A story by Ceramic: ceramic762@yahoo.com
In our previous episode: “Alluring Birth”
The capture of Samantha Baxter. The evil Queen Orgasma. Torture and explanations. Epiphany. Defenders of New Albion.
The Lure of Defeat
“Okay,” said Doc Burnsides, “You can get up now, Samantha.”
Doc Burnsides massaged his palms as he watched Allure’s shapely body slide from beneath the clean, white coverlet on his examination table and step behind a screen. The robotic scanners pulled away from Allure’s body automatically and locked themselves into stand-by position. Doc had been a military doctor before joining the Strange Defenders and had seen some amazing things, but he had to hand it to them, there was nothing more amazing than being able to be the doctor for all the fine ladies of the team.
He gently rubbed his stubbled chin and watched Allure’s silhouette through the screen. It still amazed him. He was nothing special to look at. Saying that he resembled a hound was actually rather generous, considering his long nose and droopy eyes. All he needed to do was let his tongue hang from his mouth and have floppy ear prosthetics implanted to fill out the description. The man sighed to himself, both for his sorry state and the news he will eventually have to give.
“When will you have the tests back, Doc?” came Allure’s query.
“A few hours I think,” Doc Burnsides replied as he turned back towards his machines. In fact, he already knew what the results were going to say, but truthfully, he just did not know how he could come out and just say it. The extra time was necessary, so he might as well wait for the official response from his computer.
“Alright then, I’ll see you in a bit,” the newest member of the team replied, beaming towards the doctor before turning the corner and exiting down the hallway.
* * *
Allure stepped out of Doc Burnsides’ office with a small bounce to her step. Earlier that morning her Superheroine costume had come into the team’s base, the penthouse suite of the Sable Building in the center of New Albion. The top three floors of this mighty skyscraper were reserved for the Strange Defenders, and it was here that they all lived and prepared for their missions.
Turning another corner into the main corridor of the team’s third floor, Allure stepped past a shiny silver panel that reflected her image back to her. With a laugh, she couldn’t resist stopping and gazing at her reflection.
The new costume fit her petite frame well. She wore a contour fitting white leotard that was furnished for her, with a plunging neckline in the front. This, to her delight, accentuated her cleavage, yet did not allow herself to spill out of her costume in an embarrassing way. The leotard was reinforced and comfortable, allowing her body to move beneath it, but not so weak that it would tear after a hard day’s work. About her forearms, hard bracers were ordered up for her, and about her feet tall, strappy, white boots wrapped up her legs to just below her knee. The flesh of her slender legs was exposed, showing the smoothness of her thighs and the shapeliness of her calves.
She had three favorite parts to her costume, however. The first was the short, short white miniskirt that slipped on easily over her hips. Its sheerness made sure that it was nothing more than a decoration and the skimpiness would never have done for anyone normally dressed, but it was just the right kind of accent to the remainder of her costume that Allure just had to add it. The second article was the small, white cape that draped down her back. A half-cape that fell down to her waist, it seemed to compliment her slight size rather well. She noted that a full cape might have swallowed her whole. The last, and perhaps the most important part of the costume, was her mask. As with the rest of her costume, it was white as well. The narrow strip of cloth just covered her eyes and strapped around her head over her luxurious blonde hair. Smiling, Allure posed for herself in the reflection, adopting the sultry position of a pin-up model.
“Okay, stop showing off, Allure!” came a laugh down the corridor. It was Nike, or as Allure came to learn, Ms. Deborah Van Dien. She too was fully dressed in her blue and white bodysuit, racing stripes running down the length of her boots, and an opaque, red visor. Her hair, as always, was pulled up into a ponytail.
“What, Deb?” replied Allure with a wink, “Jealous?”
“Hardly, you! You’ll be wiping the streams of drool off your boots from all the adolescent boys that’ll be following you around.”
“Hah! Well, maybe I’ll tone it down a bit later. Where are you off to?”
“Going on over to meet up with Bubble and Wind Raven for some coffee. You want to join us?”
Allure shrugged and the nodded, “Wind Raven drinks coffee? She seems like the water and tea type to me. But, sure. I have to get back to my apartment and start bringing my stuff over to here, but I guess I could do that later.” Furrowing her brow, she exclaimed, “I never thought that I’d be living in a place like this. Egads, the suite you guys gave me has to be at least four times as large as my apartment is in its entirety!”
Nike chuckled and reached out to take Allure’s arm and lead her down the hall, “Yes… its rather nice living up here among the swells.”
The pair continued down the hallway and reached the doors that lead to the outer balcony that overlooked the cityscape. There, Bubble Girl, also known as Stephanie Chen, and Wind Raven, otherwise called Lilah Wilder, sat quietly considering their steaming mugs of cappuccino on the table before them. Upon seeing their comrades appear through the mirrored glass door, Bubble Girl clapped and raised a hand to wave them over.
Nike winked towards Allure and whispered, “Its like she’s waving us over in a restaurant, but they’re the only ones seated!”
Allure grinned. She genuinely liked the bubble-headed Bubble Girl. Like most of the team, Bubble Girl was taller than she, slender of frame and narrow of waist. A winsome, Asian woman, Allure came to know Bubble Girl as a firecracker of energy. She could never sit still and was forever playing with something in her hands, or chewing on bubble gum. Her costume was a bright green body-suit, but unlike Nike’s which had the appearance of being made from a single piece of fabric, Bubble’s appeared to be a hodge-podge of leather wrappings, buckles, and pockets. The image of a modern day mummy kept coming to Allure’s mind, dyed green of course. Even Bubble Girl’s hair was dyed green and then placed into long pigtails that waived whenever she shook her head. As they neared, Bubble Girl slipped a piece of gum into her cute, pert mouth and began to soften it up with her tongue.
“What kind of gum are you sampling today, Steph?” asked Nike as she pulled out a chair and sat down.
Bubble Girl grinned with a twinkle in her eye, “Big Joe.”
Wind
Raven laughed in her high, girlish voice and gave Bubble Girl a shove that
nearly knocked the girl out of her seat, “You would know, you little insatiable
freak.” Allure always thought of Wind
Raven as an Amazon, but in truth, she found out that Wind Raven’s heritage came
from the northern half of the
Sitting down herself, Allure couldn’t help but ask, “What are you talking about?” To Allure’s question, Wind Raven laughed again and Bubble Girl grinned like a cat who just got into the cream.
“She’s talking about Lightbeam, Samantha,” replied Nike with a tight smile before turning towards Bubble Girl, “I take it Joe took you to the observation tower, bent you like a pretzel, and reamed you silly, Steph?”
Grinning broadly, Bubble Girl bobbed her head up and down, “Third night in a row.”
“Don’t look so smug, Bubble-brain,” chortled Wind Raven, “I hear tell that you’re not the only piece of sweet meat Lightbeam has been getting lately. He’s been visiting Syrenade’s room after lunch the last couple of days too.”
At Bubble Girl’s stunned look, both Nike and Wind Raven had a good laugh. Turning to Allure, Nike explained, “The honorable Joseph Santiago the Third, or Lightbeam as you and the general public know him, lives up to his reputation in the Superhero circle as a tom cat.”
Wind Raven nodded in affirmation and grins before taking a sip from her cup, “He sleeps around.”
Allure arched her brow at this. Taking a deep breath, she asked, “So… have all of you… er… been with him?”
Nike colored and raises her hand. As does Bubble Girl, but her raised hand is accompanied by a vigorous nod of her head. Wind Raven smiled in bemusement at the other two.
Before anything further could be explained however, an attendant approached the table with two more beverages. Setting them down, he glanced towards Wind Raven to see if anything else might be needed. “No, Gervis. That’s all, thank you,” she said.
As Gervis returned to the building, Nike confessed, “Yeah… I let him lay with me. What can I say? I was new to the team, and he was this charming hero.”
Bubble Girl clapped, “Yeah, he told me about that. Said you make noises like a cricket when you cum.”
“What!?”
The Asian Superheroine shrugged, “Just repeating what he said.”
Allure looked at Nike in disbelief, “You make him sound so… unappealing, Deb. I mean, to the general public he seemed to be the epitome of a hero.”
Nike smiled and shook her head, “Not saying he isn’t, Samantha. Just… be careful around him. He’s probably already thought of half a dozen ways to get you to let him mark you with his seed.”
Wind Raven waved a hand airily towards Nike and leaned over to gain Allure’s attention, “Don’t worry, Allure. You’re not missing much, anyways. Yeah, he seems like he should belong on the cover of a colorful smut novel, but he ain’t no porn star.” To Wind Raven’s assertion, Nike laughed out loud while Bubble Girl looked indignantly at Wind Raven. “Well, its true! I tell you, before either one of you joined the team, I got a go at him first. He just got into a good rhythm when out of the blue, he popped his cork!” Although Allure barely knew the man, she couldn’t help but laugh at Wind Raven’s story.
Bubble Girl shrugged at the humor directed at her current paramour, even if she did have to share him with Syrenade. Finally she said, “I wonder what Troll is like.”
“Troll,” blinked Allure, “You mean the dwarf?”
Bubble Girl shook her head, “He’s not a dwarf. He’s just… small. Stocky. Like a brick.”
Nike smiled faintly, “Don’t tell me you’re going to try and find out now. What would Joe say?”
“Oh… no, I wouldn’t dare try. But, maybe Syrenade has already. I think I’ll ask her!”
Allure stifled a giggle as she listened to the women banter on. For some reason, she thought this line of conversation was probably a common one amongst these ladies.
“And what of Doc Burnsides?” asked Bubble Girl of Nike.
“Why are you asking me, Bubble-brain?”
Frowning for a moment, Allure interrupted, “Hey, do any of you know if Burnsides is the Doc’s real name?” All three women looked at Samantha and she suddenly wondered if she spoke out of turn. Clearing her throat daintily, she continued, “I mean, we all have code names… but what is his?”
Both Wind Raven and Bubble Girl looked blankly at each other, but all were surprised when Nike had the answer. Or, at least a partial one. “His first name is actually Robert,” she said.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. He usually doesn’t like to give it out, but one day he received a telegram from the Pentagon and well… I peeked over his shoulder when he received it and spied his first name. Robert,” Nike concluded.
Upon hearing this revelation, Wind Raven and Bubble Girl fell silent. Allure could almost see the thoughts running through their minds: The Doc actually had a name!
Nike grinned as it seemed she got her other two companions to slow down a bit. Leaning over towards Allure, she said, “Before you ask, Praetorian’s name is Jason Smith.”
“But that’s not his real name either,” protested Bubble Girl.
“Sure it is,” Nike argued, “It’s the name that he uses to sign all of the checks to the staff.”
Bubble Girl folded her arms and continued, “Just because he uses it, doesn’t mean it’s his real name.”
Allure tilted her head, “Well, you can say that about any of us, though, Bubble. What makes Praet so different?”
“I had a search done,” the girl replied simply, “He told us once that he was born in New Albion, do you remember that? Well… there haven’t been any Jason Smiths born in New Albion that are older than the age of six.”
“Well, whatever,” replied Nike, “At any rate, our fearless leader is the one who actually owns this complex so he must be rich.”
Allure sighed and reached out to warm her hands on her coffee mug, “You know, I’m not so sure he wants me here. He seemed awfully hesitant to let me join the group.”
Wind Raven laid a gentle hand upon Allure’s arm, “Well, that’s because he’s the leader. He’s a good one too. Worries about everything, and well… he just doesn’t like seeing us all get hurt, even though it is our job and is what he pays us for.”
“You make it sound so mercenary, Lilah,” muttered Nike.
“Well… it is mercenary, sort of!” replied Wind Raven, “Granted, its no where near enough to compensate what we go through, but he does pay us… if only so we don’t have to go out and find a regular job to worry over during the day.”
“Is that why he’s the leader? Because he pays us?” Allure frowned, not liking the way this conversation was turning. “Does this mean that I will be paid too?”
Bubble Girl laughed, “Well, of course it means that you’ll be paid too. But, its not the reason why he’s the leader. Praet would be perfectly happy to let one of us lead, or someone else. He just has this spiffy sense of heroism about him.”
“You wouldn’t think so upon meeting him,” commented Allure, “I mean, the media rather dislikes him. Gives bad interviews they say.”
Wind Raven held up a hand to silence Allure, “The media is the media. And, believe me, Praet’s interior is not nearly has hard as his exterior.”
Bubble Girl grinned slyly to Wind Raven, “And how would you know this, dear sister? Do tell!”
To this Wind Raven snorted and fixed Bubble Girl with a glare, “Don’t even go there, Bubble-brain. Not… that I haven’t tried. He keeps even me at a distance when it comes to his personal life.”
Nike nodded in agreement, “Ever since Syrenade got here, she’s been practically throwing herself at him. Horniest girl I’ve ever met… and yes, even more than you, Bubble!”
Bubble Girl blushed, “Well… yes… I suppose.”
“What? What now?!”
“Well… you know last New Years Eve when we all got blitzed and Praet and Wind Raven had to go out and take on Lord Violantis by themselves.”
Wind Raven groaned, “Don’t remind me.”
“Well…”
“Don’t tell us you slept with Syrenade…”
“…”
“Oh, Bubble Girl…!”
“Okay, fine! I won’t tell you!”
* * *
Allure opened the door to her apartment and stepped on through the threshold into the cramped space that was her living room. It was dark, well past sundown, and it took her a moment to turn on the lamp. She would be glad when she finally got out of this place. Thankfully, the apartment was furnished and all of the furniture belonged here.
Before returning to her apartment, Allure had changed back to her practical street clothes, which was just as well. It wouldn’t do for the whole neighborhood to see a superheroine, no matter how newly minted, entering her apartment. Leaning down to pick up the mail that was stuffed through the slot in the door, she did not notice the shadow moving about in her darkened bedroom beyond.
“Samantha…?”
Allure felt like she nearly jumped through the roof in startlement and her mail spilled across the hard wood floors in front of her. With her heart in her throat, she paused and asked, “… Josh?”
Stepping into the light from her bedroom, her boyfriend Josh moved forward to help her pick up the mail. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“How on earth did you get in?!”
Josh stopped his gathering and fixed Allure with an odd look, “You… gave me your key?”
“Oh! My god, I’m so sorry Josh,” cried Allure, “Things have been so crazy these last few days!”
Returning his focus back to the scattered mail, Josh nodded in agreement, “Yeah… I’ve been trying to call you since forever.” With everything bundled back together, he slowly rose to his feet, “Is everything alright?”
“Yes… no… yes!” Allure responded, moving quickly past Josh to the bedroom and the built in closet there. Pushing the door open she reached up to the top shelf and dragged down her suitcase.
“Are you going someplace? What’s going on, Samantha?”
Exhaling slowly to calm her frazzled nerves, Samantha turned back towards Josh. “Yes,” she said, “I am moving. But… not out of town. Just to a different location.”
Confused, Josh replied, “Did… you get a new job or something? If so, that’s great!”
“Well, yes. I guess I did. And well, I’m going to live on location now…”
Frowning,
Josh replied, “Like a live-in maid or something?”
“Yeah… something like
that.”
“Where is this place you’re going to be working at now?”
“I can’t tell you…”
“What do you mean by that,” asked Josh, his voice betraying his worry.
“Well… it just means what it means. I can’t tell you…”
Josh stood like a stunned bull, blinking in amazement at Samantha as she packed. As the silence continued on, Allure realized that she had to say something. Turning towards her boyfriend, she couldn’t help but smile. Josh was really a good-looking guy. They had met during college. He was a baseball player on the school team with a great set of abs and cute, curly brown hair. And he was smart too. Sometimes. Smiling, she reached over and took his hand, “Josh… don’t look so depressed. It doesn’t mean I can’t come and visit you over at your place. Just, you won’t be able to come visit me at mine.”
Josh brightened a bit at this announcement. Glancing towards her unkempt, doublewide bed, he hesitated, and asked, “Well… when do you have to leave?”
“Um. As soon as possible. Why?”
Reaching up with both hands, Josh caught her by the arms and began to guide her towards the soft mattress, “Well. I was thinking, since we’re never going to be able to bang each other in this apartment again, I think we should make this last night special.” Using his weight to balance them both, he lowered her to the bed and pinned her arms down.
“Josh… what are you doing? I don’t have time for this!” Samantha tried to get up, but Josh was too heavy. Soon, his entire body lay over hers and she found his devilish lips kissing at her neck and trailing up towards her ear. “Josh…” she said in protest, but she already heard the huskiness in her voice.
So did he as he nibbled on her earlobe. “Shhh…” he whispered, letting his hand trail away from her arm and across her bountiful chest. His skillful fingers found the buttons to her blouse and quickly undid them. It seemed like only a moment later when he peeled open her blouse fully, exposing her bra and her bare skin to his gaze.
Samantha struggled beneath Josh’s weight, trying to get free, but he was far too heavy. That, and he had a pretty good hold of her arm with his other hand. As his free hand slid up behind her back Samantha hoped in vain that he might fumble enough to release her, but she knew better than that. Josh was an expert at this stuff, and it didn’t take long for the clasp to be unhooked. And in moments, her firm round breasts were free, the unneeded bra hurled across the room.
Josh groaned faintly as he gazed down at her glorious bosom, and soon it was her turn to moan as his tongue began its circular journey around the edge of her firm breast towards the pink nipple in the center. Reaching with his freehand, he guided her nipple into his mouth and began the torturous process of lashing its engorged tip with his wet tongue.
God, she was sensitive. With her unpinned arm, Samantha reached up and clutched at Josh’s sleeve and let out a series of low, throaty moans. “Josh…” she mewed helplessly, “Please don’t… Not tonight…” But her boyfriend would not relent. Instead, he switched his ministrations to her second orb, allowing his saliva to chill her hard nipple erotically.
Slipping his hand down her pants into her panties, Josh made a startling discovery. “Samantha, hon… you are sopping down there!” Samantha tried to protest, but it was hopeless. She was indeed very wet, and her body was responding with vigor to his ministrations. There was no stopping Josh now, and her pants were practically torn from her slim and shapely legs. Soon, both the pants and the dripping panties were tossed aside, and Josh was on the edge of the bed applying the polish on her terribly needy cunt with his tongue.
Reaching down, Samantha clutched the back of Josh’s head, running her fingers through his curls as his tongue worked its magic against her swollen clit. Moaning softly, she could feel herself involuntarily rolling her hips so he could get to her sweet spot at a better angle. Wantonly, Samantha spread her legs wide to allow better access and cried out haltingly as the first of many tiny deaths shook her body. Cum gushed copiously from her slit as she arched and clung to his head. It drove her crazy to be eaten out with such care.
Rising forward, Josh kissed Samantha’s concave belly and left a puddle of her sticky residue. “My god, baby… your pussy is just overflowing.”
But, Samantha had closed her eyes to savor the shocks of pleasure that drove through her. Her body, having given but a taste of him, craved more like an addiction, “Josh… keep going. I… I… need…”
Josh smiled to his heaving girlfriend, watching her large, full breasts rising and falling as she desperately tried to control her senses. Reaching down, he unbuckled his pants and slid them and off. He was so ready for her.
Samantha bit her lip as she felt his hands reach down to her narrow waist and lift her up. But, she couldn’t keep it all in as he eased himself into her velvety depths with his long shaft. Crying out wordlessly, she threw her head from side to side as Josh slowly pushed his heavy, swollen manhood into her. She was so sensitive! “Ah…ah… a-ah!”
“Baby! My god, you are tight!” Josh gasped as he paused at the three-quarter mark of his cock.
“D-don’t s-stop…!” pleaded Samantha, reaching forward to hold on to Josh tightly.
With a grunt, Josh pushed all the way in, and finally they were joined at his fullest length, pelvis to pelvis. With an angelic cry, Samantha arched her back. Her pussy, dripping with lubricant, clutched and clutched at the invading cock like never before. If her large vibrator sent her into fits, the feel of a man’s skin whispering within her inner depths drove her insane.
Josh gazed down at his girl in amazement. He had never seen her react like this, especially upon first penetration. Groaning, he couldn’t believe it, and almost blew his load right then and there. She was so hot, writhing erotically on his spike… her legs twisting at his side, her breasts shuddering uncontrollably, and her beautiful, pouty lips open in wordless sobs. Samantha’s radiant blonde hair splayed behind her like a halo.
Taking careful hold of her narrow waist, Josh began the quickening process of pumping her body full of his meat. His thrusts were short, but strong. And soon, the only sounds he could hear were the soft ‘sput’ of his cock stroking her deeply, and the cries of the lovely, convulsing girl beneath him.
Samantha couldn’t believe how her body responded to his thrusts. Each straining push into her nubile body sent waves of pleasure through her core. Not only was she incredibly tight, but every slight motion, nevermind the forceful thrusts, was magnified by her senses. Her resistance crumbled and her body shook itself violently, “Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah….!” As her first, hard orgasm of the night broke through and caused her to stiffen, she cried out loud with a pleading, “Josh…!”
Josh gasped as Samantha came quickly and hard. Her vaginal muscles, already extraordinarily tight, clenched and clenched at his stabbing penis. But, he wasn’t finished. He wasn’t through. With renewed determination, he increased his gait and was rewarded with another wordless cry. He could feel his mantool ramming its way into her slender body, stretching her, filling her. Pushing forward, he lifted himself up to increase the strength of his dragging, heavy thrusts. The resonance of her body being soundly fucked seemed to fill the small apartment. Helplessly, a second sobbing orgasm exploded from her and gushed all over his marauding cock. “Aaaaaww!!”, she screamed.
Again, Samantha’s mind burst into a shower of lights as the second consecutive, cock induced orgasm burned its way through. Thrashing her head from side to side, she realized that she no longer had any control over her body. She couldn’t think. All she could do was feel as she was penetrated again, and again, and again by his long, thick cock. Every inch scouring and violating responsive wells that caused her to buck with joy. But, his firm hands held her in position.
The juicy sounds of her sex being plundered and probed mingled perfectly with her soft cries. Helplessly, she felt a third orgasm rise from the depths of her womb. Frantically, she whimpered, “N-no… Josh! Ah! Ah…! I… c-can’t… stop… cumming…! Ah! Ah! AH!!!” But her pleading words only drove Josh even more frantically. The tide was building in herself as Josh’s cock strained deeply within her impaled body.
Suddenly, Josh let out a shout, and his molten cum exploded deep within Samantha’s body. Samantha screamed helplessly as spurt after spurt of his liquid essence spattered deep within her silken center. “AAAAaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!” she came, arching her back. His only reply was animalistic grunts as he buried himself again and again, straining to shoot his very last wad deep inside.
Her orgasm seemed to last forever, lightning bolts of pleasure shot up her spine to her brain as her superheroine body reacted forcefully to the touch of the blunted seed. Desperately, her pussy milked his cock for every last ounce of cum, and for every drop she rewarded his ears with a sobbing cry. Eventually, her body succumbed to exhaustion and she lay back against the bed glowing as if she had just run a marathon.
Josh gulped down ragged breaths as his own blinding moment came and went. Leaning down, he lay himself along her side and gently turned her limp body so as they might be comfortable in a spooning position. He had emptied himself in her so quickly, but at the same time he could hardly believe that in such a short time, he brought her to peak three times. She had never been so responsive before. Gingerly, he wrapped his arms around her.
God, he was still so hard. He smiled and buried his face in the nape of her neck, smelling her sweet maddening scent. She was an aphrodisiac, and despite his body’s exhaustion, he could feel his tool grow even harder still. Reaching around Samantha’s body, he cupped her large, full breasts lovingly.
Almost immediately, he felt her damp nipples become firm against his palms. Unconsciously, the Superheroine arched her back, pressing herself against the strong hands. Josh smiled with satisfaction and gently massaged, drawing forth a soft moan. She’s ready, he thought, before slowly pushing his swollen self into her body once again. Ahhh…. Still tight.
Samantha arched her back slightly as she felt Josh’s ravaging member plumb her depths once again, his hands hot against the tender skin of her breasts. She had barely recovered from the final orgasm and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to go again. Stifling a throaty moan, it occurred to her that that even if her mind wasn’t ready, her body sure was. Behind her, Josh tightened his hold about her and his pace began to quicken. And once again, her desperate cunt tightened around his plunging cock.
Soon, the realization came to her that she was not going to be able to move out of her apartment that night. But, even that was a fleeting thought as a star burst deep within her, violently, demandingly, and once again all was lost.
However, somewhere in the back of her mind, the words of Queen Orgasma haunted her. Disturbing words that reminded heroines that within every great thing, lies the seeds of their destruction. “From the first to the last stroke of a massive cock, you will always be super tight.” As the pleasure continued mercilessly and relentlessly, Allure could almost hear the wicked, sultry laugh of the Queen, mocking her from far away in the distance. And then she succumbed and knew only joy.
End Chapter