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Part one: Capturing Victory
By Lady Jane
Jordin
climbed out of the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around her slim
body. She was still dripping wet as she
answered her cell phone. An unfamiliar
voice spoke on the other end. It seemed
muffled or distorted somehow.
“Jordin
Tyler?” the voice asked. She could not
tell if it was a man or a woman.
“Yes,” Jordin
replied unsurely.
“We have your
sister!” The voice
responded, eerily calm. “If you
value her life bring 50 grand to the old car factory tonight at midnight.”
Alarmed
Jordin shouted into the phone, “who is this!?”
“If you wish
to see your sister alive again,” the voice continued. “You will come alone and you will not contact
the authorities.”
“If you harm
her…” Jordin began the threat but the voice cut her off.
“Do not
threaten us Miss Tyler,” the voice said sternly. “And do not test us. Midnight. Alone.”
Click.
Jordin fought
down the panic. She did not have
fifty-thousand dollars but she did not need it.
Nor did she need to alert any authorities. In truth Jordin Tyler was one of Capital
City’s premier crime fighters, the super heroine called Victory! She even grinned a bit at the thought that
these thugs did not know just who they were messing with! But they were going to find out!
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At midnight
Jordin was at the abandoned factory. She
was wearing a pair of skintight jeans and a black tank top under a leather coat. Her thick brown hair hung loose past her
shoulders and framed her pretty face.
She was feigning a nervous, frightened expression. Jordin knew she would look like a vulnerable
young woman and that’s exactly what she wanted!
On her wrists, concealed by the sleeves of her coat, was a pair of
matching silver bracelets. All she would
have to do is touch them together to become Victory. Then whoever was behind this would pay
dearly!
Just then her
cell phone rang. Jordin answered it
trying to sound frightened. On the other
end was a familiar voice this time: her sister Kylie!
“Jordin?
What’s up, you sound weird.”
“Kylie! Are you alright?” Jordin asked urgently.
“Yeah, why?”
her sister asked, sounding perfectly normal.
“Kylie where
are you?” Jordin asked confused.
“I’m at
home,” she replied. “Why?”
“Home?”
“Yep,” Kylie
replied getting confused as well.
“You’re just
at home and you’re sure you’re alright?”
“Perfectly
fine, sis,” Kylie said. “Why, what’s
wrong?”
“I’ll call
you later,” Jordin said curtly and hung up.
Suddenly the
shadows seemed more foreboding. Jordin
looked all around but of course saw nobody.
Would anyone pull a prank like this?
No. It must be some evil plot;
which could mean her secret identity had been uncovered! Jordin quickly pushed back her sleeves to
reveal the shining bracelets; she’d feel a lot safer and have a better chance
of figuring this out as Victory!
“It’s her,” a
gruff voice shouted suddenly. “Diego now!”
Before she
could bring them together and initiate the transformation, a figure lurched
from the shadows behind her! A damp rag
quickly covered her nose and mouth, one breath and Jordin knew it was soaked in
chloroform. She started to bring her
wrists together but her attacker grabbed her arm and kept them from
touching. Jordin struggled but the grip
on her was too strong, without being able to transform she really was just a
vulnerable young woman. The burly thug
held her tight, slowly twisting her arm behind her back. She fought it desperately but was easily over
powered as ordinary Jordin Tyler.
It did not
take long for the chloroform to take affect.
Her head began to spin and her arms and legs slowly went limp. Darkness over took her and Jordin felt
herself slipping…
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Diego let the
girl collapse at his feet and looked down at her. She was tall and lean with long sexy
legs. Her chest was a little on the
small side, but she had a perfectly shaped ass.
He knelt and brushed her brown hair back from her face, which had soft
features and full, pouting lips. She was
beautiful and his head filled with ideas.
“Don’t get
any ideas,” said a voice of to his left.
Diego glanced up. It was Ron, his
partner in crime. “The boss wants her un… untainted.”
“For now,”
Diego grumbled looking back at the unconscious hottie. They laughed.
+++
Jordin came
too slowly. At first she could hear low
talking and muted laughter. Gradually
she realized she was lying facedown on cold concrete. She groggily pushed herself up, tucking her
knees under her and holding her throbbing head.
Jordin looked blearily around a vast dark room. All about there were hulking shadows of
rusted out machinery. She must be inside
the abandoned factory now! Then she saw
two vague shapes coming toward her.
Jordin forced her vision to clear and saw two thugs carrying ropes and
chains. They didn’t seem to realize she
was awake yet. Jordin tried to stand, she was still dazed but got unsteadily to her feet.
“Diego, she’s
awake!” one of them shouted suddenly.
“I told you
we should have given her more chloro!”
They dropped the chains and rope and ran towards her!
Jordin
straightened and quickly brought her wrists together! There was a blinding flash of light and
suddenly Jordin Tyler had become Victory! Her jeans and tank top vanished, replaced by
purple lycra booty shorts and a matching halter with a
silver “V” on it. Her sexy abs were left bare but a silver belt was strapped around her
slim hips. Her long shapely legs were
bare and led down to a pair of silver high-heeled boots.
Diego and Ron
fell back a step, staring, momentarily awed at the sight of the sexy super
heroine before them. Victory put her
hands on her hips and glowered at them.
“Who are you
and why have you brought me here?” Victory’s voice held a commanding tone she
could never have as Jordin Tyler. Her
stance too displayed a new confidence and strength!
“Get her!”
Ron yelled and Diego lunged forward instantly.
Victory
stepped forward and caught him mid-charge, tossing the thug off to the side. He grunted painfully, rolling across the
floor. With her power belt now around
her waist she had the strength of 10 men!
Ron attacked next throwing a wide looping punch. Victory blocked it easily and delivered a
punch of her own that doubled the thug over.
Diego charged back in. She gave
him a kick in the chest that stopped him in his tracks and then brought a right
cross that dropped the burly thug! On
her heels Victory was nearly six feet tall, as tall as either man. However both were much thicker and broader
than she was (Diego built, Ron tubby), yet she was manhandling them both with
ease.
“Alright,
you two morons?”
Victory growled. “I want answers!”
Ron
straightened up and assumed a boxer’s stance.
He threw two short jabs that Victory easily slipped. Then she ducked under a high hook and
countered with body shot/uppercut combo that sprawled the thug flat on his
back! She stepped forward and lifted the
rotund man with one arm.
“Now, who are
you and who do you work for?” the heroine demanded.
Diego replied
by hitting her in the back of the head with a lead pipe. Infused with the power of her belt she did
not sustain the damage a normal woman would have…but Victory felt that! She stumbled forward, stunned. Ron dropped with grunt. Diego attacked again, this time bringing the
pipe crushing against her slender ribcage!
Victory gasped and clutched her side.
Diego lifted his pipe again but Victory lunged forward quickly and
grabbed his wrist! She lifted him by the
arm and throat, squeezing. Diego gagged
and choked and dropped the pipe. With
all her super strength she flung him across the room at the wall! He hit with a smack and a groan, sliding
dazedly to the floor.
“If you guys
don’t come up with answers quickly,” Victory growled. “Things are going to get really ugly!”
She turned
back to find Ron. He was scrambling away
from her but she grabbed him by the ankle and drug him
backwards. With her super strength
Victory easily flipped him onto his back.
She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck lifting him from flat on the
floor to clear off the ground with ease.
Ron flailed wildly trying to escape her grip. Victory slapped him across the face. Then once again!
“Make it easy
on yourself,” she snarled. “What am I doing here? Who do you work for?”
“I can’t tell
you!” he replied.
Victory was
so busy interrogating the thug in her grasp that she did not notice a third
figure join the fray.
Did not hear him creep up behind her. Did not even notice as his
arms snaked around her sexy waist.
Two hands quickly unbuckled her power belt and only then did Victory
notice. She dropped Ron and whirled
around but it was too late! A darkly
clad man stepped nimbly away, snatching off her silver belt as he went. All the super strength instantly drained from
her body! Victory’s heart dropped as she
looked down at her low riding lycra shorts and naked
waist. She was powerless!
The man
before her was not much taller than the other thugs but more powerfully
built. He wore a leather vest with a
hood that obscured his features but left his powerful arms bare. His legs were clad in black and gray
fatigues, which were tucked into worn combat boots. His wrists were wrapped in leather, and one
hand bore a leather, spiked glove. The other hand dangled Victory’s belt
tauntingly. In the shadows of the hood
she could just make out a twisted smile.
“Who are
you?” Victory asked trying to sound stern.
“Most people
just call me the Bounty Hunter,” he said in a low hiss. “Boys, think you can handle her now?”
“Sure thing
boss,” Ron said, almost chuckling.
Victory could
not maintain her confident stance as Diego and Ron stalked towards her. Without her power belt she knew she did not
stand a chance and judging from the leers on each of their faces…so did they!
Diego
attacked first with a clumsy punch that Victory was able to duck. She gave him a short punch in the ribs and he
grunted, but barely flinched. Ron
stepped up and grabbed one of her arms.
Victory kicked him and he let her go.
Diego lunged forward with another punch; Victory tried to dodge it but
was caught on the shoulder. The force
spun her around and Diego quickly wrapped his thick arms around her! Victory twisted back and forth but she was
locked in the iron grip, leaving her open to Ron’s next attack. He landed a hard punch right across her
face! He threw a second punch and she
was able to move just enough that it missed her face but glanced Diego’s. His grasp loosened and she slipped out. Ron was quick though and caught her with a
backhand as she tried to escape.
Victory’s
head snapped to the side and she stumbled.
Her cheek was stinging as she straightened and turned to face the two
thugs. Bounty Hunter still stood in the
background holding her belt. Diego and
Ron advanced on her menacingly. Victory
backed away, knowing she was in deep trouble.
She let them back her up to the wall, trying to figure a way out but by
then it was too late. She had no choice
but to attack, throwing a punch at Diego.
He grabbed her wrist with one hand and stopped it! She could do nothing to stop him as he
twisted her arm behind her back. With
his free hand he hooked her free arm and yanked that behind her as well. Victory struggled against the grip but
without her super strength she was no match for him!
Ron came at
her driving a powerful blow into her stomach!
Victory gasped and bent forward.
Next he punched her across the face and she cried out as her head rocked
to one side. Another shot rifled across
her jaw drawing another pained cry!
Stunned by the blow our heroine’s knees buckled and allowed Diego to
synch in his grip. She groaned as he
pulled her arms behind her, forcing Victory to arch her back, thrusting out her
perky B-cups and exposing her toned abs.
Ron took full advantage, unleashing a flurry of blows on her sexy
stomach. Her slim body shuddered with
each blow and Victory gasped and grunted as her abs were
abused. She pulled against Diego’s grip
but she was too weak now. Ron stepped
back looking pleased as the heroine gasped for air, her breasts heaving with
each breath.
In
desperation Victory kicked out and caught Ron right in the balls. He gasped and crumpled to the ground. Victory was turned around quickly and shoved
face first against the wall, Diego was just too strong for her to resist. The movement did loosen his grip a bit and
she slipped one arm free. She threw it
backwards in a weak elbow. She felt his
hand coil itself in her thick brown hair and she pulled desperately to free her
other arm. She could not. Victory was helpless as Diego slammed her
face against the wall! He yanked her
backwards by the hair, she cried out and then he shoved her back again. The heroine screamed as she was pounded
against the bricks, and her free arm fell weakly at her side. She drew in a ragged breath and did not
struggle as Diego pressed her against the wall, holding her in place.
“You
alright?” he asked Ron.
Victory only
heard a grumbled response. Suddenly
though Diego’s weight was pulled away.
Rough hands spun her around and she came face to face with Ron. His fat face twisted in rage and he shoved
her back against the wall. He grabbed
her wrists and lifted them slowly.
Victory started to resist but Ron easily shoved them against the wall,
holding her arms out to the side. He
kicked her feet apart, forcing her to spread her legs.
“Now it’s
your turn bitch,” he growled.
A wave of
agony rolled over Victory as he drove his knee into her pussy! She screamed in pain! Ron laughed and kneed the soft V between her
legs again, even harder. Victory’s
slender body trembled in pain as she cried out yet again and hot tears began to
roll down her cheeks. Her legs buckled
and she started to sink towards the floor.
Ron grabbed her narrow shoulders pulling her back up.
“Please
don’t…” Victory said weakly.
Ron laughed
again and drove his knee into her cunt once more! This jolt was so intense that she could not
even scream. Her whole body shuddered
and her long, shapely legs quivered weakly as she gasped and sobbed. Ron stepped back and before she could even
fall he rocked her with a straight hook!
This time Victory did cry out, her head spun and her thick brown locks
whipped about wildly. She twisted
awkwardly with the force of the blow and sprawled limply on the floor. Her sexy body glistened with sweat. Weakly the heroine pushed herself up to her
hands and knees. Now a pair of combat
boots was standing next to her. A
powerful grip yanked on her hair, jerking her face up with a startled
yelp. It was of course Bounty Hunter; he
was still holding her belt.
“Who told you
about my belt?” Victory mewled.
Bounty Hunter
glowered down at her. He did not
answer. His foot came up in sudden
kick. Victory did not even feel it
connect. Everything simply went black.
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When Victory
came to, her body ached all over and she couldn’t move. She was sitting in a chair in a small room,
probably still inside the factory. She
was still wearing her lycra shorts and halter but her
boots were missing. Her hands were tied
at the wrist around the back of the chair, and each ankle was tied to one of
the legs. Victory tugged at her bindings
but to no avail. She struggled and
groaned trying to free herself but without her power belt even these simple
ropes were too strong! She was
trapped!
The door
opened and the thug named Diego stepped in.
Victory glared at him.
“Where am I?”
the heroine demanded.
“Does it
matter?” Diego asked.
“Where’s your
boss?” she snarled. “I don’t deal with
lackeys!”
Diego slapped
her, hard. Victory’s head snapped to the
side and a soft cry escaped her lips. He
grabbed a handful of hair and yanked back, arching her back painfully over the
chair. Victory gasped in pain. Diego got very close to her ear and almost
whispered.
“Look at you,
proud Victory,” he chuckled. “Beaten and
bound by ‘lackeys’ but still too good to deal with one?”
Victory
started to retort through clenched teeth, “You haven’t…”
Diego cut her
off with another hard slap! The heroine
let her head drop, her long tresses falling over her face. She had been beaten, and beaten bad, by a
pair of lackeys.
“To answer
your question, because I want you to know,” Diego began, as he was pulling
something out of his pocket. “The Bounty
Hunter and Ron went to broker a deal for your belt! Some one went through a lot of trouble to set
you up tonight after all.”
“Tell me
who,” Victory said looking up. There was
no authority in her voice though.
“I wouldn’t
if I knew,” Diego said. “I only wanted
you to know that we’re all alone here.”
Now she could
see that he was fiddling with a long syringe!
Dread clutched at Victory as he prepared for the injection, flicking the
syringe and squirting a tiny amount out of the needle. When Diego leveled his eyes at her his gaze
sent a chill up her spine.
“What is
that?” Victory asked, unable to keep a quiver from her voice.
“It’s obvious
from the way you dress you’re in need of a good fucking,” Diego said. “I could just rape you, sure. Without your belt it probably wouldn’t even be
much of a struggle! But I’m not going to
let you off that easily. Because what your sexy little ass deserves… What arrogant
super heroines like you need, is to be brought down a peg or two.”
“How do you
intend to do that?” she asked.
Diego
grinned, advancing on her slowly, each step deliberate. Victory struggled against her bindings
desperately as he got near to her.
Whatever he had planned she knew it would not be pleasant. She had to get free! The ropes held her firmly and our heroine
quickly realized it was hopeless. She
was completely at the mercy of this common thug.
“Whatever
you do to me…AAAHHH!!”
Diego cut her
off with another slap! Then he again
yanked her by the hair, jerking her head to the side this time. Victory started to struggle but felt a slight
pinch in the exposed side of her neck.
Then an intense burning flowed into her, though it quickly subsided into
an almost pleasant warmth. Poison of some kind? Victory instantly felt a bit light
headed.
“What was
that?” Victory asked softly.
“See if I
raped you, I’m just another scumbag,” Diego ignored the question again. “Taking advantage of an
unfortunate…well, for you… situation.
You’re just another victim and probably strong willed enough to get over
it.”
“You’ll be scum
regardless!” Victory’s head was spinning but she was also perfectly aware. It was an odd sensation.
“Maybe,”
Diego chuckled. “But what will that make
you when you willingly fuck me?”
“Never gonna
happen!” Victory growled.
“Not only is
it gonna happen,” Diego laughed then got deathly serious. “You’re going to beg me for it!”
He said it so
surely that Victory was suddenly afraid.
It could never happen…could it?
“What did you
give me?” Victory said again mustering all the authority she had left.
“Ecstasy,”
Diego replied smoothly.
Victory’s
eye widened in shock. Though she had never taken it before, it made
perfect sense with the sensations she was having. Who knew what further effect it would have on
her! Could her own body betray her? She began to struggle even more desperately
against her bonds! Diego tossed the
syringe and stepped back, smiling. The
way he watched her struggle, Victory could tell he enjoyed the show. At last she slumped back on the chair,
breathing heavy. Her modest breasts
heaved up and down and her arms went slack.
She was beginning to feel warm and tingly all over.
“Look at
you,” Diego said. “All flushed and
breathing hard, you are a sexy little thing!”
He came
towards her. Fear washed over Victory
and she made a few final weak tugs against the rope. Then he was behind her. Rough hands gripped her shoulders firmly, then slid down her arms.
Victory could not pull away from his touch and it sent a chill running
all through her body. Then he reached
around and she inhaled sharply as his fingers ran over her exposed belly. Already the drug was taking hold and that
simple touch was far more pleasant than she wanted it to be! A surprised yelp escaped her lips as he
suddenly cupped her firm breasts!
Victory writhed as he began to squeeze.
His sure grip sent a wave of pleasure washing over her.
“They’re
little but damn they’re firm!” Diego whispered in her ear. “Are they really yours?”
“Y-yes,”
Victory stammered as he continued to fondle her over her halter.
“These little
tits are much to small for my tastes,” he sighed. “But maybe we can have some fun anyway.”
Her purple
top was skintight and beneath it her nipples hardened standing out
clearly. This made Diego double his
efforts. Each big hand covered her
entire breast and groped and squeezed with authority, gentle but firm. He worked his fingers over her nipples
sending a wave of pleasure with each deliberate flick. Victory resisted but the drug coursing
through her veins was stronger than her will power. First she bit her lower lip trying to resist
but Diego worked her tits like he owned them!
Her breathing sped up, falling in rhythm with each squeeze and
consequent wave of pleasure. Finally,
despite herself, Victory let a soft moan escape her lips. At this sound Diego increased the intensity
further! Drawing
another moan, then another louder moan.
He quickly figured out exactly how to play her and Victory found herself gasping and moaning with each squeeze, flick and
twist of her supple breasts! The
pleasure was intense but the humiliation more so, to be at the mercy of this
common thug.
He stepped
back suddenly. Victory was breathing
hard and she slumped in the chair.
Beneath her top her nipples stood erect, as if wanting more. They did want more! Her stomach churned at the thought of this
man touching her but her body was beginning to betray her. Diego stepped in front of her and leaned in
close. Again he grabbed a handful of
hair and pulled her head backwards, slowly this time. Like everything else he did, gently but with
authority. Victory could not keep her
head straight and so let him expose her soft neck and throat. He leaned in and kissed it. Her body instantly broke out of goosebumps
and she shivered. Then she felt his tongue
on her skin. It was course and wide, but
the drugs made it seem velvety. He
licked from her collarbone to chin, and back down. Victory whimpered as he did. Then he began to suck on her neck, right at
the base. Another wave of pleasure
washed over her.
“Ohhhhhh
gawd,” Victory moaned. “Don’t…”
Diego ignored
her. He sucked and licked at her neck,
biting sometimes, all the while holding her firmly in place by her hair. She could not help it as her body shuddered
with pleasure. Though she fought them,
every moan that escaped her pouty lips was like a defeat. Diego did not slow or pause or loosen his
grip on her hair as he reached inside her halter and grabbed one of her firm
melons! He squeezed and flicked the
nipple and cascade of pleasure tumbled down her torso. Humiliation washed over Victory as she cried
out in pleasure and felt her pussy get wet.
“That’s more
like it,” Diego gloated stepping back.
Victory was
flushed and gasping. She lifted her eyes to his in defeat.
“Please, no more,”
she begged.
“Listen up
sexy,” Diego snarled. “We’re just
getting started.”
He quickly
untied her wrists but rebound them in front.
Then he untied her ankles.
Victory wanted to run but did not have the strength. Diego pulled her forward off the chair and
sat down himself. She tried to pull away
but it was a meek attempt at best. The
thug easily pulled her face down across his lap. He put one hand firmly on the back of her
neck to hold her in place. Then she felt
his other hand caressing her ass. His
touch sent tingles running the length of her spine. He rubbed and squeezed each cheek.
“Now this is
perfect,” he grumbled. “Ass like a peach!
Anyone ever tell you that? Perfect!”
He continued
to grope her ass but slowly moved downwards.
Soon Victory felt a hand run down her leg, then back up her inner thigh
where it rubbed across her pussy! She
had been silent up to that point but now she squealed in unwelcome pleasure! Diego worked his fingers nimbly over her
dripping cunt, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. First over her shorts,
rubbing at an even tempo.
“Oh… oh… oh…
ohohoh,” Victory moaned unable to resist.
“That’s right
bitch,” Diego said. “Give in. The stronger the drugs, stronger the
pleasure…but the stronger the pleasure the stronger the drugs! There’s no hope!”
Victory
barely heard him. He was working her
pussy so well she could barely breath, taking short
gasps between each moan. The pleasure
was building to a crescendo! Even though
she knew she was only being molested by a scumbag thug, she could no longer
resist the drugs. Despite herself,
Victory spread her legs and arched her back so he could get a better
angle. Which Diego did! Immediately he switched and slipped his
fingers under the thin strip of cloth covering her soft spot. His rough fingers plunged into the dripping
flesh of her pussy lips and instantly resumed the building tempo!
“Ooooohhhhh…aaaaaahhhhh,”
Victory cried as the most intense wave of pleasure yet crashed over her. Her hips began to rock in rhythm with his
hand. She tried to stop but was helpless
against it. Suddenly he stopped and
pushed her off his lap. Victory fell to
the floor with a grunt and looked up at him in confusion. She was almost panting. Every inch of her body wanted this scumbag
and she could not keep that longing out of her eyes.
“Ready yet?”
he asked.
“N-never,”
Victory whimpered coming back to herself.
Diego reached
down and pulled her forward. Victory
came to him willingly, she could not believe it but she could not stop it. He spun her around and pulled her back onto
his lap, sitting this time. His big
hands encircled her slim waist and then slid upwards. They slipped right under her lycra halter and roughly grabbed her breasts. Victory could not help but shout her approval
as he twisted her nipples. He was
rougher with her pert tits this time, kneading and groping, twisting harder but
Victory played even easier. She groaned
and moaned, leaning to arch her back pushing her little B-cups more into his
firm grasp! The shame and humiliation
she felt at becoming this mans plaything were lost for now in the haze of
pleasure and drugs. Victory began
arching her back to rub her “perfect” ass against his crotch. One of his big hands reached down and slid
under the waistband of her shorts. His
fingers slid over the smooth shaven skin and again found her moist pussy and
went to work. Overwhelmed Victory spread
her legs and rocked her hips hard against his hands! Her heart pounded, she could not think
straight, somewhere at the back of her mind she knew she was being raped, but
her body (and the drugs) wanted…MORE!!!
“Ooooohhh,
untie me,” Victory moaned. “Please…
aaaahhhhhh… pleeeaaaaaahhhhssss….”
Diego did it
quickly. Then his hands went back to
their work. Victory was helpless in his grasp, her body shook and shuddered with pleasure. She could not even do anything with her freed
hands except hold onto his burly arms as his hands played her body like an
instrument. She cried and moaned and
screamed at his touch. Suddenly, Diego
stopped. Victory was so hot she felt on
fire, she was gasping and panting. It
was time. Despite herself the heroine
knew she could not resist any longer. He
pushed her off his lap and she stood there shivering, fighting what she knew
was to come.
Diego stayed
silent.
Victory
wrapped her slender arms around her trembling body and tried to calm
herself. She could not. Whether it was the drugs or the man, she had
been brought too far to control herself.
“Please,” she
whispered in a quiet whimper.
“What?” Diego
asked smugly. “Couldn’t
hear that.”
“Don’t stop,”
she said a little louder. “Please.”
“Show me that
ass, bitch,” Diego ordered.
Victory
hesitated a moment, then hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her lycra shorts. They
were soaked, both from her sweat and her crotch. She slid them down her long, sexy legs
letting Diego take in the view. She knew
her firm round ass would be glistening with sweat.
“Now, on your
knees,” he ordered.
Victory sank
to her knees with her back still to him.
She was trembling. Then she felt
his hands on her, lightly. Teasing. Each little
prod made her moan and sent a ping of pleasure racing over her body. He started to pull on her halter and Victory
lifted her arms so he could pull it completely off. Her pert breast bounced into the cool air,
and the heroine was naked on her knees before a common street thug. Suddenly he seized a handful of hair and
grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing just enough. Victory yelped in surprise, leaning into
him. She felt his hot breath on her ear
as he tugged her long brown hair. He
twisted her breast, flicking the nipple slightly drawing a shuddery moan from
the heroine.
“Say it,” he
whispered to her.
Victory resisted,
grasping for her last bit of pride.
Diego knew her by now; he worked her breast with one hand and had her
trembling in his grasp. Breaking her
will in a way no torture or threat of death could have!
“I can do
this all night,” he whispered to her. “Teasing, bringing you right to verge and then
stopping. I own you,
now say it you little bitch!”
“Ah ah ah,”
Victory moaned. “Oooohhh
please! Please!”
“Please
what?” Diego said with a perfectly timed twist.
“Aaahh…f-
fuck me…pleeeaahhss fuuh-uck me,” Victory begged. “Oohh gawd, please fuck me… ah ah aaahhh!”
With a
triumphant howl Diego shoved her forward.
Victory fell onto her hands, bent over before him. Her head drooped in shame and humiliation,
but the rest of her body quivered in anticipation. She heard his pants unzip. She sensed more than felt his erect cock
bobbing between her legs now, inches from her trembling cunt. He slapped her naked ass hard and Victory
cried in an inseparable mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Say it
again!” he demanded and gave her another vicious spanking.
No hesitation
this time. “Please fuck me! Oh please, just…just do it…” Victory gasped,
shame and humiliation were gone. She was
nothing but his plaything now. “Please
oh gawd, please fuck me! Fuck me!” she pleaded pathetically.
She felt his
hands grab her hips roughly and then his cock slammed inside her! Victory screamed at that first thrust, he was
bigger than she expected. The sensation washed over her but did not subside
this time. The waves of pleasure surged
up her body then back down with each of his powerful thrusts! Victory could not help herself,
she bucked against him desperate for more!
Diego raised his tempo.
“Gaaaaawwwwd…
ah ah ah…yeeeaaasss….” Victory cried out.
“Fuuhh-uuuuuuhhhh-uck me… oooohhhhoohhohohohohoh…”
Victory’s
body rocked as she climaxed! She bucked and screamed but Diego kept pounding
her! He held her slim hips in his iron
grip and did not even slow his tempo.
Victory gasped now with each thrust, unable to buck or match his
tempo! A second orgasm washed over
her. Diego slowed suddenly, then pulled completely out.
Victory glanced back at him. He
flipped her onto her back with ease. She
pushed her long brown hair out of her face, her plump B-cups heaving with her
every breath, and she looked up at him.
Victory spread her trembling legs for him and he leaned over her.
“I want you
to see,” he grumbled. “So you know it’s
still me.”
So I know
I’m still being raped,
Victory understood. And that I begged
for it.
“Don’t stop,”
she gasped. “Uh…huh… please… please fuck
me, fuck me… Uuuuugghhh!!!” She groaned as he stuffed his cock into her
again!
Victory
wrapped her legs around his waist and took every inch that Diego had to
offer! His powerful thrust shook her
slender body violently and she orgasmed again, crying out! Her arms fell limp as another climax washed
over her! Soon she was lost in a sea of
pleasure. Diego fucked her hard! Had his way with her. Victory lay helpless beneath him, moaning and
shaking and begging for more! Finally he
was finished, and pulled back breathing heavy now
too. He sat on the floor beside
her. Victory rolled away from him,
panting. She felt numb all over.
+++
Later Victory
was back in the chair and left alone again.
Diego had redressed her and rebound her arms and legs. Her head hung limply in utter
humiliation. She had never been defeated
so completely. However, as the drugs
began to subside, her head cleared.
Victory gradually reminded herself who she was. She had to find a way to escape,
she had to get her belt back! She had to
make these men pay for what they had done to her!
“It’s not
over,” she growled into the darkness.
“Not by a long shot!”
…To Be Continued!!