DELTA NIGHTS 05: 

CHRISTMAS

by Pegasus

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS. All heroines in this story are the creations of Mr. X. 

Almost a full year has passed since the chilly winter night that Noah Vale began his plot to bring about the downfall of Delta City's heroines. Now the final pieces of the puzzle snap into place and the true nature of his scheme is revealed. Will he rule as Delta City's premier super-pimp, or do his ambitions lie in even more powerful and influential positions? Or perhaps he will find he has underestimated the resilience of the undefeated heroines Lady Midnight and Power Lass, who even now are planning to bring about his downfall.

Please direct all comments and feedback to benchleyfan01@yahoo.com, or visit my blog at http://writer-pegasus.livejournal.com/.

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PRELUDE: THANKSGIVING DAY

"Unh! Oh God!" cried Axanna Morgan as a man in a purple cape and cowl pushed his cock into her ass. The former millionaire newspaper heiress found herself bent over a kitchen counter in a movie set mock-up of a house as she took part in yet another of Mind Fuck's many porno films. Her satiny blonde hair was styled in a beehive reminiscent of a 1950s housewife. To match it she wore brilliant red lipstick, blue eyeshadow and heavy blush. A pearl necklace hung around her neck and a plain tan dress gave her a distinctive June Cleaver look, but her conservative appearance was betrayed by the fact that her dress had been hiked up over her shapely hips and its front had been ripped downward, allowing her two fulsome breasts to pop out as she was bucked by her master's thrusts.

Mind Fuck kept one hand on her shoulder and one on the soft, white skin of her ass as he pushed into her with an iron-hard cock, easing his tool into her tight virgin asshole. Even her husband had never had the nerve to take her there, but now this man had claimed the last of her holes. She shuddered against the counter, grunting as she tried to relax her rectal muscles to allow more of her master's astounding length to enter her. He growled in hunger as he worked his way in, adjusting his position and moving her body to accommodate him. She looked back with fearful eyes as the pain in her ass overwhelmed her, but she saw no mercy in Mind Fuck's eyes. 

Beads of sweat popped out on her brow as he pressed her face flat down on the counter and spit heavily on his own cock. This lubrication, in addition to the plentiful pre-coital juices that flowed from his glans, allowed him to work his final inches into her. The pressure was unearthly and Axanna let out a breathless gasp, knees momentarily buckling. Behind the pain and pressure was a building feeling of pleasure. By now she was used to it - Mind Fuck's juices had the ability to light her nerves on fire, sensitizing her body to an insane degree. As he pulled back slightly and then pushed in again, even deeper this time, she knew this was going to be an amazingly pleasurable experience in a few minutes.

"Ffffuuuck," she said slowly as the caped man massaged her ass, working his cock back out until only his bloated glans remained inside her. She felt the veins on his shaft pulsing with angry intensity as he pushed back in again, faster this time, building momentum bit by bit. She lost control for a moment and the muscles of her ass squeezed down on his cock in panic. 

He simply hissed in pleasure at the added friction and sank a hand into her elegantly styled blonde hairdo, grabbing her hair by the root and yanking her head back. She gasped and moaned helplessly as he kept fucking her harder. 

"This is how a slave takes it," he said with his teeth clenched, staring her in the eye. "However her master wants it. Understand? You get no say in the matter unless he says you do." He pulled harder on her hair, forcing her to arch her back, tits jiggling beneath her. As was the norm nowadays when she got a good fucking, they were leaking heavy streams of mother's milk. "Understand!?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed fearfully. "I understand, Master!" Smiling grimly, he released her, letting her body fall back onto the countertop. 

"Yessss," he hissed. "Take it. You need it. Take it like the slave you are. Beg for it."

"F-f-fuck me," she whimpered. "Fuck my ass... fuck my ass..."

"You want it harder, don't you?" he asked, twitching with lust. He was moving faster but she could feel him restraining himself, too. His muscles were tense, ready to begin a powerful thrusting motion, but instead he built up to it gradually. It drove her fucking crazy.

"I want it," she admitted. "God, I need it... I need you to fuck me. I... I need your cum. I want you to cum in my ass..."

All around them, camera men circled, getting the best angles of the smoldering anal lovemaking taking place. Axanna realized the cameras spurred her on to say things she might not have even said in a private coupling with her master. She needed to look like a bigger slut for the camera - needed to let her audience know just how horny and needy she was.

"Give me your cum," she said, eyes shut tight. "Please. Please, Master... Need it... I need it..."

"All in good time, slave," he said, still quickening the pace bit by bit. "Soon I will give you the rapture you can't live without. Soon I will..."

He paused, ceasing his slow thrusting and releasing Axanna's body. He did not pull out of her, simply stood behind her, cock still enmeshed in her asshole. He looked around the spacious warehouse where his porno movie set was housed. A small audience of henchmen and his enslaved heroine harem sat off to one side of the set. 

"Ms. Americana!" he called, and his first slave looked up from the henchman she'd been flirting with. "She's almost here."

"What?" the ex-heroine said, rising from her seat. 

"Get ready-" he began.

But he didn't have time to complete that sentence. Behind him, one of the warehouse walls exploded without warning into a cloud of concrete, sheet metal, and broken glass. It rained down all around them, henchmen, cameramen, and heroines alike taking cover from the debris. Mind Fuck looked up as a single woman streaked forward through the cloud, racing through the air towards him. He had almost no time to brace himself before the woman tackled him and kept moving, the momentum pulling his erection at last from the anus of Axanna Morgan. The woman slammed him against a far wall and he fell to the ground in a heap, gazing up through dazed eyes at his attacker - it was the superheroine known as Power Lass, one of only a few free Aphrodite females left in the city.

She looked positively radiant in her bright white uniform, almost glowing. Her bob of shimmering blonde hair was like a halo framing her cute face, with its large blue eyes, thick pink lips and upturned nose. Her red cape billowed behind her regally as she hovered above him but he could not help noticing the fantastic cleavage exposed by the plunging neckline of her skintight costume. Her enormous tits made Axanna's, indeed all of his slaves', look practically inadequate. The golden-tanned flesh of her breasts and legs was a stark contrast to the spotless white of her outfit. 

"Game over, Mind Fuck," she said, reaching down to clutch his rich purple cape. "Or should I say... Senator Vale?"

In a quick movement she snapped the cape off him, bringing the cowl and hood with it, leaving Noah Vale naked and cowering in terror below her. His cameramen, coming to their senses, left their hiding places and surrounded Power Lass and Noah, continuing to document the proceedings. They knew their jobs.

"Very good," Noah spat. "It only took you about a year to figure out my identity!" Then, turning to the small group of enslaved heroines in the room, he gave orders: "Get her!"

Ms. Americana, Amazing Babe, and Got Gal, all dressed in lace lingerie and heels, rushed at the invading superheroine, their former ally. Power Lass was initially taken aback, but she was too angry to let their attack succeed. None of them possessed power on her level, and with a few well-timed kicks and punches, she felled them easily. Then, fuming with rage, she turned back to Noah and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him into the air. He choked and sputtered, looking back at her with defiant eyes as she raised a fist. They both knew that she could take his head off with one punch if she wanted to. They hung in mid-air, motionless. The camera men looked up at them in awe.

"Do it," Noah said weakly, throat constricted by the superhuman strength of her grip. "Kill me. Bash my head in. Choke the life out of me. Rip me limb from limb."

"You wouldn't be missed," Power Lass growled, fist still raised. But it was obvious no that she did not have the fortitude to kill him outright. For all her anger and righteous indignation, she could not execute this seemingly helpless man.

"Look at you," Noah said, throat still held tightly. His legs dangled below him. "Posturing, threatening, intimidating. You don't even know you're already defeated, do you?"

"Stop talking," she said. "You're the one who's defeated. This tape..." - she gestured to the cameras - "...is going out to every news station in the state. You've been unmasked, Mister Vale. Tomorrow morning, the whole country is going to know that young Senator Noah Vale was secretly the serial rapist, porn mogul, super-criminal known as Mind Fuck."

She grinned in victory, but Noah only coughed out a laugh.

"Please," he said in a squeaking voice. "Do you think it really matters if they know who I am anymore?"

"What are you talking about?" she demanded, pulling his face in close to hers.

"I'm a hero," he said as Power Lass slowly let them descend to the floor. She loosened her grip on his neck, allowing him to speak. "The biggest hero this city's ever had. In one year, I've found a solution for the prostitution problem that benefits everyone, I've cleaned the streets of gang activity and brought the organized crime syndicates into line with the police force. And I've ensured order by clearing the city of its vigilante element. Namely, bitches like you."

"Don't tempt me," she said, tightening her grip once more and shaking her fist.

"Go ahead," he said, shrugging. "Like I said, I'm a hero. If you kill me, you'll only make me a martyr for the cause and ruin your own integrity beyond all repair. Of course... you've already done that, though, haven't you?"

"What... what do you mean?" Power Lass said, her veneer of confidence beginning to falter.

"When was the last time you checked a public opinion poll to see what the people think of you?" he asked, eyes burning with intensity. "You've become a danger to the city, Karen. In the middle of a crime wave you lost your cool and started using maximum force. You crippled a father of two in the middle of that riot in September, did you know that? You killed three high school students in a little tussle back in July. Sure, they were gang-bangers, but they also had parents. Now the crime wave's over and you're still out there, flying around, putting petty crooks in intensive care. How do you think that looks to the people of Delta City?"

"Don't talk to me about how I use my power," she replied. "I'm the only one who knows what it's like--"

"What if cops just started shooting every jaywalker?" Noah asked. "How do you think that would go over? And more importantly, would you think those cops deserved their power?"

"Listen, I--"

"And that's not even the most important point!" Noah exclaimed. "As a superheroine you swore an oath to uphold justice. That included not taking a life. Now you've gone back on that promise. Whether or not the public trusts or needs you, I know that deep inside, you realize you've corrupted yourself permanently. You can't go back to being a hero anymore. You've ruined yourself."

Power Lass was silent - she just stared at him in horror and anger.

"You know it's true," he said quietly. 

"Oh God," she said finally, releasing him and doubling over as the knowledge of what she'd done hit her like a punch in the gut.

"Ruined," he repeated for effect. "You've ruined yourself, Karen."

Instead of lashing back at him, Power Lass simply collapsed to her knees, shaking as sobs overtook her.

"Oh God," she said again. "The things I've done... I've killed people... I can see their faces. I was never supposed to kill anyone..."

"No, Karen, you weren't," Noah said, standing over her triumphantly now as she cried quietly. "Heroes don't kill. So what does that make you?"

She had no reply - she just looked up at him with wide, horror-struck eyes, brilliant and shimmering with fresh tears.

"We're all here for a reason, Karen," he said, eyes feasting on her exposed expanses of flesh. She was a marvelous creature, almost comically busty. He decided at last how he would take her as he stared down her cleavage. "You thought you were a hero, but you're not. So what other reason do you have to exist?"

Still, this once-hotheaded heroine had no response for him. So he answered for her.

"To be my slave," he said, and she broke down into sobs again, shaking her head meekly. 

"No," she whimpered again and again. "No, no, no."

"Look at me," he said, reaching down to lift her chin so she could not escape his gaze. "Look at my cock. Don't you think it's beautiful?"

His massive erection hovered before her face, purple glans staring her down. 

"You want it," Noah intoned, stroking his shaft slowly, gently with one hand while holding her face in the other. "I know you do; I can read your thoughts like a book. You haven't had a man in... you don't know how long. You have so much desire in you that you've tried so hard to suppress, but now, at the end, it will only make your downfall that much easier. All your resistance has been for nothing."

Eyes still locked on that throbbing erection, Power Lass whimpered and tried to pull away, but he held her still.

"You might have superpowers," Noah Vale said down to her. "But these feelings are stronger than you, Karen. I am stronger than you."

Still, she had no response. Noah smiled as he watched her watch his cock. The blood rushed through it, filling the tissue, making it ever harder. He studied her features, enjoying each long breath she took as the desires overtook her once and for all. Her mind was pushed to the breaking point, bent beyond repair. He had ruined everything good about her, and she had let him. She could never forgive herself now. She was defeated. Her resolve had buckled under the pressure. Now it was time to break her at last.

"You want it, don't you Karen," he said softly but forcefully. "Tell me."

"Yes," she murmured with no hesitation. 

"You know it will bring about your enslavement. The end of your life as you knew it. The death of your free will. You know that, and still you want it."

"Yes," she said again. There were no tears now. 

He moved his hand down from her chin, dragging his knuckles over her bare neck and the flesh of her cleavage. He paused to brush the back of his hand over the slight bulge where her breasts spilled over the plunging neckline of her bright white costume. She trembled at the contact. He slipped a finger inside the front of her outfit and took hold of the zipper pull, then began to draw it downwards. Over the curve of her mighty chest, down over her taut abdomen, towards her pelvis. The costume parted, pushed wide by her own massive breasts, but did not expose her nipples. Wordlessly, they locked eyes, and Noah enjoyed the look of innocence and complete helplessness he saw in her. He pulled the costume apart, exposing at last her golden, tanned breasts to his gaze and to the cameras. They were full, tight, round and so perfect they defied gravity, retaining their globular shape as he looked them over. She followed his eyes, looking down at her charms self-consciously. 

All her life Karen Clark had been trying to get people to look her in the face instead of focusing on her tits. Every man she'd ever met had wanted to see them, and she had denied them all. There was none of that now, no illusion that there was anything to her beyond those two sizable assets. She, like those tits, existed to be used. As this revelation filled her mind, she looked up at Noah Vale and saw a look of hunger that scared her.

"You know what I want," he said, never breaking his gaze from her tits. His mind, too, was filled with the significance of her disrobing. The cameramen were stunned, silent, and still, drooling over her. "Do what you were built to do, 'Power Lass.'"

Karen nodded and scooted forward slightly on her knees. His rigid cock was right before her, ready for her to take it like a baton in a relay race. Like all the heroines who had taken it before her. She reached up with hands that could bend steel and wrapped her fingers around its girth slowly, feeling the warmth, the stiffness, the softness. The veins, which yielded to her touch but pulsed against her grip. That angry cockhead, which swelled even now before her eyes. Noah released his penis as she took it gently from him and guided it down towards her chest. She rose up on her knees to meet it, enjoying the feeling as at last the slimy hot glans pressed against her breast. She traced a line along the top of her bosom with the dick, and already it began pumping out clear, sticky precoital juices. The sheer amount of fluid Noah was putting out this early in their encounter surprised her, but as the liquids did the task they were biologically designed to do and sank into her pillowy soft flesh, she felt her nerve endings alight with pleasure at even the slightest touch. She looked up at Noah with childlike wonder at the feelings even this contact were giving her. 

"Feel it," he smiled, nodding. "Feel the rapture I'll give you. Feel the lusts you've denied all these years take you over. Feel the bliss of submission, Karen. Now and forever."

Karen's only response was to reach down and lift her gargantuan white breasts from below, surrounding Noah's spear with her supernatural cleavage. She engulfed most of his length with her tits, squeezing herself around him before leaning down, squashing her chest against his hips, feeling the tickle of his pubic hair on her nipples. His beautiful red cockhead popped out of the top of her valley, now nearly spurting with his juices. They ran in beads down the slopes of her mountainous tits or were smeared into her flesh by his own pulsing rod. Everywhere they sank into her skin, they set new fires of desire. Karen began to breathe heavily as her body surrendered to its basest urges. She rocked back, her canyon of cleavage once again swallowing his glans. She felt the precum lubricating her chest and smiled in delight at the sensation.

"Yessss," Noah said above her, stroking her shimmering blonde hair. "Do it, slut... That's it... Doesn't that feel good?"

His hands joined hers on her tits and he squeezed even harder, eliciting a yelp from the heroine as the contact sent shards of pleasure through her body. Her mind fogged over and she gave in to every demand her body asked of her. She was running on instinct alone - instinct and desire. There was no anger at Noah anymore, no thoughts of vengeance for her fallen comrades, no pity for her friend Angela. There was only him. Him... and his cock.

Her gentle back-and-forth rocking motion became a serious of insistent downard titty thrusts as she became overheated and lusty. Her titanic breasts swelled, her hard nipples scraping up and down Noah's thighs as she hugged her breasts around his cock, letting him guide her flesh over his again and again. She gasped with passion as more precum, mixed with sweat, rolled over her globes.  

"You will be a slut, a whore for life," Noah was saying, and his words struck deep into her soul. She knew what he was saying was true. "Bound to your darkest urges, your truest purpose - the giving of pleasure. Your body will be bought and sold, your mind owned until the end of time by your Master." 

By now Ms. Americana and the rest of the heroines had righted themselves and now surrounded Power Lass, beaming with pride as they watched the passionate display taking place before their eyes. Karen didn't care. She had given up caring. The old Karen Clark was gone. Her old sense of pride and dignity had been erased, washed away by the pleasure-giving fluids of Noah Vale. She was a whore on display now. This was her first show. She didn't intend to disappoint.

Karen doubled her efforts on Noah's cock, crushing it between her massive orbs, gaining a hiss of lust from the man she now lived to please. As she jostled her tits around his length, she leaned her head down so she could meet his cockhead with her tongue whenever it popped into view. She was rewarded by a few short bursts of thick white cream that landed on her cheeks. This overjoyed her and she squealed before abandoning the tit-fuck and sinking down to take his shaft in her mouth. 

In one movement she guided his cock past her lips and towards the back of her throat. She swallowed what she could of his impressive length, the superhuman muscles of her gullet clenching down around him. She savored the taste of his juices, the radiating heat of his cock, swiping her tongue over and around whatever flesh she could manage. She gagged heavily before rising up on her knees again, letting the cock withdraw from her mouth until she only held that throbbing glans between her thick lips. With her cheeks concave and her eyes shut, she kept it there before bringing her tits up once again to surround him, squeeze him. She bobbed up and down, taking into her mouth whatever length of hardened cock was not engulfed by her fantastic breasts. Noah leaned back and sighed as he listened to the alternating slurps and moans of appreciation his newly subjugated slave was giving off.

"That's it... yesss... Pleasure your Master," he encouraged her, hands on his hips. 

Karen knew she was nearing a climax, the God-given orgasm that would mark the end of the life she had known. A tiny voice in the back of her mind still screamed and cried against her debasement, but it was silenced once and for all as the feelings Noah gave her at last overwhelmed her. She disengaged from the cockhead and screamed as her pussy boiled, her entire body shaking, muscles spasming and twitching. She craned her neck back and shouted to the sky, Noah looking down at her with a feeling of supreme confidence. How he loved that first, primal cry of orgasm, when the last bits of freedom, self-identity, and independent thought were torn violently from his victims by the powers he had brought to bear. 

Karen squeezed her Master's cock ever tighter between her colossal melons as she rode the waves of her first climax as a slave. Finally she felt his rod pulse with finality, swelling suddenly. She knew what came next. 

Noah withdrew his penis from her cleavage and began hosing her down, spraying her with a torrent of viscous cum that seemed to never end. He didn't stop until he had coated the tops of her breasts completely, and as the cream dripped copiously from her chest onto her bare thighs, he drew her head towards him and fed her his still-spewing cock. Still in the final throes of her own thunderous orgasm, Karen surrendered and let her mouth be filled with that tasty jism as Noah Vale groaned and growled above her. 

When he had finished emptying his balls into Karen's mouth, he released the heroine and let her fall limply to the floor, unconscious, a beatific smile on her pretty face. She collapsed into the folds of that regal red cape, excess cum spilling out of her mouth and staining the fabric as she dozed. Noah flicked a last few drops of cum onto his slave's prone body and then backed away, wiping sweat from his brow. 

"This video's going to make a fortune," he said with a laugh.

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DECEMBER

After Power Lass' disappearance at the end of November, the remaining weeks of the fall passed uneventfully. Delta City got its first light snowfall of the season, and a joyful holiday spirit filled the air. It had been a hard year for the city, after all - a hot summer full of public unrest and violence, and the great fall of the heroines from grace. That was what this year would be remembered best for - the elimination of vigilante justice. And Delta's citizens were glad to see it go. 

The only exception to this was young Yumi Wong, who still masqueraded on the darkest, coldest nights as the Azure Angel. Sightings were few and brief, and she became something of an urban legend. The last of the Aphrodites. 

The state-run brothels at last opened to the public, and were declared an unqualified success immediately. The finest medical coverage was offered to the working girls, who had never looked prettier now that they were government employees. The presence of illegal drugs in the flesh trade was all but eliminated - there would be no crack or smack flowing through the girls' veins. They were allowed to do their jobs in peace, and the process, indeed the city, ran smoothly. Smoother than ever.

Crime plummeted, and Delta's administration was lauded for its apparent victory in the war against drugs and violent crime. Many of Delta's citizens were ignorant of the fact that their city owed its newfound glory to Noah Vale, who was little more than the town's benevolent dictator. They did not know that their system had failed, and Vale had revolutionized it with his own system. If they had known, few probably would have minded. Poverty, too, was on the decline, as those who could not make a decent wage simply turned to working for the efficient new crime syndicate that Vale was also at the head of.

And so, a city that had once been plagued by virtually every social problem in the book saw its slate swept clean in under a year. Columnists and pundits talked of Delta like it was a new Utopia. Tourism boomed, and in turn so did the local economy. In the years to come, the very idea of vigilantes in the streets would become laughable, and the time when such "guardians of freedom" were required would be remembered as a dark stain on the past. 

A little over a week before Christmas, Senator Noah Vale was busy at his desk finalizing legislation that would spread his initiatives statewide, and eventually nationwide, when the intercom buzzed and he heard the breathy voice of his young, blonde secretary. 

"Senator, there's a Ms. Grear here to see you."

"Send her in," Noah said as he kept writing, a pleasant smile on his face. The door to his small office opened and in stepped former District Attorney Angela Grear. The tall, elegant, dark-skinned beauty had obviously spent some time preparing for their meeting - her cheeks were flush with color, her eyes decorated with mascara and eyeliner, her lips a bright crimson, her hair long, straight, and silky black. She wore a simple black power suit, replete with a short skirt, stockings, and heels. She looked every bit the powerful woman she had once been, though he knew inside she was destroyed. He had taken everything from her; both her public and private lives were meaningless now. Still, she carried herself with the presence of a true Aphrodite. Though she hadn't been seen on the streets as Lady Midnight for some time, she was still an exceptional woman. 

He greeted her with a wave of his hand, motioning to a small loveseat along one wall of the office. She walked over and dropped herself onto its cushions wordlessly. Her defeat was apparent in her demeanor now. Noah finished up writing, checked over the pages of documents, and then pushed them to one side, capping his pen. 

"Now then," he said, at last looking up. "You've come to make official your surrender?"

"You've won," she replied, staring at the floor. He, in turn, stared at the slight bit of cleavage her jacket and blouse failed to cover. "How can I deny it anymore? I've always prided myself on never losing hope, but I suppose there's a time for realism as well."

"Quite," he said succinctly. "You have to have known for some time you couldn't possibly defeat me."

"From the first time I saw Ms. Americana in one of your... films. I saw her complete devotion. That was something I'd never seen before. I knew you would be different."

"You knew I would end you all."

"Maybe not then... Maybe the night you took all the young heroines in one fell swoop. That was the first real time I considered we would be on the losing side."

"Mm-hmm."

"And now I know that Power Lass is yours as well."

"Mm-hmm."

"There's nothing left for me to fight for."

"You know," he said with a smile, "The good thing about being on the losing team in this situation is you get to jump straight to the winning team. I wouldn't even call it losing at all."

"You're enslaving people," she said, voice wavering with emotion. "But you talk about it like it's some game. I can't understand it. You're taking away everything from these women. Their careers. Their goals. Their hopes and dreams, their personalities... I can't understand how you can do that. Have you got no conscience?"

"I don't see it in moral terms," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I think that's your problem - you see this as a decision I've made, to rid the city of you heroines. But you have to see it from my view."

"And that is?"

"Aphrodite females like you are genetically, biologically designed to be submissive," Noah explained. "You are designed for copulation, for procreation. You are literally a fucking machine. You never get tired, never get hurt. You're a purely physical creature. So it would make sense that your biological opposite, the yin to your yang, would be a male who was purely mental. And that's what I am, Angela. I'm the Alpha Male to your Aphrodite Female. We are nothing more than animals created by nature to meet, fuck, and create children. What you see as enslavement is simply a chemical bonding mechanism to ensure lifetime devotion on the part of the female."

Angela made a disgusted face.

"Think whatever you want right now, Angela, but by the time you leave this room you'll understand exactly what I'm talking about."

Noah stood from his desk and walked over to join her on the loveseat. This close to him, Angela could smell his musk, that odor he had that always made her slightly confused. At last it made sense why. Before she knew it, he had one arm around her shoulders and a hand on her stockinged thigh. Their faces were very close, and she found herself gazing into his eyes. 

"I can't trust you," she said, already breathing heavily. She fought to maintain her sanity. "I can't believe that this was meant to be. What about all the people I've helped as a heroine? All the men and women I defended as a DA? All the things I've done with my brain? I'm more than just a body to be... to be fucked!"

Noah responded to her nearly-hysterical protests with perfect calm.

"All meaningless," he shrugged. Before she could retort, he continued. "Think about it, Angela. Think about the months of pain you've endured as I've exposed you to my pornographic video tapes. Think of the frustration, the anger, the agony as I showed you a world you were meant to be a part of. Think of the desire that is so thick in you and on you that I can actually smell it. You've had that reaction because it was meant to be. You were never meant to be a heroine. You never gleaned any real satisfaction from that. The same goes for your job as an attorney. Answer me one question, Angela: if all that frustration and anger could be cured right now, wouldn't it be worth giving up an unfulfilled life as a vigilante or a lawyer?"

He was stroking her thigh gently now, and her legs parted. His hand disappeared up her skirt and her thighs spread, granting him access to the prize between them. His hands brushed the lace of the fabric of her panties, and Angela tensed, then relaxed.

"Well, wouldn't you?" Noah asked.

"Mmm-hmm," she said simply, eyes nearly shut, mouth open slightly, in a state of complete malleability.

"Well that's the only answer I need," he said, leaning in to kiss her full on the lips. As his hand pushed her panties aside and began a careful rubbing of her already-dampened pussy slit, Angela was quick to surrender. As his thumb touched her clit, she pressed her body against his and returned the kiss with passion, moaning into his mouth. The moan was strangely morose, the sound of independent life leaving her. It reminded him much of the scream of rapture he'd heard from Power Lass on the day of her submission. The thought that Power Lass was now merely another slut, working in one of his brothels as a big-titted attraction, made his erection form all the more quickly. His only disappointment, as ever, was that Angela's fall was so easy in the end. Months' work of work in breaking her down led up to a single moment of capitulation, that moment he enjoyed so much. Was it worth it? To have them fall like so many dominoes instead of just tying them down and forcing his will upon them? 

There would always be time for more conquests in the future, he decided as with his free hand he unbuttoned Angela's jacket and blouse, exposing her lingerie-clad chest to him. In a show of passion he grasped the front of it and pulled down until the fabric tore. All the while, the two stayed connected at the lips, writhing on the small, uncomfortable loveseat. 

Angela felt her mind fading, felt the years of legal training fading away to obscurity, actually felt Noah take his rightful place at the forefront of her brain, as her one, true Master. ...Master. That word had such a feeling of comfort, of warmth to it now. And at last she saw the world as Noah did - saw herself as one piece in his grand scheme, saw her surrender as the smartest thing she could possibly do. As she felt her dark, aching nipples being exposed and subsequently palmed by his eager hands, she knew it was a decision she should have made long ago.

"Tell me you're just a body to be fucked," Noah said, breaking away from their kiss and squeezing her breasts with urgency. She moaned incoherently and craned her head back. 

"Tell me," he growled, squeezing her tits harder.

"I am," she responded. "I'm just a body... to be fucked. It's what... I was made for. I see it now, Master, I see it!"

"Yesss," he said happily, pinching her bloated nipples until she squealed before diving down to take one in his mouth. She laid down on the loveseat and he took his place atop her. Her stockinged legs folded around his body and she felt the tent in his pants, the insistent hardness pressing against the fabric covering his crotch. She ran her hands through his hair as he nursed on her, a wide grin etched on her face.

Moments later he hauled her off the loveseat and carried her over to his desk, where he plopped her down and continued their broken kiss. Her hands snaked down to undo his fly and then reached courageously inside, gripping the shaft within and hauling it out. He showed no reaction as she guided its head to the entrance of her cunt, just kept kissing her as she hiked up her skirt and situated herself. It would be her decision to let him pierce her. He would only be complicit. 

And pierce her he did. Bringing her legs once again around his body, she pulled him close and let his cockhead spread her pussy lips wide and enter her. She shuddered violently as the event took place, until their hips met and he was inside of her to the hilt. She felt filled to bursting and breathed in ragged gasps as they continued the kiss. 

"You know," Noah said, pulling away once again. "Usually I reserve this desk for the new secretaries I want to break in. Little high school sluts and the like. You're the first superheroine I'll have pounded here. Good thing I had cameras installed everywhere."

"Mmmmyeah," she agreed, nodding quickly before pulling him in for another long, smoldering kiss. Below the kiss, her hips began a steady gyrating movement as he started thrusting gently into her. Each thrust only elicited another shudder from her. This fuck was beyond anything she'd imagined, beyond all expectations she'd had when she came to see Noah Vale fully expecting not to leave with a free woman. The months of frustration melted away into the most pleasurable erotic experience, pure liquid heat that ran from her loins up to her brain, down to her fingertips and toes. She felt at one with the world, with Noah, with herself. She saw, at last, why Ms. Americana had never attempted an escape. Why would she? What would she escape to?

Angela came with a soul-shaking orgasm and let out a long, low moan that was interrupted by short chipmunk squeaks as she felt Noah flood her cunt with his seed. He had been right - she sure didn't feel like she'd lost anything. The stunning anticlimax of a capitulation after months of resistance, the thought that she had, in the end, sought out her own defeat, was softened by the fact that she had never experienced anything like the pleasure, security, and happiness she felt in the arms of Noah Vale. If the biological soulmate line was bullshit, if he wasn't really an Alpha Male... he sure felt like one. 

And just like that, fucked like a cheap secretary on a desk, the old Angela Grear met her end. The lovemaking had been quick, gentle, quiet, and smooth, though she was promised much rougher experiences in the years of servitude ahead. After Angela screwed her hips onto Noah's cock one last time and let him dismount her, they lay together on the carpet at the foot of his desk, her hand lovingly stroking his still-hard cock, his hand running up and down the cheeks of her smooth, brown ass. She pressed against him, showing him with her body the adoration she felt. 

"All those months," she whispered. "All the pain. All the anger and frustration. Done."

"You'll live a life of fulfillment now, Angela. Like very few people in the history of the world, you will truly do what you were born to do."

"If you'd told me a year ago that I would accept the life of a whore, I would have scoffed."

"Not just a whore," he said, turning his head to look her in the eyes. "My whore."

She giggled, gave his dick a squeeze. 

"I'm just saying," she replied. "A lot's changed."

"Life is hard," Noah said wistfully. "You should take every advantage you can to make it easier. If it means slavery, then... I guess that's your lot in life."

She smiled, murmured an agreement, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I love you," she said. 

He was silent.

"Do you love me?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I don't think so," he said almost sadly. "I don't think I feel love. I feel lust. That's all that matters. I feel desire for your body, for a body built to please me and arouse my interest. But I own you now, Angela. There's no way I could feel love for you. Your body is a plaything, and your mind is a possession. What is there for me to love?"

She was quiet for a while, mulling this over. She supposed it didn't matter. In truth, she felt slightly embarrassed to have admitted her love for him. Really her feelings went beyond love. She felt undying, fervent devotion to him, and an insatiable lust for his cream. Love was the best way she had to describe it. He obviously could not reciprocate. She had to find another way to show her feelings.

So Angela slid down and positioned her head by his cock and then brought it into her mouth, beginning an intense sucking motion that got a moan out of him. She tasted herself on him, tasted his cum, savored every drop. She sucked him for a long time, worshipping him as she would a god. She was the servant, and he the master. He caressed her face and gazed down at her with pride. 

Angela Grear had once considered herself the last, best hope for the survival of superheroines in Delta City. She devoted her life to defending the weak and preserving justice as she saw fit. She upheld principles and valued morality. She was chaste, wise, and courageous. Now, she crouched in a man's office, sucking him off to show her respect and admiration for him, for a man who owned her, heart and soul. It had been a long, hard fall. But in the end her resolve had evaporated to nothing. The resistance to Noah Vale's will had ended at last with a whimper, not a bang. There was no final showdown, no climactic triumph. Only surrender. 

Angela slurped on the cock, focused on her task. She could feel his muscles tensing; he was preparing to shoot into her mouth. She was happy.

***

"Good afternoon," Angela Grear said, adjusting her skimpy sports bra and athletic shorts. It was later that day; her first time in front of a camera, and she was nervous, anxious to please her Master, who watched from off-screen. "Welcome to Angie's Tanning Salon."

Angela reached out and shook her friend Karen's hand as if they were meeting for the first time, as customer and client in their first starring film together. From what Noah had told her, the film would eventually transform into the largest orgy he had ever filmed, but for now it was just Angela and Karen. Angela was thrilled, deeply excited, eager to please Noah, to show him she wanted to be a part of his life, to be his happy servant. She hoped Karen felt the same way.

In truth, the woman who had once been Power Lass felt few of those nervous emotions. She was reserved to her fate as a slave, as the utterly dependent bitch of Noah Vale, but it was something she could never find joy in. She would be a slut for all time because Master commanded it, but she would never enjoy it the way Angela and the others would. Karen had been the last to show real defiance, and all her anger and frustration had gone nowhere when she was finally debased. It still resided within her, a deep resentment for Noah that had transformed into self-hatred. Of all the slaves Noah had ever taken, she was the least content. Perhaps the years of steady sex work ahead of her would calm her, make her happy. But for now she had no choice but to grimly go through the motions of being the busty blonde sex-slave. So she tossed her head to the side to get the hair out of her eyes and flashed a bright, toothy grin, and shook her friend's hand. In a few moments they would move over to the tanning beds and begin their sex scene. Friends corrupted into lovers. Heroes corrupted into slaves. 

An hour later, Angela was hogtied and screaming as her body was used like a cheap toy. As the cameras continued to roll on the tanning salon set, she was tied down and fucked brutally by her master, before he moved on to one of the other heroines now filling the scene. Noah had amassed them all for the occasion - one humongous orgy royale to celebrate his total victory. When Noah had finished slamming into her with dominant strokes, he pulled out and tackled young Jessi Lockhart to the ground, holding her hands above her head as he eased himself into her, pushing her up against one of the tanning beds on the set.

Angela was left behind, bound, yearning for release. She looked up with wide eyes as her old friends Brenda, Tanya, and Axanna approached her. They spoke no words, only grinned as they knelt around her and began an assault on her body. Instantly Ms. Americana found a place between her legs, diving in headfirst and beginning to eat her old colleague out. Angela groaned through clenched teeth as Axanna and Tanya, two gorgeous blondes, simultaneously locked onto her tits and began hungrily, noisily sucking. Angela writhed, riding the wave of emotions and sensations that came with total surrender and orgasmic bliss. 

Noah, completely naked, devoid at last of his purple cape and cloak, was joined on the set by innumerable lackeys who had proven during the months in his employ to be the best fuckers. They too were joined by porn stars, male and female, and any number of other slaves Noah had accumulated during the year. The cameramen, overcome by the tableau before them, abandoned their posts and joined the fray, leaving the cameras to capture whatever transpired before them. 

It was not a very organized or convenient orgy - many a man was frustrated by his inability to find open holes. But it was a beautiful sight - flesh upon flesh, the toned perfect bodies of Delta's heroine community being rocked by thrusts, be they violent, angry, or loving, the sound of light moans and hungry grunts filling the air. Cum sprayed everywhere, bathing the participating women, covering their faces and chests with that glimmering white sheen, filling their mouths, cunts, and assholes.

Noah, for his part, went wild in a way many of the girls had never seen before - it was as if his animal instincts truly took over and he became nothing but a lusty beast. He fucked his slaves hard and long until they wept for release, beat them, abused them, cursed them, spat on them, came on them... He seemed to have an endless supply of semen, moving from bitch to bitch, depositing load after load, never tiring. 

It was a wonderful introduction into the world of whorishness Angela was about to enter; she was completely debauched and humiliated and begged for more with every breath she could spare. As a random man she had never met before in her life placed her face-down on the floor and slipped into her cum-slicked ass, she looked off into the distance and saw Karen being bucked between two hulking muscle men, one in her cunt, one in her mouth. Karen's enormous, beautiful tits flopped back and forth below her as she was used thoroughly, and in the back of her head Angela made a note that she would have to taste that abundance of tit meat again some time soon. Maybe someone would untie her and she could make her way over to her old friend for a re-coupling. 

But then her view was blocked by another man who pulled her up by the hair and guided her face to his cock. Other thoughts left her mind as she focused on him, on his pleasure and her own.

The finale came when all the men except Noah were too tired to continue. At that point, the former super villain known as Mind Fuck lined up his heroine slaves in a row and ordered them to kneel, then jacked himself to one final, powerful orgasm before their eyes. He moved down the row, dispatching spurt after generous spurt of his precious cream onto his slaves' faces, into their open mouths, over their sweaty, heaving breasts. He finished by hugging Angela's head to his crotch and forcing her to drink his final few drops before she passed out from exhaustion. At last sated, Noah too collapsed, and his heroines relaxed at last, lying in a heap of sweaty, quivering, cum-stained flesh and laughing out of sheer joy. They ate excess jism off each other's nubile bodies and fell asleep sated.

***

Noah Vale awoke early on Christmas morning to find his bedmate, Ms. Americana, already up. They had spent the night in Wade Manor, and retired to Brenda's old bedroom after yet another orgy in the grand ballroom downstairs. The wildly curvaceous beauty stood at the window, letting pale light spill over her naked body as she looked out on a city layered with newly-fallen snow. Noah sat up in bed and smiled at her. Of all his slaves, perhaps she was his favorite, he thought privately. She was his greatest achievement to date. A symbol of virtue wholly destroyed, trampled, remade in his image. After he had turned her, the rest had been easy. His eyes drifted down her back and her flaring hips, over the curve of her perfect buttocks, then down her supple, muscular legs to her perfect, bare feet. All of this, created just for him. For his use. He could feel himself growing hard and smirked. An Alpha Male's job is never done, he thought.

She turned, sensing his wakened status, smiled at his eyes roaming over her body, jumping up to her heavy tits and plump nipples, then to her gorgeous face, her clear blue eyes, dark eyebrows and full lips. She walked towards him and rejoined him on their bed, sitting beside him on the edge. She glanced down and noticed the growing tent in the sheet covers. In her eyes, he saw the sudden stab of hunger, of pure lust at the thought of his cock. She was every bit as insatiable as he was. No matter how much cream Noah pumped into her, she would always want more. Always.

"You're up early," he said with a yawn as she pulled the covers down his body, revealing his quickly-growing erection. Again he noted the look in her eyes as she surveyed his manhood, that look of pure devotion and adoration as her gaze ran up and down its length. 

"I felt a little sick," she replied quietly, not looking him in the face, instead reaching down to wrap a cold hand around his warm, engorged cock. She squeezed and felt it hardening faster, spurts of blood filling the erectile tissue. 

"Too much to drink last night?" he asked with a smile. "Wine? Cum?"

"Mmm," she chuckled as she began a slow jacking of his shaft, eyes still locked on it. "Don't think so."

He looked at her quizzically. 

"What then?" he asked simply, wanting her to tell him instead of simply reading her mind. The feeling of her hand on his shaft distracted him.

"I'm pregnant," she said after a long pause. 

His jaw dropped. At last she lifted her gaze to meet his, but she did not stop the masturbation. He studied her face, looking for a hint that she was joking, but there was no sign of insincerity. Instead, she looked rather frightened that he would be mad.

"How sure are you?" he asked hesitantly.

"Pretty sure," she said. "I've been getting morning sickness for a couple weeks now, and... and I bought a few home tests... And then there was... the other thing..."

"What?" he asked, eyes wide with curiosity. She blushed, looked away briefly, then when she saw he was not angry with her, she turned back to face him. Then, slowly, with her one free hand, she reached down and hefted her right breast gently. She squeezed it then worked her forefinger and thumb around the nipple, beginning a tender pinching and pulling motion that eventually began to yield drops of milk. As she kept milking herself, more of the thick white fluid came forth, until it was running freely down the front of her body in rivulets. She whimpered and squeaked slightly as one of his hands joined hers on her breast, kneading it, squeezing the nipple hard. He smiled with satisfaction as a jet of the warm milk squirted out and landed on the sheets. She squeezed his cock, showing the immense pleasure even this slight manipulation of her breasts could bring her.

"Well, this will add an extra fun factor to your movies from now on," Noah said, sitting back again and letting her jack him. He watched her two hands - one on his cock, one on her breast - making very similar motions for the same intent: to draw forth copious amounts of white cream. 

"I'm gonna get fat," she pouted, looking fucking adorable. Noah shrugged.

"I don't think most of our customers will mind," he said, grinning. "To be honest, I think a lot of them will be just as thrilled to see a pregnant heroine getting rammed. Maybe more so."

She giggled, blushing again even as she continued her jacking motion. With one hand thoroughly lubricated with her own mother's milk, Ms. Americana reached down and began to double-fist his steadily growing cock as it reached enormous height and girth before her eyes.

"And when the pregnancy's over, your perfect Aphrodite body while pull itself back into shape. Goodbye, tummy."

"And then what?" the former heroine asked, looking at him intently as she jerked him with increasing demand.

"What do you mean?" Noah asked, grimacing with increasing lust as she worked on him.

"I mean, what happens to the child," she said.

"Simple," he replied. "If it's a boy, that boy will be the new king of the city, the next Alpha male, Master of you all. And if it's a girl... She will whore as her mother did."

"You can't be serious," Ms. Americana said incredulously.

"Think about it, slave. Could you think of any happier life for you or my daughter than that of a cumslut?"

"Hmmm... No," she said at last, agreeing with a shrug.

"Our children are meant to be the master race," Noah explained. "A family of perfect beings will be born from you. Dominant males meant to rule and submissive females ready to be ruled. The future of the species is at stake."

"Yes, Master," Ms. Americana replied. "But what will happen to you?"

"Interesting you should ask," Noah said, squirming as her masturbation became less teasing, more pronounced. "There's one last secret I have kept from you all: I have to leave."

"What?" she asked, eyes sad. "But why?"

"I have achieved success here," Noah replied. "Total dominance. There is no one left to oppose me. Given time, this world is mine to rule. So it's time to move me into another universe."

"Wha?" she asked, momentarily stopping her jacking. "Another universe?"

"Yes," he replied somberly. "I've been constructing a machine over the last year. Using the funds Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan's fortunes could provide, I built a device to to transport me into another universe. I can't explain how I knew how. I just saw the designs in my head, like you might recall a portrait you once saw. So I built this machine I'd never seen from memory."

"That's unbelievable," she said, slowly beginning to jerk him again. "Really trippy."

"I am too powerful to achieve satisfaction here," Noah said boldly. "I must be reborn into another universe."

"But... we'll be so alone without you, Master. I don't know if I could survive without your cream."

"New Alpha Males will rise to take my place when I'm gone. It's the natural order of things. Perhaps your next Master will be our son. Perhaps not. And you'll get your fair share of cum in the line of work you're going into. Trust me."

"No matter what happens... you are my God," Ms. Americana said, dipping to swallow his shaft and appreciate it with every part of her mouth.

"I know," he replied, sinking his hand into her thick dark hair and holding her head lovingly atop his pole, savoring the feeling of her tongue swiping along the bottom of his glans as she slurped on him. Worshipped him. 

*** 

Late at night on January 1, a lone figure stalked along the edge of a darkened office building's roof. In the bitter, cold darkness, the figure crept with graceful, quiet movements. She was hunkered down, sometimes moving slowly on all fours like a cat, sometimes sprinting. She reached the corner of the roof and without hesitation leapt forward, propelling herself dozens of feat forward and two stories down onto a tenement building. She landed on the adjacent building and rolled, still silent even on the gravel surface of the tenement rooftop. Then, in a blink, she was up, a knife cutting through the darkness, a ninja. She was the Azure Angel.

Young Yumi Wong jogged lazily across the rooftop and then leapt again, flying through the air with inhuman grace. She landed on another, identical apartment building and repeated the process. When there was no more roof ahead of her, Yumi ran out onto a taut electrical wire running between rooftops. As her finely toned and trained body responded to her every command, Yumi's mind was racing. She was headed towards Alpha Town, formerly Sugar Town, cutting across the neighborhood known as the Bottoms. 

Below her, it was a much different city than the one she had seen just a year before. She was the last Aphrodite now. She paused on the edge of the Bottoms, surveying the street below where Alpha Town began. The night was cold and the streets were practically bare now save for the remaining trash and confetti left over from the New Years celebration the night before. A few government-employed prostitutes worked their way down the sidewalks in dull lamplight, searching for their next customer. Making money.

Yumi shook her head from above, pitying the state of women she once might have respected, loved. She did not recognize any of her friends from the Sisterhood down below. But one day she might. One night, she might see Angela or Karen or Axanna in that whorish dress, trundling down the night streets in search of a man to fuck. They might be working tonight in the buildings around her and below her, pulling tricks. But that was not what she was here to investigate.

The rumors were that Noah Vale had disappeared without a trace. After the news broke after Christmas that the king of Delta's biggest pornography empire was at the same time a "super villain" and a state senator who had enacted the most significant social reforms since alcohol prohibition, there was no word from his office. No comment. In fact, he was not even around to give a response. But there was no denying it. Films starring him without his Mind Fuck attire on were released, outing him to the public as the mastermind behind the fall of the heroines. And as a result... his approval ratings peaked at nearly 100 percent. Mind Fuck Films went public and stock prices surged. To Yumi, it was disgusting - the city's reaction was completely the opposite of what she would have hoped. To her, it represented the complete moral corruption of the city, the complete reversal of everything true and good. There was no part of the old Delta left. 

And now Noah had disappeared. Why? That piece of the puzzle didn't fit. He was at an all time high of power, influence, and popularity. He could run the town, run the state, with no interference, that much was obvious. The mayor and the governor were in his pocket. But he was gone. So it was time to talk to a few of his lieutenants. The old pimps - Kid Rotten, JJ Rod - were her target. She would beat the information she needed out of them, just as her predecessors always had. She cracked her knuckles and--

"Aaaarrrghhh!!" Azure Angel cried, lurching backwards and falling onto her back on the roof. Searing hot pain lanced into her head and she cried out again, writhing. "Aaghhh!!!"

From out of the shadows behind her, the form of a man emerged. He reached up to pull off the hood of a baggy sweatshirt, revealing his face to the subdued heroine and to the light of the moon. It was Preston Broadus. The man who had been severely injured and temporarily crippled when Noah Vale had driven up to save Ms. Americana the previous Februrary, the man who had been beaten to within an inch of his life by Power Lass, the man who had spent nearly the entire year in hospitals healing his injuries. Now healed, Broadus stepped from the shadows and looked down on Azure Angel, who stared up in horror at the man that had felled her with a powerful psychic blast.

"That's right," he said as he walked over and knelt beside the downed heroine. He reached out and began to pull apart her navy blue costume, exposing her quivering breasts to the cold night air, looking down at them ravenously. "Game's up, bitch."

The fear-stricken heroine looked up in shock as she began to shudder from Broadus' ministrations on her tits, his hands spreading across them.

"You can feel it, can't you?" he asked, molesting her ruthlessly. "My mind... it's stronger than your mind. You can't resist me. Can you?"

And with that he sank down on top of her. He pulled off her mask as he mauled her breasts and devoured her nipples, the two of them squirming in the cold night on top of a building in what used to be called Sugar Town. And a cycle began anew. 

Preston Broadus was an Alpha Male. For a whole year he had been out of commission, and that kept him off the radar of Noah Vale, who would surely have had him killed if he'd known what Preston really was. Now, with Noah gone, it was as if the street-level pusher knew his time on top was about to begin. Instinctively, he knew he should venture out and begin a chain of conquests that would give him the control he desired. All of Noah Vale's riches, his acquisitions, his slaves... they would all be Preston Broadus' now. 

*** 

Noah Vale was indeed never heard from again after that year. In a year he had turned Delta City on its head, and after that he was gone. There were theories, as there always are. Some people assumed he simply absconded with all of Brenda Wades' and Axanna Morgan's riches, setting up a new base of operations in Europe or the Carribean. Some believed he had narrowly escaped a police sting operation that would have sent him to jail, but those rumors were of course unfounded. The police force loved Noah Vale. 

Some well-informed people looked at the events which had taken place in Delta City in the course of a year and connected them to similar events which had taken place in Omega City ten years before. These people assumed quite rightly that Noah had been behind the Omega heroines' fall as well. They therefore concluded that Noah had simply moved on, the nomadic conqueror, to some other city that needed him. But there was one problem with that scenario; there were no heroines left to conquer. 

Those in the know (and there were very few) just smiled as these rumors abounded. 

Brenda Wade thought of Noah and the child she was expecting every time a client's lips surrounded her nipple and sucked warm milk from her. 

Tanya O'Donnell remembered the aging whore Kameron Drake, who she had interviewed shortly before being enslaved, and thought contentedly that she would some day resemble that woman. 

Axanna Morgan thanked Noah Vale and the heavens whenever she and her daughters' bodies met in pure carnal bliss. She was never lonely again; in fact, she was quite popular. Sometimes, Summer Morgan and her friends would feast on the elder woman's body for hours, drinking her milk, draining her breasts, all of them loving every minute. 

Barbie Cummings became the stupid slut everyone had always suspected she'd been. Drained of all higher learning, she still modeled from time to time (when she wasn't fucking, that is). 

Dana McQueen was never the same again - her mind perhaps did not heal fully after the brutal bestial rape she had been treated to by Noah Vale. But there were always animals around to keep her satisfied. 

Sara Kraft adapted to the lifestyle of the village whore somewhere in the jungles of South America. Spending her days on her knees, her thoughts sometimes drifted back to the world she had left behind. She wondered if her sisters had won the fight against Mind Fuck. She harbored hope that some day they would rescue her. But mostly, she enjoyed herself.

Karen Clark hated herself every time she let a client enter her, every time she was driven to orgasm by the countless customers, every time she took a load of jism on her spectacular, famous breasts. She hated herself, but she did it anyway. She had to. She needed it.

Angela Grear relaxed quite a bit. She became the most popular whore among the top lieutenants in Alpha Town, the same men who had fucked her in a hot prison interrogation room once, long ago, in another lifetime.

Maybe, Angela thought as her bulbous ass bounced up and down on the long, powerful cock of one of her pimps, Noah Vale really had been born into another universe. No machine was ever found. She supposed it didn't matter where he had gone. She just wished she'd had one last chance to see him before he went, to tell him how she felt about what he had done to her - how he had enslaved her against her will, tortured her for months beforehand, and ultimately destroyed the woman she had worked her entire life to become.

She wished she could have seen him one last time.

She would have thanked him.

End

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