Le Voleur

by Orb (<http://mail.yahoo.com/config/login?/ym/Compose?To=Orb8888@yahoo.comOrb8888@yahoo.com)

Early nineteenth century England....

It was an extremely dark, cloud covered night as a horse drawn carriage slowed before the doorstep of Anthony Mansion. A lantern bearing servant greeted the cloaked figure that stepped out. "Good evening Sir Percy." Sir Percy had barely time to reply when the master of the estate rushed out to meet his lifelong friend.

Claude was ecstatic. "I got your message when your ship reached the coast!"

Percy was exhausted. He had but one thought on his mind. "Is Elizabeth here?"

"Yes, she's asleep upstairs. We weren't expecting you till next morning. She'll be quite surprised to see you tomorrow. You're all she talks about. Come in! You must be starving. I want to hear the whole story.", Claude smiled.

In the dining room, Sir Percy took a sip of brandy. The light from the fireplace flickered across the walls of the candlelit room.

Claude leaned against the wall as Percy slowly ate. "Is it true the creature has been destroyed?", he asked.

Percy met his eyes. "Yes... I found it lurking in the forests of Romania. It almost killed me on our first encounter. The legends said no weapon could harm it... the legends were wrong."

"The Sword of Galahad.... " Claude gasped.

Percy relaxed some and pushed back his plate. "Yes. It saved my life. With it, I chased Le Voleur from Romania, across the Black Sea, into Turkey. It was there that I drove my blade into its heart."

"Again, the world is in your debt, my friend. Tell me more.... I want to hear every detail. What is it? Tell me the nature of the creature."

Percy gave a stern look. "All consuming lust, pure evil... that is the nature of Le Voleur. It takes pleasure by feeding on the most pure. Alas, over the centuries, hundreds, if not thousands of young virgins have succumb to its temptation and had their lives ruined."

"Are not the legends true?", Claude asked. "If but one were to defy it, the demon would cease to exist."

"Yes." Percy sighed. "Apparently, the weaker sex has not the will to stand against it."

"I know one young lady who would!", Claude said proudly.

"Yes, dear Elizabeth.", Percy smiled. "She has the courage of a lion. I know she wanted to come with me, but I would never forgive myself if anything happened to your niece. This was not a job for a girl. Yet, I know in my heart, if she had come face to face with that sinful creature, she would have rejected him, sending him back to hell."

Claude nodded approvingly and Percy continued to thrill his friend with the tale of his adventure.

Above their heads, in the east wing of the mansion, Elizabeth was sound asleep in her bed. The cold night air rushed into the room as her bedroom window creaked open. Elizabeth did not awaken as a heavy mist poured in from outside, covering the floor. The covers of her bed were pulled aside, as if by an invisible hand, revealing the sleeping girl. Elizabeth moaned and turned in bed. She appeared to be in the middle of a dream. The ribbons of her nightgown slowly began to undo themselves. Soon, the top of her nightgown slid down unveiling her erect nipples. A shadowy figure slowly rose from the fog and stood by the bed as the last of her undergarments fled her naked body and disappeared into the fog. He looked down at the dark-haired beauty with porcelain white skin. It was then that her eyelids fluttered open.

It had been almost two years since Claude and Percy had last seen one another. Claude opened a box of cigars and the two friends talked throughout the night. The first rays of dawn were coming through the picture window when one of the servants entered the room.

"A courier just brought this message for Sir Percy." he said, setting an envelope on the table.

A frown crossed Sir Percy's face. "Who else knows I've arrived?"

Claude shrugged.

Percy opened the envelope. He stared at the words in disbelief. He wanted to run upstairs to her room, but he knew what he would find. The letter fell from his hand.

Claude snatched it from the floor.

It read:

"Dear Percy,

Did you really think I was gone? While you were boasting of your "victory", I visited your sweet Elizabeth. She was quite the little whore."

The corner of the letter bore a red wax seal bearing the image of a serpent coiled around a bitten apple.

"Noooooo! Not Elizabeth!", Claude yelled.

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Megapolis, USA. Present day....

(knock, knock)

A police officer swung open the front door of the suburban residence. A slender nineteen year-old girl in a revealing silver two-piece spandex outfit with a glittering red cape was standing on the doorstep.

"Hello, um, I'm not sure if you remember me." She brushed aside her shoulder-length reddish hair. "My name is Mega Girl. I helped you guys with that bank robbery two months ago. I was, like, flying over head and I, um, saw all the flashing police cars. Do you guys need any help or anything?"

The officer was surprised. "You superhero types sure act fast. Everything's under control here, mam. You can go...."

A deep commanding voice interrupted the officer. "Come in Mega Girl!"

Mega Girl ducked past the officer and stepped into the foyer. Police officers were busy analyzing what appeared to be a crime scene. Mega Girl let out a gasp when she saw that the familiar voice belonged to none other than the leader of the League of Valor, Captain Patriot. He was standing at the top of the staircase.

"Captain Patriot knows who I am!?", she thought to herself. She was thrilled to the core.

Captain Patriot spoke. His voice sounded just like it did on TV. "Come upstairs. I want you to see this."

Mega Girl was so excited she forgot her flight powers. The eager teenager scrambled up the staircase to join him. He led her to the bedroom on the right. It wreaked of sulfur. There, Mega Girl was confronted by a strange sight. Three semi-conscious women were being attended to by paramedics. The women were covered with blankets. They did not appear to be clothed otherwise. Mega Girl couldn't take her eyes off their faces. Each of the women had an elongated tongue hanging out of her mouth past her chin.

"What in the world happened here!?", she exclaimed.

"A sexual assault." replied Captain Patriot.

"But why do they look like that?", asked Mega Girl.

"The creature responsible was not human. These girls have been altered by some dark magic.", Captain replied.

"Girls? They all look really, really old, like forty or fifty.", Mega Girl replied. Suddenly, she remembered she was talking to a veteran of WWI and WWII. She turned red.

"I mean they look oldER. Fifty is still young.", she squeaked.

"These girls are eighteen. They were apparently having a slumber party. There's a computer on the desk over there. I think they may have met their attacker online. I'm going to see if the League of Valor's computer can run a trace.", said Captain Patriot.

He leaned in close to her and whispered. "There's more, but I can't tell you here. Let me find out what I can. Meet me at this address in 2 hours." He handed her a slip of paper with an address. Picking up his star-shaped shield, he was gone.

Mega Girl's head was spinning. Things were usually so dull in Megapolis. Yet now, there was a strange monster on the loose and most respected hero of all was treating her as an equal. Mega Girl flew up atop the roof of the Megapolis Bank Building and watched its large clock tick the seconds away. She couldn't wait for her meeting with Captain Patriot.

"I can't believe I'm working with a man who actually fought the Red Baron. Calm down Megan. This is your big opportunity. Don't act like a dork. If all goes well, he might ask you to join the League of Valor!", she thought to herself.

The address specified the 50th floor penthouse of the Tower Building. Megan stood anxiously in front of the door. As the last second ticked off her wristwatch, she gave three quick knocks on the door.

"Come in.", said a voice from inside.

Megan poked her head inside. She had to restrain herself from letting out a giggle. The always dignified Captain Patriot was behind the bar, in the middle of a swanky urban penthouse, wearing a long navy blue bathrobe . Megan tried to act natural. It was difficult to picture Captain Patriot wearing anything but his army green uniform.

"I'm sure everyone thinks he's in his uniform 24/7. I wish I had a camera." she laughed to herself. "For a man over a century old, he still is handsome though. I only see a little gray hair near his temples. That strength serum has kept him in fantastic shape over the years."

"Is this your place?", she asked.

"No, the League rents space in just about every major city for its operations.", he replied.

Captain Patriot seemed oblivious about his appearance as he poured himself a drink.

"This is an energy drink I formulated myself. Would you like some?", he asked.

"Sure.", Megan smiled. The Captain handed her a large glass. It tasted like a bitter yogurt milkshake. Megan forced herself to make the yummy sound.

Captain Patriot's voice suddenly became serious.

"OK. Well, it's time to get down to business. We have a serious situation.", he said.

"What was is that attacked those girls? Shouldn't we interview them?", Megan asked.

The Captain finished his drink. "It won't do any good. If they're like the others, they'll have trouble remembering their own names next morning much less what happened the night before. The computer trace led to an empty warehouse." He pointed towards the coffee table.

"Take a look at the manuscript laid out on the table. Don't touch it. It's very fragile."

Mega Girl studied the medieval document. The arcane language along the side was undecipherable. Megan was shocked by the image next to the writing. It showed a throng of nude girls kneeling before a cloven-footed creature. The girls had bulging eyes and long wagging tongues.

"Oh my god! These girls look like the ones we saw this evening!", she exclaimed. "What is this monster?!"

The Captain spoke, "Yes. Those are the lust-crazed faces of his victims. Le Voleur has come to Megapolis."

"Le..."

"Le Voleur. It means "The Thief" in French. He is an ancient demon. Le Voleur robs young girls of their purity, youth, and vitality. Those poor girls we saw this evening were his playthings."

"How are we going to stop him?", Mega Girl asked.

"Le Voleur is a coward. He will not seek a fight.", Captain responded.

Megan paused. She now realized why Captain Patriot was interested in her.

"You need me for bait." she said.

The Captain stared straight back at her. "If you're going to wear a cape, you'd better be prepared for the dangers of the job. If you aren't, go back to being a civilian. It's your choice. You have everything he desires.... innocence, beauty, and most of all... power. You are a walking power station. If we are going to catch Le Voleur, we must tempt the tempter!"

Megan took a breath. "OK, I'm in. But even if we find him, how can we defeat him?"

"You leave that to me. I think Le Voleur left that crime scene to catch your attention. Since, he can take any form, he may be watching us right now.", said Captain.

"What do you want me to do?", Megan asked.

"Over there, by the window, I've drawn a Circle of Merlin on the floor. It will protect you. Step into it. Once inside... I know this may make you uncomfortable, but it's the only way....I want you to slowly undress."

Megan bit her lower lip and cautiously walked towards the diagram on the floor. It was amazingly intricate and filled with demonic imagery.

"and if I do this, he will appear?", she asked.

"Yes, I'm sure of it.", Captain replied calmly.

"I have one more question.....How dumb do you think I am, Le Voleur?"

The Captain sat silently in his chair by the fireplace. Half of his face was illuminated by firelight, the other in shadow. He grinned.

"I had you fooled there for awhile, didn't I?", he chuckled. "It was the last part that gave me away, wasn't it?"

"Actually, it was the bathrobe." said Mega Girl. Her hands curled into fists surrounded by orbs of blue electrical energy. "It's not the kinda outfit one would wear while fighting the forces of evil."

"Really?", said Le Voleur. "I managed to fool your older sister last night. She actually stepped into the circle. Poor stupid girl. Before that, she mentioned she had a younger sister. I just had to meet you. I love having sisters."

"You're lying!", Mega Girl yelled. She moved towards him.

Le Voleur nonchalantly reached over towards the lamp table next to his chair and pull open a drawer. He lifted out a pair of metallic silver panties and held them up on his index finger.

"Ah Mega Lass, she was quite a ride."

"You raped my sister!? Do you know how many volts there are in a bolt of lightning? You are about to find out!", Megan screamed.

Her nemesis put up his hands.

"Hold your fire Mega Girl. You can't kill me. At best, you'll vaporize me. I'll just materialize tomorrow night and find you while you're asleep. For the record, I've never "raped" anyone. You have a free will, unless of course, you're dumb enough to step into a Circle of Control like your sister. All you have to do is say "no" to me and I'll have to depart this plane forever. It's that simple."

"Then I reject you! You will never have me! No!", Megan yelled.

Le Voleur laughed. "It's not THAT simple. I haven't asked you the question yet."

Mega Girl stood before him with her feet slightly apart, ready for action. She nervously replied."OK. So what's the question?" she asked.

Le Voleur had waited for this moment. He spread his bathrobe.

"So, what do you think?", he asked.

Megan's eyes widened. She found herself staring at a thick foot-long cock with a massive set of testicles hanging below. She was speechless.

"You're very powerful Mega Girl. But, like all the others, you have a weak spot. It's located between your thighs and I can smell it getting wet.", the demon smirked.

Mega Girl couldn't stop staring at it. She wanted to make a smart remark. Yet when she opened her mouth to speak, shockingly, a ten inch-long tongue spilled out.

"Blaaaahhh."

Le Voleur smiled at the sight of the bikini clad vixen with her dripping tongue dangling past her chin.

"That's what they all say.", he laughed. He outstretched his hand. "Your panties, please."

Moments later, Mega Girl's sopping wet panties were resting next to her sister's on the lamp table. On command, Mega Girl undid her cape, pulled off her top, and threw them into the fireplace.

Le Voleur relaxed in the easychair next to the fireplace with his legs spread. Megan was kneeling in front of his cock lapping and sucking on his cue ball sized testicles. Finishing with them, her serpentine tongue wrapped itself around the shaft of his enormous dick. Her eyes rolled back into her skull in ecstasy. "Mmmmmmm!" She worked her way up to the head of his cock. Staring at it lovingly, her mouth thrust down on top of it and she began to suck it feverishly.

After an hour, Le Voleur commanded. "Get up. It's time."

Mega Girl obediently stood up. Streams of her juices were running from her neatly trimmed pussy down her inner thighs. Facing her master, she knelt over his cock on the chair and put her hands on his broad muscular shoulders.

"Begin.", he said.

With that, the quivering virgin lowered herself until the fat head of his cock was pressed up against the lips of her vagina.

"First, little one, I'll take your maidenhead. Your youth and powers will follow.", he declared.

He grabbed hold of her tiny waist with both hands and pulled downward. Her hymen gave way as his cock pushed its way inside of her. Megan let out a deep grunt. "Uuuuuugh!!!"

"Did that hurt?", he asked with mock sympathy. She gave a sorry nod.

"You're as tight as your sister was. I want to see your tits bounce!"

Megan complied and began to move her hips up and down. She felt his cock working its way deeper and deeper inside of her. Le Voleur happily watched her perky breasts jiggling in front of his face.

As Le Voleur relaxed, his young sex slave worked tirelessly to please him. Her pussy slid up and down on his cock, over and over, until beads of sweat ran down her back. Mega Girl's lengthy tongue licked her nipples as she felt his cock swell and stretch her muff wider. As the hours passed by, the young girl's figure became more and more curvaceous.

"I love this part. It's like watching fruit ripen.", he grinned.

Le Voleur watched as the young waif transformed into a full-figured woman before his very eyes. Mega Girl's tiny tits swelled into a spectacular pair of firm D-sized breasts. Slowly, Mega Girl became Mega Woman.

Megan continued to grind her hips up against his body. To her surprise, she looked down and saw milk dripping from her nipples. She threw back her head as Le Voleur leaned forward to suckle her left breast. She pressed her bosom into his face as he gulped the milk from her lactating breast. After an hour, he leaned back with a milk mustache. He had completely drained her left breast. Megan looked at her chest. Her left breast was now sagging.

"Don't worry. I'll even them out." Le Voleur taunted. "Keep bouncing Mega Tart!"

He leaned forward again and began to suck her right breast. Le Voleur's cock had swollen to its full size. It was firmly implanted in Mega Girl's snatch. Stuck on his gigantic cock, she could only rock back and forth. As she did, the demon's wiry pubic hair tickled her exposed clit.

Le Voleur finished with her other breast.

It was now 3am. The wrinkled superheroine looked like she was approaching fifty years of age. She continued to rock back and forth on his cock, making animalistic grunts and moans. Her drooping breasts swung from side to side. Finally, she passed out and fell off his lap, onto the carpet.

Le Voleur looked down at his latest conquest. Dazed, Megan laid on her back with her tongue hanging out and her legs spread. Sulfurous vapors emanated from her cavernous vagina.

"Thank you, Mega Cunt! Most girls only last a few minutes. Your body contained a fantastic amount of energy. Don't worry. I'll put it to good use. ha! ha!"

He knelt next to her.

"Don't think that I haven't something for you in return."

He positioned his massive cock next to her mouth. A mighty orgasm shook his whole body. Seconds later, he opened his eyes and looked down.

Mega Girl was lying in a pool of spooge. Her face and tongue were completely covered.

"You're welcome.", he laughed.

The cum covered superheroine laid unconscious as a cloud of mist departed from the room.

"Farewell Mega Girl, you and your sister were the best fucks I've ever had!"

THE END.