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The Adventures of Light-Whiter and
Power Play
Chapter One
The female form has to be the most beautiful masterpiece of art, Jason thought. People have been trying to capture it’s essence for centuries in sculpture and paintings the world over. Still, he decided, nothing was better than seeing the real thing in person.
Standing at attention before him, in forced restraint was the young, pristine female form of a nineteen-year-old former cheerleader now known to the world as the super heroine Liberty Girl.
“Let’s see how you look with the lights off,” Jason mused.
She did not
respond; she could not respond. Thanks to the latest and greatest in
He reached out and
flipped off the main lights of the tenth story conference room. The only
illumination came from the night skyline of
The glow turned Liberty Girl’s normally dark blue leotard with white stars to an almost black. Her dark brown mid-back length hair with light brown highlights glistened in the dim light.
“Much better,” he admitted, eyeing her tight body, hungrily. Slowly, he approached the subdued super heroine hottie from behind, intentionally stepping on her navy blue mask that had once concealed her identity from the world. It was the first item to come off, and if Jason had his way, would not be the last.
For a moment he hesitated as to where he would start. He could smell her. Not the artificial scent of her intoxicating perfume, but her real scent; sweeter than any honey. And it was taking him higher than any methamphetamine could.
“Do you realize I know everything about you, Kayla?” he leaned in from behind and asked her in her ear. “I love teenagers. Nineteen is such a great age. So ripe; so tight.”
Jason fully expected to scare her with those words, especially that he knew her civilian identity, although it made him sound just a little bit too much off his rocker. But the comment was not an idle one. Thanks to his surveillance team, curtsey of the American taxpayer, he was able to track down the vigilante who had been wrecking havoc on his under the table operations, a fresh up and coming heroine named Liberty Girl. More astounding his team discovered that Liberty Girl was in fact a nineteen year old, just out of high school, former cheerleader named Kayla Jennings. Jason then made the determination that this attractive young woman was just the person he needed to begin his world wide power play. Thus, the whole setup to capture her.
Standing behind her now, he strongly considered giving in to his animalistic lust, and forcing her to take his manhood up her undoubtedly tight ass right then. Unfortunately his future plans dictated that he performed certain steps, and did things a certain way. So for the time being, rationality won out over deviant sexual pleasure. He began by molesting her breasts.
“You know you wouldn’t be in this situation if you had just kept your nose out of where it didn’t belong,” he said, each of his hands squeezing and pawing her flesh. “And if you knew your place.”
“Take the average
American. He goes to work for money, pays taxes, barely gets buy, votes in
elections that really don’t matter, all the good stuff. While senators like me
rise to power and enact real change; real control over the chaotic masses.
We’re above the people. Average
As he spoke his roaming hands made their way southward, smoothing past her belly, and roaming to her thighs. He moved around her, making sure his hands glided over her with his movements, until finally he was face to face with her, with his hands over each butt check. Staring down at her, he forced her deep blue eyes to look into his. He squeezed, wanting to see some kind of reaction.
Nothing.
He paused and frowned.
“On second thought, a little reaction from you would be a lot more erotic.”
He pulled a syringe and injected her neck with a small amount of its contents. Moments later, he excitedly welcomed a moan from Liberty Girl. It was her first major movement in the hours since Jason had baited her with the prospect of catching a corrupt senator, mainly himself, in the act. Upon arriving though, she received a blast from the immobilizer weapon, and a date with sexual submission. She could only barley move her neck, or speak now, and that was with great difficulty, though making sounds was much easier. Jason seemed satisfied with that.
“As I was saying, “he continued, “If you knew your place, you wouldn’t be here now.”
His right hand traveled to her belly, enjoying the feel of her curves, and as he spoke descended to her highly sensitive inner thighs. He gently pulled away the skin tight leotard, and penetrated her bare womanhood sliding his finger around until he found his destination; her clit.
Pausing, he deliberately held out, knowing she was anticipating the first touch and reinforcing the idea that she couldn’t stop him; she was completely at his mercy.
The first stroke brought a sharp gasp from her and it seemed like her legs quivered despite the fact that were supposed to be immobilized. The second brought a sharp “oh”.
He slowed considerably, fingering her prize as if it were a precious family heirloom, gently, deliberately building her sexual pleasure. She kept perfectly straight and still, save for her mouth which began issuing erotic moans, and gasps. He knew underneath the paralyzed exterior, her mind was registering what he was doing to her, and to her credit she kept her emotions in check; fighting him the only way she could.
“But we’ll change your tune,” he told her, “and teach you your place. Even if I have to do it over—“
“Oh!” she gasped as he interjected a hard stroke.
“And over—“
“Oh!”
“And over—“
“Oh.”
“And over again.”
Having broken the sexual ice, his caressing became more vigorous and steady. His finger kept on her clit, and each stroke sent wave after wave of intense sexual pleasure rippling through her. It radiated from her loins, slamming into her heart, forcing it to pump furiously to meet the demands of the forced sexual experience. It also blew into her mind, blanketing it with a white haze, blocking all but her attacker’s sweet touch, and the sweet dizziness of sexual bliss.
She was panting now in time with his touch, and light perspiration was beginning to form across her flushed face as Jason drank in her ravishment.
Smiling, he enveloped his free arm around her, enjoying her moans of pleasure and the feel of her soft strands of hair. He planted his mouth on her luscious lips in a deep embrace.
Their tongues met, as rational thought left her, replaced by a blanket of red hot sexual excitement. Conscious thought melted away under the onslaught and she could only succumb to his skilled touch. Still, she tried in vain to resist him; to fight in true super heroine fashion.
The pacing of his clit stroking increased, first in frequency then in intensity. Immediately she squealed, which he devoured with a hungry brutal kiss. Driven further to be her sexual dominate, he fingered as fast as he could relishing as she shook within his embrace.
Their battle went on for awhile. He would increase the pace and vigor of his stroking, then stop, allowing her pulsing clit to overwhelm her with sexual ecstasy before diminishing, and allowing her to regain some semblance of composure. But then he would begin again, listening lustfully to her erotic moans and screams. If the urge struck him he would sometimes even muffle her sounds with a smothering kiss. A long, slow one that seemed to drain any strength she had managed to maintain or build.
Each cycle ate at her resistance, draining a little bit at a time, until at last he saw that she was hardly struggling, but rather riding the waves as it were. So he decided to end the hour long ordeal and bring her all the way. His stroke became faster once again; faster and harder than anytime previous.
Her resistance fully destroyed at this point, and putty in his hands her sexual roller coaster ride came to an end as—
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!”, she screamed as she was brought to a violent, explosive climax. The effect of which shattered her immobilization. She arched her back, throwing back her head, and grabbed for her crotch. A second latter she fell to the floor moaning wildly.
She was completely and utterly exhausted. Jason watched her with demented amusement as she writhed in blissful pleasure; mercifully allowing her a few moments of recovery.
The quivering heroine did not object when Jason rolled her onto her back and straddled her. She looked up at him through hazy eyes and a flushed face, realizing she had control of body once again. Desperately she tried to push him off, but the hours of being frozen combined with her orgasm drained so much of her strength, there was nothing she could do as he pinned her wrists above her head. He kissed her long, hard, and slow, savoring her essence. Their tongues entwined, and she moaned in frustration. While in this embrace he injected her with another syringe. While his tongue continued to explore her mouth, she fell into a limp unconsciousness.
Seeing that she was out, he broke the embrace and rolled over next to her, gazing up at the ceiling. He reflected on the experience, pondering over what would be the next best thing to put her through. One thing was for sure, she was a firecracker. Even in the throws of overwhelming sexual stimulation; and being completely drained from her orgasm, she fought him.
It didn’t really matter, though. After this little escapade he had only one thought; other than the world domination plan he harbored. This woman beside him was going to be his, one way or another. He suspected the latter.
Suddenly his pocket started vibrating. Smirking, he pulled out a cell phone.
“Hello,” he answered.
“All is ready, and your plane is on standby Mr. Senator,” a voice on the other line said.
“Excellent, Mr. Holtz,” Jason replied. “We have to move now. Bring the equipment.”
“Understood, sir.”
He hung up, and turned to the heroine.
“Soon they will bow to me, my sweet,” he told her. He reached a hand and traced the curves of her body once again. “And you….you will be their queen.”
…TO BE CONTINUED…