Golden Girl and The Kryptonite Effect
Part 3: Lady Samurai
by OTWGuy; email: OTWGuy@gmail.com
Chapter 10
The next morning Anna walked into the kitchen in her own pink slinky robe that barely covered her firm ass. Her dad sat at the table drinking his usual coffee and reading his Ipad.
“I was worried about you. Where have you been?” he prodded. “Was it the Kryptonite Effect?”
“Partly. I know who’s behind all those missing girls.” Anna failed to not sound excited.
Victor closed his Ipad. “Are you serious? Who?”
“I don’t know his name. Only where he lives. I just have to figure out how to overcome the small army that protects him.”
Anna explained how she tracked the vans and being captured. She avoided mentioning the tasp and the serial and anal rapes. Still, she guessed her dad could read between the lines.
“It sounds like Golden Girl needs help.” he dead-panned. “Maybe you should go to the police.”
“Dad, he promised to expose my identity if I interfered, remember? I’m sure he’ll figure it out,” Anna said disappointedly. “And I have grown fond of Golden Girl.”
***
Anna needed to think about how to bring the Marquis to justice. “I’m gonna take
a walk,” she announced as she retired to her bedroom to change.
Moments later, Anna headed out the door dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, her tits strapped down by a sports bra.
While walking, Anna went through various scenarios about taking down the Marquis, or whatever his real name was: Should she just sneak in and fight it out with his henchmen, like at the OK Corral? Would that be worth being exposed and possibly going to jail for vigilante-ism? Should she volunteer to be his submissive until she could prove his guilt? Anna shuddered at the thought of being a voluntary sex slave for such an abhorrent criminal... and then still being exposed.
Anna looked around and found that she had absentmindedly walked down to Perkins Park where a pickup basketball game was going on. Several shirtless, hot-looking, very masculine boys and men, black and white, were running up and down the court, sweating. Their rippling muscles shimmered under the sun. Anna took a deep breath. Gawd, they’re gorgeous, she thought.
Anna noticed a single girl was playing with them...and holding her own. She was Asian and beautiful. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were brown and almond shaped. She was 5‘8“ with long, shapely legs. Or, maybe it was that she was playing in very short spandex shorts. Anna was intrigued by her.
The Asian girl was covering a much larger shirtless guy who was standing in front of her, looking to pass. The Asian girl had her arms out wide, trying to prevent him from making it easy. Suddenly, the guy reached out with his left hand and squeezed her right breast.
In a split second, the Asian girl grabbed his offending thumb then pulled it up and out and down. He yelled and bent over, following his thumb. She then took him by the neck and pulled his head into a chain-link fence post. He dropped to one knee as she stomped off the court toward Anna. “You fucking bitch!” he barked angrily.
As the girl marched out the gate, Anna spoke, “That certainly was impressive. You manhandled him so easily.”
The girl stopped and looked hard at Anna. “I guess he shouldn’t be groping strange girls, now should he?” she replied, pissed. “He’s a predator. I hate predators.”
“I’m Anna.” Extending her hand.
“Sharon” she answered, taking Anna’s hand and firmly shaking it. “Nice strong grip, Anna. Do you work out?”
“Uh, off and on” said Anna. Then, “Tell me, Sharon, are you a black belt or something?”
“I’ve studied the martial arts for years” answered Sharon proudly. And not just one discipline. Aikido for defense. Kick boxing for offense. Krav Maga for simplicity. And Jeet Kune Do for ferocious confluence and fluidity. Together I call it, ‘Sha Ron Do.’ Sharon’s fist.”
“Wow. You’re a regular Golden Girl.”
Sharon scoffed. “Not hardly. Golden Girl is truly awesome.” Sharon looked up to the empty blue sky. “She is a force of nature.” Looking back at Anna, “She takes on all these sick-o predators and lays them out for the police to scoop up with a butterfly net.”
I’m beginning to really like her, thought Anna.
“She is a model for all women and girls.” continued Sharon. “I moved here to Carnival City and applied to the CCPD because of her. I think she is the greatest thing since sushi.”
“Sushi?” chuckled Anna.
“Yeah,” Sharon laughed as well. “I love sushi.”
“It doesn’t bother you that the police want to arrest her?” asked Anna.
Sharon rolled her eyes. “The police? They’re more interested in writing tickets than catching criminals. Instead of trying to stop her, they should be paying Golden Girl for doing their job for them. Damn fools!... They need me.”
Anna had a thought.
“Listen Sharon. I’m happy to hear you say that. I’m a friend of Golden Girl. How would you like to meet her? She needs all the friends she can get.”
“NO WAY! Are you serious? That would be so awesome!
“She’ll want to do a bit of a background check, so write your full name, birth date, city and state, and your cell number.”
Sharon eagerly scribbled the information. “This is so exciting!” she blurted, handing the slip of paper to Anna.
Chapter 11
Anna took the paper to her dad to research Sharon. He, in turn, handed her a piece of mail addressed to ‘Anna Andreev.’
The paper Sharon gave Anna indicated:
Sharon Hiroko Shiroma, 509-867-5309. She was 21 years old and born in Walla Walla, Washington.
Dr. Andreev was indeed a fine researcher. But, even he could find nothing wrong or suspicious about Sharon. She graduated early, with honors, from Washington State University in Criminal Administration, and was on the gymnastics team. Her family owns a Japanese restaurant. She was an accomplished martial artist. She seemed to be a perfectly straight arrow. He approved.
Anna opened her envelop. A ‘Get Well’ card was inside. She opened the card. It was simply signed: Mr. Picasso.
***
Anna and her father asked Sharon to come to their home.
Sharon arrived in a tan pantsuit with a bottle of riesling. She was almost giddy with excitement. She took a seat on the sofa and kept looking over at the front door for any sign of Golden Girl.
Anna took the wine into the kitchen. “We’re having pizza from Garabaldi’s. Do you like pizza?” Anna knew her riesling did not go with pepperoni pizza, but she would pour it nonetheless.
“Love it! Any...”
“No anchovies!” Anna blurted, laughing. Sharon laughed with her.
“How do I look?” Sharon asked Anna. “Do I look okay? Is my lipstick too much? I’m so nervous.”
“Relax Sharon” assured Anna as she walked in with two glasses of wine and set them on the coffee table. “She a regular person. She’s going to love you.”
Sharon could not be persuaded. “I’m so nervous.”
Victor walked into the room.
“Sharon, this is Professor Andreev.” Anna said. Sharon presented her hand. Victor took her hand, bent over it and kissed the back of it.
“Ms. Shiroma. The pleasure is mine, I assure you. Please, call me Victor.”
“Victor is Golden Girl’s father, Sharon.”
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Really? Oh my god!” Sharon repeated. It’s really happening!
“Ms. Shiroma, I take my daughter’s welfare very seriously. I’ve looked into your background and you seem to be a very grounded young woman. Anna here thinks very highly of you. You should feel honored. Anna doesn’t have a high regard for many people.”
Sharon smiled a big smile. “Thank you. Thank you both.”
Anna started. “Sharon, you’re not here just to meet Golden Girl.”
Sharon’s countenance flatlined. Her eyes started to cloud.
“You will meet her, yes.” added Anna. “But, but...”
Victor chimed in, “But, Golden Girl needs more than a fan Sharon, and more than a friend. She needs a ally.”
Sharon was confused. “An ally?”
Anna stood up. “Sharon, Victor is my father. I am Golden Girl.” Anna bent over and lifted up the hardwood coffee table by one of its four legs, without spilling the wine.
Sharon’s eyes grew into big almonds.
***
Anna explained her purpose. Then she asked for Sharon’s help to bring down Carnival City’s sexual predators and, especially, the Marquis.
Sharon was jubilant. “Of course I will help you! It’s more than a dream come true!”
“Sharon, you have to keep your identity a secret. No one can know outside this room.”
“Of course.” Sharon said trying to contain her excitement.
“And my dad can supply you with testostrogen, if you want. I’ll tell you this. You will be ten times stronger. You will grow a few inches. (So, you’ll need a whole new wardrobe.) I don’t know if your gay or straight...”
“Straight!”
“Whichever,” Anna continued, “testostrogen makes you horny as hell. You’ll want to have sex... well, a lot. You have to resist those urges. ‘Cause if you orgasm, all your new strength will disappear. You’ll be like you are now. Believe me. I’ve been there.”
Anna went on....“Or, you can just be you without it. You have the skills. You’d still be the same indomitable samurai you already are... Hey, Samurai;... I like it. Golden Girl and Samurai take down another sexual predator. Story at 11.”
Sharon laughed. “I like it, too!” I’ll be Samurai!”
Chapter 12
Sharon decided to take the testostrogen. However, her bodily changes were not as great as it had been for Anna. The serum only made her about 5x as strong, but still 3 inches taller, for a total of 5‘11“. Still, she was faster and her reflexes sharper. And, Sharon was delighted when her nifty B cup breasts grew into primo D’s: (o )( o) Woohoo!
Sharon decided to go with what she called a ‘ninja black’ outfit, only sexy. Her pants were short spandex shorts. Her waist band was cut low in front, six inches below her navel, and shrunk to straps above her hips. She went with a short, black bustier. Anna tried to explain that spaghetti straps would better keep her boobs in place when fighting perverts. But, Sharon resisted.
Sharon adopted Golden Girl style gloves and boots, again black. For effect, she wore a blood red headband with the Japanese symbol for “strength” displayed in black on it.
Sharon caught on fast and traded in her sexy civilian outfits for glasses and a more conservative style dress for her regular civilian look.
***
Golden Girl gave Jenna Castlebury the scoop. The Gazette began covering the exploits of the two heroines. Jenna Castlebury’s stories were gathering national attention.
Golden Girl and Lady Samurai Capture Rapist
Golden Girl and Lady Samurai Thwart Rape
Golden Girl and Lady Samurai Nab Molester
“What’s this!? How did I become Lady Samurai? I’m no lady, dammit." complained Sharon. (After her photos appeared, she was known on the street as ’Ninja Chick’.)
“The Gazette has this thing about super heroine names” answered Anna. “I think they must focus group names. Maybe they get more ‘dick’ clicks with ’Lady Samurai’.”
“Great." said Sharon sarcastically.
Golden Girl and Lady Samurai worked well together. Anna instructed Sharon on the ins and outs of vigilante-ism. Always carry a burner phone and zip tie cuffs. Wear the infrared contacts for night work, etc. In addition, Lady Samurai carried throwing stars and nunchucks.
***
One late night as the team drove through a nicer part of town, they drove past a woman walking to her car. A male pedestrian quickly tried to snatch her purse. But the woman didn’t let go. The woman was about 30, 5‘ 8“, and possessed a good figure as her tight black cocktail dress would attest.
Golden Girl and Lady Samurai quickly parked around a dark corner and headed back. The woman managed to give an elbow to the guy’s jaw, stunning him. However, another guy had appeared and punched the lady in the stomach. She fell to her knees. A spaghetti strap of her dress fell down to her elbow. One full, creamy breast flashed under the street light: (o )/ ). The second guy had to yank hard to get her purse away from her. He gathered his friend and they started to run...
Straight into Lady Samurai. She quickly clothes-lined both men’s throats simultaneously. The two dropped to their knees clutching their necks with both hands.
Golden Girl was a step behind. “Great work, Sam." Golden Girl said, and gathered up the purse and returned it to the woman as Lady Samurai cuffed the perps.
“Thank you so much Golden Girl.” Turning to Lady Samurai...”And to you Lady,... ah, Ninja?”
“Samurai. I’m Lady Samurai. Nice try.”
“Thank you, Lady Samurai.” she blurted. “I’m Nelda Bookbinder. I work for the CCPD as their I.T. specialist.”
Golden Girl and Lady Samurai looked at each other. After all, they were wanted.
“Don’t worry,” Nelda assured. “I wouldn’t take you in...even if I could. You two are such a god-send to this town, you know, ‘Carnivore City’. If there is ever anything I can do for either of you, all you have to do is ask.” Nelda handed Golden Girl her CCPD business card.
***
The next day, Anna and Sharon were reading the morning paper while eating bagels as Victor made coffee.
“By the way, I’ve discovered that The Marquis’ real name is William Perkins Fowler. He is the heir to the Perkins family fortune.” Victor said flatly, “The same Perkins that the college is named for. And he is a Regent of it... Oh, he owns that flower shop, among other holdings.”
Oh dear. Anna realized that meant Victor’s job was now also on the line.
Chapter 13
Anna and Sharon had no clear strategy to take down Fowler. But, there were plenty of predators still to be apprehended. Their work seemed never-ending.
Sharon learned how right Anna was. She was perpetually horny. Bite-your-knuckle-to-focus horny. It was nothing she couldn’t willfully control, but sex was always in the back of her mind. And very often at its forefront.
That fact was driven home to her one evening when she took a night off to go see the band, ‘Yellow Peril’ at the Perkins Sports Arena with a cute guy she met at Perkins’ Perk Coffee Shop. The band consisted of 5 hard rock Asian dudes. Watching them move on stage made Sharon’s pussy wet.
The concert atmosphere was electric. Weed and alcohol were being passed around. About an hour into the concert, Sharon drank a second shot of Jack Daniel’s offered by her date. That sent Sharon’s libido into overdrive.
Sharon turned to look at her date’s full inviting lips. She relaxed her face muscles into a girl’s ‘kiss me now’ look. So he did. Pulling her head to his with his hands, their lips met. Sharon plunged her eager tongue into his hot mouth.
Sharon’s date knew she wanted him physically inside her. He slipped both hands under her loose top and started kneading her big, firm tits over her bra.
Sharon moaned in delight. Then she slid one hand down to his crotch and cupped his hard bulge.
“Let’s go” he said and taking Sharon’s wrist, led her out of the loud arena.
Jake (her date) and Sharon drove all the way to his rented house in the suburbs, each with a hand rubbing the other between the legs.
At his house, Jake pulled Sharon past three boys watching ESPN. They gave Jake a thumbs-up as he pulled Sharon along. “Roommates.” explained Jake.
In Jake’s room they stood back and watching each other strip. Sharon couldn’t believe her good fortune. Jake was a competitive swimmer for Perkins College. He was 6‘ 2“, blond hair and buff. When both were naked, Sharon stepped toward Jake, dropped to her knees and began kissing and mouthing his blessed hard cock while cupping his tender ball sack.
After a couple of minutes, Jake pulled her up and put her on her back on the bed.
Laying half on her, he sucked one hard nipple and pinched the other. A couple of minutes and he started licking his way down. Licking her stomach. Licking her abdomen. Sharon was liking this. Licking her smooth pussy mound. Just when she hoped for the jackpot, Jake start licking her upper thighs. Sharon moaned for him.
Jake moved between her legs. Sharon spread for him. He fingered her clit. “OOOH” she let out. His finger drifted off her clit, down to her cock-hole. Jake’s finger slipped easily in as Sharon cooed in pleasure. Then he began gently sucking and licking her lusting clit.
“AAAAAAAAAAGGAAAAAAHH!" Sharon’s orgasm could be heard over ESPN. The three boys high-fived each other.
Jake eased his body up and onto his knees. He slipped the head of his cock easily slid into Sharon’s primed pussy. Jake pinned Sharon’s knees to the mattress with his hands and leaned over her. In a series of hard plunging thrusts, Jake rammed Sharon’s open pussy. She squealed with each thrust until her pussy burst into another atomic orgasm. “AH! AAH! AAAH!
GAAAAAAAAHHHDD!" Sharon lay on the bed, her juicy pussy pulsating in profound ecstasy.
Jake moaned in pleasure as his hard, excited dick creamed Sharon’s satisfied pussy.
***
One of the three boys opened the door. “Jake, your mom called. She says it’s important.”
Jake got up, put on his underwear and said as he left, “Dennis will take care of you.”
Sharon laid in naked afterglow and propped herself up with one arm. Dennis began undressing.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Jake asked me to take care of you.”
When he had nothing on but his socks. He turned to Sharon. She gasped. He had a large, hard throbbing cock. He walked over and spread her smooth legs with his hands and then got on the bed between them. He slipped an arm under her stomach and pulled her onto her hands and knees.
Sharon’s already dripping hot pussy juiced itself in anticipation.
The boy aimed his fat cock with his hand and drove his cock’s head home, cleaving Sharon’s wet cunt like a hot knife through cottage cheese.
Now lubed, the boy pulled out, aimed his slippery cock head at Sharon’s ass and drove straight into her virgin orifice.
“GGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGAAAAAAHHH!!!” Sharon bellowed. “No! Stop! Not there!”
The boy grabbed her hips with his strong hands and pulled them to him.
“Please don’t. Please don’t.” Sharon pleaded as his hard cock slowly invaded her ass, inch by seductive inch.
The searing pain caused by his manly tool melted into the background and was overlayed by an indescribable ecstasy emanating from her soaked pussy. A sort of “pain-tasy.”
“Oh my gawd. Oh my gawd! OH MY GAWD!” Sharon let loose her fear of the unknown and let his cock have its way with her exploited ass. ))==*\\
The boy had achieved an astonishing penetration of Sharon’s corrupted ass. In one powerful motion, he held Sharon’s body tight, then pulled her over on him. Sharon laid on him on her back. He reached around and roughly began kneading her firm, plump breasts. She closed her eyes as his cock continued its intimate assault on her beautiful ass.
Sharon could feel her pussy wetting itself even more as its pleasure started to focus. Her pussy was sooo hot. Sharon’s whole being began to wilt and flow between her spread legs. Her moans grew louder. Then one hand left her swollen tit and came down softly on her gaping, hot pussy...
“AAAAAAAAAHAAAAAHAHHAAAGGG!!!” Sharon’s orgasm rocked her to her toes. The hot rod in her ass continued its plunder.
Sharon felt the bed lower. She opened eyes and saw another of the three boys kneeling naked between her legs. His cock in hand he smiled at Sharon and leaned over her as his stiff cock entered her delirious pussy, forcing it into glorious submission.
Sharon’s ass and pussy were stuffed with man meat that plunged into her very core. All Sharon could think about was how these two cocks were driving her into a state of willingness. A willingness to be used and degraded for their sexual pleasure.
The boy whose cock was drilling her sloppy pussy placed a finger on Sharon’s swollen clit...
“AAAAAGGAAAAAAAAHHHH!! OOOOOOHH!! GAAAAAAAAHHHDD!!” Sharon’s whole body spasmed in orgasmic overload.
The boys kept their hard cocks buried deep into Sharon’s holes. Sharon held her legs spread with her hands. Her breath gasping. She couldn’t believe her pussy was, once again, beginning its buildup to another mind-bending climax.
A hand turned Sharon’s head to one side. There, beside the bed, stood the third boy stroking his hard cock. He pushed its tip to her lips. Instinctively obedient, she opened her mouth. The boy plunged his cock down Sharon’s throat. She choked on the boy’s swollen member: ))=O ).
The three boys drove their cocks in random motion into Sharon’s naked body. The boy in her ass squeezed her breasts to a point. The other two boys then each flicked and pinched and pulled a dark, hardened nipple.
Sharon’s pussy squirt even more sex juice. She was becoming incapable of rational thought. All she knew was that her desperately eager pussy was driving her to please these marvelous cocks by any and all means.
“MMMMNNNNNAAAAGAAA!!” Another orgasm exploded between Sharon’s quivering legs.
The cock in her mouth began to unload its spunk in Sharon’s mouth. One squirt, then he pulled out and unloaded the rest on her face. Sharon licked her lips.
Soon after, the cock plowing her reeling pussy shot its egg-seeking seed deep inside Sharon’s juicy cunt.
As if on cue, the cock in her ass blew out it’s cum.
The three boys dismounted the bed and stood around it looking down at Sharon’s naked degradation. She propped herself up by her elbows: //(o )( o)\\. Spunk dripped from her face onto her big, taut tits. Sperm dripped from her cunt and her ass. One boy raised his cell phone, “smile” he said, and a flash split the room.
The boys walked out of the room. There, standing in the doorway was Jake, his hard cock resting in his hand. He had be watching. His lust for Sharon’s obedient mouth growing. He walked over to the bed and grabbed Sharon by her tussled hair...
“You’re such a whore!” He said and pulled her off the bed and on to her hands and knees. He pulled her head up so that she was on her knees facing his eager cock.
“Kiss it! Kiss it like the whore you are!” He demanded.
Obediently, Sharon leaned forward and kissed the tip of his hard, pink cock.
“Lick it, whore. lick it!
Sharon obeyed. She licked its length again and again. Why do I want to please this jerk?
Jake then stuffed his cock meat down Sharon’s throat. “MNNNNAAAAAAAHH”
“I know you whores like this.” Jake said. He gripped Sharon by her ears to keep her head still as he began to thrust his cock deep down her throat. Her eyes opened wide. He ground his cock inside her mouth like a pestle into a mortar. Sharon tried to pull away, but she was powerless.
Jake shot a creamy load in her mouth: ))==D~~0). Then he pulled out and deposited the rest of his spunk to her face as she swallowed. Cum dripped from her nose and chin.
“We’re done here, whore.” Jake said. “Grab your shit and let’s go.”
Jake handed over her skirt, blouse, and purse. “Where’s my underwear?” Sharon asked.
“Forget about ‘em.” He took her by the elbow in a strong grip. “Let’s go!”
Jake led the naked Sharon down the hall. They passed the great room where the TV played. Sharon hadn’t noticed before, but on the walls were stapled dozens of bras and panties combos. Sharon quickly found hers. They were the only lime green set in a sea of black, white, red, and pink girl’s intimates. Each set was punctuated with a nude photo of their previous owner. Their trophy room! she reasoned.
Jake took her to the front door and opened it. Then, with a slap on her bare buttocks cheek, he pushed Sharon, still naked, out under the bright glow of the porch light.
“Be careful going home” Jake mumbled and shut the door. Sharon heard the deadbolt engage. A car passed by slowly.
Sharon quickly put on her blouse and skirt. And taking her cell from her purse, called Anna.
***
When Anna arrived, Sharon was waiting at the curb. She got in. Her hair looked like she had just woken up and her face showed dried spunk.
“Looks like you did all right tonight,” observed Anna, with a wide grin.
Sharon looked straight ahead. “I was gang banged and ass fucked” she said flatly.
“Sharon! You poor dear. I’m so sorry... Let’s slash their tires.”
“No. It’s okay...
“What? What do you mean?” asked Anna.
“I was already naked when the others came in.”
“Oh.” Anna understood.
Every girl genetically knows that if a guy should discover her naked and alone, he has a “free pass” to use her body for his own pleasure. She can plead and she can protest, but he is free to ignore it. Girls most often just let the guy spread her legs, resigned to letting the unwanted cock plow their pussies and seed their wombs.
Sharon turned to look at Anna’s concerned face. Then slowly, Sharon’s mouth turned into a big grin. “Oh, Anna! It was so awesome! I had several orgasms. I’m such a slut. Maybe, instead of Lady Samurai, I should be the invincibly horny, Slut Girl.”
Anna smiled, “We’re girls, Sharon. We’re born to be sluts. We just have to learn to be careful and be sure we’re sluts to the good guys, especially on the serum. Otherwise, there are plenty of bad dudes around who’d turn us into cunts and whores...Don’t worry about it. Besides, you enjoyed it, right? That’s the main thing.”
“Yeah, I did,” said Sharon, still grinning.
Chapter 14
Jenna was allowed even more access to Golden Girl’s and Lady Samurai’s activities. Jenna’s stories grew more personal. However, her stories always seemed to highlight Golden Girl’s exploits and relegated Lady Samurai as her sidekick. Sharon was not happy.
After apprehending another sex perp, Lady Samurai called out Jenna in public.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Lady Samurai railed. “You’re Goldie’s ass kisser. Why don’t you tell the truth for once? Golden Girl would be nothing without me. You know it. I know it. She knows it.”
Golden Girl came to Jenna’s defense. “Sam, she’s just doing her job...”
“Bull! She writes bullshit...and you just stand back and take all the credit. Well, you both can go FUCK each other!”
Lady Samurai stormed off into the night. A crowd of heads turned.
***
The next day the Gazette headline read:
Golden Girl and Lady Samurai Split! by Jenna Castlebury.
The story went national. One intrepid reporter even got Ringo Starr’s take on the breakup: “Has Yoko Ono been spotted in Carnival City recently?” he asked playfully.
The next week came a followup headline:
Where Is Lady Samurai? by Jenna Castlebury.
Chapter 15
Another young woman went missing. The Twittersphere was clamoring for Golden Girl to do something. Some even suggested that Golden Girl was in on the predation. She knew she had to act, ready or not.
Golden Girl decided she had to storm the mansion. She had to save that poor girl.
It was the week of Christmas. What if criminal pervs take Christmas off? Golden Girl wondered. Maybe they go home for the holidays. Maybe show the family their latest wanted posters.
Golden Girl did a little investigation and learned that only one flower truck was going out on deliveries. She calculated that the mansion was probably down to a skeleton crew for Christmas. That would be her advantage.
***
It was a cold Christmas Eve night. Golden Girl, parked in some trees up the road. Then, dressed in a warm gold thermal jumpsuit that zipped up the front, she stalked the mansion.
There were only two guards outside. She took them out with injected tranquilizers. The tranquilizers would keep them out for hours, courtesy of her father. She took one of the perv’s two-way radio.
Golden Girl dodged the outside cameras and peered into windows. She saw Red Leader and Blue Leader. They were having a hot drink in the kitchen. Golden Girl scanned the room, surveying it. Then she approached the kitchen door.
With a powerful kick Golden Girl sent the door off of its hinges and right into the head of Blue Leader. He dropped to the floor. Red Leader reached for his side arm. But Golden Girl knew what she was going to do. In an instant, she grabbed the round kitchen table by the door and threw it like a Frisbee at Red Leader. It knocked him head first into the six burner Viking stove. She handcuffed each unconscious man through the handles of the large, built-in refrigerator. She tranquilized them as well.
Golden Girl heard Fowler from the next room yell into a radio. Her radio sprang to life: “House under attack! Repeat. House under attack.”
Golden Girl moved swiftly into the dining hall. She heard hurried steps in the next room. She dashed forward. Just as she entered the room, she saw Fowler run down a passage way.
With her serum-increased speed, she knew he had no chance of escaping. She allowed herself a smug smile then lit out after him.
BAM! Golden Girl hit something solid. She fell back on her butt onto the floor confused. What the hell?
Golden Girl looked at what hit her. She saw that she had run into a large mirror held in place by a brick wall she didn’t remember seeing at the Ball. The mirror was now cracked and broken.
Fowler had set this trap. What looked like a hallway was only a reflection of the actual hallway. Golden Girl got a sudden sensation. A physical reaction. She knew danger was close by.
Golden Girl quickly got up, she looked in the cracked mirror. Fowler’s image was smiling...
ZAP! Golden Girl felt the sting and zing of the taser in her back. She dropped to one knee, shaking. She paused; then summoning her full strength, she stood up once again. She turned to face Fowler....
ZAP! He unloaded a second taser. Golden Girl watched the barbs of the taser coming at her, but couldn’t react fast enough because the first taser had dulled her reflexes. She was hit in the stomach. She fell to her knees and then onto the stone cold floor. A chloroform rag smothered her face. Then darkness.
Chapter 16
Golden Girl woke up on the floor in one of the basement’s sex rooms. She was completely naked. Her wrists were tied and secured above her head. Her knees had been drawn outward and secured that way. Her pussy was wide open: \ \( 0 )/ /. Then to her dismay, Fowler had attached another “tasp” on her sensitive clitoris. The Golden Girl felt her precious clitoris swell in stimulation.
Fowler stood over her, smiling. “My dear Anna, I’m afraid you should have heeded my advice.”
“You mean ‘threats’.”
“You say ‘tomato’, I say ‘tomahto’. The point is, I have a buyer for you. So, I had to draw you out. I thought this girl might force you to act. So, I set my little trap. And you obliged me by falling into it.
“I kept some men hidden so you would be confident in taking action. And, it turns out I beat you myself.” Fowler chuckled like a James Bond villain. “They’ll be along shortly.”
Fowler grinned as he spoke into his two-way radio. “Olly, olly oxen.”
“So, you think you’re some kind of evil genius?” responded Golden Girl, writhing her hips.
“Genius? No. It doesn’t take a genius to outwit the police...or you. But, I’m not a monster. I find homes for wayward girls.” He gave another sly grin as Golden Girl moaned at her tasp.
“I see you noticed you have another tasp.” Fowler chuckled. “Your buyer collects strong women to turn into his whores. You’ll be surprised who he’s pimping out. You know a couple. He’s going to pimp you out, too. Your new master is looking forward to bending the strongest girl in history to his perverted will. Namely, forcing you to voluntarily spread your legs for his depraved clientele.”
“Never happen,” insisted Golden Girl.
“That’s the spirit, Anna!... I told him you would be his toughest challenge. He’s on his way to take possession. He’s very eager.”
Golden Girl struggled more against her restraints.
“Before he comes, pardon the expression, but I’m going to cum first Anna, right in your pretty cock pocket. I deserve it. Wouldn’t you say?”
Golden Girl struggled harder. “AAAAAAAHHHHGGGAA!” she let out a yell of frustration.
“Come, come, Anna. I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Fowler unbuckled his pants and let them drop around his ankles. His erection was a disappointment. Rounding up, five inches.
Looking at his dick, “Ha! Figures.” Golden Girl said with disdain. “You’re such a huge dick yourself, there wasn’t enough left for the real thing.”
“My dear Anna, I’m fucking you for my amusement,... and your utter humiliation.”
He then got on his knees between Golden Girl’s naked, spread, creamy thighs. He lightly drew his fingers along the inside one of her thighs. She squirmed in shame. Not because she was upset at being defeated and used like a common whore. But because, even now, Golden Girl was still so fucking horny, a part of her liked the idea of his pea-shooter of a dick drilling her wet pussy. And that shame angered her.
“But first!" Announced Fowler, with that, he began tapping on Golden Girl’s tasp. She immediately felt her clit explode into an shattering orgasm, sapping her freakish strength.
“OOOOH MOTHER IN HEAVEN....GGAAAAHHHDD!" Golden Girls’s nipples went into erection mode, as if to say, Twist me! Pull me! Suck me! Bite me!
“I dare say, you may make a liar out of me. You may be tamed before your buyer even gets here."
With that, Fowler pulled a dildo from the inside of his sport coat. He held it up and pressed a button. Golden Girl heard the dildo start humming. A VIBRATOR! OH GAWD NO!
Fowler slowly inserted the dildo into Golden Girl’s gaping, pussy. She shook her head violently from side to side. “No, no, NO! AAAHHHHHH!" Golden Girl orgasmed in convulsions within 30 seconds. He removed the vibrator.
“My, my Anna. For a goody-two-shoes, you are one crazy, nympho cunt.”
Fowler positioned himself to insert his throbbing little dick into Golden Girl’s waiting pussy. With one hand he aimed his cock at her sex. He set the tip of his hard-on at the mouth of her juicy pussy. Golden Girl squirmed and yelled her final protest, “NO!” Then meekly, as tears of defeat rolled down, “nooo.”
“Don’t cry Anna,” he mocked... “I want to give you something to remember me by...namely a mortifying fuck. By the way, I hope you dislike being slapped around.”
Fowler started slapping Golden Girl’s big tits with both hands. He followed that with two hard, stinging slaps across her face. Then he took her hard nipples between his fingers and squeezed. Golden Girl moaned loudly. Then without warning, Fowler thrust his meager, hard dick into her waiting pussy. Golden Girl gasped, staring up at his triumphant grinning eyes: (o)(o)
Fowler paused to let Golden Girl’s humiliation sink in: She was nude, her pussy wide open and stuff-fucked by a criminal mastermind. His hard dick was balls deep in her tight, but juicy pussy.
))=O//.
Fowler started slamming his dick again and again into Golden Girl’s helpless pussy.
Golden Girl arched her back as her pussy exploded in a huge orgasmic clitquake.
“OoooOOOOHHH GAAAAWWWWDDD! AAAAAAAGGGGAAAHH!” Golden Girl arched her back, breathing hard. Her pussy throbbed in afterglow around his embedded manly pleasure giver. I can’t believe this! The little snake keeps making me cum! She whined to herself.
”Your pussy really, really likes my dick, Anna.”
”My brain hates you!” Golden Girl gasped.
”You have no need for brains... Tits, pussy, and ass. That‘s all you need to please your new master.”
Fowler gave one more thrust. Knowing he was about to cum, he pulled out of Golden Girl’s drenched pussy and moved along the side of her head. He tapped his dick on her pouty lips. Golden Girl obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. A couple of hand strokes and Fowler sprayed his jizz into Golden Girl’s open mouth. ))==D~~O
Fowler heard footsteps coming up behind him. ”About time. I want you to see Golden Girl suck my dick. He insert his meager member into Anna’s open mouth. She closed her lips around it and began softly sucking.
“Suck this, dickwad.”
Fowler, alarmed, turned. He had every right to be alarmed because Lady Samurai slammed a flying side kick to the side of his head. He was out before he hit the floor.
Golden Girl swallowed. “What the hell took you?” she asked, licking her lips.
Lady Samurai shrugged, “Traffic,” she quipped as she pulled a syringe from her belt pouch and stuck it in Fowler’s neck.
Chapter 17
The next morning, Anna and Sharon sat at Victor’s table having coffee, bananas and bagels. They both were clad in their panties: ( v ). Anna had on another Perkins College t-shirt. Her hard nipples pushed outward noticeably. Fowler’s clit clamp still gripped her delicate clitoris.
Sharon borrowed Anna’s pink satin robe. She didn’t bother to tie it. It just happened to fall so as to cover only one hard, pointed nipple. (o )/ )
Victor walked in from outside. He looked at the girls and shook his head. He threw down the morning Gazette and walked to the coffee-maker.
The headline read:
Golden Girl and Lady Samurai Smash Sex Trafficking Ring
by Jenna Castlebury
“Woohoo!” exclaimed Anna. “We’re back like Butch and Sundance!”
Who? Sharon wondered, but put her hand up to Anna’s, exposing both nipples, and let her slap a high-five. Anna felt the concussion in her gripped clitoris and moaned.
After pouring a cup, Victor said, “It was a smart idea to fake your break-up. Otherwise, knowing Fowler, I’m sure he would have been ready for both of you.”
Anna held up her hand and Sharon high-fived it again. “Everybody needs a little help sometimes. And, when Fowler comes out of his coma he and his gang won’t remember a thing for the last six months, thanks to your amnesia drug, Dad.”
”Glad I could help. I‘ve been developing it ever since you became a super heroine,” said Victor.
”Good thinking, Dad. Thanks.”
“Yes,” said Sharon. “And it was lucky we met Officer Bookbinder. And that she agreed to confiscate and delete the data files and videos from the Cloud of your brief encounter with his gang before they became evidence.”
Anna nodded, not wanting to think about being repeatedly pussy-raped by a bunch of horse-donged savages, even though they made her cum repeatedly like a drug-addicted cock whore. Anna instinctively crossed her legs at the thought. She suppressed another moan.
Partly to change the subject, Anna gushed to her dad, “Dad, Sharon’s help was HUGE! ...Crucial.” Turning to Sharon, “Thank you Sharon. Thank you sooo much.” Anna’s eyes began to tear up.
“Sorry it took so long to take out his hidden team," Sharon lamented. “It would have taken even longer but for the infrared contacts. The bastards couldn’t hide behind bushes.”
“The bottom line is: You were there when I needed you," smiled Anna as a tear fell into her coffee.
Sharon started to cry, too. With a sniffle she confessed, “I’ll always be there for you, Anna. I would do anything for Golden Girl,”
Victor got up and walked to the bagel basket and rooted around, searching. He found this favorite, chocolate chip, and turned back for the table. What he saw concerned him. Sharon was poking the hole of her bagel with her tongue. She pushed it through. Satisfied, she looked Victor up and down. Her eyes settling on his crotch. Then she moistened her lips with her tongue and smiled. Victor flinched in surprise, spilling his coffee.
Wiping his shirt with his hand, he looked over at Anna. She was busy sliding her peeled banana in and out of her sensuous mouth.
Victor winced. Damn Kryptonite Effect.
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Epilogue:
Anna drove across town and knocked on Brian’s door. Brian was home and happy to see her.
“Anna! What a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?”
“I got back with my boyfriend, briefly.”
Anna opened her butt length coat. She was naked. Her glorious breasts and knotted nipples stuck straight out at Brian.
Brian stared at her magnificent body.
“He did it again, Brian. He put another clamp on me. I need you to remove it. Please.”
At that moment, a young woman dressed in a slinky and lacy, butt length, black slip walked up beside Brian. Anna immediately recognized her. She was none other than Jenna Castlebury of the Carnival City Gazette. Anna closed her coat.
“Uh, Peggy, this is my new sub protege’, Miriam. Miriam, this is Peggy.”
‘Miriam' looked Anna up and down. “You are Peggy? The Peggy Galore?” (Only masters could use her nickname, “Tits.”) “You are an absolute legend! Are you still an active sub girl?”
Jenna was playing along. Only one person could be as uber sexy as Golden Girl: this Peggy. She had been within arm’s length of Golden Girl any number of times. Blond hair or red, there could be no mistake. She would keep Golden Girl’s secret from Brian and everyone else.
“Ah, no.” said Anna. She knows. “I’m doing other things now. I just dropped by because my boyfriend did something to me that I only trust Brian to fix.” Anna noticed a glistening liquid slowly running down Jenna’s leg. Jenna always seemed so naively wholesome, she thought.
“Come in. Come in” said Brian. “You really need to break up with that guy, Peggy.”
“I did. He’s in jail now.”
Brian led Anna to his break room. An 24“ x 20“ of their Masters’ Ball canvas photo, hung proudly on the wall.
Anna took off her coat and Jenna hung it on a wall hook next to a long-handled paddle. Anna laid down on her back on the table and put her feet in the table’s stirrups.
Brian put on his reading glasses and inspected Anna’s gaping pussy. Brian lightly moved the clamp and Anna audibly gasped.
“Oh! Brian put one of those on me. They are fabulous tamers aren’t they? It’s given my life new meaning. I’m now tamed. Brian tamed me.” said Jenna smiling.
My old tasp! That explains her leg, thought Anna.
Brian reached for his tool and while moving the clamp around for better access, Anna’s pussy juiced itself. Nor could she hold in a squeal of orgasmic delight. But, the clit clamp was gone.
“Thank you, Brian.” Anna said breathlessly as she dismounted. 'Miriam’ handed Anna her coat.
***
Arriving back at her father’s house, Anna slowly walked to the kitchen doorway and leaned a shoulder against the door frame. Victor was sitting at the table. He looked up. Sharon popped her head up from kneeling between his legs. She had drool hanging from the corner of her mouth to the tip of Victor’s dick and one of her hands between her legs.
“Dad, I need a booster,” Anna said flatly.
Victor looked at Anna and grimaced. His daughter’s face was flushed. Her coat was wide open. Her nipples were knotted, her pussy exposed and her inner thighs glistening wet. He nodded. Anna turned and walked upstairs.
Damn Kryptonite Effect, he thought. I’ve got to find a solution.
Victor looked down at Sharon who had resumed sliding her warm lips and tongue up and down his hard member: ))==0( ) I’ll think about that tomorrow.
The End
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Story Notes:
Factoid: A fictoid is a fact in fiction.
Fictoid: From his testostrogen formula, the brilliant Dr. Andreev isolated the aphrodisiac part of the serum and sold it to a Chinese company for $2.9 billion. He further isolated the “male enhancement” part and licensed it. And yes, he isolated the breast enhancement part and licensed it. Now, richer than most third world countries, he and his partner, Anna, have been invited to join the Trilateral Commission.
Fictoid: William “Marquis” Fowler had to sell his mansion to pay for numerous top notch, high priced attorneys. Victor and Anna bought it and made it into their home/headquarters.
Fictoid: Shortly after Sharon Shiroma moved to Carnival City, she applied to, and was accepted by its Police Department. Her training only lasted a few weeks. After Dr. Andreev sold his aphrodisiac potion he offered Lady Samurai $250K per year, plus expenses, to be Golden Girl’s crime-fighting partner. Sharon happily accepted. She then used her money to open a sushi bar: ‘So Sushi.’
Fictoid: Carnival City’s citizens now look upon Golden Girl and Lady Samurai (AKA, Ninja Chick) as heroines and a natural resource. The CCPD still disavow them; and publicly threatens to arrest them. However, the CCPD functionally lets them do their heroic thing.
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