Admantine 2:  Catching the Crew

 

By Pug Markov (ericthepug@excite.com)

 

Cast Suggestions

Admantine/Tina Choi: Kobe Tai, as always

Big Vito: Mike Starr (Dumb and Dumber, the Ice Harvest)

 

Author’s Note

Look for Admantine on City of Heroes on the Pinnacle Server

 

Catching the Crew

 

            As Tina Choi,, I was getting established as a dance instructor, but I felt a lot better about reaching my first month fighting crime as Admantine.

I was beginning to make a name for myself in Port Roberts.  I had busted over a dozen human street criminals and a few minor league mutants, but I had been unable to locate Little Buddha’s four Super-Human women that had attacked the Port Roberts Bank and escaped me, with the one known as Momma Mammoth giving me a humiliating rape in the process. 

            I began to question the thugs I was busting about Little Buddha, but none seemed willing to cross the crime boss enough to even comment on him.

            Finally, though, I got a tip.  A car thief I stopped told me that a man named Big Vito used to run things in the neighborhood of the South Docks, until Little Buddha pushed him out.  He told me Big Vito now ran a place called the Edgewater Club.

            The next night, just after dawn, I made my way to the Edgewater club, watching it carefully from the shadows.

            A few minutes latter, the door flew open, and two big, ripped bouncers carried an unconscious man outside, followed by a huge middle-aged man in an ill-fitting suit.  He barked an order, and the two bouncers tossed the guy onto a pile of trash at the entrance of the nearest alley.

            Figuring this was my guy, I leapt across the street, landing lightly between the older man and the two bouncers.

            They all looked at me in surprise for only a moment before their expressions shifted to lust.  I blushed as the big man swept his eyes up slowly along my body, his gaze lingering on my chest  “Are you Big Vito,” I asked him bluntly.

            “That’s me, and you’re Admantine.”
            I was rather surprised he knew who I was, and I guess my face showed it.

            “Beautiful babes are my business, and super heroines are my hobby,” Big Vito explained, starting to walk around me, inspecting me blatantly.  My ass got hot was his gaze rubbed it like a hand.  “What can I do you for, Admantine?”

            “I want to know whatever you can tell me about Little Buddha,” I replied, as he came back around in front of me.

            Vito’s face hardened, and he looked to his bouncers and jerked his head towards the door to the Edgewater Club.

            The two bruisers shuffled back inside, leaving us alone.

            “The fat chink killed off my whole syndicate.  I had to pay him two-hundred thousand to leave me alone, and now he runs all my old rackets.  What do you want with him?”

            “I want to bring him down, and I need to know what I can about him and his operations.  If you want to get back at him, help me.”

            Big Vito looked thoughtful for a moment.

            “Tell you what,” he said, “I’ll hlp you the first time for free.  After that, it will cost you.  Information is power, and power don’t come free.  The crime around here in South Docks is run by a group know as the Crew.  Six guys, including their leader, Hearse.  They run things out of an all night body shop, which is really a chop shop, over on Pier 13.  You take them down, you cut off Little Buddha’s money here in South Docks.”

            I nodded.  “Thanks, Vito.”

            “Take them down, then come see me when you’re ready to know more.  I am sure we can work something out”

            His grin gave me a chill.

 

            It took me an hour to find the Chop Shop on Pier 13.  The doors were all closed, but there was a fire escape that ran along the windows just below the roof.  I leapt up and peeked in.

            Inside, I could see three big black men in suits watching a big screen plasma TV on the wall, an explicit porno playing on the screen.  I could see a big Mercedes with its doors all taken off.  The doors were laying on a series of metal work tables, with their lining removed, the empty spaces of the doors stuffed with plastic bags of white powder.

            Perfect, I thought.  There was enough drugs here to put these guys away for a long time.  The car was probably stolen, as well.

            Taking a deep breath, I jumped through the window, landing in a fighting stance facing the three men watching the porno.

            All three jumped up and stared at me in utter amazement.

            They were all in their late thirties or early forties, but very muscular and in shape.  The smallest was six feet tall, the largest almost as big as Vito.  As I surveyed them, I made the mistake of looking too low.

            All three had erections, and my super-sharp vision let me see that they were all well endowed.  The porno had definitely gotten them worked up.

            “Alright boys, party’s over!  I’m Admantine and I’m here to take you all down!”

            The three chuckled and looked me over, licking their lips.

            I was distracted by a squeal from the TV.  I made the mistake of glancing at it, just as the oriental girl on the screen got impaled in her ass by an impressively hung black man.

            The fact I was Chinese and facing three huge black men who were very horny and obviously well hung did not escape me. Visions of what the trio might do to me began to play at my thoughts, and my nipples tightened until they stung, standing up very visible through the shin-tight, whisper thin unstable molecules of my long-sleeved crop-top.

            “We’ve heard about you, Admantine,” one of the three criminals laughed.  “You’ve been making some noise on the street, but we heard how Momma Mammoth fucked all the fight out of you..  Be a good girl, and we’ll give you three times the fucking she did.”

            Now, I was pissed.

            I stomped my foot hard, and sent a shockwave through the garage, knocking the Mercedes off the jacks holding it up and bowling the three thugs off their feet.

            As I stormed to them, the three took out pistols and started shooting as they scrambled to their feet.

            The bullets flattened against my body, my soft skin indestructible but too soft to ricochet them off.  The flattened lead pellets fell to the metal floor with musical pings.

            Reaching the first thug, I kicked him n his belly, launching him into the air almost six feet, spinning to kick him again as he fell, sending him through the windshield of the Mercedes.

            That’s when things went bad.

            The remaining two thugs had apparently heard enough from Mammoth to know how to distract me

            I turned from the first Crew member and the car to find myself face to face with another one.  His big black hand reached down to rub my mound!

            The super-thin material of my shorts offered basically no protection from the sensations, magnified by my ultra-sensitive sense of touch.  I was already excited that night, from Vito’s inspection, their lustful gazes, and the images of the porn, so his touch was like a blowtorch, heating my body to boiling.  As he roughly massaged my pussy, his partner stepped behind me and reached around me to grab my breasts in a cruel, demanding grasp.

            God help me, these two bastards were touching me just right to match my unbidden fantasies, rough and cruel, taking me for their own pleasure.

            My eyes were drawn to the still playing porno, where the little Asian chick was getting it hard from her black partner.

            In desperation, I lashed out blindly, my fists connecting with the chest of the black man rubbing my aching pussy, dropping him to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

            The man working my breasts from behind just pulled my crop-top up to expose my round breasts and gripped them directly, his thumbs pressing on my nipples.

            My desperate defiance ended in a kittenish whimper, my arms falling to my sides, just as the door to the office of the Chop Shop opened and three more men entered.

            Two of the newcomers fit in with the first three, big, muscular, middle aged and black.  The last was Black.  Not African-American, jet black, like obsidian.  He was a little short of six feet and rail thin, but dressed in a very nice suit and carried himself in a way that showed he was the man in charge.

            “What the fuck is going on in here,” he demanded.

            “This is that Admantine girl that the bosses Super-Bitches fought,” the man abusing my swelling, tormented breasts explained.

            The obsidian man looked around the chop shop at the carnage.  “Looks like she did a number on Ray-Ray and Chop.”

            The man holding me slid one hand down to pull my shorts down below my pussy, then rubbed my bald pussy roughly.  “Yeah boss,” he said, “But its just like Mammoth said.  Get her worked up and she turns into a willing little slut.”

            Again, I acted out of desperation and anger.  I flipped the man holding me across the room at his buddies, but my shorts around my thighs tangled me up, and I fell to my knees, my bared breasts bouncing hard, sending a flash of pleasure through me that again washed away my determination.

            To my surprise, the goon bounced right off his little obsidian-skinned boss.

            The three men stepped over their fallen comrade and surrounded me as I tried to collect my thoughts.

            “The name’s Hearse, Admantine.  I’ve been hoping we’d get a chance to meet, especially like this.”

            He reached down and lightly ran his hand over my breast, then captured my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  His body seemed as hard as stone, and the touch to my sensitive nipple was uniquely erotic.  I was again drawn to look at the porno on the TV, just as the Asian performer got a huge wad of cum sprayed onto her face and into her mouth.

            I heard the distinctive sound of zippers, and Hearse grabbed my hair just as I looked back to find myself staring right at the jet-black head of his cock.

            Hearse rubbed his cock over my lips.  It was too much for my aroused, dazed mind.  My tongue slid out and tasted his rock-hard head.

            “Mmm that’s a good girl,” he leered, shoving his cock into my mouth and dropping to his knees, causing me to fall to my hands and knees, his cock buried in my throat.

            Hearse’s remaining two goons moved around me, one lifting me up as the other slid under me, while Hearse began to fuck my unresisting mouth and throat.

            I closed my eyes as the man under me pressed his cock to my dripping pussy, then opened them wide in panic as the third criminal pressed his fat cockhead to my tightly puckered ass..

            They forced their big cocks into me at the same time, sending a tidal wave of pain and pleasure washing over my brain.  Lost in the erotic sensations of my rape, I began to suck Hearse on instinct.

            “Shit, yeah! This little bitch is a world-class cocksucker!  How’s the rest of her?”

            “Great, Boss,” the man fucking my pussy groaned.  “I ain’t never had a pusys this tight!  It almost hurts but god damn its great!”

            The man reaming my poor ass out just grunted and moaned in pleasure, apparently unable to speak.

            Only an instant latter, I had my first orgasm.  My super-sensitive body could not fight the pleasure they were forcing upon me, and I bucked and whimpered around their big, hard cocks, my tight, athletic little body writhing like a livewire.

            “That’s right, little slut,” Hearse taunted, “cum for your Master.  We ain’t turning you loose like that fat bitch Mammoth.  You’re gonna get fucked again and again, till we’ve literally fucked your brains out!  You’re gonna be our sex slave!”

            I knew they would and could do it, too.  I was already orgasming again.  My body was too weak from sensory overload, and my mind was getting buried in the erotic sensations they were forcing on me.  I was beaten and it was just a matter of time until they broke me.

            Searching for hope, I spotted my only chance.

            An electric outlet!

            Slowly, I reached out my weak, shaking arm.  I stretched as far as I could, praying I could reach it.

            “What the fuck are you doing,” Hearse asked, confused.

            Terrified of losing my last chance, I threw my entire bodyweight into my effort to reach the plug.

            “NOOOO.” Hearse cried, realizing too late what I was doing.

            My ultra-hard finger crashed through the plastic of the outlet and connected to the current, the electricity shooting through me and into the hard cocks inside me and the big hands holding me.

            There was a horrible smell, and the three men holding me began to jerk and convulse uncontrollably.  The lights dimmed and the porno on the plasma tv flickered.

            The trio had stopped screaming by the time I collected myself enough to pull my finger out of the broken socket with a shower of sparks.

            It took me several minutes to extradite myself from the pile of smoking corpses.  It was another fifteen minutes before I had the strength to stand up and check the other three thugs   All three were hurt bad but alive.

            I waited until the cops arrived, then explained what had happened as they took the survivors of the Crew away to the local prison hospital.  By the time I was done with my report, I had enough strength to leap away.

            I had not learned much about Little Buddha, but I knew I had dealt his organization a lasting blow.  I would have to visit Big Vito again, but I was in no shape that night, and I was satisfied I had done a full night’s work.