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#Revenge (pt. I)
By Sigma
Prologue
Heather McDonald, 22 years old, shoved her hands in pockets of her hoodie and swallowed a lump in her throat while she walked down a city street. Just ahead, a group of three young men standing on a street corner saw her approaching and moved into her path.
She stopped and looked at the three of them, her heart racing in her chest.
“Why the fuck do you always look so nervous when we do this?” One of the men asked. “You could stand to smile every now and then.”
“I...let's just do this,” she said to him while fishing twenty dollars out of her pocket and handing it to one of the three. Once she did, the third guy took out a small plastic bag and handed it to her. Heather opened the small bag of weed and smelled it before quickly putting it in her pocket and turning to walk away.
“Stop! All of you!” a woman's voice suddenly commanded.
The four of them froze and looked in the direction it came from. They muttered curses of surprise when they saw the Queen of Justice herself, Ms. Americana, standing tall with her Star Spangled bikini barely containing her massive tits and her hands on her shapely hips. Her luscious, full lips formed into a smile when she realized she had them, and the spikes of her stilettos clicked against the concrete as she walked toward them.
“Fuck! Run!” one of the men yelled. The group then scattered, with Heather running in the direction she originally came from.
“Hey!” she yelled at one of the men when they easily ran past her. She struggled to catch up, but her nearly 180-pound frame, the result of years of weed-induced munchies, made it impossible, even when she heard a rapid clicking of stiletto heels closing fast. When she turned, the busty Amazonian heroine was almost in arms reach. “How the hell does she run in those things?!” Heather said to herself before crying out when a hand grabbed her hoodie and pulled her back.
She tripped and fell to the ground, and struggled when Ms. Americana sat on her chest and pinned her arms to her sides. The smug look never once left her face as she went through Heather's pockets and pulled out her baggy.
“We aren't out west. This is illegal here, young lady,” the heroine chided. “You are in very serious trouble!”
“Oh come on, it's just a little weed! Don't you have real crime to stop?”
“No crime is too big or small,” Ms. Americana answered, squeezing Heather with her muscular thighs when she felt the young woman trying to fight her. Ms. Americana then took out a smartphone and aimed the camera at Heather. “You're going to learn that today, and so is everyone who visits my website.”
Heather's eyes went wide with terror when the flash went off, and then she heard the sounds of police sirens approaching.
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“You bitch! I swear I'm gonna kick your ass if it's the last thing I do!” Heather screamed at the top of her lungs as two Delta City police officers forced her into the back seat of a squad car.
Ms. Americana held up her phone so the camera caught the whole thing. “Smile for the camera, pothead!” She taunted before uploading the picture with the caption:
“Not even no-good potheads are safe from the Queen of Justice!” #drugsarebad #arrested #seeyouinayear #cleaningupdelta
“You're gonna regret ever meeting me!” Heather swore just as the door slammed shut.
I – A Year and a Day Later
“McDonald! Let's go!”
Heather looked up as the door to her cell opened, and got up when the guard entered. She was slimmer now, around 120 pounds, with lean muscle definition in her arms and abs showing through a flat stomach exposed by a cut-off shirt. Baggy prison pants hid muscular legs, but the guard could just make out the curves a supple ass when Heather walked past him.
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The common area in the General Population wing of Delta City Women's Prison was teeming with activity, much of which had stopped when the guards escorted Heather through. The women in the prison gave Heather a wide berth and, when her eyes locked with those of a tall, thin brunette who stood in the distance, they exchanged nods before Heather left the wing for good.
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Outside the gates of the prison, Heather stood in the same clothes she wore when she first walked through the gates all those months before, only they hung off of her newly athletic body. Her wallet had thirty-two dollars in it and her cell phone had long since died. She shoved both in her pocket when a large, black sedan pulled up and stopped. The driver, a mountain of a man with a bald head, got out and opened a door for Heather.
“Ms. McDonald?”
“That's me!” she grinned and hopped in.
Once inside, the driver handed her a charger for her phone.
“So you're Gigi's bodyguard or something?” Heather asked before taking the charger and plugging it in.
“Yes ma'am.”
“Then why's she inside?”
The bodyguard didn't answer.
“It's a joke. Relax.” Heather said before looking at her phone, which had hundreds of missed texts and dozens of unplayed voicemails. She opened her texts and looked at the topmost message, which had an attached video. The video had been sent that day at 10:13am. The phone's clock read 10:18.
“Hey there, Heather,” the woman, the thin brunette that Heather nodded to in the prison. “How's the fresh air? Anyway, congrats on getting out. We already talked about what you're doing. Bruno there is at your disposal for whatever you need. He already knows where to take you tonight. Just remember everything you learned in here and we'll both be getting our revenge on those super bitches before the week is over. I'll be in touch, okay? Love ya!” the woman said before kissing the camera and turning it off.
Heather smiled and looked up at Bruno in the driver's seat.
“It seems Gianna has taken a liking to you, ma'am.” Bruno said to her.
“No shit, big guy. Take me to the drug store before we go to tonight's appointment. I need some makeup.”
“Yes, ma'am.” Bruno confirmed. “There's something on the floor there for you, ma'am.”
Heather looked at the leather satchel and opened it up, finding a pair of shorts, a tight, spandex top, and a pair of platform boots. Everything was yellow with black highlights.
“This is perfect!” Heather exclaimed with glee.
She stood up in the spacious back seat of the car, and Bruno looked in his rear view mirror long enough to see a shapely, plump ass as the baggy pants came off and the shorts went on. They stopped just below her butt cheeks. Next, he saw her slide the shirt over her head, and her perfectly round and shapely D cups bounced with the movement of the car before she slid the spandex top on. It showed off her midriff and pushed up her tits. The old clothes then went out the window and Bruno went back to looking ahead.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Heather laughed. “Get me to the drug store, and then...I'm thinking the best pizza place in Delta. I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up when we're there.”
“Of course, ma'am.”
Heather yawned and stretched out across the back seat of the car before laying down and falling asleep within moments.
II – That Night
On the city docks, Azure Angel stood in the moonlight, hands on hips and ample tits heaving with heavy breath. Several ninjas lay on the ground, groaning in pain or all together unconscious as the Asian heroine smiled. She walked over to a nearby crate and lifted the lid.
“I knew it!” she said, throwing the lid back to reveal the pile of DVDs. There were several other identical crates neatly arranged nearby.
“Well, that's disappointing.”
Angel turned when she heard someone speak, and found a young woman in yellow and black walking toward her with a half-eaten giant cookie in her hand. Her face was covered in makeup that resembled a classic smiley face.
“Who the hell bootlegs DVDs anymore? I mean, who are these people that don't have the internet?”
“Who are you?” Angel asked her.
The woman took another big bite of her cookie and then swallowed. “My name's Heather, but you can call me Smiley.”
“Okay...”
“Do you know the name Gianna de Costa? Or maybe her dad, Don Alonso?”
Angel narrowed her eyes at the mention of the names but kept quiet.
“Oh, you do! Good. Then I don't have waste my breath explaining why I'm here,” Smiley said while taking another bite of her cookie.
“They sent you to capture me?”
“No. Gigi sent me to deliver a message. Hell, she said I could turn you over to those guys once I'm finished, for all she cares,” Smiley explained while pointing to the ninjas, who were slowly recovering and listening to the conversation.
Angel looked back at the ninjas and then faced Smiley. “Not happening. I'll put you on your ass just like I did them.”
“Ooooh, cocky!” Smiley grinned. “Well I'm gonna have to do something about that,” she finished her cookie and swallowed. “Mm. Sorry. I just got home from prison. I've been wanting one of those for a whole year. The commissary only had these shitty little coconut cookies.”
“Well, learn to like them, because you're going right back!” Azure Angel promised before launching into a run at Smiley.
Smiley waited for the punch to come and quickly slipped to the left as a fist wrapped in a blue glove barely missed her face. Azure Angel's momentum carried her forward and she let out a surprised yelp as Smiley slapped her across her ass.
“Nice try, Ninja Tits!” Smiley said with a big, white grin. “Maybe don't make the next one so obvious.”
Azure Angel's face was red with anger and embarrassment, and she took another stance.
Smiley looked back at the ninjas as they were starting to get up. She noticed a weapon next to one, a length of chain with small weights at either end. “Can I borrow this?” she asked before scooping the weapon up and twirling it at her side. She took a combat stance and eyed her opponent's busty, athletic form up and down. “Okay, come on and try again.”
Azure Angel growled and launched another attack.
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Moments later, Azure Angel lay on the cold, wet surface of the dock, her arms bound behind her with the chain. She squirmed to get up as Smiley walked over and forced her to her feet. “Aw, at least you tried, dear,” the villain laughed and caressed her captive's face. She then gave her a kiss before moving her hands up Angel's sides and grabbing the front of the corset that barely contained a pair of 35Ds.
With a single pull, Smiley ripped the corset down, exposing those magnificent Asian tits much to Azure Angel's shock and the surprise of the gathered ninjas. Smiley laughed and grabbed them both, squeezing them and twisting the nipples. The heroine struggled despite herself, but that only made Smiley torment her more.
“Aren't they great, boys?” she said to the ninjas.
“Let me go!” Angel demanded, trying to shake Smiley off.
“Stop it!” Smiley told her while kicking out the back of her legs and causing her to fall to her knees. “You lost, Ninja Tits. You know what that means: You aren't going anywhere.” she told her while taking out her phone from a pocket on her shorts. “I just need one more thing and then I'm done with you.” She held out the phone with one hand while making the heroine stand back up with the other. She started to press the button when she saw the ninjas standing there, staring at the display.
“Don't just gawk, sillies. Get over here!”
The ninjas looked at each other, shrugged, and then got behind Smiley for the picture. “Saaaaay Cum Dumpster!” She grinned big before taking the picture.
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There was the group selfie with Smiley, the ninjas, and their prisoner. There was a picture of one of the ninjas bending Angel over a crate and fucking her in the ass. There was a picture of one, pants down with Angel on her knees, throat fucking the heroine. There was a picture of one of the ninjas with the chain around the naked heroine's neck and forcing her to walk like a dog. There was a picture of Angel covered in cum and being fucked in her ass and pussy at the same time by two of the ninjas. There was even a picture where Smiley sat on Angel's face while she gave the camera a thumbs up. Finally, there was an image of the ninjas dragging the naked and cum-covered heroine away into the shadows, a look of defeat and despair in her eyes.
Smiley sat in the back of the car and thumbed through them all before uploading them to her account on PicShare, a popular social media site, with the caption.
“Fun night at the docks! Made some new friends!” #captured #fuckmeat #onedownmoretogo #tooeasy #yourenextamerabitch #brokenheroines
It wasn't long before the likes and comments started coming in.
“lol” - DragonQueen37
“Did they have the new star wars movie?” - nghtmrwitch
“Are you new? Let's hang out” - PanthrisXXX
Smiley grinned, stretched out across the seat, and kept scrolling through the comments as they came in. She yawned with exhaustion.
“You seem tired, ma'am. Ms. De Costa has arranged a residence for you.” Bruno said from the front seat. “Would you like to go there now?”
Smiley thought for a second. “Not yet. Take me to the place with the best burger in the city, first.”
III – The Next Morning
The next morning, Bruno walked through a nondescript warehouse and into a back room that was furnished with little else except a small bed, a desk with a chair and a computer, and exercise equipment. Three hamburger wrappers were bawled up in the trash can. Just ahead, Heather stood on an exercise mat, every inch of her bare skin exposed.
Lean muscles stretched and contracted as she spread her legs and bent over at the waist to touch her toes. Beads of sweat rolled down her back and across the curves of her pale skin, and she poked her butt in Bruno's direction as she rocked back on her heels. She then leaned back, stretching her flat, tone stomach as she pressed her hands to the floor and forced herself back into a handstand.
"Hey, big guy!" She said to Bruno before flipping onto her feet and walking to him with a walk that made her hips and tits swing back and forth. She took one of the two cups of coffee Bruno was carrying. She looked down at the growing erection in his pants and brushed her hand against his stiff member, smirking before she took a sip of her coffee.
Bruno swallowed a lump in his throat and backed away. "Good morning, ma'am. Good to see you've taken training over the past year seriously."
"That? No, I was a gymnast growing up. Then I broke my leg, started smoking because I couldn't do anything else, and I got fat," she told him with a shrug. "I mostly learned how to fight inside. That stuff you just saw is nothing," she explained before leaning standing on the tips of her bare toes and whispering in Bruno's ear. "I can still get my ankles behind my head, too." She said before pulling away, laughing.
Bruno looked over the lean, athletic body in front of him. A body that glistened with sweat and heaved with steady, controlled breath. "Uh…anyway, Ms. DeCosta regretfully could not make this morning's call, but she has sent forward instructions for tonight. They should be on your phone."
Heather turned to the desk and went to grab her phone, bending over and sticking her ass out as she did. Bruno took a long sip of his coffee while watching her.
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"Come on, come on…." Esha grumbled while working the lock on a safe built into a wall of a lavish office in a penthouse apartment somewhere in the city. Night had long since fallen and the city outside the massive window was alive with lights in the windows of countless buildings.
"Hah, yes!" The buxom blonde thief rejoiced as the door clicked and swung open, revealing a bounty of jewels, gems, and gold bars. Esha grabbed a bag she brought with her and went to grab the first of her plunder when a hand in a purple glove grabbed her wrist and made her scream in surprise.
"You're done, Esha," Lady Midnight told the thief, pulling her in. The two stood close enough that their massive tits touched and Esha pushed Lady Midnight away.
"You aren't taking me anywhere!" she promised.
"You don't have a choice," Lady Midnight responded while taking a fighting stance. She dodged the first punch Esha threw, as well as the two that came after and Esha grunted when the heroine responded with two quick, skilled strikes to her stomach that knocked the wind out of her. Lady Midnight then grabbed Esha's arm and threw her into the nearest wall with a thud that echoed through the apartment.
Before Esha could move, Lady Midnight pinned her against the wall and held her arms over her head at the wrist. "Don't you dare move. I'm calling the cops and putting you away for good this time. If you fight me, I'm going to have to call an ambulance instead."
"For you!" Esha responded with a knee to her opponent's crotch.
Lady Midnight moaned and crumpled over, allowing Esha to slip away but, before she could get out of the door, Lady Midnight dove after her and tackled her through the doorway and into the living room. The busty, costumed vixens were a tangle of limbs and jiggling flesh as they wrestled for superiority. Before long, Lady Midnight gained the advantage a pinned the thief to the floor.
"Fuck!" Esha cursed as she struggled to free herself, but to no avail.
Lady Midnight chuckled and applied her weight to keep Esha down. She slipped into position so that her muscular legs wrapped around Esha's neck and applied pressure that made it hard for the thief to breathe. "It's over, Esha. Give up."
"Does that mean I can tag in now?"
Both women looked toward the kitchen, where Smiley was sitting at the table, carving an apple with a knife.
Lady Midnight sat up on Esha's chest, shifted so her ass in the thief's face, and narrowed her eyes at the woman in the yellow and black paint. "You! You're the one who kidnapped Azure Angel!"
"Well, no. The ninjas did that."
"Where is she?!"
Smiley took out her phone and thumbed through the screen. "Funny you ask, because the boys just sent me these today," she explained before eating an apple slice. She then tossed the phone.
Lady Midnight caught the phone and looked at the pictures, finding picture after picture of Azure Angel at the mercy of the ninjas from the dock in what looked like their hideout. They had her suspended from chains while being fucked in every hole. They had her tied down while hot candle wax dripped on to her convulsing, thrashing, naked body. One member, an older man in ornate robes rather than traditional ninja garb, led the naked heroine around the hideout on a leash as other members of the clan watched. Next, that older man, his robes gone and his surprisingly muscled body covered in ornate tattoos, sat on the naked heroine's back. She was tied down at the wrist and ankles as the clean leader tattooed the clan's symbol on her back while the ninjas watched in silence.
Lady Midnight's face twisted into a mask of anger and disgust, a look that only worsened when she saw Smiley grinning at her. "You tell me where she is right now and I'll make sure they won't have to carry you out of here."
"So violent. Jeez." Smiley answered. "Anyway, I don't know where their hideout is. They're ninjas. They're all secret-y."
Lady Midnight stood up, keeping a boot on Esha's throat. "Well, I guess you're no use to me, then."
"That hurts my feelings," Smiley pouted. "But I gotta lotta use for you!" she said before throwing the knife in her hand and leaping out of the chair.
Lady Midnight slipped to the side as the knife sailed past her and stuck in the wall. When Smiley ran at her, she was ready; something Smiley realized all too late when she suddenly found herself flying across the room and into a wall after Lady Midnight exploited a missed flying kick.
"Ow…" Smiley groaned and sat up, only to gag when a strong, lean arm wrapped around her neck and squeezed. "Hey…leggo!" she protested as Lady Midnight pulled her up. She tried to pry the heroine off but it was a grip that wasn't going to let up. She then heard Lady Midnight grunt moments before she loosened her grip and collapsed face first onto the floor in an unmoving heap.
Smiley gripped her throat as she sucked in air and looked up at Esha, who stood next to her with a large, purple 12-inch cock in her hand.
"What in the hell is that thing made of?" Smiley asked while rubbing her neck.
"Metal," Esha told her while looking the dildo over. "Steel, I think. It weighs a ton. Probably cost a fortune, too."
"You always bring it to work with you?"
"It belongs to the lady who lives here," Esha told her. "She's got a trunk full of stuff like this."
Smiley nodded and stood up straight before bending over to try to stretch the pain out of her back.
"I'm not trying to go to jail tonight, and I imagine you aren't, either." Esha explained to her. "What do we do with her?" she asked while pointing the purple phallus at the heroine laying at their feet.
Smiley looked at Lady Midnight and then took the dildo from Esha. "Show me this trunk."
A smile crossed Esha's face as she took her new friend by the arm and led her away.
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"Hey, she's waking up!"
Those were the first words Lady Midnight heard as her eyes fluttered open. She instantly recognized Esha leaning over her and tried to reach out and grab the thief, but her arms were restrained. She felt the soft silk sheets of a bed beneath her naked flesh, and the sensation of leather bonds around her wrists and ankles keeping her held down. When she tried to protest, she realized her mouth was stuffed with a ball gag, and her own drool slipped out of her mouth as she tried to curse the thief.
Smiley walked up with her phone in one hand. "Smile for the camera, gorgeous!" she taunted Lady Midnight.
The bound heroine thrashed in her bonds and screamed a muffled scream at the sudden sensation of pain when Esha pulled on a small chain attached to nipple clamps that were secured against her rock-hard, brown nipples.
"I think she likes that, Esh."
Esha smiled and pulled again, bringing out another muffled scream from the heroine.
"Now I just wonder if the people out there do," Smiley said while turning her back to her captive and raising the phone up. Only then did Lady Midnight realize that her captors were also naked except for their face coverings.
Esha slapped the heroine across her right tit and went to a nearby table. "What do we use first?" she asked Smiley while looking at a collection of tools the included a cattle prod, a riding crop, a vibrator, anal beads, butt plugs, pleasure balls, strap ons, paddles, and, of course, the giant purple cock that put Lady Midnight in this situation to begin with.
Smiley walked over to the table and picked up the prod. Her toothy grin appeared again when she pressed the button and the tool made a crackling sound. Esha looked at the bound heroine, skipped to the bed and climbed on top of her. Their warm, fleshy tits smashed against each other as the thief crawled her way up and grabbed her prisoner by her jaw. "Oh, you are so fucked..." she whispered before kissing her on the neck.
There was a crackle of electricity, and Lady Midnight jumped and squealed in her gag as Smiley put the prod to the bottom of her left foot. "Hey, take her gag out. I want to hear her scream for this."
Esha laughed and untied the ball gag.
"You two aren't going to get away with this!" Lady Midnight promised the moment she was able to talk.
"Squeal! Don't talk!" Smiley commanded, giving her another shock.
"Ah!" Lady Midnight's reaction came; short, high pitched, and with a reflexive jolt of her body that was limited by her bonds. Esha kept her pinned down by sitting on her toned stomach and pulled tight on the nipple clamps again as Smiley shocked her a third, longer time that caused her to squirm and groan.
With every brief, loud pop of electricity, Lady Midnight thrashed in her bonds and tried to get free, but the shackles and Esha's weight ensured she wouldn't be going anywhere. She tried in vain to force the thief off of her when she began fondling her 38Ds, and her toes curled as Smiley continued shocking them.
It wasn't long before the prod began moving up her body, from muscular calf to thick, powerful thigh, and each sensation seemed more potent than the last. Lady Midnight could feel her nipples harden in their clamps and her heart race in her chest as the buxom thief and her Smiley-faced companion had their way with her. Soon, her yelps and cries were silenced when Esha leaned in and kissed her, and she instinctively tried to close her legs when she felt the light touch of someone's fingers brush against her lower lips. With another shock, she slowly began spreading them as best she could, and slender fingers began teasing the outside, drawing a mild, barely audible gasp from her mouth.
"Think we can break her before someone comes snooping around, Esh?" Smiley asked.
Esha pulled back from her long kiss, Lady Midnight's lower lip between her teeth before she sat up all the way and looked back at Smiley. "The lady who lives here is on vacation and the only other apartment on this floor is empty. We've got all the time we need."
Smiley laughed and walked to Lady Midnight's side with her phone still recording. "Get comfortable gorgeous. That big ass belongs to us tonight."
"Ugh! No!" Lady Midnight protested, and groaned when Esha slipped a finger in her and began sucking on her neck.
Smiley simply laughed and snapped a picture as the heroine threw her head back and her mouth opened in ecstasy while Esha began slowly pumping her finger in and out of her.
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The small alarm clock next to the bed had moved ahead three hours. By now, Lady Midnight's bonds had been removed, but the moon still hovered in the night sky outside the window that took up much of the wall, the lights of distant buildings still lit up the city.
Esha sat cross-legged against the wall, her blonde hair tied back with sweat matting strands to her forehead. She looked ahead at Lady Midnight, who lay on the hardwood floor in a slowly expanding pool of her own sweat and lust, the muscles of her shoulders quivering as the final remains of the last assault on her pussy dripped out. Esha smiled when she heard the heroine gasping for breath and noticed her left leg twitching, and looked up when Smiley walked back in. Esha raised a hand to accept the can of energy drink she was offered.
"Break's over!" Smiley announced, her own black hair slick with sweat that also glistened across her firm, lean body. Around her waist was a strap-on with a 7 inch, blue cock standing fully erect. She walked to the heroine and put a bare foot to Lady Midnight's ass, the brown skin now blemished with red marks that had been left by a prolonged attack with the paddle.
Esha raised her can to her lips in one hand and Smiley's phone with the other.
"Up," Smiley commanded, nudging the plump posterior with her foot. At her command, the heroine rose to her knees and sat back on her butt. Smiley then grabbed a fistful of black hair in her hand and forced Lady Midnight to her feet after grabbing the riding crop from where it had been on the table. She pulled the heroine back over to the bed and a sharp smack across her ass forced her to bend over the edge with her ass in the air.
Smiley returned to the table and picked up a butt plug attached to a squeezable pump and a roll of medical tape.
"We're not using the big boy, yet?" Esha asked, referring the purple dildo.
Smiley turned to the camera. "Have to save something for the big finale."
Esha smirked and kept recording.
Smile walked over and smacked her captive across the ass with the riding crop again. "Spread."
Lady Midnight whimpered and looked back at the woman in the face paint. She then winced and gasped when she got smacked again, harder than the last time, and Smiley raised her tone and told her to spread. Lady Midnight spread her legs apart, standing on the tips of her toes as she presented her ass the Smiley.
Smiley turned to the camera and raised the device, squeezing the pump several times and inflating the girth of the plug with each squeeze. She then laughed and deflated it back to its normal size before slowly sliding it into Lady Midnights waiting ass, causing the heroine to moan as it went in.
Esha stood up and walked around the side of the bed with the phone still recording.
"Ameri-tits sent to me prison a year ago for 20 bucks worth of weed, so we're gonna give ol' Midnight here 20 pumps," Smiley explained to the camera before giving the pump its first squeeze.
Lady Midnight groaned and gasped as the plug grew inside her asshole.
"I don't hear you counting!" Smiley barked at her.
"Ugh...TWO!" Lady Midnight cried out as the pump hissed in Smiley's hand. "THREE!" she gasped with the next squeeze. "FOUR. FUCK! FIVE! SIX!" The heroine's face contorted and her mouth opened with the blend of pleasure and pain that came from the plug continuing to expand inside of her. She drew in gasps of air as her muscles tightened and she gripped the bed sheets. Her nipples were fully erect and she closed her eyes tight. "TWELVE! THIRTEEN!" she cried out, each breath requiring greater effort. Her asshole tightened around the device as Smiley jiggled it and pushed it in a bit farther after a few more pumps. "SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN!" she continued counting.
Esha climbed on the bed and caught the heroine's pained expressions with the camera. As Lady Midnight's gasps turned into whimpers that eventually became near-primal grunts, Esha went back around to Smiley just as she smacked the heroine on the ass as she finished counting. "TWENTY!" she cried out loudest of all.
"Good girl," Smiley complimented before putting the pump and its hose on the heroine's back and tying the medical tape around them.
Lady Midnight still gasped for air, but that too turned into a moan of pleasure as Smiley began inserting the strap-on into Lady Midnight's moist, throbbing cunt. Smiley then put a hand on the heroine's shoulder for leverage and began slowly thrusting in and out while squeezing her ass cheeks around the inflated plug.
"Oh, god!" Lady Midnight cried out through clenched teeth and with clenched fists.
A powerful thrust brought out a louder scream, and soon Smiley picked up her pace after pulling on Lady Midnight's hair. The heroine's hips rocked back and forth against her and the fit, brown body shuddered beneath the power of Smiley's penetration as though it could give out at any moment.
As Smiley ravaged Lady Midnight, Esha stood to the side, camera still rolling and two fingers deep into her own cunt with rapid, wet sloshing that caused her to gasp and bite her own lip and her thumb playing with her fully erect clit. She turned the camera on her self for a quick second before getting back to the real action, just in time to watch Smiley shove Lady Midnight's head down into the stained sheets. Muffled screams escaped as Smiley picked up the intensity and the heroine reached out in vain to grab on to something while every muscle on her body seemed to shiver.
Smiley stopped and slowly backed out. She pulled the heroine's head back and the bed beneath her face was wet with tears and sweat. The strap-on around Smiley's waist dripped with Lady Midnight's juices, a shot Esha lingered on. Then, just as Lady Midnight's panting eased and the room became silent, Smiley grinned and slammed her cock home into the pussy in a powerful, almost violent thrust that pushed the heroine forward and slammed the headboard into the wall with a loud thud. Lady Midnight screamed at the action, and the subsequent powerful thrusts, screams that blocked out the bed slamming into the wall. Her pussy lips quivered and gushed around the strap on, and her muscular leg convulsed as a string of unintelligible words came out of her mouth. Smiley drew her shapely butt back and sent her cock in one last, defiant time before resting in place. She then leaned in close to Lady Midnight.
"Not talking shit now, are you?" she whispered to the heroine before laughing and pulling herself out. She gave her one last, quick poke when she thought she saw Midnight's brown eyes glare at her in defiance and then pulled out for good. A geyser of the heroine's juices spilled onto the bed and floor as Smiley pulled her back and threw her down onto the ground in a trembling, whimpering heap.
Smiley looked at Esha, who turned the camera from her, to Lady Midnight and back, and then shrugged with a huge smile on her face before turning to walk into the kitchen. "She's all yours again, Esh. Let's wrap this up, though. It's getting late."
Esha used the camera to follow Smiley out, focusing on that jiggling ass until it left the room. She then turned back to the heroine on the floor and zoomed on those magnificent, shuddering curves and dripping snatch.
Esha stepped over Lady Midnight and focused on the table, immediately reaching for the massive purple dildo that started all of this.
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"So, Gigi has a snitch who told us Lady Midnight was going to be here, and he was the one who told her you were planning on cleaning the place out," Smiley explained while sitting on the edge of the bed next to Esha and with a package of cookies.
"Jimmy the Rat?" Esha asked and Smiley nodded. "That little bastard! I'm going to knock his teeth out!"
"Wait on that. I still need him for at least a few days." Smiley said while taking a cookie from the package.
"Ah," Esha said, taking a cookie. "Well, I'm glad you're on our side."
"Oh! Speaking of which..." Smiley lifted her phone and the two criminals leaned in for a quick selfie. They then turned to get their captive in the shot and took a second one. Smiley then lowered her phone and looked at the pictures while Esha looked at Lady Midnight.
"So what do we do with her?" the thief asked.
Smiley looked over at Lady Midnight. She was mounted on top of the purple dildo, with the phallus in as far as it could go. Her arms were tied behind her back and her shapely body swayed to stay upright. Her head was slumped to the side, with drool dripping past the ball gag in her mouth. "I've got an idea," Smiley told Esha after eying the huge trunk filled with sex toys.
Smiley took her phone out and dialed a number. "Hey, big guy. Come on up," she spoke into it. "Yep," she said before ending the call. She then put the phone into a pouch on Lady Midnight's utility belt, which was now around her slender waist. "Any idea what any of this stuff does?" she asked Esha.
Esha shook her head and shrugged, eating another cookie.
Smiley took out a small pen-like object and looked it over. She pointed the tip of it at Esha and manipulated the bottom when it looked like it could be twisted. When she did twist it, it gave off a hiss and there was a thud on the floor. Smiley looked to her side and then down just as the mist dissipated. Esha lay on the floor, out like a light, her legs splayed and massive, naked tits heaving with steady breaths.
"Esh?" Smiley whispered. "Wake up, sleepy head," she said while nudging a tit with her foot. She then looked at the gas-filled pen. "Huh. So that's what that one does," she muttered before putting it back in the pouch.
The door opened and Bruno walked into the apartment and found the bedroom. He surveyed the scene and noticed both Esha and Lady Midnight.
"Hungry?" Smiley asked, presenting him with the package of cookies stolen from the kitchen.
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Some time later, Smiley sat in a sterile laboratory. Several computer terminals and expensive-looking equipment dotted the room, with a sinister looking surgical table dominating a far corner. Smiley crossed one leg over the other and looked back when the door opened.
Dragon Queen walked in, her curvy body hugged by a tight, long, green silk dress with a Chinese dragon printed on the front. Her stiletto heels clicked against the cold, metal floor and her ass swayed back and forth as she walked with a tray in her hand.
Bruno stood next to the giant trunk from the apartment, watching the villain's every move as she set the tray down on the table.
"I've been following your PicShare account," Dragon Queen commented and took the cups of tea. She gave one to Smiley and another to Bruno. "I like what I see. That, and the fact that I respect the De Costa family are the only reasons I agreed to meet with you here," she explained while taking the third tea cup. "Don't make me regret this," she said while drinking her tea.
Bruno sipped his tea in silence.
"No wasting time here," Smiley promised, drinking all of her tea in one gulp. "I came to you because I need gadgets, and the big guy tells me you're one of the best at that stuff on our side of the law."
Dragon Queen watched her and sipped. "Perhaps. But it will cost you."
"I haven't got much money, but I think I have something you'll like all the same."
Dragon Queen raised an eyebrow.
"Big guy," Smiley nodded to Bruno, who unlocked the trunk and lifted the lid.
Dragon Queen and Smiley walked over and the tall, Asian villainess peeked inside. A smile formed on her lips and she lowered her cup. "I do want to hear the story behind this."
"Just watch my account. The pics and video will be up soon," Smiley told her.
"Marvelous. So, what do you need?" Dragon Queen asked. While Smiley fished a list from one of the utility pouches, Dragon Queen looked down at a bound and gagged Lady Midnight inside the trunk with a smirk on her lips. The heroine looked back at her with terror in her eyes.
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About an hour later Dragon Queen watched Smiley and Bruno wheel out a trunk full of gadgets, giving a wave to her new criminal partners before the door closed behind them. She then turned to Lady Midnight, who was now fully awake and strapped to the surgical table in the corner.
Dragon Queen smiled behind her fresh cup of tea as her captive fought against her restraints.