Hope you like my first offering to the site! All feedback is greatly appreciated, and can be sent to lorebreaker@yahoo.co.uk. This is basically a story featuring several superheroines in all kinds of peril. It's fairly x-rated, so I hope the readers enjoy it!

THE COALITION
Part 1

By Lorebreaker

Sophia Hayworth, A.K.A. Starlight, backed up hard against the concrete wall, looking as far along at as she was able. The hiss and rumble of the various machines in this area of the building would be enough to cover the sound of her movements, but the last thing she wanted was to be spotted by a security camera, or even worse, a lowly worker. After all, she was trying to prove a point here.

It wasn't like she was difficult to notice. For one thing, there was her costume. It was composed solely of a pair of boots, a leotard split down between her breasts down to her navel, and a thin pair of gloves, all of glistening with silvery sparkle. Probably not the best choice of garments for a stealth mission, it occurred to her now, but what the hell, she thought. That stuck up Suprema often went into these situations wearing more garish outfits. There again, Suprema could afford to, being ten times as strong as most men.

Then there was her body. She was extremely beautiful in a pouting, powerful-looking way, with wide hips and very large breasts that she began to worry would give her away as they pointed so far out from her hiding place. She anxiously brushed some of her long, dark brown hair away from her face. She was beginning to have second thoughts here. Was she really out of her depth? Had they been right all along?

She shook her head angrily. Damn it, you're just wasting time, she told herself, and she broke away from the wall, moving quickly down an access route between two sets of large red pipes. The door at the end looked inconsequential enough - probably a secondary exit point - like a back door for this area, she thought. She hurriedly hopped through, feeling a little more self-satisfied.

She was almost disappointed to find a fairly anonymous looking corridor, the walls, floor and ceiling metal and sterile. There were electronic doors dotted about, but certainly nothing that screamed that it hid the proof she was after.

Ah well, she thought with an audible sigh, it was never going to be THAT easy. Truth be told, after that inital surge of panic out in the construction area, she was actually beginning to enjoy this.

She took one step forward - the first since entering the building she had taken with confidence - and suddenly the floor swung open beneath her.

Her heart lurched as she plummeted down into the dark, sliding along an unnaturally smooth chute that was taking her God-knew-where. She tried to brace her hands against the sides, but she was moving too fast, the air rushing by, the tiny lights set into the tube adding to the effect as they seemed to fly all around her. She tried to shake off the disorientation, knowing she'd have to be ready for whatever was waiting for her at the end of this.

She was expecting a group of armed guards, or a cage, or something else a little more traditional. Instead, as she flew out of the chute's end, she fell and landed unglamourously on her plump rear in an altogether more univiting place.

It was a medium-sized room about five metres square. It was dimly lit and mainly bare, except for some scattered items of what might be furniture. Something primitive, raised, that could be used as a table - another perhaps, a stool - and various other primitives, some of indeterminate purpose. Even more curiously, nearly every surface in the room seemed to padded with dark leather - even the ground she was standing on. Her eyes were still adjusting as she slowly got to her feet. She was still a little dizzy.

The chute was high up the wall. She was athletic enough to reach it, but what good would that do her? There was no way she'd be able to climb back up once inside. The warmth and comparative darkeness began to unnerve her, and she felt the first beads of sweat on her skin.

Suddenly the buzz of a speaker skewered her thoughts, making her jump.

"Sophia Hayworth, the one they call Starlight," the female voice sneered. "I'd hoped for bigger prey to be honest - Mystic Queen, or even Suprema herself. But looking at you in the flesh, you'll do nicely." She emphasised the last word leeringly.

The voice was tinny, but unmistakable. Starlight's nostrils flared. It was the voice of the very woman she'd set out to expose - Emma Maybury, multi-millionairess and the owner of the decidedly suspicious ArboGen company. She tried to look calm, even cocky, for whatever cameras might be trained on her. She let her bare shoulders fall a little, and swung her hips to the side slightly as the voice continued.

"I thought one of you idiots would come snooping around at some point - how enjoyably predictable. Needless to say, all the staff knows never to use certain particular doors. Well, you'll get to know the layout a little better at least - from now on, you'll be spending quite a bit of time here!"

Starlight's breathing had quickened a little. She was beginning to worry about where this was all headed.

"You look worried! Aww, don't sweat it, my pretty little thing. You'll have lots to do, lots to see - in fact, what do you say I introduce you to another member of my staff, although his job duties are rather more... specific."

Starlight felt dread creep up inside her at these words, just as a small section of wall in the far corner made a mechanical grumble and began to slide smoothly open. Even if it was her only way out, though, there was no way she was going to rush it. She held her ground, legs slightly apart, ready for combat.

What stepped out of the darkness beyond made her jaw drop and her knees weak.

It was a man, wearing nothing at all save some leather straps around various parts of his body. His physique was incredible, surpassing that of most bodybuilders, and the muscles glistened in the dim light. His head was shaven, but she couldn't see his face too well, as his eyes were covered with a leather blindfold and a gag respectively. He grunted bestially, looking solid on his feet.

But what really gave her cause for panic was the enormous, swollen erection jutting out from his hips, easily the biggest she'd ever seen. It became shockingly clear to her just what Emma Maybury had in mind for her. Nevertheless, despite her mounting fear, she shakily reassumed her combat pose. This changed nothing.

"Have fun... bitch!" The speaker cut out and the man lunged at her.

She swung at him left, right, left... every punch connected cleanly, and solidly. She certainly wasn't about to pull any, not with what this brute had in mind for her. At first she began to feel pleased, thinking that her opponent was big, strong, but clumsy, and that a sustained assault would be enough to dispatch him. However, she quickly began to realise that he wasn'r evading her because her blows weren't having any effect. His strength must have been incredible, because here he was, not even seeming to feel her her strongest attacks.

He swung at her, but she saw it coming - barely. Managing to duck, and having just enough time to consider that if it had connected, it would have been lights out for Starlight, she countered perfectly with an uppercut that looked like it would have taken out a horse. As it struck, he staggered. He staggered! Just a little, but enough to send a fresh spurt of confidence through her. She allowed herself a small, pouting smile, her eyes sparkling.

He regained his balance quickly and began swinging at her again. She was being careful to stay out of his grip - if he managed to get her in those huge arms of his, the fight would be effectively over. Instead, she was launching flurries of smaller blows, waiting for another clean, golden opening.

This went on for a minute or so, and no such opening was presenting itself. What was more, Starlight was beginning to tire. That, and occasionally being so close to that enormous member was more than a little distracting. She was sure that she had missed a couple of opportunities because she had reflexively recoiled from it. She had to keep with her strategy though, or she'd soon be getting to know it very intimately, she thought as she began to breathe harder.

Sweat covered both their bodies as the fight wore on. Then, as her slowly weakening smaller punches seemed to be next to useless against this powerhouse of a man, in desperation she lashed out with a high kick - a high-risk, high payoff move.

As it turned out, this was a huge mistake. Although her second-biggest mistake that evening had been to go through that boring-looking door, and her biggest of all to try and get evidence against Emma Maybury herself, against the orders of the Coalition of Superheroines, this was still a real doozy. The brute still had enough speed to dodge inside her kick, and grab it under his arm in mid-lift. His huge arm locked around her shapely leg. She gasped as she realised he had her. Plus, his penis was close to her crotch in this position, and this made her hesitate. It was all he needed to deliver a solid punch to her jaw.

She flew back, seeing stars, and landed on her back on a raised area of leather padding about a foot above the floor. She lay sprawled, groaning, trying to see through the haze as the room spun. She struggled against the delirium as she was suddenly jerked back to full wakefulness at the sensation of weight pressing down on her body. Her eyes shot open.

He was between her legs, his huge rippling chest almost against hers, and his swollen member lower down, eager for the spoils of victory. She cried out in alarm, and tried to fight, only to find one of his big hands pinning her wrists above her head. As she struggled, half fearfully, and half angrily, her large breasts bounced around, as if they were fighting to escape the confines of her skintight, glittering costume. Although he could not see them, he nevertheless knew they were there, as he grabbed one firmly im another thick-fingered hand.

"AHH!" She cried out in shock, her body going taut as he groped her chest vigorously. She began to groan as he felt his way around her body so callously, her eyes watering and her body burning at the sheer embarrassment of being molested in such a way. She knew, however, it was about to get much worse.

Having found the lie of the land, he gripped the material barely covering one of her great breasts.

"NO--" she began before he ripped open her costume completely. Her heaving, sweaty bosom bounced out into full view, unfettered and exposed. He tore away the loose scraps before grabbing her bare breasts again, to feel them fully. She gasped, twisting and gyrating, her cheeks hot as she tried to escape this molestation.

When he was satisfied, he reached down to the lower half of her costume, now ragged just below the belly. She saw what he was doing and her eyes widened. "Wait - STOP!"

It was if he hadn't even heard her. His fingers pushed roughly inside the crotch of her costume and she squealed with humiliation as his knuckles made contact with her pussy lips. He then gripped the material firmly and yanked what little remained of her outfit away from her voluptuous body with a loud snap.

Now she was in big, bad trouble, she thought. She was trapped in a villain's headquarters, her sweaty body was totally exposed to this... monster of a man, and she was a few seconds away from being fucked senseless. Her mouth open and gasping, her dark hair clinging to her wet face, she twisted her hips desperately, unable to take her eyes off that huge, throbbing, sticky member, inches away from her glistening vagina.

With his free hand he gripped her buttock underneath, and then pounded the tip hard against her resistive vagina. She cried out loudly, her body arching, trembling as she fought against the entry. But her strength was no match for his, and the first few inches swiftly disappeared inside her. "AUUUUGHHHH!!!!" She cried, her eyes wide, unable to fight in any way at all now. Disbelief in her situation rose in her mind - it was too surreal, surely - but yes, it was happening alright - as she felt the sexually overwhelming sensation of the rest of the cock being rammed all the way up into her unprotected vagina, she was sure of it. "GAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

Finally his hips pressed against hers as he was fully inserted. Now, as she struggled to adjust to these incredible sensations, he mercilessly began to thrust inside her, with long, firm strokes. She cried out, sharply at first, then as the rape progressed, longer and more shrilly, and increasingly more with erotic abandon than out of desperation. Each thrust punched all the way up her vaginal passage, her walls stretched tightly around the huge organ, the tip pushing threateningly against the entrance to her womb. As the pace quickened, and the point of contact between them got wetter and warmer, Starlight began to feel an orgasm would be forced out of her.

"Nuh - NUH - NUHHHH--" She fought against every movement, every violent, sticky plunge, but he was too big, too strong - his every twist, shove and thrust caused such unbelievable arousal that she was overwhelmed. Eventually she began to go tight, juicing up helplessly as the rushing wave of climax approached. Yelling with arousal as well as panic, she shook her head violently in protest as her lips clamped down on the bloated, thrusting member.

"NooooAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Her legs, still clad in silver boots, lifted sharply as her body was racked with a searing, devastating climax. This was enough to stimulate the brute sufficiently that his penis suddenly stiffened inside her, and then, as he thrust as deep as he could inside the defeated heroine one final time, a hot burst of thick cum suddenly filled her.

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!" She screamed in shock. her pussy suddenly overflowed with his seed, and as their orgasms finally dwindled, she collapsed, her head slumping against the padding, and her body going suddenly limp. As he continued to thrust, making sure all of his seed went inside to where it was needed, her body was rocked around, her breasts jiggling. However, Starlight didn't even notice, as she had passed out.

Emma Maybury, ice-queen blonde in a black robe, smiled widely as she finished watching the scene from the monitors in her study. She turned off the screen and went to her chambers. She needed her rest, after all. Tomorrow would be a big day for her - not to mention the Coalition of Superheroines... and especially Sophia Hayworth.

TO BE CONTINUED...