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Whom A Villainess Would Destroy....

While on duty, A young superhero finds himself caught in a trap by a sultry villainess.

It had been a good day, a very good day for him

In the sky above the city, blue and clear on this Friday afternoon, this thought passed through the mind of someone looking down at the streets, hovering, with his yellow cape whipping in the wind, someone clad in a tight-fitting blue bodysuit and wearing blue boots. This ‘someone’ was no mere human, nor was he a actor supported by a concealed crane doing his stunt. No, the life of this young man, Jay,(besides working as a graduate assistant at the university) was to protect the city and the world from the forces of crime and evil. After all, he was a superhero, and this superhero was known only as the Raider. He had become a familar sight to the citizens as he flew through the air, swopping down in his blue-clad uniform, making his presence felt to the criminals who dared to challenge the young champion, ensnaring fear into those who dared to defy the law. Ironically, he had actually had more challenges from those who defended the law. The weekend before, after stopping a car driving away from a attempted armed robbery, Jay had been given a warning by a police officer. The police officer had been on a undercover assignment, and trailing the car driver back to his boss;he had not even been grateful that the Raider had saved his life(Jay’s x-ray vision had revealed the officer was not even armed.) As he landed, the two men stopped the car outside a apartment complex;they looked at each other

One, a big man with thin red hair, was smiling, but the other, a shorter, thin man a few years older, looked startled.

The big man said, “They said this job would be smooth.” The second man cocked his gun.

He said, “She said she got rid of this guy, ”.

When he pointed at Jay, the distraction allowed the Raider to subdue the two men relatively easy; one man fired a whole clip of bullets from his .45, which bounced harmlessly off the Raider’s armor. Before he could reload, Jay punched the man with a soft uppercut, which sent him flying toward a wall. The second man grabbed a trash can lid and tried to slam it on the Raider’s head. Due to his heightened senses(as he could hear the man breathing behind him.) he used his superspeed to turn around and deliver a roundhouse kick. Although it was at close range, the Raider had trained himself to concentrate his life-force to his limbs for short intense bursts. Therefore his kick would have the strongest impact and inflict little inward damage. The Raider walked to the slumped over thug and lifted him with one arm.

“Who is your boss? What is her name?” His superhearing meant that the Raider did not have to waste time interrogating his prisoner. He moved his hand up toward the thug’s head. “I could snap your neck if I wanted.” Jay was trying to follow the methods of a grim champion he had heard was in Jersey City, but probably not. Any way, he was not pulling off the desired effect, to tell by the laughing thug, who sneered at him.

“I’m not telling you a thing, asshole,” the thug said, spitting in Jay’s face. Unfortunately, Jay did not get his answer as a voice said, “It’s nice to see you again, lover.” At that sound, for some reason, Jay felt dizzy, it was hard to ascertain where the voice came from. To clear his head, The Raider sniffed the air, and caught a odor, a odor that smelled sweet, very sweet. He loosened his grip on the thug, the gas has already affected his balance. Trying to stay on his feet, the Raider stumbled back. However, before his head hit the ground, Jay was stopped. He looked up and found he had been caught in the arms of a mysterious woman clad in a red catsuit, H face was hidden by a hooded cloak,but she seemed familar...and what was that smell? That too was familar, but the Raider had little time to solve the riddle, as the woman turned Jay’s face to her breasts rubbing his head against her cleavage. The woman seemed to know the Raider well, smiling as she felt the Raider’s tongue on her right nipples, and then the heat from his gasp. The two thugs, fully recovered, walked over to the woman, and saw the Raider lying in the woman’s arms,

One of them said, “Guess he doesn’t get it that often from his girlfriend.”

Both laughed, and then the second thug said, “What girlfriend? The guy’s a freaking superhero. Twenty-four, seven. He’s probably lucky if he wacks off every night. Isn’t that so.. Amora?”

In spite of her concealing hood, Amora, caressing the neck of the Raider, who was now moaning, said, a sly smile over her face, “You may be right, gentlemen, but now it’s time to go. It would be impolite to keep our guest”,she looked back down at Jay, “waiting.” With that, the criminals walked over to the street corner toward a black limousine. The thugs sat in the front while Amora sat in the back seat with the Raider sprawled beside her, his head in her lap. He was trying to lift his left hand toward her breast. Amora slapped it away, saying, “Not yet, my love, but soon I will accept you, and take you as mine.” She kissed his cheek, and the Raider let out a loud moan. The second henchmen looked at the backseat and the prone hero in Amora’s arms. A wet stain slowly formed on the Raider’s blue tights, staining it to a dark blue, as the Raider climaxed, releasing his cum. The observing thug laughed.

“Wow, a straight guy,” he said, “He must be tight as steel.” The henchmen both laughed at this crude joke. Amora looked at both of them angrily, but then smiled.. The Raider had already slumped into unconsciousness, although he was panting, which would only make this even more fun..

Three minutes later, Jay awoke to find himself lying down on a large bed, and based on the cold wind hitting his chest, with part of his costume pulled down. What was even stranger was that his hands were not restrained to the bed, nor were his feet. He tried to rise, but his body was too sluggish. How could that be, Jay thought. Sure, he hadn’t eaten breakfast, but he had slept for ten hours last night. He knew he was fresh. Jay shook his head, clearing the cobwebs, and looked up. Amora was leaning against the bedpost, her raven-black hair flowing down the back of her long, red nightgown

The Raider moaned, “What? Where?”, after which Amora giggled, “That does not matter, all you need to know is that you are with me, lover, and that you are safe.” The Raider turned his eyes away, but he caught one of his eyes turning back to gaze upon the lovely siren. She was lovely, yes, but he would not, or could not , give himself the chance to look at her eyes. Jay was unable to explain this fear, but he knew he had to resist. Right now, though, he had to escape. Both eyes now closed, the Raider, trying to concentrate his power, his life-force, tensed his muscles, but his muscles did not move or make the slightest temblor as if they were encased in ice. She slid onto the bed, looking deep into the Raider’s eyes, and smiled. “You do remember me, don’t you?” As she got closer, the Raider saw that her red gown was embroidered with glittering crystals. The crystals passed over Jay’s eyes as Amora moved her left arm. Amora moved her left hand and caressed his chest, causing him to moan again...as he remembered the surrender. The Raider’s erotic thoughts began to have a effect on his body

“N-No, Amora,”

“A understandable response. As part of my..mission, I erased your memories of our first tryst, but deep down, you do remember me?” Amora swung her hips;even from her prone position, the effect on her victims was always deadly, no matter what. “Look at me again, darling.”

Jay looked at her with squinted eyes. This time, both eyes opened quickly, and upon a glance, he was ensnared. He said, “N-Yes, Amora.”

Amora crawled over the Raider, enveloping him with her perfume. As he smelled it, he became aroused, and as he resisted the urges ignited within his soul, the arousement grew. He raised his head up from the pillow, very weakly, but was immediately aroused again as Amora, now lying on his tights, caressed Jay’s chest. “Uhhhh..” he said, as he felt his tights become wetter, “I must r-resist..”

“Resist?”, said Amora, as the Raider tried to turn away from her gaze “Why do you need to resist,my lover?” The young hero moaned as Amora groped his right nipple; his sexual urges were overwhelming him. His mighty physique glistened with sweat, every muscle bulged as The Raider tried to fight back. “After all, your..powers are only the result of your repressing your..urges, but this has caused you great agony, hasn’t it, Jay?” Her captive trembled, the sensual tone of the words further draining his resistance. She continued, “In fact, it has only intenstified since our first meeting, has it? The pain, the torment..the lust.”

Trying to maintain his confidence, and failing badly, Jay gasped out, “N-No.”

“Oh yes, it has, Jay.” Amora moved her right hand to Jay’s wet tights and touched them. “ In spite of your abilities,” she continued, “ you have been unable to stop me. We met once before, and I learned of your secrets, who you were, what you do, and, most importantly, where you live.” Amora looked up at Jay’s tousled hair and caressed it, the movement of her sleeve sending more perfume toward the Raider’s face which he, trying to get fresh air, inhaled deeply.

“See? This perfume was made based upon your own DNA.” Amora smiled, waiting to see the results, which were not long in coming. Jay moaned again, almost panting. “Your strength, darling, is great, but we both know that you can no longer withstand the aroma from my perfume, or from my body,”Amora said, raising her left arm and rubbing it against the Raider’s face.

She could feel his tongue licking her. He was getting better, but, deep down, Amora knew that her prey had not fully succumbed. Amora felt herself rising from the bed, but how was that possible? She slid off her captive to her right onto the soft mattress. The powerful seductress looked closely at the Raider. His eyes were still closed, nothing seemed amiss;he was still writhing as the perfume burned into his lungs. She then looked toward the hero’s tights and noticed a slope in his blue fabric. Actually, she realized, the slope was actually coming from Jay’s erect penis.

“Now, lover, it’s time for some fun.” Amora reached inside his tunic with her right hand. It took her only a few seconds to find Jay’s penis, it was throbbing like a volcano, although not erect. The Raider looked at her with fear and arousement on his face.

“Y-You can’t...P-please..” Jay’s voice was broken as he realized his foe’s plan. Amora tapped one finger gently against his testicles. As Jay’s muscles tensed to withstand the pain, Amora felt a warm sensation passing through her fingers, and a hoarse gasp came from the Raider. She knew what the sensation was, and smiled, licking her lips. She was absorbing Jay’s energy, energy formed by his suppressed sexual urges, breaking the concentration needed to fuel his powers as the Raider, and destroying his sprit. It was only a brief absorption, but it had its effect. Jay’s body rose a few inches from the bed and expelled cum from his penis on her right hand. Removing it, Amora bent one stained finger to Jay’s lips. He licked her finger slowly, enjoying the taste of his lover...wait, that was not possible, he was a superhero, he had to stop herm but why should he? Thus flowed Jay’s thoughts, although he was finding it easier to endure than to resist his captor. In his normal life, Jay did not even have time to have coffee with any girl;duty always came first.

“I can, because you want it, lover,”Amora said, “ You want to love me, Jay, You want to feel me inside you. Once we are done today, you will not remember this, and no woman but me can free you from your burden, and give you release..And the longer you deny this desire, the longer you refuse to surrender, the more pain you will suffer, lover, day after day, as you continue your crusade of justice.”

She laughed, and raised her right arm and passed it over Jay’s face, his nose automatically inhaling more of her perfume. “With me, you will need no strength, you will need no will, she pressed her right hand hard on his chest, and you will need no power..”

“I-I will need no power,” Jay said, his lips moving slowly. Amora saw that the Raider was very weak now. He had not strained his muscles for several minutes, and his face was covered with sweat.

“Come over here,” Amora said, turning toward the door and gesturing to one of the henchmen. When he reached the bed, she whispered to him, “Did you bring a camera?” He(being the first man I mentioned earlier) took a small camera from his right pocket. He raised it over Amora and the Raider, who was now mute to what was happening;the pain and pleasure, induced by Amora, had paralyzed Jay. His face was a mix of ecstasy and fear. How, do you ask, is that possible? Because as she gave her instructions to the henchmen, Amora had moved her right hand to the nape of Jay’s neck and was rubbing it gently. Her victim was lying limp, softly moaning, and Amora knew that this chance did not come often for her, a chance to reveal the Raider’s secret identity. Not only would it put his loved ones at risk, but, and this she hoped, it might convince her clients to spare the Raider’s life, since exposure would destroy his effectiveness and compel him to take the last step, complete and utter surrender.

First thing first, Amora told herself as she moved her left hand toward the Raider’s mask. He was lying so peacefully that Amora hesititated, but only for a second. Her right hand touched the back of his mask and her left the front. She pulled. As she looked down at Jay, Amora saw that she had torn off part of his mask, but a very small part, above the nose. She grabbed it again, with both hands, caressing it briefly, only to be stopped. Amora looked down and saw that the Raider, although faitigued, had shook off her spell and was holding her wrist with his right hand.

“I c-can’t let you do t-that!” With those blurted words, Jay pushed Amora away from him, on the left side of the bed, but not too roughly. The henchmen who had dropped his camera received a less gentle treatment: The Raider flew at him and gave him a straight uppercut. At that, his partner,who was on his cell phone, saw the commotion.

“What the hell!” he said, taking out his gun. Unfortunately, the Raider was not in a media-friendly mood and slammed the thug into the wall before flying out the window..Jay did not know what this woman had had planned for him, but it had failed.

As Jay flew away, Amora looked at the piece of the Raider’s mask in her right hand, and smiled. Although her clients(and the henchmen they had ‘loaned’) were unaware, the plan had worked. The Raider had only exerted his will at the end. Thanks to her special..skills, the femme fatale had been controlling his every move, from the moment he inhaled the perfume to his surrender. She could withstand the angry phone call from her clients, as she was armed with the knowledge that when she and Jay met each other once more, the young hero would not be leaving..