Silver:
Part
1
by Baphomet
--MF, mast, no real sex, superhero--
--
Standard Disclaimer... Work of fiction, no persons are
real, work of fantasy, read only if you can vote legally and can tell the
difference between real and make-believe
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The Suit
--
The ancient Sumerians had found a mixture of mercury and
silver that could be made into a cloth.
Several texts had mentioned the material but the alchemy was lost
like the ability to turn lead into gold.
The material was said to give the wearer invincibility due to the
unique properties of the liquid and malleable
metals. The fabric would literally
absorb and distribute the shock of any blow and was said to dull the edge
of even a vorpal
blade. The wearer would also
reap the energies of his foes as the alloy would was a conduit for
power. No one had ever reproduced
the material and it was considered a
myth. It had few mentions in
the tales of Sumerian folklore but many in their rather copious scientific
and mystical writings.
Alexander Masterson did not believe that the fabric was
a myth, but he also did not believe that the fabric could imbue the wearer
with any protection more than any other
fabric. Finding the chest of
the silvery material was a great moment in his
career. The fact that his peers
seemed disinterested in the garments was odd by his
estimation. The garments had
immediately told Alexander two things:
One, that the ancient Sumerians were a people of short
stature.
Two, that the ancient Sumerians wore these garments as
undergarments.
He based this on the following
assumptions:
One, the garments were barely more than sacks that even
if stretched to their greatest tensile limit could cover a person of
approximately 4 and half feet.
Two, the garments must have been extremely form fitting
and given the Sumerians general admonishment of all nudity, certainly these
would need to have conventional clothing over
them.
Alexander surmised that the Sumerian Warriors wore these
garments as ceremonial garb and wore more substantial armor above this thin,
flimsy material. Try as he might
to squeeze into the material Alexander could
not. At best he could drape himself
with several pieces. There was
an electric feel to the material.
Years of frustration followed his
discovery. Finally a breakthrough
on the properties of the material surfaced when a translation of a mystical
book was made.
"The second skin shall absorb the pure and protect defilement
and sword."
It took several days to translate the rest but clearly
the Sumerians were using the material in
battle. Alexander thought he
had a fairly good grasp of who could wear the
garments. His professorship would
certainly lead him to virgin who could fill the silver
sack. Then testing on its near
magical claims of invulnerability could be
tested. While discussing this
with his current boyfriend Alexander realized that finding a virgin in college
would be a difficult task at
best.
"No wonder you couldn't get into the damn thing;
slut!" James chided
Alexander. For some reason Alexander
immediately remembered his niece, Taylor.
Certainly she was still a virgin, she was only 17 for Christ sake
and her mother smothered her.
Sending her to all of those martial arts classes
and gun ranges. Any boy
would be scared out of his wits to get within twenty yards of
her. He phoned her up and asked
her to come to the city.
Taylor Gets A New
Suit
--
When Taylor Patrick got the phone call from her Gay Uncle
Al she jumped at the opportunity to spend some time with him in the
city. Her mother, while not entirely
certain it was a good idea decided it would be OK since nearly everyone Alexander
knew was terribly gay. She kissed
her blossoming daughter and watched her get on the bus to the
city.
Taylor felt the oppression of her mother's bizarre sexual
repression lift off of her like a heavy weight from her
shoulders. Mrs. Patrick had been
raped as 5 year-old Taylor and her ultimately murdered father watched for
4 days. Taylor had no intentions
of having sex or even dating while she was away from her mother, she just
didn't want to be reminded constantly that sex was an evil thing forced onto
women. Rape
was. Sex and making love were
different. The scars Mrs. Patrick
had ran deep though and Taylor knew better than to argue the point with her
mother.
When Alexander saw his niece he was amazed at how much
she'd changed in just a few months.
Taylor had changed. A
woman was busting out of her childlike
body. She was still slight at
5 foot 4 and 110 lbs as the scale
reported. Her short pageboy haircut
showed her clear and wonderful face.
Even without moving her mouth she seemed to be smiling, probably the
bright blue eyes and the fair blonde
hair. Taylor was
beaming. Her chest was clearly
going to be as large as her mother's swaying Ds but they were not quite that
large yet.
"So what are we going to
do? Measure and weigh me all
day? Isn't there something fun
to do, huh uncle Al?"
"Well tomorrow should be fun, but tonight I thought we'd
keep things low key, just you, myself and James maybe a bit of wine after
dinner. I assume you must be
terribly tired from the bus ride."
"Bored is more like
it. Can't we go
out?"
Alexander contemplated taking his niece out on the town
but her newly developed curves looked like a lot of
trouble. He could imagine the
catcalls and the hoots. Considering
that he needed her to remain pure it seemed like a very bad
idea.
"Not tonight honey.
Tomorrow I swear. Let's
just relax tonight."
"OK," she harrumphed, smirking at her favorite
uncle.
The night was filled with James' risqué humor that
Alexander had used to determine that Taylor was not only a virgin but had
never even kissed a boy before. He
prepared the lab in his apartment for the next
day. Although he had no intention
of using them he laid several swords and a pistol out on the
table. Alexander was quite certain
that Taylor would feel the very first smack he planned to give her if she
could get into the ancient Sumerian garment.
Taylor woke early and padded out to the kitchen
quietly. As she opened the
refrigerator she was startled by James' exclamation, "Oh girl you are
gonna make me straight!"
"James!"
"Look at you.
All sexy in your t-shirt and shorts; you got no panties on do
you?"
"James!" She gasped in a higher
pitch. Her mouth curled into
a smile and they laughed. Taylor
hadn't ever really considered her own body
before. It was coming in very
fast and the pangs of puberty were very nearly gone by her 17th birthday
last May. A good friend, whom
mother hated simply because he was a boy, had mentioned that she was turning
into a really hot chick. Taylor
dismissed that comment and others like it.
After lunch Alexander handed Taylor the silvery sack they
had been discussing since yesterday.
She looked at it and then at her
uncle. Her eyes bulged at the
incredible feel of the fabric; it was like licking a 9-volt battery with
her whole body. She ran to the
bathroom to get into the warrior's skin, as they were referring to
it.
Taylor stripped naked and as soon as her feet were in
the sack it enveloped her body.
Energy coursed through her skin.
Every part of her body was drenched in the sensuous feeling of
power. The sack had stretched
or expanded over her entire body.
She was covered from her head to her toes in the stimulating
fabric. Only her face remained
uncovered. She put her shorts
and t-shirt back on and walked out of the bathroom.
Alexander was ecstatic to see the warrior skin on a human
being. Something no one had seen
since ancient Sumerian times. They
all marveled at the beauty of the fabric.
Taylor removed her street clothes instinctively and stood before her
uncle and his boyfriend gleaming in the silver
splendor. More energy was pulsing
through the suit to her and she felt incredibly strong.
"I'm charged. I
am electric."
"You should be
invincible. I am going to hit
you with an open hand. Tell me
if you feel it."
"OK."
Alexander hit his niece in the upper arm with his open
hand and he immediately felt a sharp pain in his
arm. He was unable to immediately
write down the event as he had planned.
Taylor didn't even flinch.
"How do you feel?
Are you OK?"
"Fine.
I actually feel a little better than before you hit
me."
"Jack could you try?"
Without a word Jack smacked Taylor's ass with a loud whack
that sent him sprawling to the floor writing in
pain. Taylor's chest heaved and
she gasped.
"Did that hurt?"
"Fuck yes," James said through clenched
teeth.
"No, no. It felt really
good. It,
mmm, went right between my
legs. The
power.
Ooh. Someone
do that again," Taylor purred, her tone dropping
nearly an octave.
"I cannot believe this is happening."
"Hello!
Lover in great pain
here!"
Alexander disregarded James' protestations and picked
up a switch and without warning slapped it across Taylor's
chest. Again she reacted only
with a satisfied gasp. Alexander
began using the switch on her thighs and
buttocks. No sign of
pain. While he was in no pain
he began to feel very weak. The
myth was fact.
After hours of testing Taylor remained strong and
unharmed. James and Alexander
were however depleted and pained.
The garment did all the ancient texts said it was going to do and
actually a bit more. In charging
it's wearer it actually gave some sexual
sensations.
Deep sexual sensations.
"Taylor," Alexander said after slapping her with swords
that broke on her and hitting her with small metal balls and large 2 by 4s,
"I need to shoot you."
"Uncle Al I don't want to be a party pooper but I think
I'd prefer not to be shot."
"Well that certainly is reasonable," Alexander, said lifting
the pistol off of the table, certain no harm would come to her, "but I think
it is totally necessary to test the properties of this
suit."
"Uncle
Al!
Don't!"
The bullet simply disappeared into the metallic
fabric. Taylor did not
move. James stood slack-jawed
switching his focus from Alexander to
Taylor. Alexander looked at Taylor
whose face was growing dark as her eyes turned to slits on her
face. She walked toward he uncle
and handed him the bullet. As
he looked down on the perfect bullet in his hand he noticed it was
cold. He never saw the punch
coming. A perfect
blow directly into her uncle's temple that sent him sprawling to the
floor. A culmination of
her martial arts training and an unearthly guidance of her fist to his head
made possible by the suit. She
had intended to punch his arm.
"Oh my
God!
Are you OK? I am so sorry
uncle Al!"
As Taylor bent over with one hand over her mouth James,
who unlike Alexander had been with women, looked at the shiny beauty now
on her knees in front of him. He
found himself very attracted to Taylor.
So attracted that he involuntarily reached out and touched
her. He stroked her enduring
the pain. Taylor felt the energy
course through her and collect by her sex.
"How do I get this thing off," Taylor asked as her uncle
regained his composure. James,
despite the agonizing pain, continued to stroke young, perfect
Taylor.
"You have to stop that," Taylor weakly protested as she
got on all fours and parted her legs, as if readying herself for
sex. James' hand moved to the
pleasure center and as he caressed her, his agony turned into a full-blown,
but dry orgasm leaving him thoroughly
exhausted. Taylor stood up sexually
charged. Her nipples and areolas
were engorged pushed the metallic garment out.
"You are
indestructible. You are
invincible. You are a superhero,"
Alexander exclaimed.
"Great, how do I get out of this
thing? I have to pee," Taylor
asked again.
"I don't know can you just pull it
off?"
"From
where?"
Taylor made a beeline to the
bathroom. The stirring in her
crotch was not the urge to pee she was mistaken,
it was the urge to be touched. When
she got to the bathroom she frantically tried to remove the warrior skin
but found she could not. She
began rubbing herself in an attempt to sate the
imperative feelings between her legs.
The garment began to recede from her sex allowing her now uncovered
fingers to molest her private parts.
The garment simply fell apart, melting off of her as her rubbing became
more intense. She felt the throes
of her first orgasm as she stood with her legs together both hands between
them and while her body moved rhythmically like a
snake. Her uncle and James opened
the bathroom door and saw the now naked Taylor
cumming with her back against the
wall. James grabbed her and took
her from the bathroom and put her on the plush couch in the living
room. In Taylor's orgasmic state
she was nearly delirious and James was able to place his hands in spots a
more conscious 17 year-old might object to if a gay 50 year-old man touched
her that way.
Taylor was spent.
The suit had given her super-human strength but without it on she
felt all of the strain of not being
super-human. While she could
not feel any of the pain that would be associated with the blows and bullets
her body endured she was weak from
exertion. Taylor fell fast asleep
and Alexander covered her with a fleece
blanket. James was still rather
aroused by her and left to do what she had done in the
bathroom.
Out In The
Streets
--
In the darkness that skyscrapers cloak an unlit city street
in criminals perform their most vile atrocities against
humanity. The darkness provides
them with the anonymity their kind need to
survive. On 145th street that
sort of darkness is draped on the neighborhood at all times, defying the
sun's best efforts. Two men saw
the woman come up from the subway on 147th, alone,
unprotected. They swooped down
on her, pulling her in between two parked
cars. Before she could scream
out her clothes were torn from her body and one of the men had his fat cock
in his hand, pumping it to full erection.
The other man held her down by her shoulders.
"You are gonna get
fuc..." Silver's fist came out of his chest in
an explosion of bone and muscle.
The other man never got up as Silver's foot crushed his head with
a vicious kick. Silver picked
up the naked woman and admonished her, "What are you thinking walking here
alone?" She
spat.
The woman collected her ripped garments and skulked
away. Silver surveyed the area
for more crime but the streets were getting quieter now that the word was
out; a rouge superhero was on the loose, killing, not catching, criminals.
The daily rags reported on the phenomenon giving the silver
clad avenger many monikers but finally settling on
Silver. Hi Ho Silver read the
article that contained the first picture of her in
action. She was bashing the heads
of some thugs. The picture made
a splash on the Internet and many sites put up pictures and stories about
the crime fighter in compromising
positions.
Secretly the police were ecstatic to see the crime drop
off so rapidly but publicly they vowed to capture the femme
fatale. Alexander and James were
also concerned that they had let loose a
monster. Taylor refused to remove
the second suit they had given her.
She learned to control the suit allowing her to purge her bodily
wastes. The suit hadn't changed
her demeanor she was still a sweet 17 year-old blonde but during battle she
became merciless. None of her
foes had survived their encounter with
her. Many opponents of the death
penalty would be shocked to learn that even car thieves were executed by
the new superhero Silver.