A story by Ceramic: ceramic762@yahoo.com
In our previous episode: “Evening Illuminated”
Meeting of the Superheroes. Irritation. Doc in Sparkle’s eye. Lovers in peril. Lovers part. Obsession.
Broken
“Hey, Doc!” Praetorian peered in through the door into Doc Burnsides’ lab, “You have a moment?” It was a late evening, several hours after the Invincible delegation had left the Strange Defenders’ compound.
Doc Burnsides jumped guiltily at his computer in the far corner of the lab, poring over various documents scrolling across his screen. “Fuck!” he yelped in irritation, “Fucking A’, Jason, can’t a guy ever get a bit of fucking privacy in his own lab?”
Praetorian, the team leader of the Strange Defenders cocked his head to the side quizzically. Dressed as he was in a bathrobe and silken pajamas of dark blood red, the warrior looked much tamer than his usual dangerous self. In his hand, he nursed a glass of warm milk, and on his unshaven lip he sported a drippy milk mustache. “Is there a problem, Rob?” he asked as he wiped away the mustache with the back of his sleeve.
Spinning around in his chair, the droopy-eyed Doc Burnsides snarled, “Yes! There’s a fucking problem. Its you fucking people that don’t know when to knock and when not to knock!”
Holding up his hands and glass in a placating gesture, Praetorian quickly replied, “Okay! Sorry… man. I should know better. If you feel so strongly about that, maybe you should lock your door.”
“I *did* lock the damned door,” snorted the Doc as he turned back to his computer, “It just doesn’t help when the fucking snoop that comes through it owns the building, giving him access to all the electronically locked doors no matter what. Or when I’m not expecting company.”
At this, Praetorian grinned and approached the computer to see what the Doc was working on, “There is that. At least you weren’t getting laid or something.” This earned the Strange Defenders’ leader the darkest of glares.
“Fuck you, Jason.”
“Hell no, Doc.I don’t swing that way.”
“Fuck you, Jason.”
“Okay! Just joking man,” chuckled Praetorian as he leaned over to look at the screen. Then, his eyes narrowed as he began to read the data that the Doc had written across the screen. For a moment, disgust twisted through his guts and for one of the few times in his life, Praetorian gave Doc Burnsides the look he usually reserved for the most dangerous of criminals, “Jesus, Doc! You’re doing a damned report on her?”
The Doc met Praetorian’s burning gaze with a defiant one of his own, “Shut the fuck up, Jason. You know the damned rules. You know why Bureau 9 leaves us alone. Heck, your own mother was the one that set this whole thing up! And you know how she is about commitments.”
“But she’s only been with us a week! Two at the most!” protested Praetorian, “She’s barely out of the ‘civilian’ stage. We wouldn’t even have her out there if Lilah and Deb weren’t recuperating.”
Angrily, Doc turned back to the screen, “Don’t I know it, Jason. She’s a sweet kid. Barely known her a week and already I feel like I’ve violated her, stealing this information from our examinations.” Leaning back in the chair, he waved a frustrated hand at the screen, “Half this stuff… I haven’t even told her yet. Most of it I *can’t* tell her.”
Praetorian eyed Doc Burnsides, his temper cooling slightly as he detected something in his teammate’s voice, “As long as I’ve known you, Rob, you’ve never had a problem keeping this stuff to yourself. Is something the matter?”
For a moment, Praetorian thought he had caught the Doc in one of those ‘you’ve got a mammoth zit on your nose on the night of the prom’ moments, the way that the man stared up at Praetorian from the chair in horror. But then, the Doc recovered and waved his hand away, “No! No! There’s nothing wrong with… with… the report. What are you doing here? You shouldn’t even be reading this stuff. Take your stupid glass of milk and get out of my lab!”
Bewildered, Praetorian allowed himself to be forcefully shoved out of the lab by the much smaller Doctor. Then, turning about as the automatic doors to the lab hissed closed, he stared at entryway and scratched his head, “What… was that?”
* * *
What…
was that?
She tried to fight them, but there were too many.
Allure didn’t know how, but she found herself chasing a fleeing group of gang-members into an old abandoned warehouse. They fled in terror from her, but once indoors, she knew it was a trap almost immediate. Behind her, the massive industrial doors were slammed shut, and the dim lighting of the supposedly vacant building blazed on, revealing scores of men… all waiting for her.
She tried to fight them, but they were too many.
She had been duped! The small patrol of men were a ruse, designed to lure her into this predicament, as more men than she could count smiled ferally at her. Large men, with chains, clubs, and pipes circled about her as Allure raised her hands up and balled her fists. As the first thug came into range, she swung her fist and connected, sending him reeling.
A club came down violently towards the back of her head, and the lithe heroine slipped aside, spinning another fist into a smashing backhand. To her delight, she connected again, smashing a nose flat. Blood spurted from the thug’s face as he fell to the floor in a heap. Another gang member took his place swirling a heavy chain about his head.
She tried to fight them, but they were too many.
“Ha!” she cried out as she ducked beneath the swirling chain. With a flurry of punches, Allure struck the gangmember’s abdomen, letting the second blow climb to his chest, and then the last rising into a leaping uppercut to the chin. She could hear his teeth clack and then shatter as they collide forcefully.
She tried to fight them, but they were too many.
Allure smiled triumphantly as she turned to face the next foe. She never saw the attack that collided painfully into the back of her head. And then suddenly, hands were all over here, grabbing at her arms and legs, yanking at her hair, and costume. A sinister cheer echoed through the warehouse as the young heroine’s exuberant smile faded into fear. “No…” she cried out, struggling against the filthy hands that wrapped themselves about her body. She tried to fight them, but they were too many.
* * *
Praetorian sighed quietly as he made his way slowly towards his suite. It was early in the morning, only fifteen minutes until daybreak, and it was time to turn in. Nights like these always unsettled him.
“Praet!”
The leader of the Strange Defenders’ frown deepened as he heard the urgency in the call. It was Wind Raven, his second in command, hurrying down the hallway. With a last longing glance towards the door to his rooms, only half way down the hall, he turned to face the heroine. “What’s up, Lilah?”
Wind Raven stalked towards Praetorian, her long black hair swirling behind her as she moved. Dressed in her pajamas of pink teddy bears and a pale blue background, she looked nothing like the huntress that she usually portrayed herself as. Of course, if she had it her way, she would have been out on patrol with the others. But, since her experience at the hands of the villainous Razorjaw, he had forced her to take a few evenings of much needed rest.
“Praet… there’s a message that’s come in to you in the communications center,” Wind Raven reported breathlessly.
Praetorian’s frown became puzzled as he glanced over Wind Raven’s shoulder to the elevator that connected the levels of the Strange Defender’s rooftop compound. A sinking feeling rolled down to the pit of his stomach as he could feel that something was dreadfully wrong. Quickly he moved passed her, breaking into a jog to reach the metal elevator doors. Behind him, he could hear Wind Raven’s bare feet smack along the floor.
* * *
Allure screamed as she struggled against the bulging muscles that held her, mighty hands spreading her legs apart while others grasped her head, yanking it up and back. “No…!” she begged, as the sweat and the heavy musk of aroused men reached her nose. Her face was pulled into an abdomen and a broad hand encircled her exposed right breast.
The rookie heroine’s costume had been totally torn to shreds, strewn about and passed amongst her attackers. Bits and pieces of her white leotard hung limply from her waist and long ago her cape was torn from her shoulders. All that remained of her beautiful costume were her tall strappy boots and her mask. To her humiliation, all else was exposed to the slavering horde.
“Look at her tight little cunt,” chortled the man between her legs. A broad finger moved forward and spread apart the pink lips of her pussy. Crying out, she angrily tried to pull her legs together, but the hands at her ankle and thighs were too strong. Cruelly, the fingers spread the lips slowly, difficultly, “Damn… she is tight… and wet!” The thug laughed to the man next to him, “This bitch is getting fucking horny!”
The young heroine’s cheeks grew hot in shame. The more she struggled against the powerful hands, the more she found herself getting aroused. The powerlessness, knowing that there was no one out there to save her.
“Well… fuck her ‘til she’s all stretched out!”
“No…-ugh…” Allure protested as her long blond hair was yanked, dragging her head back into the crotch of another gang-member. There, pushing into her face was a huge cock… she had never seen anything so big. No boyfriend in the past was ever hung like that before, not even Josh! Rough hands grabbed the side of her head and rammed the head of the cock passed her moist lips. Shamefully, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, taking the thick girth of his member deeply into her throat.
Suddenly, she arched her back and screamed around the massive penis that her lips wrapped around, as another giant cock was forced passed the folds of her perfect pussy. She could feel her pussy gaping around the width of the fuck-tool as it stretched violently in her body, skewering its self deeply into her womb. No… her mind begged… please, no…! as pleasure coursed through her nerves, her sensitive sex succumbing to the meat that filled it. Desperately, she felt her violated body explode with juices, in a futile attempt to lubricate her aching hole.
Rough hands grabbed her hips as the two thugs began to pound relentlessly into her small, cock-filled body. Her mind screamed as she gagged around the cock, her stretched holes being reamed out harder and harder. The men that fucked her didn’t care if they were destroying her pussy and mouth with their size, and neither did her body as her mind was seized by a sudden brutalizing orgasm. Almost immediately, her pussy gushed with cum, spattering his penetrating tool with dripping streaks.
“My god…! She’s one juicy bitch!”
Too sensitive… her mind pleaded as suddenly the dick in her mouth spasmed and she found herself gulping down loads and loads of cum. Coughing violently, she gagged as the member was pulled from her lips, spilling seed all over her face and the cold concrete floor in long, gooey strands. “Ahhh…!” she cried out as her hair was yanked again, and another thick cock was shoved between her lips, “Nnnnnn…”
No… not… another… gabbled her inner voice, before she stiffened again screaming in unadulterated bliss, her well trained muscles of her sex clamping hungrily around the cock that reamed in and out of her delicate pussy. Instinct took over as her sex milked enthusiastically at the penetrating staff until finally, it got what it wanted as the thug shouted loudly and sprayed thick wads of cum deep between her legs. Again and again her mind shrieked with joy as her innards were whitewashed, each spurt cracking another fracture in her mind and will. A brief moment of panic passed through her mind as the man-meat shrank and was pulled from her body, but that soon passed as another man took the last’s place and filled her snatch once again.
There was little fight left in Allure’s body as they hauled her into a different position, twisting and arching her body so a third cock could enter her tight little ass. More and more cock ravaged her petite body again and again as the men fought to fuck her tight little, cum dripping holes. Her will and mind was a ruin as her lovers began to grow impatient. Her beautiful round globe-like tits were squeezed together, forming another nook to ravish. Unable to find an orifice to use, they begin to rub their stiff rods against her hair, her skin. And soon, her body was stained with thick cum, inside and out.
Hours passed as countless men used her body, many of them several times over, adding to the jism that poured from every taut hole and seemed to secrete from her very skin, before pooling to the floor beneath her. The only thought in her poor broken mind was to desperately feel each penetration as they met in the center of her body, pounding her into jelly. Orgasm after orgasm destroyed all that was left of her will.
Time stretched as endlessly as her pussy did, until finally… someone interceded.
“Stop!” came a cry that echoed through the warehouse. Allure blinked groggily around the crotch and thick cock of a thug, half-way into her mouth. A small, brutalized part of her mind whispered to her quietly in the back of her head. She recognized that voice…
“Stop,” it said again, but this time much more softly… seductively dripping with honey, and sex, and desire. Allure tried to wrap her thoughts around the voice, but couldn’t. Her body was too filled with throbbing, burning desire to concentrate…
“Stop,” the voice said again, but this time a soft, sultry whisper right in front of her. Gently, the thick cock was pulled from her bruised lips and a long finger was slid beneath her chin, lifting her face to meet the gaze of the woman who had paused the non-stop gang-rape of the heroine’s body.
Allure gasped… she knew this
woman. Queen Orgasma…!
There was the Queen, her nemesis, in her tight, black negligee, her pale ivory skin practically glowing in the light. Long black hair fell down to her waist, and her beautiful aristocratic nose, lifted high above a mocking smile. On her head was her jeweled crown of black and white stone, and in her hand she carried a circlet of silver and black. “Well… what do we have here?” her voice cooed, “It looks like, a super-whore!” Again, she smiled broadly, “You fell into my trap, just like I knew you would…”
Pulling away from her chin, the villainess wiped away a thick glob of semen off of Allure’s cheek and lifted it to her own mouth. Smiling evilly to Allure, Queen Orgasma licked away the salty man-essence from her finger tip, “Mmmmm… I see you’ve been enjoying yourself, dear, with all these men willing to use your body.” She laughed darkly, sinisterly, “Well, let me help you out.”
Leaning forward once more, the Queen placed the circlet of silver and black about Allure’s sticky, cum stained head. Taking her time, she adjusted the circlet to fit snugly in her hair. “We wouldn’t want this to fall off, now would we?” As the circlet settled about her head, Allure felt a jolt of electricity bolt through her mind, as if tiny fingers pressed themselves in upon her consciousness. Queen Orgasma murmured informatively, “It’s a Circlet of Shattering… meant to destroy the mind of even the greatest of heroines. Ask UltraAlice, if you don’t believe me. I’m sure she’d tell you just how much she loves being my pussy-licking slave.”
The Queen cackled and bent down to meet Allure’s eyes, “Just like you will be soon, Nike… Mistress of Vagina perhaps… but Mistress of Victory no more… Just a sex hound with a weakness for a long, hard gang-bang.”
Allure’s brow furrowed… Nike?… What is she talking about…?
Queen Orgasma straightened to her full height, “Now what do you want, my little Super-whore?”
The rookie heroine heard herself mumbling something… she couldn’t make it out…
“Beg… you bitch…” sneered the villainess.
“Fuck me…” Allure whispered.
“What?” hissed the Queen, “I can’t hear you.”
“Fuck me,” the heroine sobbed, “Fuck me… Fuck Me… FUCK ME!!!”
Allure woke with a start, her body bucking, each nerve on fire from the thrill of a long, hard orgasm. She could feel her fingers still plunging in and out of her tight pussy, three fingers as hard and thick as a dick. Where was she? Panic washed over her before flowing abruptly away.
The young heroine looked around with relief as she suddenly realized that she was home, in her suite in the Strange Defender’s compound, lying in her own bed. Groaning softly, she gingerly pulled her fingers from her dripping pussy and immediately felt her super-healing kick in, her muscles and lips tightening. Looking down to her dainty, hairless sex, she carefully unsplayed her legs and wiped away her juices from her sensitive lips. God… she groaned… my bed’s a mess. Beneath her waist, the sheets were soaked dark from her sex.
“What a nightmare…” she moaned softly to herself.
Suddenly, Allure jumped as a cry pierced through the wall from the room behind her. A wall that she shared with her best friend, Deborah Van Dien… Nike, the Mistress of Victory…
“Fuck me!” came the shrieking, begging voice… “FUCK ME!!!”
Allure rolled to her side and looked worriedly at the blank wall behind her bed. Soon, the voice subsided to a pleading whimper, before fading away altogether. “What… was that?” she asked herself quietly.
* * *
“What is it mayor?” asked Praetorian to the large vid-screen in the center of the Communications Room. Before him, a big holo-projection of Mayor Westhale gazed back at him. The mayor looked like he felt, unkempt from being rousted out of her bed at an ungodly hour.
“Praetorian, have you not looked out your window?”
Praetorian frowned. He hadn’t. There weren’t any windows in the Communications Room, just a large conference table, projector, and chairs.
“Go and look!” ordered Westhale, “And see the problem for yourself…!”
Rising from his chair, Praetorian met Wind Raven at the door and they hurried down the hallway to one of the outer windows. In the distance, he could see the sun beginning to rise… a bright orange flame against the horizon. He frowned as he heard Wind Raven gasp over his shoulder.
“My god…”
With mild irritation, Praetorian demanded, “What?”
“Its burning…” she said quietly in horror, “The Helsing Maximum Security Prison is burning…”
And now Praetorian saw it, the ugly structure off in the distance. Indeed it was on fire, and no doubt, each and every villain that they had ever put there was making their escape with glee. How could this have happened? But, Praetorian knew the answer to his own question. Somehow, he knew the villain that they he had fought many times was behind all of this…
“Razorjaw…” the leader of the Strange Defenders hissed.
End Chapter