Powerwoman

Powerwoman: Begginings

Chapter 6.

By Allen

If you’re not an adult, don’t read on. It’s X-Rated and done just for fun, no monetary profit.

Powerwoman lay in the building for hours, until the next day. Her body was battered and bruised as she finally summoned enough strength to move and crawled over to what remained of her tattered costume. She put on the remains and her mask, though her costume, torn as it was, could not contain her breasts and exposed her private regions to anyone who cared to look. Even as she put on the costume, she noticed her jewel failed to give off any power.

“Totally drained, I wonder,” she thought as she staggered towards the door of the building. It was light out, so she hid in the building until night descended on the city. April was hungry and still badly beaten from her encounter with Bane. She thought she might have a couple of broken ribs. As she awaited the darkness, she could also feel the desire for drugs rise up in her like a flame being stoked. She hardly tried to stop herself as she picked up the bag she had sniffed from the night before and snorted several nose fulls of meth. She instantly felt her brain come alive and the colors brighten as she snorted more and more. She grabbed that bag and several others as she staggered out of the building, higher than any building and made her way through the back alleyways home.

At home there was a half dozen calls from her worried co-workers at work, wondering where she was. She has apparently missed a meeting with an important client that needed her advice right away. Fortunately, her assistant had covered but several other deadlines loomed. April didn’t care. She stripped off her costume and got into the hot tub as she light up a cigarette, her hand shaking so violently she could barely fire up her cigarette. She lay in the tub naked, taking deep drags on her Marlborough Light. Soon as she had smoked it down to the filter, she light up another as she sat in the tub, still stoned from the meth, her cares vanishing like the smoke in the wind.

The alarm rang her out of bed the next morning at 6:30. She thought about calling in sick, again, but decided she had better show for work. She stumbled toward the shower and got in, the hot water felt good against her body. She ate a quick breakfast, dressed and fled out the door, hopping into her Mitsubishi compact and roared the ignition to life. She felt tired, but didn’t care. She roared down the highway at 90, dodging in and out of traffic until she got to work.

“Jesus, you look awful, April. Is everything alright?” her assistant Kim asked looking at her with a quizzical look.

April then realized that her normal hair, pulled back in a bun was askew, she had little makeup on and her eyes were baggy.

“Ugh, ya, just a little foggy this morning. Stayed up late last night. Just get me some coffee and I’ll be good as new,” she said trying to feign a smile.

April tried to get through the day, but as the day wore on, her hands began to tremble and she couldn’t concentrate. She snapped at Kim, unlike her, and finally left early. She was no sooner in the car then she searched her purse, looking for a meth-laced cigarette, put in her mouth and lit it as she hit 85 on the freeway.

The next couple of days were a blur. It was the weekend so April barely got out of bed or ate, other than laying in her room taking the meth. She spent hours staring at the ceiling, stoned, until her supply of meth began to run out.

“Shit,” she said loudly to no one, throwing down her last empty bag. “I need more of this shit. It’s chasing away my memories of that awful night with Bane,” she thought as she alternately sobbed and cursed.

She had heard rumors of a new meth lab operating somewhere down near the industrial section, near some railroad tracks and the river. She dressed as Powerwoman and headed out.

LATER THAT NIGHT….she could hear the a half dozen whispered voices as she watched from behind a barrel. Her guess was correct. The men were loading meth into van as she leaped out and surprised them.

“Powerwoman,” they screamed as the drew guns and began shooting. The match lasted mere moments as Powerwoman made short work of the goons. She went over to the van and opened the back door. As she did she heard a hiss and before she knew what had happened, fell to the ground.

“Chloroform,” she gasped as she collapsed and lost consciousness.

Powerwoman awoke to find herself manacled to a take, spread eagled. She immediately noted she had her costume on but felt no power.

“Is this little trinket what you’re looking for, my dear,” said Roger Valdez, standing along over her.

April could see nothing other than he in the darkness. He was holding her jewel, the jewel that powered her. Without it, she was human and very, very vulnerable right now. She knew another rape and she might not mentally survive the ordeal. She chose to say nothing.

“I know all about you, Powerwoman. But, if you think I am going to rape you or pull your mask off or anything, I am not.”

“Great, let me go and I’ll be a good girl then,” she quipped back, trying her chains.

“Not so fast, Powerwoman. You’ve cost me quite a bit of money and frankly, I want to keep you here for awhile. You’ll be free to move around, shower, or not, keep your costume on, or whatever. I just want to keep you here for awhile.”

“Why?” she asked.

“I captured you, thus I get to ask the questions, not you,” he said as the lights came up. It was a well appointed room, with a TV, stereo, but no windows, obviously underground. “I’ll see you later, at lunch,” he said and left, shutting and locking the steel door.

Powerwoman spent the next several hours examining her jail, but try as she might she couldn’t find a way out. There were cameras on her on the room and finally, the door unlocked and Valdez entered, with a guard posed with a machine gun at her.

“I wouldn’t try anything Powerwoman,” he said. “Without your little gem you’ll be full of holes before you get to my neck, or the door,” he smiled as he brought in a gourmet lunch.

“So, tell me everything about you,” he said with a smile. Powerwoman, glared at him from behind her mask and refused to eat.

“Ok, have it your way, see you at dinner,” he said taking the tray.

Powerwoman said nothing at dinner, but ate and after he left, her hands began to shake. Soon she was sweating as she balled up on the bed and began to cry.

“What do you want,” were her first words the next morning when Valdez entered. April was in the full throes of addiction withdrawal now, shaking.

“I think it’s not so much what I want, but what you want,” he said, holding up a bag that she instantly recognized and lunged for it.

Valdez, kicked her as she went down, her eyes wild. “I’ve seen that look before, Powerwoman. I know an addict when I see one,” as he held up the bag.

“Fuck you,” she croaked, as he turned to go. “No….wait.” she pleaded. “Please, you don’t know. Even you must be human. I use this to relax,” she cried.

“Yea, that’s what they all say,” he said, shaking his head. “I have a deal. You fuck me, willingly, and you’ll get this bag at the end. You have to try and enjoy it and you do anything I say.

April hesitated. Powerwoman was about to fuck someone for drugs. How low could she sink? She was about to say no, but the urge was simply to great.

“Ok, deal, Valdez.”

“Come, Powerwoman, let’s get acquainted,” he said

The pair lay on the bed and began to kiss. After several minutes, Valdez ordered April to strip, one item at a time as he watched, fascinated. His plan was working so well he could hardly believe it.

Powerwoman took off her boots, then gloves, then top and bottoms, leaving only her panties, bra and mask on.

Valdez began to kiss her and stroke her around the neck. He could feel her heartbeat accelerating as he removed her bra and began kissing her breasts and nipples.

“Here, have a taste,” he said offering her a taste of the powder in the bag.

“Ummmmmmm…” she groaned, unaware the meth was laced with other ingredients that would cause her to become incredibly horny. Her nipples hardened as Valdez sucked her breasts and put his hand on her pussy.

“Ohhhh….please….” she whispered into her ear. Powerwoman felt like every nerve in her body was tingling. She was turned on more than she had ever been with a man. She was almost ready to climax just from the touch of his hand on her pussy.

“What is happening tome?” she wondered, as he fingered her.

The pair continued foreplay for some time as he kissed the insides of her tighs. He then kissed her as she took his member and and rolled him over so she was on top.

He looked up at Powerwoman, as she slid him into her. She was practically gushing as she let out a scream as he began to pump her, kissing her breasts.

“Yes….yes…yes…yes…” she screamed as she bobbed up and down on his rock hard dick her tits flopping. “Oh God, oh God…..oh Gooooddd……yeeeeessssssssssssssss” she screamed as he felt her gush a river, cumming, just as he released his seed into her.

She was still breathing heavily as she said, “Now about our deal, Valdez.”

He was still inside her of her leaned over and gave her the bag. He watched, fascinated as she snorted it.

She looked at him and smiled, and then started to fuck him again. “Come on, Valdez show me what a man you really are,” as she began to pump up and down on him, again and again.

The pair fucked for hours, until, exhausted, Valdez rolled over, onto his back, still inside of her. April lay there, wishing for a cigarette.

“I don’t suppose,” she began, but before she was done Valdez had produced a Marlborough Light.

He lit it and watched her smoke. It too was laced with Meth, an even more powerful and purer form than she was used to. “Oh, help me, this is sooo good,” she cried as she exhaled a cloud of smoke then quickly took another drag. Powerwoman was his.

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