Ebony Avenger-Time On One’s Hands
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A sigh so deeply drawn that it threatened to spring 38DD
chocolate breasts from the skimpy teal halter of the Ebony Avenger sounded
mournfully in the
The Avenger stood proudly erect, long legs wide-spread and
solidly planted, arms akimbo, atop the upper ledge of the
So beautiful a city this is! And yet, it is a sewer of decay!
She knew this to be true. As Moira Jones, news anchor, she read the woeful tale of decay each day. As the Ebony Avenger, she witnessed it firsthand each night.
From the old-money mansions of Wisdom Hill, where greedy piratical ancestors had built fortunes for their present day greedy piratical descendants, to the new-money estates of Technology Park where perverted geniuses transmuted technological wizardry into criminal cunning, to the blighted alleyways of urban poverty where violent small-minded gangs promoted sales of drugs and prostitution, to the middle-class suburbs where rampant domestic violence and petty theft lay millimeters beneath the surface of civility—decay. Moral and ethical rot.
Some would think this a society beyond redemption. Certainly there was little to suggest that anything of true value could be preserved here. But not Moira Jones.
Moira was not a fool, of course. She knew this would not be easy.
But I can do it!
Desperate times are made for those of great ability. Strong, intelligent, intuitive,
alert to every sound and movement
“Good evening, Ebony Avenger..”
The Ebony Avenger actually jumped, startled by the unexpected voice. Indeed she almost found herself toppling from the ledge and falling to the street below. But almost instantly she regained her balance, pirouetting to face the intruder so fluidly that only the most observant would even recognize the stumble.
“Who are---the TimeMaster!!!”
“Yes, Ms. Avenger, the TimeMaster! Bank robber extraordinaire, and soon to be Master of one ebony superslut as well, Ms. Jones….” He seemed an unlikely foe—bespectacled, 5’6”, 220 pounds, broad and thick, but running to fat, not muscle. He even seemed to flinch as the Ebony Avenger stepped menacingly toward him. “….or should I say….Ms. Moira Jones?”
The Ebony Avenger stopped dead in her tracks. Her fist unballed as her arm dropped weakly to her side. “Wha—What did you call me?”
“I’m sure you heard me…Ms. Jones. Only a scant half hour ago
you were donning that fetching teal halter top and those ass hugging hot pants
as Moira Jones,
“You can’t know that! There’s no way you can know that! You weren’t there to see anything!”
“Ah, Moira dear, but you forget: I am the TimeMaster!” He held up a small device, much like a digital camera and pressed a button. “Observe!”
A glowing green holograph formed in the air between them. Moira Jones, in the concealed closet off her bedroom, naked, caressing her bulging breasts as she coaxed them into the constricting halter top, smoothing the clinging spandex hot pants over the satin smooth curves of her buttocks, donning the mask that to now had concealed her identity from prying eyes. A timestamp to the upper left of the hologram even documented the event.
“But..but I scanned for electronics… I always scan…”
“My dear, my dear, not hidden cameras. Just the timelink. I am the TimeMaster, turning back the clock of your mind, from this”—his wave indicated the expanse of the clock tower—“to this,” indicating the projected tableau.
“So, vile villain, you have some part of my past! You shall find it knowledge dearly earned! Malevolent miscreant who deprives the working poor of their hard-won savings—prepare to be thrashed by the hand of justice!”
The Ebony Avenger strode purposefully toward her foe. She feinted a jab that turned into a devastating roundhouse kick which…met only air???!!!
“What! Great Goddess! Where did he go?”
“Hahaha1” Laughter brayed behind her, but before she could even turn 220 pounds of short dead weight leaped onto her back. Her nostrils filled with chloroform as an unexpectedly strong hand clamped across her face. “TimeMaster here! A short projection into the future, as I anticipated your attack.” Her mouth opened, desperately seeking more air, but inhaled only more chloroform. She could feel her thoughts slow and lose focus, feel her eyes tear and dim. Her muscles grew weak and slack. Her adversary’s crazed cackling echoed in her ears as he rode her inexorably to the concrete deck of the tower.
Then a little fresh air. A sound, a familiar sound. The unmistakable rasp of a zipper jerked down. She blinked, flushing chloroform-laced tears from her eyes, regaining a tiny patch of clear vision. What she made her wish she hadn’t bothered.
The TimeMaster straddled her prostrate form, slowly stroking a hardening penis, an appendage the girth of which fully matched that of his obese torso, while its length greatly exceeded the proportion of his height. He knelt, straddling her chest, his buttocks so fat that they could not avoid crushing her bountiful breasts.
“Aaaaiiiieeee, oh….no!” she whimpered. “Get off my chest!”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he gloated, “I’m not going to hurt your luscious tits!”
Weak as the Ebony Avenger was, her anger flared at his words. ”You filthy…” That was as far as she got before his cock head found her mouth. “Mmmmmppphhh …… yummmmppphhh……” She struggled to speak, but the working of her lips and tongues only further inflamed his cock. The TimeMaster rose up from his seat on her breasts, angling his cock to penetrate deeper into the heroine’s mouth. He grabbed her wrists, pulling them back so that her elbows pointed straight up, above and behind. His weight forced his cock through the Ebony Avenger’s mouth, sliding it toward her throat. Then he began to post up and down, working his cock in her mouth, inches in, inches out, more inches in, inches out, more inches in, inches out. Saliva welled up unbidden in her mouth., lubricating his way, seeping out of the tight seal her lips formed around his cock, drooling down her chin to ooze along her neck, oozing down her cheeks to pool in her ears, seeping a stream into her nostrils. The Ebony Avenger gagged on the cock probing the back of the throat, and the spasming of her esophagus pulled the penis into her throat.
Her jaws strained open even wider and a gush of saliva burst
out, but TimeMaster had what he wanted now. He hammered the heroine’s throat,
driving his dick deep into her neck, riding her mouth till her nose was buried
in his navel and his balls rested solidly on her chin. He rested there one
second .. 5.. 10 …15…20..25. That’s when her eyes bulged frantically. Her body
leapt frantically upward. Her arms strained against his grip clamped on her
wrists. But her desperate struggles could not dislodge the TimeMaster from his
seat. “Oh, yeah,” he chuckled, “that’s what I want!” He resumed his merciless
face-fucking, driving 12 inches of cock relentlessly down her throat and toward
Moira Jones’ stomach. She knew her one chance was to make him cum, but there
was little she could do. His cock was so fat that there was little room to use
her lips and tongue. About all she could manage was an occasional swallow,
hoping the working of her throat muscles against his pillaging penis would spur
his orgasm. Her thoughts fuzzed over. This
is worse than the chloroform, she
thought. I’m think I’m going to lose it…
Suddenly the cock was wrenched from her throat. She gasped, gratefully drawing in a deep breath, then immediately gagging, regretting the coq au vin and caviar that was regurgitated onto the cold concrete. “Yes, bitch, gag! Gag, SuperSlut!” The TimeMaster laughed, seized her by her carefully curled hair with his left hand, and grasping his spit-soaked cock in his right hand slapped her, slapped it back and forth across the beautiful face of Moira Jones.
Had anyone looked up at the clock tower that was the centerpiece
of
“Now, Ebony Whore,” the TimeMaster sneered. “Where do you want it? Cunt or ass? Or should I say---where do you want it first?”
The Ebony Avenger rolled onto her back. She looked up at the man who grasped her painfully by the hair. The man who had bruised her bountiful breasts. The man who had fucked her throat so deep that she could have digested half his cock.
“My vagina…please…Master.”
“What?”
“Please…Master…give it to me…in my vagina.”
The TimeMaster was incredulous! He had heard that the
superheroines of
Life was sweet indeed! Still…..these things could be tricky.
“What do you want, slut? And where exactly do you want it?”
“I want your cock, Sir. Your hard, fat cock. Fucking me in my hot, wet, worthless cunt. Please do it now!”
The Time Master flung himself atop the prone heroine. Her legs spread wide to accommodate his girth. His fat prick, still lubed with her saliva, easily found the crease of her vagina, and found it enticingly hot and wet as promised. And tight. Lubed as it was, his cock still had to fight in way into the receptive pussy, slowly sinking inch by inch into her as she gasped and moaned and whimpered and trembled. Then he hit bottom. The TimeMaster grabbed the Avenger’s ankles, spreading her legs wide and draping them over his shoulders.
She gave him the ride of his life---not that he’d had much to compare it to. But he paid her back in kind. Her cunt clenched, released, clutched, grasped. His cock drove, punched, pounded, pummeled. They sweated, gasped, whispered endearments and insults. Hot juice leaked from her pussy to pool on the concrete beneath her.
I am a slut. A horny,
oversexed, filthy whore. Fucking this vile miscreant. Turning what started as
rape into rapture. Oh, shame, shame, shame of the ages! You cannot let him tame
you! You must overcome!
The TimeMaster’s mouth captured an ebony nipple, rolling it on his tongue, sucking it into prominence. His hand found the other, twisting it, tweaking it. “Oh, yes,” Moira gasped. “Yes! Yes! Oh, Goddess, YES!!! That’s it! That’s it!”
She threw her arms around his head, burying his face in her gigantic tits. The TimeMaster could not manage one coherent thought. He could only keep fucking even as his consciousness fuzzed. I’m being smothered, he thought weakly, smothered in her tits…
Her pelvis swung in a small tight circle that spiraled out into a great arc, almost throwing all 220 pounds of TimeMaster off her heaving body. Her pussy clutched his cock at the root, hard as a hand, then rippled along it as if it were being milked by fingers, unleashing a flood of semen from his bloated balls. She pulled him even tighter into her massive mammaries.
The TimeMaster exploded. His scream was muffled in the mountainous mounds of the Ebony Avenger. “Yeah, baby! Oh, yes! Yes! AAAAAAAAAA!” Every drop of semen was vacuumed from him. With his last bit of consciousness he whimpered weakly into her breasts, “I love you.”
Three days later…
An interrogation room at Star City PD…
“We’re just curious about one thing. What were doing up on the clock tower? Even as big a crook as you couldn’t steal anything up there.”
“I was tracking the Ebony Avenger. And I found her too. I found out she’s really Moira Jones. I fucked her too. I made her—“
“Yeah, right. I guess you’re planning an insanity plea, huh? Let’s just get back to the robberies, OK?”
Three months later…
Star City Penitentiary, watching the news…
“I fucked her.”
“Yeah, right, you fucked Moira Jones!”
“A bitch that fine ain’t fuckin’ no fat little freak like you!”
“I did! She’s really the Ebony Avenger. I tracked her down and cornered her on the clock tower. I fucked her throat down to her stomach and her cunt up to her throat. I mean she was cumming all over my dick!”
“Right. Well, that’s a good story.”
“Yeah, it got my dick hard.”
“Mine too. And since he got it hard…”
Two huge hard cocks came out into view.
The TimeMaster blanched dead-white.
Time was definitely not going to be his friend.