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Goldie the Super Hero

By: erossmantic



This story is purely recreational superhero fantasy. Any resemblance to actual people, superheroes or reality is entirely coincidental. Any comments acknowledging this are unnecessary, although positive comments are sincerely appreciated. Other feedback is also welcomed using the email form.

The brief prologue provides helpful background to the story, but doesn't contain any sex. However, the intensity of suspense and sex both take off with the first chapter.

Most of all, I hope you enjoy this first episode of Goldie, the super hero. 

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Prologue

There are probably many who wake up one day and want to be a superhero (for lack of a better word). Being a superhero just means I have abilities others don't have, and because I do, I also have a rare responsibility. I am willing to use any powers I have and to do anything necessary to fulfill that responsibility. I was bred for this.

My parents met working in secret government labs developing experimental bio-chemical enhancements for military and law enforcement applications. They were both senior scientists, a significant accomplishment for their young ages. Unlike the stereotype of scientific nerds, they were both physically attractive well-built athletes. Their competitiveness and passion were qualities that no doubt helped both of them advance so quickly through the scientific ranks. As fate would have it, their "chemistry" caused them to fall madly in love with one another. 

Their two passions in life were science and each other. With all of their research on physiological enhancements of the human body, they enjoyed dabbling on the side with experimental aphrodisiacs and sexual intensifications. Their favorite project was one to multiply the body's intensity of orgasms, what they called Sexual Experience Multiplied, or seX. They enjoyed testing their research on each other during lunch breaks or to take their research home at night. Their dedication to this research and willingness to subject themselves to scientific trials was unmatched.

One afternoon, they had a major breakthrough on a secret government project they were working on called Focused Launch of Intention Reversal Technology or FLIRT. They enjoyed the playful coincidence of the acronym while working on the serious project together. The goal of their research was to create a serum that gave the power of "Intention Reversal." 

Let me explain. The brain is remarkable for all it is capable of. It is often said we only use 10% of our brain's capacity. That is largely because we only use it for basic thinking, processing and problem solving. Yet we've all experienced more. Think back to a dream you've had that seemed so real you felt certain it happened. The dream caused your heart to race, your voice to speak, your body to sweat or give you the pleasure of a "wet" dream. In those dreams you've had clear interactions with people you've met or never met before. Your brain created a bodily reality that was as real as your daily life. The right impulses can cause our brain to enter this entirely new dimension of functioning, creating real life experiences through imagination connected with our body's nervous system and senses. My parent's studies worked to harness the brain's capabilities, taking it to a new level. 

Much like dreams, once the brain is kicked into this higher dimension of functioning, it naturally launches a person into a "real life" experience of whatever is foremost on their mind at the moment. (That is why our dreams at night are often related to something we have just experienced during the day.) These experiences launch people into new alternate reality, a little like Alice falling down the proverbial rabbit hole. Another way to think of it is a hallucination on steroids, but the hallucination becomes real. Far more powerful than a drug induced hallucination, the brain takes over to create and sustain the new reality. The person actually experiences what the brain creates. They are launched into a state and world of their own making, fully experiencing for themselves whatever their immediate intentions were at that moment, whether good or evil. 

My parents realized that if an attacker could be forced into this state, their foremost thoughts of injuring or doing harm to others would be turned onto themselves. The assailant's entire mind and body would be locked into experiencing what they had intended to do to others. The possibilities of this Intention Reversal technology are limitless, and in the wrong hands, dangerous. The world would be a better place, not only if people lived by the golden rule of doing to others as you would have them do to you, but the platinum rule: experience for yourself what you intend to do to others.

With his breakthrough, my father was convinced their serum would give a person the power to trigger intention reversal in others by simply locking eyes with them. If it worked, it would be their greatest scientific breakthrough. He was eager to begin human trials, but the higher-ups felt it was too dangerous until they had more data. 

My parents went out that night to celebrate their breakthrough. When they got home my father revealed he had smuggled some of the serum out of the lab to try on himself. They were both drunk and decided to test the serum; playfully imagining what might happen if they each filled their minds with their most illicit sexual fantasies for the other before locking eyes to trigger the intention reversal. Drunk, excited and filled with anticipation, they passionately stripped each other of their clothes, leaving a trail as they made their way upstairs to the bedroom. It promised to be a night they would never forget.

Unfortunately, nothing unusual happened when they gazed into each other's eyes after they drank the serum with their gorgeous bodies sitting ready and naked in the center of their bed. They doubled the dose, yet still nothing. Despite their disappointment at the apparent failure of the serum, they used the rest of the night to make passionate love, fulfilling each other's fantasies, the one activity they loved more than their research. That night, I was conceived.

It wasn't until puberty that I began to experience the changes. They were not only dramatic natural changes in my physical body toward womanhood, but something different. I began to notice little things that would happen when I was out with my friends. It all peaked one day when sitting across the table from my mom in the back of a restaurant eating lunch. Our eyes locked and I saw immense love in her. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. My transparent blue eyes turned green as our eyes were affixed on one another. Suddenly my mom's eyes glassed over, a big smile covered her face and she was in a state of euphoria I could not wake her from. I quickly called my dad. He rushed over and after I explained what happened. He knew immediately what occurred. He was able to help my mom out of the trance and back to our reality. She shared how her body transported her to an entirely new dimension in her brain where she experienced for herself everything she had hoped for me, which caused her state of bliss. 

My parents were overwhelmed with emotions of joy and disbelief. "She has it!" my father said. "We must have transferred it to her that night." My parents often referred to the significance of "that night," not only for their scientific disappointment, but also for the sweet memories of unbridled sex that led to my conception. My parents patiently explained to me what they had inadvertently passed on to me that night when I was conceived. Although the FLIRT project had been closed down shortly after my conception for apparent lack of progress and further funding, my parents were still convinced the technology was possible. They never imagined the properties of the serum had been transferred to me through conception. 

My father explained to me that with this "gift" would come responsibility. Not only was it never to be used selfishly or for evil, but I now had the responsibility to use it for good. That was the whole reason they had devoted their lives to this kind of research. 

We realized that my use of this power for good would draw unwanted attention and put me in danger. They signed me up for martial arts training, but knew I would need more. They went to work in their labs, developing a state-of-the-art power belt. Using their previous research, the belt's technology tapped into the body's natural systems to multiply every ability, sense and sensation ten-fold. The blue belt with gold buckle automatically adjusted to the size of the wearer. Once put on, it's power would surge through me allowing me to run ten times faster, see ten times farther, hear ten times better, hit ten times harder, have ten times my natural strength, and so on. The immediate jolt of power and ability transformed every sense and ability throughout my body every time I put it on. With it, I felt invincible.

They knew I would also need a uniform that would be easy to conceal while allowing me the greatest flexibility and freedom of movement when fighting evil. It must also hide my identity. My tall, fit, statuesque, buxom physique didn't make this easy. By the time I reached 18, I was 5'10", with an athletic 36, 24, 32 figure. I have large ample round breasts, flat strong abs, a tight ass and long fit legs. I have transparent blue eyes, a broad smile like my mother, and long flowing golden hair that falls just past my shoulders, for which my father nicked named me Goldie. To match my hair, we came up with a gold minimalist uniform that consisted of a simple gold mask over my eyes, a short low-cut gold top that was nothing more than a bra providing necessary firm support, a matching short gold skirt barely covering my ass that allowed for full flexibility of my legs, and tall light-weight gold boots with a fast running tread and steel heel. My power belt completed my uniform, fitting tightly and conveniently over the top of my skirt. 

Goldie the superhero was born.

Chapter One

My crime fighting as a super hero started slowly, stopping purse-snatchers or chasing down criminals that overweight police officers were too slow to catch, despite their best efforts. I spring into action by finding a place to remove my outer clothing, exposing my uniform, then reach into my bag to put on my belt and mask. Most crimes can be handled simply by using my intelligence and the strength I receive from my belt. My intention reversal gift is only to be used as a last resort.

When not in action or working at my day-job as a mild-mannered freelance marketing analyst, I used all my spare time learning how to harness my multiplied strength and sensory intensification when wearing the belt. I had to find creative ways to exercise my strength to not draw attention to myself. Rather than lifting weights in a gym, I inconspicuously lifted the front of cars in parking garages or stacks of lumber on construction sites. I practiced using my enhanced sensory abilities by focusing my eyesight on street signs several blocks ahead while driving or focusing my hearing to eavesdrop on conversations across the room. (It's amazing how caddy people can be when they don't know other people are listening.) 

Because the belt magnified every physiological sensory experience, it didn't take long as a sensual young woman to discover the exponential intensifying benefits with sexual stimulation. One major drawback to being a superhero is the way it gets in the way of long term relationships, and the opportunities for sexual intimacy. After a hard day at work or crime fighting, who could blame a girl for taking advantage of the simple superhero perk of enhanced erotic pleasure? Why would I also limit its enjoyment to hard days? Almost every day became better, finding creative ways to launch myself into orgasmic bliss. 

One day, a few weeks into my crime fighting, I awoke from a wonderfully romantic dream where a gallant rugged warrior with whom I shared in battle and passionate lovemaking swept me off my feet. My eyes opened from the pleasurable dream feeling refreshed as the morning sunlight streamed through the window onto my bed. My warm skin tingled with delight under the crisp cool bed sheets. My hands instinctively slid up and down my soft body, one stopping at the road bump of my inch-tall erect nipple on one of my large round breasts, while the long fingers of my other hand slid easily between the drenched moist lips of my pussy. I moaned in delight as I took the large nipple captive between my thumb and fingers while plunging three fingers of my other hand deep into my hungry lovebox. Cold-chills instantaneously covered my body as my mind transported me back into the imagination of my dream. My fingers moved back and forth from tenderly massaging my clitoris to plummeting them into the deep wet canal of my pussy. I gasped as the orgasm grew toward climax.

Seizing the opportunity, I quickly slid out of bed, reached for my power belt and put it on as I turned on the hot water of my shower. My arousal immediately intensified with the surge from the belt. Sensual steam quickly filled the small room from the heat of the water. My arousal intensified. I picked up my favorite vibrator that I affectionately called Max (short for The Maximizer) before stepping into the large glass-enclosed shower. I disappeared into the thick steam as the hot water began to massage my body; my imagination transported me back to the sexual adventures and strong arms of the warrior in my dream. My small feminine hand tried unsuccessfully to wrap itself around Max's long thick body covered with vibrating tentacles. I spread the lips of my pussy wide with the fingers of one hand while Max's large bulby head landed to take over my pussy in the other.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh, Yes!" I shouted, unconcerned that neighbors would certainly hear as my body quaked from the belt's multiplication of the pleasure. My body slammed against the glass shower wall, almost breaking it from my enhanced strength as Max continued his delightful assault. I gasped for air, sucking oxygen from the thick steam. My large round globes pressed firmly against the glass as my ass bucked from the growing orgasm overwhelming every pleasurable nerve and muscle in my body. "Oh SHIT," I yelled. My dream throughout the night had meticulously prepared my body for this moment. Max was bringing the dream into full living color with my pussy, while my power belt multiplied the experience ten-fold until the wave or orgasmic thunder rumbled through my body with enormous dominance. "Ohhhhh GAWD" I screamed. "yes, Yes, YES!" I shrieked, plunging the entire thick length of Max's massive size into my pussy until it disappeared. My hands each took hold of my ample tits, busying them from any attempt to remove Max from his relentless assault. I didn't want it to stop. Max roared as my pussy flooded it with a tidal wave of cum. 

As the first orgasm finally began to subside, my surrendered body slowly slid down the slippery glass wall of the shower until sitting spent on the shower floor. The enchantment of the cloud of thick steam surrounded me as the hot waterfall poured freely over my euphoric body. My legs quaked gently as the first orgasm handed off to the beginning of a second. "Oh Gawd," I moaned, unable to resist the inevitable arrival of the second volcano of pleasure rising from deep within me. "Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd," I said, lost in the mist of my body's delight. I pulled my knees in against my tits, locking Max in place as he continued his wondrous work, enhanced by my belt. I basked in an overpowering erotic super hero ecstasy few women in history would ever know.

Chapter Two

Later that blissful morning, after recovering from my dream encounter with my fantasy warrior, I ran some errands, which included a quick trip to the bank. Four bank robbers brazenly came in with guns and began yelling for everyone to get down. I quickly hid behind a pillar, recognizing the need to take action. I stripped off my dress to expose my uniform, and swiftly put on my mask and belt to complete it. When the first robber came past the pillar, I instantly neutralized him, knocking him unconscious. BAM! He never saw it coming.

Hearing the commotion, the leader yelled, "find out what's going on and fix it!" The other two ran over to see what the noise was about. I stepped out from the pillar and confronted them. The looks on their face showed they were clearly surprised by my presence and appearance. KICK! POW! I used the element of surprise to instantly kick the gun out of one of their hands as I punched the other in the face with one hand while grabbing the barrel of his gun with the other. I quickly disarmed him with an overpowering twist, throwing his gun behind us. Both men immediately jumped me, certain the two of them could overpower a scantily clad young woman. Although they were strong, they were no match for my might with the power belt. I stacked the two of them unconscious on top of the first bandit.

Suddenly when I turned to face the final bandit, I felt the paralyzing grip of a strong arm around my neck from behind, choking me with a forceful brut strength. He snuck up behind my while I was fighting the other two, catching me off guard by his approach and strength. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Goldie the wonder girl, or whatever it is they call you," the leader said with an evil laugh as his arm pressed with purpose against my throat from behind. His voice was smooth and calm.

The moment I heard his distinctive laugh, I knew who he was, even though I couldn't see his face behind me. Only one person had an evil laugh like that. It was Damián. I had the advantage of recognizing him, but did he recognize who I was under this mask? I tried to muster all of my strength from my power belt to wiggle my way out of his grasp, but his arm was locked around my neck like a vice grip. His body pressed against mine from behind, making it impossible to grab a hold of him. I felt the surprising hardness of his dick pressed against my ass. I didn't know if my body or his criminal action aroused him. Knowing him, it could have been both. It didn't matter.

Damián had always been a bully in school and the neighborhood. He was a thug who lived and gained power by intimidation. He thought nothing of beating other kids up recreationally, not to mention what he would do if he were really angry with them. Seeing fear in the eyes of others fueled his narcissism. People would rarely narc on him because they were petrified of his certain retribution.

In high school he used his same tactics of fear and intimidation to take advantage of older female students. He always made sure they were over 18 to ensure he would never be charged with fucking jailbait. He regularly followed girls into bathrooms, parking lots or even into their homes to have his way with them. Three times he brashly groped me in the hallways in broad daylight, promising with his evil laugh he would one-day fuck my impressive 18-year old body all he wanted. Rumors were rampant of how he regularly broke into homes during the school day to force classmate's MILF moms to have sex with him, threatening their family's lives if they ever said anything. No one doubted the stories were true. 

Damián's reputation was known far and wide. Out of high school now, his narcissistic criminal ways had graduated to bank robbery among other felonies. He was more bold and brash than ever.

I writhed as I tried to pry his arm from its grip around my neck. "Let go of me, you son of a bitch," I demanded.

"I wondered when our paths would cross," he said coolly, tightening his grip. "You're really not much of a superhero. You're nothing more than a wannabe crime fighter in a whore costume," he insulted with his evil laugh. He arrogantly reached down the back of my short skirt with his other hand to squeeze my ass.


Goldie the Super Hero



"Get your hands off me," I demanded, gasping for air from his chokehold. My head began to spin in dizziness from the lack of oxygen to my brain. My knees were weakening. I knew that in only a matter of seconds I would be incapacitated and knocked out cold. I tried to throw a weak elbow punch to his ribs behind me.

"Give it up Goldie," he said. "The only way a girl beats me is when I put my dick in her hands. You are going to do that and more when I carry you out of here as an extra prize with my money. I'm going to fuck you so much you won't know what hit you." His hand in my skirt pushed further down until the tips of his fingers reached my pussy from behind. "Oooo, I think you like this," he added in his cocky voice.

His words sent rage and adrenaline through my system. I fought my weakening body and consciousness. How many women had he choked out, only to have them wake up naked and hostage to his lustful demands? I refused to be added to that list without a fight. I raised my right foot and launched a back kick, landing the heel of my boot firmly on his shin.

"Shit!" he yelled in agony, unable to dodge the kick. He hopped on his left foot as he raised his right foot from the pain. He tightened his grip around my throat as he tried to keep his balance. 

I felt my consciousness fading quickly. I hurriedly threw my weight to the right to throw him further off balance, sending both of us to the floor in my desperate attempt for escape. Unfortunately Damián fell on top of me. The spinning room from my dizziness made it difficult to find my bearings. I tried to use my strength to wrestle my way out. Before I knew it, I was pinned on my back. Damián's large muscular body sat on top of me, straddling my body with his legs. With renewed commitment, he leaned forward over me with both of his large strong hands wrapped around my neck. My mouth opened, gasping for air. The bank employees and customers watched as my body began to shake and go limp, and their hopes with me. I looked up and for the first time saw his face: the familiar jet-black hair and matching deep recessed eyes, his distinctive evil smirk. He focused his dark eyes onto mine through my mask to watch until the light of my eyes went out. Just before I passed out, I rallied my final bit of strength to focus my eyes on to his. My body jolted as the gaze of our eyes locked onto one another. My transparent blue eyes suddenly turned to green, triggering my superpower of intention reversal. 

Damián's body fell backward. "What's going on?" he yelled, shocked as his own throat began to close as if someone was choking him. Out of the natural universal response to choking, Damián immediately let go of my neck to take hold of his own. I maintained my lock on his eyes as I watched his body take over, kicking into the higher dimension of functioning and turning the intentions he had for me onto himself. I breathed in a deep breath, filling my lungs with oxygen my body was desperate for. Damián's body fought against itself, squeezing the air out of him. "What the fuck?" he yelled in his now muted raspy voice, helpless to the affects of his own intentions.

I thrust my body upward, throwing his lumbering hulk off of me to the side. Damián flopped like a fish out of water, desperate for air. The more he fought the faster his consciousness faded. A string of explicatives poured from his mouth in frustrated anger. I leaned down next to him as his eyes began to fade. All he could see was my face hidden by the gold mask, my buxom cleavage hanging over him and my long bare legs. "You were just beat by a girl Damián," I whispered. Damián's eyes opened, shocked I knew his name, and at the announcement of his defeat. "The good news is where you are going, the boys are going to fuck you so hard you won't know what hit you," I added, repeating his own words against him. Humiliated, Damián's consciousness faded to black as his body finished the intention reversal. He lay motionless and defeated next to the other three thugs.

Cheers erupted from throughout the bank as I stood up. Police cars with lights and sirens blaring screeched as they pulled up to the front glass doors of the bank. Armored SWAT members with heavy weapons and shields rapidly led the way toward the front entrance.

"Quick," I said to the bank manager as he approached me, "is there a back entrance."

"The employee entrance is through that door. But don't you want to stay and talk to the police."

"My work is done here," I said, quickly picking up my dress and bag from the floor behind the pillar. "Its time for them to take over and do their job. It will be easy with your testimony, eye witnesses and video tapes."

I speedily threw my dress on and exited the back door as the police came in through the front doors demanding everyone remain still with their hands up. I pulled my mask and belt off and put them in my bag as I disappeared into the growing crowds gathering around the bank to see what was going on.

Chapter Three

In the years that followed, more opportunities to fight crime came my way. At first, I sprung into action when I saw opportunities like I did in the bank. Law enforcement agencies were hesitant to have a vigilante lurking about the city, doing the police department's work without any accountability. After a few years, the chief of police recognized my benefit to them. Chief Johnson gave me an encrypted dedicated cellphone, which only he had the number to, to use at any hour if he needed my services. He is ruggedly handsome and attractive enough that I would welcome his call at any hour, for any professional or personal needs he might have. I was also able to monitor police scanners online. My reputation grew within the department and the city as a heroine who had super-abilities including enhanced strength, vision, hearing and speed. Crime dropped and the confidence of safety grew. 

Eight years after the bank robbery, a strange call came over the scanner one evening requesting back up at an address in an industrial part of the city. No details were given, just an address. Something didn't sound right. I felt compelled to respond.

When I arrived at the address, it was nothing more than an abandoned warehouse. I watched from a safe distance atop the roof of the building across the street as a police unit drove around the deserted warehouse pock marked with graffiti and a few broken windows. From outward appearances it looked like no one had used the nondescript property in years. The police unit used its spotlight to inspect any unusual signs of entry or activity as it drove around the building in the evening's darkness just after dusk. Seeing nothing, the police car drove away.

Suddenly, a light came on inside the warehouse just as the police unit had turned the corner, out of sight. Whoever was inside was arrogantly boasting their undetected presence. I was also certain they were up to no good.

I stealthily jumped down from the roof and ran across the street in the shadows, sneaking up to the main doors of the warehouse. I pressed my ear to the small opening and listened for sounds inside. To my surprise, my super-hearing heard the faint sound of a woman's voice coming from the back part of the warehouse. 

"Let me go! Let me go! Get your hands off me!" the distant feminine voice demanded.

My blood boiled when I heard the woman in distress, and the thought she was alone and trying to fight off her captors in this dark abandoned warehouse. Who knows what they were planning to do to her or if she would live through the night without my help.

I swiftly pushed open the door and ran toward the sound of her voice to catch her captors by surprise. Suddenly, without notice, a large net of thick rope fell from above me. I tried to wrestle myself out of the net, but the more I fought it, the more I became wrapped up in it. I was trapped.

Then I heard it, the sound of his devious laugh. It was Damián.

"Well, well, well," he said, as he had long ago in the bank. "Look who we have here."

I looked up to confirm what I already knew from my voice recognition. "Let me go you son of a bitch," I warned, "and I'll go easy on you." Damián looked a little older from our last meeting, but still large and buffed. Both of us were now in our late 20s.

"I'm in control now Goldie, and after the last eight years in the slammer, I have no plans to go easy on you," he said with his devilish laugh. A sultry redhead woman walked out wearing a tight low-cut red top and short black skirt with matching black pumps. The exposure of her large firm creamy breasts showed she was not wearing a bra, and I suspected probably no panties. I had no doubt it was the way Damián like it. She stepped up to his side and took his hand.

"Let me introduce you to Electra," he said. The woman next to him smiled with a cheap curtsy. "She's the damsel you no doubt heard and came running in to rescue. What a sucker. You think that was convincing, you should hear her fake an orgasm when I don't have time to finish her," he added crassly. She smiled again stupidly at his backhanded complement.

"How'd you get out so fast?" I asked, genuinely curious after seeing him sentenced eight years before to 20 years in maximum security.

"Isn't it obvious?" he answered as he slapped the girl on the ass. "Good behavior." He shrieked his evil laugh.

"Bullshit," I answered in disbelief.

"Take her," he said to two henchmen standing in the shadows. "Tie her up."

I could easily overpower the men on my own, but I was helpless wrapped in the thick heavy net. The two tall muscular men manhandled me over to a metal chair in the center of the warehouse room. I tried to fight to no avail as they slapped handcuffs around one wrist and then the other before attaching the cuffs to a cable hanging down from the ceiling above the chair. The cable pulled my arms taut over my head. Each henchman clasped cuffs around my ankles that were attached to the bottom of the chair. Once my hands and feet were secured, the men pulled the net off of me, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Even all the strength I had from my power belt would not be enough to escape these binds.

"You like her?" Damián asked his bimbo as he walked around my chair proudly, getting a closer look as his prize.

"Yeah, she's alright," she said, chomping on a piece of gum. 

"I'll let you have your way with her when I'm done," he promised. "I know you like to go both ways."

I wiggled as if somehow I might be able to free myself. 

"She is feisty," he said. 

"Fuck you," I said.

"You will," he answered as we walked behind me. "I've imagined what I am going to do to you for eight years while sitting in that prison you put me in." He brashly pushed his hand down the front of my chest and deep into my top to take hold of my large tit in his grimy hand. I wiggled all the more in protest, helpless to his touch. "Tonight you are going to beg me to stop long before I am finished fucking you. Then Red here is going to get you, and who knows, I may let my other men have a turn before I finish you off," he said. "Payback is a bitch."

"Let me go asshole," I demanded again. 

"That's not going to happen," he said. "We have some business we must attend to, coincidentally the very reason we needed to lure and tie you up here first. We can't have you getting in the way like you did last time." He squeezed my nipple with all his strength, sending shoots of pain throughout my body. 

I could only squirm in response. "Is that all you've got?" I said, pushing my words through the pain, doing my best to humiliate him in front of his henchmen.

"When I get back, you'll see what I've got," he shot back angrily, yanking his hand out of my top. He intentionally pulled my tit out of my top with his hand, leaving it exposed to the cool night's air and for everyone in the room to see. "Let's go," he said to the other men and his redhead bimbo. You stay here and watch the girl," he said to a big black guard standing at the door. My bared tit would no doubt help him keep his focus.

They all hurried out with purpose, following Damián's urgent departure, leaving the one guard to make sure I didn't go anywhere while chained up in the center of a remote abandoned warehouse. I focused my super-hearing on their conversation as they piled into the large black SUV, hoping to hear any clue of where they might be going. Nothing. They closed the warehouse door and drove away, leaving me alone with the large muscular lackey.

"Where is Damián going?" I asked the minion.

"Shut up. You don't need to know," he grumbled.

"Oh, you don't know either, huh," I said. 

"Yes I do know," he argued, perturbed.

"That's what someone says who doesn't know," I provoked. "Why would they tell someone like you who is so low in his mind that he leaves you behind to watch a helpless girl whose all chained up while the others get all the fun and glory? It's not your fault you don't know."

"I know," he repeated angrily. 

"I've figured it out any way," I said. 

"No you didn't," he said, unsure. "How did you figure it out?"

"It's easy," I lied. "It's obvious. It's got to be frustrating that I know where they are going and what they are doing and you don't."

"I know!" he demanded. 

"Prove it," I said, "and I'll tell you if you're right."

"They are stealing nuclear material from the distribution warehouse while the city is distracted by the huge fire they caused across town," he blurted.

"Right," I said. My mind raced at the shocking announcement of their plan. There was a new nuclear material distribution site the government had contracted a private company to run across town. I had to find a way to get out of this warehouse and stop Damián. If that material gets into the wrong hands of terrorists or enemies of the state, the possibilities for atrocities would be historic. I looked up and saw the lug looking lustfully at my body, especially my large exposed tit.

"So, you're not only big and strong, but smart too," I lied as a compliment. "No wonder he left you behind all alone with me," I added in a sultry tone. "You like what you see?"

He smirked, while trying to maintain a face of gangster seriousness.

"Damián is going to be gone at least two hours. He left you all alone as the big man in charge, and I imagine you are a big man," I said looking down at his crotch while licking my lips. I could tell my words were having the affect I hoped for. His growing member was creating undeniable movement in his pants. His face lit up all the more at the implied invitation.

"Damián said not to touch you until he gets back," he said obediently.

"Of course he did. You really think he is coming back?" I asked, planting a seed of fear and suspicion. "He'll have everything he wants once he steals the nuclear material," I added. "Why would he risk coming back here?"

The thug's wheels were turning, considering the possibility that Damián might not come back and had abandoned him here with me. "He's coming back," he said. "Other than stealing the nuc material, he keeps talking about what he is going to do to your white ass. That's why he told me not to touch you, because he wants you first."

A shot of fear flew through me. If I don't get out of this warehouse quickly, not only will Damián steal the nuclear material, putting thousands of lives at risk, but also whatever he had planned for me would include ravaging my body for his sexual pleasure before finishing me off.

"He's not here. How would he ever know?" I asked. Offering myself to this thug's most primal urges might be my only chance out of this precarious predicament. "He left you here all alone with me with no one else around. Why should they have all the fun? He's not going to let you have me when he gets back. If he does, it will be whatever is left over after he and his bimbo both have their way with me first."

I paused to let the suggestion and reality sink in. I could see the temptation was seducing him by the way he looked lustfully at me and by the impressive movement in his pants.

"If you really are in charge, I'd have no choice but to do whatever you want me to do," I promised. "But we can also just sit here and stare at each other all night..."

"You're trying to trick me," he interrupted, thinking through the possibilities.

"How can I trick you?" I asked. "You are the big strong man left in charge. I am a helpless white piece of ass, chained up with no way to get away. If my life is going to end tonight, I'd rather go out having one last glorious fuck with a real man." My words stroked his ego. "I thought you might be a real man," I said looking again at the front of his pants, "and I thought you were really in charge. Maybe I was wrong."

"I am a real man and I am in charge," he said defensively, but still fearful of what Damián would do if he found out he had sex with me. He walked over and began to fondle my exposed tit in a weak effort to prove himself. 

I dropped my head back and moaned at his touch, hoping he would take the bait of my seduction. I spread my legs wide to invite him to step in closer.

The cool air of the warehouse had caused the nipple to grow like a large black thimble, begging for affection. He knelt down in front of me, pulled my other tit out of my top and began to suck on it. I continued to moan in fake delight, encouraging him to press his face more forcefully in the soft tissue of my ample supple breast. I had taken the risk to invite him to have his way with me while my arms were helplessly chained up above me, and my legs to the metal chair.

"Mmmmm, that feels good. All this being chained up has made me awfully thirsty," I said suggestively. "Do you have anything warm and thick I can drink?"

"Damn right I do," he said, standing up and unzipping his pants. He reached deep into his pants to take hold of the massive 9-inch long, thick black shaft before pulling it out and waving it in front of my red painted lips. 

It was larger than I had imagined. I opened my mouth, and caressed my lips with my tongue. "Now that's what I'm talking about," stroking his ego as I wrapped my lips around him to begin stroking his dick. I moaned again in fake delight.

"Oh fuck!" he complemented. His head dropped back in pleasure as he thrust his dick deep into my face. I skillfully lowered my lips down his long shaft, consuming its entirety down my throat. He moaned again. "Oh shit," he said as my lips ascended then descended again hungrily. "Fuck yes," he said, appreciatively. 

His confidence grew with every stroke of my oral skills. The physical pleasure of the experience added to his delusion of forcing a helpless gorgeous superhero to suck him off. It made him feel a bit invincible himself. No doubt he would be unable to resist telling others about what he made the famous Super Goldie do when he had her to himself all alone in an abandoned warehouse.

I sped up my oral assault, skillfully using my lips and tongue to massage every inch of his impressive member. I could feel his shaft almost thicken with impending orgasm.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes!" he affirmed.

I abruptly pulled off, just at the moment I knew he was about to unleash a boatload of cum down my throat.

"Oh fuck no, fuck no! Don't stop," he demanded, waving his throbbing dick at my lips. His body shook, desperate to give. "Finish me!"

"I can do better than this," I said with a coy smile.

"I've never had better head," he confessed. "Nothing is better than this!" he said, desperate for me to finish what I had started.

"No," I said. "If this is my last fuck with a real man, I want to fuck you right."

"Finish this and then we can fuck," he begged.

"My superpower gives me the ability of ten women," I informed in my sultry voice.

"Yeah, that's why you're all chained up," he said. "Now finish me," he demanded, his body squirming in desperation for release.




Goldie the Super Hero



"Ever fuck more than one woman at a time?" I asked.

"Threesome once," he answered sharply, eager for a little less conversation and a lot more action.

"Ever had a foursome with three women?" I asked with a sly smile.

"No."

"Ever thought what it might be like to have four women fuck you at one time, or five, or six?"

"Shit," he said.

"If this is my last fuck, then the least you deserve is the pleasure of what it would be like to be fucked by ten women at once. You'll never have that chance again."

"Damn," he said considering the proposal, still desperate for relief.

"All I need is my hands to be free to give you the fuck of your life," I promised.

"I don't think so," he said. "Nice try."

"What do you mean 'nice try'?" I asked. My feet are still chained to this chair. I can't go anywhere. You are still the man in charge. No reason why I have to die without one last great fuck, and no reason why you have to miss out on the fuck of your life. Either you let me fuck you right, or I'm done," I announced.

The lug thought about his options. If my superhero fucking skills were anything like my oral skills, he knew I was offering the best fuck of his life. His dick throbbed in front of him, begging for attention and release. 

"You're in charge big man," I lied, knowing I had him right where I wanted him. "The choice is yours. All this to yourself for a fuck that will blow your mind, or we can sit here and stare at each other until Damián and his bitch get back and take it for themselves. Either way, I get fucked. If you're not man enough and would rather watch them fuck me..."

His big black hand quickly reached up to the clasp on the long chain hanging down from the ceiling and unhooked the handcuffs, allowing me to drop my hands. Blood immediately flowed through my veins back into my fingers, restoring feeling. 

"I'm keeping the cuffs on you," he said. "Don't try anything tricky," he warned.

"The only thing tricky is what your dick is going to feel when I fuck your brains out," I promised convincingly. "Now get undressed and fuck me like a man," I said.

The thug obediently pulled off his shirt while kicking off his shoes, then lowered his pants. His impressive ripped six foot four black frame stood before me, ready for the promised fuck of his life.

"That's more like it," I said. He instantly began to strip me, unclasping my top from behind, allowing it to fall to our feet. I was worried he might try to take my belt off, and my strength with it. Instead, he pulled my thong down from beneath my short skirt before easily ripping the tiny fabric off, preventing the need to remove the cuffs to slide them off my feet. Without my thong, he had full access to my pussy without removing my skirt. Fortunately that meant he kept my belt on. Keeping a remnant of my uniform on added to the real life fantasy of fucking a superhero, although what he was about to experience would give him more that enough to know this was no mere mortal fuck. 

"Now do me like you promised," he ordered.

I gave him a long deep kiss before dropping down on my knees in front of him to continue the oral affection, quickly recovering the full hard stature of his manhood. I pulled him down and laid him on his back so I could straddle his large black muscular body, with my feet still chained to the chair behind me. His large hands reached up to capture my tits as I lowered my pussy to impale the entirety of his long thick shaft. My muscles clamped down tightly, gripping and massaging every inch of his impressive member as I made my descent.

"Oh shit!" he yelled as his body squirmed with pleasure beneath me. His fingers squeezed my tits like multiple vice grips, my ass moved up and down as my pussy imprisoned his aching dick. 

"Now the fun begins," I said as I picked up the speed and force of my movement on top of him. I couldn't deny my own pleasure from fucking such an impressive specimen. My carnal juices began to lubricate my love canal as I picked up the pace, eager to incapacitate him with the fuck of his life, but also to make my escape. With superhero power and speed, my pussy hammered his dick for all it was worth. My body pounded his with the forceful precision and rapidity of pistons in a Peugeot on the German autobahn. 

"Oh fuck!" he cried, overwhelmed with delusional pleasure. Cold chills covered his body as it tried to handle the sensory overload of an otherworldly fuck. His voice continued to cry out, but the words became unintelligible. His body was surrendered to the sheer pleasure of the moment. His head dropped back, his jaw opened and his eyes glazed over in sheer hedonistic bliss. "Gaaahhhhhhhffffffff" he yelled as the volcanic eruption of cum filled my red-hot pussy with unmatched force. 

"Oh yes!" I yelled. "Yes! Yes!" My own primed orgasm followed his, further lubricating the fuck of his life. His body bucked violently from the sheer volume and pressure releasing from him. My pussy continued its assault, determined to drain every drop from him. 

"I'm not done Lover," I whispered into his ear. I promised the fuck of ten women."

"Oh gawd no," he begged, never having felt so spent. His body quaked from the unbelievable experience.

I immediately lowered my lips to his cum-drenched dick, deep throating the length between my lips. 

"Oh shit!" he yelled.

My tongue and lips relentlessly began their determined mission. I was commandeering a second wave of assault that his body would be helpless to resist. With skill, I gradually increased the pace of my oral travels of his thick long member. I took pride and pleasure at his body's response. He was mine and I was taking him again. 

"Oh fuck!" he continued to plead, simultaneously begging for more and for reprieve.

The second orgasm grew quickly sending a buzz and cold chills across his body. 

While my lips and tongue continued their masterful work, my cheeks drew in as I began to suck his dick with unimaginable tornado force.

"Oh shit!" he repeated, as he unloaded another large pint of cum he never thought possible. Wave after wave of cum poured from him and down my throat. I gagged on the thick volume of cream, and pulled off quickly to catch my breath, unable to stop a blanket of cum from immediately covering my face. I quickly dropped my lips back around his gushing member to swallow his thick juices. My mouth struggled to hold it all, causing some of the sweet cream to leak out the corners of my mouth. Undaunted, I continued to suck and swallow him dry. 

A broad smile covered his face, lost in the dream of a sexual fantasy. He was in another world, right where I wanted him. He never saw it coming. With my wrists still cuffed together, I clasped my fists together and with one smooth forceful motion, landed a punch to the jaw, knocking his compromised body out cold. I quickly reached into the pocket of his pants lying next to us, pulled out the key to the handcuffs and freed my hands and feet from the bondage. I handcuffed his wrists to his ankles with the cuffs wrapped around the metal chair, forcing his naked lumbering body into a position of being on his knees. Chained to the chair, he will be unable to get away when he regains consciousness. At the very best, he will be humiliated being found naked in this position. At the worst, if someone likes what they see when they find him, this position makes him helpless to them having their way with him. 

The important thing is that my plan for escape worked. There is a crime of epic proportion taking place in a nuclear distribution center across the city. No one can stop it but me.

Chapter Four

Damián and his henchmen broke their way into the nuclear distribution center under the dark of night, using aggressive nerve gas grenades and electronic patchwork to neutralize the security systems in place. Once in, they initiated their plan to load a truck with nuclear material that would be sold to the highest bidder. Damián didn't care who he sold it to or how they might want to use it. He already had buyers working to outbid each other for the product. The millions he would get for it would cement his criminal enterprise, allowing for new research and development and lavish living. He would be an international criminal force to be reckoned with.

When I got to the compound, I saw a path of unconscious guards littering the way into the center of the massive distribution facility. The alarm system had been shut down. I slowly followed the path until I arrived at the large room where Damián's men were loading nuclear material into the back of a large truck. His bimbo stood stupidly next to him. She was clearly as ditsy as she was beautiful. Men had used her for her beauty her whole life, but always quickly tired having her around because she was so stupid. Damián liked having her around because her desperation proved over and again she would allow him to do anything to her he wanted to. To him, she was nothing more than another pretty possession to be used.

"Not today, Damián. It's over," I announced with my arrival. The sound of my voice stopped all the action in the room.

"Well, well," he said unmoved. "With all the precautions I took at the warehouse I wondered if I still might see you. I actually hoped and planned that I might. I'm glad you are here to witness the greatest theft in recent history that will make me a legend."

"That's not going to happen," I said. The only thing you will walk out of here with is an all expense paid trip back to the penitentiary."

"Take her," he ordered the eight men who had been loading the truck with the delicate cargo. 

Two men nearby immediately ran directly at me from opposite sides, as the others followed closely behind. KICK! SWOOSH! KICK! I reactively raised my leg up, connecting with both of their jaws as my leg swung around, exposing my bare pussy from my thong being ripped off back at the warehouse. The two men fell back on their asses as the other six men quickly closed in on me.

POW! KICK! I hit one across the jaw with my elbow while launching a kick in the other direction, landing squarely on the chest of another attacker. The sheer force of my multiplied strength knocked them unconscious, intimidating the other men.

"She's a fuckin' girl!" Damián yelled. "Get her!" he demanded. The fight intensified, each man coming at me with all they had. I ducked and darted with finesse and speed, landing hits and kicks while escaping their clutches. 

"Take her belt," Damián yelled from the side while keeping himself and his bimbo out of the fray. 

BAM! KICK! I hit another across the jaw, sending him reeling back. I bent over and launched another back kick using the steel heel of my tall boot, sending another sliding unconscious across the floor on his ass. A fast cartwheel and front flip sent two others flying. My heart raced, my body glistened from sweat.

Suddenly I felt the arms of one of his henchmen wrapped around me from behind. The slipperiness of my body allowed me to duck just as his hand reached down in an attempt to unclasp my power belt from my waist and yank it off in one quick motion. I used all my strength to push my body down and away to escape his grasp. His hand slapped my bare stomach, missing any contact with my belt. That was close. 

The continuing fast upward momentum of his hand as I ducked down to elude him caused his fingers to hook under my top. It all happened in a split second. RIP! The sound of a loud tear of fabric caught us all by surprise. My escape from his clutches left him holding my gold glimmering tattered top. My large sweaty globes bounced freely from the fast movement, causing both shock and delight to fill my attacker's face. He stood mesmerized holding the gold prize of my small top in his large hand. KICK! KICK! Before he knew what hit him, I launched into the air and unleashed a double front kick. My left foot connected directly with his growing member at the center of his crotch. His body instantly crouched forward in writhing pain, allowing the heel of my right foot to land squarely between his eyes, sending the beast backward, incapacitated at every level. The force of his unconscious momentum backward caused his arms to fly over his head, hurling my small gold top 30 feet behind him, too far for me to retrieve while under attack.

"Damn it," I thought.

"Well, well, well," Damián said impressed by how I had littered the compound with the unconscious bodies of his henchmen like I had eight years before at the bank. The sight of me standing in front of him wearing only my short gold skirt, tall boots and power belt also aroused him. "This doesn't change anything," he said. "It only improves on my plan," he said.

"How is that?" I asked.

The nuclear material has already been loaded and is ready for me to transport out of here. He held up a remote control device in his hand. "With the push of this button, this whole place will go up, creating a nuclear disaster that will distract the authorities with a catastrophic hazmat emergency beyond anything they have ever seen, concealing the theft, at least long enough for me to easily get away. While they are cleaning up the little mess I made, I will be handing this off to my buyer and enjoying the spoils my wealth on a distant tropical island.

"You son of a bitch."

"It doesn't have to end here for you Goldie," he said. "You have two options to live."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Your best option is the opportunity to become my partner. I could use someone with your ... assets," he said with a smile as he looked lustfully up and down my body. My large naked tits were in full display for is enjoyment. "There is no limit to the things we could do together," he said with visions of both crime and sex filling his mind.

His little vixen Electra was clearly bothered by his invitation. She didn't know if his offer was to create a permanent threesome, or if she was being replaced. It didn't matter; she didn't like it.

"I'd rather rot in hell," I said, suddenly feeling more exposed and vulnerable by the way he looked at me.

"You just might," he answered. "I suspected that might have been your response. If you want to live then, you have only one option."

"What is that?" I asked.

"You take off your belt and slide it over here. Then, I will give you the opportunity to fuck me like your life depended on it, because it will." 

"Go to hell," I interrupted. 

He continued undaunted. "Think about it Goldie. It's your one opportunity to live through this. Fuck me like a super hero or die like a coward." 

"I don't believe you. Why would you let me live?" I asked untrusting.

"To be honest, a worthy adversary makes me a better criminal," he confessed as a backhanded complement. "Also, your annoying stubborn tenacity for justice means we will meet again, offering me more opportunities to have my way with that amazing super hero body of yours."

"Fuck you."

"Exactly," he answered. "But only if you fuck me like the survival of the world depended on it. You just might enjoy it too," he added with a cocky smile. 

"You are pure evil," I said, feeling trapped.

He erupted with a hearty wicked laugh, feeling the certainty of victory. "It will certainly feel better than your only other option of the searing heat from a nuclear explosion, painfully disintegrating any sign of your existence off the planet."

"You are forgetting you are nothing against my superhero strength," I said. "You are only still standing there because I am letting you. I will do to you what I did to them," I said pointing to his pile of useless henchmen.

"So true," he said holding up the remote detonation device in his hand. "The one difference is if you take one step toward me or do anything different than I demand, I will not hesitate to push this button, launching the greatest nuclear explosion this part of the world has ever seen."

"Killing yourself and your girl-toy slut," I added.

"Anyone is a fool who attempts to do what I am doing today and is not prepared to die. I either go out with what I came for or I go out with a bang. Either way, I am a legend."

"You are deranged," I said.

"Stop with the flattery and give me your belt," he demanded. 

My eyes darted around the room as my mind raced for options, and came up empty. I knew he would not hesitate to make good on his threat if I attacked him, blowing the three of us up and killing thousands of others for miles around.

Damián smiled. "I see it in your eyes Goldie. You will do anything for the chance to keep me from pressing this button. Your twisted obsession for justice means you will also do anything for the chance to hunt me down if you live through this. The only chance that might happen is to do exactly what I demand. Now take off your belt and slide it over here." 

I realized rational solutions are not possible with a maniacal narcissistic criminal mastermind. The only option, if any, is to do the unthinkable. Cold chills and nervous sweat began to cover my nearly naked body. He enjoyed watching my undoing. He was right that I would do anything to keep him from blowing up the nuclear distribution compound; he was also right that I would devote my life to hunting him down if we both made it out alive.

I hesitantly unclasped my belt and lowered it to the floor. My strength and senses instantly weakened, going from being superhuman to dangerously vulnerable, especially compared to Damián's size and strength. I gave it a small kick and watched it slide the eight feet away until it stopped at his feet.

Damián knelt down slowly and picked up the belt. We both knew that even if I did try to jump him, he would now easily overpower me without my having the strength of the belt. Things went from bad to worse when Damián wrapped and clasped the belt around his own waist. His strength instantly surged ten-fold. "What a rush!" he said in a deep rich masculine voice. Every muscle, every sense, every feeling was now ten times stronger than he had ever experienced. "I am invincible!" he said, flexing his biceps above him. "Take off your mask," he demanded. "No more hiding behind it. I want to see who I've been fighting."

I hesitated.

"Take it off damn it or I will rip it off of you."

I had no choice. I slowly pulled the mask from my eyes.

"It's you!" he said. I remained silent, looking down, feeling defeated.

"You know her?" Electra asked?

"I knew her years ago," he said. "As much as I tried, I could never find an opportunity to get her alone, but I always promised I would have my way with you. I always make good on my threats."

I burned with frustrated anger.

He turned toward his girl-toy and handed her the remote detonation device. "I'm going to fuck her crazy," he said boastfully, enjoying the idea of fucking me in front of her. "Then, if you are a good girl, I'll let you have a turn with her before we get rid of her for good."

She nodded in resigned agreement, as if she had a choice.

"Do not push this button unless I tell you to or if she takes a step toward you," he instructed, admittedly nervous he had handed such a dangerous device to someone so dim-witted. "You only push it if I tell you or if she comes after you," he repeated, "otherwise you sit here and watch."

She nodded again in nervous agreement. Even she understood the gravity of what he asked her to do.

"Now, since we have the place to ourselves for the next few hours, I am going to give you the opportunity to give me the fuck of your life," he said with a laugh. 

I immediately questioned my choice to give him the belt. Damián authoritatively pulled his armored shirt over his head, and removed his pants, throwing both to the side. His chiseled body was an impressive specimen of sheer masculinity, further enhanced by the confidence of the only remaining item on his body, the power belt. His ten-inch dick stood out in front of him like a club, demanding allegiance. 




Goldie the Super Hero



I had no choice but to kneel in front of him. My small hands were dwarfed by the sheer breadth and length of his manhood as both hands attempted to take hold and tame the monster. I felt his hand on my head, pushing my face toward the large throbbing purple head. I realized the only way I might have a chance to get out alive would be to devour him beyond anything he had ever experienced. I wrapped my thick red painted lips around the huge head of his penis, massaging it aggressively with my lips and tongue. 

"Damn, that's it," he affirmed, arrogantly enjoying the benefits of how the belt enhances everything, including sexual stimuli. 

I worked his head ravenously before beginning my first descent down his long shaft until it disappeared down my throat. 

"Oh shhiiiittt!" he yelled.

My lips made the long ascent back as my tongue skillfully massaged every inch, before impaling myself again with the entire length.

Damián quickly laid me on my back while keeping his dick secured in my mouth. He turned his body so his face was above my pussy. He spread my long legs, then my thick pussy lips before lowering his head to help himself to the sweet taste of my shaved box. I moaned at the skill of his tongue, while he slowly fucked my mouth from above.

His girlfriend watched with growing jealousy -- jealousy of watching me have him, and jealousy of him having me.

My body tingled from the assertive touch. Sometimes enemies make the best lovers. Unbridled passion and emotions combined with raw no holds barred sex makes for a rare fuck. 

"Oh yes, I'm going to cum!" he announced, increasing the pace of his shaft pumping my hungry throat. 

His announcement pushed me over the edge, causing my ass to buck, slamming my pussy into his mouth. I felt his strong hands reach beneath my ass to take hold of each cheek firmly as he buried his face into my gushing pussy. I screamed in delight until my mouth was suddenly flooded with a river of thick cum as if a massive dam had just given way. I gagged from the sheer amount of cream. I quickly tried to swallow all that I could before he pumped another enormous load to follow the first. Damián increased his speed, pouring a quart of cum down my throat, except for what escaped to decorate my face and tits. 

We both lay there briefly, as I worked to catch my breath. Although the belt caused his orgasm to be experienced with ten times the intensity he had ever had, it also gave him such strength and stamina that he was instantly ready for more. I had a renewed realization of what was at stake with this fuck-fest and what it would require. I immediately rolled him over and climbed on top of him, turning by body to straddle his with mine. 'I'm not nearly done with you, son of a bitch," I announced as I pushed his still-hard dick deep into me. I leaned forward to press by large round globes into his face, as I began to ride this horse of a man with all I had.

A large smile covered his face, watching me work zealously to please him and knowing Electra sat nearby watching another woman take her man. 

I can't deny how much I love the feel of a large dick penetrating deeply inside of me. I squeezed my pussy muscles to grab every inch of his long member as I rode his entire length. His body instantly responded, awaking another orgasm to life. I felt his lips, then tongue, and then teeth begin to assault my bouncing tits in his face. My nipples grew at the attention, offering themselves for his oral delight. Stings of erotic pain shot through by body as his teeth gently closed on my dark thimble-like nipples.

"Fuck yes!" he said, letting go of the nipple between his teeth. "Harder, fuck me harder," he demanded as my molten hot pussy slammed against his body. "Aaaauuugggghhhhh!" he shouted as he instinctively pushed his ass up, as my body continued to bang against his. A large deposit of warm thick cum filled my love box, further lubricating my determined action.

"Oh yes!" I shouted. "I hope you have more than that," I insisted.

We continued to fuck for more than two hours. I relentlessly offered myself to him in every way I could and every way he demanded as Electra patiently watched until I lay exhausted in my limited human strength. I fucked him as if the world as we know it depended on it. Despite the fact that the sex was with my mortal enemy and that it was forced, it was hot. I lay spread out and spent on the floor, breathing deeply to somehow catch my breath.

"That was good, maybe the best I've ever had," Damián complemented. Electra fumed, feeling challenged and jealous. "But I'm not done," he added. "Stand up." His superpower strength and insatiable sexual appetite were undaunted.

"Damn," I said, struggling to stand. I crawled to my feet, my legs wobbly from exhaustion. My body was damp with a mixture of sweat and sex; cum poured down the top of my legs from my pussy. I was defenseless and spent as Damián tied my wrists and feet to the front of a nuclear control panel. My nearly naked body pressed against the cold metal, held up by the ties in sheer fatigue. "Damn," I said frustrated and helpless.

"Indeed, you are the best I have ever had," Damián repeated. "The best sex; the best opponent. You're even better than Red here. Unfortunately we are out of time for either of us to experience any more of that luscious body of yours. Too bad I can't let you walk out of here."

"What?" I said in disbelief. "But you said..."

"I lied," he said coolly. "I thought about fucking you for eight years when locked up in prison. I couldn't resist the chance to fuck your brains out tonight before I finish you off, for old times sake."

"But..." I started to protest, as if it mattered.

"This control panel is the epicenter for this nuclear distribution compound. In addition to decorating it with your lovely body, I have lined it with plastic explosives. When I am far enough away and detonate them tonight, it will set off a chain reaction across the entire nuclear compound, leaving nothing but a massive crater for miles, followed with days of nuclear fallout. "

"You son of a bitch," I said. "You can't do this." 

"I'm going to enjoy my future without looking over my shoulder, Goldie" he said. "You won't be there any more to stop me or get in the way."

I began to squirm helplessly.

"But I am not completely heartless," he continued. "The least I can do is to ensure my worthy adversary dies happy." He opened a box and pulled out a belt with a long device attached. "I was going to save this for later, but no need. It's a new invention of mine I made for you and am quite proud of. I call it my Lady-Killer. The premise is quite simple and I think you of all people will like it." He held the small belted contraption in front of my face boastfully.

"Oh shit!" I said seeing the size and shape of the device.

"Once the belt is on, you'll enjoy this massive four-inch wide, 12-inch long super-dildo in your pussy. I hear size matters," he joked, "and it ensures it fills your entire pussy like a big hand in a tight glove. The belt has a small strip in front attached to the dildo. When the dildo is in, it forces this strip to be pressed against the outside of your pussy. Ready for the best part?"

"Fuck you," I said, still trying to squirm out of the binds.

"Almost as good as fucking me, but this is to die for," he answered. "The magic of my Lady-Killer is the strip of material and dildo are made with thousands of tiny sensors. These receptors continually read and infuse what your pussy needs to create one epic involuntary orgasm after another. Every climax doubles the force of the one before, creating an exponential escalation of pleasure. After the first three or four orgasmic waves, the force of climaxes will be so strong your body will kick into a state of disorientation. It will be overwhelmed by pleasure. It will try to satisfy the incessant demand for cum, until it finally gives out, causing you to die in a state of erotic bliss." 

"You son of a bitch!" I yelled, as I felt him cinch the belt tight around my waist. He wrapped the strip over my pussy before inserting the massive dick inside my still-soaked pussy. I had never felt anything close to that big inside of me. He pushed until the entire length of the monster shaft disappeared in me, forcing the strip of material in front to be pressed firmly against my clit.

"I'm going to enjoy watching you die by pleasure," he said.

My body jolted as he flipped the switch to the forceful device, sending immediate surges through my body. "Oh gawd!" I cried out in response to the Lady-Killer instantaneously summoning cum from the deepest recesses of my body. It was like he turned on an erotic faucet deep inside me. My body started to sweat and my mind dizzied. My nipples tightened with enormous intensity from the sensual stimuli. A surge of endorphins flowed through my body as the wave of the first orgasm almost instantly poured over my body. I screamed in rapturous delight as my body was being rocked from within. "Oh FUCK!"

Just as the first induced orgasm began to fade, the device instantly read and rallied to initiate a second with twice the force, launching me almost into an otherworldly state. "Oh gawd, oh gawd," I cried as my ass bucked hard against the metal panel with the overwhelming push of the climax fast approaching. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! "Aaaauuuuuuggggghhhhhhh!" I screamed, helpless to the device having its way with me. My body was already racked from the events of the evening. Without my belt, I had nothing left to fight back.

"Please, please," I begged. 

"I knew you'd like it," he said with a smile, watching as quadrupling power of the third wave began to build. "Electra here enjoyed trials on the prototypes to help me perfect it."

"No, please," I begged, struggling for words.

"This isn't enough?" he laughed. "You want more?"

"Yes," I answered, gasping through the growing surge of pleasure. "Please, let me die with one last kiss, one last human touch."

"Nice try. I don't think so," he answered, untrusting.

"Oh gawd, oh gawd," I shouted as my body began to convulse. Cold chills covered the surface of my creamy skin. I felt my nipples tighten again in erection. "Please! You win Damián! You win! Oh fuck, I'm going to cum again!" "Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Oh Yes!"

Damián smiled, enjoying watching me succumb so quickly to the wonder of his creation. "And what a long continuous cum it will be," he said.

"Please!" I gasped again for air, trying desperately to recover from one orgasm as the force of the next began to grow within me. "I am defenseless against you. You have my power belt. My hands and feet are tied Damián. You win. If I'm going to die this way, let me at least die with one last kiss." 

Damian smiled victoriously. The request massaged his narcissistic ego and pride. My exhausted weakness was no match for his new virile power. "Something right about you dying with the taste of my lips on yours," he answered with blinding arrogance. 

The intensity of the Lady-Killer induced orgasm grew with every passing second. I squirmed as my body began to buck again in erotic ecstasy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," I yelled. "This is big."

Damián enjoyed the arousal of watching my body surrender to the growth of another massive climax. His dick hardened again to its colossal size, readied to unload more of his endless cum. 

"Oh gawd, kiss me Damián!" I begged, gasping for air. My body glistened with sweat while cold chills covered every inch of me. The impending orgasm continued to climb to unprecedented heights. I wondered if the orgasm itself would take my life. My body convulsed in anticipation of nirvanic surrender. "Kiss me!" I begged, showing my surrender to his death by pleasure.

Damián stepped next to me, delighted that his devious plan was working so well. His criminal mastermind had outwitted a superhero, and now he was taking me for all I was worth. He took pride and pleasure at the thought of finishing off his longtime nemesis in such an epic way. He smiled at the thought my naked spent body might be found before he blew the entire place in such a legendary way. He relished that today was his day, the day he had planned and dreamed of for eight years while in prison. And now, the cherry on top was watching my demise in rapturous pleasure at his hand. 

He pressed his body against mine, face-to-face and skin-to-skin, with his massive dick pressed firmly against my stomach. "Watching you die this way is going to make me cum all over again," he said. "I am about to shoot another load all over that epic superhero body of yours." 

I felt his lips touch mine for the kiss I asked for. I focused onto him with every last bit of strength I had as the next impending orgasmic wave began to flood over me. He looked into my eyes with the eyes of a conqueror. My eyes instantly connected with his and turned green, launching my superhero power, immediately reversing his intentions for me onto himself.

"No, no!" he shouted, not knowing what was happening. His body immediately succumbed to the power of intention reversal. Orgasmic shock waves rippled through his body. The reversal of his death-by-pleasure device on him was multiplied ten times because he was wearing my power belt. His massive dick responded instantaneously like a fire hose, spraying liters of thick cum all over my face and body. Another climax came immediately on its heels with twice the force, dousing me again as I stood captive, tied to the panel, unable to move. Damián shrieked at the sheer magnitude of the climaxes. His massive dick strained at handling the river of cum flowing from his body. The continuing orgasms, one after the other with increasing force, hit Damián like a freight train, completely incapacitating him. 

My last minute desperate hope to turn his Lady-Killer creation on him worked better than I imagined. His orgasms repeatedly commandeered his body with exponentially increasing impact, rendering him harmless. 

My hands and feet were still tied to the metal panel; as my body continued to be ravaged by the killer dildo imbedded deep within my pussy. With determination, I pulled my right hand, trying to free it through the small hole of the rope. My hand was still moist with a coating of my sweat and Damián's cum from our fuck-fest. "Aaaauuuugggghhhhh!" I yelled in pain as I used the little strength I had to force squeeze my hand through the knotted rope. "Yes!" I said, pulling my right hand free. I quickly reached up to untie my left hand. I was growing dizzy and disoriented from the continuing arousal. I struggled clumsily to reach and unfasten the belt buckle cinched behind me that was imprisoning me in erotic bliss. My fingers were weak, unable to reach or manage the buckle. The room swirled around me. Within seconds another impending orgasm would overtake me, no doubt rendering me defenseless against its unrelenting powers and leaving me to helpless to a slow pleasure-filled demise. 

I fell forward and unclasped the power belt from Damián, who lay lost in his own orgasmic bliss in front of me. I wrapped the power belt around my abs, above the Lady-Killer device. It was a calculated risk. The belt's multiplier might give me the strength to release myself from the contraption, but it would also multiply the affects of the Lady-Killer orgasms to ten times what I was already experiencing, possibly incapacitating me like it had Damián. 

"Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhhhh" I screamed as the intensity of the impending orgasm immediately skyrocketed. "Oh FUCK!" I screamed not aware this level of ecstasy was possible. I had to release myself from the device before the orgasm reached its climax or I would die here a happy superhero. I felt the strength of my power belt surge through my body, reaching the dexterity of my fingers as they worked to unbuckle the belt. "Yes, yes, yes!" I screamed, for the accomplishment of unbuckling the belt, but also from the orgasm pouring over me. With all my strength, I pulled the thick dildo from its imprisonment in my pussy, instantly feeling the relief of its intensity. I quickly untied my ankles from their captivity to the chair.

I looked over at Electra, paralyzed in shock by all that had taken place. She was confused watching Damián squirming on the floor, but so happy in his orgasmic euphoria. When she looked over to me and saw the determination in my eyes, she dropped the detonation device and started to run. Her preoccupation with self-preservation made escape a better option than blowing the place up. 

"Not so fast, you little shit," I said impatient after the events of the evening. With one leap I was on top of her and dragged her back over next to Damián's body as another load of his ejaculate sprayed us like a fountain. His naked body was covered with an epic self-bukkake coating. 

"Take your clothes off," I demanded, as I pulled her skirt down to her ankles with one yank. Her resistance was nothing against the restored super-strength I had with the belt. As I had suspected, she wore no panties. She took her top off, freeing her large creamy pointy tits. I told her to lay on top of Damián's slippery body, wrapping her lips around his dick while pushing her pussy against his face. I cleverly tied her ankles to his wrists with the ties Damián used on me, and then tied her hands behind her back, making it impossible for her to lift her face from his crotch. Damián's body began to tremble with the build up of another orgasm consuming his body. Electra gagged on his massive hard ten inches, and pulled her mouth off of him to get a breath.

"Did I tell you to pull off of him?" I yelled with a commanding voice. "Suck his dick! All of it!" I demanded. I slapped her bare white ass hard enough to leave a clear red handprint. She squealed in pain as she obediently wrapped her red lips back around his massive hard piece of meat and dropped her head to deep throat him. "Your lips only come off if I tell you to."

I lifted the massive lady-killer dildo still soaked with my cum in front of Electra's face. "You're going to love this, you little vixen. I hear it's to die for," I said. Electra's eyes grew big with fear and anticipation, as she dutifully kept her mouth secured around Damián's dick. I quickly strapped the belt around her tiny waist before planting the entire long thick super-dildo into her love canal. "Payback's a bitch," I said sarcastically before turning the device on to its maximum power. Electra let out a loud muffled shriek, as the device instantly began to rapture her pussy toward nirvana just as Damián unloaded another pint of cum down her familiar throat. 

Damián continued to tremble on the floor in orgasmic bliss, covered in a blanket of his own cum and his slutty girl-toy. The intention reversal was taking him for all he was worth. 

Although I was free of the contraption, my pussy still ached for relief after being tormented in such an epic way. I knelt down with my throbbing pussy over Damián's face, with Electra's gyrating ass in front of me. She was helpless to the first of many fast-approaching orgasms rocking her body as her stomach filled with Damián's cum. 

"Lick my pussy," I commanded Damián. I dropped my love box onto his mouth, forcing a decision to either suffocate under me or oblige. Damián's skillful tongue quickly went to work. "Lick me like your fuckin' life depends on it," I said, basking in the retribution. His tongue and lips moved masterfully up and down my pussy. "Fuck yes! Fuck yes!" I shouted as my power belt added to the heightened building of orgasmic bliss. I reached out and took hold of Electra's ass in front of me to steady myself as the approaching climax came with powerful force. Damián was helpless to my using him for my own vengeful gratification. In a moment of orgasmic and prideful pleasure for me, my pussy erupted with an earthshaking climax just as Electra's lady-killer device began to demand every ounce of cum from her, drowning Damián's face in the flow of our mixed cum. "Like you said, you son of a bitch, something right about you dying with the taste of my lips on yours." 




Goldie the Super Hero



Epilogue

When finished, I grabbed my mask and what was left of my top and quickly put them back on. I tied Damián's eight henchmen up securely before making my exit from the compound. I waited an hour before making a call to Chief Johnson, to let him know he can find Damián, his girlfriend and eight henchmen at the distribution center, with one more waiting for him at the abandoned warehouse. The delay allowed the intention reversal on Damián and the Lady-Killer device on Electra to have their full effect. When the police got there, they were shocked and amused by what they discovered. They had never seen anything like it. They were also grateful that an epic crime had been foiled. 

Damián's men sang like birds to get lighter sentences. Electra also gave him up, grateful for her pussy being rescued from Damián's death-by-pleasure device. She got the numbers of three of the handsome officers who rescued her. Apparently there is no loyalty among thieves.

Damián was still alive but disoriented and covered with his own cum when the police found him. There was so much of his own cum, they had no way to know the glistening on his face was partly from my epic orgasm blanketing him before I left. Doctors were unable to diagnose or treat his body's incessant orgasms, nor his compromised mental condition that left him rambling with sexually explicit outbursts. Due to the seriousness of his crime and mental condition, he was sentenced to life without the possibility of parole in a prison for the criminally insane. Damián's constant ejaculations made him popular among his prison mates who enjoyed taking full advantage of his condition. He seemed to be in a world of his own making, which was precisely the purpose of my parent's research and the height of my superpower ability. He would never again be a danger to society. I arrived home exhausted and ready for a good night's sleep. Tomorrow would be another day.