Sapphire Sacked

Sapphire panicked. She couldn't fight or fly without her tiara. She groped for it as she rolled over on her side to get up, her hand clutching at the pavement. Finally she found it. She sat up. Her hair was tangled and teased from her high-speed flight across town; it took a few seconds to get the tiara in place, but once there it stuck, held fast by her ragged locks. She checked her wrists; sapphires intact.

"I'm here for Jimmy," she said, still seated.

"We're here for you," Raymond replied, now facing her and standing right in front of Jimmy. The overhead sodium lamp cast shadows over his face, giving his features added menace. He glanced to his left and motioned with his head; Scarecrow stood and headed for the fallen girl. Raymond glanced behind her and nodded. Tree began closing in from behind, while Chad and Marcus circled around to Sapphire's left.

Sapphire quickly rose; as she did, the jocks paused. They thought she must be on something; a fall like that must have hurt bad. The girl's outfit -- well, costume -- looked a little roughed up. Her skirt was ripped up the front and back and had dozens of smaller tears all over; her top was in similar shape, the swell of her breasts peeking through the six-inch vertical rip in the center of her chest.

Sapphire took a step toward Raymond and Jimmy; she felt her shoe was loose. She stopped and squared up as the jocks again began moving in.

Scarecrow was closest, less than ten yards to her right. She snapped her right hand out from her body like a dance move; the receiver felt as if he'd taken a 100mph football to the gut, knocking him back on his ass and sliding him another five yards across the asphalt. His head hit the pavement and he was out.

Raymond lunged at her. He was even quicker than Dirk, but Sapphire had enough distance and she was ready. She turned her upper body to the right, putting her left shoulder into a karate- punch aimed at Raymond's waist. Raymond's eyes opened wide at the unexpected move -- she couldn't reach him for another two steps -- and then his body spun back at the impossible impact. He tried to regain his balance after the phantom tackle, but wound up stumbling into the wall of the building and finally smacking the sidewalk hard with both hands.

Before Raymond hit the ground, Sapphire had turned her head around to the right. She pivoted on her right foot and continued twisting her upper body around, both arms up and elbows out. Her right forearm directed a force-shove back toward Chad, still ten yards away; he spun off balance but kept coming, with Marcus behind him breaking into a run. Sapphire's left hand struck at Tree, her palm tingling with energy. The hulking lineman stopped in his tracks as his eyes bulged and he gasped for breath, but the blow didn't fell him. Sapphire completed her turn taking a half-step back to her right, now facing Chad and Marcus. The girl crouched, bringing both arms in to her chest; the two young men both lunged for her in a gang tackle, Chad to her right and Marcus to her left. Her palms struck upward just as they reached her, awkwardly finding a chin and a cheek, an animal yell punctuating her thrust. The gems on her wrists seemed to spark brilliantly at the instant of impact. Both attackers crumpled to unconcious and bloodied heaps at her feet.

Sapphire turned back around and stepped lively toward the confined Jimmy, heels clicking the pavement and breasts jostling. Jimmy had to admit she looked damned good for a girl, even in her disheveled state.

By the time she had Jimmy unbound, Tree had resumed his lumbering roll, red-faced with animal rage. His voice became a roar as he picked up the pace. Jimmy instinctively cowered. Sapphire levered the ball of her left foot up against the light post and gave a good shove. The pole bent like a drinking straw. The 270-pound lineman had too much momentum to get out of its way and it crashed down on him, buckling his body to the ground.

"Get out of here Jimmy!" Sapphire urged. He didn't have to be told twice. Jumping into a full- tilt sprint he took off across the parking lot, never looking back.

Raymond watched Jimmy run. He could get the little faggot any time. Right now it was about the girl. Raymond hadn't believed Dirk's story at first, but when Dirk wouldn't shut up about it even though it hurt him just to breathe, Raymond decided it was worth hooking up with her. He'd conquered every little uppity cunt who ever dissed him -- made 'em want him, fucked 'em and dumped 'em -- and he could use a new challenge. Besides, it gave him an excuse to step up the Jimmy beatings. Really, it gave the others an excuse to keep up the Jimmy beatings, which would help keep Raymond out of trouble if the little gaylord ever got the courage to squeal.

He stood up slowly, feigning pain. If she thought he was hurt she might get careless. He'd watched her smack the other four around, and couldn't figure out her technique; he needed to draw her out. He was hoping one of the others would get up for another round, but they seemed down for the count. Whatever she did, this little whore was good at it. He should probably retreat and try again another day, but he didn't know when he'd get the chance -- holding Jimmy hostage and making a phone call probably wasn't the smartest move, and Chad and the others would figure that out given a little time to think. Hate crimes were serious shit but so far nobody could prove anything more than the typical juvenile hazing that every geek goes through. Raymond always made sure to be seen as an equal opportunity bully just for cover. Kidnapping was a different story. Anyway, the rumors were already running about Dirk getting his ass kicked by a girl, and Raymond wasn't about to run chicken.

Sapphire watched Raymond carefully as she tried to calm herself down. The suddenness of their attack and the effectiveness (and though she didn't see it that way, luck) of her response had her adrenaline pumping. Raymond got up slow, wincing with pain more than once. She didn't want to hurt him, but if she left now Jimmy wouldn't have time to get home.

"You're going to leave Jimmy alone from now on, right?" she warned.
"Fuck no," he spat. "Why should I? The little faggot needs to be straightened out."
"Because if you don't I'm going to do to you what I did to your friends." Sapphire glanced around at the other four. They were moving and groaning a bit but clearly not getting up any time soon. "Try me," Raymond grinned. He took a step toward her, one hand held close to his left side as if protecting an injury.

Sapphire instinctively backed up a step. She'd seen Raymond play; he was lightning-quick. The ten yards that separated them was a distance she'd like to keep. "Look, I don't want to hurt you."
"You seemed to enjoy kicking the crap outta them," Raymond said, motioning to Chad and Marcus. "Are you trying to take out the whole starting lineup? You from Skyline?" Raymond was messing with her.
"I didn't mean to hurt anybody, but you didn't give me a choice. You called me out here." "Yes, we did. I had to see if Dirk was telling the truth."

Raymond looked her up and down. She wasn't tall but she had killer legs. Torn skirt, tits threatening to bust out of her ripped top, tousled hair, heavy makeup, and fuck-me heels, she reminded him of the way his last conquest looked just before he kicked her to the curb. It was totally at odds with the ass-kicking she'd just rendered, but that made it all the more appealing...

"Satisfied?" Sapphire asked, reviling his lurid gaze.
"Not until I've fucked you silly and made you my bitch." His language shocked the sheltered girl. She wanted to lash out, but fear of her own power held her in check. There was no telling how bad she'd hurt the others; it occurred to her that she probably could have killed them if she'd hit any harder. She backed up another step.

Despite his apparent injury, Raymond moved like a cat. Motionless to the point of eery, then a lightning-quick move, then stillness again. Like a black panther. Hunting. Or playing.

"I- I'm flattered, really," she said finally, her voice unsteady. She needed to relax, but the rush of her power wasn't helping. Raymond kept moving toward her a step at a time, and she kept a matching step back, stuttering with each hesitant and blind retreat. "But you need to g-go home and take a c-cold shower." Despite her reserve, a part of her hoped he'd go for it; the thrill of the fight was seductive.

Raymond had backed her up toward the bowling alley's entrance. Just behind her was a low step. He noticed she never took her eyes off him as she backed up, keeping distance between them. One more step and she'd trip, and then he'd be on top of her. Karate or not, he'd have the two-point take-down and the match-winning pin before she could catch her breath. Then he'd see about those tits...

Sapphire tensed as the jock's leering grin grew. He crouched as he took another step. She knew he was ready to pounce. She brought one arm up to block high, the other down to block low as she felt back for another step. Her left foot struck something; she wobbled ever so slightly --

Raymond exploded toward her. His quickness surprised her. It took her attention off her failing balance for just an instant. In two more steps he would be upon her; his arms were already reaching for the tackle...

Her body instinctively sought to regain balance; the gem on her left shoe enhanced the speed of her reaction, planting her left leg back up on the entrance step. Her hips cocked slightly to the side to brace for the coming impact as her eyes instinctively clamped shut. The four stones shimmered with energy.

Raymond took his last sprinting step and leaped on an intercept course with the cringing girl's abdomen.

But he never reached her.

His hands were the first to report the searing white pain of impact. His arms splayed awkwardly. His leading right shoulder snapped back, followed by his left shoulder. His face felt like he'd run headlong into an invisible concrete wall, pushing his head back on his neck. His chest collapsed inward, his spine compressed and curled to slow his still-driving hips. His legs flew underneath and ahead of him as his upper body bounced back; thighs, then knees, then shins in turn smacking and rebounding off the immoveable object that had somehow disguised itself as a fragile young woman. Raymond crumpled to the sidewalk, his brain only beginning to register the impossibility of what was happening.

Somehow, he was still conscious. His whole body numbed, his eyes managed to make out the girl in front of him as she untensed, her movements betraying a surprise nearly equal to his own.

Sapphire stepped back, observing with amazement the confused pile of torso and limbs at her feet that an instant before had been her attacker. She shook her head clear as she realized what had happened. Braced as she had been and arms blocking, Raymond had quite simply bounced off her. It was awesome. She was awesome.

Raymond's limbs began motoring about of their own accord, responding to his brain's general suggestion that he back the fuck up fast. His scrambling became gradually more organized, evolving to a crab-walk for a few yards before he flipped himself over to bring himself to his feet.

The scantily-clad warrior leaped up, neatly clearing the retreating athelete before pirouetting 180 degrees and landing impossibly softly twenty feet ahead of him. He slowed and stopped, realizing the only explanations went way beyond kung fu and into the realm of a kung fu movie. She was impossible. She was untouchable.

Sapphire sensed the tide had turned in Raymond's mind. Her energy surged. She was determined to erase any doubt about who was in control here. She raised her hand in a dismissive slapping motion; twenty feet away, Raymond's head snapped back. His eyes went wide. He took off running down the sidewalk to his right; she pivoted to follow him, reaching out her other hand and balling it into a fist. She felt her forcefield tingle off her knuckles as she focused a force-blast at his hips; he careened off-balance, pushing himself off the wall of the building and continuing to run down the sidewalk. She hit at him again, stronger; he wobbled slightly but was some twenty-five yards away and retreating fast. Either her aim was off or there was too much distance. This irked her. He reached the corner of the building and disappeared around it.

Sapphire stepped over the fallen lamppost intending to pursue the fleeing tight end, but stopped when the post moved and tripped her up. She turned to investigate the cause; who dared assault her?

Tree stirred, pushing the steel post off his chest with a pained grunt. Sapphire eyed him angrily; was he coming back for another round? She'd make sure he regretted it. She exhaled sharply with an almost-audible growl as her foot force-kicked the post out of her path. It lifted several feet and came down with a loud clang. She covered the few yards to her target with a swagger as Tree struggled to lift himself up. Still somewhat out of it, he didn't realize she was coming for him until he straightened up and saw her standing in front of him, looking pissed, hands on her hips.

Tree stumbled backward one step, then another; clearly his bell was still ringing. Hardly a worthy adversary. She snap-kicked in his direction, feeling the gem force leave her foot and watching it strike him in the groin. He doubled over as his hands shot to his crotch. Unexpectedly, he looked over her shoulder at something in the distance as he fell to the asphalt.

Sapphire spun around, both on Tree's cue and in reaction to a mechanical crescendo. She saw the hot-rod Honda Civic skid into view from behind the building. It braked hard, tires hunting for grip as it shuddered to a stop. Sapphire saw Raymond looking right at her through the driver's side window. He opened the car door and stepped out; what was he doing?

Raymond called out to his teammates. "Come on! Let's go!" He tried to hide the panic in his voice.

Chad and Marcus stirred from their resting place halfway between where Sapphire stood and Raymond's waiting escape vehicle. They stumbled to it and fell inside. Raymond helped shove them into place in the back seat. He looked briefly over to where Tree and Scarecrow lay unmoving. Sapphire took a menacing step toward him. The other two would have to take care of themselves -- Raymond jumped in and slammed the door, wrenching the car into gear. Sapphire was boiling over with triumph. "That's right, run home to mommy! Tell everybody you got your asses kicked by a GIRL!" The mint-green Civic lurched off, smoking the front tires for a good ten yards before hooking up and racing off. Sparks flew as it slammed down the driveway into the street.

"They might go after Jimmy," she said to herself. "I better see to it they don't." Her earlier reservations about waning power squelched by the rush of energy coursing through her body, she launched herself into the air in pursuit.

She caught up to them at the end of the block. They ran the red light, bounding to the left and narrowly avoiding a shopping cart abandoned in the gutter. Sapphire juked to the left as well, almost directly overhead. The Civic accelerated as it darted back and forth down the street; clearly the driver was running scared. Sapphire slowed. Jimmy lived in the other direction, they obviously weren't after him.

Too bad, she thought, they could use some more whipping. And she could use more action. Between this and the embarassing Quick Mart episode earlier she was just breaking even. "Remember what happened last time you pushed your luck," her conscience reminded her. "Quit now before something bad happens."

Sapphire turned in the air, looking toward home. Three miles as the crow flies, she could just make out the lights of the Quick Mart at the strip mall nearest her house, a bright spot in the quiet semi-darkness of her neighborhood.

She noticed a breeze picked up, tugging at her wings. No, it wasn't a breeze; she was falling! Her heart leapt into her throat as she tried to steady herself. With a jolt as if reaching the end of a rope her descent stopped, and she hovered in place. She tried to keep calm as surprise gave way to anxiety. She eyed each of her gems suspiciously; they seemed to flicker. Was that normal? She'd never really paid much attention to them before. Maybe they were almost out of energy. Her mind flashed back to her first evening 'on the job,' feeling flushed at the memory. She better get home now before something like that happened again. As if to punctuate the thought her flight gave out again, but just for a second until she caught herself. She needed to concentrate. Her right shoe hung loosely from her toes; she flexed her foot to hold it on.

Sapphire focused on her destination, a dark spot just past the Quick Mart, the park where she'd changed earlier. She glided forward tentatively, lowering herself as she did to just above the lightposts and power poles -- if her power ran out she didn't want to fall far. At least her skirt wasn't giving her trouble anymore -- ripped up the front almost to the waist, a huge chunk torn out of the left side, the right half shredded below the knee, it hugged her hips and backside tightly but was otherwise free-flowing, just grazing her legs now where it wrapped and suppressed before.

So focused was she on making a beeline for home that she paid no attention to what was below. The oldest district was as close as the city got to having a ghetto. Forty-year-old two story apartment buildings surrounded by oil-blackened streets and alleys choked with an eclectic mix of new off-brand subcompacts and near-derelict decade-old Detroiters, peppered with mom-and- pop convenience stores and tarot readers and manicure shops and more than a few bars. Angela had never been there by herself except to drive or ride through it on Alvarez Boulevard, the city's main drag. Her ex had taken her into the thick of it once to score some crystal meth. She hadn't been afraid exactly, she'd just known she didn't belong there.

Her flight wobbled; Sapphire extended her arms out to her sides for balance. She was low enough now that a poplar tree loomed ahead of her, coming into view and blocking her sight of her Quick Mart. As she got closer she saw it was a line of trees. She tucked in and then kicked down with her legs, so focused was she on her mental picture of rising above the trees, and she lurched upward several feet, but her forward progress stopped. She leaned forward slowly, and began moving forward again. Her balance felt increasingly precarious, like she was balanced on a high wire, and she was afraid to make all but the most gentle and slow movements. As she cleared the poplars, she looked down; her body began wafting downward. She looked back up anxiously; her altitude held. This was getting difficult. Sapphire could tell she wasn't going to make it home in the air; every minute that passed made control more difficult, all the while surely burning up her remaining power. But she could hardly wait to get home... to celebrate a job well done... her body demanded attention, and she was having a hard time ignoring it.

She slipped another ten feet. She nearly lost her right stiletto mule again; it dangled precariously from her toes by its narrow mesh strap. Her breasts jiggled with the sudden movement, challenging her torn top to contain them; she felt it separate slightly as the center tear grew another half-inch.

She needed to get down now while she still had the energy. It was only another mile and a half or so... Sapphire looked down for a good landing spot. "That little patch of grass in front of that store..." the ground was coming up toward her faster than she expected; instinctively her hands went out in front of her, throwing her balance forward. She hit the patch of artificial turf hard, her legs collapsing underneath her as she tumbled to a stop up against a telephone pole. Her gems sputtered a weak light in protest, a bolt of erotic energy shorting through her body.

"Hey, sweets, you all right?" A dusty voice accompanied a dusty pair of boots suddenly in her line of sight. "Here, let me help you up." She saw a calloused hand extended down to her, like everything else awash in the orange glow of sodium lamps. She slowly extended her hand to meet it, and felt herself roughly hauled to her feet. She nearly toppled right over as she put down her right foot and felt nothing -- where was her shoe?

"Oh, hey, you lost your shoe. Here, sweets." Her helper, a roly-poly man with a huge dirty cowboy hat, dirty white dress shirt open to a dirtier wife-beater, separated from threadbare rodeo jeans by an unnaturally ornate silver-and-turquoise belt buckle, took a step away, folded himself over to grab the wayward heel, and stepped back to hand it to Sapphire. She just leaned up against the telephone pole, waiting for the world to stop spinning. "Nice legs," he said. How could he tell under this long sk- oh, right, she'd fixed that problem earlier. Though she wasn't so sure about having him check them out... Feebly she slipped the mule back on her foot. "Thanks," she said, still not looking at him or anything else for too long before blinking her eyes and darting her gaze to something else. Why am I so dizzy? she thought.

The man said something, but Sapphire didn't hear what. "I'm sorry, what?" "I said, I haven't seen you around here before. You're here a little early to be working," he repeated, flashing a crooked smile. Working? What did he mean? It was, what, eight, nine o'clock? "Huh? No, I'm not working now. I just got off," she replied in a hazy far-off voice. The world was beginning to settle down. "Oh, okay, sweets. Well if you wanna go back to work, I'll hire you. I'll be in El Mariachi across the street the next few hours." She felt a sharp pinch on her butt, but was too surprised to respond before the man hustled across the street. She vaguely heard him call to his friends, "she says she's not working now, she just got off!" Laughter broke out and faded as they went inside.

"I wonder what that was all about," Sapphire said innocently to no one in particular. The world had stopped spinning; she took a look around. Where was she? Nothing looked familiar. She saw the street sign on the corner illuminated by a "Liquor-Groceries" sign. G Street. G crossed Alvarez. Home was... that way. She wasn't getting home just standing here...

Sapphire pushed off the pole and started walking. The remaining power in her gemstones pulsed with each step, providing a subtle stabilizing force as her strides grew longer in her haste. Her wings gently rustled against her bare back and sides as her arms pumped in time with her brisk pace. Breasts jostled up and down, to and fro, working against the tattered and thinning fabric of her top. Her ass swayed obscenely, quivering with each long stride in the tall heels. The tattered ends of her skirt swished about and tickled her thighs. She held her head up high. She was Sapphire, protector of the weak, a 5'9" package of female dynamite. She thrust her chest out proudly. Her Sapphire forcefield felt wonderful on this warm evening as she strolled home in triumph, making her tingly all over. Cars honked as they drove by, but she paid them no attention.

Her sapphires were on their last legs, strained just keeping her upright on hers. They ebbed momentarily and she tripped on a rise in the broken sidewalk, sprawling awkwardly on someone's dead lawn. Just then she was blinded by a pair of headlights as a car screeched to a halt.

"Hey, baby," the voice sounded familiar, "need a lift?" She couldn't see anything but a lanky silhouette. She shielded her eyes with her hand as she looked up into a dark shadow of a face. "Come on, I'll give you a ride." She felt herself pulled up by the arm. "Woah, looks like you need a little help, baby." Her arm was tugged over the silhouette's shoulder; was that a hand on her ass? Next thing she knew she was plopped down in a dark car, way down in a low-slung car seat. Her mind was in a fog, her eyes wouldn't focus on anything with the sudden changes in light. Before she knew what was happening she was buckled in and the car roared off.

She looked up and over at the driver; his head was illuminated briefly as they passed under each streetlight, but reclined so far back as she was she couldn't get a good look at him. Judging from his clothes he didn't seem to fit the neighborhood, and the car's interior was cleaner and didn't smell like she expected.

"You can crash at my place tonight, sleep off whatever you're on," the fellow grinned. His voice was sooo sexy. She thought she knew that voice... "Do I know you?" she asked. Her thighs rubbed together as she rocked her ankles back and forth on her too-tall heels. His car was pretty cool; she knew somebody who had one like it...

"I dunno. I don't think so, though you remind me of somebody. Actually, I wish she was more like you," he remarked, looking over at her. Damn she was hot, stoned out of her mind, and practically undressed already. Something about her made it clear she didn't belong in that neighborhood, but he wasn't questioning his luck. "Call me Jo- uh, Jack. My name's Jack," he lied.

"Call me Sapphire," the weak and horny heroine replied. Gosh he was cute. Her hand reached up to his shoulder and traveled down his muscular arm; he dropped his hand from the gearshift to her knee. "Sapphire? Cool."

See? Sapphire told herself. You were worried about pushing it and winding up in trouble again. You didn't even have to walk two blocks before someone stopped to give you a lift home. This heroine thing isn't so bad after all.

His hand left her knee for a moment as he downshifted, then came back to rest just above her knee. She felt fingers gently stroke back and forth along the curve of her kneecap. The car shifted again, and his hand landed a little higher, caressing her bare thigh. "Mmmmm," Sapphire breathed. She stretched out in the seat, hands grabbing her headrest. She probably shouldn't let his hand be there in case he gets any ideas, but it did feel good. Shift, and his fingers now smoothed her inner thigh; she rolled her right leg out against the seat bolster, letting his fingers stretch further. His pinkie grazed the edge of her panties.

The car slowed down abruptly; Sapphire slid forward in the seat, driving her crotch into her chauffer's unyielding hand. The heel of his palm pressed against her bud and his fingers firmly gripped her groin through her tissue-thin panties, stopping her slide down the seat. His middle finger nestled itself between her parting lips. She gasped and tensed momentarily but then relaxed as a wave of pleasure rolled up her spine; "Oooooooooh" she felt all creamy...

The engine lugged as he pressed the car forward, but he wasn't about to take his hand away from her hot and squishy box to shift; home was only a block away, and he didn't want her cooling off. His cock jerked with every breathy noise she made. She pushed down on his hand, slowly rolling her hips trying to capture his middle finger while her clit ground against his palm.

The car stopped. Afraid to move his right hand any sooner than absolutely necessary, he reached across his body with his left hand to pull the parking brake, then awkwardly reached under the steering column to fish the keys out of the ignition. He looked over at his date; she was oblivious. Her hips were working a steady rhythm now -- he didn't want her to finish without him. He withdrew his hand and hopped out of the car. Her eyes opened as she saw him leaving her, a little frustrated whimper escaped her lips. He opened her door. "Come on, princess, let's get you inside." He bent down and gathered her into his arms as best he could, hoisting her out with a huff. Her right shoe stayed behind in the car; she felt a slight chill as it left her foot, but her protest was too feeble for him to notice.

He set her down on her feet, her body leaned up against his while he unlocked the front door. She staggered a bit, awkward on one high heel. "My shoe," she mumbled. "Later," he whispered in her ear. He nibbled her neck, eliciting a gentle cooing sound. He then reached around and hoisted her up into his arms. Pretending to have trouble maneuvering her through the door, he adjusted his carry several times, tossing her up slightly to get a better grip. First he held her legs higher than her shoulders, causing her skirt and top to ride up, then tossed her the other way, getting panty-clad asscheek in one hand and bare titflesh in the other. Pushing through the door, he kicked the door shut behind him.

Sapphire found herself spilled out of his arms toward a couch in a dark room. "Hey, this isn't my house," she said, sounding very much like a sleepy little girl. It looked familiar... where was she?

But all rational thought quickly left her when her lover came up behind her, nudging her off- balance, her hands and knees finding perch on the upper and lower edges of the couch. She squeaked in surprise when she felt the sting of his hand smacking her ass. "Hey, I need to get home," she protested weakly. "Not until we finish what we started, baby," he answered gruffly. She felt his arm encircle her waist and pull her back toward him. His hard member was already free of its confinement, rubbing lasciviously between her scarcely-covered asscheeks. Sapphire moaned involuntarily. She needed to go for some reason, but it was hard to think with him doing that... she needed to cum...

He noticed the two swaths of fabric hung from her neck to her wrists, and reached behind her neck to grab them both with his hand. He tugged them like reins, pulling her back into his swollen cock. His other hand snaked around her to cup a tit briefly -- she gasped in pleasurable surprise - - before retreating to her waist. He tried to pull up her skirt, but the longer side was caught under her knee. His fingers dug in, finding holes in the flimsy fabric. He yanked hard, and the skirt tore up the left side as her body twisted in the direction of his pull. She felt his dick surge against her with the sound of tearing cloth. He yanked again; she was held up momentarily by the garment tight around her waist, her left knee coming up off the couch. But the skirt couldn't hold any longer -- it finally gave way at her left hip, dropping her back on her knees.

His fingers tore at the crotch of her panties; the elastic snapped, the disintegrating mesh shoved to one side. She felt his rock-hard dick pressing between her swimming labia. Sapphire heard herself beg him to fuck her. Her hips involuntarily cocked back, improving his angle. He thrusted forward, squeezing into her with a wet pop.

He began rocking back and forth slowly, pulling her onto him, each thrust a little deeper. He bent over her, again squeezing her firm tit, pinching her nipple through the worn material of her top. He hooked the gash down the front of her top and ripped it open; her tits swung free, only to be manhandled as he leaned into her.

His pace quickened, the girl pushing back with each thrust. He grabbed her left ankle and lifted it by the spaghetti strap holding her shoe, pulling her leg back and tilting her pelvis off- balance. "Oh yeah, that's even better baby," he breathed as his thrusting became frantic.

Another orgasm was boiling up within Sapphire. Her gems sputtered uselessly, feeding back their remaining energy directly into the helpless heroine's sexual nerve center. She heard herself screaming, "Oh- Fuck- Fuck- Fuck- Ffffuucckkgh..."

He lost his grip on her foot as the strap snapped. He lunged forward, driving everything he had into one last thrust as he came, and came, his cock gripped by her orgasmic spasms. Her whole body shuddered uncontrollably beneath him while he struggled to hold on. The ringing in his ears grew and he noticed his vision tunnelling. She collapsed limply on the couch, alternately gasping and shaking. He staggered to one side, his knees rubber, and twisted to sit/fall back into the couch next to her. She curled up against the cushions, shivering as her orgasm subsided, and finally passed out. Even unconscious, Sapphire whimpered in recalled pleasure between shallow breaths.

"It's going to be a long night, 'Sapphire'..."