The Adventures of the Amazon Avenger, Chapter 05: Hood Ornament

Daria lay with her head in Trey's lap the whole ride home, almost absently kissing his half-erect cock like a child sucking her thumb. The solace she got from pleasuring this ruthless gangster couldn't be denied. It disturbed her, and she tried to stop. He'd blackmailed her into becoming his fuck toy, his muscle, and his whore. He'd used her body for his pleasure and her powers for his profit. She hated him - hate; a small dark word, sharp and hard as glass. She held it tight, let it cut her, let the pain feed the hard dark ball glowing at her core.

Downtown was under construction, as always. They moved slowly, Trey swearing under his breath as the limo splashed through muddy water. They drove slowly past her building. The penthouse far above the streets, far removed from where she lived now. Pain and homesickness nearly suffocated her, and she choked back a sob.

She took Trey in her mouth again. He stiffened at the touch of her lips and grabbed a fistful of her hair.

Mercifully, he left her alone the rest of the day. Daria sent the twins away and scrubbed herself raw under a hard scalding stream. She climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep with the early afternoon sun on her face.

She woke a little after eleven that night. The moon gleamed on the still surface of the pool. For a moment she let herself forget. She imagined herself floating out on the tide, moonlight and seawater gleaming on her belly, eyes blissfully closed.

Then she saw what the twins had laid out for her, sighed, and started getting dressed. Lacy pink bra and matching French cut thong. A stretchy pink miniskirt and a fuzzy pink halter tied in front of the cleavage it created. Pink heels strapped halfway up her calves. The twins did her hair in loose waves and did her makeup - a soft, almost natural look, but with vicious red lipstick as glossy and inviting as the flesh of a ripe tomato.

She checked herself in the mirror. Apparently Trey expected her to be more sugar than spice tonight. Maybe that meant she'd just have his insatiable cock to keep happy tonight - one mouth, one set of hands, one hard shaft driving deeper and deeper into her. It was something to hope for.

For the first time in days she noticed the Dark Opal, the source of her power. The black leather choker was all wrong with her pretty little cock-tease outfit. She reached up under her ink-black curls to take it off. The clasp stubbornly refused to give. She put a little of her strength into it. And a little more.

The twins stopped her before she could hurt herself trying to tear the unbreakable band off her throat. And when she stopped sobbing, they did her makeup again in silent sympathy.

Trey took her, the twins, and a few of his crew to a club he owned downtown called the Showcase. He had her kneel on the floor between his legs, licking his dick like candy the whole way while he kissed and fondled the twins. Sensing he wanted to enjoy the endlessly drawn out tension, she backed off before he could come. And again. And again.

They pulled up behind the club, where a garage door opened smoothly and Trey's limo slid right in. Before they could get out of the car, curtains slid back and spotlights flooded the windows. They'd parked on a big stage jutting out into the club, and the crowd erupted in wild applause to see Trey and his entourage step out of the car. Daria got out before Trey, who stopped just long enough to let the twins adjust their slightly askew clothes before they draped themselves over him. He acknowledged the crowd with a smirk and a curt nod before heading for his table.

But when Daria started to follow, Trey stopped her with a finger hooked through the Opal's choker and pulled her face close to his.

"Give 'em a good show, baby," he told her. He kissed her hard, squeezed her ass with his free hand, and told her to "break a dick."

Daria's frail hopes for a relatively peaceful evening sank like a stone. Another round of degradation and humiliation loomed large in her future. She stood there a minute, remembering to stand straight as the crowd took in every inch of her with hoots and cheers. She wasn't sure what they expected of her until someone handed her a bucket of soapy water and a sponge.

The limo was spotless. Trey had just had it washed that afternoon, and it shone in the spotlights as if it were carved from volcanic glass. But the house lights went down, and Daria knew she had to work it.

She started with the hood. Turning her back to the crowd, she leaned as far over as she could and started scrubbing, wiggling her hips, putting far more effort into the whole thing than she really needed. An almost bored resignation came over her, making it even harder to put on a good show and save herself from a torturous night on Trey's bad side.

She strutted around the front of the car and reached over the other side, giving everyone a good long look at her spectacular cleavage. Her face was a sultry mask as she pressed the sudsy sponge against her chest, letting soapy water run down her breasts and belly.

Before long the audience began chanting for her to strip. She didn't know if that was what Trey wanted - he'd turned her over to some of his gangster cronies earlier that day, but that was business. So she kept washing until Trey came to the edge of the stage and picked up a mike.

A second spot picked him out. "You know what time it is now?" he shouted.

"Who wants a piece?" the crowd shouted back.

"That's right, you got it! Time to play 'Who Wants a Piece?'" he said.

A distant chill passed over her. Was he really going to turn her over to the whole crowd? There must be dozens of men in here, all hungry for her body. And God only knew what the women would do to her out of sheer jealousy.

"First up - her shoes," Trey announced. "Bidding starts at a hundred."

"One ten," a voice shouted.

"One twelve," another voice put in.

The bidding went quickly up to $180. The winner stepped up to loud applause. Handing Trey the money, he stepped up on stage with Daria and knelt in front of her. He undid the laces around her calves and slid the shoes gently off her feet as she leaned back against the car. His hands caressed her leg, sliding all the way up under her skirt to brush her pussy under the thin fabric of her panties. He stood up, still holding her foot and forcing her to prop herself on her elbows on the hood. He rubbed her foot a little, easing a grateful sigh from her lips before he jammed her toes into his crotch. She knew what he wanted, and she gave it to him.

Trey let him have his fun for a minute before yanking him playfully off the stage.

"Right shoe starts at one-fifty," he said.

Her halter top and a chance to feel her up while untying it -$305.

Her skirt and the opportunity to grab her ass and lick her legs like popsicles - $280.

Seeing a superheroine publicly stripped and humiliated - priceless.

Her bra went for $880 after a fierce bidding war. The winner, a skinny young thug in baggy jeans and a wifebeater, stood behind her. Keeping her pressed tight against him, he reached around for a double handful of her. He rolled them around, kneading them, squeezing them - showing off for the very appreciative crowd. He deftly opened the clasp between her breasts, slid the straps down her arms, and tossed her bra into the crowd with a flourish.

After a little more touchy-feely for the crowd, he spun her around so she was leaning back on the hood again. A waitress brought him two steaming cups of espresso.

Uh-oh, Daria thought. This doesn't look good.

She was right. He popped the tiny cups onto her nipples without spilling a drop. Daria gasped, bucking in agony and biting back a scream as the scalding liquid hit her sensitive flesh. He held her down with an arm across her throat, forcibly keeping her back arched as he sucked the steaming coffee from her quivering breasts. The crowd cheered wildly as he let her up, gasping for air as he strutted off the stage.

"Now for the big finish," Trey said. "A thousand starts it off."

Two thousand got it done. The winning bidder slid her panties smoothly down her legs, caressing her legs as he did. As she stepped out of them, he put first one leg and then the other over his shoulders. Daria leaned back onto the hood of the car. His mouth found her pussy, exploring her with subtle strokes and a confident touch. She let herself melt into it, grabbing the limo's hood ornament and radio antenna.

His hands stroked her hips and thighs as he pleasured her. Daria tuned out the whoops and cheers of the crowd, twitching her hips when he found a particularly sensitive spot. New colors formed strange shapes behind her eyes. The spotlight beat down on her bared skin. She moaned, rising quickly to a blinding climax.

He stopped short, dropping her legs. Daria slid off the hood and sagged to the floor, spent and frustrated. Trey grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head and dragged her off stage with him. All the way to his table there were hands on her - groping, stroking, pinching, slapping. Trey's little show had whetted their appetite, and she was sure they'd feast on her if Trey hadn't been there to control them. She shuddered.

Trey stopped and let her go. Daria fell to her hands and knees. He crouched down in front of her.

"You broke my hood ornament," he said. "That don't fly. Now you work it off."

He stood up and shouted to the crowd. "This bitch wants more. Blue-light special - twenty-five cents gets you whatever you want in the men's room."

The crowd roared as Trey shoved Daria into the men's room.

Oh fuck, she thought, stifling a sob as she lay shivering on the cold tile of the men's room floor. A quarter clanged on the floor next to her as the room filled with men shouting and laughing.

"Me first," the man said. She looked up, and there was the man who'd bought her panties. An evil grin creased his face as he unzipped. "I did yours, now you do mine - bitch."

Daria nodded and went to work. He grabbed her ears for leverage as he shoved himself all the way into her mouth. She worked his cock with her whole mouth, and he went off a few seconds later.

"That's the shit," he said, making her lick him clean. "Who's next?"

They pelted her with quarters and raucous laughter. Three men at the front of the crowd moved forward as a group, unzipping. While she took one of them in her mouth, the other two grabbed her hands and made her jerk them off while she blew their friend. Their hot seed sprayed her inside and out.

The next guy took of his belt and tied her arms behind her. Laying her on her back on the floor, he lifted her hips in the air and fucked her hard. Two more men knelt by her head, making her suck them both while they fondled her breasts.

The floor glittered with quarters, and she'd barely started to satisfy the crowd's lusts. The next few guys just took her there on the tiles, pumping inside her like they wanted to drive their cocks through her. All she could do was moan in exhaustion and despair.

Then one of them turned her over and raised her to her knees so she pick up quarters in her mouth while he fucked her from behind. This proved very popular with the crowd, and four or five guys after did her the same way.

Someone got the idea of making her do the work. The next few guys lay on their backs while she straddled them, rocking and gyrating on their hard hungry dicks until they exploded deep inside her.

Daria collapsed on the floor, sweat gleaming on her skin as she panted. She closed her eyes, praying she would pass out and be spared further abuse. But the men crowded in close, jerking off as they watched her breasts heaving. She was quickly drenched in hot sticky cum.

No one wanted to touch her like that - but everyone wanted to touch her, so they dragged her over by the marble sink. Untying her hands, they made her wash herself with cold water and hand soap while they fucked her from behind.

The sight of her wet soapy body gave them other ideas. They put her on her knees and made her tit-fuck them. Her tired hands caressed her soapy breasts as she slid them up and down each man's shaft, waiting with glazed eyes for the inevitable impact of his semen on her face.

"My turn now," a woman said. Four very angry young women surrounded Daria. They clearly were not happy with all the attention the men paid to Daria, and now they wanted a piece of her themselves.

"Here's how you treat a skanky bitch like this," the first woman said. They made Daria kneel on the floor and touch herself while they threw quarters at her face and body. They kept it up until she climaxed and collapsed on the tiles.

Daria barely found the strength to breathe. So when they jerked her head back and shoved a bottle of gin in her mouth, she had no strength to do anything but swallow half a bottle of Bombay Sapphire. Her head spun as they dragged her into a stall and shoved her face into the toilet. They flushed it again and again as they took turns finger-fucking her.

They did her hair in two loosely braided ponytails while her world spun sickeningly around her. They linked some belts together and looped them through the one binding her arms, then over the top of the stall. This sent jolts of unbelievable pain through her overextended arms - and left her bent over, her hips and legs sticking out the back of the stall. Someone took down the side panel of the stall, and then the fun got started.

The men took turns at one end of her while the women abused the other. While she sucked off one man after another, the women whipped her with belts as they barked orders - "Tell him you like it. Tell him you love it, bitch! Tell him what a dirty whore you are, you fucking skank! SAY IT!"

Then they switched off. The men plowed Daria from behind, using her hair like a bridle and her body like a fuck toy. The women pinched her nipples with their nails, twisting them hard, making her buck with agony so the men could have the pleasure of watching her squirm. They spat in her face, and called her a dirty whore, and made her beg the men for more and harder.

Daria tried to go deep inside herself, to find someplace where they couldn't touch her. But she was too drunk and exhausted to find that place. Somewhere at the edge of her mind she felt the Dark Opal calling to her.

"You know what?" the first woman said. "I think this slut really likes it. Let's give her something to really scream about."

She put her lighter under Daria's nipple and flicked it on. Incredible pain shot through Daria's body as the flame tortured her sensitive body. She screamed, thrashing wildly, but she could not escape her tormentor.

"I think she likes it!" the woman shouted. "I got an idea."

They let her arms down and dropped her on her back. Then they wrapped the belts around her ankles, hoisted her into the air, and hung her upside down from the stall. Her legs were wide open, leaving her exposed and vulnerable as the blood rushed to her head.

Everything spun crazily around her. She thought she felt them doing something to her, but she wasn't sure what. And she was a little too busy sucking yet another throbbing cock to see for herself. She felt a growing heat between her legs, and smelled smoke, and heard wild laughter erupt all around her.

She finished the man in her mouth and looked up quickly. They'd stuffed wads of paper towels in her and lit them on fire. The flames were racing toward her brutally abused pussy. Daria screamed and writhed, struggling to buck out the paper as they watched and laughed.

The first touch of fire sent a flash of agony through her body. A deafening scream tore free of her lungs. Her anguished kicking rattled the stalls. And the Dark Opal filled her with its power as she broke free.

The women were on her in a flash, almost before she hit the floor. She threw two of them across the room, broke another's kneecap with a single kick, and crushed her tormentor's face with a single vicious jab. And she kept screaming.

Now the men got into it. Fists and feet first, but when those didn't work they tried guns and knives. Nothing stopped her. She was the Amazon Avenger, invincible and invulnerable. Pain and humiliation filled her with rage, and the Dark Opal turned that rage into unstoppable power. Bodies piled up in the cramped space of the bathroom. And she kept screaming.

Trey threw the door open, his handsome face contorted with rage. She lunged at him with murder in her heart. But she stumbled over the bodies in her path, giving him time to hit her with his taser. She dropped to the floor, twitching, curled, incapacitated. Trey loomed over her with his taser in one hand and a knife in the other.

"You ain't worth it," he said, crouching down beside her. "Too much trouble, just like the last one."

Daria felt the blade slip under the Opal's leather choker. Before she could react, he cut the choker off and dropped it in his pocket. The Dark Opal was in her enemy's hands now.

Inside, she kept screaming.