must have done in order to justify this
attack.”
The end.
I make Caitlin come on camera while her fans watch.
“You’ll do anything?” you say.
“Oh, yes! Anything!” Caitlin says.
You reach down and pull your thong back over your sex. Caitlin licks her lips
as you snap it back into place. Your pussy covered; you fly over to the large
chair Caitlin was sitting in earlier. You sit in the chair and bring your legs
together.
“I will let you sit on my lap, and I will get you off,” you tell Caitlin.
“Fuck, yes!” Caitlin says. She hurriedly crawls over to you.
“Stop!” you command and Caitlin freezes. “But only if you set up your
camera and livestream it onto your Flutter account.”
Caitlin’s jaw drops. “Ah, ah,” she stutters. “I can’t do that!”
“Then I’m leaving,” you say.
“Wait!” Caitlin yells. She rises up on her knees. A pitiful whining sound
comes from her lips. Her eyes dart as she tries to think of a way out of this
but it is no use. Your power over her is too strong and she can’t resist the
chance to come.
“You may stand as you set up your equipment,” you graciously say.
Caitlin’s shoulders slump and she stands up. She has made her choice. The
naked reporter goes into her studio room and comes out with a camera, a
tripod and a laptop. She sets it all up in front of you. It only takes her a few
minutes to get everything ready. A red light appears on the camera and you
know that the broadcast is live.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Caitlin says from behind the camera.
You pat your lap. “You can’t deny the slut that you are,” you say.
Caitlin walks over to your lap. You can almost hear the gasps of her fans as
she appears on camera. Caitlin tries to sit across your lap but you turn her
around so that she faces the camera.
“Tell them who you are, slut,” you whisper.
“I am Caitlin Cole,” she says. Her voice catches but she continues on.
“Behind me is the Temptress.”
You reach around and spread Caitlin’s legs. She doesn’t fight you at all as
you expose her hairy pussy to the camera. You cup one of her breasts with
one hand while the other hand presses down on her sex.
“Oh fuck!” Caitlin cries.
“Tell them you want this,” you whisper.
“I want this,” Caitlin repeats. “The Temptress told me that she would make
me come but I had to broadcast it. I agreed. Everything that is happening is
because I want it.”
“Good slut,” you whisper behind Caitlin.
You rub the outside of Caitlin’s pussy. The redhead arches her back and
moans. Your other hand kneads her freckled breast. Each squeeze of your
fingers makes her ass grind on your lap.
“Oh yes, thank you, Temptress,” Caitlin moans.
The laptop is on a side table, facing you. On the screen you can see the
broadcast. Caitlin’s legs are open but her eyes are closed.
“Keep your eyes open,” you whisper. “Look into the camera. Tell them how
much you worship me.”
Caitlin obeys. She stares at the camera with her flushed face and bright green
eyes.
“The Temptress is the sexiest woman alive,” she says. “She takes what she
wants and I am so grateful that she wants me. I love her touching my breast. I
love her stroking my pussy. I love sitting on her lap. I never want this
moment to end.”
You rub harder. Caitlin moans and grips the arms of the chair. You rub in
tight little circles as she soaks your hand.
“I have masturbated about this so many times,” Caitlin confesses. “I thought
publishing that story on Temptress would help me get over her but it didn’t. It
just made me want her more!”
Well, this is a surprise. It is amazing what people will say when you have
your hand on their pussy. You kiss the base of her neck and feel her entire
body shudder.
“Fuck! I’m going to come!” Caitlin yells.
You let go of Caitlin’s tit and bring your hand down to her sex. While one
hand continues to rub, the other hand slips three fingers inside of her. You
fuck Caitlin with both hands as the redhead writhes on your lap.
“FUCK!” Caitlin cries. She stares at the camera as she comes. You keep
fucking her as she shudders and trembles on your lap.
“Stop, stop, stop,” Caitlin babbles. She grabs your arm with both hands but of
course, she is too weak to stop you.
You rub faster. Your plunging fingers reach deeper. Ignoring her protests,
you keep masturbating the slut.
“Fuck! Too much! I’m too sensitive!” Caitlin cries.
“This is what you want,” you say behind her. “Now take it!”
Caitlin cries out. She wiggles and squirms as she tries to escape. You pull
your fingers out of her pussy and wrap your arm around her waist. She pulls
on your arm with her puny strength.
“FUCK!” Caitlin screams.
You keep rubbing Caitlin’s pussy. She tries to close her thighs around your
hand but it is no use. Your hand can not be denied.
“Are you going to take it for me?” you ask.
Caitlin shakes her head. “It is too much!”
“Should I stop?” you ask as your fingers continue to grind her wet sex.
Caitlin sobs. She doesn’t answer.
You laugh and lean forward. Nuzzling into her silky red hair, you find the
base of her neck with your lips. First you kiss and then you give her neck a
gentle bite.
“UNF!” Caitlin cries out. She climaxes on your lap. Her body shakes and
shudders as all resistance melts away.
You pull your hands away and suddenly stand up. Caitlin cries out as she
falls to the floor. You smirk at the camera and lick your wet fingers.
“I have had better,” you say to the camera. Then you turn and fly out the
shattered balcony door and into the night sky.
Behind you, Caitlin begs you to stay but you keep flying. Hopefully, the
camera broadcasts everyone of her pathetic pleas.
*Epilogue*
Brett Webber.
award-winning journalist, Caitlin Cole and the super-villainess, the
Temptress. Ms. Cole declared that quote, “I want this!”, unquote. Ms. Cole
was then fondled and sexually gratified by the Temptress. Over one million
viewers watched the broadcast on Flutter until the Temptress abruptly left the
promiscuous reporter on the ground.”
A spokesman for Flutter said that they have no idea why their algorithms did
not flag and remove the offensive video.”
You tap Geoff’s ass with your hand. “Good work, shithead.”
“Shut up, shithead,” you say.
Ms. Cole is currently not accepting any inquiries pertaining to her behavior.
The Temptress is still at large.
Caitlin Cole’s confessions of attraction to the Temptress were genuine. After
the break, a panel of experts will discuss Caitlin Cole’s humiliating broadcast
and the claims that she wanted the Temptress all along.”
The end.
I fuck True Blue like Caitlin never could.
“I would fuck you, but I doubt you can last inside my pussy,” you say.
“I will!” True Blue says. “I promise I will not come until I satisfy you!”
The desperation in True Blue’s voice sends your pussy into another clenching
spasm.
“Let’s try a little test then,” you say.
“Anything!” True Blue responds.
You float downwards and bend your knees. True Blue looks in amazement as
you bring your face down to his pulsing cock. You open your lips and take
his thick head into your mouth.
“GREAT GOODNESS!” True Blue yells. He clenches his eyes shut and balls
his fists.
You laugh with his tip in your mouth. Grabbing his muscular thighs, you pull
your head down his long shaft. Your tongue swipes back and forth as you
swallow his length.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” True Blue babbles. He still has his
eyes shut.
The head of his cock hits the back of your throat. There are still a few inches
of his member left but that is okay. You grip it with your hand and hold on as
you slowly pull your head back up the length of his throbbing shaft. Up, up,
up you go until the thick tip pops free of your lips.
“Sweet baby Jesus.” True Blue swears. He shudders and his eyes open again.
There is a new flush on his handsome cheekbones.
“I’m impressed that you didn’t come,” you say. “I thought a worm like you
would shoot your load right away.”
True Blue swallows before answering. “I made a promise.”
“Let’s test that then,” you say and you take him back into your mouth.
True Blue groans and shuts his eyes again.
You open your mouth and take his cock out. “Eyes open!” you snap. “I
demand your attention at all times!”
True Blue opens his eyes again. “Yes, Temptress,” he says. He is breathing
hard but his blue eyes are on you.
“Good boy,” you say and you take him back into your mouth. True Blue’s
eyes widen but stay locked on you.
You go to work. As your mouth slides up and down his pole, your hand
strokes the base of his cock. You squeeze with your super-strength as you
pull and True Blue groans louder. Your cheeks hollow as you suck with all
your power.
“Jesus and all the saints!” True Blue cries.
Desire flows between your legs. You reach down to your sex and touch your
pussy lips. Fuck, you are wet. Having this hero’s thick member in your
mouth is making your sex jealous.
You suck harder. Your head bounces back and forth on True Blue’s massive
cock. The thick head hits the back of your throat like a battering ram. You
fuck your throat with True Blue’s shaft for several minutes.
“This is incredible,” True Blue says. He reaches for your head but stops
himself. The goody two-shoes won’t let himself touch a woman’s head while
she blows him.
You pop True Blue’s cock from your mouth and smile at him. “Caitlin ever
suck you like that?”
“No,” True Blue says. A frown crosses his face as he thinks of his girlfriend.
You flick your tongue over the head of his cock and the frown is replaced
with a sigh.
“Ready to fuck me?” you ask.
“Yes,” True Blue says and it is almost a growl.
You let go of his cock and float up in the air until your sex is level with his
member. Your legs spread and you hover in the air.
“Come get it-WHOA!,”.
True Blue interrupts you by lunging forward. He grabs your thighs and
pulling you onto his cock. The thick shaft impales your slick pussy. The
entire length is buried inside you.
“Shit!” you cry out.
True Blue keeps moving forward. His hands are on your ass and he carries
you to the nearest table. The hero’s pants are still around his ankles but he
doesn’t let that slow him down. He throws you down onto the table and
artifacts are crushed under your ass. The hero stands up and begins to fuck
you with wild passion.
“Fuck yeah!” you yell. You slam your hand down on the table and crush a
priceless bowl.
PAP! PAP! PAP! The impact of your invulnerable pelvises fucking at high
speed echoes through the museum. The walls and exhibits vibrate from the
force of your carnal thunder.
The table can’t take this kind of abuse. It cracks in half. True Blue grabs you
before you can fall. His cock still deep inside of you, he swings around and
carries you to another table. He uses your body to sweep the table clean of
the fragile vases. As the vases shatter on the floor, True Blue resumes fucking
you.
“Yes, give it to me!” you yell. “Fuck me harder than you have ever fucked
anyone before!”
True Blue grunts. His hips are moving with the power of a hundred trains.
The thick cock plunges in and out of your wet sex at a ferocious speed. The
collision of his balls against your ass feels like a light spanking.
You wrap your legs around the hero and hold on. Your boots dig into his
muscular ass while he fucks. You reach up and place your hand on his chest
to feel the powerful muscles underneath.
SNAP! This table breaks as well. True Blue grabs you before you can fall and
holds you in the air. Still thrusting away inside you, he turns arounds, looking
for another place to fuck. As he does that, you wrap your arms around him
and sink your fingernails into his broad back.
“Lay down,” you command him.
True Blue falls backwards. The pussy-whipped fool obeyed you instantly. He
hits the ground hard and the jolt drives his cock deeper inside.
“It’s my turn,” you tell the handsome hero. Still sitting on his cock, you get
your legs up and plant your boots flat on the ground. Your legs form an arch
as you rise up on his cock and then drop back down with all of your super-
strength.
“JESUS!” True Blue yells.
You plant your hands on True Blue’s chest and fuck him. Up and down your
pelvis falls. You slam your pussy onto his cock with malice and lust.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The ground underneath True Blue cracks and
forms another crater. The shockwaves shake the museum. A mannequin falls
from her position. An ancient sculpture tips over and shatters on the ground.
“Tell me this pussy is better than Caitlin’s!” you command.
“Yes!” True Blue yells. “It is so much better!”
You come. Euphoria explodes from your pussy and fills your body. You
freeze in mid-hump and clench down hard. Your hips tremble and swivel.
“GREAT GOODNESS!” True Blue yells. True to his word, he held back
until you came but he can’t hold back any longer.
Hot seed shoots inside your pussy. The force of his semen is like a fire hose.
You cry out at the sudden explosion and your sensitive sex climaxes again.
You scream. The amount of seed stuffing your pussy is incredible. You have
to use your flight power to keep you on True Blue’s cock because the force of
his ejaculation is threatening to throw you off.
True Blue shakes beneath you. He nearly sits up before falling back down
onto the floor. The back of his head hits the concrete beneath the floor and a
jolt goes through him. The dumbass knocked himself out!
His cock continues to pump load after load of seed at super speeds. Come
falls from your overflowing sex. Unable to take any more, you stand up and
fly into the air. A stream of seed flies from True Blue’s cock like a geyser. It
reaches ten feet into the air. It spurts three more times before finally quitting.
“Holy shit,” you whisper. That is a lot of come. Another thick load falls from
your pussy.
There is work to be done. You fly over to the jewelry and take off your cape.
Priceless gems flicker before you. You turn your cape into a makeshift bag
and stuff the jewelry inside. There is no time to admire the precious
craftmanship of your loot.
Your bag stuffed, you fly towards one of the museum gallery windows. True
Blue is still knocked out on the floor. You notice his cock is still hard.
You smash through the gallery window. Gathered below in the street are
security guards, police and news crews. Damn, you must not have heard the
sirens while you fucked. It is a good thing you got out when you did.
The assembled crowd points and stares at your nearly-naked state. You open
your legs and more seed falls from your pussy. A rain of True Blue’s come
splatters the crowd.
Laughing, you fly back home with your stolen loot.
*Epilogue*
You lay in bed and sip your morning coffee. Your other hand sits in a bowl of
ice. Bags of ice are strapped to each leg. A giant ice pack is pressed to your
crotch. You might be invulnerable but you still bruise. Fighting and fucking
has done a number on your body.
Brett Webber.
the villain’s target. Several artifacts were destroyed outright and massive
damage was done to the museum structure itself. Sources tell us that the
Temptress absconded with the entire collection of Nefertiti’s jewelry. Sources
also say that the villainess left in a state of partial undress.”
The show cuts to video of True Blue on the ground. A large censor box
covers his hanging cock. Multiple other black boxes cover areas where his
come had landed.
“Pinnacle City’s own hero, True Blue, was at the scene of the crime. The
hero was found unconscious and naked. There were signs of sexual activity.”
The camera cuts to a museum security guard.
“Jesus Christ, Temptress f-BLEEP True Blue’s brains out!”
“Emergency crews were able to revive True Blue. The hero immediately left
the scene and refused to answer questions. Museum employees are in the
process of trying to catalog the damaged items as well as clean any bodily
fluids from the artifacts.”
Akintola and Doctor Kubo, are currently at the Melos Museum, repairing the
museum with their super science.”
that True Blue had voluntary sexual relations with the Temptress. After the
break, a panel of experts will discuss whether or not True Blue was an
accomplice to the Temptress’ crime.”
television.
The end.
I have Doctor Kubo eat me out.
“Get your husband out of your mouth and bite me instead,” you say.
Doctor Kubo stands up in an instant. Professor Akintola sobs with relief and
starts to cry. The pantless Doctor spins around and squints at you with
worshiping eyes.
“Where, Megami?” Doctor Kubo asks.
You hold your slick fingers up. Doctor Kubo nods and takes your hand in
hers. She leans forward and bites your fingers from the side. There is a slight
prick from her teeth, but no real discomfort. Your invulnerable skin protects
you from the Doctor’s clamping jaws.
Doctor Kubo moans in ecstasy. She bites your hand from another angle like
she is eating a giant cookie. Her tongue licks her juices from your fingers.
She bites down harder and harder with an increasingly glazed look in her
eyes.
With your other hand, you unzip the top of your costume. The purple spandex
parts to reveal your breasts. As the zipper goes down, Doctor Kubo squints at
your bare mounds.
You pull your left breast out. “Bite my tit,” you command.
Doctor Kubo stops biting your hand, but she plants a gentle kiss on it before
letting go of it. You float higher into the air so your breast is level with the
Doctor’s Face. She avoids your nipple and bits the underside of your breast.
A jolt of pleasure travels from Doctor Kubo’s teeth to your pussy. You
clench as she bites down with everything she has. It is barely a pinch to you,
but the exuberance she shows is infectious. You can almost feel the joy she is
experiencing.
Professor Akintola moans softly in his chair. At least he has stopped crying.
His cock is limp between his legs. A nasty bite mark encircles the base of his
cock.
Doctor Kubo releases her bite. She growls and it is a delicate and feminine
sound. Her teeth bite down on a spot next to your nipple, just barely missing
it. She moans with your tit between her teeth.
You grab the back of Doctor Kubo’s head. The silky hair feels wonderful.
You pull slightly on her hair and the Doctor moans again.
“Touch me,” you say. “I give you permission.”
Doctor Kubo moans louder and she reaches between your legs. Small fingers
press against the spandex thong covering your sex. She palms your pussy, her
fingers gently kneading against your sensitive cleft.
Professor Akintola stops moaning. He stares at you and his wife. The limp
phallus between his leg twitches.
You twist Doctor Kubo’s hair. She whimpers into your breast as she keeps
biting. You pull on her hair and her teeth hold on, stretching your tit. The
slight pain makes your pussy clench.
Doctor Kubo pulls on your thong. The snaps pop free and the spandex falls
away to expose your sex. Her fingers slide up and down her wet slit before
two of them slip in. She pushes deep inside, burying her fingers to the
knuckles.
“Good slave,” you moan.
Professor Akintola bites his lip. The bitten dick is almost hard. He leans to
one side and then the other as he tries to get a better look.
Doctor Kubo strokes the inside of your pussy in a smooth and steady rhythm.
There is a slight twisting of her fingers that makes you quiver. You feel her
thumb stroke the outside of your lips in a counter-stroke that compliments her
fingers like a melody.
“Damn, Doctor,” you say. “I almost forgive you for nearly defeating me.”
Doctor Kubo opens her mouth and your breast falls from her lips. A trail of
spit connects your tit to her lips. She smiles with pride.
“I am so sorry for that, Megami!” doctor Kubo says.
“I didn’t tell you to stop biting me,” you say as you push her head to your
other breast.
Doctor Kubo takes your nipple into her mouth. She bites down like a vise. As
soon as her teeth sink into you, her body shivers.
You look over at Professor Akintola. “Why do you have an erection? This
isn’t for your enjoyment! Get rid of that hard-on or I will have your wife bite
it again!”
Professor Akintola winces. He shuts his eyes and mumbles to himself. His
hard cock bounces against his wishes.
You laugh and then moan as Doctor Kubo touches a sensitive spot on your
pussy. Feeling your reaction, Doctor Kubo repeats the motion in rapid
succession. Your toes curl inside your boots.
“Stop!” you snap. Doctor Kubo pulls her fingers from your soaked pussy.
You float higher into the air and she lets your nipple escape her teeth. Still
holding onto the Doctor’s hair, you levitate until your sex is in front of her
mouth.
“Make me come, slave,” you command.
Doctor Kubo grabs your thighs and pulls herself onto your pussy. Her tongue
burrows into you. She licks with desperate need. There is no technique; just
pure lust.
It feels wonderful. The hungry Doctor eats you with a passion bordering on
madness. Sometimes she bites your pussy but your invulnerability turns her
savage bites into slight pinches that enflame your desire.
Professor Akintola has one eye open. His cock is as hard as ever. He quickly
shuts both eyes and mumbles louder to himself.
You hover in the air as Doctor Kubo eats you. Wet licking sounds dominate
the lab. You hold onto the Doctor’s silky hair as your pussy grinds against
her face. The length of your body undulates in the air as she brings you closer
and closer to orgasm.
Doctor Kubo’s teeth close around your clitoris. She growls as she bites down
with all her strength. It is a light squeeze to you but it is enough to send you
over the edge.
“FUCK!” you cry out. Pleasure bursts through your body like a supernova.
You come hard and then almost instantly come a second time.
When you can take no more, you push Doctor Kubo away. Her face is shiny
with your juices. She stumbles and falls back on her butt. The Doctor stays
where she is, sucking in air through her bruised lips.
Professor Akintola still has his eyes closed. His cock is limp again. Damn,
you were hoping to punish him for that.
You float down to the ground in front of Doctor Kubo. The Doctor crawls to
your boots and lovingly wraps her arms around them. She plants small kisses
on your boots.
You almost feel affection for Doctor Kubo. Almost. She did try to capture
you after all. You hadn’t forgotten that. It is time you finish what you came
here for.
But how? Should you burn their lab down? Humiliate them publicly? A
dozen ideas flash to mind but quite frankly, you are a little exhausted from
fighting, getting hit with those beams and then coming.
Wait. Why are you doing the planning when you have a genius right here at
your feet?
“Slave, what is the best way to ruin you and your husband?” you ask.
“Oh, that’s easy, Megami,” Doctor Kubo says. She kisses your boot again.
“Tell the world about our secret satellite we have in orbit.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP KAEDE!” Professor Akintola screams.
You shake Doctor Kubo from your leg and fly over to the bound Professor. A
light kick with your foot sends him and his chair flying to the other side of
the lab. He crashes into something and you don’t bother to see if he is okay.
“Tell me more,” you command.
Doctor Kubo stands up and walks over to a computer panel. She brings up
schematics on the screen.
“The satellite has a laser that can destroy Pinnacle City in thirty seconds,”
Doctor Kubo says. “We have eight super-viruses loaded into missiles. Each
one could cut the human population in half. There is also a weather control
vortex projector and an earthquake inducer. I can’t tell you how many crimes
against humanity that satellite breaks just by existing.”
“Fuck,” you whisper. A chill goes down your spine. You rob banks and
sexually humiliate people, but this could destroy the entire planet. “Why the
fuck did you make this?”
Doctor Kubo shrugs. “We got really drunk one night and made it.
Afterwards, we just liked the idea of having a doomsday weapon in orbit. It is
a real turn on.”
“Tell the world about it,” you command Doctor Kubo. “Let everyone know
what you did. Uh, can you deactivate it?”
“Sure, Megami,” Doctor Kubo says.
“Good. Do that now.”
Doctor Kubo types at the computer. “It is turned off. Should I tell the public
now?”
“Wait five minutes and then make your announcement,” you say. You fly
higher in the air towards the hole in the ceiling you made earlier.
“Where are you going, Megami?” Doctor Kubo says.
“I’ll be right back,” you lie. You don’t want to be anywhere near the Doctor
when she tells the world what lurks above them.
“Okay, five minutes and then I am calling the President!” Doctor Kubo says.
She waves goodbye as you fly out into the city as fast as you can.
*Epilogue*
between your feet.
Brett Webber.
“For those just joining us, super-scientist Doctor Kaede Kubo announced last
night that she and her husband, Professor Ovie Akintola, had created a
satellite capable of destroying the human race. The Doctor also announced
that she had shut the deadly satellite down. Federal Authorities immediately
took Doctor Kubo and Professor Akintola into custody. The super hero
known as Space Paladin has recovered the satellite and brought it down to
earth for the government to confiscate. Charges of premeditated mass murder
are expected to be filed later today.
comment, Doctor Kubo turned off the satellite and confessed her super crime
on the orders of the infamous villain, the Temptress. This sources also says
that the Doctor was found in a state of undress while her husband, Professor
Akintola was found naked and bound to a chair. It is unclear how the two of
them ended up in this state, and what role the Temptress might have played.
The end.
I tell True Blue to pleasure me.
“Unzip my top,” you tell True Blue.
“What?” the hero says.
“Mmm?” the guard says beneath his gag.
“You heard me,” you say. You give the giant scythe a tiny push. The blade
rolls towards the bound guard, who panics perfectly.
“Wait!” True Blue says. He sighs and his broad shoulders sag. “I’ll do it.”
“Don’t try to act sad; you know you want to,” you say.
True Blue doesn’t answer as he reaches for the top of your costume. His
gloved fingers get close to your cleavage and he hesitates. The hero’s perfect
cheekbones turn a light shade of pink. He touches your top and finds the
zipper.
“All the way down,” you command.
True Blue looks away and does as you command. The purple spandex parts
as the zipper goes down to your waist.
“Pull my left breast free,” you say. “And look at me when I am talking to
you.”
True Blue turns his head to face you. His blue eyes drop down to your chest
before flicking back up to your face. The light pink of his cheeks turns a
darker red. He pulls at the spandex until your left breast is completely
revealed.
“Cup my tit,” you say. “Squeeze and massage my breast.”
True Blue swallows. “You are crossing a line, Temptress. I don’t want to add
sexual coercion to your list of crimes.”
“Better that than murder, right?” you say. You give the scythe a little shake.
“Mmmm!” the gagged guard cries.
True Blue reacts with heroic speed. His gloved hand latches onto your breast.
The flat of his palm presses down on your hard nipple.
Another shudder goes through you. Desire soaks the spandex against your
pussy. You lick your lips and savor the feel of his hand.
“Massage me,” you remind the hero.
True Blue sighs but his fingers squeeze your plump breast. He is careful not
to use any of his super strength. At any moment the hero could hurt you but
he doesn’t dare risk your displeasure. Feeling his submission sends your
pussy into another clenching fit.
“The other breast too,” you order.
The hero sighs again but he does as you command. He pulls your other breast
from your top and gently caresses it. He rolls his palm into your plump tit
with expert ease.
“Ohhh,” you moan. “Don’t neglect my nipples.”
True Blue nods. There is no sigh this time. One thumb glides over your
nipple in a tight circle while the other hand gently pinches your nipple.
Wow, a man who can multitask. No wonder that he’s Pinnacle City’s greatest
hero.
As True Blue plays with your breasts, you reach down to your crotch. You
pull on the snaps holding your thong in place. The tight spandex pops free,
exposing your bare pussy lips.
The security guard moans. True Blue glances down and his flawless cheeks
bones turn red again. He unconsciously squeezes your breasts harder.
“Eat me,” you command.
To your surprise, True Blue shakes his head.
“I can’t do that,” he says. “I know your mind control works on skin contact.”
You frown. “It is not mind control, it is seduction,” you say. Mind control is
what pathetic people do to get people to fuck them. You seduce them. It is a
pet peeve of yours.
“Do it or the guard is paste,” you say. You push and the giant scythe teeters
closer to the whimpering guard.
“No,” True Blue says and there is steel in his voice. “If I lose control, then
there is no chance I can save him. Push if you must, but as soon as you do, I
will fight you.”
Well, the hero has ovaries! You are impressed. You are also a little turned on.
“Fine, then stroke me,” you command.
True Blue opens his mouth and then closes it.
“Your gloves will protect you,” you say. “And I doubt you can save the guard
before this scythe gives him one hell of a severance package.”
True Blue winces. “Curse you, vile villain.” He lets go of your breasts. One
hand moves down between your legs.
“That’s vile Temptress to you,” you say.
True Blue’s gloved fingers touch your pussy. The material of the glove is
surprisingly soft. He pushes against your sex with gentle care. Up and down
his fingers slide.
“Oh shit,” you moan. Your knees tremble. Pleasure ripples through your
body.
Your grip relaxes and the scythe creaks. The guard moans and you tighten
your hold on the giant stone trap.
True Blue’s fingers stop moving. He looks at you with a frown.
“Keep going,” you snap.
True Blue rubs your pussy lips. His hand is faster now. Desire coats his glove
with slick juices. The tip of his middle finger parts your lips but doesn’t move
inside.
You growl and grab True Blue’s hand. Not giving him a choice, you force his
hand into your waiting pussy. Three fingers sink to their knuckles inside your
sex.
“Oh fuck,” you moan.
True Blue moans as well. He is breathing harder now. You glance down and
notice a tremendous bulge in his pants.
“Stroke,” you command and True Blue does. His fingers fuck you at a slow
and methodical pace.
Oh, you are going to come. It seems almost a waste to come on True Blue’s
fingers. You want that cock.
But True Blue won’t give it to you. You could try to force the issue, but he
might fight you. Could the hero really refuse fucking your pussy? You are
not sure.
Maybe you should content yourself with his hand. You could still have his
cock. As long as it stays in his pants, you could stroke him. It might be fun to
make the mighty hero come in his pants like a horny teenager.
Do you risk it all for a fuck?
Yes, I want to fuck this hero!
No, I stick with the safe choice of mutual handjobs.
I touch Professor Akintola and turn this into a threesome.
“Don’t bite your husband’s dick, slave,” you tell Doctor Kubo. “You can bite
when I am done with it.”
Doctor Kubo releases her husband’s cock and pulls her head up. “Can I bite
his thigh, Megami?”
“Of course,” you say.
Professor Akintola winces as his wife bites down on his leg. As you walk
around Doctor Kubo and towards him, his eyes widen in fear. He shakes his
head back and forth.
“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!” the Professor says.
You grin wickedly and unzip the top of your costume. The purple spandex
parts and reveals more of your breasts. You reach in and pull a tit out.
The Professor stops shaking his head to stare at your tits. He swallows hard
and tries to act brave.
“You might control my mind for now, but when it wears off, I will make you
pay for this,” Professor Akintola says.
“I believe you,” you say. “So, let’s make sure you don’t get the chance.”
You lean in and press your breast to Professor Akintola’s face. He leans back
as far as the chair will allow him but there is no escape. Your breast flattens
against his face. A few seconds later, you feel his mouth open and moan. He
sucks on your breast.
“Release your husband, slave,” you command.
Doctor Kubo stays between Professor Akintola’s legs, her teeth clamped on
his thigh. She reaches around and presses a button. The clamps pop free on
the Professor’s hands and legs.
You pull back up. Professor Akintola rises to keep his mouth on your breast.
He stands up from the chair with his wife still biting his thigh.
“Stop, both of you,” you command. Doctor Kubo and Professor Akintola
open their mouths and let go of the flesh they are holding onto. “I demand
you worship me with your hands.”
Doctor Kubo stands up and you turn to face her. She pulls your other breast
from your costume and holds both tits in her hand. Moaning softly, she
kneads the soft flesh. Her fingers squeeze in a strange alternating fashion.
Professor Akintola steps behind you. He puts his hands on your ass and cups
each buttock. His palms glide over the hard muscles of your ass in a slow
circular manner. At times his touch feels like less than a feather and at other
times, he squeezes with surprising strength.
You float between the two scientists. Both of them are sensitizing your
breasts and ass with every passing touch. Both nipples are harder than they
have ever been. Your buttocks clench tightly around the thong that separates
them. A surge of desire floods your pussy.
“More,” you whisper. You reach down and pop the snaps on your thong. The
purple spandex gives way to expose your bare sex lips.
Doctor Kubo reaches down and slides her fingers over your pussy. Juices
coat her fingers on the first pass. She pulls her fingers slowly up and then
slides two of them into you.
“Yes,” you hiss.
Professor Akintola reaches around your hips. Large hands go to either side of
your pussy. He leans against you and you feel his slender cock pressing
against your ass. His fingers rub your outer pussy lips while his wife strokes
inside you.
You shiver between them. Reaching behind you, you grab Professor
Akintola’s ass and squeeze. He cries out as your super strength grinds him to
you. With your other hand, you grab Doctor Kubo’s long black hair and wind
it in your hand. She whimpers as you pull her head back.
But despite their discomfort, Doctor Kubo and Professor Akintola keep
stroking you. Two hands rub your pussy lips while a small dainty hand
fingers your pussy. The Professor is soft and caressing, while the Doctor is
rapid and harsh. Together, they bring you quickly to the peak of your
pleasure.
“Fuck!” you cry out. The orgasm is so fast that you don’t have time to
consider delaying it. You come hard and just barely resist crushing Doctor
Kubo’s fingers.
“Stop, stop, stop,” you say. “Holy shit, you two are a potent team.”
“Thank you, Megami,” Doctor Kubo says.
Professor Akintola says nothing, but that is because he is groaning as he rubs
against your ass.
“Right, let’s put that cock to work,” you say. You push Doctor Kubo away
and turn around to face. Professor Akintola. He tries to grab your hips but
you shove him with your super strength.
Professor Akintola falls on his back. Before he can get up, you fly onto him
and spread your legs. You straddle the tall man and grab his cock. The
Professor freezes in place. You lower yourself onto his cock.
“Oh, thank you,” Professor Akintola says. He reaches for your breasts but
you slap his hand away.
“Hands behind your head,” you command. “You no longer have permission
to touch me. Your cock is all I care about.”
“Yes, Temptress,” Professor Akintola says.
You settle onto Professor Akintola’s cock. It is a bit thin, but the long shape
pushes deep inside of you. After just coming, your pussy is a little sensitive,
but you always are in the mood for more dick.
“What shall I do, Megami?” Doctor Kubo asks. She stands beside you, idly
stroking her wet pussy.
“Get down here and lick,” you command. “Or bite, either way works.”
Doctor Kubo drops to her hands and knees. You grab her hair again because
you just love the feel of it. She moans as you push her head down to your
pussy that is stuffed with her husband’s cock.
You lean back so Doctor Kubo can have better access. Her tongue flickers
over your pussy lips. She presses her face into your crotch and nizzles you
with her nose. The horny Doctor has no shame left.
“Fuck me,” you command. You reach around for the bite mark Doctor Kubo
left on the Professor’s thigh and pinch it.
“Ow!” Professor Akintola cries out. “Yes, Temptress!”
Professor Akintola fucks from the bottom. It is not an easy position for him
but he does surprisingly well. As a genius, he has a great grasp on leverage.
His hips rise and fall, thrusting his long dick deep inside you.
You let go of the Professor’s thigh and hold onto the Doctor’s silky hair. The
force of his pelvis slapping your crotch makes a lovely sound. You savor the
depths of his ramming cock while also luxuriating in his wife’s tongue. The
two make for an awesome team.
Doctor Kubo stops licking and takes a bite of your pussy lip. The harsh bite is
barely a pinch to your invulnerable skin but the slight discomfort adds a
delicious frission to the pounding your pussy is taking. The groans she makes
on your sex is just icing on the cake.
“I’m going to come!” Professor Akintola says. Of course, he is. Few men last
inside your super pussy. You feel the hot gush of seed. Your pussy muscles
clench and milk the Professor’s cock. He cries out as you drain him of every
drop.
You float up high enough for the Professor’s cock to fall out of you. Still
holding onto the Doctor’s hair, you grind her face into your pussy. The
Doctor’s tongue delves into your sex and licks her husband’s seed.
“Get every bit of him, slave,” you command. “Lick my pussy clean.”
Doctor Kubo moans as she obeys. When she has given you a thorough
cleaning, you push her away and float into a standing position above the
exhausted couple. You zip your top back up over your breasts as well as snap
your thong back over your pussy.
“Please, let me lick you some more!” Doctor Kubo says. Her face is shiny
with your juices.
“No, it is my turn to taste you!” Professor Akintola says. He shoves his wife
away. She shoves him back.
The bickering couple gives you an idea. “Both of you are not worthy to touch
me, but I will give one of you a chance.”
Professor Akintola stands up. “Pick me and I will do anything you
command!”
“Pick me, my husband is terrible at eating pussy!” Doctor Kubo says, also
jumping to her feet.
“Silence,” you command. “I have decided to let you fight for it. Arm
yourselves with your best weapons and go to Atlas Square. Whoever defeats
the other will have the honor of pleasuring me. The battle will begin in thirty
minutes, so hurry!”
“Yes, Megami!” Doctor Kubo says as she rushes to a rack of equipment.
“I won’t let you down!” Professor Akintola says as he runs over to a
computer terminal.
“I’ll go ahead to Atlas Square,” you say. “You won’t see me, but rest assure
that I will be watching. Don’t stop fighting until I declare a winner.”
You fly up to the hole in the ceiling and out of their secret laboratory. The
Professor and Doctor are too busy equipping themselves to watch you leave.
You fly out into the night sky and back towards the center of the city.
It only takes a few minutes to reach Atlas Square. It looks very crowded
tonight. You keep flying and head for home. When the scientists have their
fight here, you want to be far away from it.
*Epilogue*
between your feet.
On the television screen is live video from Atlas Square. A statue is covered
in ice. Three tree stumps are smoldering. There are giant cracks in the
ground. The wreckage of a robot is sparking. The video switches to local
“That was live footage of Atlas Square, still in ruins due to a late-night fight
between famous scientist couple, Professor Akintola and Doctor Kubo. The
married couple descended on Atlas Square with robots and other inventions.
The two fought each other until several local heroes were able to intervene
and subdue the couple. Thirty-one bystanders and seventeen police officers
were injured in the battle.
The cause of the battle is still under investigation but Channel Six news
spoke to one eye witness who has a theory.
The screen cuts to an older man with white hair, thick glasses and a fantastic
mustache. “I was there when the fight started and the black dude with the ray
gun was screaming for the Temptress to watch him while he blasted some
robots. The Asian chick with the bigger ray gun was screaming that the black
dude wasn’t worthy of the Temptress. They kept yelling at each other about
the Temptress while they fought. I think she is banging both of them and they
just found out.”
multiple charges of assault, destruction of public property, resisting arrest and
possession of weapons of mass destruction.
According to a survey posted on our website, seventy-eight percent of you
think the battle was a domestic dispute involving the Temptress. After the
break, a panel of experts will discuss why two outstanding citizens with a
history of public service would throw it all away for one beautiful
supervillain.”
The end.
I tell True Blue to strip for my amusement.
“Take off your shirt,” you command True Blue.
The hero crosses his arms in defiance. “No. I know your power works on
bare skin. I will not let you cloud my judgment.”
You shrug and turn your head to the bound guard. “Sorry worm, it looks like
you are about to be killed by a two-thousand-year-old trap.”
The guard squirms in panic. You push on the trap. The curved blade rocks
forward and the edge descends closer to the victim’s belly.
“Wait!” True Blue shouts.
You pause and hold onto the end of the scythe.
“You have to the count of three,” you say. “One.”
True Blue sighs and grabs the bottom of his shirt. He pulls it up to reveal an
incredible number of abdominal muscles. As the blue shirt rises, you see his
amazing pectoral definition. He pulls the shirt over his head to expose his
broad shoulders. The hero tosses the shirt to the ground and puts his hands on
his waist.
Fucking hell, the man ripples with muscles. You wouldn’t want to fight that.
Even fucking him seems a bit intimidating. If he wasn’t completely under
your control, he could overpower you in a heartbeat.
“I’ve seen better,” you lie. “Take off your shoes.”
True Blue stands in place and brings up one leg, crossing his ankle at the
knee. With one hand, he reaches down and unlaces his boot. He keeps his
eyes on you, and the scythe, at all times. His balance is perfect. He takes off
one boot, swaps leg positions, and then removes the other boot.
“Stop now, Temptress,” True Blue says.
“Now?” you say. “We are just getting to the good part.”
True Blue’s face is grim. “Go any further and it will be a sex crime. You
don’t need another one of those on your record.”
You snort. “Quit stalling and take off your pants.”
True Blue shakes his head. He actually looks disappointed in you.
There is a weird sinking feeling in your stomach but you shake it off. How
dare this asshole try to make you feel bad!
True Blue pulls aside a secret fold in his pants. He pops a button and then
pulls the zipper down. The sound of the zipper makes your pussy clench. The
hero grabs the sides of his pants and pulls them down. The blue pants drop
away to reveal tight white briefs stretched over a massive bulge. Well defined
legs step out of his pants.
Christ, you would love to bite those powerful thighs. You can only imagine
the thrust those legs could generate. A new surge of desire dampens the thong
against your sex.
True Blue stands before you in nothing more than his underwear. His hands
are back on his hips. He looks at you with narrow eyes behind his domino
mask.
“I refuse to take off my mask,” True Blue says.
“Oh, the mask is staying on,” you say. “But the underwear, that is coming
off.”
True Blue doesn’t answer. His lips press tightly together. The hero is
planning something.
You push on the scythe. The floor groans as the heavy blade rolls towards the
whimpering guard.
True Blue sighs. Hooking his fingers into his underwear, he pulls them down
and steps out of them in one fluid motion. He stands back, naked except for
his mask and gloves.
You stare at his massive cock. The thing is huge! The head is wide and heavy
looking. His shaft is fully erect and points at the ceiling.
“Not bad,” you say but you can’t help the wonder that has crept into your
voice.
You reach down and pull on the spandex covering your crotch. The snaps
holding your thong pop free and your bare sex is exposed. You glide your
fingers down your wet lips.
True Blue averts his eyes to the roof. His perfect cheekbones flush red. Now
he is blushing?
“Exposing yourself is just another form of sexual assault,” True Blue says.
“Shut up and let me enjoy myself,” you say.
You stroke yourself. The wet sound of your pussy getting fingered fills the
museum. Pleasure flows from your sex to the rest your body. An indecent
moan escapes your lips.
True Blue winces. The naked hero shifts from foot to foot. He raises his
hands and then puts them back down on his waist. Was he going to cover his
ears?
“Look at me,” you command.
True Blue sighs and turns his face towards you. His eyes drop to your pussy
and then snap back up to your face. The massive phallus pulses.
“Ha, your cock likes me well enough,” you say.
“It is a natural response to stimuli,” True Blue says.
“Really?” you say. You grind your hips and hump your hand.
True Blue frowns. His flawless cheekbones turn a deeper shade of red. He
stares at you under protest while his cock continues to twitch.
The hero’s discomfort fascinates you. It also turns you on. The man is so
repressed! It would be amusing to make him jack that cock. He wouldn’t be
able to deny how turned on he was after he blew a load.
All that talk about exposing yourself and sex crimes has given you another
idea. The museum guards are all outside and you have a naked hero here.
You could order True Blue to go outside and expose himself. Better yet, you
can make him masturbate in front of them. The poor hero might just die of
shame.
What do you do with a naked hero?
I command True Blue to masturbate.
I order True Blue to expose himself to the guards outside.
I will let Doctor Kubo use her atomic sextoy on me.
“Get your strap-on,” you tell Doctor Kubo. You set her down on the ground.
“I warn you though, if it doesn’t make me come, I will try it myself on your
ass.”
Professor Akintola laughs. He almost says something but remembers your
warning. Good boy. Even geniuses can be trained.
Doctor Kubo nods submissively and runs over to one of the many tables that
fill the laboratory. She picks up a shiny metal dildo. It has two ends, though
one end is much thinner than the other. She flips a switch and the dildo emits
a green glow. Satisfied, she turns the glow off.
“That thing better not be radioactive,” you tell her.
“Do not worry, Temptress,” Doctor Kubo says. “It is very safe.”
Doctor Kubo picks up a pair of black shorts. She pulls them on and you enjoy
the wiggling of her small ass. When she buttons it in place, you notice there
is a large hole framing her pussy lips.
It is tempting to go over there and take a lick of her pussy now it is so
lovingly framed, but you stay where you are.
The Doctor takes the atomic dildo and places the slender end against her sex.
She pushes it in with a loud gasp. When half the dildo vanishes into her
pussy, she presses a button on her shorts. The hole around her sex closes and
cinches around the dildo. Doctor Kubo gives the dildo a tug but the shorts
hold onto it.
“Ready, Temptress!” Doctor Kubo says. “Where shall we fuck?”
“Right here,” you say in front of Professor Akintola. “I want your husband to
see what he will never get to touch.”
“Yes, Temptress!” Doctor Kubo says. She runs over to you, the metal strap-
on bouncing between her legs.
You pop the snaps on your thong. The purple spandex slides up to reveal her
bare sex. You rub yourself and feel the heat from your pussy.
Professor Akintola stares at your sex and licks his lips.
You face the professor and bend forward. Careful not to touch his skin, you
rest your hands on the arms of his bondage chair. Your breasts surge forward,
threatening to escape your spandex top.
A tent forms in Professor Akintola’s pants. He stares at your cleavage and a
soft moan escapes his lips.
Doctor Kubo steps behind you. “Shall I get some lubricant?” she asks.
Staring at Professor Akintola, you shake your head. “My pussy is always wet.
Go right in.”
“Yes, Temptress!” Doctor Kubo says.
Warm metal presses against the lips of your sex. The Doctor thrusts and the
dildo pushes you open. Thick metal slides easily inside of you. She keeps
pushing until your sex is completely filled and her hips are touching your ass.
“Oh!” You cry out into Professor Akintola’s face. “That is . . . not bad.”
“I can make it better,” Doctor Kubo says.
Ridges form on the dildo inside you. Doctor Kubo thrusts once and the ridges
feel great. You clench hard around the warm metal. Surprisingly, the dildo
takes your super strength and doesn’t break.
“How tough is this thing?” you ask.
“It is protected by a force field,” Doctor Kubo says. “It can survive a
thousand pounds per square inch of pressure.”
You clench down as hard as you can. The dildo takes it. You let out a laugh.
This is going to be fun.
“There is also a ring mode,” Doctor Kubo says.
The ridges fade back into the dildo and the dildo thickens. No, some portions
of the dildo thicken. Doctor Kubo gives you a test thrust and the contrast of
girths make you shudder.
“Do you prefer ridges or rings?” Doctor Kubo asks.
“Ridges, wait, rings, fuck it! Just fuck me!” you command.
Doctor Kubo grabs your hips. The girth of the dildo shifts to its original form.
The Doctor moves back and forth, sliding the atomic dildo in and out of your
pussy. Her rhythm is perfect. She must be a genius of fucking as well as
science.
You let out a loud moan in front of Professor Akintola’s face. The atomic toy
feels wonderful. The Professor shifts his eyes back and forth between your
moaning mouth and your bouncing cleavage.
Doctor Kubo moans tool. As she fucks you, the double-ended dildo fucks her
as well. Every deep thrust is felt by both of you.
“Would you like vibrations?” Doctor Kubo asks.
“Of course, slave!” you yell.
The dildo buzzes to life inside you. It is intense but you can take it. You
clench the arms of the bondage chair hard enough to leave indentations in the
metal.
“Oh, that is too much,” Doctor Kubo moans. “I will turn it down.”
“Don’t you dare!” you snap.
Doctor Kubo whimpers but she obeys. The intense vibrations remain. She
keeps fucking you but you notice she is going a little slower than before. The
Doctor is also whimpering a lot more. Good, every whimper makes your
pussy clench tighter.
Professor Akintola stares at your cleavage.
“Would you like a bite?” you ask him.
The Professor nods his head.
“Even though it would bring you under my control?” you say.
Professor Akintola sighs and nods again.
“Too bad,” you say.
“I’m coming!” Doctor Kubo screams. She breaks a nail as she squeezes your
invulnerable hips. The dildo comes to a stop as the Doctor quivers behind
you.
“Keep fucking me!” you say.
“I need a moment,” Doctor Kubo whines. “I’m too sensitive.”
“NOW!” you shout.
Doctor Kubo resumes fucking you. She makes pathetic whimpering sounds
as the powerful vibrations fuck her sensitized sex. Her thrusting is a bit
awkward but the obedient slave is doing her best.
It is all too wonderful. The Professor is staring at you as get fucked in inches
in front of him. The poor Doctor is suffering but she is fucking you like you
command. The dildo itself is thick and vibrating. Pleasure surges inside you
and explodes through your body.
You come and you come hard. Bliss fills every part of your body. You cry
out and clench around the sextoy. There is a crackling sound and you feel the
force field give way. Your super pussy crushes the dildo in the throes of your
pleasure.
Sadly, the destruction of the dildo ends the vibrations. You shudder a final
time and then relax.
“Pull out,” you command.
Doctor Kubo pulls out of you. The dildo is a ruined mess but she doesn’t
care. The good Doctor sinks to her knees and bows her head. It is hard to tell
if she is being submissive or is just exhausted.
You stand up and float into the air. With the bound Professor to one side, and
the kneeling Doctor on the other, you relish the dominance you have over
both of them.
The only question now is, what should you do with the both of them? Should
you destroy their lab? Take them outside and degrade them in public? A
dozen ideas flash to mind but quite frankly, you are a little exhausted from
fighting, getting hit with those beams and then getting your brains fucked out.
Wait. Why are you doing the planning when you have a genius right here at
your feet?
“Slave, what is the best way to ruin you and your husband?” you ask.
“The most effective way would be to tell the world about our secret satellite.”
Doctor Kubo says.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP KAEDE!” Professor Akintola screams.
You float closer to Professor Akintola and extend your leg. He chokes as the
flat of your boot presses against his throat. You push a little and his eye bulge
in panic.
“Tell me more, slave” you command.
Doctor Kubo stands up with the shattered dildo dangling between her legs.
She walks over to a computer panel and brings up schematics on the screen.
“The satellite we launched has a laser that can destroy Pinnacle City in thirty
seconds,” Doctor Kubo says. “Eight super-viruses are loaded into missiles
and each one could cut the human population in half. There is also a weather
control vortex projector and an earthquake inducer. The satellite can initiate
ten different doomsday scenarios.
“Fuck,” you whisper. A chill goes down your spine. You rob banks and
sexually humiliate people, but this could destroy the entire planet. “Why the
fuck did you make this?”
Doctor Kubo shrugs. “We got really drunk one night and made it.
Afterwards, we just liked the idea of having a doomsday weapon in orbit. It is
a real turn on.”
“Tell the world about it,” you command Doctor Kubo. “Let everyone know
what you did. Uh, can you deactivate it?”
“Sure, Temptress,” Doctor Kubo says.
“Good. Do that now.”
Doctor Kubo types at the computer. “It is turned off. Should I tell the public
now?”
“Wait five minutes and then make your announcement,” you say. You let go
of Professor Akintola’s throat with your boot. As he chokes for air, you fly
towards the hole in the ceiling you made earlier.
“Where are you going, Temptress?” Doctor Kubo says.
“I’ll be right back,” you lie. “Keep your husband in the chair and ignore
anything he says.” You don’t want to be anywhere near the Doctor when she
tells the world what lurks above them.
“Okay, five minutes and then I am calling the President!” Doctor Kubo says.
She waves goodbye as you fly out into the city as fast as you can.
*Epilogue*
between your feet.
Brett Webber.
“For those just joining us, super-scientist Doctor Kaede Kubo announced last
night that she and her husband, Professor Ovie Akintola, had created a
satellite capable of destroying the human race. The Doctor also announced
that she had shut the deadly satellite down. Federal Authorities immediately
took Doctor Kubo and Professor Akintola into custody. The super hero
known as Space Paladin has recovered the satellite and brought it down to
earth for the government to confiscate. Charges of premeditated mass murder
are expected to be filed later today.
comment, Doctor Kubo turned off the satellite and confessed her super crime
on the orders of the infamous villain, the Temptress. This sources also says
that the Doctor was found nearly naked and wearing some sort of sex device.
Her husband, Professor Akintola was found naked and bound to a chair. It is
unclear how the two of them ended up in this state, and what role the
Temptress might have played.
The end.
Yes, I want to fuck this hero!
“Take your pants off and go lie down on the floor,” you tell the hero.
True Blue pulls his fingers from your pussy. You miss their absence but that
is okay. The feel of his cock will be an upgrade for simple fingers.
The hero glances at the guard and then back at you. Is he thinking about it?
You wiggle the scythe. The ground groans under the weight of the giant trap.
The guard makes another whimpering sound.
True Blue reaches for his pants. He pulls aside a hidden fold and undoes a
button. Down goes the zipper to reveal white cloth. You expect him to strip
but he bends over first to unlace his boots.
“Hurry up,” you snap. Your hand goes to your pussy. Palming your sex, you
resist the urge to hump your hand.
True Blue takes off one boot and then the other. He stands back up and grabs
his waistband. Back down he goes, pulling his pants to his feet. He steps out
of them and tosses them aside.
Tight white underwear stretches across his bulge. The shape of his cock is
clearly outlined. The tip is thick and enticingly wide.
True Blue sits down on the ground. He lays back and stares at the ceiling of
the museum.
“You left your underwear on,” you say.
“You didn’t mention my underwear,” True Blue says.
“Fuck it, I will rip it off myself,” you say.
You pull on the scythe and step forward. The giant blade falls behind you,
slamming into the ground. The security guard is safe for now.
True Blue stays where he is. You fly over to him and look down at his prone
body. His bulge throbs underneath the tent of his underwear.
You reach for True Blue’s crotch. The hero sits up in a flash and grabs your
wrists. The tips of your fingers brush his underwear.
“What are you doing?” you snap. “Lay back down!”
True Blue shakes his head. There is a smile on his face. Oh shit, he is done
listening to you.
The hero holds onto your wrists and snaps his arms back. Caught by surprise,
you slam into the ground behind him. Pain shoots across your back as you
smack into the hard floor.
“Oh, you fucker,” you growl.
True Blue rolls over to his feet, still holding onto your wrists. He is too strong
to resist as you are rolled over onto your stomach. You climb to one knee and
something pale smashes into your nose.
It is True Blue’s knee. Your head snaps back and stars explode in front of
your face.
The hero pulls you forward as he brings his knee up again. It catches you on
the jaw and it feels like a train hit you.
“Let . . . go . . .” you muster.
You look up at True Blue holding your hands. Three copies of his face look
down at you. Darkness rings the edge of your vision.
True Blue lets go of your hands. The fool! You got him now!
You take to the air. Something grabs your ankle. The museum spins. The
floor rushes towards you. Something hard smashes into the back of your
head.
Pain explodes through your skull and you fall mercifully unconscious.
You awake with a start. Heavy restraints weigh down your wrists. Rough
fibers encircle your body. You look at your shirt. Why is it orange?
There are other problems. Bare stone walls surround you. There is a metal
door but it has a green glow. A bright light shines down on you from the
ceiling. The only furnishing is a steel toilet.
Oh fuck. This is the holding cell for super people at the Pinnacle City police
headquarters. The door is glowing because it is protected by a force field.
You pull on your restraints. They dig into your skin and show no sign of
giving. Undoubtedly, they are made of some metal you have never heard of
that holds super strong people.
What happened? True Blue defeated you. He was so worried about your
hostage that he never gave into temptation. The hero kept his focus, while
you let your guard down for a large bulge in tight underwear.
“Fuck him,” you say. You wonder how you are going to get out of here. Will
you be able to seduce the guards? Will that shithead billionaire, Geoff, try to
rescue you? Maybe you can find a weak spot in your restraints and break
free?
You start to work on your plans but it is hard to concentrate. Memories of
True Blue’s perfect cheekbones and unseen cock fill your mind. You have
never had a single regret since you became the Temptress, but you are having
them now.
The end.
I will touch Professor Akintola and enjoy both of them.
“Get on your knees, slave,” you tell Doctor Kubo. You let go of her and she
drops to the floor.
Not bothering to see if Doctor Kubo obeys, you float over to Professor
Akintola. He leans back as far as the chair will allow him. His jaw trembles
as you reach for him.
“I will never obey you!” Professor Akintola says.
“Liar,” you say.
You push your fingers into Professor Akintola’s mouth. He tries to bite down
but you barely feel it. Your fingers are still wet with his wife’s spit. You jam
them into his mouth and wait.
It doesn’t take long. The biting subsides. Professor Akintola’s eyes close. His
tongue licks your fingers. You watch his cheeks cave as he sucks down.
You pull your fingers from his lips. The Professor moans in disappointment.
“Please,” Professor Akintola moans.
You press the release catch on the side of the chair. The clamp pop open.
Professor Akintola stands up and rushes you. He tries to bury his face in your
cleavage. You push him away before he can get a single lick.
“Strip,” you command the Professor.
You float back towards Doctor Kubo. The kneeling Doctor squints at you
with hopeful eyes. You pull on the snaps of your spandex thong. The snaps
give way and your thong pops free to reveal your bare sex. You float in front
of the Doctor and pull her head to your crotch.
Doctor Kubo eagerly dives in. She seals her mouth to your pussy lips and
licks. Her tongue is a rapid instrument probing inside of you.
Professor Akintola is naked. His clothes lie scattered around him. The
Professor has nice lean muscles under his dark skin. His cock is as long and
slender as the rest of him. He leans from one side to the other, barely
containing his excitement.
“Crawl to me.” you command. “Crawl behind me and eat my ass.”
The Professor drops to his knees. He crawls rapidly towards you, his long
cock twitching between his legs. Taking his place behind you, he grabs your
buttocks and spreads them apart. He leans in and his tongue flick the outside
of your asshole.
You shudder between the two talented mouths. Doctor Kubo’s tongue is
forceful and hungry, diving deep and licking your most intimate areas.
Professor Akintola’s tongue is light and teasing, sensitizing your ass with
each glancing flick. The contrast of styles complements each other in sensual
harmony.
“Slave, grab your husband’s dick,” you command. “Squeeze and pull. Make
sure he hurts.”
Doctor Kubo obeys. She reaches between your floating legs and grabs her
husband’s cock. Professor Akintola cries out into your ass. You can’t tell
what she is doing, but judging from his whimpering, it must hurt a lot.
“Keep licking, meat,” you command Professor Akintola.
He moans but you feel his tongue go back to work.
“Good, meat,” you say. “Now reach across and grab your wife’s breast. Make
sure you hurt her.”
Professor Akintola nods with his face buried in your ass. He reaches between
your legs and savagely grabs a small breast. Doctor Kubo screams into your
pussy. Unlike her husband, she keeps licking through the pain.
“Perfect,” you say. “Keep holding onto one another and get me off.”
Two mouths moan in submission.
Doctor Kubo nuzzles harder against your sex; licking with a frantic need
inside your pussy. One hand on her husband’s cock, she uses the other hand
to touch your sex. She slips a finger into your wet slit and pumps it while her
tongue licks. The perfect rhythm of tongue and fingers are frequently
interrupted by cries of pain but the Doctor keeps working.
Professor Akintola pushes the tip of his tongue into your tight asshole;
licking where no tongue was meant to go. One hand still on his wife’s breast,
he uses the other hand to pull and squeeze on your buttock. The kneading of
your ass makes your asshole clench around his bold tongue. The only time
his tongue retreats is when the grip on his cock becomes too great and he
must cry out.
The combination of tongues, fingers, and shouts of pain overwhelm you. The
pleasure in your pussy and ass seem to grown and merge until everything
below your waist feels euphoric. You soar in ecstasy and crash into an
orgasm.
“FUCK!” you shout. You spasm in the air between the two obedient mouths.
When you come, your pussy clenches around Doctor Kubo’s fingers with
super strength. Only the slickness of your sex allows the Doctor to pull her
fingers out before they are crushed. Her tongue retreats and licks the outside
of your shuddering lips.
A similar fate almost happens to Professor Akintola. Her buttocks clench
together with incredible force. The Professor snaps his head back just in time
to avoid having his cheeks crushed. Undeterred, he plants kisses on your ass.
“Enough!” you say as you push both of them away. “Meat, lie down on the
ground.”
Professor Akintola groans but gets on the ground. His cock is a bright red
from whatever his wife was doing to it but it is still hard. He rolls onto his
back and stares at you with worshipping eyes.
“Slave, straddle your husband’s face so I don’t have to see it.”
Doctor Kubo climbs onto her husband’s face. An angry handprint decorates
her right breast. She sits down facing his cock. The Professor groans
underneath her, but the Doctor muffles his mouth by closing her thighs
around his head.
You float down towards Professor Akintola’s cock. There is a red ring around
the head of his dark cock from where his wife had tormented him. He
flinches when you touch it, but you hold onto it. You guide it into your wet
sex as you straddle his hips.
Professor Akintola’s back arches. His hips rise up to thrust into you. He grabs
your thighs and squeezes.
“Hands down!” you snap and the Professor puts his hands on the ground.
“Now eat your wife,” you command. “I want to hear her moan.”
Doctor Kubo immediately shudders. Her mouth drops open and her eyes
close. She leans forward and grinds on her husband’s face.
You rock back and forth on the Professor’s cock. The slender member is deep
inside of you. His hips try to move but your flight power as superior strength
keep him pinned down.
Doctor Kubo moans. As you she does, you lean forward and grab the breast
that her husband didn’t abuse. Your hand squeezes and her moan turns into a
cry of pain.
Professor Akintola comes. You are not surprised as few men can last long
inside your powerful pussy. Hot seed fills you as you keep grinding.
“Don’t you dare go soft on me, meat,” you command.
Professor Akintola says something but you can’t hear him with Doctor Kubo
sitting on his face.
You let go of Doctor Kubo’s breast and pull her head towards your breast.
The Doctor opens her mouth and takes your nipple between her lips. Sharp
teeth bite down on your invulnerable breast. It feels like a slight prick.
The Professor’s cock stays hard inside of you. As the Doctor bites your
nipple, you grind harder and faster. With one scientist trapped beneath you
and the other pinned to your breast, you relish your dominance over them.
Doctor Kubo reaches for your sex. You are about to admonish her when her
fingers stroke the outside of your lips. The touch is the perfect complement to
the long cock inside.
You come. It is a fast orgasm and you come hard. Pleasure fills your body.
You quiver and fight hard to keep from clenching the Professor’s dick off.
“Stop,” you say. You push Doctor Kubo away and float up into the air.
Professor Akintola’s cock falls out of you, covered in seed and your juices.
Doctor Kubo squints up at you, still sitting on her husband’s face. “What
now, Temptress? I would do anything for you.”
Professor Akintola says something under his wife’s pussy.
“Get up so I can hear what the meat has to say.”
Doctor Kubo dismounts from her husband’s head. He sits up with juices
smeared across his face. Amazingly, his cock is still hard.
“I would do anything for you as well!” Professor Akintola says.
“I know you would,” you say. “I just haven’t decided if either of you is
worthy yet to serve me further.”
“Test me, Temptress!” Doctor Kubo says. She stands up. “I will build you
anything you want! Just tell me what you desire!”
“No, test me, Temptress!” Professor Akintola says. He stands up beside his
wife. “Anything she can make, I can make better!”
“Let’s see about that,” you say. “I want you two to fight for me. Arm
yourselves with your best weapons and go to Atlas Square. Whoever defeats
the other will have the honor of pleasuring me again. The battle will begin in
thirty minutes, so hurry!”
“Yes, Temptress!” Doctor Kubo says as she rushes to a rack of equipment.
“I will prove myself!” Professor Akintola says as he runs over to a computer
terminal.
“I’ll go ahead to Atlas Square,” you say. “You won’t see me, but rest assure
that I will be watching. Don’t stop fighting until I declare a winner.”
You fly up to the hole in the ceiling and out of their secret laboratory. The
Professor and Doctor are too busy equipping themselves to watch you leave.
You fly out into the night sky and back towards the center of the city.
It only takes a few minutes to reach Atlas Square. It looks very crowded
tonight. You keep flying and head for home. When the scientists have their
fight here, you want to be far away from it.
*Epilogue*
between your feet.
On the television screen is live video from Atlas Square. A statue is covered
in ice. Three tree stumps are smoldering. There are giant cracks in the
ground. The wreckage of a robot is sparking. The video switches to local
“That was live footage of Atlas Square, still in ruins due to a late-night fight
between famous scientist couple, Professor Akintola and Doctor Kubo. The
married couple descended on Atlas Square with robots and other inventions.
The two fought each other until several local heroes were able to intervene
and subdue the couple. Thirty-one bystanders and seventeen police officers
were injured in the battle.
The cause of the battle is still under investigation but Channel Six news
spoke to one eye witness who has a theory.
The screen cuts to an older man with white hair, thick glasses and a fantastic
mustache. “I was there when the fight started and the black dude with the ray
gun was screaming for the Temptress to watch him while he blasted some
robots. The Asian chick with the bigger ray gun was screaming that the black
dude wasn’t worthy of the Temptress. They kept yelling at each other about
the Temptress while they fought. I think she is banging both of them and they
just found out.”
multiple charges of assault, destruction of public property, resisting arrest and
possession of weapons of mass destruction.
According to a survey posted on our website, seventy-eight percent of you
think the battle was a domestic dispute involving the Temptress. After the
break, a panel of experts will discuss why two outstanding citizens with a
history of public service would throw it all away for one beautiful
supervillain.”
The end.
No, I stick with the safe choice of mutual handjobs.
You reach with your free hand for True Blue’s bulge. The hero gasps as you
squeeze his erection. His fingers stiffen inside of you, almost as still as his
cock.
“Don’t stop stroking me,” you command.
“You are violating my boundaries,” True Blue says.
“Really?” you say. “I don’t see you stopping me.” You give his bulge another
squeeze. The thick member underneath throbs in response.
True Blue points at the security guard. “He is the only reason I am touching
your private space. I am only letting you touch me in order to protect this
innocent man’s life.”
“Hmm,” you say. “The hard cock I am feeling says otherwise.”
You pull on the hero’s bulge. The fabric is too rough to be spandex, but too
flimsy to be leather or cloth. It must be some new fabric created by a helpful
scientist. Whatever it is, the costume lets you get a good grip on the thick
shaft underneath.
“The hardening of my penis is purely from friction and not attraction,” True
Blue says.
You snort. “I didn’t know heroes lie. Push deeper inside of me.”
True Blue frowns but he does as you command. His fingers sink inside your
slick sex. It is not a cock but it fills you nice enough.
You grip True Blue’s shaft and stroke it. The pants make it awkward but you
make it work. It would be better if you could wrap your hands fully around
his thickness but the hero would never allow you to slip your hand into his
pants.
Or would he?
“Fuck me,” you say again.
True Blue’s cheeks blush. He shakes his head. His eyes dart down to your
exposed breasts.
“Never,” he says.
You tighten your grip as you stroke. “Never? You mean that you never want
to slip this hard dick inside of me? You can feel how wet I am. Oh wait, no
you can’t. You have your gloves on. Okay, but you can hear how wet I am
can’t you? Listen.”
True Blue’s jaw closes in defiance. He slows down with his stroking of your
pussy.
You smile and clench. True Blue gasps as he feels your super strength around
his fingers. You grind your hips and fuck his hand.
There is a soft squelching sound from your pussy. The sound is faint but
steadily grows.
“Never!” True Blue shouts.
“Shh,” you tell him. You grind faster and the sound of your pussy getting
fingered grows louder.
“Surrender, Temptress, and I will not tell the authorities about this sexual
assault.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” you swear. “You are just not going to shut up, are
you?”
You squeeze True Blue’s bulge with more of your super strength. The hero
takes it. Not only does he take it, but he also groans. He bites his lip in an
almost boyish manner.
“I know you like this,” you say. You stroke a little harder and a little faster.
“No,” True Blue says, shaking his head. His fingers have stopping moving
inside of you.
“Oh, but you do,” you say. “You think my hand is tight, just imagine my
pussy around your cock.”
“Sweet Baby Jesus,” True Blue moans. His fingers pull from your sex. He
grabs your wrist with his wet hand.
“No, no,” you caution him. The giant scythe creaks as you push it forward an
inch.
True Blue lets go of your hand like it is electric. He clenches his eyes shut as
you stroke him. His hips move and he thrusts ever so slightly into your hand.
“Just say the word, and I will let you fuck me,” you say. “You can push
inside my tight super pussy as deep as you want. That monster dick might be
a little too big for me but I would take it for you.”
True Blue’s eyes pop open. “No,” he barely whispers.
You let go of the scythe and grab his hand. You pull his wet fingers to your
mouth. As True Blue stares at you, you take his juice-covered fingers
between your lips.
“Oh my God,” he whispers.
You suck on his fingers. The taste of your pussy fills your mouth. Your
tongue does perverse swirls around his fingers.
“No, no, NO!” True Blue yells.
There is an explosion in True Blue’s pants. Literally. There is a shockwave in
his pants and come flies from his waistband. The bulge pulses in your grip
like a pump. A dark stain forms on his crotch and grows bigger by the
second.
“Holy shit,” you say, taking his hand from your mouth. “How much come do
you have?”
True Blue is too busy groaning to answer. He falls to his knees. The bulge in
his pants rises and falls as he pumps more seed into his pants.
This is your chance. You let go of the scythe and scoop up the bag of jewelry
that true Blue collected for you. As the scythe rolls forward, True Blue’s eyes
snap open and he lunges for the giant blade.
You take to the air and fly as fast as you can. There is a heavy crash as True
Blue knocks the immense scythe to the side. You don’t look back as you
crash through the museum galley windows.
The night air is cold on your exposed tits. Glass rains from the window and
down onto the crowd assembled below. You see security guards stare up at
your nearly naked body. One of them whistles in appreciation.
Police sirens wail and flashing lights are coming down the street. You got out
of there just in time. Giving the crowd an obscene gesture, you fly into the
sky with your stolen loot.
*Epilogue*
Brett Webber.
the villain’s target. Sources tell us that the Temptress absconded with the
entire collection of Nefertiti’s jewelry. Sources also tell us that the villain was
in a state of undress.
Pinnacle City’s own hero, True Blue, was at the scene of the crime but he left
before being questioned by police. Stan Hartley, a security guard, was a
witness to the crime.
The news show cuts to the guard you took hostage last night. He looks
flushed and wild-eyed.
“Temptress broke into my office and took me hostage! She said if I didn’t
give her any trouble, that she would suck my c-BEEP! She tied me up and
tossed me under that big nasty trap thing! She forced True Blue to get all the
jewelry and then he she forced him to touch her t-BEEP! And then finger her
s-BEEP! She ja-BEEP! True Blue off and then she left! I never got my bl-
BEEP!”
“The police are requesting that True Blue come in for questioning on last
night’s events. Anyone with information on the current whereabouts of the
Temptress are encouraged to call local authorities. Billionaire playboy,
Nathan North, has offered a million-dollar reward to anyone who can provide
information resulting in the recovery of Nefertiti’s jewelry. Noted scientists,
Professor Akintola and Doctor Kubo, have announced that they are working
on a robot that will be able to track the rare gems stolen in the robbery.”
According to a survey posted on our website, twenty-three percent of you say
that True Blue helped the Temptress because she had a hostage. Seventy-
seven percent of you say that True Blue helped the villain in exchange for
sexual favors. After the break, a panel of experts will discuss why True
Blue’s reputation as a hero has been compromised by last night’s events.”
television.
The end.
Yes, I owe these two a world of hurt.
You lunge forward with all of your strength, but also use your flight power to
give you momentum. The tentacles hold onto your hands and feet but there is
the sound of motors straining. You tilt forward at a forty-five degree angle
and keep pulling.
Doctor Kubo backs away from you. Her brown eyes are wide with fear
behind her glasses. She holds her pain gauntlets in front of her like shields.
“Increase the tentacle power, Ovie!” Doctor Kubo screams.
“It is at one hundred and twenty percent!” Professor Akintola screams.
You grit your teeth and push. The stinging pain in your pussy is all the
motivation you need.
The tentacle around your right hand breaks first. Sparks fly from the other
tentacles. More tentacles try to wrap around you but you rip them out with
your free hand. One more surge with your flight power, and you kick free of
the last tentacle.
“Shit!” Doctor Kubo screams. She turns to run.
You fly to Doctor Kubo and grab her by her long black hair. Panic makes the
Doctor keep pulling. You grab her by the shoulder before she yanks her own
hair out. Doctor Kubo spins around and swings at you but you grab each hand
right below the wrist.
Doctor Kubo stares up at your face. She shakes with fear. “Please, it was for
science!”
“This is for me,” you say.
You force Doctor Kubo’s arms to touch herself with her pain gauntlets. With
your super strength, it is ridiculously easy. You pull one arm down so she
touches her ass with her gauntlet. The other hand, you force to touch her
latex-covered breast.
Doctor Kubo screams. She shakes and squirms but you hold onto her.
WHIRR! There is a familiar sound behind you. It is that damn weapon they
used earlier!
You spin around, holding Doctor Kubo in front of you. There is a flash of
yellow and Doctor Kubo screams louder as the beam hits her. She passes out
immediately.
“Kaede!” Professor Akintola yells. He turns off the stimulator weapon in his
hands.
You throw Doctor Kubo at him. Professor Akintola screams as his wife
crashes into him. You fly over to him right as he pushes Doctor Kubo off. As
he tries to crawl away, you drop down and place your boot on his chest.
Professor Akintola gasps as you pin him to the ground.
“Please!” Professor Akintola says. “I didn’t want to hurt you! My wife, she
was the one who wanted to spank you! I just wanted to test a condom!”
You press down harder with your boot. Professor Akintola’s dark brown
faces pales.
“You talk like I am interested in what you have to say,” you reply.
Professor Akintola shuts his mouth.
“Look, you’re a genius after all,” you say.
A dozen revenge plans go through your mind. You could crush his rib cage
right now with your foot. One of the broken tentacles could go up his ass.
You could spank him, and you wouldn’t need pain gauntlets to make him
scream for mercy.
You rub your throat and remember the choking tentacle. Hmm, you owe him
for that. Maybe some good old-fashioned strangling would make you feel
better. The problem is, if you touch the Professor, he would just enjoy it.
Wait, there was that body condom that Doctor Kubo had. If you wore that,
you could choke the Professor as much as you want. It would be fun to crush
his weak throat between your thighs.
As tempting as that is, you have to admit the Professor is handsome. Maybe it
would be better to touch him and make him your willing slave. After the
weird pain-induced orgasm you just had, a fuck with a cock might be a good
palate-cleanser. And just because he is your obedient slave, doesn’t mean you
still can’t hurt him.
What do you do with the helpless Professor Akintola?
Touch the handsome Professor and make him pleasure me.
Put on the body condom and choke him for my amusement.
I command True Blue to masturbate.
“Spit into your hand,” you say.
True Blue’s grim composure breaks into something that is almost fear.
“No,” he whispers.
“I am tired of that word coming out of your mouth,” you say. You wiggle the
scythe in your other hand. The blade grinds back and forth on the floor. The
guard whimpers louder.
“If you deny me one more time, I will turn this man into a floor stain and it
will be your fault!”
True Blue nods at you. The fear has turned into anger. He raises his hand and
spits into it.
“Good, now grab your cock,” you say.
The hero glares at you as he grips for his cock. A flicker of pleasure appears
on his face but he suppresses it. He holds his shaft and does nothing else.
“You know what to do next,” you say. “Jack that thick hero meat.”
True Blue starts to say something but his eyes flicker to the hostage. He
slowly strokes his cock. His eyes look up at you and a shudder runs through
him.
“Not so bad, is it?” you say. You slowly stroke your pussy as you watch him.
“Just a normal biological reaction,” True Blue says.
“Yeah, your biology wants to fuck mine,” you say.
True Blue doesn’t answer.
You let go of your pussy for a moment and reach for the zipper on your top.
True Blue strokes a little faster as you pull the zipper down. The purple
spandex parts and you pull one of your breasts free.
“Oh, you like that,” you say to the hero.
True Blue shakes his head. “I am just making sure you don’t let go of the
scythe.”
“Sure, you were,” you say. You pinch your nipple. A spark of pain goes
straight from your breast to your wet sex.
There is a groan. It doesn’t come from you; it came from True Blue. The hero
realizes what he has done and his cheeks flush to a deep crimson. He stops
stroking and looks away.
“Hands back on your cock!” you snap.
True Blue obeys. He grabs his cock instantly. You didn’t even have to
threaten to kill the guard.
“Keep watching,” you command. You pull out your other breast from your
parted top. This time you grab your breast and squeeze as hard as you can.
True Blue clamps his mouth shut. He pumps his thick cock a little tighter.
There is a slight bend to his knees.
“This could be your hand,” you taunt. “You could sink your fingers into my
tit. I would even let you pinch my nipple. It would turn me on. I won’t let you
though. You are just not my type.”
True Blue murmurs something but it is hard to tell what it is with his
clenched lips.
“Spit into your hand and stroke harder,” you demand.
True Blue spits into his hand and resumes jerking himself. He is faster now.
His lips part for a groan.
You let go of your breast and go back to your pussy. Your fingers glide over
your slick sex lips. Electric desire runs up your spine.
“Cup your balls,” you order.
There is no hesitation. True Blue holds his balls with his other hand. Without
being told, his fingers move and fondle his scrotum.
A shudder goes through you. The hero is quick to learn! A little more training
and he would do anything you ask. Would you start with training his mouth
or breaking in that giant cock?
True Blue groans and your daydreams melt away. What is happening right
now is hot enough. Muscles ripple on the hero’s arm as he pumps himself.
Those powerful legs keep bending as the pleasure overwhelms him. The
perfect cheekbones are no longer blushing but are flushed with pure desire.
You grind your fingers harder into your pussy. Your fingers push in and out.
It is tempting to let your other hand join in but you don’t want to let go of the
scythe. You limit yourself to one hand and fuck yourself.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” True Blue groans. He picks up speed with his stroking.
The hand is a blur around his thick shaft.
“I am going to come, hero,” you say.
True Blue shakes his head but he doesn’t say anything.
“Oh yes, and you are going to watch me,” you say. “Watch me come while
you beat your meat.”
True Blue bites his lip as he pumps his cock harder.
Your fingers send you over the edge. You come hard and scream into the
empty museum. Pleasure grips your body like a clenched fist. You float into
the air, high on euphoria.
True Blue cries out. A flood of come shoots from his cock, across the
museum and right at you!
Seed splashes into your face. It hits with the force of a geyser. Hot semen
covers your face and rocks your head back. You lift a hand to block it but a
second surge hits your breasts and sends you flying back.
The ground creaks as the scythe rolls forward. You expect to hear the gagged
scream of the guard but instead, you hear a crashing sound as the giant stone
trap is knocked on its side.
You wipe your face. The hero’s come is incredibly sticky. It clings to your
face and tits.
Someone grabs the back of your head. It must be True Blue. Before you can
say anything, something hard smashes into your face. Pain explodes in your
face, followed quickly by oblivion.
You awake with a start. Heavy restraints weigh down your wrists. Rough
fibers encircle your body. You open your eyes. Harsh light glares down from
below. The smell of industrial cleaner assaults your nose.
Where the fuck are you? You sit up and look around. The walls are bare and
made of concrete. There is a metal door but it has a green glow. The bright
light is coming from a single light in the ceiling. A steel toilet mocks you
from the corner.
Oh shit. You have seen this place on television. This is the holding cell for
super people at the Pinnacle City police headquarters. The door is glowing
because it is protected by a force field.
You pull on your restraints. They dig into your skin and show no sign of
giving. Undoubtedly, they are made of some metal you have never heard of
that holds super strong people.
What happened? True Blue happened. The super-powered body came with a
super cock. You weren’t expecting a come blast from such a distance. Did he
know? Probably. He blinded you with a surprise facial and then took you out.
He also saved that guard. He is a goddamn hero.
“Damn,” you say. That kind of dirty fighting appeals to you. It is kind of
impressive. The next time you meet, you will not underestimate him.
That assumes you are getting out of here. Of course, you are! You have been
defeated but you will bounce back. These restraints look tough but maybe
there is a weak link. If the guards are careless, you will touch one and bring
him under your power. Shit, that worm, Geoff, might actually rescue you
somehow. One way or another, you will get out.
It just might take a while.
The end.
I order True Blue to expose himself to the guards outside.
“Change of plans, handsome,” you tell True Blue. “Don’t move.”
You pull on the scythe so it falls away from the prone guard. Before True
Blue can react, you fly to the guard and pick him up by the throat. The guard
goes limp in your grip as he blisses out on your touch. You fly over to the
bag of loot that True Blue collected and pick it up with your other hand.
“Okay, now let’s go out the front door,” you say.
True Blue stares up at you. “No,” he says but you are not sure if he is defying
you or trying to deny what is happening.
You shake the guard in your grip. He flails helplessly in your hand.
“Say no again and I snap his neck,” you say.
True Blue opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again and closes it again. He
looks around, desperate for something he has overlooked. When he sees
nothing, his shoulders sag and he looks back up at you.
“If you kill him, I will not rest until you are brought to justice,” True Blue
says.
“Yeah, I think we covered that already,” you say. “Now go! Out the front
door with your giant cock!”
True Blue gives you a final glare before heading for the door. Damn, you
need to take hostages more often. The mighty hero strides to the front of the
museum and pulls the door open.
“Hey! It’s True-Jesus! Look at that wang!”
A crowd of security guards had assembled at the front door. They fall back
from the naked hero and fill the steps leading up to the museum. Some of the
fuckers take out their cell phones to record the moment. The women guards
are openly leering at the hero. So are a few of the male guards.
You fly behind True Blue, still carrying your hostage and your loot. The
crowd of museum security guards screams when they see you.
“It’s Temptress!”
“She’s got Stan!”
“Check out those tits!”
You fly above the crowd and hold Stan out. “Nobody move! If I see one
person running away, I will snap this guy’s neck!”
The guards freeze in place.
“True Blue! Do something!” one of the guards yells.
“Yeah, True Blue, do something,” you mock. “Jack your dick for the crowd.”
True Blue looks up at you and crosses his arms. Cute, he is not saying no but
he is defying you.
“Fine,” you yell. “I’ll squeeze this worm’s neck until his head pops off.”
You tighten your grip with a tiny fraction of your super strength. The guard
kicks his legs. The guards down below scream in terror.
True Blue grabs his dick. Glaring up at you, he strokes his cock.
You loosen your grip on the hostage. He stops kicking.
The guards ignore you and look at True Blue. The women guards stare with
obvious lust but most of the men look away. Some of them have their hands
over their eyes.
“No, no, no!” you yell. “All of you look at True Blue, you homophobic
fucks! I want every pair of eyes on him and his massive cock!”
The crowd unhappily obeys. A few of them are trying to hide their glee. Two
of them have kept their cell phones out and are recording the hero.
“Faster, True Blue!” you yell. “Give the guards a show!”
One of the women guards screams her appreciation but stops herself when
her fellow guards give her a dirty look.
True Blue, to your surprise, obeys. He strokes his thick meat with long hard
strokes. You realize that you should have told him to spit in his hand first, but
oh well. The hero’s cock can take it.
The hostage squirms in your grip. Oh yeah, you have him by the throat. The
guy is about to pass out. You sling him over your shoulder. There, that should
settle him down.
Below you, True Blue continues to pump his cock. Every eye is on him. The
women look enraptured while the men look intimidated. More cell phones
come out. The guards know the hero is doing this under duress but they still
want to share the experience.
You might be a bad person, but sometimes you think social media is the real
villain.
“Hurry up, True Blue,” you yell. “I have things to do tonight and I can’t
waste it watching you beat your little meat.”
A chorus of boos rise from the crowd. They disagree with you trying to size
shame the hung hero. That’s fair.
“You have to the count of ten to come,” you yell. “If you don’t come, I kill
the hostage!”
The crowd gasps in horror.
True Blue stares at you but he doesn’t answer. He reaches down with his
other hand and cups the head of his cock. While one hand pumps, the other
pulls on his tip.
“One!” you yell.
True Blue pumps harder.
“Two!”
The hero closes his eyes. Is he picturing you? Probably.
“Three!”
More of the guards take out their cell phones. It is not often you get to see a
hero come.
“Four! Five! Six!”
True Blue strokes faster as you speed up the count.
“Seven!”
“You can do it, True Blue!” a woman’s voice yells from the crowd.
“Eight!”
True Blue’s hand is a blur. Muscles bulge along his thick arms as he strokes.
“Nine!”
A gush of seed flies from True Blue’s cock. It is like a water cannon between
his legs. Come slams into the crowd of security guards and knocks over the
people in the front.
“Holy shit,” you whisper. That is a lot of come.
True Blue keeps coming. Another load of seed fires from his super cock and
splatters against the guards. A third load arcs high in the air and hits the
people in the back.
The guards scream in terror and disgust. The crowd turns into a mob as they
try to flee. Guards slip on semen and tumble down the stairs. People climb
over their fallen colleagues and get hit with more seed from the spurting hero.
You watch in wonder. Where does all that seed come from? It is a good thing
you didn’t make him jack off in front of you. That would have been a full
body facial!
The sound of police sirens interrupts your thoughts. Flashing lights from
police cars are coming down the street. It is time to go.
You toss your hostage into the crowd. He screams through his gag as he falls.
The heavy guard falls on three of his fellow guards. All of them slide down
the come-soaked steps.
“Temptress, stop!” True Blue yells from the ground. His thick cock spurts
one final load into the ground.
You laugh and fly into the night sky with your bag of stolen jewelry.
*Epilogue*
Brett Webber.
the villain’s target. Sources say that the Temptress escaped with the ancient
Queen’s jewelry
Early last night, security at the museum was evacuated due to a possible fire.
Local hero, True Blue, was at the museum guarding the exhibit and did not
evacuate. Shortly thereafter, True Blue left the museum wearing nothing but
his mask. The Temptress accompanied him, carrying a bag of what is
assumed to be the jewelry, as well as a captured guard.
Eyewitness report that the Temptress instructed True Blue to perform an act
of sexual gratification or she would end the hostage’s life. True Blue engaged
in the requested activity. The resulting discharge of bodily fluids injured
fourteen people and damaged the concrete steps.
After witnessing the sexual act, Temptress released her hostage and escaped.
Eyewitness took video of the hostage proceedings but the footage is too
graphic to be shown here. Copies of the video were uploaded to social media
and various websites. Videos of the discharge are the number one searched
item on internet search engine, Joojle.
True Blue immediately left the scene and refused to answer questions.
Guards who were injured by the hero’s bodily fluids were rushed to local
hospitals. Museum employees are in the process of trying to catalog the
damaged items as well as sanitizing the front of the museum.
Anyone with information on the current whereabouts of the Temptress are
Akintola and Doctor Kubo, have announced they will work on a machine that
will help with the sanitation efforts.”
that True Blue enjoyed his act of sexual exposure. After the break, a panel of
experts will discuss whether True Blue is a secret exhibitionist.”
television.
The end.

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