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MS
CRUSADER: DIRTY JOB
By Dark
One
“Wow!” Sidney Thames said, looking herself
over in the full-length mirror.
“Just….wow.”
She stood in her master bedroom, hands on
hips and feet shoulder width
apart,
admiring her new Super Heroine costume.
It was the first time she’d
ever
worn the entire ensemble on her.
Previously, she’d just tried on the
individual
components of her “Ms Crusader” costume to ensure they all fit
properly.
“I was right to go with yellow,” she
said. “This costume pops!”
Sidney, or Ms Crusader, couldn’t take her
eyes off her shapely five foot
ten
body in a bright yellow latex strapless one-piece, which was French cut
so
daringly she had to completely shave her pubic mound. It showed off her
magnificent
38DDs wonderfully, riding high and extraordinarily firm. Most
women
had to have implants to get tits like that, but hers were 100 percent
natural. And since they were so naturally firm, she
didn’t have to spoil
the
lines of her costume with a bra.
Besides the one-piece, she wore patient
leather thigh boots, latex opera
gloves,
satin choker, and a very special face mask -- all black. From the
wide
latex choker hung a solid silver Sisterhood ankh, with her name on it –
Ms
Crusader. The costume fit like a second
skin, so tight she could clearly
see the
muscle definition in her rock hard abs, her naval and even the
outline
of her nipples’ areolas. Another reason
she had to completely shave
her
pubic hair.
“My mother would have a stroke if she saw
me in this,” Sidney said,
flashing
a brilliant smile at the thought. And
what a smile. She had very
full
lips and a wide mouth. When she smiled
the world lit up around her.
“I
wonder if I should show more boob?”
Sidney knew from her Sisterhood Super
Heroine training this past summer
that a
set of well displayed tits could stop a man in his tracks for a few
seconds,
and then keep drawing his eyes back over and over again. Something
to be
exploited at every opportunity. Indeed,
a big part of the
outrageously
skimpy, overtly sexy costume was to gain an advantage over her
criminal
opponents. Even with her supernatural
Power, she could use every
advantage
possible. The life expectancy of Super
Heroines wasn’t something
to
dwell upon too long.
“Ocean City, meet your newest champion, Ms
Crusader,” she said, brown eyes
flashing.
She used her Power to pull moisture from
the air and formed a disk just two
feet
across. It formed under her feet and
lifted her a foot off the floor.
Ms
Crusader teetered a bare second, still not completely comfortable in the
stiletto
heeled thigh boots. She was, after all,
barely eighteen and hadn’t
had
much experience wearing them. But she
was a quick study with excellent
balance.
Ms Crusader could form water into just
about anything she wanted: disks or
boards
to ride through the air atop, diamond hard spears, defensive shields
dense
enough to stop a tank round, anything she needed and could visualize.
With
that talent she could fight crime and protect the citizens of Ocean
City
for years to come.
“Time to get to work,” she said, and
propelled the disk toward the door.
She rode the disk to the back door. The key was hidden on top of the
chimney,
for when she returned in the wee hours of the night. At the
moment,
it was early morning – after rush hour but before the housewives
came
out to start their chores. The kids
were all in school. Few if any
eyes
were around to see anything untoward.
Besides, she was a strong Water
Power,
and could move with lightning speed.
Out the door, she elongated the disk to a
mini surfboard and shot out at
the
back fence like a stone from a slingshot.
She was doing sixty miles per
hour by
the time she “hopped” over the six foot privacy fence and then cut
right
and streaked down the alley.
“Wahoo!” she cried.
Before she reached the end of the alley
she “pushed” the board of hardened
water
up and went soaring high above the neighborhood. She reveled in her
ability
to fly for the next fifteen minutes, zigzagging around as she slowly
rose up
from a hundred feet up to a thousand feet.
It was a pure adrenaline
rush.
“Ms Crusader’s one happy camper!” she
cried.
After fifteen minutes, she reached up to
her mask and pressed two hidden
buttons
at once, activating her secure communications with other Sisterhood
Super
Heroines. A blue holographic pop up
appeared at the bottom edge of
her
vision. It showed her she was alone on
duty, or at least none of the
other
Sisters in Ocean City had logged onto their secure net. Of course,
most
Super Heroines worked nights. In fact,
she had two weeks of day
duties,
then college classes started and she would go to nights as well.
Then
there was her “day” job as a waitress.
The job was for cover and
spreading
around money, since the small three bedroom, two bath house was a
graduation
gift from her wealthy parents, who lived over the coastal range
in the
Valley. They expected her to live in it
until graduation, then sell
it to
start her retirement fund. But Sidney
planned to stay in Ocean City
after
college.
“Too bad, I really want to meet the other
Super Heroines,” she said,
crestfallen. But she perked up quickly. “But maybe if they see news
accounts
of my exploits they will dress up and come meet me.”
With that happy thought, she pressed a
button on her mask and tapped into
the
police band. She immediately heard
something promising. A car chase.
And
they were chasing bank robbers. Two
police cars had already been lost
-- one
by bullets and one in a two car crash.
The helicopter was down for
service,
so they had no air support.
“Until now,” Ms Crusader said, smiling
brightly.
Ms Crusader propelled herself as quickly
as she could toward the deadly car
chase.
“What luck!” she said. “I’ll make a great name for myself today.”
It was going to be so sweet catching
them. She couldn’t wait to see their
reaction
to her arrival. And wait until everyone
saw what she could do!
“There they are,” she said, suddenly
turning all business. Her pretty
brown
eyes flashed. “And they’ve eluded the
police, too. But they won’t
escape
me!”
The blue late model Oldsmobile was
accelerating down a residential alley,
while
the police continued down the street behind them. If not for her they
would
escape. Of course, it would be better
if the police were right there
to
witness her heroic deed, but they would arrive soon enough.
Changing course to cut them off, Ms
Crusader was soon directly above them.
Just
five feet above the car, in fact. She
almost giggled when she thought
of
their coming surprise.
Ms Crusader pushed herself directly in
front of the car, pacing its speed
perfectly
and turned to face them with a big grin.
The looks of shock on
their
faces made it all worthwhile. Then she
made their fears come true,
and
used her Power.
She pulled water out of the humid coastal
air and formed it all around the
perimeter
of the car, then LIFTED it up and at the same time brought it to
an
abrupt stop. To the four men in the
sedan, it was as if they hit a brick
wall,
though the car was not damaged in the least.
The engine did die, so
she set
it back down and released the water, which fell wetly to the
pavement
with a splash.
“Good day, miscreants!” she said, assuming
a classic Super Heroine pose
five
feet in front of the car. They
staggered out of the car, battered and
bruised,
and paused to gawk at her. “The gig’s
up, boys. It is jail time
for
you. Maybe five to ten in prison will
teach you crime doesn’t pay,
especially
on Ms Crusader’s watch.”
God, she was pleased with herself. It went better than she ever dreamed.
And,
just like expected, they were stunned speechless by her magnificence.
None of
them had taken his eyes off her body yet.
All she had to do now was
notify
the police, who would come pick them up.
Reaching up to her mask, she just had to
press a single well hidden button
and she
would go live on the police net. They
would be there within
minutes,
with news camera crews not far behind, no doubt. But the men had
other
ideas.
“Kill her!”
With her finger a fraction of an inch from
the button, and her mind already
turning
to the coming news conference, she was caught completely by
surprise. The men were caught, and should behave that
way. Beside the call
to
“kill her” came four piercing battle cries of pure rage as all four men
leapt
at her with vengeance filled faces.
“Oooo!” as the first bank robber to reach
her grabbed her medium length
brown
hair and jerked her off-balance. Then a
second man slammed a hard
fist
into her ribs. “Ufffpphff!”
It happened so fast. Four sets of fist suddenly were pummeling
her front
and
back. A fist connected with her chin,
sending her world spinning
dizzily,
then another to her temple. One of the
men doubled her up with a
powerful
blow to the belly after that. Followed
by a knee to the face – and
blackness
enveloped her.
“Damn.
We won,” Fast Frankie said.
“Now what?” Eddie said.
“Throw her in the car and let’s beat it,”
Chuck said.
Chuck grabbed her under the arm pits and
Eddie picked up her feet. While
Fast
Frankie got back behind the wheel and started the car, they carried her
to the
back seat and dumped her between them.
Lars took shotgun and they
were
off again.
“Now what?” Eddie said, eyeing her fine
form lustily as Chuck bound her
wrists
tightly behind her back. “We going to nail
her before we kill her?”
“Duh,” Chuck said, and pulled Ms
Crusader’s yellow top down off her titanic
tits. “Hot damn, we hit the jackpot here, boys!”
Chuck immediately sucked a perfect pink
nipple into his mouth. Ms.
Crusader
groaned, and writhed, but didn’t come to yet.
In the meantime,
Eddie
pulled the tight latex away and to the side of her pubic mound.
“Hey, the bitch is clean shaven!” Eddied
cried with glee. “What a slut!
Look,
she’s already wet.”
Eddie massaged her glistening pussy lips
for a long moment, finally rousing
the
dazed Super Heroine from unconsciousness.
She gasped and bucked, eyes
wild
with disbelief.
“Here, dump some of this down her throat
before she’s coherent,” Lars said
from
the front seat, handing them a bottle of Jack.
“Booze steals away an
Amazon’s
ability to use her Power.”
“Good thinking,” Chuck said, taking the
bottle. He took a swig first, then
pushed
a good four inches of bottle neck into her wide mouth before upending
the
bottle. Ms Crusader gasped and
sputtered, gagged and coughed, but she
also
sucked down a healthy dose of whiskey.
More than enough to ensure her
Powers
stayed at bay a long time. “Good girl.”
COUGH!
“You bastards,” Ms Crusader wheezed out. “How dare…COUGH…How dare
you
accost me!”
Eddie pushed his finger deep into her
vagina at that instant. Ms
Crusader’s
big brown eyes widened and she gasped again.
Chuck chuckled and
started
sucking on her nipple again, eliciting another outraged gasp.
“Oh, you….you!…..,” Ms Crusaders said,
struggling with her bound wrists.
“Just
you wait….When I get….OH! Stop
that!….Oooo…..Oh, God, I’m going
to……Ahhhhh…..shit.”
Ms Crusader couldn’t believe she screwed
up so much. Her very first bust
blew up
in her face. Now she was captured and
being molested by evil men.
One man
was finger fucking her, and the other was gleefully sucking her tit.
And, worst of all, it all felt GREAT!
“Please stop,” she cried, starting to
buck. “I just turned 18 this week,
damn
it. I’m a virgin!”
“Sweet,” Eddie said. “I ain’t never fucked no virgin before.”
“Then this is your lucky day,” Fast
Frankie said from the front. “Mount
up!”
Ms Crusader slammed her knees together and
held them tight. Eddie and
Chuck tried
to pull them apart, but couldn’t. Alpha
Metas like Ms Crusader
were
superior women, at least ten times stronger than a strong man. And she
was
determined not to lose her virginity to Eddie or any of his cohorts in
crime.
“Aaaaiiiieee!” she cried when they started
tormenting her tits in their
anger
and frustration. “You will sooooo pay
for that!”
Suddenly, Eddie seized her hair and yanked
her head straight back. She
gasped,
wide-eyed and waited for a chop to the throat or something. What
she
didn’t expect was for Chuck to upend that bottle of whiskey into her
mouth. In an instantly her throat was on fire, her
eyes watering, and very
soon
everything was spinning. She didn’t
drink, so alcohol affected her
more
quickly and profoundly.
Unfortunately, one hundred percent of her
attention was directed at the
whiskey
being poured down her throat. Ms
Crusader didn’t even feel Eddie
spread
her thigh-booted legs and slip between them.
She did feel his rock
hard
cock press against, and then push into her pussy. He was well mounted
before
Chuck removed the bottle from her mouth.
Ms Crusader’s back arched and her toes
tried to curl inside her boots as
Eddie
pushed deeper and deeper within her vagina.
Even as she gasped and
coughed
uncontrollably, she felt his thick cock spreading her sex as she
tried
desperately to squeeze it tight and deny him any further access. Then
he
reached her hymen tissue.
“Oh!
Please,” she gasped. “I’m a
Super Heroine. You can’t do this to me.
Rape is a felony.”
“Really, now, Ms Cunt-ator,” Eddie said,
leering into her lovely masked
face. “Can anything that feels this good be
bad? I ask you seriously.”
The other men laughed as she grunted and
gasped. Eddie was having a tough
time
battering through her maidenhead. Ms
Crusader writhed and gyrated her
shapely
hip in an attempt to foil his efforts.
But then Eddie seized her
ass
cheeks in both hands and held her still, allowing him to pull almost
completely
out of her pussy, and then thrust deep and hard into her helpless
body.
“Aaaiiiieeeee!”
“I’m through!” Eddie cried. “She’s not a virgin anymore!”
“Bastard, I’m going to – Mphhhhhpf!” Ms
Crusader started to say, but was
cut off
by Chuck’s passionate kiss. While one
hand held her head still, so
he
could exploit her full, luscious lips and mouth, his other hand dropped
to her
titanic tits and had a field day. He
very quickly pinched and
kneaded
her nipples into hardness. Her whole
body was infused with a warm
tingling
sensation washing her resolve away.
“Uuuuppphhhhhhh!”
The whiskey was really starting to do a
number on her brain. She could
feel
incoherence creeping in. Chuck’s kiss
shouldn’t have disoriented her
so
terribly. And worse, she felt her will
power crumbling before the sexual
assault
Eddie was perpetrating on her helpless pussy.
“Mmmmmmm,” she groaned through the kiss as
Eddie’s pumping intensified.
He was inside her all the way now. Pumping madly, his eyes wild with
wicked
glee. She couldn’t believe this was
happening to her. Worse, she
couldn’t
believe the feeling of warmth, of sexual pleasure she was
experiencing. The harder Eddied pumped her, the fiercer
Chuck kissed and
fondled
her, the more intense she felt her ardor growing.
Eddie gasped and his pumping became
erratic. Ms Crusader realized
immediately
what that meant. Cold fear seized her
then, for if he released
his cum
inside her pussy, she could become pregnant.
She was on birth
control,
but nothing was one hundred percent proof against impregnation.
And if
she became pregnant, then she lost her super Power forever. If she
lost
her Power, she’d never escape and be a fuck toy for men the rest of her
life.
That thought sent her over the edge. Ms Crusader’s breathing became ragged
through
her nose and she felt the orgasm seize her lower belly, and radiate
pure
unadulterated pleasure throughout her body.
Her belly quivered and
quaked,
and she groaned low and sensually deep in her throat. All the while
her
pussy muscles were convulsing and quivering around the cock up her cunt.
“Damn!” Eddie cried, and lost it too.
Ms Crusader gasped and bucked, and
squeezed her twat muscles to milk her
sexual
interloper completely. It was an
unconscious act, but once she did
it she
realized what she’d done. Humiliation
washed over her then.
My God, I am a SLUT! she thought
dismally. They’re right.
“My turn,” Chuck said hoarsely.
As soon as Eddie pulled out, Ms Crusader
was flipped about. She found
herself
facing Eddie with Chuck now maneuvering to mount her. Eddie,
though,
wasn’t satisfied with what he’d just gotten.
He grabbed her head
with
both hands, gave her a quick, but fierce, kiss, then pushed her face
into
his crotch.
“Lick me clean, Crusader Slut,” Eddie
said.
His sticky, semi-erect dick poked her in
the left eyeball. It was sticky
with
cum and her pussy juices. When she
didn’t suck it up immediately, he
buried
his left hand in her silky brown hair and pushed her face down. Then
with
his right hand, he started rubbing his slimy, sticky cock all over her
face.
“Uuuuggggghhhhhh! Gross!” she cried, horrified. “Stop it!
Stop! Please,
stop.”
Meanwhile, Chuck was forgotten behind
her. First, he finished removing her
yellow
latex costume, leaving her in mask, boots and gloves. He maneuvered
her
body so that she ended up kneeling on the car’s back seat, and then
moved
up behind her. Chuck mounted her doggie
style, and reached around to
grab
her tits. Then pinching and twisting
her already hard and
hypersensitive
nipples, Chuck began his long awaited “joy ride.”
“Oh!
Oh,” she cried, feeling Chuck mount her from behind. To her shock,
Eddie
took the opportunity to slide his sticky into her open mouth.
“Nmmpphhh.”
Realizing Eddie wouldn’t remove his cock
until she “cleaned it” off with
her
mouth, Ms Crusader started sucking it.
All the while, Chuck was
joyfully
fucking the bejesus out of her throbbing pussy. That wonderfully
frightening
feeling of sexual pleasure was slowly building again, maybe just
a bit
faster than the first time.
“Oh, shit!” Chuck cried out. “This bitch’s pussy just clamped down on my
dick! Wow!
This is incredible.”
“Shut up,” Lars said from the front
seat. “I get her next.”
“We’ll be at the hideout soon enough,”
Fast Frankie said, sounding a bit
miffed
too.
Eddie forced Ms Crusader to suck his cock
until it was hard again, then she
had to
start licking and sucking on his sweaty balls.
The feeling of
humiliation
and degradation fueled her ardor, and she felt the heat wash
through
her body again. Suddenly, what Chuck
was doing proved too much to
endure. She tried to fight it, but it was so hard to
concentrate while
giving
head and sucking on stinking, sweaty balls.
The wonderful tingle turned into that rush
to climax.
“Aaaeeeiiiiiiieeeeee,” she cried, her back
arching and head back.
“Yes,” Chuck cried, and released her
tits. He grabbed her by the hair and
kept
her body bent painfully backwards as he began slamming it home with
relish. Ms Crusader started panting and gasping,
grunting and making
pathetic
mewing noises. That fired his ardor,
until he lost it and exploded
deep
within her throbbing, clenching pussy.
“Ooooohhhhhhh,” Ms Crusader gasped,
squeezing her pussy muscles over and
over
again, involuntarily milking her second assailant. “Aaaahhhhhh.
Shit.”
Once again, Ms Crusader was forced to lick
and suck clean the penis that
exploited
her so wickedly. This time, she was
embarrassed to realize she
actually
kind of liked the smell and taste of it.
It made her cunt tingle
and
ache.
Ms Crusader had to go back and forth
between Chuck and Eddie, sucking their
dicks
and licking their balls. She was kept
thus occupied until they
reached
their hideout, outside of the city and low on the coastal range.
When
she was pulled out of the blue Oldsmobile she could see the city
stretched
out before them.
Wow, what a great view, she thought.
Lars took over Ms Crusader, grabbing her
by the left tit and pulling her
after
him. She followed after him, begging
him to stop hurting her tit so
badly. But he was pissed, since the other two had
made her “nasty.” He
didn’t
want “sloppy seconds and thirds.”
Ms Crusader was taken inside the
house. The air conditioning was turned
way
down, making her already engorged nipples even tauter and more
sensitive.
Lars dragged her to the shower, where he
shoved her inside and turned on
the
water full blast. He, of course, failed
to use any hot water, so she
was
shocked, stunned by the frigid water as the vile villain scrubbed her
sticky,
wet twat and made sure her now very taut tits were sprayed down long
and
thoroughly.
She was then dragged out of the shower and
taken to a bedroom, dripping
wet. Ms Crusader thought she’d be tied spread
eagle on a bed, to get a
sound
and proper gangbanging, but there wasn’t a bed in the room.
“What are you going to do to me now?” she
asked, but didn’t really want to
know.
Ms Crusader was led to the center of the
room. Lars buckled on wide
leather
“cuffs” around her upper thighs, then forced her to kneel. Then
leather
cuffs were secured to her lower calves, and fastened to the thigh
cuffs, effectively
binding her in a kneeling position.
Next, Chuck attached
a black
lacquered spacer bar to her ankles, forcing her feet wide a part, so
wide it
forced her knees wide as well. Next,
her wrists were untied from
behind
her back, and leather bondage cuffs attached to them. Those cuffs
were
snapped to silver rings on the thigh cuffs.
Ms Crusader was panting by the time they
finished. Her nipples were rock
hard,
and her tits felt even more engorged and taut.
Her pussy was tingling
like
crazy, and she felt juices starting to drip down her inner thighs. And
worse,
an erotic warmth had infused her entire body, causing her rock hard
belly
to quiver and quake, and causing her shortness of breath.
Then Ms Crusader’s situation took a turn
for the worse.
“What’s that?” she said, eyes wide when
Fast Frankie picked up a briefcase
looking
kit. He pulled out a very thick looking
silver needle. Her throat
tightened
when he turned a wicked grin upon her.
“OH, SHIT!”
Lars, Chuck and Eddie held her tightly,
while Fast Frankie palmed her left
tit and
eyeballed the erect pink nipple. She
swallowed hard and shook her
head
“NO.” Ms Crusader’s eyes grew wider and
wider as the needle drew
closer
and closer to her hypersensitive nipple.
“Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!” A few seconds later, he lifted her right
breast
and pierced that nipple as well.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Shit!
Shit! SHIT!”
“Damn, the bitch’s got a set of lungs,
don’t she?” Eddie said, snickering.
Ms Crusader swallowed, and swallowed
again. She took numerous deep
breathes
as she tried to blink away the tears filling her big brown eyes.
Fast
Frankie threaded silver rings into her nipples, and then strung up a
silver
chain between them.
“Oh, you will pay dearly for that,” she
said hoarsely.
“Really, then I can stop worrying about
going too far with what I’m about
to do
next,” Fast Frankie said, leering at her.
“Pull her back and hold on
tight.”
Ms Crusader’s shoulders were forced
straight back, so that she was bent
backwards
over her own legs, bent at the knees.
Fast Frankie was left
kneeling
between her wide-spread knees. Knees she desperately wanted to
close,
but her bonds were making that impossible.
“Wait!
What are you doing? Don’t hurt
me,” she cried. She felt Fast
Frankie’s
hands on her bubblegum pink vulva. He
caressed the sensitive lips
of the
labia majora, and worked his way up to her clitoris. He tickled,
teased
and massaged her pussy lips until her girl juices began to flow
again,
and she was panting from the tingling emanating from that most
private
place. “God, haven’t you already done
enough to me?”
“Oh, no.
Not nearly enough, sweet puss,” Fast Frankie said. “Not nearly
enough.”
The needle pierced the hood above her
clit. Pain and sexual pleasure
ripped
through her young, shapely body. Ms
Crusaders gasped and bucked,
desperate
to escape this most humiliating of ordeals.
Then a silver ring
was
threaded through that piercing.
Finally, as she lay there gasping and
dazed by what had just happened to
her,
Fast Frankie produced a bright red ball gag.
Before she realized what
they
were going to do, the ball gag was thrust into her mouth, spreading her
mouth
painfully open. Then Fast Frankie
buckled the strap behind her head.
“Hhhmmmmm!” she said into the ball gag as
an orgasm suddenly erupted deep
in her
belly. “Mmmmmmhhhhhhhh!”
“I’m finished,” Fast Frankie said with a
look of satisfaction. “And I
think
she enjoyed it even more than I did.”
With Ms Crusader bound up tightly, Lars
started kissing and fondling her
tits. The others watched as he took his turn with
the vanquished vigilante.
As he sucked and nibbled on her swollen,
pierced nipples, his hands roamed
her
body. She tried to struggle, to break
free, or just to avoid his touch,
but was
too tightly bound to do much good.
Indeed, all she accomplished was
to give
her captors a good show and arouse Lars even more. Finally, to her
dismay,
his hands stopped on her shapely rump.
He caressed and squeezed her
hiney
almost worshipfully. She wasn’t
surprised when he finally moved
behind
her and started probing her asshole with his finger.
Holy shit, she thought as his finger
penetrated her tight sphincter. Ms
Crusader
clamped down on her asshole, determined to keep him out of at least
that
orifice. So Lars wasn’t able to
penetrate past his first knuckle.
“Whoa!
Tight,” Lars crowed. “Talk about
unexplored territory.”
When he couldn’t push any deeper, Lars
pulled out and started fingering her
twat. She groaned miserably and started gyrating
her hips, trying to avoid
his
persistent touch. But the bank robber
had the advantage, and soon had
her
face down on the carpet, with her shapely ass sticking straight up.
Because
of the manner of her bondage, that position forced her body to rock
up onto
her knees, leaving her stiletto heeled feet pointing at the ceiling.
Of course, her most intimate places were
beautifully exposed to
exploitation.
“I love to look at virgin pussy,” Lars
said. “Oh, wait. Not virgin any
more.”
They all laughed.
Ms Crusader growled, but was helpless to
do anything more. They had her
where
they wanted her -- utterly helpless and tied up. It couldn’t have
been
any worse if she was bent over a chair and tied to it.
The tingling infusing her body, and
centered on her twat, intensified with
that
realization.
Lars began probing her pussy with his
finger. Caressing and tickling, he
quickly
aroused her libido to new heights. Her
face burned in shame as she
felt
the tingling turn into an erotic heat, then wash throughout her trussed
up
body. He roused her even quicker than
Eddie and Chuck had in the back
seat. She wasn’t sure if that was due to already
being royally fucked, or
because
she was so sexily tied up. The feelings
of helplessness were
arousing
even as they were frightening.
Parting her pussy lips, Lars exposed her
pink slit. He caressed the slit
back and
forth, up and down, until she began pathetically bucking and
snorting
through her nose. Her love juices were
flowing freely, lubricating
his
fingers nicely. Then he started rubbing
circles around and atop her
clit,
even as his well lubed fingers of the other hand traced a line from
cunt to
sphincter. He lubed up her asshole and
started probing again. This
time,
her will power was less, and his finger wasn’t dry. His index finger
got to
the second knuckle in the first thrust.
“Uuuhhhhnnnnnnmmmmm,” she groaned low in
her throat, eyes squeezed shut.
It felt so good, so right, and so terribly
wrong at the same time. The
desire
to relax her sphincter and allow him easy access, to give her intense
pleasure,
warred with the need to fight and keep him out. She needed to win
at
least one battle.
Lars began pumping his finger in and out,
driving a bit deeper with each
stroke. Her sphincter muscles spasmed and rippled
around his finger, then
clamped
down. They relaxed, then clamped down
again. He’d never felt
anything
like that before, and found himself increasingly excited. Soon,
though
he was stroking with the full length of his finger, so thrust in his
first
two fingers after that.
“Uuuummmmmmmm,” she groaned.
Suddenly, all resistance collapsed. Ms Crusader was snorting through her
nose in
time with his two-finger strokes.
Shortly, he noticed she was
rocking
her hips in an attempt to press her sex against his fingers, to
intensify
the experience. With that realization,
he pulled out his fingers
and
seized his rock hard cock.
“Time for an ass party, Ms Cock-lover,”
Lars taunted as he pressed his
dickhead
against her dripping twat.
Ms Crusader’s big brown eyes flew
open. A moment of panic, then he pushed
forward. She froze as he pushed past her dripping
pussy lips, then into her
vagina. She wasn’t expecting that, not after he was
toying with her asshole
for so
long. So she relaxed and sighed in
relief as his cock pushed all the
way
into her with one firm stroke. Then he
pulled almost out, only to
thrust
back in hard and demandingly. Again and
again. She felt her libido
flame
up even more, even as she felt his cock swell slightly.
He surprised her yet again, when he
suddenly pulled completely out. She
felt
the head of his cock rub up to her sphincter, and push. Ms Crusader
was
caught unaware, and his cock head penetrated completely before she could
relax. She groaned miserably, intense pain bathing
her body, all but
paralyzing
her. She clamped down, groaned low,
then relaxed. Then did it
again. Lars laughed, and thrust deeper, going
another two inches. Her eyes
widened
even more.
Ms Crusader gave one last heroic attempt
to clamp down, and stop the abuse
of her
asshole, but failed miserably. Her
sphincter only gave a single
spasm,
and then relaxed completely. Lars
rammed it home.
“Hmmmmmnnnnnnhhhhhhh!”
“Oh yes!” Lars cried. “Work it, baby! Work it!”
Too much!
Too much, she thought. Then the
tingling changed into that mad
rush to
climax. NO!
“Aaaaaaammmmmmmmmmgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Yeehaaa!” Lars cried with glee. “I made her cum!”
“Aaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhh!” she cried
into the ball gag again, as a second
climax
scrambled her little world.
“Hot damn, the bitch really loves being
butt fucked,” Chuck said, eyes
glittering
lust.
“Aaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmgggggghhhhh!”
Before he finally came, Lars ripped eight
climaxes out of Ms Crusader, each
a
little bit more intense than the last.
He pulled out, leaving her panting
and
drenched in sweat, with a dazed look in her big brown eyes. Of course,
the
others were so excited they all had to have a ride on the “Super Butt.”
So, it was near midnight before all the
men were satiated and totally
spent.
“Damn, she turned into some cock hungry
cunt really quick,” Lars said.
“Yeah, that gives me an idea,” Fast
Frankie said. “Instead of shooting her
in the
head and dumping her body beside the road like we planned, I think I
know a
better use for Ms Fuck-n-ator here.”
With that, Ms Crusader was positioned over
a steel ring set in the floor in
the
corner. A short chain was stretched
tautly between that ring and the
ring in
her twat, binding her painfully in place.
Then they attached long
chains
to her nipple rings and attached the other ends to ceiling hooks.
They
left her kneeling as before, but now with her cunt chained to the floor
and her
overlarge tits pulled up and chained to the ceiling.
A few minutes later, Fast Frankie returned
with a plastic shopping bag. He
quietly
removed two dildo vibrators, and a package of batteries.
“Something to keep you occupied while we
sleep,” he said, turning on the
first
vibrator and pushing it up against her twat.
Ms Crusader’s eyes rolled up as her head
fell back, silky brown hair
cascading
down her sweaty back. Her whole body
suddenly went taut, then an
enormous
climax erupted. Even as she panted and
trembled from the orgasm,
Fast
Frankie pushed the ten inch vibrating dildo up her cunt, until she was
completely
full of vibrating ecstasy. A moment
later, the first vibrator’s
twin
was turned on and shoved up her asshole.
“Sweet, erotic dreams, Ms
Fuck-all-comers,” he said, snickering.
Ms Crusader was left like that, in the
dark, all night.
The next morning took an eternity to
arrive.
“Good Morning, Ms Crusader,” Chuck said
cheerfully. “Sleep well? No?
What a
shame.”
“Yeah, a shame,” Eddie said, snickering.
“Let’s get her cleaned up before the buyer
gets here,” Fast Frankie said,
eyes
full of mercenary greed as he looked upon her.
Addressing her, he
said,
“You should know that I’ve arranged your purchase by a madam. You are
in for
a career change.”
Ms Crusader’s only outward reaction was to
swallow hard and drop her eyes
submissively. They laughed and taunted the “mighty Super
Heroine” and such.
But she gave no outward reactions.
“Totally tamed,” Fast Frankie said. “I knew we could do it.”
“And it was fun, too,” Eddie said. “Let’s do it again. I’d really, really
like to
sink my teeth, and dick, into Justice Girl.”
The other men paused to consider that a
long moment. Then they started
making
crude remarks about the anatomy of the city’s other Super Heroines,
and
what they wanted to do to each one in turn.
Lofty plans, indeed.
Finally, they got back to business.
“Chuck, you and Eddie get her rinsed off,”
Fast Frankie said.
“You got it, boss.”
They removed the chains on her nipples
first, then the one on her twat.
She sighed
in extreme relief when they removed the still vibrating dildos
next. Ms Crusader’s sweaty, orgasm racked body
relaxed for the first time
in many
hours.
Chuck and Eddie knelt to either side of Ms
Crusader and began unfastening
her
leather bindings. First they removed
the cuffs off her wrists, then
removed
the thigh and ankle cuffs. That done,
they laid her down on her
back
spread-eagle.
Ms Crusader laid there as they removed her
boots and gloves, then her
choker. If felt sooo good, so Heavenly, to just lie
down and relax. She
didn’t
care what they did to her now, as long as she got a chance to relax.
Sleep
would be better. She was so terribly
tired, so sleepy.
Chuck, then Eddie, tried unsuccessfully to
remove her mask, but only she
could
do that. Of course, given enough time
in captivity, the batteries
would
run out and it would fall off. But she
wasn’t going to give them the
satisfaction
of unmasking her. Not that it would do
them any good since she
wasn’t
famous at all. Few Super Heroines were
famous as their secret
identities.
Chuck and Eddie pulled Ms Crusader to her
feet and took her to the
bathroom. They all but carried her. She could barely walk. And she didn’t
really
want to walk, or cooperate in any way, shape or manner. Ms Crusader
understood
that she was now a white slave, to be sold and whored off for the
fun and
profit of evil men and women.
Of course, she thought, considering how
great the sex was last night, I can
think
of worse fates.
Ms Crusader was thrust into the shower and
the cold water turned on. No
hot
water at all. It hit her like a ton of
bricks. Chuck and Eddie hooted
with
glee as she cried out and fell to the ground, her face a mask of horror
and
misery.
“Apparently she’s too HOT blooded to enjoy
a cold shower,” Chuck said,
grabbing
the showerhead and redirecting it straight at her massive tits.
Ms Crusader tried to squirm out of the way
of the cold, brutal torrents,
but
Chuck kept turning the showerhead to keep her drenched in the horrible
cold.
Suddenly, anger and rage overpowered bone
weariness induced submissiveness.
Brown eyes flashing, Ms Crusader lashed out
with her first instinct -- her
Power
over water. Ms Crusader reached out,
seized the water and turned it
into
rock hard missiles. Chuck was hit first
in the groin, then the head,
chest,
knees and head twice more. The would-be
white slaver froze in place,
then
dropped to his knees. Then he fell face
first into the shower.
My Power’s returned! she thought
excitedly.
Before Chuck’s unconscious body hit the
floor, Ms Crusader was on her feet.
Eddie had his mouth open to call the
alarm. She shot a stream of cold
water
into his mouth, then turned it rock hard, effectively gagging him.
Ripping off her own ball gag, she snarled,
“Not a pleasant feeling, is it?”
She seized more water with her Power,
using it to grab Eddie’s wrist and
pull
them behind his back. Then he too was
pulled into the shower as she
stepped
past him. Finally she released all the
water holding him, and
promptly
kicked him in the groin, then kneed him in the face. Eddie
collapsed
atop Chuck.
Ms Crusader paused to massage and work the
kinks out of her jaw and limbs.
After
stretching the worst kinks out, she marched out of the bathroom. A
great
mass off water followed her, drawn by her Power. The next person she
encountered
was Lars.
“Hello, Mr. Butt-fucker,” she said. Once again, her first kick went
straight
into his unprotected crotch. “Ouch, bet
that hurt almost as much
as
being butt-fucked.”
She kicked him in the groin again, and
left him puking and helpless.
“Die, bitch!” Fast Frankie cried, leveling
a .44 Magnum at her chest.
In an instant, a shield of hardened water
formed between them. He cracked
off
five shots in quick succession. The
next four pulls of the trigger only
brought
forth clicks. Empty.
She summoned up a dozen blunt spears of
rock hard water, and “threw” then
at Fast
Frankie. He failed to live up to his
nickname, and proved too slow
to
avoid even one of the brutal attacks.
Fast Frankie was quickly hammered
to the
floor, unconscious.
Then using her Power, Ms Crusader cocooned
each of the evil men and floated
them
into the living room, to be laid out side by side while they waited for
the
police. That done, she went to the
shower and took a proper HOT shower.
She cleaned and dried her costume, and only
called the police AFTER she
was
fully dressed and presentable.
Using her mask, Ms Crusader notified the
police that she’d captured the
previous
day’s bank robbers and gave them the address to come and pick them
up. Of course, as expected, the press was
monitoring the police bands and
almost
got there before the police. Then after
turning the bank robbers
over,
she walked out to her very first press conference as a Super Heroine.
“Ms Crusader! Ms Crusader!” they all cried, desperate to be the first to
interview
Ocean City’s newest Super Heroine.
Flashing her biggest, brightest smile, Ms
Crusader started fielding
questions,
much like the mayor or governor during a press conference. It
lasted
the better part of an hour, during which she conveniently “forgot” to
mention
all the bad things that happened.
Her smile was radiant as the press
conference started to wind down. Ms
Crusader
was filled with pride and pleasure witnessing the adoration of the
press. Then she got the last question, “Ms
Crusader, can you tell us why
you
decided to put on the mask and costume, and put your life on the line by
becoming
a Super Heroine?”
Ms Crusader stopped, pursed her full lips
in thought a long moment, then
smiled
mischievously, saying, “It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.”
THE END