The Adventures of the Amazon Avenger, Chapter 4: Played and Laid

Trey had tossed her a throw pillow and his silk robe and left her lying on the marble by his bed all night. When she woke up, she was still tired and sore.

"Morning," Trey said. He sipped a mimosa as he watched her from an enormous leather armchair.

Daria rose slowly to her feet. "If you’re going to make me your bitch, at least you could get me a doghouse," she snapped.

Trey laughed. "Got one. And you best hope you never see it. Go to your room and get all prettied up, come back when you’re dressed."

The twins were waiting for her, still in the same smooth gold bikinis. Do they sleep in those things? Daria wondered. Their cool courtesy bordered on cold, but after she’d showered they helped with her hair and makeup. She had to admit they made her look great; her long ink-black hair falling soft and smooth around her face, lips flawlessly painted a sweet shade of pink, and subtly applied blush to bring out her high cheekbones.

Her costume hadn’t survived her encounter with the Deadriders. "I didn’t pack for this," she told the twins.

Brandy smiled. "It’s all right," she said.

"We’ve got just the thing," Sherry said.

"Just the thing" turned out to be a black stilettos and a tight turquoise latex dress with a very low square neckline. No bra, no panties.

"Guess I’m going commando?" she asked. The twins giggled. "Trey hates waiting," Brandy told her.

Better than a thong and a bustier, Daria thought. She shrugged as she stepped onto the shoes and the twins zipped her up.

When she was dressed, Daria went downstairs to Trey’s study. Immaculate in a white silk suit and bright gold tie, he looked her over carefully. He pulled her close and held her by the waist with a satisfied smirk.

"Very nice," he said admiringly, running a hand over her hip. "Good fit. Looks right. Let’s go."

"Where?’ Daria asked.

"Big meeting," he said. "You’ll see."

They ate breakfast in the limo. Daria didn’t get as much to eat as she’d like – like a kid with a new toy, Trey couldn’t keep his hands off her. But she had to admit those hands knew just what they were doing; she could almost forget he was a criminal blackmailing her into being his sex toy. The silent rage at the core of her formed a hard, dark ball, glowing red.

The limo stopped in front of a shiny glass and steel tower downtown. Trey pushed her onto her back next to him.

"Listen," he said, squeezing her breasts. "You’re mine now, you do what I want. Who I want. Clear?"

Daria nodded. His hands slid down her body and pulled her skirt up over her hips. As she parted her legs expectantly, he fished around in his pockets for a small black cylinder and a matching remote.

"It’s a vibrator, baby," he told her as he gently worked it into her pussy. "Remote control. I turn it on, it turns you on. Like this."

He pressed a button, and Daria felt the little egg humming inside her. She moaned, reaching down to touch herself where all those nice sensations were. Trey smiled and shut it off.

"Good girl." He lifted her to a sitting position next to him and watched her tuck her breasts back into her dress.

"Let’s do this," Trey said, stepping out of the limo with a magnum of champagne.

The elevator opened on a top-floor penthouse living room; on one side a serpentine bar, on the other a sunken sitting area with black leather couches and a long low table in the same black marble as the bar. The far wall was floor-to-ceiling tempered glass letting in the soft warm sun. Daria could see her own penthouse a few blocks away. She stopped the longing with the hard dark ball in her heart, felt its heat searing the open wound.

Several thugs in expensive but ill-fitting suits lounged around the room. A middle-aged man in a tailored slate chalk-striped suit stepped over to them, his thin lips curved in what he probably thought was a smile. "Trey Gunn," he said. "Glad you could come."

"Frank Grimes," Trey said. "Wouldn’t miss it."

"No bodyguards, Trey?" Grimes looked Daria over with obvious relish, his wandering eyes finally settling (predictably) on her spectacular cleavage. "Quite a tasty treat you’ve got there. I hope you brought enough for everyone!"

"Plenty to go around." Trey laughed and handed him the champagne. "Just a little somethin’ I picked up, you know?"

"You remember where, you let me know!"

"Count on that," Trey said, leading Daria to a seat facing the door. "Mr. Z here yet?"

"He’s on his way up," Grimes said. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Chambord and a shot glass," Trey said.

Grimes brought him the sweet raspberry liqueur. "Chambord shots? Never heard of that."

Trey grinned. "Look and learn, Frank."

He poured a shot, then dribbled a little on Daria’s right breast and sucked it off as he triggered the vibrator. Daria moaned with pleasure as Trey’s mouth caressed the rich swell of her breast. He switched the vibrator off after a few seconds, but warm waves of pleasure lingered.

Grimes stared at her greedily, eyeing her breasts like a kid in a candy store. "I’d like to try that," he said, not once looking up from her cleavage.

"You don’t mind, do you, baby?" Trey said, brushing her hair away to nuzzle her neck. She knew what he wanted from her. She shook her head.

Grimes dropped heavily beside her. His hand "accidentally" grazed her thigh.

Trey whispered, "Work it, bitch." He sucked her earlobe with one hand low on her belly and the other in his pocket switching the remote again.

Taking the shot glass, Grimes filled it nearly to the brim and dumped it on her left breast. His thin dry lips rasped her wet skin. Trey’s hand cupped and squeezed her through the dress, and almost before she noticed it was out Grimes found her exposed nipple with his teeth. Daria gasped as he bit down a little too eagerly, but the vibrator inside her and Trey’s lips on her ear made it easy to pass off her pain as pleasure.

Grimes took his fill of her flesh, sucking hungrily on skin the Chambord never touched. Finally he sat back with a wolfish grin. "Very nice," he said.

Trey left the vibrator on a little longer, squeezed her breast, and slipped it back into her dress. Daria leaned on Trey’s shoulder, breathing hard. Trey switched off the vibrator, and she ground her teeth in frustration. She felt the weight of all their stares on her heaving, glistening breasts.

"Thanks for sharing, Trey," Grimes said. "Maybe later we could . . . ?""Count on that," Trey replied. "Business before pleasure, Grimes. Mr. Z don’t like waiting."

"Mr. Z won’t like her," Grimes warned, tearing his eyes away from her body. "Maybe she can wait in the bedroom."

"Maybe," Trey shrugged. "But she won’t like that."

"Mr. Z could give a fuck what she likes," Grimes said. "Or you. Or me. You don’t wanna piss him off, Trey, not today. He’ll squish you like a bug, you disrespect him like that. Send her in the other room, we’ll have fun when he leaves."

"Mr. Z needs to learn respect," Trey shot back. "This is my woman. She stays if I say she stays. Not Mr. Z. Me. I say."

Grimes shook his head. "You don’t got enough boys to do this, Trey. You and me both, maybe. But I ain’t startin’ this over some bitch, I don’t care how fine she is."

"Time was you had balls, Grimes," Trey said.

Grimes got up. His men stood up and spread out, watching Trey closely. Daria braced herself for a fight.

"You don’t talk to me like that, not in my own house," Grimes said. "What is this shit, you walk in here with this slut and now you’re the man, the big man? Just ‘cause she thinks your dick’s candy don’t make it so."

Trey smiled easily. "Stay cool, Frank. We’re friends here, right? We talk, we joke, we laugh – all in fun. Let’s just relax until Mr. Z gets here. Then we see what he likes, what he don’t."

Grimes locked eyes with Trey for a few long seconds. A cruel mocking smile creased his thin face as he burst out laughing.

"You got a pair of big brass ones," he said. "Crazy as hell. But hey, your funeral."

They didn’t have long to wait. Teddy Zhao (a.k.a. Mr. Z) ruled the triads and the town with an iron fist. If there was business to be done, he had a piece of it – and if he didn’t get his piece, someone would pay. He came in behind two massive bodyguards – a handsome young man all in black with a cruel mouth and hard eyes. Mr. Z took one look at Daria and scowled.

"Get that out of here," he said. "This is a business meeting."

"You brought your guards, I brought mine," Trey said calmly.

"No," Z said. "You brought one of your whores. Fuck her all you like on your time. This is mine. She goes."

"All due respect, Mr. Z, but she’s staying," Trey said.

"Out the door, out the window – one way or the other, she goes."

"Make her."

Z snapped his fingers. One of his guards lumbered toward the couch. Trey whispered, "Take him down."

Z’s guard was at least a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than Daria. He loomed over her like a brick wall with a crooked grin. "Let’s go, bitch," he said, hauling her up by a fistful of hair. The hard black ball at her core expanded, glowing hotter. A good fight was just what she needed.

As she got up, she drove a vicious right hook into his solar plexus. He dropped her hair and stumbled back with a surprised look. But he recovered quickly and came back swinging. Daria easily blocked a looping haymaker from the right and threw a lightning-fast jab at his chest, followed by a left cross that dropped him to the floor.

"Tougher than she looks, Mr. Z," Trey said. "I’ll make you a deal. You bring in the rest of your boys. If they can take her down, she’s yours. Do what you want. But if my girl wins, the city’s mine."

Z laughed. "Arrogant fool. I accept."

Z whistled, and four more guards came in. Two of them helped their fallen comrade to his feet as the other two took out lead pipes and fanned out to face Daria.

"You’re going down," one of them said.

"Not today," Daria said.

He swung his pipe at her head. She ducked under it, swept his feet out from under him, and straddled his chest before he could finish the swing. Suddenly her fists filled his world, hitting him with the force and speed of jackhammers.

The other guard smashed the back of her head with his pipe – which got him a bent pipe and a pissed-off superheroine for his troubles. Rolling to her feet over the now unconscious first guard, she stepped into him with a hard left jab to the nose. The heel of her right hand cracked his chin, driving his head back and exposing his throat to a hard left chop.

But before she could finish him, the other three tackled her and piled on. Their combined weight made it hard for Daria to breathe. She struggled to get her arms and legs under her and push them off. They pulled the straps of her dress down, restricting her arms. By itself this wouldn’t have been more than a temporary nuisance. The straps didn’t pin her arms to her sides, and even if they had she was more than strong enough to get free. But now her breasts were exposed to hands looking for something to grip, and as usual those hands seemed magnetically drawn to her now exposed flesh. Daria rolled to her belly. She ignored their clumsy groping and rose to her hands and knees under them. She pushed up with all her strength, sending them flying.

Daria got to her feet, putting herself back together with a smirk. "Come on, boys," she taunted. "Is that all you’ve got?"

At just that moment Trey switched on the vibrator.

Intense pleasure rolled out in waves from her pussy, draining her strength and her will. She collapsed, and the guards rushed her again. Two of them grabbed her arms while the others hammered her from all sides. Fists, feet, pipes, blackjacks – they worked her over from every angle. Daria felt every blow, but the pain was like background noise behind the hum of the beautiful machine deep inside her. Her mind was too muddled to even consider any kind of defense. And her low moans of pleasure just enraged the goons even more.

He switched off the vibrator just as one of Z’s guards swung his pipe into her kneecap. Daria sagged in their arms, shook her head, and got back into the fight.

She brought both arms forward and knocked the two men holding her together. Someone behind her drove a heavy fist into her kidney, so he thanked him with a vicious backfist to the temple and he fell. She continued her spin and almost put her right fist right through the next guard’s face. He flew back in a spray of blood.

Two down, she thought. Four to go.

She turned back to the remaining four just in time to see a switchblade slashing at her belly. She jumped back, but the tip of the gleaming blade left a long gash up the front of her dress. The other three whipped out their knives, fanning out to circle around her.

Daria knew the knives couldn’t hurt her. But they could cut her dress to shreds. She saw how Trey stared at the exposed skin from the first cut. He could activate the vibrator again if he got too aroused. And that would take her out of the fight in a second.

She had to hit first and hit hard. The next guard to slash at her found his knife-hand caught in a crushing grip. Still holding his right hand in hers, Daria spun back into him and drove her left elbow hard into his temple. Bone cracked and blood flew – he would be dead before he hit the ground. He dropped the knife as he fell. She caught it in midair and threw it into another guard’s eye.

And then there were two, Daria said to herself.

They edged back and fanned out, wary of her inhuman strength and speed. With good reason – she closed on the one to her right in a flash. He broke his knife on her ribs as she grabbed him. One hand on his chin, the other at the back of his skull – she nearly twisted his head off before she dropped him and crushed the last guard’s chest with a side-thrust kick.

Trey surveyed the carnage with a smirk. He looked at the stunned face of Mr. Z."I win," he said. "City’s mine, Z."

Before the triad boss could say another word, Trey drew a gun and put three shots in his chest. He walked over to the fallen Z, checked for a pulse, and put a bullet between Z’s eyes to make sure.

"Any questions, Grimes?"

Grimes and his men were pale. "Pretty clear to me," he said. "Who the fuck is that?"

"My own personal superbitch," he said. "Tough as hell. Took out that punk Neopreen, and the Deathriders – alone."

"Holy fuck," one of Grimes’ men muttered.

"Like I said, tough." Trey grabbed Daria’s waist and jerked her in for a long hard kiss. "And mine. Now who wants to party with me and my Super Psycho Slut?"

It turned out that everyone wanted to party – mostly with her. Or on her. Definitely in her. Ingredients for a trouble cocktail: five cocks, one piece of tail. Add generous amounts of testosterone and adrenaline. Mix well and serve.

Trey wasted no time stripping her and tossing the dress aside. As his tongue explored her mouth, he reached up inside her and fished out the vibrator.

"Won’t need this," he whispered, squeezing her breast hard. "Play nice, now."

He tossed her into Grimes’ eager hands. "All yours, partner."

"Let’s belly up to the bar and have a few drinks," Grimes said

.She hadn’t noticed it when they came in, but there was an odd semicircular cutout in the black marble bar. It was lower than the rest of the bar, maybe waist-high, and the edge of the bar was thickly padded. There were two big brass hooks mounted knee-high about two feet apart and some odd mountings on top of the bar.

Grimes pushed her back into the cutout. With a little help from his men, he put her knees in the hooks and strapped them in. They looped a chain through her choker and pulled back hard, forcing her to extend and arch her spine almost to the breaking point. A clever apparatus of chains and metal bars pinned her elbows to the bar at her sides and forced her hands to push her breasts up and in. She hung there, suspended on the hooks under her knees, overextended and aching.

"Nice," Trey said admiringly. "Toes pointed, legs wide, breasts up, belly flat. Looks like we got ourselves a party."

"Show us how it’s done, Trey," Grimes said.

"Your house, Grimes," Trey demurred. "Be my guest."

Grimes barely waited for Trey to finish talking. He grabbed the bottle of Chambord and dumped it on her. He and his men lapped it up like dogs. Their greedy mouths and tongues covered her like gruesome leeches. Her moans and cries came from pain and humiliation, but they neither knew nor cared.

Grimes pushed his men away. "Next part’s a solo act, boys," he said, unzipping his pants.

He forced himself inside her inch after excruciating inch, mauling her breasts and throat with his hands and mouth the whole time. Daria thrashed in her cruel bonds, but she had little room to move – and every move she made both heightened her agony and his arousal. He finished quickly and stepped back, panting.

"Damn," he said. "Trey, that is one fine piece of ass."

"Fucks like nobody," Trey said.

"Hey boss," one of Grimes’ men said. "I wanna try something."

"Ask Trey," Grimes said.

"I hear these superbitches are indestructible," he said. "That true?"

"This one is," Trey said. "You got something in mind?"

"That’s Firebug," Grimes told him. "He’s always got one thing in mind."

Firebug whispered something to the two bosses. They laughed and slapped him on the back.

"Your house, your rules, Frank," Trey said.

"Hate the smell of burned hair. But she’s got a nice shaved pussy," Grimes told Firebug. "So yeah, go ahead. Do it." Firebug climbed up on the bar by her head. "Always wanted to try this," he told her, opening his fly to lay his thick erection across her full lips. She immediately started caressing it with her lips and tongue.

"This bitch don't give a fuck who she does," one of Grimes’ men said.

Firebug said, "She’s gonna give a flaming fuck real soon."

He took out a can of lighter fluid and poured it on her breasts. She started to protest, but he shoved his cock as far in as he could. She could feel the lighter fluid running down her body as he emptied the can and reached for a match.

Flames covered every inch of her breasts and belly. It was all she could do not to bite Firebug’s dick clean off as the searing pain racked her body. The fluid burned off soon, leaving her flawless skin unharmed. Someone handed Firebug another can of lighter fluid and another match.

He repeated his "flaming fuck" performance several times until he finally climaxed, spraying his hot seed in her mouth. Daria struggled to swallow it past the pain. The front of her body felt hot and raw.

Grimes’ men ran their hands over her bright red skin.

"Ohh, that’s fine," one moaned. "Nice and hot."

"Damn," the other said. "I gotta get me a superbitch."

Grimes took her nipple in his mouth for an instant. "Too hot for me," he said. "Cool her off."

Someone brought out the champagne Trey brought and started spraying her with it. Then Grimes stepped in and took another turn with her, this time slowing down to savor her helpless luscious body. Trey must’ve given him a few pointers this time – he seemed to know just where her most sensitive spots were and how to work them, teasing her until she begged him to fuck her hard. She climaxed with him, struggling in her cruel bonds as her orgasm took control of her supple body. Grimes’ men took turns with her in pairs, one on the bar with his dick in her mouth and the other pumping away between her aching thighs. They squeezed her breasts like stress balls and sucked them like leeches. Her spine was a long line of agony. Their woolen slacks chafed her inner thighs as their cocks pumped load after load of cum into her ever sorer pussy. She let go and became no more than a plaything, soft and yielding.

"Rise and shine, baby," Trey’s voice purred in her ear. They were in the limo, and she was curled up in his lap with his arms around her. She was naked, aching, and felt filthy after all those men had used her.

"You did good," he told her. "Took everybody four, five times each before you passed out. You did good."

Daria sobbed. And the hard dark ball at her core glowed red.