a superheroine story by Dangerguy
WARNING: This story is strictly fictional and is not intended to portray any real persons, living or dead, nor is it at all intended to encourage the type of activity portrayed here. It is not to be resold for profit. It is strictly a fantasy/parody, intended for the personal enjoyment of those who appreciate the superheroine in bondage/peril/sexual situations genre. The story depicts graphic sexual situations, including bondage, violence, and non-consensual sex, among a number of other nasty things. It is NOT intended, nor is it at all suitable, for minors. If you are under the age of 18, or if this type of thing offends you, you shouldn’t be reading it. Otherwise, carry on, and enjoy.
Duster and the Black Phantom went to the home they shared near Telegraph Road immediately after they'd finished taking care of Glass and Donahue at the University. They were both physically and emotionally exhausted; they'd practically collapsed into bed together and had fallen asleep instantly, sleeping beside one another as they usually did. That much, at least, had been right in the world.
However, when Candy awoke the next morning, she found herself alone in their bed. She threw on her navy blue terrycloth bath robe and went down the hall of the modest bungalow to the kitchen. She found Billy MacIntyre's teenaged brother Danny there, finishing off a bowl of cereal. His short but unruly brown hair was covered by a ball cap worn backwards, and he wore his usual loose-fitting T-shirt and baggy jeans--the uniform of an avid skateboarder.
"Hey," he said with a slight smile when she entered the kitchen.
"Morning, Danny," she replied, favoring him with a smile, then sat down at the table across from him.
"Clubbing or partying?" Danny asked between spoonfuls of cereal.
"I'm sorry, what?" Candy responded.
"Last night. You two got in late. Again," Danny remarked. "Were you club-hopping or partying?"
"Oh. Uh, both, actually," Candy lied, not very smoothly.
She and Billy had not told Danny about their secret lives as superheroes, allowing the teenager to think they spent their evenings enjoying High Plains City's nightlife. It wasn't that they didn't trust him...well, actually, they didn't. They both loved Danny, but he was young and could be extremely irresponsible and thoughtless at times. They also thought it was simply easier for him if he didn't have some huge secret to keep. One day, however, they both knew, he would have to be told. One day.
"You two are a bad influence," Danny said sarcastically. "I oughtta report you to Social Services."
"Great idea!" Candy replied with a sly grin. "Then we'll have the house all to ourselves and you can go live in a group home. I hear they're like Survivor, but the food's worse." Danny's only response was a derisive snort. "Hey, uh, where's your brother?" Candy asked him.
"He's downstairs, working out," Danny replied, then lifted his cereal bowl to his lips and tilted it back to drain the milk from it. "Hey, did you two have a fight?" he asked her once he'd finished slurping the milk down.
"Uh, no, not exactly," Candy replied warily. "Why?"
"I dunno. He was, like, Mister Mopey Monosyllable this morning," Danny responded. "I mean, more than usual."
"He's probably just tired," Candy said.
Then she heard the distinctive, repeated SMACK SMACK sound made by Billy using the punching bag in the basement workout room. Danny heard the sound as well. It was only that loud when his brother was angry. His heavy brows, so much like his brother's, raised dubiously.
"It wasn't a fight," Candy said a moment later. "It was..." Candy sighed. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I better go talk to him..."
"You do that," Danny said as he rose from the table and placed his bowl and spoon in the sink. "I'm heading out. Gotta go to the mall, hang out with the wrong crowd, maybe do some petty crimes. You know the drill."
"Have fun," Candy said absent-mindedly as she rose from the table. Her thoughts had turned completely to Billy.
As Danny walked out the door, laughing derisively and shaking his head, Candy went downstairs to the basement, where she found Billy still working out with the punching bag. They had converted the roughed-in basement into a workout room, filling it with free weights, a weight bench, a couple of punching bags, a wrestling mat, and a Nautilus machine. Billy's back was towards her, his sleeveless grey t-shirt and sweat pants stained with sweat. He didn't seem to notice her. She sat down on the bottom step and watched him for a moment.
He stopped punching for a second or two, and Candy spoke.
"Who's the bag supposed to be today?" she asked.
Billy froze. He didn't turn around to look at her. His head dropped forward slightly.
"Me," he said a moment later, then pulled back his arm and unleashed a furious blow at the bag.
"Thought as much," Candy said.
She rose from her seat on the bottom step and walked towards him as he continued to hit the punching bag. When she reached him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He stopped throwing punches.
"Stop beating yourself up," she admonished him gently. He shrugged his shoulders and moved away from her embrace. He walked over to the grey concrete wall and placed his outstretched arms against it. His head hung between them.
"Jesus, Candy," he said softly. "I don't know how you can stand to be around me. I can't stand to be around me. I wouldn't be, if I wasn't stuck with myself."
"Look, it wasn't your fault," she said. "The drug..."
"The drug just unleashes your own deepest, darkest desires," he said, pushing himself away from the wall and turning his body, but not his face, towards her. He just kept his head lowered, staring at the grey concrete floor. "You told me that. You know that. So how do you think I feel?" His voice, low and quiet, shook with emotion. "Not only do I find out I want to hurt and rape the girl I love, I actually do it to her. You want to know why I can't look at you right now? 'Cause every time I do, I see you there...struggling beneath me, screaming, begging me to stop, and...I just want to hurl again. Jesus..." He crossed his arms over his chest and turned away from her again.
"I know exactly how you feel," Candy said. "Last night was like a horrible, inverted repeat of what happened to me and Tori almost two years ago. I told you about that."
"I remember," he said quietly, but didn't turn around.
"Then believe me when I tell you that I know what you're feeling!" Candy declared, walking over to him, grabbing his shoulder, and forcefully turning him around. "The guilt, the shame, the self-loathing...I felt it too. Maybe it's even worse for you because I know you love me in a way that I never loved Tori. But you have to get over it, my love. Because I can't until you do," she said, and tears began to well up in her eyes. Her voice began to shake. "I was violated. Again. Not by you, by them. And I need to be comforted. I need my lover to hold me, and to stroke my back and make me feel better...b-but you keep avoiding me...and I need you, God, I need you so much right now, Billy..."
The tears spilled from her eyes, and she stepped forward, placing her hands on his chest and her head on his shoulder. She sobbed quietly while he remained still as a statue. Then, a moment later, he slowly raised one arm and softly placed it on her back, gently stroking her shoulder blades. Then his other arm touched the small of her back, and he held her against him.
"God, I'm so sorry, Candy," he said, his voice shaking, and a tear spilled from his eye. "I'm so sorry, so sorry," he kept repeating as he held her tighter.
He held her close, her body warm and trembling as it pressed against his. He stroked her auburn hair, and tenderly kissed the top of her head. In response, she slipped her arms around his torso and squeezed him with a needful intensity. Her slender frame eventually stopped shaking several minutes later. She felt some of her strength and her hard-earned emotional resilience returning. Candy tilted her head back to look at Billy. It was a measure of her love and her maturity that she felt more concerned about him than about herself. She wiped the tears from her face, then from his.
"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she said with a sniffle and a forced smile. He caressed her cheek. "Let's go to our room," she suggested. Billy stared at her a moment, then nodded and followed her up the stairs.
It had once been his parents' bedroom, but had become his after his mother had died, and had become theirs since Candy had moved in with him a few months earlier. Candy had taken it upon herself to redecorate the rather Spartan room and turn it into a refuge for herself and Billy, a much-needed sanctuary from the pressures of university they encountered as students and the worst side of humanity they encountered as superheroes. They'd painted the walls a soothing, warm taupe; she'd placed scented candles and bowls of potpourri to perfume the space; and she'd added a couple of large throw pillows to the bed for decoration, for support while reading, and for certain...recreational activities. Here they slept, here they made love, and here they comforted one another when they needed it. Like they did right now.
Billy sat on the bed, and Candy eased herself into his lap. She slid her arms around his broad shoulders and held his head against her breast, stroking his soft, dark hair with one hand. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her body a tender squeeze. They remained that way for several quiet minutes.
"So," Candy said eventually, "you found out you have a dark side. And you were surprised?"
"Always knew I had one," Billy murmured, his head still resting against her breasts. "Just didn't know how dark..."
"Let me tell you a few things, Roadie," Candy said as she placed one hand beneath his chin and pulled his head up so she could look into his eyes. "Every guy on Earth has those same ugly feelings and fantasies when it comes to women. Trust me, I've seen more than enough evidence of it. I'm tempted to tell you to just deal with it, but you already do. I've lived with you for almost a year, and you've never touched me with anything in your heart but love and respect."
"Until last night..." Billy muttered in a chagrined voice.
"...when you were injected with a sex drug that stripped you of your better nature so your ugly side could come out to party. How many times am I going to have to tell you that what happened wasn't your fault?!"
"About a million and six?" Billy said with a shrug and a despondent laugh.
Candy sighed sadly, then leaned forward and kissed his lips. She raised her head and looked into his eyes tenderly.
"You know, if you weren't such a great guy, you wouldn't be feeling this shitty," she pointed out. "And I'll tell you something else. Your dark side went all postal on my ass last night--literally--but I'm still here. I survived, and I still love you. You know what? Your dark side ain't as badass as you think. Sorry if that's a blow to your male ego, but it's true."
Billy's blue-green eyes widened at her statement, and his dark brows knit together in a confused frown. "Okay...I guess I'll take that as a compliment," he muttered uncertainly.
"Don't worry, you're still a kick-ass crime-fighter," Candy assured him with an amused grin. "You're also a wonderful boyfriend, and I love you. Even after what happened. I'm not going to leave you, if that's what you're afraid of," she said as she kissed his cheek.
Then her smile faded and she took a deep breath. She'd been putting off this conversation, but knew that while this could be the worst time to bring it up, it was also likely the best time as well.
"That being said, there's something else I've been meaning to say to you," she told him. "You sensed it last night, before we got captured. And everything that happened kind of brought it to a head." Billy remained silent, but eyed her anxiously. "I know you love me," she went on. "You have always treated me with love, and tenderness, and respect." Candy took another deep breath before going on. "But it's not enough. I know I needed you to be gentle with me after what happened with the Motormaster and his gang, but that's long past now." She cupped his face in her hands.
"Billy...I want your love; but I also need your passion." She paused to allow her words to sink in. "I know I have this kewpie-doll face and a Playmate-of-month body, but I am a hell of a lot stronger than I look. I'm a superheroine, for Christ's sake! I have gone through some terrible ordeals at the hands of some truly evil people. And I have survived them all. You, my love, are not even capable of hurting me like that. So stop being afraid that you will!"
"But last night..." Billy objected.
"Hello, psychotropic sex drug, remember?" she chided him impatiently. "Not. Your. Fault. Do we have to have this conversation over and over again?" His eyes widened in surprise at her admonishment. Then she smiled, and they both laughed softly. A moment later, she continued, her voice subdued. "I know the passion's there. I've seen it in your eyes. But I also need to hear it in your words, and to feel it in your touch. Don't get me wrong--I like the soft and mushies. In fact, most of the time, that's what I prefer. But every now and then..."
"...you like it hard and nasty?" Billy said with a hint of a wicked grin. His words reminded her of the long, final session of hot sex they'd had the night before--as he'd no doubt intended.
"That's one way to put it," she answered, her eyes narrowing, her voice lowered. "Don't be afraid to let me see that beast inside you, babe. I love him too. Me and him, we had ourselves a good time last night...eventually. I'll let you know if I don't like something he does; so long as you both listen to me, we're cool."
Billy thought about what she'd said for a moment, then nodded. "All right. Every now and then, when the time's right, when you want me to...I'll let the tiger out."
Candy smiled and leaned towards him. She pressed her mouth against his and slowly parted her lips as she kissed him. Her tongue darted forward and teasingly caressed his upper lip. Then she broke the kiss and leaned back.
"Unh..." Billy grunted softly. He shifted his hips beneath her bottom uncomfortably, evidently adjusting something that was causing him discomfort. "You, uh, weren't lookin' for me to get all beastie-boy with you any time soon, were you? Like...right now?" he asked with a pained expression on his face.
Candy's dark brown eyes opened wide. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" she said sharply. "After last night?! Listen, bucko," she said, poking her finger into his chest repeatedly to emphasize her words, "you go anywhere near Madame Wonderful for at least three days, and I am going to rip you a new one, you got it?"
"Hey, no worries!" Billy insisted, holding up his hands defensively. "You're not the only one who got rubbed raw, okay?"
"Hrmph," Candy muttered as she pushed herself off of his lap and stood up. "Believe me, I'm the one that got the 'raw deal'. Anyway...I think we're done with this. No more moping around feeling like Johnny Shitheel, okay?" she told him. He nodded, and she leaned down and kissed him. "Good. Now, I need a shower," she said as she pulled open the terrycloth cord around her waist.
The bathrobe opened, and she shrugged it off of her shoulders and casually tossed it onto the bedspread. As she turned her naked body away from Billy to walk towards the en suite bathroom, she heard him inhale sharply through his teeth. She paused and looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes were studying her naked, curvaceous frame intensely--passionately. Candy's heart skipped at beat as his heated gaze wandered over her body. Then his eyes met hers, and the corners of his lips curled into a gentle, but still salacious smile.
"I'm a very lucky guy," he murmured.
"Damn straight," she said with a grin and a wink, then walked towards the bathroom.
When she reached the doorway, she stopped. She turned to face him and posed provocatively. She raised her arms and placed one hand near the top of the doorframe, the other behind her head of tousled auburn hair. She thrust her chest forward, bent one knee slightly, and shifted one shapely hip over the opposite leg.
"You know, just 'cause we can't get all hip-grindy doesn't mean we can't have some fun," she said. "You wanna come and wash my back?" she asked in a husky undertone, her head cocked to one side.
"Your front looks kind of dirty too," he said, his voice low, his tone suggestive. His eyes were riveted hungrily on her large breasts.
"My front always looks dirty," she replied, raising one eyebrow wryly.
Billy rose from the bed, still smiling. He pulled his grey sleeveless shirt over his head, and followed her into the bathroom.
When Danny came home several minutes later with a couple of his buddies, they immediately heard the shower running down the hallway. A sudden peal of girlish giggles and bawdy laughter made Danny roll his eyes.
"Maybe we should head over to your place, Tom," he said to a slender black youth standing beside him.
"Thought you said your brother and his girl were out 'til the wee ones?" Tom responded.
"They were," Danny muttered, and rolled his eyes again when he heard a high-pitched feminine squeal, followed by more laughter.
"Fuck! Where do they find the energy?" asked his other friend, a red-headed boy, his freckled face incredulous.
"Beats me," Danny said, shaking his head as he led his buddies back out the door. "They must be superhuman or something..."
of "Duster: Professor Pervy's Revenge"
but Duster and the Black Phantom will return in:
"Duster versus the Dominatrix"!
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