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Goldie the Superhero

By: erossmantic



Preface

I want to thank everyone for the positive comments and helpful feedback to Goldie's first two episodes. I am especially grateful for the insightful feedback and amazing collaboration with flirty_but_nice. Many of the characters in this episode come from her wonderfully bent and creatively erotic imagination. Check out her stories on this site as well. 
I encourage you to read Goldie's first episodes to get her backstory, however it is possible to jump in here. As we've seen in the past, Goldie is willing to use her super powers and body in any way necessary to stop evil. 



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. Most of all, I hope you enjoy this second episode of Goldie, the superhero.

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Chapter One

Pleasure and delight washed over me like a waterfall for how perfectly things had worked out. I watched Cliff's muscular warrior physique have his way with my nearly-naked body stretched out across the familiar expansive leather couch in the inner sanctum of his home office. The feel of his manhood deep in me provided unmatched arousal, but also contentment. We were safe in each other's arms, a safety that refused limits to our sexual exploits.

As you know by now, I am Goldie, the superhero. As a result of my parents' biogenetic research for military applications and their constant sexual attraction to each other, I was born with the superpower called intention reversal. Simply put, I have the ability to look into people's eyes, and while locking my eyes with them, reverse their intentions back onto themselves. It worked whether the intentions were good, or for evil. My parents always thought the world would be a better place if people got what they intended for others. 

My parents also realized this special gift they endowed me with could be used for crime fighting. I was trained in martial arts and suited with a power belt my parents created that amplified every biological ability and sensation by ten. The belt instantly gave me the ability to be ten times stronger, see ten times farther, hear ten times better, feel any sensation with ten times the intensity, and so on. Now in my late 20s, I am 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.

None of that uniform was on me at the moment, except for the power belt that allowed the multiplying sensation of Cliff's unbelievable sex. The ruggedly handsome Cliff Johnson is the city's chief of police. A few months had passed since Cliff and I foiled the diabolical plan of the mad-scientist Jozef to take over the city with his mind-altering serum. Since then, everyone felt safer knowing their police chief and I met regularly to brief one another in our shared commitment to fight crime. Some of those meetings took place in the privacy of his office at police headquarters; most took place in the intimacy of his home. While we actually did always spend a few minutes discussing crime activity in the city, the bulk of the two-hour meetings were always to fuck each other crazy. 

Cliff had used the last few months to rekindle his relationship with his trophy girlfriend Stacy. My use of the last existing drops of Jozef's mind-altering serum on Stacy gave him the fresh start they needed, while also altering her mind to feel ok, even encouraging of my platonic romps with Cliff. Stacy and I passed each other that morning when she left for work and I arrived for the morning's briefing. "Have fun," she said offering a wink in my direction. I felt deviously proud for how I had maneuvered the unique arrangement for everyone's benefit.

Cliff and I wasted no time getting down to business. "Oh yes," I moaned, lost in the pure physical pleasure of Cliff's hard fuck. Cold chills covered my body as another orgasm rose like a wave ready to break over me. My nipples tightened, reaching up tall, almost if trying to touch his muscular chest over me. My hands gripped the rich leather of his plush couch to hold myself steady from the impending seismic quake. "Oh gawd, oh gawd! I shouted. I drank in his seductive smile, and saw the satisfaction in his eyes for what he was doing to me. In a flash moment of brilliance, even without thinking, I impulsively locked my eyes on to his. My transparent blue eyes turned green, engaging my power of intention reversal, instantly reversing his earnest desire for my orgasmic euphoria onto himself. Cliff's body immediately began to convulse with mine in supernatural pleasure. His impressive dick responded like a fire hose, dousing my pussy with his sweet nectar. 

"Ohhhh ssshhhiiiittt!" he yelled. The power of the orgasm was beyond anything he had felt before, which was no small statement considering his sexual exploits and experience. He was lost in rapturous nirvana for several minutes, bringing me to repeated orgasms with him, one after the other. My pussy overflowed with the mixture of our cum. He proudly unsheathed his dick from my drenched pussy, and hosed my body with a blanket of his cum. 

Cliff's body collapsed onto mine as he gasped for breath. His mind was dizzy from the sheer orgasmic bliss, but also from the affects of intention reversal. I smiled from the pleasure of our shared ecstasy. 

After a follow up shower, taking our time to lather one another up and allow for one more casual pleasuring of one another, we went downstairs to brief each other on crime activity over a cup of coffee. We basked in the freedom of partnership in crime fighting and sex without the complexities of an intimate relationship. 

"What's the matter?" I asked, seeing a concerned look in his eye as we got down to business.

"Something strange is going on, unlike anything we have seen before," he answered with unusual seriousness, even for him.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's hard to explain," he started. "On the one hand, there is a strange series of attacks where people are being attacked and bitten late at night on city streets in the Upper East Side. ER doctors in hospitals there are describing strange bite marks. They said they look similar to human bites, but with two deeper puncture marks like..."

"Fangs?" we both said in unison.

"Yes," he continued. "Like fangs. It's almost like vampires, if they existed."

"Do they?" I asked.

Cliff looked at me with surprise. "Really?" he said. "You're not telling me you believe there are vampires out there, are you?" he asked with some surprise. "The world is strange enough already."

"Who knows," I said, not putting anything outside the realm of possibility.

"More likely its someone, or maybe a group out there all wrapped up in some kind of new fad or practice," he said dismissively. 

"Any pattern?" I asked.

"Just late at night in a part of town most people wouldn't be caught dead in at that time." 

"Another argument for vampires," I said with a smile.

"Funny," he said, not really amused. "Attacks are random, but increasing in frequency. They are mostly lone easy targets: prostitutes walking by themselves, people walking to their car after leaving a club, someone whose car broke down. Victims describe a strange feel and odor to the attacker, with more grunts than words. Women mention being groped and sexually assaulted in addition to being bit. The good news is that most have been able to fight their way out of the attack. The attackers seem determined, but somehow weaker and less developed. Of course, it's dark and hard for victims to see. Many of the victims are hesitant to say much. Prostitutes don't like talking to cops; people leaving clubs drunk don't want to suggest they were about to drive. They also wonder how much of their memory is clouded by their drunkenness." 

"That is strange," I said. "Any DNA?"

"Nothing," he said. "It has all come up empty. There is something else too," he added, his voice slowing as if unsure whether to share it.

"Tell me," I encouraged.

"We've increased patrols in the area and have had some strange sightings at night. Our officers don't quite know what to make of it."

"What are they seeing?"

"In a way, they look like people, but something is different about the way they move in the darkness. Neighbors hear sounds at night of screeching, almost like howling cats fighting, but different."

"Strange," I confirmed. 

"The other night, one of our officers drove up on a group of these zombie-like creatures approaching the street from an alley, chasing what appeared to be a lone woman in black leather who jumped on a motorcycle and sped away. Rather than chasing her, he focused on the six attackers. He turned his spotlight on and they scurried like roaches down the alley. Being alone, he chose not to pursue until he had backup. He watched as they stopped halfway down the alley to pick up what looked like a dead zombie whose arm and neck had somehow been broken, before disappearing into the darkness. When backup arrived, they found traces of blood and clothing, like there had been a fight, but no helpful evidence."

To be honest, the story was so strange that part of me wondered if Cliff was trying to pull my leg. If not, I wondered if he was confusing actual events with a bad dream he might have had after eating pizza and seeing an old horror flick the night before. 

"I know, it sounds strange," he said reading my face like a book. "I almost didn't say anything, worried you might think I was going crazy. We haven't said anything to the media, not wanting to cause undue alarm or panic. At the same time, people in that part of town are afraid. We have to do something."

"Let me see what I can find out," I said. "I'm not sure I believe in vampires and zombies yet, but I certainly don't want them, or anyone pretending to be them, having their way on our streets."

Chapter Two

Ghostly shadows blew in like a cold wind as the sun set behind the urban skyline, bringing an eerie pall over the Upper East Side of the city. Darkness fell that was more than the absence of daylight; the air thickened with the lurking of evil. Alley dogs howled as stray cats scampered for cover. Windows slid closed, doors locked. It was the perfect kind of night for Aurelia to satisfy her carnal needs. 

By day, Aurelia is a beautiful, intelligent, successful, yet very secretive businesswoman, behind the scenes owner of BloodWorks Laboratories. She works to stay under the radar by running the company through several ghost holding companies. However, staying under the radar can be difficult as a 5'8" 115-pound slender beauty, with a lithe, but athletic build with modest endowment. She has medium-length dark brown bob-style hair with striking enchanting green eyes, a wry smile and the voice of an angel. She is stunning.

As beautiful as Aurelia is in all her human features, she is a Gwardian. While a bit dark in their preferences, Gwardians work to protect worlds from interference or "unnatural" interventions by others. Like all Gwardians, Aurelia does this through her superhuman strength and speed, her supernatural ability to draw the life force out of others, and her ability to regenerate parts of her body wounded in battle. She has honed her strength and speed with the mastery of elite martial arts skills; she has harnessed her supernatural abilities including some extra sensory perception and telekinetic abilities. All of this is essential in her battle against intruding life forms. Of all the life forms on planet Earth, Aurelia is one of a kind, stranded on Earth centuries ago.

Reports of zombie like creatures in the Upper East Side provided the perfect opportunity for Aurelia to satisfy her carnal needs in more than one way. Gwardians renew their strength by drawing the life force from people, vampires, zombies or other mammalian-type beings. BloodWork's research inventory provides a morally acceptable supply for her to feed under the shelter of a legitimate laboratory. However, that can get boring, like going to the same diner every night for dinner. These zombie like creatures provide the ideal objects for recreational satisfaction. On the one hand, they are basically like mindless drones with limited brain function limited mostly to simply following rudimentary instructions, aside from their primal urges. They come out under the cloak of darkness to satisfy their own hunger for flesh, but their diminished mental capacity limits them to mostly basic primitive impulses. They are generally slow and easily out maneuvered. When encountered individually or in groups of two or maybe three, Aurelia's superhuman strength can easily enjoy and discard them for her own pleasure with little risk or moral guilt. Doing so also serves to eliminate the creaturely abominations, thereby keeping their existence out of the public consciousness and leaving one less thing for the city to worry about.

The second carnal benefit of zombie like creatures for Aurelia is their active libido. Like their primal hunger, such a zombie's arousal and lust for sexual release are driven by primitive urges. A passing erotic touch, word or glimpse is all that is needed to unleash the inner-sexual craving of these zombies. They are always ready, and this suits Aurelia well. Aurelia is a rare version of Gwardian, one of very few capable of reproduction. Her genetic wiring as a Breeder gives her an unusually high sex drive; however this drive intensifies exponentially during her oestrus cycles. When these unpredictable cycles hit, a Gwardian Breeder becomes enslaved to skyrocketing sexual desires and escalated hypersensitivity to stimulation. As her current cycle proves, Aurelia's erotic craving becomes nearly insatiable. 

Aurelia watched the sun drop behind the cover of the urban cityscape, opening the door to her night of pleasure. She mounted her elite Lightning electric racing bike wearing a stylish black leather vest closed with three buttons, a matching miniskirt, a skimpy leather thong, a short leather jacket zipped half way up and black ankle-style combat boots. Choosing to wear the skirt rather than pants would make it easier to quickly pleasure herself and be finished with the hapless creatures before more zombies might show up to possibly outnumber her. The rumbling of the strong machine roaring between her long legs added to her hypersensitive arousal as the bike raced down the mostly empty darkened streets toward the Upper East Side. Aurelia had waited all day long for night to come; she was ravenous in every way.

Growing fears in the Upper East Side left the streets mostly deserted at night, giving Aurelia more freedom to prowl unseen for unsuspecting zombie drones. Due to their limited mental capacities, these halfwits typically roamed in packs. The trick was to find one or two isolated from the rest to have her way with. She slowed the Lightening racer as she entered the outer edges of the Upper East Side. The roar of her powerful electric motor softened to a purr, allowing her to prowl with stealth. Her eyes scanned the urban terrain for any movement in the desolate streets and alleys. She knew most of the zombie packs would be found near the center of the eerie borough, distanced from the more civilized parts of the city. Her hunger and lust grew the deeper she moved into the desolate industrial breeding ground.

She rounded another corner as she neared the epicenter, and spotted two unsuspecting creatures roaming in the shadows of the street a half block away. "Perfect," she said to herself, with her characteristic wry smile. "Dinner and a show." She carefully scanned the street in both directions to ensure her enjoyment of these two specimens would be without interruption. She knew her pursuit involved risk; the street was eerily quiet. 

Aurelia stepped off the bike and parked it behind the corner, unseen from the street. Like a cat, she silently darted up the street to pounce on the two from behind. As she jumped them, she wrapped each arm around their necks, forcing the two to fall face first onto the pavement, with her on top. Aurelia smiled at the ease of taking the two half-wits down. She quickly stood up over them as both turned to look up at who tackled them, trying to stand up and defend themselves. Neither could miss the distraction of her beautiful leather-laced pussy unhidden beneath the short skirt as they lay below her.

POW! With a sweeping movement of her right leg, she kicked the first ugly creature in the face, the blow landing squarely on the jaw and throwing his body onto his back. BAM! She repeated the move with her other leg, duplicating the affect on the other victim. They both squawked from surprised fear and pain. Their heads spun disoriented.

"Shhhhh," she said, as she lowered the zipper to her jacket, revealing her barely covered breasts. "No need to get all banshee on me," she said. The primal urges of the two minions began to take over when they saw her beauty under the streetlight. The fresh soft meat of her creamy luscious body was better than either had ever seen or tasted. The hardening movement in their pants was undeniable. Lust mixed with vengeful pain as the two dizzied drones each became determined to overtake and enjoy their beautiful attacker.

Aurelia stood above the two hungry creatures, alternatingly pushing them down onto their backs with her feet as each tried to lean forward to stand back up. She was surprised that these zombies drones were of the vampire variety. Probably once hapless homeless rejects, partially turned by a powerful vampire or vampires into obedient, mindless minions. Despite this, Aurelia was feeling confident and in control. She bent over the first while he was still on his back to open and lower his pants for the prize she was after. He lunged forward in an effort to grab her body and to sink his teeth into her prime flesh. She raised her knee, easily making direct contact with his face, sending his head reflexively back against the concrete. As he fell back, his hands grasped up for her body. His clutch missed her, but his fingers hooked beneath the top button of her vest. The force of his fall backward pulled his hand downward, causing his fingers to slice through the threads of all three buttons of her vest. 

"Well, aren't you lucky," she said amused at his attempt and un-phased at her exposure. Her thick, naked nipples grew with her arousal. She gripped his bared stiff member with the superhuman strength of her hand, causing him to screech with both pain and pleasure. She loved the feel of a firm hard dick in her hand almost as much as she did the pleasure of one plunging deep within her. She quickly lowered her body on top of him, piercing her pussy with his steel-hard shaft, while at the same time sinking her small fangs into his arm to savor the life force from him. She was in a state of intoxicated ecstasy.

Distracted a moment by the pleasure of the first deep inside her, the second vampire zombie drone seized the opportunity to tackle her. The strength of his jump pushed Aurelia onto her back, on top of the other's legs, forcing her fangs' release. As she fell back, the first creature's dick remained planted deep within her. The attacking drone landed on top of her with his face buried in the center of her glistening cleavage. Hungry for her flesh and to overpower her, he instinctively captured one of her convenient breasts in his mouth and sunk his teeth into her mammary flesh.


Goldie the SuperHero Ch. 02



PREFACE

I want to thank everyone for the positive comments and helpful feedback to Goldie's first episode. It was my first experience writing a fantasy superhero story. I am especially grateful for the insightful feedback, generous editing and creative collaboration with flirty_but_nice. Her ideas and interaction have done more than just inspire my writing. I invite you to check out her stories on this site as well.

I encourage you to read Goldie's first episode to get her backstory. If you choose to jump into Goldie's adventure here, it will be helpful to know she has a unique superpower ability called "intention reversal." For reasons described in the first episode (related to her parent's research), Goldie is able to reverse the intentions of another person, causing them to experience what they intend for her. For example, if someone intends to harm Goldie by stabbing or choking her, her superpower reverses their intention, causing them to experience a disabling stabbing pain or constriction of their own throat. On the other hand, her powers can also be used to reverse pleasurable intentions. For example, if someone wants to make her happy or pleasure her to an ecstatic orgasm, she is able to use her gift to return the favors. She engages her power of intention reversal simply by locking eyes with another person. As they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul. 

Goldie's scientist parents also created a special "power belt" for her that multiplies every ability and sensation tenfold. When worn, she is ten times stronger, can see ten times better, experiences sensations ten times more intensely, and so on. When put on, the belt immediately adjusts to fit the wearer. Goldie wears the belt as part of her superhero uniform with a gold bra-like top and short gold skirt that gives her maximum freedom of movement, tall gold matching boots and a gold mask over her eyes to protect her identity.

As a tall, gorgeous, voluptuous, fit, young woman, Goldie is committed to using her super power of intention reversal and the physical enhancements of her power belt to fight crime. Of course, Goldie is the superhero name she uses to protect her real identity. However, Goldie is also discovering that being a superhero requires more than having special powers and equipment. Sometimes her greatest battles and vulnerabilities may be within herself.

In the first episode, Goldie saved the day, stopping the evil villain Damián from his plan to use nuclear terrorism to take control of the world. We also discovered Goldie is willing to use her body in any way necessary to stop evil. 

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 intensity of suspense and sex increase with each chapter.

 Most of all, I hope you enjoy this second episode of Goldie, the superhero.

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CHAPTER ONE

News outlets lit up with the story. The wicked plan of the malevolent scum ball Damián to steal nuclear material and sell it to terrorists was foiled. An entire gang led by the narcissist was found tied up for the police to pick up. His lackeys and bimbo girlfriend sang like birds to reduce their own jail time, while implicating Damián. As for him, Damián was out of his mind. The police found him mysteriously covered in his own cum, his body strangely convulsing from one involuntary orgasm after another while shouting outbursts of incoherent sexual expletives. He was sentenced to life in a prison for the criminally insane, where he will never again be a danger to society. If all of this wasn't enough, the biggest part of the story was that one person, Goldie the Superhero, saved the world. 

The ruggedly handsome Chief of Police Cliff Johnson stood proudly as a myriad of flashing digital cameras, audio and video recorders all jockeyed for position in front him. Reporters shouted questions, eager to hear their own voices when the press conference would most certainly be played on every media outlet around the country. Chief Johnson gushed in his responses about the sacrificial heroism of Goldie, touting my bravery and willingness to do anything necessary to thwart such a dastardly criminal. "Justice prevailed," he said. "We will all go to bed tonight knowing the world is safer because of the unaided heroic work of Goldie," he added with a glimmer in his eye.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't secretly wish his words about going to bed tonight were an invitation by him to personally show me the gratitude the city had for my heroism. I watched the impressive 6'4" blond muscular warrior maneuver his answers to asinine questions reporters are obliged to ask. He looked handsomely straight into the cameras with his no-nonsense steely blues while masterfully avoiding sharing any details under the guise it was still an "active investigation." He had one purpose for the press conference: to generously communicate a major crime had been solved single-handedly by Goldie the Superhero. My heart and head grew.

The irony of all the notoriety is that no one knows who I really am. For my safety and that of those around me, I have no choice but to keep my real identity hidden. In one sense, everyone knows who I am; in another, nobody does. It can be lonely being a superhero. There is no one I can sit down with over drinks after a hard day and vent. It also makes long-term intimate relationships impossible. 

However, I'd also be lying if I said the respect and notoriety I receive didn't make me proud. When I walk down the street in my recognizable gold outfit, normal citizens stare admirably, applauding and taking quick photos. When criminals see me coming, they most often either surrender without resistance or run. The community feels safer when I am around. Chief Johnson regularly fends off requests for me to speak or to pose for photo ops. People know he is the only one who has the direct number to contact me through an encrypted cell phone he gave me. He never bothered me with these requests, reserving his rare use of the phone to urgent matters. Like anyone, I like the feeling of being appreciated, needed and celebrated.

I was surprised to receive a call from the Chief on the dedicated phone a week after the arrests at the nuclear distribution center. 

"Goldie, this is Chief Johnson," his strong voice announced.

"Of course it is Chief," I said. "Who else would it be?"

"True," he said, recognizing the obviousness of his greeting. 

"What can I do for you Chief?" I asked sincerely.

"Actually, this time I'm calling for what I would like to do for you," he said. "I am grateful for all you do, and again for what you did last week in nabbing that fool at the nuclear distribution center. Thwarting that crime probably saved thousands of lives."

"It's my pleasure," I answered. "No need to do anything."

"I appreciate your generosity," he said. "I wondered if you would do me the favor of joining me for dinner tomorrow night. It would be a small token of my appreciation and the opportunity for us to get to know each other a little better for the sake of our crime fighting partnership. There is no other agenda."

I smiled as my mind raced through all the ways I'd love to get to know him better. "What do you have in mind, Chief?" I asked sincerely.

"There is a small French restaurant called Le Intime in the Old Town district of the city. Are you familiar with it?" he asked.

"I know where it is, but have never eaten there," I answered.

"It's wonderful. I know the owner. He has reserved a table in the back of the restaurant tomorrow evening for us to meet for dinner. We can enter using the back entrance from the alley to minimize anyone knowing we are there. 8:00?" he asked, assuming my acceptance of his invitation.

"Will it just be the two of us?" I asked hopefully.

"If you don't mind, my new girlfriend will be joining us too. For some reason she felt wary about me meeting a gorgeous super-heroine alone in the back of a dimly lit French restaurant," he confessed honestly.

"Thank you for the complement," I said with a blush he couldn't see through the phone. The attraction was mutual. "Smart woman," I teased.

Cliff smiled at my response. He had taken a risk to offer the flirtatious complement and was glad I played along. "8:00 then?" he asked again.

I normally would refuse to meet anyone socially or in public dressed in my superhero uniform, but an invitation by the police chief for the sake of our partnership enforcement seemed different. Although I wouldn't feel comfortable meeting him at the police station or in broad daylight, a clandestine meeting for a late dinner seemed like a good opportunity to get to know each other and build trust. "8:00 it is," I answered. 

I beamed with pride as I hung up the phone. His call and invitation made me feel respected. Don't get me wrong. I am secure in myself and don't need others to make me feel significant. However, one can't help the natural pride that comes from an unsolicited offer like this. His invitation and harmless flirtation made me feel pursued, almost like a schoolgirl asked out on a date. I also felt I couldn't pass up the opportunity for us to get to know each other better. 

To protect my identity, I decided to walk to the restaurant rather than drive. A simple look at my registration in my glove box by the valet after I step out of the car wearing my uniform would instantly expose my identity. My condo was only fifteen blocks from the restaurant in a newer part of the city more popular with young adults like me. It was also near my day job as a mild-mannered marketing analyst. While Old Town preserved the history of the city with wonderful long established shops and eateries, it also had its seedy streets that were unwise to be out on at night. As a young woman, I didn't spend much time in this part of the city. However, with the streets lit fairly well, and with my belt on, I felt completely safe. I tried to stay in the shadows to not call attention to myself, before darting into the dark alley behind the small restaurant.

Knock, knock. 

Francois, the owner of the restaurant, greeted me personally with his broad smile as he opened the back door. "Dépêchez-vous! Dépêchez-vous!" he said, hurrying me in. He stuck his head out the door to look both ways down the dim alley before closing the door. "Monsieur Johnson is right this way. Please follow me," he whispered energetically, waving his hand for me to follow. He was honored to host the surreptitious meeting. Classical French music played softly throughout the small restaurant. The walls were painted with rich colors, accented with elegant molding and decorated with large French paintings. Delicious fragrances of French cuisine filled the air.

Cliff immediately stood up when he saw me walk around the corner in my recognizable gold uniform. "Good evening," he said warmly, holding his hand out to offer a handshake. "I'm glad you could make it," he added. 

Despite his professional intentions, he held the handshake awkwardly longer than conventional. His eyes traversed the vision of my near-naked voluptuous body more closely than he had ever seen it. His direct eye contact with my gold mask moved down my golden curly locks to my bare shoulders before taking in my full round breasts barely covered by my gold top. After a brief but thorough study of my tits, he admired the sight of my firm abs above my legendary blue belt and tiny gold skirt. He finished his tour, gazing down the beauty of my long tan fit legs, finally finishing with my tall gold boots. Chief Johnson was almost always more professional than this when out in public. However, with testosterone coursing through his veins in a dimly lit restaurant for a casual dinner with a beautiful woman, his guard was understandably lower than usual. Despite all his power, he is still a man. Even the low light couldn't hide the signs of arousal in the front of his pants as he drunk in the sight of me like a rich smooth cabernet.

"Good evening," I said, standing patiently while allowing him to enjoy the full visual tour of my body. It only seemed fair after doing the same to him so many times whenever I saw him TV offering an official comment on some local crime. His gaze may not have been as long as it felt, but it was definitely longer than a usual handshake. I'm sure it felt even longer to his trophy girlfriend sitting awkwardly next to him.

"Huh hum!" she grunted, breaking the silence with a fake clearing of her voice.

"Ah yes," he said blinking his eyes to break the lustful trance. "It's nice to finally have a chance get to know one another Goldie. Do you prefer to be called Goldie?"

"That will be fine," I said, seeing no reason to reveal my real name.

"This is my girlfriend Stacy," he said with an uncomfortable gesture toward the gorgeous brunette trophy sitting at the table next to him. 

Stacy put out her hand, offering a confident game-face smile. She was used to easily stealing the attention of any man when she walked into a room, and then keeping it while she was there. The focus of Cliff's eyes and the undeniable movement in his pants meant she would be sharing the table with rare competition for her man's attention. It confirmed the rightness of her decision to accompany Cliff to this dinner. Stacy wore a simple but elegant shimmering almost-transparent silver dress with spaghetti straps that allowed for a plunging view of her beautiful grapefruit sized breasts. Her saucer-like round blue eyes offset her dark hair. She was stunning in her own right.

"Nice to meet you," she said with a quick shake of my hand without standing up. "Please have a seat," she said, more eager for Cliff to hide the embarrassing but impressive large snake moving in his pants than she was to offer me hospitality. Our private simple table for four was covered by a white linen tablecloth and tucked away in the dimly lit back corner of the restaurant. A heavy curtain that hung from the ceiling was pulled to shield us from view of other patrons in the restaurant. The table was set with beautiful French silverware for three, wine glasses and a bottle of one of Francois' finest imported red wines already opened for the occasion. Cliff sat across from me; his trophy Stacy sat on a side of the table between us. 

"Wine?" Cliff offered, picking up the bottle to top Stacy's glass off before tipping it slightly as a gesture in my direction.

"That would be nice," I answered as I took my seat. I normally would never drink when in my uniform or in public, to avoid any risk of compromising my ability to respond if needed. My power belt not only multiplies my strength and abilities by ten, but also every sensation in my body. This provides amazing benefits when alone in my condo with Max, my vibrator. However, it also multiplies the affects of alcohol in my system. Tonight felt different however. I was about to spend a quiet enjoyable evening with the chief of police and his girlfriend in a quaint French restaurant. It felt safe. It felt comfortable. And even if in the unlikely event I were called upon to stop a crime, my super strength and abilities would still be able to easily overcome anything I would face, even with a little buzz from the wine.

The enjoyment of the food, wine and conversation happened with ease, especially between Cliff and me. Stacy was comfortable, but ever on her guard to prevent anyone from trying to steal her man, or her man being tempted to stray. Two hours passed quickly, savoring hors d'oeuvres, salad, soup, entrees and decadent French pastries with ice cream for dessert. The conversation began naturally with crime and law enforcement matters in the city. However, the more time passed and wine flowed, the more things relaxed into casual conversation, laughter and harmless flirting. It felt more like old college friends getting together for a night on the town than a meeting of two crime fighters. Stacy worked to keep stride with the obvious flirtatious bantering between Cliff and me, fueled by the alcohol. She confidently used her skills of seduction to keep Cliff's sexual attention on her, while not showing any sign of jealousy from the flirtation. Stacy had realized quickly when she started dating him that female cops, reporters and fine citizens across the city naturally lusted after the attractive power and physique of her impressive boyfriend. There was nothing she could do about that. They could look and lust all they wanted, but every night made sure she enjoyed what everyone else could only fantasize about. 

Throughout the dinner, Stacy worked to keep his attention with an occasional gentle rub of his leg by her foot under the table, or by reaching over to his lap, sliding her hand across his inner thigh to give a gentle grab of his cock over his pants. Although being subtle, she made sure she was just obvious enough to guarantee I had no doubt of what she was doing. Each time she snuck a grab of Cliff, she made a point to smile at me as if to say, he's mine.

I had no problem with Stacy's intimate touches of Cliff during dinner; I even enjoyed watching it. However, it surprised me the first time I felt Cliff's foot covertly rub against the back of my calf under the table. He smiled nonchalantly as he discretely slipped his shoe off and caressed the back of my leg without Stacy knowing. At first, I was confused. Did he think he was caressing the back of Stacy's leg but accidentally found mine? But that didn't seem possible. He was caressing my right leg, and Stacy sat to my left. It was a gutsy move by Cliff with Stacy sitting between us. I realized his actions were offering a challenge as much as flirtation. I was convinced he would love nothing more than these two gorgeous women competing for his affection, preferably naked with him on a bed. For that matter, he would love nothing more than the two of us teaming up to fuck him right here on this table.

Encouraged by the influence of the wine and against my normal better judgment, I decided to play his little game. All three of us were more than a little tipsy. During the entrée course of dinner I pretended like I dropped my napkin on the floor. When I bent down to pick it up, I quickly slid the zipper down on my boot, freeing my bare foot from it's binding. As I sat back up in my chair, I gave him a devious smile as my foot moved under the cover of the tablecloth to reciprocate. However rather than reaching for the back of his calf, I slowly moved my foot up the inside of his muscular leg toward the prize.

Panic covered his face like a Rembrandt. He felt the immediate peril of what he had started. He should have known I never back down from a challenge, and I don't stop until I win.

I smiled and made some benign statement to Stacy of how beautiful she was and how stunning she looked in her dress. Stacy pride-fully took my words as concession to her sultry skills and ownership of Cliff. It was almost impossible for her to know that at that very moment my foot had found its mark and my toes were wrapping themselves around his rock hard cock through his slacks. Cliff tried to adjust his body to escape, but the force of my foot against his dick made it impossible. He knew if Stacy realized what was happening under the table it would ruin the night for them, if not the relationship. He had no choice to surrender to his dick's captivity.

I slowly moved my foot up and down his thick long shaft while maintaining my firm pressure against it.

"Oh shit," Cliff mumbled as the pleasure of my touch began its work.

"What's the matter?" Stacy asked.

"Oh nothing," he said, not wanting his words to give himself away. "I just realized there is something I need to finish," he said with a quick determined glance in my direction. "Another day," he said as a promise.




Goldie the SuperHero Ch. 02



"Anything I can help with?" I teased. My toes gripped his shaft with more resolve as I gently increased the pressure and speed of my foot's motion. 

I enjoyed watching Cliff vulnerable to my foot's massage right under the watchful but unsuspecting eye of Stacy. I kept up my distractive flattery with Stacy. 

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but your tits are perfect," I complemented, one girl to another. 

"Thank you," she said. "Cliff likes them," she boasted.

"I bet he does," I said. "What does he like most?" I dared to ask.

Stacy reached her fingers into her water glass and picked up a couple pieces of ice. "He loves this," she said as she rubbed the ice chips on her warm breasts. "But what man wouldn't?" she asked confidently. 

Cliff's eyes were fixated as she slowly rubbed the ice across her chest. My foot continued to massage his dick beneath. The visual and physical stimulation in the privacy of the curtain-drawn room began to be too much for him.

"May I?" I asked, reaching for a large piece of ice in my glass.

Stacy basked in having Cliff's undivided attention in front of me. "Please," she answered. "My tits are so hot right now," she teased.

Stacy moaned with pleasure as the ice delivered by my long fingers quickly created a small waterfall down the middle of her luscious cleavage.

"Want some?" she asked Cliff, as she seductively pushed a dainty spoon into the small bowl of ice cream between them.

Cliff's dick was quickly approaching an inevitable release from the erotic conversation and secret massage. Stacy had no intention of waiting for an answer. She took a small spoonful of the melting vanilla ice cream and poured it over the top of her breasts. "Mmmmm," that feels good," she said. "More dessert Lover?" she invited seductively.

The sight of Stacy's tits drizzled with the white cream and the movement of my foot beneath the table was sending Cliff to another place of consciousness. He instinctively leaned over and accepted the invitation to lap up the sweet cream from her tits.

"More?" she asked, pouring another spoonful. Her nipples immediately responded to the icy cold, pushing through the almost sheer fabric of her elegant silver dress.

I couldn't help but laugh inside at how comfortable the table had become. Stacy enjoyed having me watch Cliff confidently licking the last drops of cream from her tits, oblivious that I was secretly and skillfully massaging him off under the table. 

"You like that?" Stacy asked, seeing his face flushed as he raised his head, showing off an impressive milk mustache. "I say we go home and make this a real dessert," she boasted.

Cliff smiled, but could feel the rising orgasm growing more imminent. 

"If you'll pardon me," she said. "I'm going to excuse myself to the ladies room to clean myself off, at least until we get back to your place," she said with a wink. We both watched as she disappeared on the other side of the thick curtain, showing off her skimpy dress that barely covered her perfect ass.

"She is something," I complemented as I pressed my foot forcefully against his rock hard dick. With the strengthening aid of my belt, I gripped my toes around him harder and moved my foot up and down the entire length of his mammoth shaft with an unrelenting speed.

Because the table was in the back corner of the room, and Cliff's preference to always be able to see what is in front of him, his chair was pressed against the wall, giving him no where to move.

"Stop. You're going to make me cum," he whispered energetically, realizing his chair was trapped against the wall, and his dick was captive to the forceful grip of my foot.

"Yes I am," I said. 

"Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm going to cum."

"You're only encouraging me," I said with a playful sultry smile. "Especially the way you watched that ice melt off Stacy's gorgeous tits," I said. A lot like this," I said picking up two large pieces of ice from my glass and slowly rubbing them on my large firm breasts. "And the way you licked the ice cream off her skin."

"Oh shit!" he yelled, trying unsuccessfully to muffle his voice as the first thick load launched from his dick, filling his pants. Deep satisfaction flowed over me as I felt the wet warmth on my foot through his pants. My foot pushed up and down his long shaft with rapid speed. Every pass of my sole released another load contributing to the pint of thick cum filling his pants. Cliff leaned back in his chair against the wall. His body shook.

"Oh shit," he repeated when he felt my foot release his spent dick.

"Impressive," I said admirably.

"Thank you, but, ..." he started to say, concerned that Stacy would be back any second.

"Not you," I playfully chided. "Me. That was just impressive."

He laughed awkwardly. "How am I going to walk out of here?" he asked. The front of his pants continued to visibly soak up the thick load.

"Proudly," I said, "and with a napkin."

"You put me in an difficult place," he said. "When Stacy sees my pants full of cum..."

"Are you kidding?" I asked shrewdly. "As I saw it, it was her tits and cream that caused you to shoot your load," I said with a smile. "You tell her no one does that to you like she does, and she will take you home and use the rest of the night to serve up the desert of your life she promised."

"You're good," he said grateful.

"You don't even know," I teased, continuing to allow the wine to speak for me. "Although if I'm that thing you told Stacy you need to finish another day, I just might let you experience how good I am."

Cliff smiled with a determined look at the invitation.

"But as you said, 'another day.' You have my number," I tempted with a smile. "For now however, it's time for me to go so you two can enjoy the rest of your evening. Thank you for dinner. I look forward to our continuing partnership."

I reversed the path Francois had welcomed me in with and quickly ducked out the back door into the dark alley. The cool night air hit me in the face like a gentle slap. My mind and body buzzed, still tipsy from the wine. The belt had multiplied the alcohol's affect, giving me a pleasing delight. It had been a wonderful evening. I felt a deep contentment and satisfaction. I also felt indomitable. I mean, what other superhero can single-handedly overpower any criminal on one week, and covertly get the chief of police off in a public restaurant right under the nose of his vixen girlfriend, the next? My head puffed up with understandable pride. I felt invincible. 

CHAPTER TWO

I was on top of the world as I began my leisurely walk home. Dinner with Chief Johnson was productive in ways beyond what I imagined. The walk also started to sober me up. I was in no hurry. It had been a great night. I was on a roll. I basked in my pride. 

Urban night sounds serenaded the sleepy city with distant sirens, the beeping of night delivery trucks backing up and the pounding beat of rap music blaring from low-riding cars driving by. Public works maintenance in this part of the city was a low priority compared to the demands and influence of wealthier neighborhoods. Streetlights flickered. Alleys reeked of the stench of trash overdue for pickup. Lights in most industrial buildings were off for the night, further dimming visibility on the streets, and making the already dark alleys almost pitch black. It was well past 10:30. The only people out this late on these streets were either working or up to no good under the cloak of darkness. 

I made it only a few blocks before I heard a woman screaming desperate profanities down one of the shadowy alleys. There was a panicked fear in her voice.

Four executives of a small manufacturing company had brought in a high-end call girl to help them celebrate record quarter profits. Candy, if that was her real name, had a respectable day job as a paralegal, but moonlighted as an escort most nights to support her drug habit. She was expensive because she was unusually gorgeous like an elite model most men wouldn't normally have a chance with. She was a petite 5'6" slender blonde with hazel eyes and a body willing to do anything for the right price. She was also clean -- except for her fondness for cocaine. Parties that could afford her services usually had plenty of drugs for her to enjoy while entertaining her clients. She lived a Jekyll and Hyde life. She was able to sober herself up most mornings to function as a rising star among the paralegals in the downtown prestigious law firm, while at night making a quiet name for herself among high-end escorts. She was convinced the coke helped make it through the stressful work of her day job. In truth, for all of her acting during the day and at night, she was a wreck. She didn't know how much longer she could keep up the double-life. She lived on the edge. She tried saying no to the cocaine, but the drugs never listened. She knew one day her two worlds would collide and it would all come crashing down. But not tonight. There was too much money to be made with this gig, and too much coke to buy.

Candy celebrated with the four men in ways that exceeded their expectation, as she was known for. In gratitude, they paid her expensive fee with cash, plus a generous tip and a bonus of some cocaine she could take with her. She had earned every dollar and gram. She stuffed her money, coke, bra and thong in her purse, wearing only her thin white button-up top, short red leather skirt that barely covered her ass and four-inch stilettos for her short drive home. Her profitable night's work turned south the moment she stepped out of the offices onto the dark isolated sidewalk to walk to her car just several feet away. She made it only a few steps across the sidewalk before two Hispanic thugs turned the corner and discovered the unexpected gift of the beautiful woman clearly dressed to attract some serious action.

"Hey, hey, hey! Acabamos de encontrar algún ass!" one of them shouted just as she looked up toward the sound of their footsteps. 

"Hey bitch, let's party," the other shouted as both picked up their speed to cut her off before she reached her car.

"Fuck off," she said, in the toughest voice she could muster. She knew she wouldn't have much strength to fight the two men off after expending herself as thoroughly as she had the last several hours. She picked up her pace to try to reach the car before they reached her. She hoped they would get the message and leave her alone. No such luck.

Before she knew it the two men were on her and dragging her into the nearby alley between two tall buildings. The force of their grip caused her to drop her purse just inside the alley, its contents spilling out next to it. Both men realized they could come back for whatever might be there. They had something else they wanted to take from her first.

"Let me go you mother fuckers!" she yelled as her feet frantically flailed in front of her trying to push against the direction they were dragging her. One of her shoes fell off. She tried desperately to twist her body to somehow release herself from their grip, but was no match for their strength. 

The two men laughed as they carried their squirming prize deep into the hollow darkness like wild game carrying prey to a remote den to be devoured uninterrupted. "Ella es combative," one said laughing. 

Candy suddenly felt the front of her shirt ripped open by one of the men's strong hands as she continued to be dragged down the alley. The buttons scattered at their feet, exposing her bare tits to the darkness of the cool night's air.

"I like them feisty!" the other said. His hand reached down and discovered her bare ass under the small leather skirt. "Fuck yes," he said. He yanked the bottom of her skirt up over her ass to her waist, before unleashing a stinging slap on her perfectly rounded bare skin. 

Candy let out a shriek from the pain before screaming a desperate string of expletives that would make a drunken sailor blush. She knew what she had done over the last several hours with her four paying clients would be nothing compared the rough fuck these two thugs were going to steal from her. She just hoped she would live through the night.

Candy's assailants couldn't care less about her screams. They knew no one was probably around to hear her, and if they were, no one would be stupid enough to try to stop them in the middle of this desolate alley. This was their turf. Candy was the most fuckable new piece of ass either had seen in a long time. Her fight aroused them even more. 

Before she knew it, her shirt was ripped off and her bare back was pinned against the cold hard brick building. She realized her fight was now hitting only sweaty bare skin of her attackers. They had taken off their shirts and pants. They pressed their bodies against her. Their dicks were hard and ready. She felt her tits roughly sucked into one's mouth while the other wasted no time crassly impaling her pussy.

"Fuck yes!" he said. "Her cunt is soaking wet, ready for us," he said as he lunged his eight inches into her. It was impossible for him to know the lubrication in her pussy was residual cum from the four men who had her first.

Candy let out another desperate scream for help while also insulting her attackers' manhood and mothers. It was at this moment I happened to walk past the alley on my way home from the restaurant. I still felt a small buzz from all the wine, but alert enough to recognize what must have been going on. My suspicion was supported when I caught sight of the small red purse spilled just past the entrance to the alley. My power belt allowed my enhanced vision to see the outlines of three people about fifty yards through the darkness, halfway down the long desolate alley. It was clear two large men were attacking a single female. The alley reeked with stench, not just of trash in the dumpsters, but of two thugs about to get what they deserve.

"Time to even the numbers," I said confidently under my breath. "These two imbeciles won't know what hit them," I thought to myself. "What better way to end a perfect night out than to shut down a couple thugs on my way home? Piece of cake." 

My anger and confidence launched me down the dark alley with the speed of my power belt. By body tingled from a combination of the adrenaline, pride and the lingering affects of the wine. Before they knew it, the gold of my uniform flew like a strike of lightening in the darkness, as I launched into the air with a flying kick. POW! The assailant whose dick was deep into Candy's pussy suddenly looked up stunned from the sound of my approach just as the entire sole of my foot landed across his face. The sheer force of my kick sent him flying down the alley, dislodging him from Candy just as he was ready to fill her with his seed. I had no doubt he was certainly knocked unconscious by the blow, like the many others I had knocked out from one of my impressive kicks. It served him right. No one can get up after a direct hit like that from me. You're messing with Goldie.

That left one more. I turned to the other attacker who suddenly felt outnumbered. "You want to fuck a girl, then try to fuck with me," I said boastfully, as I unloaded a right hook across his surprised face, slamming his lumbering body back against the brick wall. POW! BAM! BAM! BAM! I followed with a series of hits, a left hook, right hook, another left across his face before burying a right cross deep into his gut. The thug doubled over, having no idea what whirlwind just hit him. I recoiled my fist back to land one final uppercut, certain to finish him off to knock him out until the sun came up.

POW! Suddenly, without notice, a crushing blow hit me across my jaw out of the darkness from the side. The fist of the first attacker smashed with the force of a train, hurling me like a rag doll to the ground. How could I let that happen? I had let my guard down. I arrogantly assumed I had knocked him out; my cocky inattentiveness gave him time to recover while I was finishing off the other scumbag. My head spun dizzily. I struggled to rise on my knees so I could stand up and get my bearings. I was disoriented from the sucker punch; cobwebs filled my head.

"POW!" His next uppercut hit me directly on the chin, sending my body backwards. My arms and legs scrambled, fighting for some kind of traction like a fighter struggling on the ropes in a ring. The two men instantly jumped me in my stupor, one straddling my body while the second held my legs.

"Take her clothes off," the one on top of me said. I squirmed, trying to use my super strength to get away, but my head spun dizzily like a top out of control. I watched as the one on me flipped open a large switchblade. I felt the sharp blade of the knife slice through the front of my top. The gold bra-like top fell open flimsily, rendering it useless. His strong hand took advantage of the opportunity, gripping of one of my breasts as if was a handle to hold me down. 

"You son of a bitch," I garbled in protest, as I tried futilely to squirm out of their grasp.

The hands of the other captor moved to my power belt, working to manipulate the buckle open.

"No, no!" I screamed. Even in my disorientation, I knew my chances for survival in this dark alley would plummet without the advantage of the belt. I fought and twisted under the weight of their bodies. I did everything I could to make it difficult to unfasten the belt in their determination to strip me naked. 

CLICK. The clasp unlocked. My belt opened and fell to either side of my body. 

"Shit!" I said as I instantly felt my power fade as the belt fell away from me. The attacker at my feet pulled it from under me and indiscriminately tossed it into the alley's darkness, having no idea what it was capable of. "Shit!" I repeated, virtually helpless as my skirt was being yanked down my long legs. My natural strength was nothing compared to these two large men. To make things worse, the alley was too dark to be able to get a clear view of their eyes to lock on for intention reversal. My inattentive arrogance left me naked, weak and vulnerable, no match for the gangsters' lust-filled vengeful resolve.

Candy couldn't resist seizing the moment for her escape. Her two attackers were preoccupied with me for the moment. The thought flashed through her mind to help me fight off the attackers, as I had for her, but realized she would be little help. We would both end up being fucked by these thugs. She also knew if she left, she would be abandoning me to whatever the men would do. Calling the police was out of the question. They would ask all kinds of questions that would put her secret identity and day job at risk. With the backs of the thugs turned away from her, she quickly scooped up what she could of her clothing before sprinting to make her escape. As she ran she realized she had also swept up my belt and decided to take that with her as she hurried away. She had no idea what she had just taken.

"You want us to fuck with you bitch," one thug said angrily, quoting my own words, "then that's what you're going to get." He yanked my thong, tearing it from my body. "Tú me perteneces."

"Fuck! I screamed as he plunged his hard eight inches into me, taking his anger out on me by the sheer force of his penetration. My mind raced as their large hands grasped every inch of my defenseless body. How did I allow this to happen? More importantly, how am I going to get out of this? I was captive and helpless to their primal lust. 

The attacker who had almost shot is load into Candy before I rudely interrupted him now knelt down and stroked his dick over my face as his partner continued to ride me ride me with fury. "Hurry up," he said. "I want my first turn with her." 

The muscular gangster fucking me refused to be rushed. He basked in the domination, and had discovered my cherry was ripe for the picking. It had been soaked from arousal throughout the long dinner with the chief. It had almost gushed with cum in the restaurant while I watched Cliff's helpless surrender to my erotic foot massage from across the table, filling his pants with his own Crème Brule. I had planned to go home and have Max finish me off. Now this thug was taking advantage of my perfectly prepared pussy. "Chingate!" he said to his friend, savoring the raw fuck for the unexpected gift it was. "You'll get your turn." They had every intention to use me all night before dumping me in one of the grimy dumpsters. 




Goldie the SuperHero Ch. 02



My head swam in the murky disorientation of the darkness. How could I have allowed my body to be taken like this? I fought for my life, but also fought the surprising illicit arousal. It didn't make sense, but nothing about this was rational. His manhood continued to pound my pussy into mesmerizing submission. Oh shit! It felt so good. My primed body was reacting in defiance of my mind's better judgment. The undeniable arousal from the rough sex was melting my will and resistance. As one who always had to be in control, there was something disturbingly erotic about being dominated. But this was wrong. I couldn't give them the satisfaction of taking me, but I couldn't resist the satisfaction of being taken. The overwhelming pleasure swelled in me like a tsunami. My pussy was falling prey to the stimulation of his thick member massaging my clitoris with each thrust deep into me. "Damn it!" Tremors began to rock my body. I was losing my fight to get free. I was losing my fight to hold back the escalating orgasm consuming my body. I was lost in lascivious ecstasy. My mouth opened as I gasped for air from the disorienting mixture of sheer fear and pleasure. 

Suddenly a flood of warm cum drenched my face and filled my open mouth from the darkness above me. "Drink it bitch," the one kneeling over me said as his cum poured over my face and tits like a faucet. I gagged, drowning in his hot thick juices. I could feel it coating my entire face like a mask. I instinctively swallowed the copious drink as I gasped for air. The taste of his forced thick cream down my throat caused my body to shudder into orgasmic bliss. An internal battle waged within me, desperate to drink the delicacy of his cum, while knowing I should spew it out like a fountain. The feel of the warm texture on my face and tits, the taste of the thick juices bucketing down my throat, combined with the forceful piston action of the other thug's dick in my pussy was too much to stop my impending orgasm. My hips bucked wildly; the erotic mutiny within me broke through and flooded my love box with cum. I moaned in rapturous defeat.

The second attacker was pushed over the edge seeing the contour of my face and tits in the mostly dark alley covered with the thick white cream of his partner, and the feel of his dick drenched in my cum. He drilled my pussy, determined to bury his seed. "Si! Si!" he shouted as his dick unleashed his load deep into me. "Ariba!" My surrendered body was filled with his cum.

I continued to buzz from my wicked orgasm, bathed inside and out with their thick creamy syrup. It was only the beginning of what I knew would be a long night being used over and over by these two hoodlums in this dark alley.

"Get off of her," the one standing over my head said. "It's my turn." The two men started to switch places, committed to conquer my body in every way possible before discarding me like a disposable whore.

The one between my legs pulled out, dripping his cum on my legs as he got up to make room for his partner. "Let's turn her over so you can take her pussy while I nail her ass.

"Oh fuck!" I said. As much as I normally love the feel of an impressive dick in my pussy, I have never allowed a dick of any size in my ass. As far as I was concerned, my beautiful pussy was made for one thing, my ass for another. I wasn't going to allow these two to change that without a fight. Adrenaline coursed through my body. I was desperate.

"Turn over slut," one of the men demanded as he forcefully worked to turn my body. I saw the flash of the closed switchblade used to cut my top off in his hand as I turned. With his mind distracted by his dick, I took my chance, quickly punching him in the throat with one hand while reaching for his switchblade in his hand. He fell over next to me on his back, gagging at the constriction of his esophagus, gasping for air. The other thug lunged at me as I whipped around to my knees. His hands gripped my throat. But then his eyes suddenly opened wide with surprised fear at the stinging pain in his crotch. I pressed the point of the opened long switchblade against his cock.

"Get your hands off me," I said with an angry voice of conviction while pushing the point of the blade against him. You do exactly as I say or I will run this blade from your dick to your chin, gutting you like a pig. Give me a reason," I said. "There is nothing more I'd rather do right now."

The tone of my voice and the point of the blade convinced him. He slowly pulled his hands back from my neck as I continued to push the edge of the sharp blade against his softening dick. 

"Lay on top of your friend," I demanded. "Your dick on his face and your face on his dick." He looked at me in disgusted shock. "Do it!" I demanded, "or I'll spill your guts on top of him, and then gut him to put him out of his misery."

He knelt down on his knees over his gang brother's face, who was still gasping for air. He obediently lay down, swearing angrily with a mixture of English and Spanish. I grabbed the belt from one of their pants lying next to us and quickly secured the arms of the choking man tightly around the waist of the man on top, making it impossible for either man to move from this position. 

I quickly stood up, trying to get my bearings. My face and tits were painted with one man's cum, my pussy leaked the other's down my leg. I picked up my gold skirt and useless top, desperately wishing I still had my power belt. Left to my own strength, I felt weak and tired. I quickly put my small skirt on and grabbed one of the men's smelly shirts to cover my tits. I decided to grab the rest of their clothing to take with me as I ran back toward the street where I entered. The men squirmed on top of each other as I left. I hoped they would be discovered by some of their gang friends, naked and their dicks in each other's faces. It would humiliate them for life. If the two men did find a way to get loose from each other, they would have to explain why they were walking around naked together. 

I had to find my belt. I had to find the call girl. When I exited the alley I looked down the deserted street to my left, and then to the right. The only sign of any activity was a parked car idling a half block up. It looked like a Prius. I ran as quickly as I could in hopes it might be the escort. If it was, I didn't want to startle her, causing her to drive away, taking my belt with her. If it wasn't her, then maybe they saw what direction she went. As the night had already proven, approaching anyone on these streets at night was filled with peril.

I snuck up from the back of the car on the driver's side, hoping the front door might still be unlocked. As I got closer, I could see from her reflection in the side mirror that it was her. I breathed a sigh of relief. All I needed to do was to get my belt from her and get out of there. 

Candy had frantically run back to the car after making her escape from the alley, picking up her purse on the way. She felt badly she abandoned me, but saw no other way. Fear, relief, panic, exhaustion and guilt all overwhelmed her. She had sat paralyzed from the terrifying assault, sobbing in the front seat of her car. She felt too shaky to drive, but had to get away. She was eager to get dressed and desperate for a hit to help regain her composure. She anxiously reached over to what was left of her clothes to quickly put on. It was then that she saw it. Wrapped around her torn shirt and small skirt was my blue power belt accidentally scooped up from the alley with her clothing. Curiosity overwhelmed her. She reached over and put it on. The moment she clasped the belt around her petite waist she felt the surge of power beyond anything she had felt before. "Oh shit!" she said, feeling a bit like a machine that had just been powered up. The belt gave her needed strength, but also the realization how defenseless she must have left me in the alley without it. She quickly put on what was left of her top and pulled her tight skirt up her fit legs.

Candy's composure quickly began to return with the help of the belt, but she was still desperate for a hit. Her body shook with fear and panic. She was convinced one line of coke would make everything better. She frantically dumped her purse on the seat next to her, strewing its contents, including the small bags of coke. She struggled to open one of the bags. Her shaking hand worked to carefully pour a straight line across the back of her hand. 

It was just as she leaned down to inhale the high that I opened her driver's side door, catching her by surprise. I reached in to pull her out of the car, hoping to prevent her from driving away with my belt. 

Candy panicked in fear for her life. It all happened so fast. She had no idea who had opened her car door. She didn't know if the thugs were coming back for more, or if different attackers were coming to get what the others had missed. With the way things had gone ever since leaving the party where the four men had paid for her services, she didn't care who it was. She was going to fight for her life. Her determination was fueled even more by the anger of losing the hard-earned line of coke off the back of her hand when she was pulled from the car. She came out of the car swinging and kicking wildly.

I never saw or expected the first punch. I suddenly found myself reeling backward from the forceful hit. The dainty helpless whore I had rescued from the dark alley was suddenly fighting as if invincible. I quickly turned to regain my balance just as I felt her foot bury a swift kick deep into my gut, knocking the wind out of me. I was already weak and defenseless after being stripped and fucked before fighting my way from the gangsters in the alley. "What the...!" I garbled as I tried to suck air into my lungs. I couldn't believe this was happening.

As Candy turned to launch her fist toward my lowered face, her button-less shirt flew open, exposing her breasts, but more importantly, my power belt around her tiny waist. "Shit," I said, as I worked to quickly dodge the punch that would certainly knock me out with the multiplied power of the belt. I felt and heard the whoosh of her fist pass my face. She had my power; I was grateful she didn't have my moves.

I ran around to the other side of her car, to try to get away. She quickly pursued. Even though I wasn't a threat like the thugs, she still didn't want anything to do with me. If I discovered who she was, and knew what she did to support her drug habit, she was certain I would become a threat to her skyrocketing legal career. She would do anything to protect that, even if it meant kicking my ass and leaving me for the vultures lurking the streets to have their way with me. 

"Leave me the fuck alone," she demanded. 

"Just give me my belt and let's both get out of here," I said, trying to reason with her. I ran to the driver's side of the car. She kept up her pursuit.

"That's not going to happen," she said. "You walk away and leave me alone, and I won't kick your ass," she warned. "I don't ever want to see you again."

"That's my belt," I said. "Give it to me," I demanded. Her fear made her ruthless. I ran back around the car to the passenger side. I grew frustrated. I was used to being the pursuer, chasing people down. I never like to run from anyone or anything, but I had to play my cards well. One bad punch from this bimbo with her new found power from my belt would lay my nearly naked body out cold on this dark dangerous street. I opened the passenger side front door to create a barrier to slow her down. I realized if I can make it back to the driver's side, I can jump in, close the door and drive it down the street. She would have my belt, but I would have her car. It seemed like a fair trade. I sprinted around the front of the car, aiming for driver's side door. My body felt lethargic and slow.

Rather than following me around the front, Candy slyly reversed her direction, darting around the back of the car with unprecedented speed, beating me to the driver's side. I focused my attention on reaching the door while looking over my shoulder to see where she was behind me. I didn't realize she changed directions until she crashed into me. The force of her blow knocked me on my ass, exposing my bare pussy still dripping cum from the assault in the alley. I felt pathetic.

I tried to jump up quickly. My body felt weary and slow. Candy seized the opportunity to take advantage me. I suddenly felt the bottom of the large shirt I stole from alley pulled over my head from behind. I couldn't see anything. The shirt covered my eyes; my tits were completely exposed. For the first time since being taken, Candy felt in control. She smiled at her enjoyment of her power over me and anyone else who would try to bother her. I felt the sudden sting of her slap across my large tits, already sore from the abuse they took in the alley. 

"Don't ever come near me again, or I will end you," she said. She landed one more punch into my gut and pushed me down on my ass before jumping into her car and speeding away. 

I fought my way out of the rancid t-shirt, feeling completely defeated, as I lay beaten and exposed on the side of the street. "What kind of superhero am I?" I wondered. I was tired, sore and spent. An ungrateful unknown high-priced escort had just driven off with my power belt. Who was she? How do I get it back? I pulled the vile shirt down to regain some semblance of modesty. 

It was time to call it a night and go home. I hurried my pace to get home safely. Anyone, or any gang could easily be waiting to take advantage of a defenseless woman stupidly walking these dark streets alone at night. I hung my head. Any other cries from dark alleys tonight would be on their own. I had nothing else to give. 

A half block down the street I noticed something unusual in the street. The streetlight shone on it like a dim spotlight. The last distraction on this walk home cost me dearly. I hesitated to give it any attention. It would be wiser to stay in the shadows than to walk out in the middle of the seedy street under a streetlight this late at night. There was something about it that drew me. Was it a trap? Could I risk another act of arrogant carelessness? I pressed myself against a dark wall and watched both directions on both sides of the street for any movement that might expose a snare. I weighed the risk of staying in the shadows of the desolate street in the middle of the night and quickly seeing what fluttered in the light breeze in the street. Seeing no one, I darted out into the street to see what it was. It looked to be a small pile of personal affects: a brush, a couple small plastic bags filled with white powder, a small piece of paper with a handwritten address, and a driver's license. It wasn't just any driver's license. I couldn't believe it. The photo on the driver's license was of the ruthless escort. The address on the small piece of paper was of the business she had been called to on this industrial street earlier that night. When she drove away in such a rush, some of the contents that spilled from her purse flew out of the open passenger side door before it closed from the speed of the car.

Had my luck finally changed? I quickly picked up the items and studied the driver's license. Her real name was Candy. More importantly, she lived only a few blocks from my condo. I ducked back into the shadows of the street and hurried toward the direction of my home -- and hers. Holding her identity in my hand gave me renewed energy and hope. I hurried to the address of her upscale apartment complex and lurked patiently across the street to watch for any surprises. She had easily beaten me by wearing my belt when we were on the street; she would have even greater advantage in her own neighborhood.

I spotted her car on the street a block down from her building. I quickly crossed the street and slowly approached the car from behind. Something didn't seem right. I took a step closer and saw what was left of a line of white powder on her dashboard. Her small red purse was still strewn on the passenger seat next to her, with money and small zip lock bags filled with white powder. Candy was lost in euphoria, leaning back in the driver's seat. Her button-less shirt lay wide open, her breasts completely exposed to those passing by. She was still wearing my power belt. 

When Candy had arrived home from the eventful night, she was dying for her long-overdue hit of cocaine. She didn't remember when she was more ready for it's euphoric steadying affects. She decided there was no reason to wait until she got up to her apartment. She needed it now. She poured the new line of coke on the dash of her hybrid and quickly inhaled it for its reward. She had no idea the power belt would cause the affect of the drug to be instantly multiplied by ten. The drug surged through her body. Teetering this side of an overdose, she was incapacitated in the most intense high of euphoria she had ever experienced. 

When I realized what had happened, I quickly opened the driver's side door. Fortunately her hasty desperation for cocaine had been a bigger priority than locking the door. I swiftly reached in and unclasped the belt, wasting no time returning it back to my waist. Candy's body instantly began to relax off the high, but I knew it would be hours before she recovered an awareness of who she was. I pulled the lever next to her car seat, causing the seat to fully recline back. I covered her with a blanket from the back seat and left her there to sleep it off until she was sober enough to make her way inside. I kindly left her driver's license and other personal items in her purse, but relieved her of her drugs.

I walked the short three blocks back to my place reassured. I dumped the gangsters' clothes, switchblade and Candy's cocaine in a nondescript trashcan along the way, closing that unexpected chapter to the night. 

In the quiet safety of my condo, I ran a hot shower and a bubble bath. I stepped into the shower to rinse my spent body inside and out. Once clean, I poured a glass of wine and then submerged myself into the soothing bubbles of the hot bath. 

It had been a long unexpected night; tomorrow would be another day.

CHAPTER THREE

The dedicated superhero phone rang much too early the next morning. My mind was groggy; my body ached from being manhandled by the thugs in the alley and the beating I took from Candy. It all seemed like a dream -- dinner with the chief a wet dream, the rescue in the alley a nightmare. I moaned as I reached toward the annoying sound of the phone on the nightstand, trying to find it while keeping my eyes closed. The drawn drapes at least helped to keep most of the sunlight out. I felt the cool touch of the sheets against my naked skin. I must have moved straight from my late night soothing bath into bed before falling deep into my well-deserved slumber.

"Good morning, Chief," I said. It was impossible to hide the lethargy in my voice.

"Sounds like someone had a night as late as mine."

"You don't know the half of it," I said. "So you had a late night?" I asked.

"Let's just say that when I told Stacy all the cum in my pants at the restaurant was just from licking cream from her tits, she was determined to see what she could get from me when she really tried."

"You're welcome," I said. "And what can I do for you this morning?" My voice was intentionally seductive. I wouldn't mind taking the playful games from dinner the night before to the next level.

"We have a situation," he said, his voice sounding serious and urgent. "We need your help."

"What's up?" I asked. The earnestness in his voice began to wake me from my stupor.

"It's too sensitive to talk about over the telephone, even our encrypted dedicated lines," he said.




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"Sounds serious," I said.

"It is. No matter what we do, these people stay one step ahead of us. I need to meet with you in a secure location," he said. 

"Tell me when and where, and I am all yours," I said, smiling at the obvious seductive insinuation of my commitment. As much as Stacy enjoyed him all last night, I took some pride and pleasure knowing I got him first in the private back corner of the French restaurant.

"My home is the only place I am absolutely confident is secure," he said. "I'm not even sure about my office at police headquarters," he added. "I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important."

"OK Chief," I said, recognizing the sincerity in his voice.

"When can you be here?" he asked, giving me his address.

I looked at the clock. It was just past 8:00. "I can be there in just under an hour," I promised.

"The sooner the better," he said.

I pushed the button on the call box outside the large wrought iron fence surrounding his lavish downtown Victorian home promptly at 9:00. Security cameras provided constant surveillance of the property. The gate buzzed and opened to let me in. Similar security features were required for entry into the ornate front door.

"Welcome," he said, as I stepped through the large doorway into the imported marble floored entry. He greeted me with another professional handshake as he had the night before, taking time again to enjoy the curves of my toned body, this time in the comfort of his own home without the jealous glares of his watching girlfriend. His smile was warm and genuine. "Thank you for meeting me here. Want some coffee?"

"That'd be great. Stacy here?"

"No," he said with a curious smile. "She left for work an hour ago. We're all alone." 

My body tingled. I realized his early morning call must have come the moment she stepped out the door for work. 

"Does she know I'm here? Is she OK with us meeting here alone?" I asked with playful boldness, remembering my mischievous capture of his dick by my foot in the restaurant the night before.

"No, to your first question," he answered directly as he handed me a cup of coffee, "which makes the second question unanswerable." We both knew what it would be if asked.

As sore as my body still was from the night before, my stomach fluttered with sexual tension.

"Mind if we meet upstairs in my personal study?" he asked. "I want to make sure our conversation is private."

"Lead the way," I answered genuinely. I followed him up the rounded staircase. He gave me a quick tour of the expansive upper level, filled mostly with guest bedrooms. The spacious master bedroom suite spread out for almost a third of the level, complete with a luxurious sprawling master bath of marble and glass and a wide balcony overlooking the front yard of the lavish Victorian home. An inviting antique iron king-size bed stood prominently in the center of the room with elaborate designs worthy of royalty. 

Cliff's plush personal study was filled with dark woods and leather furniture. The large desk dominated one half of the room, with two comfortable overstuffed chairs and a small table arranged in front of a large couch on the other side. A picture window overlooked the exotic gardens in the back of the property. Bookshelves surrounded the room, with the exception of a large screen television across from his impressive desk. There were three doors in the room, one to the main hallway, one to a small private bath, and one with direct access into the master bedroom suite.

Cliff invited me to join him at the comfortable couch and chairs across from his desk. There was a shared awkward sexual tension choosing where to sit. With the two chairs next to each other, conversation would be uncomfortable. It seemed natural for one of us to be in a chair across from the other on the couch, or for both of us to sit on the couch. After last night, we both knew what we'd like, but the professional nature of the meeting made sitting across from one another more prudent. As we sat down, I watched as he visually undressed me. He had a new appreciation for just how little there was to my uniform. I took the opportunity to do the same as we made polite small talk. He made it easy for me with him wearing only a tight Under Armour black shirt that fit tight across his ripped chest, with tan khaki slacks. The slacks did little to hide his obvious arousal from his detailed investigation of my curvaceous body. 

"What can I do for you Cliff," I asked genuinely. I knew he called me to his home to talk about serious criminal activity, but the woman in me couldn't help being distracted by the amazing specimen of this man. The sight of warrior sitting so close, the smell of his cologne, made me wet with desire. I couldn't imagine anything more intimate than a secret rendezvous alone with this man in what felt like the inner sanctum of his spacious home. Our meeting would be intensely private and secure, necessary to discuss the urgent concerns weighing on him. Anything said or done between us would remain secret. We both felt safe. We both also knew the secrecy of this private meeting was ripe with temptation.

Cliff pulled a few papers out of his briefcase and got right down to business. "We are seeing a sudden spike in strange crimes being committed by people who have somehow been brainwashed. It's unlike anything we've seen. It's almost like your power of intention reversal, but on steroids. They are finding a way to get into people's heads. We need your help."

"What do you know about whoever is doing this?" I asked.

"Hardly anything. They are elusive, like ghosts. But they left a threatening message."

"What did it say?" I asked.

"It was cryptic. It says 'the city will be mine: the gold of the city's superhero, the silver of the city's badge and the bronze of the city's gavel.'" 

"Does that mean what I think it means?" I asked sincerely.

"We think it may be a threat on you, me and the mayor. I thought you should know about it, but I also hoped you could help us."

"Thank you Chief," I said. "Any patterns to the spike in crimes or the victims being brainwashed?"

"There are," he said as he spread the papers in his hand out on the small table between us. He turned the papers upside down to him, so they would be facing right side up from my perspective.

"Let me sit over there so it will be easier to go over the details," I suggested.

"Thank you," he said.

I walked around the table and sat down next to him on the couch. We both felt the seriousness of the discussion, but also the sexual energy between us when the side of my bare leg pressed against his as I sat down. We spent the next half an hour discussing the patterns and details of the strange case. The conversation was laced with occasional glances into one another's eyes, his admiring glimpses down my cleavage and mine of his lap.

"This is very concerning," I said. "But, I believe if we work together proactively we can get whoever this is," I added confidently. 

"I do too," he said, "and I've experienced what your proactivity is capable of," he added with a smile. We both knew he was talking about me taking him after dinner the night before in the elegant French restaurant. My stomach fluttered with nervousness as we awkwardly looked at each other while sitting so closely. The chief broke the shared tension by leaning over to give me a light kiss on my lips. I returned the kiss. It was a moment we both hoped for.

The first kiss moved naturally into a deeper more passionate one. His strong arms wrapped around me into a full strong gentle embrace. One of my arms reached around him while my other hand caressed his stone-hard chest and abs. I moaned softly and melted into his arms as his lips caressed mine. I slowly moved my hand down his abs to his lap, not only for the pleasure of feeling his impressive member in my petite hand, but also as a way to give permission for him to take this as far as he wanted to go. With the power of my belt, I pressed my hand against his pants and squeezed his dick with meaningful force. Cliff moaned in delight.

The message of my willing desire was clearly received. It was just the two of us. We shared a connection in crime fighting, but because of that, we shared an unspoken connection of safety and trust with one another that fueled our forbidden passion. Our responsibilities in the city meant there were very few people either of us could feel completely vulnerable or naked with. For this shared moment, we were all alone in the sanctity of his fortress. I was his guest. My kiss and touch communicated I would gladly give him anything he wanted, and so would he for me.

Cliff dropped his outside hand from around me, moved it down my chest and to my legs before sliding it under my knees. With one swift movement, he stood up, his strong arms sweeping me up with him. I took his rugged face in my hands, continuing our passionate kiss as he carried me through the door into the master bedroom suite. We both gladly knew there would be no stopping what was about to happen.

He lowered his arm, allowing my feet to stand as we continued our kiss in the spacious bedroom between the bed and the picturesque window. I instantly felt the release of my top as his large hands masterfully unclasped it from behind. The tightness of the top released like a slingshot between our two bodies pressed against one another, causing the top to fall to the floor between us.

Feeling the loss of my top was all the permission I needed to follow his lead and begin to strip him of his clothing. I promptly reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. Feeling my firm soft breasts pressed against his chiseled chest soaked my pussy with arousal. My hands instantly moved down to the front of his pants, quickly dismantling them with urgency and letting the slacks fall to his ankles. He was wearing no underwear. He had anticipated and hoped for this moment. 

As much as my foot had discovered the impressive stature of his dick through his pants the night before in the dimly lit restaurant, it could not have prepared me for the awesome beauty of his manhood I had just unveiled in the bright sunlit bedroom. He watched my eyes widened with pleasure at the sight of him. "Oh fuck yes," I said as I reached down with both hands to try to take hold of the readied monster of delight. Cliff gently kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, treasuring the moment.

"My turn," he said. I felt his strong hands move gently down my body toward my tiny gold skirt. I ran my fingers through his hair as his lips caressed my tits. His slow unrushed methodical movement was driving me crazy. He was treasuring every moment, moments we had both secretly fantasized about many times. He captured one of my inch-tall erect nipples with his teeth, sending wondrous stings of gentle pain through my body. I dropped my head back in euphoric bliss at his masterful touch. His long fingers slid under my skirt, lowering the small piece of gold fabric and tiny thong over my tight ass, allowing them to fall past my tall boots, exposing my shaved moist pussy. Gawd I wanted to fuck him. My body buzzed with anticipation. I felt the slow simultaneous decent of the zippers on my boots until they stopped at the base, before each one was removed as if the prince was removing the glass slipper from Cinderella. I felt lost in a magical world. 

Cliff ran his long fingers up my tingling body as he stood up. I was almost as naked as him. All that remained was my power belt around my petite waist and the small gold mask over my eyes. Cliff looked deeply at me as if asking for permission as his hands moved gently to the clasp on the front of my belt. I seductively bit my lip and offered a gentle smile. "Do it," I said. 

CLICK. Cliff's hands unclasped the power belt and gently lowered it to the floor at our feet. I instantly experienced the power of the belt leave my body. Although my knees were weak with fanciful lust, I felt wonderfully strong and confident in the safety of our intimacy. Cliff then did what I had never allowed another person to do. He lifted my mask from my eyes. He stripped me completely naked. I had never felt more secure or lost in bliss-filled wonder.

He led me into the soft silk sheets of his massive bed where we made love to each other with long, slow savoring passion. I felt like a little girl in a fairy tale, a teenage girl on her first date and a voracious young woman all at the same time. It was as if the room spun. My body was completely surrendered; I basked in being his. I had always envisioned fucking Cliff to be rougher, but beginning so tenderly with me drove me crazy in the best ways. His physique was muscular and solid; his touch was gentle and impassioned. In the safety of his fortress, this warrior I had wanted for so long had unmasked me, and now was taking me over and over. He wasn't just having his way with Goldie the Superhero; he was making love to Jennifer the lust-filled woman. 

We took a brief break to savor a light snack and catch our breath. Neither of us saw any reason yet to get dressed. 

"You are fucking amazing," he complimented.

"You're not so bad yourself," I said, seductively finishing the banana.

"How far are you willing to go?" he asked as if he had something on his mind.

"What do you mean?" I asked. We both knew that we could never date each other in an ongoing serious relationship. It would be too risky. It would compromise both of our abilities to serve the city as crime fighters or maintain our objectivity if one of us was at risk. "You know we can't turn this into..."

"I know," he interrupted. "As much as sometimes I want to. It would be too complicated. But there is nothing that would keep us from enjoying each other on the side like this, with no strings attached," he added.

"True," I said with a satisfied smile, agreeing to a new wonderful mutual suggestion. "Kind of like 'fellow crime fighters with benefits.' I'm sure Stacy would love that," I added playfully.

"Not so much," he said. "She is a bit on the jealous possessive side. It's probably best for her and us if we keep this our little secret."

I smiled in agreement.

"And so, how far are you willing to go?" he asked again.

"Why do you ask?" I asked seeing the twinkle in his eye. Before he was able to answer I added, "I think we are either all in or not at all. As far as I'm concerned, the benefit of our arrangement is anything is possible, no holds barred."

"Anything?" Cliff asked with genuine pleasure.

"Try me," I dared.

Cliff held up two pairs of cushioned handcuffs and blindfold. "These seem appropriate for us in our profession, don't they?" 

I smiled a large devious grin. "Yes they do," I answered with complete trust. His suggestion would take our relationship to a new level. "I'd love nothing more than to put them on you right now," I teased.

"That's not exactly what I had in mind," he said. "You're the bad girl that needs to be cuffed and rehabilitated."

"Oh am I?" I answered undaunted with a confident smile. "I'm so bad, you don't have a prayer of rehabilitating me," I said with a seductive laugh. Before he knew what happened, I took the cuff hanging from his hand and slapped it around his own wrist. "See?"

"Wait!" he said, impressed I got the jump on him.

"Now, I'll go first," I asserted, closing the cuff tight. "When I'm done with you, you'll have no choice but to arrest me for felonious sexual assault. I'll have to surrender myself to your personal custody, and willingly submit to your every requirement of my incarceration."

"You are insatiable," he said. 

"You don't know the half of it," I answered. I instructed him to stand with his back against the bed's iron footboard. Cliff did as I asked. His dick began to regain its arousal in anticipation of what I might have planned. "Nice," I complemented. I stretched his cuffed right hand high above him to his right before cuffing the other end to the bed to secure him there. I then clasped the other cuff to his left ankle and stretched it to his left, cuffing the other end to the bottom leg of the bed. Cliff's naked body was now standing and stretched out for my full-unhindered enjoyment. I held up the blindfold with a villainous smile. 

Cliff's muscular body was pressed against the large iron footboard. I seized the opportunity to climb the iron structure like a jungle gym before lowering my pussy down on his rock-hard dick. I pushed my feet through the holes of the iron design to wrap my legs firmly around him.

"Oh damn," he said, realizing what I was doing. "You are fucking amazing!"

Like an acrobat, I wrapped my body around him and the iron structure to fuck him for all he was worth. The feel of his dick deep inside me was magical.

"You are a fucking amazing whore!" The magical fantasy was suddenly crashed by the unexpected sound of Stacy's voice screaming. "I fucking can't believe this!" she kept screaming, enraged as she stomped into the room seeing me wrapped around her naked blindfolded boyfriend like a pretzel, unable to tell where one body began and the other ended.

"Oh shit," Cliff yelled, instantly recognizing her angry voice. He squirmed to get loose, unable to free himself from the kinky confines.

"Oh gawd, oh gawd, I thought you..."

"Weren't supposed to be here?" she yelled, finishing my sentence. "Was at work?" she continued to yell. "If you are going to fuck a superhero behind my back, you should be a cop enough to know it would be smart to at least answer my calls or texts, so I don't wonder if something is wrong!"

"Wait!" Cliff yelled. "This isn't what it looks like!" 

I've always wondered why people say, "it's not what it looks like," when caught in infidelity. Two naked bodies wrapped like pretzels in unbridled erotic pleasure is exactly what it looks like. I fought to untangle myself from Cliff and the iron, but struggled to get free. Cliff was cuffed to the bed and had no hope of freedom until I could unravel myself from the clever sex position.

"You fucking son of a bitch," she yelled, not directing her words at any one person, but to each of us. She continued to scream a string of explicatives for longer than her breath should be able to allow. In her rant, she found both of our clothes in a pile where we left them between the bed and the large picture window. She picked them up and angrily threw them out the window. "Apparently you don't need these," she squawked. The clothes fell two stories before landing strewn onto the front lawn. Stacy continued to scream as she ran out of the room and toward the front door sobbing uncontrollably."

"No, no, no!" I cried out, still frustratingly trying to free myself from the iron structure. My hands let go of the bed, causing my body to lie back, hanging upside down on top of Cliff. His still-hard dick pressed against my upper back. If it weren't so serious, it would be comical. I wiggled to get my feet free, causing my body to drop to the floor, and scurry to look out the window for my clothes.

"Damn it!" I said. 

"Get me off of here!" Cliff yelled desperately.

I suddenly looked down again and saw Stacy rummaging through my clothes and then pick up my power belt as she looked up at me in the bedroom window. She had always been oddly attracted to the unique fashion of the belt.

"No, no!" I yelled.

My desperate pleas were all Stacy needed to hear to confirm her decision to take the belt with her.

"Shit!" I yelled, as I ran to chase her.

"Wait! Get me out of here!" Cliff yelled, still chained to his own bed.

I ran down the stairs and sprinted naked outside to his front lawn in broad daylight. I grabbed my clothes as quickly as I could and put them on, not taking the time to put my boots on. I ran down the street and saw Stacy standing at the end of the long city block, waving down a cab. One stopped and she jumped in.




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I quickly waved down another cab and told him to follow the one three cars up. "Don't lose them!" I said, "or you don't get paid."

The cabby stayed close to the yellow mark and followed him to an apartment complex a mile away. I quickly tossed some cash at him and entered the complex just as the elevator doors closed with Stacy inside. I watched the elevator until it stopped on the fifth floor.

"Wonderful," I said, frustrated. "I can't believe this has happened twice in 24 hours." I quickly ran up the stairs to the fifth floor.

Meanwhile, in the familiarity of her own apartment, Stacy began to regain her composure. Emotions of rage, sadness, grief, and betrayal consumed her. She tossed the power belt across the room in anger. "What does she have that I don't have?" she asked herself, wanting to direct her inquisition to Cliff. "Stupid superpowers." She looked over again at the belt and walked over to it. She put it on out of curiosity, instantly feeling the surge of power course through her muscles and body. "Whoa yes! What a rush!" she said, suddenly realizing where my superpower strength came from. "I had no idea. This belongs to me now."

There was an immediate knock on her door.

"Whose there?" Stacy asked.

I instantly recognized her voice, confirming I found her apartment among the many on the fifth level.

"Management," I answered, with a lie.

"Fuck you!" she yelled recognizing my voice.

I opened the door, grateful it was still unlocked, and closed it behind me. Then I realized she had my belt on.

"Not so much of a wonder woman without the belt now, are you?" she said with an evil voice, as she began to circle me in the room like a wild animal whose easy prey had just wandered unwisely into her den.

"Look Stacy, I'm sorry. We never meant to..."

"But you did," she answered. "It doesn't matter what you didn't mean to do. It only matters what you did, just like it only matters what I'm going to do now," she added.

"Come on," I said. "I know you're angry," I said, trying to reason.

"Hell has no fury like a woman scorned," she quoted as justification for her intentions. 

"Look, just give me my belt," I asked, "and I'll leave."

"Fuck you," she said. "The belt belongs to me now," she said. "It's not my fault you left it laying there on the floor while you were fucking my boyfriend."

She was irritating me. "It's not my fault your boyfriend called, begging me to come over this morning the moment you left the house," I answered. I realized the moment I said it, I should have kept my mouth shut. They were words spoken out of frustration. They also became fighting words.

Stacy launched across the room in attack mode, tackling me. Our bodies flew through the air, crashing into the couch, causing it to tip over backward, spilling us out behind it. I scurried to my feet as she reached for my ankles, easily whipping them into the air with the strength of the belt, tripping me face first into the floor. Stacy stood up as I scampered again to my hands and knees trying desperately to get to my feet. Stacy kicked my ass from behind with all her strength, slamming my body into the wall in front of me.

"Shit," I said. I had to get up. I turned just as Stacy launched another kick. I luckily swung my hand around to catch her foot and push it away, knocking her off balance. Her eyes pierced with evil vengeance. 

She leaped across the room almost as if her legs were springs, making it impossible to get away. She tackled me again, taking me to the floor. She straddled my body, raising her fists to unleash a beating. I reached for anything I could to gain some defensive leverage as I tried to turn to get away. The first contact my hands made was with her blouse. My fingers gripped the delicate material as my body turned, hoping to force her body off of me. Instead, the thin fabric tore off her body, providing no leverage at all. She was completely topless. I was left holding what was left of her limp blouse; she was left wearing only a skirt and my power belt. 

"You want to play that way?" she said as she forced me on my back, pinning my arms under her knees. Ripping her top off only made her angrier. Her grapefruit sized breasts danced over my face. I bucked trying to pry my way loose. She slapped me across the face with vengeful force, and then yanked the bottom of my gold top up over my large breasts. 

"Shit!" I said. 

"Then we'll play that way," she said, slapping me hard again across the face. My head spun. Stacy used my opportune wooziness to quickly turn me over on my stomach before straddling my lower back. Her strength with my power belt was too much for me to overcome. She pushed my face down with one hand while easily unclasping the back of my top with the other. She smiled as it sprung open.

"Shit," I said again. 

"We're just getting started," she said as she yanked the gold fabric from underneath me and threw it across the room away from us. She reached behind her and lifted the bottom of my short gold skirt, exposing my petite thong. "This will be easy," she said as she grabbed the material between my ass cheeks and pulled with all her strength. I screamed as she ripped my thong from my body.

THWACK! She quickly pulled the wide decorative belt she was wearing over her own short leather skirt and lowered it like a whip onto my ass behind her. My body writhed in pain. THWACK! THWACK! She beat my ass with the belt. 

I tried in vain to try to scramble out from under her, my arms and legs flailing for traction. THWACK! She whipped me again. I squealed from the beating.

Her arm rose again for another blow to my reddening bare ass with the belt. Realizing her balance would be off only for a moment at the top of her swing, I bucked my body, pushing my ass up as hard as I could. Stacy flew forward over me, falling on her face. Like leap frog, I jumped on top of her. The two of us rolled around on the floor, bare skin sliding against bare skin, blows following blows in a vicious catfight. I pushed her off to run, she reached to try to grab me. She missed, but her fingers hooked my gold skirt. The skirt skid down my long legs as I pulled away, until it tripped up my ankles and sent me flying forward into the small coffee table. She smiled at my predicament, now stripped of everything but my mask.

"Damn it!" I said, scurrying again to try to get to my feet. Stacy stood up, ready to pounce. Without the decorative belt, her own skirt struggled to stay up over her tiny waist and ass. It slid down her sweaty body like a fireman on a greased pole. I discovered she had no panties on. She had started the day wearing no underwear, with a plan to surprise Cliff for a little lunchtime romp. The surprise was on her. She kicked her skirt off unaffected, determined to take me down. Damn she was gorgeous; damn she was angry.

"I'm just getting started," she seethed. 

We were both stripped of all our clothes, except for the prized belt still around her waist. Stacy had the advantage. She had the strength of the belt, and I was exhausted from fucking her boyfriend all morning. I sprinted through the small dining room and into the kitchen, looking for anything I could use to defend myself. She knew I was trapped and followed me with confident resolve.

"Damn it!" I said again, feeling like an ensnared animal with no way out. All I could see was a newly opened five-pound bag of flour sitting on the counter. I picked it up and threw it at her as she entered the kitchen, hoping to catch her off guard. The throw was weak, not getting near the speed or force I would have with the belt. "Is that what I've been reduced to?" I thought to myself, seeing her easily catch the pitiful volley. Some of the flour poofed from the top of the bag, covering her sweaty body and face. 

"You throw like a girl," she said, raising the still mostly full bag. She fired it back at me with the force of a major league pitcher.

"Shit!" It came at me too fast to get away. The bag hit me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and sent me flying across the floor. The force of the impact caused the bag to burst open, completely coating my wet sticky body in flour. I was dizzy, laid out on the floor, gasping to catch my breath, and white as a ghost. It was pathetic.

She dove on top of me again, beginning another catfight I was certain I would lose. She used the advantage of the belt, weakening me by landing several first blows. My arms and legs flailed, hoping to make contact with her any way I could. My hand connected with her bare breast. I gripped her tit in my hand and twisted, forcing her body off of me, so I could scurry on top to try to get some kind of advantage. She shrieked.

Unfortunately my action reinforced the strong message that all gloves were off in this fight. We were battling for our lives. She quickly reciprocated the move, grasping one of my tits with the force of the power belt. I yelped in pain as I saw the normal pale color of my tit turn purple under the pressure of her hand's vice grip. Her other hand quickly moved down between my legs straddled on top of her. I suddenly felt two fingers, then three, and then four forcefully fill my pussy, with her thumb pressed firmly against my clit.

"Oh shit!" I yelled, as she lifted me over her using her simultaneous grip of my breast and love box, easily hurling me off of her. I slowly scampered to my feet, as she rose to hers. Hell's fury from this scorned woman was handily kicking my butt. I darted back through the dining room in an attempt to get away. She quickly pursued, tackling me around the knees before I could reach the door. I tried to crawl away, but to no avail. She reached up and captured each ass cheek like handles in her hands and pulled me back toward her.

She easily overpowered me again, turning me over onto my back. She mounted me to finish me off once and for all. Her fist coiled back for the final blow.

"Wait!" I said, defeated. "You win. You win. I'm sorry Stacy. Look. No more fighting." I dropped my hands out to my sides, making me completely vulnerable. "I promise to do anything you tell me. If you tell me to never to see or have contact with Cliff again, I will do it. You tell me to not even remember him anymore; I will forget I ever met him and never look back. I promise. You have my word," I begged.

Stacy was unconvinced. Everything in her wanted to finish me.

"Look into my eyes, one woman to another," I pleaded. "Tell me what you want me to do. If you are not convinced by the sincerity in my eyes when I agree to do whatever you ask, then finish me off. I will not try to stop you. Otherwise I will walk out that door and do exactly what you ask."

Stacy pondered the offer. Her hands were sore from beating on me. Her apartment was being destroyed by our battle. Her sweaty naked body covered with flour sat on mine. "OK, she said angrily," looking into my eyes. "I want you to never see Cliff again, for any reason. Forget him. Forget me. You have never known either of us. If I ever see any sign of you again, I will kick your ass."

She stared into my eyes to see my sincerity. My intention reversal powers engaged, turning my transparent blue eyes green. Stacy's eyes glazed over as my superpower caused her demands for me to be reversed onto her. She suddenly had no knowledge or memory of Cliff. She had no recollection of who I was. Without any memory of Cliff, she also suddenly had no memory of why she was sitting naked on top of an unknown naked woman wearing only a mask, covered in flour in the center of her own apartment that was in complete disarray. 

I took the opportunity of her disorientation to reach up and unclasp the belt from around her waist. I yanked it off and threw it across the room.

"Oh fuck! What's going on?" she said, looking around her, feeling suddenly weak, disoriented and embarrassed.

"I'm not sure," I answered, glad the intention reversal worked. 

"I must have blacked out," she said, completely bewildered. "What are we doing?" she asked confused. "Who are you?"

I just smiled, waiting to see what would happen next. 

"I'm sorry, but I'm not really into girls," she said, suddenly feeling awkward that her naked body had mine pinned below her. Nothing made sense for her. It was like she woke up in a weird dream or from a bad high.

"You sure?" I asked playfully. "Even a little curious?"

Stacy blushed. "If I was, I'm sure I'd be into you," she said trying to find a diplomatic way out of the awkwardness. "But no. I'm so sorry."

"No worries," I said. Stacy got up self-consciously, looking for her clothes.

"I'll just be on my way," I said, quickly putting my clothes back on, especially my recovered belt. "Maybe we can have drinks some day," I said.

"Um, yeah," she said, utterly confounded.

"I'll let myself out," I said, grateful as ever for my intention reversal superpower. It had transformed a scorned woman carrying out hell's fury into an embarrassed host confused why she was naked and covered with flour in the middle of the day with another woman.

I caught a cab and returned to Cliff's house. His gate and door were still open from my quick escape. His clothes were still strewn in the front yard. I picked them up and closed the door behind me, securing us in, before returning upstairs.

"Whose there?" Cliff called out, completely defenseless to anyone who might be an intruder. He had managed to remove his blindfold in my absence. He was angry that I left him stranded, helplessly cuffed to his own bed.

"What the hell just happened?" he asked. "And what happened to you?" My body was still covered in flour and other marks from my battle with Stacy.

"I am so sorry I left you," I explained. "Stacy took my power belt. I found her at her apartment. I had to use intention reversal on her to keep her from killing me, and to get my belt back."

"Is she OK?" he asked out of genuine concern. He doubted Stacy would ever want to see him again, let alone work through their relationship after discovering the two of us in such a compromising position.

"She's OK," I answered. "Just a little confused. The good news is she has no recollection of discovering us fucking each other today. The bad news is she also has no memory of you at all." 

"What the hell? Are you serious?" he asked, in shock. "You erased my relationship with her?

"Consider it a favor," I said offering a different perspective. "You pretty much annihilated your relationship when she discovered us. I just gave you a fresh start. You have no explaining to do. And now, because you already know her so well, you have everything you need to sweep her off her feet again."

"Damn you're good," he said, impressed.

"You're welcome," I said. I unzipped my boots and kicked them off. 

"What are you doing now?" he asked.

"Finishing what I started," I said with a smile. I removed my top and then seductively lowered my skirt down my long legs. 

"But this time I'm going to finish what I started."

CHAPTER FOUR

Cliff and I used the rest of the afternoon and evening to finish what we had started in the morning. We were both insatiable. The vital partnership we had forged was taken to a new level.

As I left that evening, Cliff reminded me of first reason he invited me over so early that morning, the urgent threat on both of our lives, the mayor and the city. "We have to find and stop these guys," he asserted. "We can't have people brainwashing victims and committing crimes. We've never faced a threat like this. Be careful out there."

"Thank you Chief," I said. "Don't worry about me. I'll look into it and get back to you. Keep me posted on anything you find out." 

"Thank you Goldie," he said. "I will."

I slept like a rock that night, a blissful rock. The quiet morning allowed me the fantasy of reminiscing the day before with Cliff. I could still feel the memory of his muscular body around mine, and the aroma of his masculine cologne. I also felt some residual soreness from Stacy kicking my ass. It would be a day I would never forget. I had no idea it would all pale in comparison to what was about to happen. 

My naked body lay tired but satisfied across the bed, covered only by the cool crisp sheet. I took in a deep breath and tried to wrap my groggy mind around the strange happenings in the city and the threatening note Cliff told me about. My mind wrestled to engage, but my body begged for more rest. 

"Hello Jennifer," a deep masculine voice intruded my haziness in the sanctuary of my bedroom, "or should I call you Goldie?"

I startled awake. My eyes opened wide in fear. I sat up quickly. I saw an outline of a man sitting in the shadows of my bedroom chair staring at me. 

"Who are you? How'd you get in here?" I tried to muster as much strength and command in my voice as I could while feeling suddenly vulnerable. I pulled the sheet up over my naked body. My heart pounded like a bass drum.

"That's the least important question or concern you will have today," he answered with calloused coolness. 

The darkness in the room limited my visibility. "Who are you?" I demanded again.

"That's a bit more important, but unnecessary," he answered.

I reached for my belt from where I always leave it next to my bed. Even if it were the only thing I had on, it would be all I need to overpower this intruder, whoever he was.

"Looking for this?" he asked with an arrogant soft laugh as he stood up. I could see the silhouette of the tall thin man holding up what looked like to be my power belt. "Here, let me put it on. I've always wanted to do this." 

"Damn!" I said, all too familiar with what that would mean. He was wearing my belt, and I was wearing nothing. He felt the power course through his muscles as he stood over me: I was helpless beneath him. My mind raced. Who is this? How does he know about my belt? How does he know my name?

"Shit. Who are you?" I repeated. 

He calmly walked around the bed and pulled open the drapes. Sunlight filled the room like a bright spotlight. My retinas fought to adjust to get a clear view of the assailant. He picked up a chair and placed it in the middle of the spacious bedroom. "Come. Sit." His words were calm but insistent.

"Fuck you," I said, refusing to hand the intruder control in my own bedroom, especially when I lay naked under the sheet. I studied his appearance, as he stood undaunted in the sunlight. I hoped for something that might help me to recognize him. He was about 6'3" with a lanky fit body like a runner. He looked distinguished but average with blue eyes, wire-rimmed glasses, a long narrow nose and medium length dark hair with very slight signs of graying above his ears. His lankiness accentuated long features to his body with a long face, long arms, legs and noticeably long hands. He wore a simple dark pullover shirt and slacks. I was certain I had never seen him before.

"We'll get to that," he said with a smile. "There are two ways we can do this, the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is with your full cooperation to come sit in this chair. The hard way is what I will do with the power of this belt to put you in this chair. That will most certainly involve pain and un-pleasantries for you that will make you wish you had simply cooperated. Your choice."

I looked around the room for a way of escape. There was nothing near me I could use as a weapon to defend myself. Naked and weak, I also knew I would never make it to my bedroom door, let alone the door to get out of my condo before his new-found speed and power would pounce on me. Even if I did make it outside, how far could I get with nothing on? I tried desperately to lock eyes with his, in hopes of getting the upper hand with my powers of intention reversal. His eyes darted around me, almost as if purposely avoiding eye contact. "Damn," I said, feeling defeated. I knew as well as he did, that with him wearing my belt, one way or another, I would end up in that chair. I pulled the sheets with me as I began to move out of the bed.




Goldie the Superhero



"Shit!" she said feeling the strength of his mouth's canine-like grip plunging into her. She couldn't deny the danger nor the pleasure of the stinging pain. "A little jealous, are we?" Aurelia asked as she coolly coiled her fist back and released a crushing blow to the center of his face. His mouth automatically opened with a screech of pain, releasing her petite tit, while his hands flailed out of control in an attempt to grab at her. She could feel her Gwardian regenerating healing powers begin to instantly close the gaping bite wounds to her breast. Aurelia grasped his neck in her strong feminine hand and began to squeeze with her superhuman strength, making the passage of air impossible. As she held his neck with one hand, she sat up and shot another blow of her fist like a canon to his face. His limited mind spun like a top. He dropped nearly unconscious, across the chest of the drone below her. 

The two halfwits were no match for her well-honed Gwardian strength. "How opportune is this?" she toyed as she opened his pants and exposed his still hard cock. "Nothing like a buffet of two of you at the same time," she added with smile before dropping her mouth over the long broad drone dick begging for attention. Her pussy returned to its determined fuck of the first minion beneath her. "This night has started out more nicely than I had imagined," she thought to herself bemused by their resilience.  

The two abominations moaned, as Aurelia simultaneously used her body to draw every ounce of their cum from them, while also using her precision fangs to drain both of their life force. 

Aurelia's pussy was electric. Every pass of the drone's rough dick massaged her clitoris and pounded her love box, bringing her exponentially closer to desperate climax. She relished the overwhelming feeling of erotic power and control, using these inferiors for her own primal pleasure, while at the same time keeping society safe from the abominations that they were. 

"Oh fuck," she said enraptured as the warm stream of the first creature's cum poured into her. It pushed her over the climactic edge. Aurelia's body succumbed to her own first torrential orgasm. She struggled to stay quiet as the climax rocked her body with seismic thunder. The drone in front of her followed suit, flooding her mouth with his hot cream. Aurelia gagged by the unexpected sheer volume. She pulled her head back desperate for breath. His hose continued to spray, painting her face and tits. Aurelia drained the two dry, devouring their cum and life force. 

She stood up victoriously satisfied, leaving the two used-up bodies in a lifeless clump in the middle of the street. She started to pull her leather closed over her tits; her skin was decorated with white zombie cum. She licked her lips ready to stroll back to her motorcycle in search of more to devour. The night was early, and she was just getting started. Just as she turned, twelve hands of six vampire zombie drones abruptly seized her from behind. They had approached quietly while Aurelia was preoccupied with being filled by her first two victims. 

Each in this new herd of drones was already aroused. They watched her fuck the other two as they approached. Seeing her all-but-naked body, in addition to their already carnal hunger for her flesh, fueled their determination. 

Two of the creatures grabbed one arm, while two more grabbed the other, slamming Aurelia back against the brick wall. Her head whiplashed against the wall, sending her into a delirious daze. The other two moved in, grabbing at the soft flesh of her breasts, stomach, ass and legs. 

As strong as Aurelia was from her feeding, she was unable to overpower six gritty drones. Her head throbbed with pain. "Shit!" she yelled as she felt their hands lifting her skirt and ripping her thong off her sublime body, then working to yank her jacket and vest off in one swift movement. She realized yelling might only call more of the abominations from the dark shadows to enjoy the feast. She was seemingly helpless as one of their hands moved up her legs to take her pussy captive with his long fingers. The six laughed at the discovery of the lavish prey they were intending to devour.

Aurelia tried to focus her attention to find a way to free herself. As much as she strained, she was unable to prevent them from having their way with her. She felt their hard dicks pressing in on her in search of any opportunity to penetrate her exceedingly desirable body. "Damn it!" she thought as she fought, frustrated that she allowed her insatiable cravings to put her in such a dangerous, vulnerable position. 

She felt the sudden stinging pain of drone teeth sinking in to the tender flesh of her breasts, ass and leg. She was like a piece of meat dropped into a barrel of piranha; she also felt her energetic life force beginning to drain from her. Despite her growing concern, a strange, depraved arousal gripped her. As much as she began to be petrified for her life, she found the erotic captivity by six sex-starved creatures to be disturbingly arousing. Her irrational excitement was no doubt from being a Gwardian Breeder in the heat of another long oestrus cycle. Whatever the cause, she could not deny nor suppress the stimulation that mixed with growing fear.

Aurelia's adrenaline shot through her system. The creature in front of her tried to move in to take a bite out of her neck, determined to finish her off as she had done with the other two beasts. Aurelia resisted by lunging her head forward with a head-butt, colliding the top of her head with his nose. The creature reeled back in pain. As he fell back, another stepped in his place, forcing his dick deep into Aurelia's wet pussy, pinning her to the brick wall. The six were devouring her from the inside and out. 

Aurelia continued her fight by springing her knee up, crushing it into the groin of the drone crudely fucking her. He screeched in pain. She repeated the action, hammering his crotch with agony. He keeled over in pain from her knee's assault while another showered her with his cum and three others ravenously gnawed on her tender flesh. She struggled to battle the groping assault of six at one time. She could feel her strength draining with every bite, weakening her resistance to their carnal lust and hunger, and her increasing feel of submissiveness. They pulled on her body, determined to lay her down on the cold hard concrete and finish her off. She fought valiantly to remain standing while cold chills of fear and arousal covered her body.

In desperation, Aurelia raised her right foot and kicked the shin of one of her assailants. He shrieked in pain. She raised her left foot and repeated the action with one of the grunts on the other side. She raised her right foot again, causing the drone still in pain from her first kick to let go of her arm and hop back to avoid being kicked again. That just left one creature holding her right arm against the brick wall, while savoring her right breast. She unleashed her kick on him while managing to overpower his strength to free her arm. As he fell back like the other, it gave the opportunity for Aurelia to punch one of the halfwits on her left while also shoving her knee into its crotch. She had now temporarily wounded all six, but they kept coming at her in their relentless determination to finish her.

Aurelia seized the brief opportunity of her freed arms and legs to unleash a colossal defensive martial arts assault. She was determined that it would be them, not her! The last thing she was about to allow was her life to end for the carnal pleasures of a few worthless vampire zombie drones, certainly not without a fight. If anyone's lust was going to be satisfied, it would be hers. 

With the torrential whirlwind movement of a Tasmanian devil, Aurelia unleashed her arms and legs on them like a tornado. It was the opening she needed to take back control. She was weakened by all they had drained from her in their brief assault, but she knew her Gwardian strength and skills would at least allow her to be able to escape, if not take down all six attackers. In her mind, there was a huge difference between them using her for their pleasure, and her using them for hers. 

In only a few seconds, three of the drones were piled unconscious on top of one another. Now it was just a matter of overpowering the last three and using them in the ways she had intended. There was something so erotic for her about turning the tables and taking out her lustful vengeance on those who had been so close to taking her.

"Are you fuckers ready for more of me?" she tauntingly asked as she took a determined step toward the last three. She felt her body beginning to recover and regenerate from the deep wounds of their united assault. Despite Aurelia's seemingly growing strength and confidence, the drones weren't ready to walk away from the gorgeous prize that had wandered into their den. 

*** 

Police Chief Johnson had asked if I would prowl the streets to see if I could figure out what was going on regarding the strange sightings. I started in the area of the Upper East Side that one of his officers had encountered zombie-like creatures. Cliff's words echoed in my mind: "Goldie, we need you. Something's going on that is beyond us." I had promised I would do whatever I could to find out what was happening and would do whatever it took to put an end to it. 

As I turned the corner, I saw what looked like a gang of three attacking a sole woman. As I looked more closely, I realized it was more like one on three. Under the dimly lit streetlight, the one woman was easily overpowering and kicking the shit out of the three. I saw a pile of other bodies lying lifeless next to them, and two more stacked further down the block. I realized the nearly naked lady in black had no intention of stopping until she beat the life out of them. I had to do something. I wasn't going to allow the street to be piled up with corpses on my watch.

***

The woman was so focused on finishing the final three, she didn't see Goldie coming. Goldie jumped her from behind, sending both of them to the ground. Just as the two women fell, the three strange creatures took a step toward the battling felines to take advantage of the new opportunity. They were suddenly glad not just for one gorgeous vixen to consume, but two. Goldie and Aurelia both jumped up with such speed and force that the three drones backed up. Goldie was able to get a closer look at the strange creatures, confirming what Cliff had told her about.

Goldie's glance to study them left her vulnerable only for a moment to attack. It was all Aurelia needed. Angry at this unknown woman's intrusion, Aurelia unleashed a wicked kick to Goldie's abdomen, knocking the wind out of her. 

Goldie gasped for air as her doubled-over body flew backward while chastising herself, "Damn it!" She knew better than to allow such an opening.

As far as Aurelia was concerned, and despite her anger at Goldie's surprise attack, if she could get her under her control like the three drones, it would just add to her primal indulgences. Her next kick landed on Goldie's face, sending the shocked super heroine further back and against the brick wall. 

Goldie's eyes were blurry from the blow, but she could see Aurelia walking toward her with purposive vengeance. Goldie tried desperately to muster strength from her power belt, but struggled like a fighter tied up on the ropes in a ring.

Aurelia was determined to incapacitate Goldie and get back to her drone buffet. As she approached, she took Goldie's arms in her hands, pinning them against the wall, pressing her almost naked body against Goldie's and then sunk her teeth into Goldie's bare shoulder. Aurelia purred in satisfied ecstasy as she savored the rush of Goldie's power enhanced life force.

"Aaauuuggghhh Shit!" Goldie yelled stunned in pain. "What is this?" she thought. "What is she doing?" 

Immediately, Goldie felt her energy draining from her. She sensed that It was as if all her strength from her power belt was pouring directly into Aurelia. It was then that Goldie truly realized this was no ordinary woman. 

Two of the drones suddenly attacked Aurelia from behind. They wanted both of the beautiful female combatants, but Aurelia's body pressing against Goldie was blocking their access to the vulnerable super heroine. One drone reached around Aurelia's body to take hold of her modest tit in a weak attempt to pull her off of Goldie. The other grabbed one of her legs to knock her off balance. 

Aurelia was annoyed and angry. She tried to kick the sub-creature pulling at her leg, but his grip was too tight. Frustrated, she finally released her bite on Goldie to deal with the two annoyances. Blood trickled from Goldie's wound. 

With her newly enhanced super strength, Aurelia unleashed a shock-and-awe attack that sent the two vampire zombie drone abominations flying nearly unconscious across the street. They never knew what hit them. Temporarily disabling them, Aurelia turned her attention back onto Goldie.

During her reprieve, Goldie could feel her power belt working to rejuvenate her strength. "What the fuck is going on here?" Goldie thought to herself in a state of confusion, thinking that this is even more bizarre and dangerous than Cliff had thought.

Aurelia approached with a determined look of aggression on her face, un-phased by the fact that her tits were still fully exposed. She swung her leg across with a determined kick to try to incapacitate Goldie as she had just done with the two drones. Drawing upon her replenishing super power, though, Goldie swiftly ducked, causing Aurelia to miss. 

From Goldie's crouched position, she reciprocated the kick from below, landing squarely on the inside of Aurelia's leg. The Gwardian let out a scream of pain, as her leg gave out under her, hurling her to the cement. Goldie started to jump on her unknown mystery foe to finish her off as she would normally do, but hesitated when Aurelia whipped around to look up at Goldie, with a hiss of anger, baring her small but definite fangs. Meanwhile, the three drones shook off their cobwebs and stood back nervously, watching the suspenseful battle unfolding before them.

"What kind of freak are you?" Goldie blurted, feeling as if she had been dropped into a bad horror flick.

"Who's the freak?" Aurelia seethed in response. "I'm not the one in the gold space costume," she added as she sprung forward toward Goldie, eager to again sink her oral daggers into the super heroine's flesh. 

Aurelia's body slammed into Goldie's. In response, Goldie raised her forearm to the side of her attacker's beautiful, but angry face, turning her mouth away to prevent Aurelia's bite, causing the Gwardian's body to fall on top of hers as the two women landed onto the cold, hard asphalt. Aurelia's arms reached around Goldie's body as she tackled the super heroine to take her down, seizing the opportunity to unclasp Goldie's top from behind in hopes of baring more potential flesh to sink her teeth into. 

"What the fuck!?" Goldie yelled, feeling confused and vulnerable by the attack. Goldie continued to push Aurelia's face away with her forearm as the two combatants wrestled like feminine warriors. POW! Goldie gasped for air as the punch of Aurelia's fist landed deep into her gut, knocking the wind out of Goldie again, due to the super strength behind the blow. 

Goldie knew she had to do something, as she knew this mystery woman had the upper hand. To that end, Goldie reciprocated with a punch from below her with her other hand, intentionally landing a crushing blow to the bottom of Aurelia's ribs. 

Aurelia let out a squeal of pain as the sound of her breaking ribs confirmed the success of Goldie's targeted counter strike. "You bitch!", Aurelia yelled angrily as she grabbed Goldie's hair determined to slam super heroine's head against the street beneath them. Before she could, though, Goldie repeated the punch in a desperate attempt to further incapacitate Aurelia. 

Aurelia gasped for air as her broken ribs threatened to puncture her lungs. She realized she had to do something before this formidable foe could crush her ribs a third time.

Aurelia jumped up, holding her ribs out of pain with one hand, while trying to circle Goldie to find a vulnerable angle to continue her attack. At the same time, Goldie leapt to her feet to jostle for her own best position. 

The two female warriors circled each other like two wrestlers on a mat in the middle of the dimly lit street. Goldie took the brief opportunity to re-catch her breath from her strong earlier blow to the stomach that she had endured. Goldie again realized from the force of Aurelia's punch that this was no ordinary woman. 

The straps of Goldie's unclasped top hung loose around her arms. There was no chance for her to reach both hands around her own back to reattach it without briefly rendering herself defenseless to her stalking foe. Goldie determined that she had no choice but to throw it off to the side, completely exposing her large, firm, sweaty breasts. Aurelia involuntarily licked her lips at seeing Goldie's equal if not exceeding beauty, as the two beautiful goddesses continued to circle one another. All the while, there was no way for Goldie to know that Aurelia's regenerative powers were already restoring her broken ribs. 

Snapping out of her lustful gaze and regenerative stall, Aurelia was eager to finish Goldie off and get back to her night of depraved sexual hunting, including now taking Goldie as her newly added main feature to the menu. 

Without warning, Aurelia lunged forward at Goldie again. As she did, Goldie grabbed Aurelia's right arm with her left hand, and while reaching for the Gwardian's left arm with her right hand, she missed, grabbing her petite tit instead. Aurelia lunged in response. 

In one smooth movement with Aurelia's arm and tit in Goldie's hands, the super heroine fell onto her back, and raised her feet to kick Aurelia's body up and over her own, hurling the vampirish looking woman through the air behind her toward the brick wall. Aurelia's body slammed with force before sliding down to the sidewalk, writhing in pain. Goldie's swift movement had caught the over confident Gwardian off-guard. She struggled to stand up. Goldie seized the opportunity to unleash a series of blows to her face and stomach, turning Aurelia into a punching bag. BAM. POW. BAM!

While taking the beating from the super heroine, Aurelia realized she was verging on being defeated, as each shockingly powerful blow thrown her way was sapping more and more of her power, leaving her in an increasingly dazed state of defeat. She had to do something quickly if she was going to get out of this. Her body ached. 

Goldie's assault was coming faster and more furious than Aurelia's body could recover from. Aurelia watched with a changed perception, as what looked like possibly Goldie's final blow came at her, seeing the impending blow flying through the air in slow motion, knowing that its intention was to knock her out. 

At the last moment, Aurelia lowered her head to duck and could hear the whoosh of Goldie's fist fly over her, missing its mark. This was the opening Aurelia needed. With Goldie's fist almost wrapping around her own body over her, Aurelia pushed her own body forward against Goldie's in a last ditch effort to save herself. The luscious flesh of Goldie's round firm breast was displayed like a delicacy served in front of the Gwardian vampiress. She opened her mouth and captured the rich mammary meat with her fangs, instantly beginning to drain Goldie's life force and strength from the shocked super heroine.

Goldie immediately felt her body begin to weaken. Like before, it was as if the strength she received from her power belt was flowing from herself and into her foe. It made no sense to Goldie, but more importantly, the super heroine was losing every advantage she had worked to gain over this superhuman opponent. 




Goldie the Superhero



Goldie fell to her knees and then to her back as she became defenseless to her vampire like foe. Aurelia's teeth clung to Goldie like a bulldog, determined to empty her of any fight. Goldie tried vainly to push her off, but the weakness in Goldie's arms was no match for Aurelia's increasing strength. 

Realizing that she now had her opponent defenseless, Aurelia looked up at Goldie with a wry smile to watch for Goldie's demise, enjoying the arrogant certainty that victory was hers. It was then that Goldie knew she only had a few more seconds before it would all be over.

Goldie looked defenselessly down at Aurelia, catching her intoxicating green eyes. Aurelia watched like a lioness ready to consume her prey, watching for the light of Goldie's eyes to go out. It was at that very moment that Goldie mustered everything she had to employ her powers of intention reversal. The super heroine's transparent blue eyes turned green, locking on to Aurelia's similarly green eyes. Goldie's superpower of intention reversal was now engaged, instantly turning Aurelia's determination to drain Goldie of her strength onto herself. 

"What the, what's happening?!", Aurelia cried out in surprised, frustrated fear, releasing Goldie's tit from the grip of her fangs. As Aurelia's strength began to evaporate from her, Goldie felt her own strength begin to renew from the benefit of the belt. A trickle of blood dripped down Goldie's naked breast from the punctures caused by Aurelia's fangs. Growingly renewed, Goldie pushed the now vulnerable and defenseless Gwardian off of her. 

Aurelia's body began to convulse in response to her own powers evaporating from her. "What are you doing to me?" the ever weakening Gwardian screamed out.

"You're doing it to yourself," Goldie answered with a soft confident voice. 

As she watched Aurelia's body weaken, Goldie suddenly felt her own mind becoming dizzy. Something strange was happening, something Goldie had never before felt. At first she thought it was just from her strength being renewed, but she soon realized it was more than that. As Aurelia's intentions were being reversed, causing Aurelia to be sapped of her strength and powers, somehow Aurelia's powers were actually spilling over into Goldie!

Goldie had never experienced ESP before, but now she was suddenly gaining access to Aurelia's mind. It was as if Goldie were inside of Aurelia's mind, with Aurelia's thoughts, memories, and knowledge flooding into her. Aurelia's unusual thought patterns confirmed Goldie's earlier assumptions that there was something different about this unusually formidable, beautiful creature. At the same time, it gave Goldie a strange sense of empathy for her nearly defeated foe. 

Simultaneous with the addition of her mental powers, Goldie's veins surged with Aurelia's Gwardian Breeder drive, overwhelming her and causing her arousal and sexual desire to strangely skyrocket. Goldie suddenly felt the unquenchable sexual desire that Aurelia felt; Goldie was experiencing the sexual craving that drew Aurelia out to have her way with these hapless beings on these forsaken streets. 

In response to this concerning transference of being, Goldie's pussy moistened and her nipples ached as they stretched to well over an inch high, including the one vulnerable in front of Aurelia's fang-laced mouth. Goldie had never experienced such an overwhelming desire to be fucked!

In a matter of seconds, Aurelia's nearly naked body was fighting for consciousness on the cold concrete. Goldie's powers of intention reversal had weakened the warrior to dangerous vulnerability. 

Forgotten in the shadows, the three growingly impatient drones had watched the two gorgeous women battle, and were now waiting like buzzards to swoop in for whatever might be left for them to gorge on. Their fanged mouths drooled; their dicks were rock-hard with arousal. 

Suddenly Goldie took note of the drooling drones, sensing their animal lust. As much as she would be glad to let these vultures have their way with this strange villainous vixen, Goldie's brief jaunt into Aurelia's mind gave her enough understanding and identification with Aurelia to prevent herself from abandoning her defeated and now defenseless foe to their carnal desires. 

Goldie felt her strength renewing quickly, yet she was unable to shake the memory of what she saw in Aurelia's mind. More concerning, though, Goldie was not able to shake the newly acquired and increasing sexual craving.

"Come and get me," Goldie blurted toward the zombie drones, shocked at the words as she said them, as she gestured her hands, palms up, and fingers bending in. "Mmm, you boys look hungry."

The height of the creatures' cravings needed nothing more. The three surrounded Goldie, each taking cautious steps forward to close in. 

"That's it," Goldie said. "Don't be shy. Who wants the best part of me?"

All three took the bait, looking competitively at each other before springing at once toward Goldie. POW. BAM. SWOOSH, KICK. Her fist shot forward landing squarely into the face of the drone in front of her, before she recoiled her arm back, landing her elbow into the throat of the one attacking from behind. At the same time, her leg swung out to the side, kicking the third in the gut, causing him to double over. 

Goldie stepped back to launch a second kick upward, coming forcefully under the face of the third minion, hurling him backward, almost unconscious next to Aurelia. Goldie swung her body around targeting her closed fist squarely onto the jaw of the halfwit gasping for air, sending him spinning around and to the ground. The first drone had recovered enough from her first hit to his face, to re-engage his attack. Goldie easily foiled his attempt to tackle her by turning her body while hurling him down with a simple goshi Judo throw. The sound of bones breaking in his pathetic vampire zombie body was undeniable. The three creatures were all writhing in pain next to each other, incapacitated from being any threat.

Overwhelmed by the new sexual craving within her, Goldie Irrationally seized the opportunity to satisfy her elevated sexual craving by jumping on the one in front of her, and lowering her now soaked, tingling pussy over his manhood. "Ahhhh," she said as the rod drilled deeply inside of her. Goldie fucked him while taking the hard dicks of the other two in her hands, skillfully and simultaneously working all three toward climax. It didn't take long. After watching the catfight of the two beautiful feminine creatures doing battle, all three drones were effectively primed.

"Gawd yes!" Goldie shouted, as the first emptied into her. He writhed in both the pain of his injuries and the pleasure of her taking him. Goldie's climax followed his, quaking her body with sheer primal pleasure. 

Watching the two of them, the other two drones both came at the same time, initiating the equivalent of an epic waterfall of cum. Goldie couldn't resist aiming their dicks forward, causing a bukkake flood to pour over Aurelia's face, tits and body, further humiliating her defeated foe.

The two hapless creatures were delirious with pleasure. Goldie quickly yanked the two large drone dicks in her hands together, forcing their bodies to slam into one another. She reached her hands up to their heads, knocking them together to finish them off, while firmly pressing her boot down onto the throat of the spent zombie like creature below her. In a matter of seconds all three lie useless on top of one another.

As much as Goldie's newly acquired Gwardian Breeder sex drive tempted her to stay for more, her better judgment recognized it was time for her to get out of there. She made it only a block before she looked back and saw Aurelia's body beginning to strengthen under the dimly lit streetlight. Her powers of regeneration were quickly restoring her Gwardian body. 

As Aurelia gained her senses, she looked around, seeing the pile of vampire zombie drones lying lifeless in the desolate street. Her body was covered with a blanket of cum. The night had not gone as the Gwardian goddess had intended.

She turned and saw Goldie watching her, before Goldie rounded the corner to make her departure. Aurelia was frustrated that Goldie had intruded and interrupted her night of carnal pleasure, but also strangely grateful knowing that the formidable foe had somehow spared her life. 

Aurelia heard noises from the opposite direction, turned and saw another mob of vampire zombie drones only a block away, moving hungrily toward her. She realized it was time to make her own escape and call it a night. She gathered what clothes she could and darted to her Lightening racer still parked behind the wall near the intersection where she left it. She mounted it and felt the roar of the engine between her legs as the bike sped off into the darkness toward civilization. 

Chapter Three

Remnants of the inherited Gwardian Breeder cravings were still with me the following morning when I showed up to Cliff's home office for our morning briefing. I couldn't wait to update him on what I had seen the night before, confirming police reports of strange activity in the Upper East Side. I also couldn't wait to fuck him. My newly acquired enhanced sexual craving had barely diminished overnight, as my skin crawled almost all night long with erotic insatiability. My pussy was as soaked as I had ever experienced; my nipples ached from their sustained hardened erection. 

If these sexual cravings were a fraction of what the beautiful creature I had battled the night before lived with, I wondered how this Gwardian named Aurelia made it through the day. As for me, I couldn't wait for my private briefing with Cliff. 

When I got to see Cliff later in the day, he was glad for the information and especially glad for the other benefits he gained from my reconnaissance. He needed me for my information; I needed him to gratify the demands of my sexual oestrus cycle contagion transferred to me from Aurelia. We both ended the meeting satisfied.

*****

Just like Goldie, Aurelia woke up sexually ravenous. For Aurelia, such was par for the course as a Gwardian Breeder, something she seemingly had to live with forever. Her expedition the night before into the dregs of the Upper East Side had started well, but ended disappointingly. She had enjoyed the appetizer of a few drone zombies, but Goldie's interruption forced her to leave without enjoying the carnal feast she had ventured out for. Her sexual appetite was only growing, but she was feeling quite weakened due to the peril of the evening before. This served to make her only all the more determined to go back for more tonight, to satiate her cravings and replenish her life force.

Goldie's interruption also made Aurelia curious. She wondered who was this masked gorgeous woman in gold who had interfered with her adventure. What was she doing there all alone in such a dangerous part of the city in the middle of the night? But Aurelia also wondered why the woman in gold spared her life? None of it made sense. Whoever she was, Aurelia still considered her to be an annoying irritant. Aurelia would be glad if she never saw her again, especially tonight. She felt no patience for someone interrupting and foiling the pure pleasure she had planned of preying on more of the zombie like creatures. Her Gwardian Breeder cravings were strong.

When evening approached, Aurelia couldn't wait to enter back into the Upper East Side. Her resolve from the day before had only increased. However, tinges from her instincts made her feel strangely cautious, almost with a feeling as if she was being watched. She realized those feelings were probably more from natural paranoia after the dangerous close call the night before than anything based on reality. Nevertheless, as uncharacteristic as it was for her, Aurelia thought it might be wise to at least start the night out by playing it a little safe. She decided to move into the dangerous region gradually, watching carefully for any unusual activity that might put her at unnecessary risk, even though risk was usually always inevitable for anything worthwhile. The night before, though, reminded her there is a fine line between risk and life-threatening jeopardy. 

Aurelia roared up on her Lightening Racer to a local watering hole just inside the perimeter of the Upper East Side. The bar was popular with a rough crowd of deviants and bizarre, seedy personalities who are not so welcomed in more respectable establishments. If there was any strange activity in the Upper East Side, she would probably overhear someone talking about it here. It was also a good place to start the night with a good drink.

*****

Goldie watched from a rooftop perch. There were only a few main entrances into this forsaken part of the city and considering the location of the events the night before, she suspected this might be a good location to spy for unusual activity. Goldie's instincts were rewarded as she saw Aurelia whiz by on her motorcycle. Goldie watched Aurelia park her bike and walk across the street into a seedy bar. 

Aurelia dressed for the occasion wearing a stylish black leather cropped tank top, a black bra, her black leather skirt, a new leather thong, ankle boots and her short black leather jacket that stopped just above her waist. She was an elegant master seductress. Her seductive attire revealed just enough to get the attention she enjoyed while remaining fully in control. She loved the feel of leather on her body, but she more so loved the feel of all eyes glued to her body. It reaffirmed her powerful sexy qualities as a dominating seductress. 

Aurelia walked confidently into the dive, stealthily scoping the dimly lit smoke-filled bar for any signs of stranger-than-normal patrons. From what she could tell, it looked like a typical night of freaks. Billiard tables and dartboards were busy; the bar was about three quarters full with people drinking their pain away. Tables around the establishment were also mostly full. Heavy metal blared from the back of the large room. She scoped the pub with special attention for any flashes of gold. She was glad she could see no signs of last night's intruder. Aurelia stepped up to the bar and ordered a Zombie with light ice and no prissy pineapple. It was their specialty drink. "Make it stiff," she added. "I have a big night ahead." She had no idea.

Aurelia couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She nonchalantly scanned the room again, but saw nothing obvious. The persistent sensation felt stronger than a random impression. She couldn't shake it. Her limited partially faded powers of ESP detected someone in the room had a locked focus on her. The feeling was more than the usual feminine instinct when some letch is ogling her physical form. She looked around the room again, but saw nothing that caused her immediate concern. She decided she would take her leather coat off, enjoy a couple drinks before moving more deeply into the dark bowels of the borough for her recreational frenzied feeding. 

***** 

A large shadowy figure sat alone in the back corner of the room in an overstuffed chair, hidden by a blanket of darkness and cloud of smoke. If anyone could see him at all, it would only be the silhouette of his tall muscular frame. The villainous vampire Taimado silently watched her from across the room. He had dreamed about the moment he would first lay eyes on her; he had devoted his life to finding her. After searching the world with the assistance of his minions, he discovered this ironic, nondescript, rundown hole-in-the-wall as the place this legendary beauty might walk into his life and destiny. If it was a place she frequented, then he just needed to wait. Reports from his minions about nearby events the night before confirmed to him he was close. 

To Taimado's delight, his patience paid off the moment Aurelia walked through the door and into his trap. She was even more beautiful than the legends had described, but then again, this kind of beauty defied words. Arousal overwhelmed him at the sight of her; gratification puffed him up at the accomplishment of finding her. More than anything, his vampire heart pounded like a drum in his chest for what he will make her do once she belonged to him. His unusually large vampire dick grew to its full mammoth stature, aching for relief. That time would come soon enough. First things first, it was time to capture his prey and make her his. 

Taimado watched lustfully as Aurelia finished her first drink and ordered another. Her beauty, mannerisms and confidence almost made him cum as he studied her from his provisional throne across the room. He resisted his primal urges, not wanting to waist a single drop of his white liquid gold. It was time to implement his plan. 

At his signal his small elite brigade of vampire minions lurking in the shadows would swiftly secure the room and capture her. Five would secure the door to make sure any escape was impossible while another five would cover the back employee entrance. The remaining ten would use the element of surprise to surround, overwhelm and capture her. Taimado's elite forces knew that failure was never an option; they would either complete their mission or die trying. Drawing from ancient Roman military tradition, anyone who failed in their mission or didn't die trying would be tortuously killed by Taimado's own hand as an example to the rest. His brigade was highly motivated and waited for his signal. Finally, after searching the planet for more than an eon, he had only a few more seconds before Aurelia would finally belong to him for his breeding pleasure.

Just as Taimado was about to raise his hand to give the signal, the door to the seedy bar opened. 

Most patrons in the unsavory establishment disregarded Goldie's entrance. Strange attire and costumes were not unusual; most ignored her gold uniform and mask. More than a few criminally inclined patrons recognized her, but continued their dealings un-phased, but cautious under the cloak of darkness that the bar provided. 

Seeing Goldie enter, Aurelia was irritated at her arrival, like the annoyance of a pesky fly that won't leave you alone. "Not again," she whispered loud enough for those around her to hear. Aurelia's green eyes glared across the smoky room at the intruder. She would not allow her to ruin another night of carnal pleasure. Aurelia turned her back to her, hoping she would just go away.

Taimado lowered his arm to delay the attack, unavoidably landing his large strong hand on part of his hardened dick that filled most of his lap. Seeing Goldie's beauty and watching Aurelia's reaction to her arrival made him curious about what was going to happen next. He always loved a good catfight between two women and he wondered if he might just get more than he had bargained for.

Goldie assessed the dark smoky establishment as she walked through the door. "There she is," Goldie thought as she located Aurelia at the bar. Goldie received Aurelia's glare, then watched her nonchalantly turn her back to her. As normal as things seemed in the unusual pub, she was certain Aurelia was up to no good. Goldie's breast was still sore from Aurelia's fangs the night before. She knew she needed to confront her.

"I don't know what you have planned, but it's not going to happen," Goldie said, as she stepped up to the bar behind Aurelia, interrupting the Gwardian goddess.

"Get lost," Aurelia said in a calm cool voice. "Just turn around and walk out that door you came in from."

"After you," Goldie answered. "I'm not leaving until you do."

Aurelia felt more annoyed than anything. She didn't understand why this "do-gooder" was on her case, interrupting her perfectly good hedonistic plans. "Beat it, while you still can," she replied.




Goldie the Superhero



"Or what?" Goldie asked. 

"Or you'll be carried out of here," Aurelia said coolly.

"Tough talk for someone who got a thorough ass-kicking last night," Goldie provoked. "You couldn't kick my ass if your foot was tied to it," she added insultingly.

That was the last straw for Aurelia; she decided she had enough of this pesky fly. She got up from her bar stool to walk to another area of the bar. She was ready to leave the bar to go in search of zombies to play with, but didn't want to give Goldie the satisfaction of thinking she had won. Goldie got up and blocked her as if the only path allowed was out the door. 

"Get out of my way," Aurelia said, perturbed at Goldie's annoying ways. Aurelia continued forward, attempting to get past Goldie.

Goldie pushed Aurelia back forcefully. "I said that way," Goldie assertively ordered, pointing toward the door.

Although Aurelia hoped to avoid a confrontation with this masked do gooder, she had enough of this pest. Goldie's push may have started the physical assault, but Aurelia was determined to finish it, especially after last night. 

Aurelia realized she needed to send a message to this intruder once and for all to leave her alone. Accordingly, she lunged at Goldie like an attacking black panther. The catfight began. 

Billiards, darts and conversations in the room stopped to enjoy the spontaneous show. The primitive patrons considered fights like this free entertainment. The show wasn't over until one or both contestants were unconscious or dead. No one was more interested in the outcome of this battle than the hidden, but large vampire watching from the shadows.

Aurelia's body crashed into Goldie from her lunge. Goldie fell back as Aurelia's body slammed into hers. Defensively, Goldie raised her leg and launched Aurelia over her body and into the wall behind her, as she had done the night before. Aurelia was stunned as her back slammed against the wall with her head down, causing her short crop top and skirt to reveal all that were beneath. Her exposed body dropped to the floor. Aurelia was frustrated she had fallen for that move again. Cheers rang out from the energized spectators.

Goldie jumped confidently to her feet and faced Aurelia as she scampered to hers. Rather than standing all the way up, though, Aurelia cleverly shot forward like a sprinter out of racing blocks, thrusting her shoulder into Goldie's bare stomach. She caught her by surprise and knocked the wind out of Goldie.

Goldie curled over in pain, gasping for air. POW. POW. Aurelia stood up and launched a double kick to her face that threw Goldie's body backwards. Aurelia was taking back control. More cheers rang out as patrons began to put wagers on the fight.

"Damn it!" Goldie thought to herself as her body slid across the dirty floor. "How did I allow her the upper hand?" She was impressed with Aurelia's unusual strength. Goldie struggled to get back to her feet. Aurelia was unrelenting, unwilling to allow her to regain her full composure. 

BAM. Her fist flew through the air and connected with Goldie's jaw, shifting her mask to partially cover her eyes. Goldie's head slammed to the right over her shoulder from the force of the blow. 

In reply, drawing upon her expertise as a fighter, Goldie twisted her body around to follow in the same direction. As her body spun, she raised her right elbow to connect with Aurelia's unsuspecting jaw. Taken by surprise by the counter measure, Aurelia let out a shriek in pain.

POW. BAM. POW. Punches flew between the two combatants, most landing in the face and stomach of each other. Their scantily clad bodies glistened from sweat under the dim lights from the all-out battle. Shouts and jeers from drunken spectators fueled the battle. 

Despite the proficiency of her formidable foe, Aurelia's enduring strength felt indomitable, as she unleashed a flurry of dizzying punches. Goldie's legs felt wobbly, her head spun. 

In the back of the room, having been informed by one of his minions about Goldie the super heroine, Taimado smiled as he watched Aurelia's legendary invincibility take over.

Goldie couldn't remember a more formidable foe. Aurelia was relentless and skillful in her attack, connecting far more effectively than Goldie. She danced like a fighter in a ring. 

Goldie was overrun with a mixture of competing emotions. Anger stirred with arousal, watching Aurelia's sleek body move as it did. Goldie's residual Gwardian arousal from inheriting Aurelia's powers the night before made her feel attraction in ways beyond what she had ever experienced. At the same time, Goldie knew her life was potentially in real peril. 

Goldie suddenly had a desperate idea, knowing she had no other recourse. She swiftly grabbed the bottom of Aurelia's tight short leather top and completely surprised the Gwardian by pulling it up just over the top of her head. The stiffness of the leather held Aurelia's arms up, while covering her eyes. Her lacy demi bra covering her modest tits was fully exposed. 

Without delay, Goldie unleashed a rapid-fire attack of her fists onto Aurelia's covered face and bared abs. It was impossible for Aurelia to see. The crowd cheered at Goldie's ingenuity. Her repeated blows were succeeding in dazing Aurelia. 

Aurelia fought desperately to escape the confines of her leather top binding her arms. Instead of wrestling her top back down over her body, it was quicker to simply throw it off. Aurelia's bloodied face seethed with vengeance.

Goldie's fists kept their attacking momentum, but Aurelia bared her tiny, but lethal fangs. She caught one of Goldie's fists with her two hands and immediately bit down on Goldie's tan, muscular arm. 

"Shit!" Goldie yelled, at first from the pain, but then the immediate sensation of her life force starting to slowly drain from her. Not only did Goldie feel her body weaken, but she could sense the strength from her power belt pour into Aurelia. Goldie felt as if she was being deflated of power, while Aurelia's muscular form was being filled to full capacity. 

In desperation, Goldie reached down and detached her belt to prevent Aurelia from gaining any additional benefit from the special powers it afforded; yet the moment it fell to the ground, Goldie's body also weakened more without its benefit. Goldie felt dangerously vulnerable, weak in her own depleted strength while being taken by her villainous foe, surrounded by a surly crowd of spectators in the dark, remote bar. 

With an heir of arrogance, Aurelia looked boastfully at Goldie, watching the super heroine's strength empty due to her Gwardian powers. 

In a matter of only a few seconds, both knew Goldie would be completely defenseless against her, and then to this watching crowd. Aurelia figured she would weaken her surprisingly resilient foe a little more before leaving her to the crowd, so that she could finally move on to the carnal night she had planned, using, abusing, and discarding as she pleased whatever mindless zombies or criminal dregs she could find. 

Aurelia looked confidently, but with pity down at Goldie while drawing her blood; Goldie looked up at her. In a fleeting moment of desperation Goldie caught Aurelia's eyes, engaged her super power of intention reversal, causing her transparent blue eyes to turn green.

"You're not going to pull THAT little trick on me again," Aurelia said, determined not to fall prey to the strange reversal, immediately releasing her fangs from Goldie's arm. 

Despite her determination not to be foiled again, Aurelia's intention to drain Goldie's powers instantly began to reverse anyway, immediately emptying her of her strength. Aurelia tried everything she could, using her mind to attempt to disengage the control Goldie had over her. It was too late; Aurelia was helpless to it.

Unfortunately for Goldie, rather than the intention reversal simply working to regain her own lost strength, she found herself being renewed with Aurelia's Gwardian Breeder instincts. This unintended effect left Goldie desperate for the strength that her power belt would give her, but the belt was too far out of the super heroine's reach. 

When Aurelia saw Goldie reaching for the power belt, she kicked it away using one of her rapidly weakening legs. 

Their pathetic bodies clung to one another, each trying desperately to get the upper hand. 

"Damn it!" Goldie said, growingly debilitated and taking little solace in seeing that Aurelia was equally disabled. Even worse, for every ounce of strength her powers of intention reversal were sapping from Aurelia, Goldie's body reciprocally surged with Aurelia's Gwardian Breeder sexual insatiability. 

Both women fell to the floor weak and defenseless. 

Taimado had seen enough. He raised his hand, initiating the capture he had waited eons for, only now it would be far easier than he had ever hoped and imagined it would be. 

"Nooo!" Aurelia shouted, realizing her peril as the elite brigade of Taimado's vampire army surrounded her scantily clad body. 

Two of the vampire minions picked her up by the arms and stood her up.

"Grab her too," Taimado's deep voice commanded from across the room. His long pointed finger aimed in Goldie's direction.

Suddenly four grotesque figures surrounded Goldie. Two grabbed her arms and raised her to her feet. Goldie tried to kick herself free, but failed. "Let me go!" she screamed, squirming as hard as her tired body would allow, but she was no match for their strength. 

Aurelia's strong silence shouted in protest, as a large shadow approached and loomed over the two women. She couldn't believe her night was again being ruined so early, and was especially annoyed that Goldie was again the cause of it all. 

The large vampire chortled with a raspy, dark, devious laugh as he showed his face. The creature stood almost seven feet tall. His dark body rippled with muscles. His piercing green eyes punctuated his long evil face; his devilish smile exposed his long incisors. 

Aurelia recognized that he was a vampire, bred from the originals from those dark days of long ago when she had been previously captured and enslaved. Unlike the fantastical vampire myths popularized by commercialized lore, so many centuries ago Aurelia had been subjugated, used, and abused to breed the species of vampires into existence. That had been many normal life times ago. This specimen towering before her was not like most of the more primitive abominations, though; he was somehow evolved, almost seemingly Dark Gwardian like.

"I've waited a long time for this," the beast growled, as he assessed his captured prizes. 

His two beautiful feminine creatures squirmed futilely. 

"Let us go!" Goldie demanded with as much authority as she could muster. 

His large arm swept in front of them, crashing the backhand across the side of her face with thundering force. "Shut up," he said. "If I let you go, it will be when I'm done with you. You walked in here looking for action, and I'm going to give it to you." 

Taimado's hand swept back the opposite direction, striking the other side of Goldie's face. Without hesitation, he thrust his hand down, hooking the front of her gold top with his long muscular fingers, ripping it from her body as easily as tearing a piece of paper. He discarded the gold fabric behind him, leaving Goldie naked above the waist, except for her mask. Goldie feared it would not be the last piece of clothing he would tear from her body.

Aurelia held back a smile at the abuse Goldie was deservedly getting, until Taimado turned his attention to her. "I have searched all the world for you," he began, freely running the long fingers of his muscular hand down the length of Aurelia's cheeks and chest, moving down into her bra before taking hold of her erect nipple in his strong fingers. 

Aurelia let out a whimper from the pain, but due to her Breeder depravity, she also felt frustratingly aroused by it.

"I see it in your eyes," Taimado said, pleased at her response. "You can't help it. You want it. You're my Gwardian Breeder." He squeezed her nipple harder, causing her knees to bend.

As much as she wished it weren't so, Aurelia couldn't deny his words. She felt her pussy moisten at his strong dominance. "Who are you?" she asked out of fear, but more so out of passion and curiosity.

"I'm the one who is going to resurrect your glory days of breeding," he said cockily. "The remarkable legend of your beauty does not do you justice." He opened his pants and dropped them to the floor, exposing his rugged manhood. 

Both women gasped at the massive muscular size of his cock. Aurelia's inbred oestrus cycle was still in full force, and Goldie's inherited craving was close behind. They were both torn between venomous anger and rabid arousal. His dick was one of the largest either had seen. It stood intimidating like a small club, unique with muscular bands that wrapped diagonally around his long thick shaft, culminating to a large bulbous head that throbbed to impregnate. The anticipation of his size, texture and feel made Aurelia defenseless to the unique intense pleasure he would give when forcing himself on her.

"You bastard! You might take me, but you will never impregnate me." she boasted, though unconvincingly. 

There was a big part of her that was desperate to be fucked by such an impressive tool, yet another part of her wanted to kill him while making her escape. She hoped for both. The thought of being enslaved again for years as a breeding machine angered her. She had vowed to never allow herself to be taken like that again. Her determination grew, but so did her frustratingly intense arousal. Aurelia took consolation in that she knew that only a very rare Gwardian could impregnate her; certainly this vampire abomination had no chance.

"Dream on," she said. 

The beast slapped her hard across the face. "You will submit to me and I will use you as I please," he ordered. 

Auerlia's strong silence communicated her confidence and resistance.

Taimado slapped her across the face again, then promptly gripped her nipple in his fingers again, squeezing until he saw signs of submission. 

The jolt of pain irritated, but aroused her. Outwardly Aurelia kept her focus and composure; inwardly she realized her pussy was growing increasingly wet with pleasure.

The beast laughed, squeezing all the more tightly from her response. His nail tore through the top layer of her skin, tapping a small drop of blood that traveled down her petite tit.

Aurelia's cool face hid her body's cry of pleasure, but she refused to give him the satisfaction. Despite her cold exterior, though, the vampire's instincts could read her body's response to him. He reached down with his other hand to verify the moisture between her legs. The Gwardian Breeder was soaked. "It won't be the last time you will feel this way," he taunted, as he tantalized her bulging clitoris.

At the monster's touch, Aurelia's pelvis began to rock involuntarily. Taimado released his touch before she came, causing her body to quake. She would have reached down and finished herself if she wasn't being held tightly as a prisoner of his army. 

An inner battle raged within Aurelia. She was desperate for release. Her Gwardian Breeder impulses were sparking through her body. She felt like she was moving into an erotic daze, never more desperate to cum. Yet, another part of her wanted to unleash her justice on him.

"You don't want me to stop?" Taimado asked slyly. 

Her voice remained silent, while her body covered with cold chills, betraying her sexual famishment. She buzzed on the brink of a torrential climax. Everything in her begged to be taken; yet deep down she knew she was succumbing to his capture. His fingers toyed with her nipple, and then her love box. 

"No answer?" he asked, amused. He slapped her across the face.

Aurelia let out a whimper from pain and twisted arousal. Taimado had heard the stories. He slapped her again on the other side to reconfirm what it did for her. She remained resolutely silent, retaining the perception of control, but her body quaked within her.

"Bend over, my new whore," he demanded. His minions pushed Aurelia down causing her to bend at the waist. Aurelia dutifully did not resist any further, instead submissively raising her ass in full display under her skirt.

Taimado spanked her perfect ass with a thundering blow.

"Again?" he asked. 

Aurelia was silent.

The beast unleashed another vicious slap to her bared ass. His red handprint covered the entire cheek. He moved the strap of leather thong over and ran his sharp finger over her pussy before hitting her again, coloring the other side of her ass. 

Aurelia could not prevent a soft moan from escape due to the erotic pain she was enduring. Taimado slapped her again, intensifying the Gwardian Breeder's carnal lust. Taimado teased her pussy with each successive slap of her ass. Again, again, and again, the sound of his slaps pierced the room.

"Lay her down on the table and tie her arms and legs down. Aurelia was lifted to a table in the middle of the dimly lit bar, her body spread out like an offering. Her arms and legs were each tied to the table legs at the four corners. Aurelia was completely helpless to anything he would do, not that she would have at this point resisted anyway. 

Taimado stepped in between her legs and in front of her soaked pussy as the cheering crowd watched lustfully.

Aurelia again audibly moaned, seeing the massive monster of his dick moving closer to her soaking feminine entrance. She gasped as the bulbous head that felt as large as a baseball pushed against the lips of her pussy. Taimado grabbed her petite hips in each of his large hands and forced the entire length of his thick seeming-yardstick deep into her.

Aurelia's pussy instantly gushed with the drenching orgasm he had so cruelly teased through his erotic abuse. She bit her lip from the pain and pleasure. Every woman in the bar lustfully envied her experience, including Goldie. The super heroine felt her own pussy moisten in arousal. 

Taimado slowly moved back and forth into Aurelia, gradually increasing his speed to siphon every ounce of her cum while enticing his own down the marathon length of his shaft. He reached up and grabbed her reddened nipple again under her bra, further abusing it while she remained tied and helpless for his pleasure.

Cold chills covered Aurelia's body again as she squirmed on the table, exposing that another orgasm was fast approaching. Her rational self wanted to avoid it, but It was impossible to prevent. The sheer size of Taimado's manhood massaged every nerve of Aurelia's sensitized pussy with each pass. Her body began to rock with pleasure. In the moment, it was as if she had never felt anyone or anything so good. Her own juices poured like a river to the floor beneath her. 

"Oh yes!" Taimado's deep, dark voice rumbled. He squeezed Aurelia's nipple harder with one hand, while gripping her ass from underneath with the other. His body slammed undeterred into the defenseless Gwardian's body. The legs of the table shook from the force against it. "Oh yes! Oh yes!" he shouted again, victoriously. 

The moment the vampire had dreamed of for eons, the experience he had searched the world for, was now, finally, coming to an epic climax. His vampire cum began to rapturously fill the Gwardian Breeder with pleasure and purpose. Like a thundering river, his cum poured from his headwaters as if it was fed from and endless pool. "Yes!" he shouted. "Other's dreams are fantasies; I live my dreams," he waxed philosophical. "You are finally mine, and through our offspring, I will rule the world!" his grovel voice proclaimed.

His declaration woke Aurelia from her erotic intoxication. Her body began to squirm vigorously, fearful that somehow this beast could impregnate her. But it couldn't be. He was a vampire, albeit an impressive specimen of the ugly species. Only a rare male Gwardian Breeder could create offspring from her, she thought to reassure herself. Nevertheless, his imprisonment and determination made her unusually nervous.




Goldie the Superhero



"Bring the other one!" Taimado demanded. "Lay her face down on top of this one."

Goldie fought the movement, but was still too weak from having her life force drawn out of her by Aurelia. The minions picked Goldie up and slammed her down on top of Aurelia, with her face over the Gwardian's pussy and her own pussy over Aurelia's face. 

Taimado moved behind Goldie's ass. Goldie tried desperately to climb off of Aurelia to escape. Taimado's strong hands took hold of her ass to forcibly hold her in place. He raised and lowered one hand with a thunderous blow to Goldie's ass. She screeched. Suddenly, she felt his strong hand grab a clump of her golden hair, wrapping his fingers with it and yanking her head back. His other hand slapped her ass again, declaring his domination.

Goldie's body stopped all movement. She felt Aurelia's soft skin beneath her. Aurelia's breathing was still rapid from the fuck by Taimado that she had endured. 

Taimado ripped Goldie's thong off from under her skirt more easily than he had removed her top earlier. "Oh shit," Goldie gasped as his still hard member pushed aggressively into her. Her body infected by Aurelia's Breeder instinct, Goldie couldn't deny the sheer pleasure of his manhood. The rippling muscles around his length served to massage every crevice of her love box. "Oh shit!" she repeated in pleasure. Goldie would fight to the death to keep from dying here, but if her life did end here, it would die unusually pleasured.

Taimado's body slammed into Goldie's pussy from behind over and over. Her gasps rose with each pass, bringing her closer to climax, until finally her body conceded to a gripping orgasm that shook her very being. "Oh gawd!" she screamed out uncontrollably.

"Fuck yes!" he yelled, as he brought himself to another climax, this time using Goldie's drenched pussy instead of Aurelia's. His hydrant of cum sprayed into the super heroine, as if trying to douse a fire. His cum filled and overflowed her love box, pouring layer after layer of their mixed cream onto Aurelia's beautiful face below. Aurelia gasped for air, while drowning in the warm sauce. 

As his orgasm subsided, Taimado heartlessly threw Goldie off the table, slamming her body against the bar nearby. As amazing as she was, every bit as good, if not better than Aurelia, Goldie was still nothing more to Taimado than a disposable fuck to be used and discarded. The force of the crash knocked Goldie into a daze.

All the while, Aurelia felt dizzy and sick as she lay tied defenselessly to the table for Taimado's enjoyment. Surely her nausea was from exhaustion, the intensive fuck by this beast, and drinking pints of his cum flowing from Goldie's pussy. Her stomach rumbled. She would rather live in temporary denial than admit what she was beginning to know was true. It had been centuries since she her stomach had felt this way. It couldn't be! It was impossible to be impregnated by this beast. His DNA was all-wrong, it had to be. 

As much as she tried to deny it, though, not only was Aurelia realizing the truth of what was happening deep inside of her, but if it was true, she feared there would be no stopping him from using her to repopulate the world with the abominable blood-sucking creatures that she had given birth to centuries earlier.

"Leave her," Taimado said, flipping his hand in Goldie's direction. "I'm done with her. Leave her for the others. I've got what I came for. Untie her and bring her with us," he added, pointing to Aurelia.

Aurelia disappeared from Goldie's sight as the army of minions surrounded the Gwardian. They untied her arms and legs from the table and carried her out the door. Aurelia squirmed in a futile attempt to get away, but it was useless. The usually strong, seemingly invincible Gwardian Breeder was carried out the door, helpless to resist. 

As she was being hauled out of the bar, Aurelia glanced back and briefly caught Goldie's eye in the distance before disappearing into the darkness of the night.

Goldie suddenly felt the room begin to get smaller. A dozen patrons who had been aroused by the show were ready for their turn with her. She was weak and felt defenseless after being so recklessly abused by the strange beast. 

Goldie looked around for a way of escape and caught a glimpse of her power belt laying a few feet away. She tried to reach for it, but her arm was grabbed by two of the criminal spectators. Her other arm was grabbed by three more, stretching it out in the opposite direction. "Shit!" Her legs were grabbed, each spread wide like her arms. She was pinned down on the floor, spread eagle and helpless to get away. Her power belt lay frustratingly nearby, but Goldie was helpless to get it. 

Almost as if programmed, the vampire drones still in the crowd opened their pants and pulled their hardened members out, as Goldie was held down, each waiting for their turn. Dicks hovered over the length of both sides of her body. The pecking order of domination determined the order they would take her, some jostling for position. Grunts and drools communicated their sexual hunger. She squirmed to try to get away, but their strength was overpowering. 

The first creature pushed his way between her spread legs and forced his dick deep into her soaked pussy. Goldie's thick round lips opened with a gasp at the pleasure of him in her, and the sight of others waiting over her. The affects of Aurelia's shared oestrus cycle qualities greatly enhanced the stimulation. She was trapped in an amazing wet dream nightmare and the super heroine was growing uncertain whether she would survive.

The first rapist triumphantly shouted as he emptied his cum into Goldie. Her body succumbed to its first orgasm of this gangbang. He moved aside, his dick still dripping their mixed cum as he unashamedly stepped up to the bar for a victory drink. Another quickly took his place. 

Others continued to hold Goldie down, most just using one hand while gently stroking their cocks over her with the other, waiting for their turn. Two criminals that had recognized Goldie when she first entered the bar became overwhelmed by the erotic sight of the super heroine's body being gang-fucked, and as a result jerked themselves off farther than they wanted. 

The first covered Goldie's face with his thick white cum, the second painted her tits. Others laughed at their lack of control, while several other of the criminals that had recognized Goldie stood nearby with their cell phones in hand, recording the debasing of the loathed amongst thieves super heroine. 

One by one, vampire drones and criminals alike joined the others at the bar after finishing with Goldie, boasting their invincibility and dominance. 

Seeing that she was being taken by criminal faces she vaguely recognized caused Goldie's body to betray her. Adding to her depraved excitement was the realization that her being taken by the dregs of society was all now being recorded by many inside the bar. Despite her worry about how all this might wreck her super heroine reputation, Goldie's body succumbed to multiple orgasms, as her amazing, sculpted body was repeatedly used and abused for their hedonistic pleasure. With each passing orgasm, she also felt more drained, defenseless, and submissive. 

The next in line let go of Goldie's right arm to position himself between her legs for the free sex. Only one drone remained to hold her right arm down. Goldie's pussy dripped of cum. The nerves in her box were now so tender to the touch that her body buzzed at his entry. He began to pump her, knowing his release would be quick. The few remaining people holding Goldie down watched in anticipation for their turn. 

The suspense built as the one in her was overwhelmed with the power of his imminent climax. With only one now holding her right arm, rational thought returned to Goldie. She reached up and grabbed him around the neck and pulled his head over her body, slamming him into the two who were holding her left arm down. They were all caught off guard; their heads crashed together. The force of the collision caused the one on her right to fall unconscious on top of her. Goldie squirmed under the weight of him to reach for her power belt just inches away to her right. The two on the left lunged after her, over the body of their fallen comrade. Goldie's movement caused the rapist's dick in her to pull out just as he began to shoot his load, spraying the person on top of her with his warm juices. 

Goldie managed to grab her belt, wrapping it around her neck and shoulder and closing the clasp. The power of the belt instantly filled her depleted body with strength. The person at her knees continued to involuntarily to shoot his cum, spraying the unconscious low life and two others scurrying after her.

Goldie was buried under the three scumbags. Two were in pursuit; the third was motionless. The closest active attacker unleashed a punch that landed squarely on her jaw, slamming the side of her face against the hard floor. Despite her super powers from her power belt flowing back into her, the weight of the three coupled with the stinging blow was almost paralyzing. 

Goldie turned her head back as another punch was on its way. She was able to quickly deflect it with her raised arm, while sending a strike from her other fist to his throat. His windpipe constricted, causing him to fall back, gasping for breath, and lightening the load on top of her. Goldie quickly seized the opportunity to slide out from under the mass of rapist bodies and roll to the side. As Goldie stood up, she unclasped the belt around her shoulder and quickly reattached it around her waist. 

Five attackers quickly pounced. One of the remaining vampire drones connected, grabbing her bare breast in his hand, and moving his mouth to sink his fangs into her. Goldie's body surged with superhuman strength from the belt, but at the same time an intoxicating vampire venom invaded her bloodstream. 

Goldie fought through the intoxicating poison, launching the heel of her hand into his nose, sending him off of her, and reeling back. 

POW. BAM. Goldie instantly unleashed calculated kicks in all four directions, one after the other, efficiently taking the other four attacking creatures out. Those at the bar stopped their carousing to join in the fight. Goldie's energy and motivation were renewed. With strategic punches, elbows and timely gymnastics, a tall pile of bodies stacked in the middle of the room. 

Goldie turned to take her opportunity to escape, but was distracted coming face to face with one of the criminals she knew standing right in front of her while still recording the gang bang turned fight. Momentarily distracted, Goldie was grabbed from behind by another pant-less criminal who immediately pushed her forward face first into a wall. Momentarily stunned, Goldie was defenseless as he thrust his pelvis forward and up, causing his hard, erect penis to easily slide into her still well lubricated love box.

Goldie's sense returned to her and even though she was being aggressively pumped into from behind, she could feel her power and strength again returning to her. Despite her returned super human strength, though, Goldie paused from taking further action.

Goldie knew she should quickly put an end to her being fucked by the criminal low life behind her, but rising like an intoxication, the Gwardian Breeder lust that was infecting her left the super heroine immobilized in erotic pleasure with each thrust of the obviously large dick thrusting in and out and back into her.

Goldie raised her arms, palming on the wall in front of her as she was being slammed from behind. Her body was building to a crescendo. Suddenly she felt an explosion of cum deep inside her pussy. Far in the background she could only faintly hear the rapist behind her screaming in orgasmic pleasure as her own body burst into a series of orgasmic quivers.

Trying to hold her pleasure within, Goldie turned her head to her right and slowly opened her eyes while biting her lip, lost in orgasmic pleasure. As her glowing blue eyes focused, only inches in front of her pointed a cell phone closely focused on her expression of pleasure.

Realizing that Goldie was now aware of his presence, the criminal holding the cell phone stepped back zooming out the image of the majestic super heroine being again fucked, this time by a big, fat, more than 300 pound bulldog still pounding his meat in and out of her glowing pussy. 

The criminal turned porn film maker couldn't believe his serendipitous luck in being there this one particular evening to record Goldie, the famous super heroine, first being nearly defeated in a great battle of goddesses, then to record her being fucked and used over and over by the seediest mother fuckers in the underbelly of the worst the city has to offer.

His day dreaming of his good fortune quickly came to a halt, though, at the sight of seeing the big bruiser that was moments ago fucking the gorgeous super heroine being flung clear across the room startled him back into the present.

Turning to look at Goldie, he caught her seething stare. Immediately, he turned and ran out the back, hoping that the super heroine would spare him.

Goldie could not believe that even with her power belt on and her super powers fully engaged, that she had simply allowed herself to be used by the fat fuck that was fucking her from behind, all the while knowing that many of her criminal nemesis were standing by recording it all. "What the fuck has happened to me?", Goldie cursed.

Forgetting about worrying about the many that she could not now control that had born witness to this whole depraved scene of debauchery, Goldie quickly gathered her clothes to make her escape in the faint hope of still seeing which direction the vampire and his minions had taken Aurelia, their captured prey. 

The night was still. The only movement was a piece of trash blowing down the alley from the light breeze. They were gone.

Chapter Four

Aurelia fought as the evil vampire's battalion carried her out the back door of the seedy bar. Taimado had strategized this capture for weeks. Just as planned, his minion's carried her down the alley toward the abandoned industrial building he had tactically acquired one block behind the eccentric bar. Using the cover of ghost companies, he leased and prepared it to become his breeding lair. Aurelia put up a fight. She was not used to not being in charge. She knew her greatest chance for escape would be while outside. She didn't know how true her insight was. 

Aurelia fought valiantly as they turned down the back steps of the boarded up non-descript rundown building. Taimado planned well and took no risks. Aurelia's reputation preceded her; however, the strength and number of the small brigade was far too much for her to overcome. To make matters worse, all of her kicking caused one of her ankle boots to inadvertently fall off outside as they disappeared through the door of what is meant to become her new breeding prison. 

Once inside, they carried her to the deep inner-recesses of the thick-walled building and down a flight of stairs into the basement. In the center of the basement was a boiler room for the furnace. They carried Aurelia into the room and through a secret door Taimado installed that led to another flight of stairs down to the elaborately designed breeding dungeon. On the far end of the large secret lower basement, five chains hung from a custom hydraulic apparatus attached to the tall ceiling. Taimado had the device custom made for his enjoyment of Aurelia. Two chains near the wall had wrist straps attached, the middle chain had a neck collar, and the front two had ankle restraints. A handheld remote made it easy to control the length and tightness of each chain. The chains hung next to a bed.

Aurelia fought with silent resolve as the vampire soldiers locked the clasps around her wrists. The chains were loose, allowing her to continue to resist. Taimado enjoyed the power of pushing two buttons that caused the machinery in the ceiling to retract the chains attached to her arms, raising them high in the air until she was on her tiptoes. One of the vampire minions seized the moment to attach the collar to her neck. "Damn it!" she thought to herself, unwilling to announce her frustration out loud. Two of the vampire corporals reached for her feet to attach the final chains. Aurelia kicked them both, knocking them across the room and unconscious. Taimado, unsurprised and un-phased, pushed a third button on the device, raising the chain connected to her neck. Aurelia gasped for air as the collar began to pull her up, choking her out. 

"Give it up," Taimado said. "You belong to me now." Aurelia gasped for air. Taimado loosened the chains attached to her raised arms, forcing her to be held in the air only by the raised collar. Her feet dangled just above the floor. Her neck choked. She felt increasingly faint. Two of the other vampire soldiers grabbed her feet. They dutifully removed her thong and one remaining boot before fastening the clasps around her ankles. Once secured, Taimado lowered the chain attached to her neck, mercifully allowing her to stand. Aurelia heaved a deep breath. All five chains now secured her for Taimado's pleasure.

"I may be chained on the outside, but I remain free on the inside," Aurelia silently resolved to herself. She refused to give in to the temporary setback. She refused to give up control. She couldn't help feeling frustrated that she allowed herself to be captured; she was determined to find a way out. Her resolve defied her imprisonment in the deep underground dungeon where no one passing by would ever hear her screams nor see the lights in the room. Taimado had designed Aurelia's prison so that it would be impossible for anyone to find her here. 

"Welcome to my breeding nest," Taimado said in his deep voice as he undressed himself. "From here we will spawn a new generation of vampires. Through them, I will rule the world," he added lustfully. He had patiently planned and waited for this moment. Now it was his; she was his; the world would be his.

Taimado walked around his captured prey admiring her beauty more fully than he was able at the dimly lit bar. He prided himself that she was even more stunning and beautiful than the legends had described: her dark bobbed hair, those amazing green eyes, her fit slender body, her perfect modest tits, that amazing ass, those long sultry legs, that soaked glistening pussy. 

Taimado had trouble imagining a more perfect specimen, although at that very moment his mind drifted as the image of Goldie, the super heroine that he had the incredible pleasure of fucking just a bit earlier, popped into his mind. His arousal grew all the more. Two perfect women, the one right in front of him being the perfect creature with whom he who would soon re-propagate the vampire species for him to rule the world. His dick ached.

Aurelia stood resolute as the unusually impressive vampire walked around her. Just as he could get a better look at her, she was able to better assess him as her captor. The six foot five creature's body rippled with muscle: his thick neck, broad shoulders, muscles that layered his arms and legs, his twelve-pack stomach. Most unusual and curious, was the unusual size and muscularity of his impressive dick. The long length of his shaft was laced with thick strands of muscle, leading to a large bulbous head. It was a tool made for breeding and pleasure.

Despite her best efforts to be disgusted by this abomination, Aurelia couldn't deny her arousal as he walked around her. Part of it was due to her Gwardian Breeder oestrus cycle continuing to surge lust-filled hormones through her system, part of it was due to the impressive stature of her captor, and part of it was due to her bent arousal of being dominated for sexual pleasure. She wondered if the stirring novelty of her peril might wane with time, but couldn't deny the eroticism of the moment. Regardless, she was determined not to give him the pleasure of knowing how turned on she was. She hoped her body wouldn't give her away.