Primary Colors
Chapter 1 — Slavery’s Silver Lining
Black Mist looked down from her perch at the deal taking place in the street below and not for the first time, she wished she had the gift of super hearing but alas, that was one gift she didn’t have. Super strength sure. The ability to fly, of course. An uncanny sense of direction and a sixth sense that told her when she was about to be attacked. She had been endowed with all of those by the Great Goddess Isis, but alas, she didn’t have super hearing.
It was a transaction of some sort. She knew that. She couldn’t help but wonder what was in the truck. Well, she’d find out soon enough as soon as she swooped in to clean things up.
Of course, what really interested her was the man in the white suit and the white hat.
Carlos Connors. What was that notorious kingpin doing here. Whatever it was, he most likely wasn’t up to anything good but why was he here? Was the deal really that big that it demanded the personal attention of the south side’s biggest crime lord. She certainly hoped so and if it was, this would turn out to be one heck of a bust.
The three men were walking over to the truck and the superheroine couldn’t help but lean forward. The driver was about to open the truck and she was finally going to find out what ...
When consciousness finally returned to her, Black Mist found herself lying face up and strapped spread eagle to a table and while that was certainly embarrassing, what made it even more embarrassing was that with the exception of her mask, every other article of clothing was gone.
While the brunette had always been proud of her body, she couldn’t help but shiver in her exposed condition. Her mask still kept her identity a secret but everything else was on display, and most especially her full, firm tits and her wide hips. Damn it. She had vague memories of the roof erupting in arcs of supercharged energy and of her body writhing in the energy until she’d finally passed out, but just how exactly had she gotten herself into this position.
She struggled against her restraints but her struggles amounted to naught.
“I would’t bother,” a man’s voice told her.
A metal band crossed her forehead keeping her head completely motionless and every time she tried to move, it was as if there was a jolt of energy surging through her skull and even when she didn’t try to move, still the jolts were there if not quite so intense as when she tried to move.
She tried to pull herself up into a sitting position but the pain from the metal band was so excruciating that before her head had moved hardly at all, she was breathing heavily as she sank back down. “What ... what are you doing to me?” she asked in gasps.
“Teaching you a lesson,” the man’s voice said.
“What lesson?”
“You’ll see.”
From the way her head was pinned, Black Mist had little choice but to look straight up at the mirror above her which reflected her own helplessness back to her. It also meant that since she couldn’t turn her head, she couldn’t see whomever it was who was talking to her.
She struggled once more against her restraints.
“Like I said,” the man’s voice said, “I wouldn’t bother.”
Black Mist struggled again. “You’re not me,” she said, “and I’ll struggle if I want to.”
“Suit yourself but you should know that those bindings are made of solid titanium. Do you know how much money it costs to get titanium bindings?”
The superhero struggled again but she knew it wasn’t going to do any good. “I hope it cost you a whole fucking lot of money,” she told her captor.
“As a matter of fact it did but it was worth it because otherwise we wouldn’t have you.”
“Yeah, well fuck you.”
The man sighed. “Not much of a conversationalist,” he said, “but I suppose I shouldn’t have expected anything more. I suppose we should get started then. What do you think?”
Get started. That sounded rather ominous. Once more, Black Mist struggled against her restraints and once more, it was to no avail. “You better let me go,” she said.
“Or what,” the still unseen man said. “You superheroes, you’re always so arrogant, running around acting like you’re in charge when that’s hardly the case.”
Once more, the woman struggled against her restraints.
The owner of the unseen voice finally stepped forward and it was only then that Black Mist finally had her view of the man. It was him. Carlos Connors. They said he’d pretty much been run out of Darkview but now here he was, here in her city.
“You superheroes,” the man sneered. “So arrogant but you’re not invincible. Perhaps we should see what you look like under that mask of yours.”
Black Mist tried to pull away as his fingers reached out for her mask but the effort and the ensuing jolts inside her skull only left her breathing heavily and did nothing to get herself any further away from the man’s hand.
Carlos Connors just laughed as his fingers tugged at the edge of her mask. Not enough to pull it free but more than enough to show that he could have if he wanted to. “You can keep it,” he said. “I don’t need to know your secret identity,” he said.
What the hell did that mean, Black Mist wondered.
“You really are so arrogant,” the man said. “Did you really think no one knew where you were going to be?”
The woman on the table would have shook her head if the bindings would have allowed even that little bit of movement.
“We staged our little transaction for you because we knew there was no place else that a snooping little slut such as yourself could possibly be except right there on that roof top. It was the only place that offered just the right vantage point and so of course, that’s exactly where you had to be. All we had to do was to booby trap the roof with an electric netting so that at the right moment, we could zap the fuckin’ hell out of you and as long as none of my men made any effort to attack you, your super spidey sense or whatever the fuck you call it wouldn’t tell you you were in danger.”
The superheroine would have hung her head if she’d been allowed to do so. She’d been caught. That much was sure but there was a more pressing problem. “What are you going to do with me?”
“Well now, that is the question, isn’t it? Some of my compatriots would probably say I should kill you right here and now.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” the woman spat out although she knew the cards really weren’t in her favor.
“I might,” the man said, “if I had to, but really, you can be so much more useful to me in so many other ways.”
“In what ways?”
“Imagine you with my dick in your pussy. How’s that sound to you?”
“You’d rape me,” the woman said.
“Rape? Whoever said anything about rape? No, I was thinking about you more being a slave to my cock. You could be my very own superslut. How’s that sound?”
“Bad.”
“Oh sure. I’m sure it sounds that way now, but that’s just because you haven’t got the right frame of mind yet.”
“I’m never going to have the right frame of mind as you call it.”
“I was sure you’d say that now,” the crime boss said, “but that’s only because you haven’t been introduced to this.”
The woman looked up at what the man held in front of her face. It looked for all the world like a shiny, metal dildo, and not that big a one at that. She’d seen bigger. Heck, she’d even had bigger. “You think you’re going to impress me with that,” she scoffed. “I think you’re not giving me enough credit.”
“Oh I know it doesn’t look like much,” the crime boss said, “but let me tell you, this little thing has the power to blow your mind.”
“Yeah right.”
“You don’t believe me. Perhaps we should put it to the test.”
“It’s not going to do anything,” she said.
“We’ll see about that,” and once more, the crime boss moved out of her field of vision.
There was nothing to do but to wait, the superheroine told herself. She could see the man in the mirror above her. The asshole was really going to do it. Oh man, she couldn’t wait to get out of here and when she did, oh man, she was going to make his life a living hell.
She could feel the dildo right there, right at her opening and she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about it because as much as she didn’t want to be, her pussy was wet. Damn it. Why was her pussy wet?
“I think someone likes this,” the crime boss said.
She couldn’t like it, she told herself and yet ...
“Mmm.” She just couldn’t help herself. She just couldn’t help but moan.
“I think someone likes this.” the crime boss said again.
“I ... I no.”
“Don’t lie to me or we can stop this right now.”
They should stop, the superheroine told herself. They should stop, only ...
Only there was a part of her that didn’t want to stop.
“Tell me you like this.”
“No,” she whimpered and yet even as she said it, she could feel just how much she wanted the synthetic cock between her legs.
“No? Are you sure, because I can stop if you want me to.”
“No.”
“No what?”
“No. I ... I don’t want you to stop.” The woman cringed at that. She hadn’t wanted to say that but it was the truth.
“You want to cum, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to cum.”
“What’s that?”
“I want you to make me cum,” the woman said and this time, she really meant it.
“Okay, you can cum, but only if I let you. How about we do it this way. On the count of three, you’re going to cum. What do you think about that?”
“It sucks.”
“But it would be a neat trick if I could do it. Imagine me having that much control over your body.”
“It sucks,” she said again.
The man just laughed. “Yes, I suppose it would but let’s see if I can do it. One ...”
It wasn’t going to work, the superheroine told herself.
“Two ...”
Ha. Nice try, buster.
“Three,” the man said softly.
She was cumming. She was cumming so fucking hard and she just kept right on cumming over and over again until her eyes just rolled up in her head and she passed out right there on the table.
Black Mist regained her consciousness in fits and starts. Why had she passed out, she wondered. She couldn’t have been that susceptible to the whims of the crime boss and yet it appeared she was ...
She had to get out of there, she told herself. She had to get out of there before HE came back again.
The woman shivered at just the thought of that and that couldn’t be a good thing.
She still couldn’t turn her head. Whatever was holding her still had her in its grip.
She pulled with her arms. She’d hoped that maybe ... maybe she could pull herself free.
No such luck. She worked her legs. Come on, she willed herself. Come on. Break free. Do it. Do it now.
Again, whatever was holding her continued to hold her fast. She was huffing now. She had to get free. She just had to.
She took a breath. Only in emergencies, she told herself but this certainly qualified at that. It also took something out of her when she used the oath but she had to. “By the Great Goddess Isis from whom my powers are derived, give me super strength.”
She tried again and this time, her left arm moved. She pulled again and her arm moved again. Yes, she could do this, she told herself. It was so simple.
Her arm came free and that was all it took. Soon, she had the rest of her body free.
She had to get out of there, she told herself. Her supercharged super strength would soon drain her and when it did, she would be weak and vulnerable. Of her uniform, there was no trace. She looked at the window. Now that she’d gotten herself free from the vile contraption, she could get away but without her uniform ...
She thought she heard steps in the hallway just outside her door. Was someone coming, she wondered. If they were, she couldn’t be there when her super strength left her. She had to flee. She had no choice. She could always come back to fight another day. She took one look at the window and then she was tossing herself out onto the street.
Carlos Connors looked up as his underling approached him. “Boss,” the underling said. “I think I got some bad news.”
“Have you now?”
“It’s about Black Mist.”
“I suppose you’re going to tell me she escaped.”
The underling gasped. “How’d you know that?” he asked.
The crime boss looked at the man. “It was bound to happen,” he said. “She was going to break herself free sooner or later. It just so happened that it was sooner rather than later.”
“You knew she’d escape?”
Carlos nodded.
“But she’ll be back.”
“So?”
“So she’s going to come after us.”
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Oh no. In fact, I’m rather counting on it.”
Nikki Nickerson was on time again as usual. It was, her co-workers said, one of the things that defined her. She might have been a bit on the bland side but Nikki Nickerson was always reliable. She was always on time. She always got her work done, on time of course, and she never, ever complained about anything.
She clocked in for her job and she took up her duties as the Assistant to the Head Librarian. The title didn’t sound like much but in essence, she was the second in command at the library and since the Head Librarian, Mrs. Henderson, really wasn’t what she’d used to be, everyone at the library knew that it was Nikki that really ran the show.
She stopped by the front desk to greet the young woman there. “How are things going today, Gail?” she asked.
“They’re going fine, Ms. Nickerson.”
“You still having problems with that boyfriend of yours,” Nikki asked.
The girl’s face clouded over just a little. “Yeah kinda. Frankie, he tries to do right, but sometimes ...”
“Sometimes, he slips up. Is that what you’re trying to say?”
The girl nodded.
“Well hang in there, Gail, and Gail?”
“Yes, Ms. Nickerson?”
“You know if you ever need someone to talk to, you know you can always come to me.”
The girl smiled a little at that. The Assistant Librarian was pretty enough, sure. She’d be even prettier if she ever bothered to let her hair down but she was so dull and come on, with someone like that, what could she ever know about guys. The girl had no doubt that whatever advice she might offer would be as dull and as bland as she was. Still, she did appreciate the offer. “Thank you, Ms. Nickerson.”
The Assistant Librarian waved it aside and she continued to make her rounds to the various departments of the library, to Mrs. Fenniman in Reference and to Ms. Carrington in Circulations before she made her way back to her office.
Once inside her office though, she powered up her computer and she started her search for makers of titanium restraints.
She would have thought there’d have been someone who made that kind of specialized equipment but as her search soon revealed, there didn’t seem to be anyone. Odd, she thought. Perhaps, it was too specialized. She tapped some other keys. Perhaps her search had been too specific. Perhaps a wider search. Perhaps ...
Nikki gasped as her pussy was suddenly wracked by wave after wave of hot, gooey sexual desire. She ... she, oh my God ... what was happening to her.
She was breathing hard and there was nothing that she wanted more than to get her hands up under skirt to play with her pussy.
No, she couldn’t.
Oh, but she could. All it would take would be to ...
No!
But her hands seemed to have a mind of their own. Already, her fingers were there pressing her panties against her wet pussy and Nikki couldn’t help but moan. Oh God, that felt good.
Something was ripping. That was her panties of course. They couldn’t seem to hold up to the intense pressure of Nikki in heat.
Nikki’s fingers pushed their way past her tattered panties and then she was there, playing with her pussy. Oh fuck, that was good.
Her eyes rolled back her head. Had she shut the door to her office, she wondered. Probably not but she didn’t have time to worry about that now. Oh geez. What she really wished for was a cock but for now, her fingers would have to do the trick.
Oh fuck, she was close. She was ...
She was ...
She moaned as her fingers finally did the trick. Oh God. She was cumming so hard. Oh God. That was so fucking good.
Gradually, her need began to subside and as her need diminished, her feelings of shame increased. Just what the heck had she been thinking, she wondered.
It probably would be better to say that she hadn’t been thinking. She’d just ... she’d just ... oh my God, she’d been such a little slut.
She was ashamed.
She also had a pair of torn panties.
She made her way to the bathroom to get herself cleaned up. There was nothing she could do about the panties but she’d go out at lunch and she’d get herself a new pair and most importantly, she assured herself, this was never, ever going to happen again.
It was later that day and Nikki was sitting in her office. She was going through some paperwork when suddenly her pussy twanged again. Oh my God, she thought. No.
Oh my God. Yes. Her pussy wanted attention.
No, not again, Nikki told herself and yet, she knew. She looked at the clock. Almost closing time but not close enough and her pussy was clamoring for attention.
She should have told herself no but she already knew she wasn’t going to. She was already up and moving as fast as she could while at the same time trying not to appear too frantic.
She was in the lady’s restroom. There’d better be a stall open, she told herself because if there wasn’t, as hot as she was, she would most likely rip her newly purchased panties off and finger her clitty even if she had to do it right there in the open.
There was an open stall and before Nikki knew it, she was there in the stall rubbing away at her clitty.
She couldn’t help but moan as her fingers found her sensitive, little nub and she just went to town on her pussy. Oh fuck, she told herself. Oh fuck. That felt good. She almost didn’t care who knew what she was doing. The only thing that mattered was getting herself off.
And she was going to do it, too. She could feel her pussy giving in to what her fingers wanted her to do. She was almost there. Just a little bit more. Just a little bit ...
She groaned as her pussy gave in to the inevitable. She was cumming. She was cumming good. She was cumming so well but still, what she really needed was ...
She groaned. Her fingers were good but what she really needed was a cock.
The next morning when Nikki woke up, she knew right away what she wanted. What she wanted was to fuck.
But I have to go to work, she told herself.
Fuck work, and then almost immediately, she was surprised at herself, not just in the vehemence behind the thought but also in the fact that that she’d had it at all. She never called in sick. She never took “personal” days. It was important to set a good example so of course, she was always there each and every day.
But how could she go to work when her pussy felt like this. What she wanted was ...
Don’t say it, she told herself and yet the thought came to her mind before she could stop herself. What she needed was a cock.
She already knew what she was going to do. She’d have to wait a bit before anyone was there to receive her call but that just gave her a little more time to play with her pussy.
What the hell was the matter with her, she wondered and yet even as she wondered that, she knew it didn’t matter. She just wanted to get herself off.
She called in at the appointed time. “Hullo,” the girl on the other end of the line said.
“Hi, Stacy,” she said. “It’s Ms. Nickerson.”
“Oh hi, Ms. Nickerson,” the girl answered. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be here right now?”
“That’s why I’m calling,” Nikki said. “I’m calling in sick.”
“What?”
“I’m calling in sick,” Nikki said.
“No, I heard you, but Ms. Nickerson, you never call in sick.”
Nikki gritted her teeth. The last thing she needed was for this girl to be reminding her of that. “I know,” she said, “but I think I’m feeling under the weather. Can you let Mrs. Henderson know?”
“Sure thing, Ms. Nickerson. I’ll do that and Ms. Nickerson?”
“Yes?”
“I hope you feel better soon.”
Oh she would, she wanted to tell the girl. Just as soon as she got a vibrator between her legs, she’d be feeling lots better but of course she couldn’t tell the girl that. Instead, she just replied with a bland, “I hope so, too, Stacy. Thank you.”
“Any time,” the girl said and with that, the line went dead.
Nikki was right about one thing. It did feel good to get a vibrator between her legs and the goodness lasted for a while before she’d have to do it again, but it was clear that that was only a stop gap measure. What she really needed was a cock.
She tried to set that thought aside. She’d begun to realize that this wasn’t natural, that whatever they’d done to her when she’d been Carlos Connors’ prisoner had somehow changed her and she was going to have to find him to find out what he’d done.
That night, Black Mist was making her rounds. She’d already seen a few things that she would have stopped and taken care of but she was on a mission. She had to find Carlos Connors and so far, she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him.
There, she thought. Lenny Lemieux. Fucking pimp and as it just so happened, he ran a stable of girls for Carlos Connors and better yet, he was alone. This was just the break she’d been looking for. She landed behind the unsuspecting man. “Lenny,” she said in a loud voice. She always found that effective. Come up behind some unsuspecting ne’er-do-well and then scare the hell out of him and Lenny was no different. The startled man turned around. “Black Mist,” he said fearfully.
“Where’s your boss?” she demanded.
“I ... I don’t know.”
“Cut the crap you little weasel. I know you know.”
“But I don’t,” the man tried to insist. “I’ve gone straight.”
It had all gone so well, the superhero thought. It had all gone so well right up until he’d said that word. Straight. Damn, that’s what she could use. Something nice and long and straight ...
“Oh my God.”
“What’s wrong?” the man asked even though it wasn’t in his character to show concern but even so, he was curious.
“My ... my ...” Oh my God, she thought. She’d almost told him.
“Your what?”
“My pussy,” she blurted out.
The man was obviously taken aback. “Your what?”
“Oh my God. My pussy.”
“What about it?”
She was looking at the man in a whole new way now. “You’ve got to make it stop,” she said.
“Make what stop.”
“You’re a man.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So take it out.”
“Take what out?”
“Your cock. Take it out.”
“Why?”
“Just do it. Take it out.”
“No. I want to know why.”
“Take it out and I’ll let you fuck me.”
“Yeah right.”
“No, I swear. I’ll let you fuck me.”
“Yeah, like I’d believe that.”
“If you don’t take it out,” the superhero said, “I will.”
“Yeah right. I don’t know what you’re up to but—”
That was as far as the man got because in the next instant, the superhero was shoving him to the ground and then she was literally ripping his pants apart to get at his cock.
“What the—”
Again, the man got no further because already the superhero had her pussy out and then she was lowering herself onto his member.
“Fuck,” the man groaned.
She couldn’t have put it better herself the superhero thought as she rode the man’s cock. Fuck yeah. This was just what her pussy needed.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again. “Oh my God. I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”
That made two of them, the woman thought, but she’d have him cumming soon enough.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned almost as if reading her mind. “You’re going to make me cum.”
I want it, she told herself. I want it so bad.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned yet again and this time she could feel it happening. He was actually cumming inside her only ... only her pussy remained hot. She still needed another cock.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
The superhero looked up to find the one man she hadn’t expected to see standing over her. It was Carlos Connors.
“It looks like someone’s been enjoying herself,” he said.
“I have to talk with you,” she said.
“Do you now,” he said in a voice that was more amused than surprised. “Well now, isn’t this interesting.”
“Can I talk with you?”
“Of course.”
“No. Can I talk with you alone?”
“Oh, I suppose. If you must. Follow me.”
He led the way to his limo. “All right. Talk.”
The superhero nodded. “It’s about the other night.”
“Wait. Don’t you think you’d rather suck my cock first?”
That hadn’t been what she’d been thinking but almost as soon as he said it, she realized that that was exactly what she wanted to do.
“Well?”
“I’d love to suck your cock.”
“Well you know me. Nice guy that I am, I’m not about to deprive a pretty girl of what she wants so if that’s what you want, have at it.”
She couldn’t help herself. She was leaning forward and then her hand was stroking the front of his pants and in the next instant, she was unzipping his pants and she was taking his cock out.
“Yeah, you like that,” the man told her as he stroked her hair. “You like sucking on my big, fat cock, don’t you?”
Of course she wasn’t about to answer. Not with a cock in her mouth she wasn’t. Mmm yeah, this was what she wanted. She wanted to suck that cock.
“You keep that up and I think you’re going to get yourself a reward.”
Mmm, she hoped so and in spite of herself, she knew just what kind of a reward she hoped to get.
“Keep sucking,” the man told her. “You’re almost there.”
Yes. She was almost there.
“Just a little bit more.”
She kept sucking.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
He was cumming. He was cumming in her mouth and she absolutely loved it. She swallowed his cum so she could make herself ready to receive even more. She loved it when he came in her mouth.
And finally, he was done and it was only then that some measure of sanity returned to her. Oh my God, the superhero thought. What had she just done? She’d been such a slut.
“Tell me,” the man said. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good, I’m glad. Now get out.”
“What?”
“I said get out.”
The superhero looked out of the car and she realized they were in her neighborhood. Not on her street exactly, but only a couple of blocks over. Did that mean ... did it mean the crime boss knew where she lived? Worse yet, did it mean he knew her true identity?
“Get out,” the man said again.
“But we need to talk.”
“And we will. Tomorrow, but only if you do what I say. Otherwise, I’ve got nothing to say to you ... ever.”
But no, she wanted to say.
“Last chance,” the man told her. “You walk and later we talk. Otherwise, you become a slave to my cock.”
“You did this to me.”
“Yes, of course. Now get out.”
She got out of the car. She didn’t want to admit the power that he had over her but she couldn’t run the risk that he wouldn’t talk to her so she got out of the car and she watched him drive away.
The next day saw Nikki back at work but she was hardly back at work. While she seemed to be able to handle the day to day operations of the library, from time to time, she found herself fantasizing about the crime boss and his cock and just what it felt like to have him cum in her mouth and every time, she imagined him cumming in her cock sucking mouth, she couldn’t help but feel like that was exactly what she wanted him to do.
Gail greeted her as she entered the building. “Hi, Ms. Nickerson,” she said.
“Gail, how’s it going?”
“Not bad,” the girl said.
“Gail, do I hear a bit of hesitation in your voice?”
“No, I mean ... it’s just that ... no.”
“Gail.”
“What?”
“You seem kind of uncertain.”
“I’m not uncertain,” the girl said.
“Uh huh.”
“I’m not uncertain, Ms. Nickerson. Really, I’m not.”
“Uh huh. Well you know if you ever need someone to talk to, you can always come talk to me.”
“I know, Ms. Nickerson.”
What the heck was that about, Nikki asked herself as she’d walked to her office. It was almost as if ... but no ... it was just that ... it couldn’t be ...
By the time she’d gotten from the front desk to her office, she’d put all thoughts of Gail out of her mind. She had work to do and the first order of business was to try and figure out just what the heck Carlos Connors had done to her.
The morning came and went and as busy as she was, Nikki really had no time to worry about her pussy.
She went out for lunch and of course, she was back before her lunch hour ended because of course, that’s the way she was.
It wasn’t until mid-afternoon that she finally had a lull in her day and she went to the break room to get some coffee.
Gail was there with another girl, Caitlyn. The two of them were always talking and this was hardly anything different and even though she didn’t have super hearing, Nikki could hear every word that the two girls were saying.
“So Frankie, he’s totally got his hands all over me,” Gail was saying, “and I’m trying to tell him no and he’s like if you cared about me, you’d do it, and I’m like I’m not that way.”
“Boys,” Caitlyn said.
“Yeah.”
“So then what happens?”
“He tries to put his arm around me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. He’s just trying to get close because he wants to look down my blouse and I’m just waiting for him to do it so I can catch him at it.”
“Yeah? So did he do it?”
“What do you mean did he do it? You know Frankie. Of course, he did it.”
“Boys,” Caitlyn said.
“Maybe you should have just let him fuck you.”
Two heads turned almost at the same time and two wide-eyed girls spoke in almost near unison. “What,” they said.
“What?” Nikki asked.
“What’d you say?” Gail asked.
Oh my God, Nikki thought. Had she actually said what she was thinking out loud.
“I was just wondering what you said,” Gail said.
“I ... I didn’t say anything. I mean, I was just talking to myself.”
“But it sounded like—”
“It sounded like what?” Nikki said harshly.
Gail looked at her friend and her friend looked back at her and then she meekly backed down. “Nothing,” she said. “I guess ... I guess I must have misheard it.”
“I guess you must have,” Nikki agreed. “Now if you two don’t mind, I’m going to head back to my office.”
“Okay, Ms. Nickerson,” said the one girl.
“Okay, Ms. Nickerson,” repeated the other.
That had been close, Nikki told herself. She’d seen the boyfriend. There really was nothing all that special about him but now that the image was there in her mind, she couldn’t help thinking about him with his cock out, him there in her office, him teasing her pussy, him ...
Stop it, she told herself. Stop it.
Mmm, but the thought of it, the thought of getting fucked. It just made her pussy so wet and it made it so hard to think about anything else but ...
Stop it!
It was some time later and Black Mist was patrolling the city. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular, she tried to tell herself. She was just out on patrol. only ...
Perhaps she ought to see if she could find Carlos Connors. It wasn’t because she wanted to see him or anything like that. It was just that a man like him, it was almost a given that whatever he was involved in just had to be illegal.
She found him in the same place where she’d found him that first night when he captured her only this time ...
Only this time, he was alone. No henchmen. No truck. No nothing. Just Carlos standing in the alley looking as if he was waiting for someone and there was something else that was different as well. This time, her pussy was so hot and this time, her pussy was so wet. She moaned as she settled down on the rooftop and looked at the man below.
There was something wrong, she told herself. She shouldn’t be this hot, and yet ...
And yet she was.
She should leave, she told herself. She should leave before things got out of hand and yet as much as she tried to tell herself that, she couldn’t help but think how nice it would be to just drop down on the man below.
Why was her pussy so wet, she wondered and yet even as she thought it, she felt herself sliding down off of the rooftop and drifting down to the ground below.
If Carlos was surprised to see her, he didn’t seem to show it. He just chuckled when he saw the superhero. “Well now,” he said. “Would you look at who we have here? Have you come here to get your pussy fucked?”
That was exactly why she was here, the superhero told herself. She’d tried not to tell herself that but now that he’d said it, now that it was right there in the open, she couldn’t help but admit the truth to herself. She did want him to fuck her. She wanted it so bad.
“Well?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said.
“Of course, you do. A super slut like you, I imagine it must be nearly unbearable.”
“What is?”
“To be around a cock like mine and to not have it in your pussy. It must be unbearable.”
She knew he was right. In fact, how could she have not known it before. Of course that was what she wanted. She wanted his cock in her pussy.
“What do you want?” the man asked.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“But of course. You can have what you want but you have to give me something in return.”
“What?”
“You have to become my property.”
“What?”
“You have to become my property.”
“But I—”
“It’s not such a bad thing being my property,” the man said. “You get to do whatever I tell you to do. You get to think of new ways to please me, and of course, I get to fuck you whenever I want to.”
Oh God yes, the super heroine told herself. That was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to fuck her whenever he wanted to. “But ... but I can’t,” she moaned.
“Can’t? Why not?”
“I’m a crime fighter. You’re a criminal. How could I ever be owned by the likes of you?”
“Oh my dear. Don’t you see? That’s the beauty of the whole thing. You still get to do what you do. Only now, you’d be working for me.”
“I’d be working for you?”
“Yes, of course. You’d still be fighting crime, but now, you’d only be going after those criminals who weren’t under my protection. You see how much simpler that would be, don’t you?”
She was trying to fight it but for some reason, just the thought of going against him was so hard to consider.
“And just think, with less criminals for you to pursue, that would mean there would be more time to be fucked ... by ... me.”
Yes. That was what she wanted. She wanted to be fucked by him.
“I know you want it. I can tell just by looking at you.”
She certainly did want it but was she really that transparent? Could he really tell just by looking at her?
“I think it’s time we got you out of that superslut’s costume. What do you think?”
Yes, of course. That was exactly what she wanted.
“Easy there, slut.”
“What?”
“You got an image to protect. We can’t have you taking off your costume where just anyone can see it.”
He was right. Why hadn’t she thought about that? He was right.
“Fortunately, I’ve got a place where we can go, a place where a slut like you can show me just how much of a slut she really is.”
She couldn’t help herself. She wanted to go. She wanted to show him what a slut she was.
The crime boss called for a limo and soon the two of them were in the car heading to Carlos’ secret place.
“Did you know my cock is hard?” Carlos asked.
The superhero shook her head.
“Well it is. What do you think we should do about that?”
She wasn’t sure what he wanted her to do with it but she was certainly sure that she knew what she wanted to do with it. Her hand stroked the front of his pants. Oh yeah, she told herself. He certainly was hot and that’s when she pulled his zipper down. Her hands dove inside his pants and then she was pulling his cock out into the light. She licked her lips as she bent down and then she was taking his cock into her mouth.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it.”
There was a part of her that wanted to take off her uniform right there in his car. Wasn’t this private enough. She could climb up into his lap and let her pussy slide down around his cock but he hadn’t said she could so instead, she just kept sucking his cock.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Suck it.”
Like she could actually stop herself, the superhero told herself and even if she could have, she knew she didn’t want to. She knew she wanted to suck that cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again and this time, the superhero could feel his cock cumming and her mouth couldn’t help but suck his cum down.
And even after he’d cum, it was like her mouth couldn’t seem to let his cock alone. She kept licking and teasing with her tongue and her hand squeezed his member.
“I think someone likes that,” the crime boss said.
The woman nodded.
“But we’re going to have to put it away for now.”
The woman shook her head no. She didn’t want him to put it away but she couldn’t bring herself to disagree openly with him.
“You’ll get it again soon enough,” the man assured her.
Everything hung on that. She watched wistfully as the cock went back inside the man’s pants.
“And we’re here,” the man said. They were coming up on one of the downtown high rises. “My offices are in the penthouse,” he said. “I’m assuming you can get yourself up there without being seen,” and Black Mist nodded. “Then go.”
She was waiting for Carlos when the man finally arrived up at his penthouse offices.
“I sometimes forget how fast you can get around when you fly,” he said. “That’ll come in handy when you turn yourself over to me.”
No, she wasn’t going to do that, she thought and yet even as she thought it, she couldn’t help but think just how nice that would be.
“I think it’s time we got you out of those clothes. What do you think about that?”
She couldn’t have agreed more. In fact, she couldn’t wait to get out of her clothes.
“What are you doing?” the man asked.
“I’m taking my clothes off.”
“I can see that but that’s not what I wanted.”
“It isn’t?”
“Baby, you got to strip for me. You have to show me just what a slut you really are and if you do that, maybe I’ll let you fuck me.”
“Maybe,” the superhero wailed.
“Well probably, actually, but only if you do a really good job.”
“You promise?”
“Baby, you and I both know that doesn’t mean dick. Let’s just leave it at you do a really good job and we’ll see where we go from there.”
That was hardly the kind of guarantee that she wanted but she knew it probably wasn’t going to get any better than that and besides, almost as soon as she started taking off her clothes, she could feel herself getting hotter and the hotter she got, the more she wanted to take off her clothes.
She was naked from the waist up and her hands played with her ample tits and she didn’t have to wonder if Carlos was hard for her because her super-vision could see the way his pants bulged in front of him. “Do you like this?” she teased. “Do you like it when I play with my tits?”
“Oh yeah, Baby.”
“I’ll bet you’d like to see my pussy.”
“Maybe I would.”
“Maybe?”
“Yeah maybe.”
“Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“I don’t know. I suppose it all depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“Depends on just how slutty you can be.”
“I can be really slutty.”
“I don’t know about that. I think you’ve been good for far too long.”
She had been good, the superhero told herself, but she could be bad, too. “I want you to fuck me,” she told the crime boss. “I want you to fuck me good.”
The man grinned. “Well, if that’s what you want, how about we see that pussy of yours.”
This was wrong, the superhero told herself and yet in the next minute, she swept that thought aside. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to show this man her pussy. Ever since he’d tied her up ...
“Lie down on my couch,” the man said.
She lay back on his couch.
“Spread your legs,” he told her and without even thinking about it, she spread her legs.
And that’s when she felt the head of his cock pressed up against her pussy and that suddenly got her attention. “I think I know what you want me to do with this,” he said.
She couldn’t help but moan as the man entered her and suddenly all other thoughts disappeared. The only thing that mattered was the man and his cock.
“I think you like this,” he said.
“I love it,” she cooed.
“I’ll bet you do ... Slut.”
God, she loved it when he called her that.
“I’ll bet I know what you want,” he said.
What, she wanted to say, but she held her tongue. She just knew she couldn’t run the risk of having him think she was talking back at him.
“I’ll bet you want me to cum inside you.”
God yes. She hadn’t realized it until just that moment but of course, that was what she wanted.
“God, you really are a sexy, little slut,” the man said.
“I ... I ...”
“Don’t try and deny it. We both know what you want.”
She didn’t deny it.
“You want me to cum inside you.”
“Yes-s-s,” she gasped.
“But that’s not all. You want me to own you. You want to be my slave.”
No, she wanted to say. The answer was no, but ...
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Yes what, slut?”
“I ... I want to be your slave.”
“You know, I really wish I could believe you, but I don’t. You say that now, but how can I know if you really mean it?”
“I mean it,” she said.
“But how can I know? Unless of course—”
“What?”
“Unless you used your special oath.”
The superhero gasped. “How did you know about that?”
The man just laughed. “Come on. I know more about you than you think I do. Now say it.”
“I ... I can’t.”
“Sure you can and you will because you want to, because you want to feel my cum in your pussy.”
Yes. That was what she wanted more than anything else.
“I grow tired of this. Maybe we should stop.”
“No!”
“No?”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Then say the oath.”
“I ... I can’t.”
“Then we’re done here.”
“No.”
“No what?”
“I ... I ... by, um, by the Great Goddess Isis from whom my, um, my powers are derived, make me your slave.”
“No. Do it right.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t hesitate. Don’t flub it. You have to say it and you have to mean it. Now say it right or we’re done here.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes. You have to.”
The superhero sighed. She could do this she told herself. She took another breath. “By the Great Goddess Isis from whom my powers are derived, make me your slave.”
“There you go,” the man said.
She’d thought she could say it, the superheroine told herself. She’d thought she could say it and then take it back later but even as that cock continued to take her pussy, she could feel herself changing. She didn’t really want to take it back, she told herself. She had an owner now and she couldn’t do anything that her owner wouldn’t want her to do.
“Oh God,” the man groaned. “Oh God. You’re going to make me cum.”
She wanted it. She wanted his cum inside her but more than that, she wanted to be of service. This was what she existed for. She wanted to be of service to HIM.
The man growled as his cock finally unleashed itself inside her wet and willing cunt. “Fuck,” he groaned as he cock continued to cum. “Fuck.”
That’s what she thought too. She loved the way he was filling her up.
“Fuck that’s good, super slut.”
Oh God, that was what she was. She was a super slut, or at least that’s what she was for his dick. She was his super slut.
“You remember what I told you. You remember that from now on, you’re going to be working for me.”
She remembered. She was his property and from now on, she’d do what he wanted.
“From now on, you work for me,” he said again, “but remember, it’s our little secret.”