[b][u][center]T-Bone’s Turmoil For Terpander By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Being caught by any of their enemies was humiliating enough for T-Bone. After all, it wasn’t like any of them were any great shakes at fighting, or that smart, or that good at what they did. Most of their villainy was accomplished through sheer luck, half the time, and when it wasn’t, it was more because he and Razor made a mistake than any other reason. The fact that it was this one… The thick feline groaned as he looked up at the ceiling, testing the metal bindings on his arms and legs again. They were still as strong as they were when he’d woken up, and he grumbled as he squeezed his hands into fists. “Ugh…Just had to be her…” There was a laugh in the back of the dark room, and he groaned. He wasn’t alone. He should have expected that. “That you, Turmoil?” “Yes, that would be me. And I am not alone, my little kitty.” Click. She snapped her fingers and the room suddenly lit up. By the time that T-Bone was done blinking away the blurry lines of light from his eyes, he was surrounded by dozens of females, each one dressed in a tight flight uniform that hid very little from the eye. He blushed as they swarmed around him, leaning forward so far that he had a perfect view of their breasts, and as he looked down to their hips and crotches, he swore that he could almost see through them, like they were so tight that he could actually see them and their – “T-Bone, why are you looking at all of them when you could be looking at me?” Despite himself, he turned his head back to their leader. He still remembered how she had invaded the city over a year ago, how he had faked loving her and destroyed her ships. He remembered how he had locked her away, and, disturbingly, he remembered how many love letters she’d sent him in the meantime. She was still as curvaceous as she had always been, slender but with a set of hips and pair of breasts to die for. She smirked at him as she leaned slightly sideways, one hand on her hips and the other under her chin, as if she was considering his fate. Her white and purple hair spilled over her neck, almost like a mane of soft locks. Yes, he was attracted to her. It was hard not to be when there was someone that pretty looming over him. “What do you want, Turmoil?” “What I always wanted. You.” “Well, that doesn’t really narrow it down, does it? I’m not going to be flying for you. We established that last time.” “Ah, but I do not need you for flying. I need you for something else.” As the villainess chuckled, she threw herself over him. He grunted as she straddled his hips, blushing slightly beneath his mask as she stroked a finger across his face. “My pilots are some of the best in the business. Omega Squadron has been defeated only once. By you.” “And that was a good day for you?” “It is always good to learn of your weak points, isn’t it?” Chuckling, she stroked a hand down his chest, running further and further south, far further than the Swat Kat was entirely comfortable with. He had known she was completely crazy for him, but this was pushing it. He gasped as she grabbed his dick through his pants, squeezing it and rubbing it through the smooth uniform he wore, teasing it until it was rock hard against his crotch. She chuckled in his ear as she leaned down, whispering and nuzzling. “I plan on making an entirely new Omega Squadron, trained from birth to be the best pilots in the world.” “Mmmph…good luck…getting anyone willing to screw the entire squadron.” “I already found one…someone that has proven themselves as a perfect pilot…one whose genes will hopefully reflect that.” [i]…Oh crap.[/i] He knew where this was going, but before he could open his mouth to protest, Turmoil kissed him. T-Bone gasped into the kiss, shaking his head, trying to pull back, but she was too strong and he was too tied up to be able to resist her desires. As she kissed him, she felt her tongue against his lips. He couldn’t fight her, so he decided to go along with it. His lips parted – “Mmmph?!” She’d shoved something into his mouth, something big enough for him to feel against his tongue. He tried to pull back, again, but she held him in place, pinching his nose shut and holding his mouth closed. She was going to suffocate him if he didn’t swallow whatever it was she’d given him. Again, he had no choice. He forced it down, grunting as he did so. “Excellent…” She chuckled as she slid off of him. T-Bone groaned, already feeling the effects of the thing she’d forced down his throat. It was sending warmth all the way through his body, making his fur stand on end and making his already-hard cock that much harder. He groaned under his breath, panting softly as he felt his dick throbbing, starting to push up against his uniform in a way that it normally never did. “Mmmph…nnngh…what…what did you…what is this…” “A simple aphrodisiac…something to keep you going…make you want everything that we have to give.” Turmoil chuckled, shrugging off her coat at his side, pulling it off her arms and letting it fall to the floor. She reached for the buttons of her purple uniform, pulling them open and letting her breasts hang out, and slowly pulling it further and further off of her body. All the other pilots of her famed Omega Squadrons were doing the same, gradually exposing their bodies, their curves, everything that they had to offer him. The drug she’d forced into him was doing its job and doing it well, leaving him gasping and panting as he felt his need for them rising. His cock throbbed harder and harder in his pants, trying to break free, and he groaned under his breath as he felt the need to fuck. His balls were churning away, swelling and throbbing inside of his clothes, and he shivered as he imagined himself sliding into one of them, feeling their bodies clenching down around his cock, their wet inner walls milking him for everything that he had. The Swat Kat groaned, shaking his head, clenching his teeth as he felt the fantasies threatening to swarm him under. He reminded himself that Turmoil was a villain, that she was evil, just looking to get something from him to further her plots. This was nothing…nothing good… He groaned. He was so hard, so hot. As the ladies came closer, the naked Turmoil reached down, pulling at his zipper and letting his cock free. The thick log of meat hopped out with all the eagerness of any straight guy surrounded by so many eager women, and the older female chuckled. “Well, well, look at that. So hard and eager for me…Look at you. Throbbing. Twitching. Desperate. And I thought that you were supposed to be a hero,” she teased. He didn’t have a chance to respond as she grabbed hold of his cock, giving it a few firm strokes and leaving him groaning. His balls churned all the harder, feeling like they were swelling up beneath her grip. His eyes closed tightly, his breath coming harder and harder. “Do you want to cum, my little kitty? Do you want to feel your cock inside of Turmoil and her squadron?” “Mmmph!” “You want it. I can feel it through your cock. You want it, you need it. You crave it.” All of those things were true, but he had to hold out. If he didn’t say it, if he didn’t admit it, maybe she would start to lose interest. The woman was completely crazy, but when he was all hopped up on this…well, it didn’t help. The other ladies were making it all the harder for him to keep his head on straight, too. They were leaning over him, bare breasts touching his arms, his shoulders, his head. One of them stood right at the edge of the lifted table, pressing her breasts down on the top of his head, while others were pressing their boobs into his hands, tempting him, teasing him with what they had to offer. It was driving him mad, and he wanted to do so much to them, but they were just out of reach. He was too restrained to be able to really go to town. He had to let them do what they want. Just had to let them do what they pleased with him. [i]No,[/i] he thought. [i]That’s what they want me to do. Let them have their way. I have to be strong. Have to hold out![/i] But it was so hard when they were teasing him like this, with their naked bodies so close, their damp pussies on display as they started rubbing themselves, teasing themselves wet and making the air smell of their need. The only thing that cut through that smell was his own musk, his own sexual scent. He shivered, feeling it mix with the feminine smells around him, growling under his breath as Turmoil’s hand kept teasing him, milking him, pushing him closer and closer to climax as the seconds went on. He started lifting his hips, fucking the space between her fingers, giving himself the pleasure that he needed. He could feel her grip loosening, but there was still enough friction to keep him getting closer and closer. Just a bit more, a bit – Just as he was about to go over the edge, Turmoil pulled her hand back. He groaned, flopping back against the table, panting. “What…what was that for? I was so…” “Do you want to fuck us yet?” He groaned, shaking his head. He wasn’t going to breed them. He wasn’t going to give them what they wanted. Turmoil shook her head, gesturing to two of the others. They moved forward, stretching over either side of the table before lowering their heads to either side of his penis. They looked up at him with smirking smiles, and then turned back to his cock. Their tongues moved together, flicking over the head of his shaft, teasing it, nudging it from one of their mouths to the other. He moaned under his breath, then louder as they started working up and down his cock, one of them licking the very tip while the other was teasingly sucking his balls into her mouth. [i]God…god damn…[/i] He shivered as he felt them working him up, teasing his cock and balls to within an inch of their stamina, then pulling back. Every time they edged him, he felt his need rising. Every time that they fucked his cock right to the very brink of what he could take, he felt some of his resistance falling away. The burning libido was rushing through his brain, making it hard to think, making it tricky to pull himself together. He wanted to hold out, but…but… Was there a good reason? T-Bone swore that there was, that he needed to hold back from giving them what they wanted for some good reason or other, but it was impossible to remember why. They were…they were sexy ladies… [i]Bad guys…[/i] No, bad girls…and didn’t… “Doesn’t every hero want a bad girl?” Turmoil whispered from his side. He groaned, shivering, twitching as his cock was left to flop back onto his belly for the third time, his need so high and mighty that he was having a hard time remembering his own name. The cat thrust his hips into the air, trying to make his dick drag on something, anything. His own fur, if he had to. But no. Turmoil pinned him down again, this time with her dripping pussy just a few inches above his cock. She smiled at him, and he groaned as he realized that the boobs he’d been groping had been replaced by dripping pussies at his fingers. “You will breed. It is only a matter of time. You want it…” Her pussy pressed right against the top of his cock, leaving him gasping at the pleasure that she teased him with. T-Bone groaned, biting his lips to try and make himself think clearly, trying to cut the pleasure with pain. But it was too late. She slammed down on him, and there was nothing to distract him from [i]that[/i] feeling. The Swat Kat’s eyes went wide, his body shaking as he felt it trembling, shivering, shaking, on the verge of breaking from the sheer pleasure that came from the woman’s tight sex around his cock. He could feel his orgasm there, waiting, begging for the chance to go over the edge. She looked down at him, grinning…grinning in a slightly…slightly off way, her eyes almost looking glazed. “Do you want to cum, kitty cat?” He groaned under his breath, trying to say no. He knew that was what he needed to do, to defy her, to not give in to what she was offering him. It was the hero way, the right thing to do. But they’d been teasing him for so long, and the smell of them was driving him up the wall. The drug in his system had his cock harder than it had ever been, and his balls had been churning and throbbing for so long that he swore that they were going to explode if they didn’t get the chance to release soon. T-Bone shivered, trying to shake his head, but it refused to obey. Instead, he nodded. Only once, but it was enough. Turmoil chuckled, shaking her head over him. “I win.” She lifted herself up, the soft schlick sound of her pussy driving him mad. He panted, moaning under his breath as he fought the bondage straps around him, trying to grab at her, but once more they held him down. One of the females slid onto the table, covering his face with her sex. His body knew what to do, sticking out his tongue to give her pleasure, but all of his attention was on the slow, gliding stroke of Turmoil’s pussy around his cock. She’d dragged herself all the way to the tip, rubbing against him, bringing him to the edge again – SLAM! He moaned, cumming on the spot. There was no more hesitation, no more holding back. He was broken. # [i]Two weeks later…[/i] The entire crew had tested positive for pregnancy, and they were taken off-duty to allow for healthy gestation. There were various drugs that they were trying out to speed it up, as none of Omega Squadron wanted to be off-duty for too long, nor could they afford it. They needed the funds to keep their operation going, after all. Of course, Turmoil kept T-Bone locked away in the underground labs that her people operated, knowing that they had other uses for the talented pilot. There were other ways that they might improve their numbers, from artificial impregnation to genetic alteration, and she was more than willing to push him to his limits to see what they could get out of him. The criminal leader looked through the glass divider between her and the captive feline, smiling at him as he was milked for the third time that day. His cock was locked into a milking tube, his eyes covered with a visor that fed him all sorts of porn to keep him hard and eager. His balls were probably fist-sized at this point, growing constantly unless he was locked in the milker for a proper draining. She was pretty sure that he needed it, these days. They were getting stretched from how much he produced. Even from her position of ‘safety,’ though, she could still smell his musk. It was so strong that it had almost overwhelmed her that first day, almost pushed her to take control and use him as nothing but a sex toy. Some of her pilots had succumbed, threatening to ride him and use him without letting their fellow pilots share in the pleasure. It was not surprising, really. He was a very…talented male. She felt her fingers running down to the crotch of her suit, and she grabbed hold of her wrist with her free hand. It wasn’t time for that. She needed to keep her focus on the day ahead, on the other plans that she had for Omega Squadron. They would be combat-ready again in a few weeks, and they had several contracts lined up to get them the funds they needed for phase two. [i]Still. Several weeks. I could…indulge…[/i] Turmoil looked back into the room. His cock was hard even as a new load was being pumped away, and she knew that it would stay hard for as long as she desired. Only an antidote to the aphrodisiac would give him a chance to think with his head instead of his dick, now. They had him on blood thinners to keep his cock from rotting from all the blood being held in it, and even then, it was still hard as a rock, eager to be used for a tool of pleasure or manipulation. [i]…One session won’t hurt the plans,[/i] she thought, shaking her head. [i]And I deserve it…[/i] The leader of Omega Squadron stepped into the clean room, stripped down, and rubbed her fingers between her legs. She was already soaking wet, unsurprisingly. She had been like that ever since she had captured him. Her desires for the only one to defeat her had never faded, but now… She wondered, she admitted. She wondered if, perhaps, she had taken things too far. If she’d gotten in over her head. If she had allowed him the power to control her rather than the other way around because of her obsession. Then the doors to the lab opened, and she smelled his maleness. Her pussy clenched down all the harder, and she growled under her breath. [i]Mine,[/i] she thought as she sauntered in, her hips swaying as she walked right up to him. He looked through the visor at her, half-drooling, half-growling. [i]Mine,[/i] she thought again as she pulled herself onto his lap. [i]Mine![/i] she thought as she pushed the tube out of the way and impaled herself on his cock. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]