Silver: Part 1



by Baphomet

 

--MF, mast, no real sex, superhero--

 

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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

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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

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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

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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.