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.
For the first few nights after her latest ordeal had ended, Candy Roberts avoided returning to the streets as Duster. She stayed at home to rest and recuperate while Billy and Angela patrolled High Plains City as the Black Phantom and Night Angel. Candy also didn't talk about what she'd been through with Billy beyond the little she'd said immediately following her rescue. She knew, however, that a conversation on that topic was inevitable.
On the fourth night after Billy had rescued her, Candy was sitting in bed, propped up against a large pillow, paging through the local newspapers. She wore a long, pale pink nightshirt and nothing underneath it. It was late, just past midnight. Billy and Angela were out on patrol, and Candy was trying to distract herself so she wouldn't worry about them. She was failing miserably. More than once she had stood up and walked to her closet, ready to slide back the hidden panel and don her green-and-gold spandex uniform. But each time, she changed her mind and went back to the bed and the papers.
The High Plains City Tribune contained thorough coverage of the shocking death of Leonard Lane and his bride of six months. As Duster had expected, the police had quickly labeled the incident a murder-suicide, suspected no foul play, expected the investigation to wrap up soon, yadda yadda yadda. In related news, Lane Industries' steadily declining shares had taken a nose-dive once the death of the company's CEO became news. The newspaper's business analyst expected an imminent takeover attempt, possibly a bidding war between Wayne Industries and LexCorp. And a two-page spread in the weekend edition detailed the high and, more recently, many low points of the prairie-born billionaire's career. Candy skipped most of that. She knew a lot more about the late Leonard Lane's sordid business operations than she suspected anyone would ever know.
The High Plains Sun, as one would expect of a sensational tabloid, preoccupied itself with the contents of the Lanes' penthouse apartment rather than the billionaire's career. Somehow, one of their photographers had managed to finagle his way into the crime scene and had obtained countless shots of the shocking contents of the Games Room. The neo-conservative newspaper, a self-declared champion of "family values", filled several pages with photos of the Lanes' many bondage rigs, accompanied by descriptions as to their various uses. The text maintained a tone that combined smirking titillation with arch--though completely hypocritical--disapproval.
Candy grunted with disgust and tossed the Sun aside. "Typical right-wing rag..." she muttered. Still, there was no mention of Duster anywhere, and for that, at least, she was thankful.
At that moment, the bedroom door opened and Billy walked in, clad in the tight black clothing of the Black Phantom, though he had taken off the ninja-style hood that concealed his features. Candy looked up at him.
"Hey," he said, his face and voice virtually expressionless.
"Hey yourself," Candy replied in the same tone. She grabbed another section of the Tribune and opened it.
Billy pulled off his black gloves and tossed them on the bed, then sat down next to them, beside Duster's feet. He looked at his girlfriend, studying her lovely features.
"Don't take this the wrong way," he said gently. "I'm not trying to goad you or anything, I'm just wondering. Are you ever going to be Duster again?"
Candy looked up from her newspaper. She sighed heavily and tossed the publication aside, then crossed her arms beneath her breasts.
"I've been asking myself that same question," she replied.
"And...?"
"Part of me says it's not worth it," Candy went on, her voice clear and emotionless, a reflection of both her inner strength and the thought she'd been giving the issue. "This is...what...the seventh time I've been captured and raped? Every time it happens I say it won't happen again, then it does." She fell silent and shook her head wearily.
Billy nodded. "I hear you. It's no picnic for me either. I love you, babe. You hurt, I hurt." Billy reached out and placed his hand affectionately on Candy's knee. She smiled wanly and placed her hand on top of his in appreciation. "The offer I made when we started doing this together still holds. You want to quit, I'll still respect you."
"Thank you," Candy said. "It's tempting. But I don't think I could live with myself if I didn't use these powers I've been given to help people. In spite of the risk. But...I can't live without you either. You're the only man I want, Billy, but every time this happens I worry that...that you'll..." Candy voice cracked. She couldn't even finish the sentence; the thought of Billy leaving her was too horrible to vocalize.
"Never gonna happen," Billy assured her, squeezing her hand lovingly. His blue-green eyes gazed into hers with an intensity and determined earnestness that emphasized his words. Candy pressed her lips together and nodded. She wiped a tear from her eye.
"I've been sitting here, thinking things over," she went on. "Trying to figure out why this keeps happening to me. I know part of it is the nature of the job. But...I keep wondering...am I doing it to myself? Am I helping it along?" Billy shook his head in vehement denial, but before he could say anything, Candy held up her free hand to stop him. "No, listen to me, this is important!" Her lover pressed his lips together, and nodded reluctantly.
"I'm obviously not frigid," she went on emphatically. "I enjoy sex. Hell, I love sex...with you. But there's a part of me that...enjoyed what the Lanes did to me, and it's the same part that enjoyed what Danielle Winter and her Johns did to me, and it's the same part the Ecstamex taps into whenever I get a dose of it." Billy shifted uncomfortably. "I know you don't like hearing that, but I need to get to the bottom of this. Look, we know how Ecstamex works: it's like hypnosis. You don't do or feel anything you don't want to."
"What are you saying?" Billy asked her. "That you want to be raped? I don't believe that for a second!"
"No, of course not!" Candy said. "But...maybe that part of me...maybe it affects my judgment, subconsciously. Maybe I put myself in these situations without realizing it, because...I'm looking for something."
"So...you think your subconscious is volunteering you for gang-rapes and bondage?" Billy asked pointedly.
"I don't know!" Candy exclaimed. "Damn it, Billy, I'm a physicist, not a psychologist!" The two lovers paused, and laughed softly at Candy's unintended Star Trek reference. "Look," she went on, "I'm just saying that I have to acknowledge that I have some...pretty kinky desires. And maybe...if you and I explored them, together, my subconscious might not trick me into becoming a super-villain's fuck-toy every six months."
Billy sat in quiet contemplation of everything his girlfriend had said. Her suggestion did not shock him. Other women, after going through a similar ordeal, might have experienced an aversion to sex. Candy, however, always felt the opposite. After her infrequent captures and violations, she felt a powerful need to deny her opponents any semblance of victory; she did this by reclaiming her right to choose her own lover and to enjoy intimacy with him.
Her strength and resilience only made Billy love her all the more. It pained him to think about all the horrific ordeals she'd been through, just because she was trying to do some good in their little corner of the world. He was willing to do anything for her. And if it involved sex, well, so much the better. He was too much of a red-blooded, all-American male to argue against that.
"Safety word," Billy suddenly said.
"Huh?" Candy responded, puzzled.
"If what you're suggesting is that we should try out some bondage and role-playing, we need a safety word," Billy explained patiently. "Since you're probably going to be saying 'No, stop!' a lot without actually meaning it, we need another word that really means that if you don't like something."
"Good idea," Candy said, warming to the notion. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at him slyly. "Why do I suspect you've done this before, Mr. MacIntyre?"
"I heard about it," Billy responded, his broad shoulders shrugging nonchalantly while he wore his best poker face. "From a friend of a friend."
"Uh-huh," Candy responded dubiously. "Right. Okay. Well, how about...I dunno...'Geronimo'?"
"Hmmm," Billy murmured, one heavy eyebrow raised. One corner of his mouth tugged upwards in mild amusement. "You know, under certain circumstances, use of that word during sex could be appropriate, even called for."
Candy's eyes widened and her lips parted into a smile. "Like when?" she demanded.
Again, Billy shrugged. "Use your imagination," was all he said. Then he smiled wickedly, and Candy slapped his shoulder in playful admonishment.
She frowned at him, bemused. "I think we can rule out those circumstances ever occurring, but if they do, we'll choose a different word," she said.
"Okay," Billy said. "'Geronimo' it is."
With that, Billy stood up from where he sat on the bed. He walked over to Candy's tall oak dresser and opened the top drawer.
"What are you doing?" Candy asked, but Billy didn't answer.
She could see him rummaging through the drawer, moving things aside until he was reaching into its depths. Candy suddenly realized that Billy was searching through her lingerie drawer for something, and felt a twinge of anxiety--and excitement--in her belly. She heard a low, pleased chuckle escape his lips; evidently, he'd found what he was looking for. Billy pulled the items out of the drawer, then opened the closet door next to the dresser. He knelt down and reached in, rummaged around in the back of the closet, and pulled out a pair of Candy's shoes. He then turned and approached the bed.
"Go into the washroom and put these on," he said, handing the scanty collection of clothing to her.
Candy stared up at her boyfriend in shock. His handsome features were set and determined. He eyed her coolly, his expression and body language that of a man who expected to be obeyed. Candy laughed nervously.
"W-what?" she stammered.
"You heard me," he said calmly, but assertively. He reached down with one hand and wrapped his fingers around her right bicep, then forcibly pulled her off of the bed and to her feet.
Candy clutched the clothing he'd given her and stared at him in shock. Billy was always so sensitive, so gentle...he had never given her an order like that! He pushed her towards the washroom, and Candy gasped in surprise. He was so strong, and as she looked up at him, she realized how he towered over her by more than half a foot. His muscular frame dwarfed her own, and she remembered that when he phased, he was impervious to her powers. He had never intimidated her before, but he did now.
"Go on," he said, his voice a low growl. "Make up that pretty face of yours too. But don't keep me waiting too long."
Candy marched into the washroom and closed the door behind her. She took a deep breath and realized her hands were shaking. She had never seen Billy behave this way--she'd never considered it possible. He seemed determined to take her up on her offer, and Candy suddenly realized that the whole time they'd been together, Billy must have been repressing some dark sexual urges as well. Her sensitive and gentle boyfriend, it seemed, had a hidden dominant streak! She could tell that he wasn't just immersed in a sex-play role. She'd seen the heated look in his eyes. He was thoroughly enjoying the idea of dictating her every action.
So do I have a matching submissive streak? Candy wondered, and realized all the evidence pointed to it. Here she was, in the washroom, about to change just as he'd ordered--and she hadn't made so much as a peep of an objection. In fact, she could feel her loins growing warm as she thought about obeying her lover's every command, without hesitation.
The auburn-haired beauty pulled off her night-shirt and tossed it aside, then glanced at the lingerie Billy had picked out for her. Candy's brown eyes went wide with recognition. It was the first bra and panty set Billy had ever bought for her, and she'd only worn it once. She hadn't liked the color, a scandalously deep scarlet. Nor had she cared for the design. The panties were French-cut, riding high on her hips. Had the front and back panels been any thinner, it would have been a thong; the one time she'd tried them on, the front of the panties didn't even cover all of her trimmed muff, but that wasn't a problem right now thanks to the late Laura Lane's talent with a razor.
The bra, meanwhile, had ultra-thin straps that, given the load they'd have to carry on her chest, seemed likely to break. The cups were lacy and low-cut, not even covering all of her areola, and pushed her breasts up in a manner that Candy almost considered obscene. The bra also had a clasp that fastened in the front. As Candy pulled the sexy lingerie onto her naked body, she remembered why she had only worn the outfit once: it was just too sexy for her--she thought it looked like something a hooker would wear. But her lover had decreed that she would wear it, so she did.
Candy looked at her body in the mirror, examining how the lingerie emphasized her voluptuous assets in a way that bordered on tawdry, and a thrilled shiver run through her shapely frame. Now that she was consciously accepting it, she liked how the scandalous bra and panty set made her look like a fuck-toy.
She examined her face, which was pretty even though completely bereft of makeup. But even with its natural beauty, her face didn't match her outfit. Candy pulled open her bathroom drawer and took out her makeup kit. She picked out the most daring shades of eye-shadow, rouge, and lipstick, which she would usually only wear to a dark nightclub, and applied them liberally, along with heavy mascara on her eyelashes. Moments later, she analyzed her handiwork, and yet another thrilled spasm ran through her; she did, indeed, look like a hooker, or a porn star. The thought made her pussy moist. Laura Lane had painted her face in a similar fashion, and Candy had objected vociferously; tonight, however, she made up her face at her lover's behest and for his sake, and doing so thrilled her.
Candy then sat down on the toilet seat and put on the shoes Billy had picked out for her. She smiled at his selection. The shoes were essentially high-heeled sandals, with thin, black leather straps that crossed over her feet and wound around her shapely calves to a point just below the knee. Once she had donned them, she stood and looked at herself in a full-length mirror fastened to the bathroom door. She admired how the high heels changed her body's shape ever-so slightly, emphasizing her shapely legs and making her butt and breasts jut out.
Taking a deep breath, Candy opened the door and walked back into the bedroom. She thought of striding out confidently, her hips swaying seductively, but rejected the idea. Billy wanted to see her compliant and submissive; so she walked out slowly, her head bowed slightly, her hands clasped over her lap, her eyes regarding him nervously.
Billy was sitting in the bedroom's lone chair, a comfortable settee covered in dark, ribbed fabric. He had changed into a pair of black silk pajama bottoms and a matching waist-length robe. The robe plunged in a deep V over his chest, revealing an ample amount of his powerful pectorals and alluring pelt of chest hair. He looked...decadent. As did she. Candy's body quivered with anticipation.
Angela DeFranco lay in her bed and tried to decide what to do. Danny, Billy's younger brother, had gone out to a friend's place to watch DVDs and play video games--his preferred way to spend a Friday night. Angela began to wish she had gone with him. She pulled her burgundy-colored terrycloth robe tight about her body and struggled to shut out the cacophony around her.
The house, to anyone else, would have seemed very quiet. Not to the telepath, however. Though she did her best to shut out her friends' thoughts, their powerful lust for one another meant that to Angela, it was as though Candy and Billy were already screaming in ecstasy, even though they were in a closed room down and across the hall from her own. It wasn't the first time she'd had to force herself to shut out their thoughts when they made love. Tonight, however, the fact that Billy and Candy were trying something new and kinky made their emotions, and therefore the thoughts Angela heard inside her mind, all the stronger.
Even worse, Angela had to fight off her own urge to join them. She loved them both, and wanted them both. She was so relieved, for both of them, that Duster had been rescued and was home, safe and sound. But Angela felt terribly guilty for how she had lusted after Billy in Candy's absence. And though the trio had shared, months ago, one incredibly satisfying ménage à trois, the dark-haired girl had not been invited back into their bed since. They wanted to safeguard their relationship, the couple had explained to her apologetically, and Angela understood. But it frustrated the hell out of her.
In her mind, Angela could see through Candy's eyes as the auburn-haired beauty checked her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Candy looked incredibly hot in her naughty lingerie and heavy makeup. Angela felt a heated flush in her mid-section and opened her lips to gulp down a breath. Her arms, folded over her chest, shifted so her left hand could fondle her right breast. She felt both aroused and ashamed; she swore at herself softly even as she groped her breast, teasing the nipple to erection.
I shouldn't do this, Angela told herself. I'm violating their privacy. I should go out for a walk. Yeah, sure, walk around one of the roughest neighborhoods in High Plains City after midnight in your bathrobe, great idea...
Candy had left the washroom, and the lusty thoughts and powerful response of Angela's friends to one another's scantily-clad bodies overwhelmed the olive-skinned beauty. Her back arched and she moaned in excitement as she spied on her two attractive friends through their own eyes.
Oh God, this is so wrong! I have to stop... Angela chided herself.
Then she heard Billy's thoughts and found out what he had planned. Angela's pussy grew wet in response.
"Oh, fuck it!" she cried in resignation. It was no use. Angela pulled her robe open, revealing her nude, voluptuous body. One hand grabbed one of her heavy breasts, the other plunged between her thighs and began to rub her wet pussy.
Candy felt a clandestine thrill as she again contemplated how strong--how powerful--her boyfriend's body was, especially compared to her own. He can overpower me, Candy thought, and the realization sent an excited shiver down her spine. The fact of it was obvious, but Candy had never thought about it, because Billy never seemed capable of it. Until now.
He stood up, the black silk rippling over his muscles, and Candy's heart began to pound as he approached her. She felt nervous, wondering if she had taken too long, or if he would approve of her make-up job. Billy looked her up and down, then smiled appreciatively.
"Very nice," he murmured, his voice low and rough, but cool. He ran his fingers through Candy's tousled auburn locks. "Come with me," he said as he took her hand and led her towards the bed.
Rather than leading Candy to the bed itself, however, Billy led her to the foot of the bed. A few months ago, they had replaced the aging double bed Billy had inherited from his parents with a new, queen-sized canopy bed made of sturdy steel that had a painted pewter finish. Candy had thought the bed very romantic, especially when she'd hung diaphanous off-white fabric from its canopy.
Candy noticed several strips of different fabrics--silk scarves and waist-cords from her bathrobes--hanging over the bed's footboard of slender metal rails. She glanced up at the strong steel rails and wondered if Billy was going to tie her to them. She hoped so; the idea thrilled her, and she felt her nipples hardening within her lacy bra.
Billy positioned Candy in front of the footboard, her back to it. He reached past her and pulled a black silk scarf from where he'd hung it on the footboard's top metal rail. He folded the fabric into a strip about three inches in breadth. Then Billy held the scarf up with both of his hands, holding it in front of Candy's face for a moment before he placed it over her eyes. He wrapped the soft fabric around her head, tying it at the back. The folded black fabric over her eyes rendered Candy completely blind. She swallowed hard and felt sweat breaking out on her skin, she was so excited.
"Are you...going to tie me up?" Candy asked, her voice trembling with excitement. Please...
Candy gasped when she felt Billy's large, strong hand grip her jaw firmly and turn her face towards his.
"You don't speak unless you're spoken to," he said firmly. "You don't ask for anything, is that clear? And when you respond to my questions...you must call me Master. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," Candy stammered meekly. "I understand...Master."
Just uttering the word was like a miniature orgasm unto itself. Candy felt herself completely surrender at that moment, felt herself wholly submit to her lover's will. He could do anything he wanted to her; she would not object. He could give her any order; she would obey. It was so unlike her, so unlike him...yet it aroused her powerfully. She felt her pussy moistening. She couldn't believe how exciting this was! She wondered momentarily where this long-buried submissive streak in her personality came from.
All at once, it came to her, like an epiphany. Candy Roberts had struggled her whole life to be strong and confident, to be a thoroughly modern, liberated woman and fulfill her potential. In this, she had succeeded; she was a top-notch scientist, was in a committed and loving relationship, and, with the exceptions of her periodic captures, was a kick-ass superheroine.
But it took so much effort and energy, being strong all the time. A part of herself that she had ignored, even repressed, for far too long needed respite from her daily struggles. She needed to relax, to retreat, to stop fighting all the time and just...submit. Where else could she do that, but here, in the privacy of her bedroom? And who else could she do that with, but the man she trusted most, the man she trusted nightly with her life?
That very man had gently but firmly grabbed her forearm. Candy felt him wrapping another one of her silk scarves around her left wrist, and she inhaled a tremulous breath as he tied it off. He lifted her arm by pulling the cloth upwards, and Candy then felt him tying the other end of the scarf around the upper rail of the canopy. Then Billy repeated his actions with her right arm, so that both of Candy's arms were elevated and bound by soft silk to the bed's metal canopy.
Candy's nearly-naked chest rose and fell as she breathed deeply through her mouth; she was nearly panting, she was so excited. Her creamy skin glowed from a thin sheen of sweat. Her nipples were hard and poked into the lacy fabric that covered them; the rasping sensation against the tender nubs only excited her more. Her tiny panties felt wet from her moist, still-shaved pussy. Candy wanted to beg Billy to fuck her, but was mindful of his earlier warning.
She suddenly felt Billy's hands touch her shoulders, and she gasped. Her body trembled and a soft moan escaped her lips as his fingertips traced downwards over her chest.
"You have lovely breasts," Billy said as he teasingly ran his fingertips over the cups of Candy's lacy bra. Her nipples grew erect and poked into the lace covering them, which rasped against them and made them even harder.
"Ohhhhh...th-thank you...Master..." Candy said breathlessly as Billy began to fondle her breasts. The blindfolded girl tilted her head back and bit her lower lip. She did this to stop herself from disobeying her master's rule that she could not speak unless he gave her leave to do so, because she wanted to beg him to tear the lacy bra from her tits and maul and suckle the tender globes.
But her lover left the bra in place. His hands continued their teasing trip down over her body. His fingertips danced lightly over her taut abdomen; Candy's belly quivered beneath his touch, and the blindfolded girl gasped.
Billy's fingers slowly swept over Candy's hips, coming to a stop over the narrow waistband of her high-cut scarlet panties. She felt him pause for a moment. Candy swallowed hard, then whimpered. She wanted to beg him to strip her, to bare her pussy to his gaze, but she held her tongue. She then felt him insert his fingers into the waistband. With torturous slowness, he began to pull her panties down.
As her lover and master bared her loins, Candy's body shuddered with excitement. Her panties slid past her ripe ass and down her supple thighs. Candy felt a fresh gush of lubricant warming her bare pussy as the scanty briefs fell past her knees and shapely calves. The bound and blindfolded young beauty stepped out of her panties.
Candy stood with her legs spread, her ankles next to each of the posts at the bottom corners of the bed, an invitation for Billy to bind her legs there. She could not see her lover, and he did not touch her, but she could sense him, kneeling before her, and felt certain that his gaze was riveted upon her bald pussy. She silently urged him to move closer, to smell the pungent scent of her arousal, and to taste its tangy flavor with his lips and tongue.
"I don't like your pussy completely shaved like this," he said sternly. Candy didn't know how to respond; the comment took her out of the game momentarily and back to her recent captivity, when Laura Lane had shaved her pubic hairs off. "You're going to grow your little muff back." It wasn't a request.
"Y-yes, Master," Candy responded uncertainly. "It wasn't my..."
"But keep it trimmed, the way I like it," Billy ordered her.
Candy nodded her agreement and reminded herself not to say anything more than he prompted her for. She then heard him pull another strip of fabric from where it hung over the footboard's top rail. Candy felt her lover's hand grasp her lower right calf, and a tremulous smile quivered upon her lips as she felt certain that he was about to bind her legs to the bedposts, spread and ready for him to take her whenever and however he pleased.
Billy tied the silk cord first around Candy's slender ankle, over the long straps of her high-heeled sandal. He then fastened the cord around the bottom of the bedpost with a strong knot. As his nearly-naked girlfriend trembled and breathed heavily, he bound her left leg to the opposite bedpost.
The auburn-haired beauty's sexual excitement continued to grow. Candy felt sweat running freely over her skin and knew she must be glowing in the bedroom's soft light. She felt Billy's large hands caressing the inside of her legs, moving steadily upwards. The bound girl's head fell back, and she moaned hoarsely. His fingertips skirted teasingly around the apex of her thighs, making her whimper.
Billy chuckled, a low and throaty sound. His hands cupped her ripe bottom. Candy felt his breath, hot and heavy, on the warm, sensitive skin of her labia. Without warning, he suddenly pressed his mouth against her bare slit. His tongue darted into her vagina and licked her pussy lips, then her clit.
"OHHHHHHHH!!" Candy groaned, her luscious mouth hanging open, her long auburn locks tickling her bare ass through the elegantly curved metal of the bed's footboard.
Billy's mouth left her pussy. He kissed her lower abdomen, just above her cunt, then darted his tongue into her navel. She gasped and her tummy undulated in response. Her lover laughed lustily at her obvious excitement. He pushed himself upwards, kissing her breasts, licking the upper third of her areola that her scandalously revealing bra failed to conceal. As he rose to his full height, he pressed his right hand behind her head and pulled her face towards his.
Their lips met, and Candy moaned into Billy's mouth as their lips pressed together and their tongues intertwined. She could taste her own tangy juices upon his lips; the sensation always aroused her. Billy's left hand closed over Candy's breast, fondling the pliant mound. He flicked the tip of his thumb over her nipple, rasping the lacy fabric of her bra over the sensitive nub and forcing a hoarse moan from his bound and blindfolded girlfriend.
Candy felt as though she would explode. Billy's strong body was pressed against hers. She could feel his big cock, his erection hot and hard, pressing against her abdomen. Her pussy was sodden with female lubricant, her labia swollen and hot. She writhed against him, trying to use her voluptuous body to entice him to mount her, to take her, to fuck her mercilessly.
Billy broke the kiss and straightened. He watched his overheated girlfriend thrashing against him in her bonds; a wicked grin was on his full, sensuous lips. He remained perfectly still as Candy quivered before him, her breasts jiggling in her bra. One of her nipples had popped free, but he resisted the urge to take the erect nub in his mouth or to tease it with his thumb.
"M-Master," Candy stammered, giving in to her frustration as she sensed his seeming indifference to her desperate need. "Forgive me..."
"What is it?" Billy asked her indulgently. His voice was low and seductive, but tightly controlled as well.
"Are you..." Candy began to ask, then her voice cracked with inflamed passion. She took a breath and struggled to calm herself. When she spoke, her voice was little more than a rough whisper. "Are you going to fuck me, Master...?"
Billy's smile broadened as he took a step back from her. Candy whimpered when she felt his hands leave her body.
"No," he said, taking sadistic delight in the simple, one-word denial.
Behind the blindfold, Candy's delicate brows creased into a shocked frown. Her mouth dropped open.
"WHAT?!?" she shrieked.
"Not just yet, slave," Billy told her, his voice suddenly stern, his tone a clear warning that the game had not ended, and she was not to step out of her submissive role. "I'll fuck you, all right, but when I'm good and ready. Understood?"
Candy could only draw shocked, ragged pants into her overworked lungs.
"Do you understand?" Billy asked her again, an admonishing growl in his voice.
"Y-yes," Candy whimpered in resignation. She hadn't considered the possibility that her would deny her. It only emphasized the power he had over her now, power she had freely given away. And it excited her even more. "Yes, Master..." she said, her voice tight with unmet need.
"I'll be back in a moment," Billy told her. "Don't go anywhere," he joked with a smirk that his bound and blindfolded girlfriend couldn't see, but which she knew was curling one corner of his sensuous mouth into a cocky smile.
As she quivered helplessly in her silky bonds, Candy listened as her lover--her Master--quietly walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Once he'd gone, Candy groaned softly in disappointment. Her body, inflamed with sexual excitement, writhed sensually, and she silently prayed that he wouldn't be long.
Alone in her bedroom, Angela was squeezing each of her large breasts in turn with one hand while the other rubbed her pussy vigorously. Her cunt gushed female lubricant. Listening to her friends' lusty, kinky thoughts had excited her to a fever pitch. The telepath was close to orgasm, lost in her passion and no longer paying attention to Candy's and Billy's thoughts. So she did not sense Billy approaching her room, did not detect his presence until he threw the door open.
"OH MY GOD!!" Angela gasped in shock. She sat bolt upright in her bed and awkwardly pulled her dark terrycloth robe back over her voluptuous nude body. "Jesus, Billy, could you at least fucking knock..."
"You've been eavesdropping," Billy said sternly. His black silk robe was open, revealing his muscular chest and the dark hairs that covered it. His arms were folded, and his turquoise eyes regarded Angela's barely-covered body unabashedly.
The dark-featured girl's voice died at his words. An embarrassed flush reddened her cheeks. She held his gaze for a moment, then blinked several times and looked down at the bed sheets in shame, her lips pressed together.
"I...I..." she stammered, but could find no words to express her sudden discomfiture. Her body was still hot and excited, but her ardor was cooling quickly. "I'm sorry..."
"You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you?"
Angela frowned. Her head raised, and her dark eyes studied Billy's face. She saw the teasing mirth in the subtle smirk pulling up one corner of his mouth, and also saw the hot, suggestive look in his turquoise eyes. The raven-haired beauty gasped softly. She didn't need to read Billy's mind to understand that he was still immersed in the same role of the wicked, dominant male he had been playing with Candy. She also realized that his presence in her room was not intended as an intrusion, but as an invitation. His next action confirmed it.
"Come," he said, still smiling and holding out one hand. Then his smile broadened. "Pun fully intended," he joked.
The brunette's lips gradually formed a pleased smile, even as tears of joy filled her eyes. How often, she reflected, had she lain here in her bed and yearned to return to Billy and Candy's bedroom and the couple's warm embrace? The bisexual beauty loved both her friends, and lusted after them as well. Their one, all-too-fleeting ménage à trois several months ago had not sated her; it had only whet her appetite and made her hungry for more. But Candy and Billy had chosen to not repeat the experience, and Angela's frustrated desire for them both had grown. Now, after months of yearning, her loving and lusty wish would finally be fulfilled.
Angela pushed herself up from the bed and practically ran over to the handsome young man waiting for her. She placed her hand in his. As he enclosed her fingers with his own, Billy's heavy brows knit into a frown. He noticed how wet and sticky her hand felt. Then his grin broadened and became even more wicked. He lifted Angela's fingers to his mouth and licked them, then sucked on them, savoring the taste of her arousal. Angela watched him, wide-eyed, her sexual excitement returning and growing. She took a deep breath, making her large breasts rise and fall beneath her robe.
As Billy pulled Angela's fingers from between his lips, he suckled the love honey from her delicate digits. His eyes caught hers, and a sinful smile curled his lips. He opened his mind, and the telepathic beauty gasped softly as she perceived his plan. She returned his smile, and followed him out of her room and down the hall eagerly.
Candy heard the bedroom door creak open. Her blindfolded head turned as she listened intently.
"Bill...er...Master?" Candy asked hesitantly. Oh God, it had better be him! she thought. She would be mortified if Billy's younger brother Danny had come home and found her like this, bound spread-eagle and practically naked to the canopy bed.
The auburn-haired beauty could sense someone approaching, but whoever it was barely made a sound.
"Billy, that had better be you..." Candy muttered anxiously, breaking out of character for a moment.
"Ah, ah," she heard her lover admonishing her. He was standing in front of her, just off to her right side. "What are you supposed to call me, little slave?"
Candy took a deep breath of relief, reacting not only to her lover's presence, but also because of his assertion that their incredibly exciting sexual game would now continue. Her luscious lips curled into a delighted smile.
"Master," she breathed. "You're my Master..."
"Mm-hmmm..." Billy murmured in agreement.
Candy gasped when she felt fingertips lightly caressing her inner thigh. She licked her lips as she felt the fingers trace upwards, skirting around her bare pussy lips teasingly, then dancing over her quivering abdomen. The auburn-haired beauty felt her bra cups pulled together, then spring apart as the front clasp was undone. Her large breasts jiggled free, and Candy moaned softly now that all of her erogenous zones were completely exposed.
Candy felt hands caressing her tits, thumbs teasing the erect nipples at their peaks. Her breasts were fondled, then groped, the passion of her tender molester increasing. One of the hands left her breasts, only to force its way back into Candy's awareness when the bound girl felt fingers pressing against her labia and clitoris. Candy squirmed in her bonds and moaned. Her breathing grew heavier, and more rapid, as her excitement and arousal increased.
Something, however, nagged at the edge of her awareness--something she'd noticed unconsciously at first. The hands touching her felt--wrong, somehow. Unlike Billy's. The fingers felt too slender, the touch too delicate. Even so, Candy's arousal kept her from taking note of the discrepancy...until she felt long, sharp fingernails bite into her breast flesh teasingly.
"OHHHH!!" Candy gasped. "Who--who's there?!" she asked nervously, though in her heart, she knew.
A moment later, Candy felt fingers tugging at the knot fastening the blindfold around her head. The black silk scarf was removed from her eyes. Candy blinked as even the low romantic lights of the bedroom stung her previously-blinded eyes. Then she saw Angela standing directly in front of her and gasped.
Candy stared at Angela, incredulous for a moment. Candy and Billy had agreed, after their single tryst with Angela months before, not to repeat the event. They'd both been concerned about the effect being intimate with their friend and teammate might have on their relationship, even though neither had noticed any evidence to that effect. Candy glanced to her right, where Billy was standing wearing only his loose black silk pajama bottoms.
"You and I are still together, even after everything our enemies have put us through," Billy said as he tossed Candy's blindfold onto the bed, "so I don't think our best friend poses any threat."
Candy said nothing. She returned her gaze to Angela. The dark-haired beauty was completely nude. Candy cast her gaze down over Angela's naked, voluptuous body. The auburn-haired girl had long been aware of her own bisexual urges. Now her lover offered her a chance to indulge them for the first time in months. Candy raised her eyes and stared into Angela's, which were dark and deep, and held such affection and vulnerability.
I've missed you, the dark-featured girl said telepathically inside Candy's mind.
"Me too," Candy said, her features softening and her dark brown eyes brimming with tears.
Angela pressed herself forward. Her mouth closed over Candy's, and her arms wrapped around her bound friend's body. Their full breasts pressed together, and Angela pressed her thigh between Candy's legs to rub her pussy as they kissed. The two young women moaned as they embraced. Their tongues flicked over and around one another.
Suddenly, Angela broke the kiss. She leaned back a little, and her expression hardened. Candy only stared at her, uncertain as to what had come over her best friend.
"You've been a naughty girl," Angela said sternly. "Getting captured. Making us worry."
Candy quickly realized that Angela had joined in her and Billy's erotic role-playing game. She smiled briefly with excitement, but Angela's grim expression did not waver. The tremulous smile disappeared from Candy's luscious lips, and she resumed the role that excited and aroused her so, of the compliant and submissive sex slave.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered, her gaze dropping in shame at the admonishment.
"That's not good enough," Angela told her firmly. "You have to be punished."
Candy's head raised suddenly, and she stared wide-eyed at Angela. A shiver of fear ran through her bound and naked body, followed by a tremor of sexual excitement. She glanced at Billy with an anxious and aroused expression on her lovely features. Her lover was staring at her coldly, though she could just see the hint of a wicked smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.
Billy nodded. "I agree," he said gravely. "A naughty slave must be punished. Don't you agree, slave?"
"I..." Candy said hesitantly as sweat began to form on her skin and her pussy grew wet with anticipation. What form would the punishment take? She had to find out. She couldn't believe how much the idea aroused her. "Yes, Master," she murmured huskily. "I...I must be punished."
"Very well," Billy said.
Angela and Billy exchanged a look, then, to Candy's surprise, they began to untie her bonds from the bed frame. They left the strips of fabric tied around her wrists and ankles, however. As soon as her limbs were free, her teammates and lovers turned her around in an about face so she now faced the foot of the bed. They gently pulled her legs apart again and tied her ankles to the bottoms of the bedposts.
Billy then took a pillow from the head of the bed. He laid it over the top rail of the bed's metal footboard, directly in front of Candy's taut tummy. Angela and Billy then bent Candy forward so her face lay on the bed covers and her abdomen was bent over the bed rail. Candy sighed excitedly as her lovers pulled her arms back and tied them to the canopy bed's posts. Her full breasts hung below her torso, their sensitive peaks brushing against the fabric of the bed cover.
The auburn-haired beauty was breathing heavily. She now felt certain that she knew what form the punishment would take. The idea aroused her to no end. She felt her pussy growing hot; her eager slit dripped lubricant now. Before tonight, Candy would never have considered herself the submissive type. But now that she had decided to explore that dark side of her personality, she found it thoroughly arousing.
"Are you ready to be punished, slave?" Billy asked her.
"Yes, Master!" Candy said, her voice cracking and heavy with need. Punish me! Dominate me! Candy thought, but did not say.
Have no fear, luscious slave, Angela said into her mind, and Candy gasped as she remembered that Angela could read her deepest and darkest thoughts. That notion excited her as well.
Smack!!
"AHHHH!!" Candy cried with surprise, even though she'd been expecting the spanking, as Billy swatted her round bottom. Being bent over the footboard as she was made her ripe, heart-shaped ass prominent--and an obvious target. Her spread legs exposed her pussy, and Candy's body quivered as she felt part of the blow smack against her swollen, sensitive labia. "Oh God..."
Smack!!
"UUUHHH!!" Candy grunted. That slap felt different. Angela and Billy must be taking turns, she realized.
Smack!!
"OHHHH!!" Candy groaned.
Smack!!
"UNNHHH!!" Candy moaned. "Harder...please, Master...Mistress..." she begged. Her body was trembling with excitement.
SMACK!!!
"AAAAHHHHH!!!" Candy cried out. The force of Billy's blow made her body lurch. "YES!!"
SMACK!!!
"OH GOD!!" Candy shouted. The pain of the spanking completely centered her attention upon her loins. It stimulated her pussy and felt amazing. She couldn't believe she'd never tried it before, especially when it aroused her so.
SMACK!!!
"AHHH-HAHHHH!!" Candy cried. "MORE!!"
For several minutes, the spanking continued. Candy's bottom grew red and ultra-sensitive. Each blow sent her further into a spiral of pain and ecstasy. Tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks even as her pussy gushed female lubricant onto her thighs. Eventually, Candy could take no more. But rather than begging for her two lovers to stop, or using safety word, she simply pressed her face into the bed covers and began to weep.
Noticing how she was suddenly overcome, Billy motioned for Angela to stop. Concerned, he walked to the side of the bed and climbed on top of it, kneeling in front of Candy's prostate form. He tenderly pressed his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her head. Candy stared back at him, blinking tears out of her eyes as she noticed the concerned look in his. Her quivering lips formed an unsteady smile.
"We should've...done this years ago," Candy murmured, her voice shaking as Billy's fingers caressed her tear-stained face. "...Master," she added with an ecstatic grin, then turned her head and licked and kissed the palm of his hand.
Her words, her actions, and her refusal to use the safety word to stop the spanking, all confirmed that Candy had found the experience tremendously exciting. Billy was pleased, but surprised as well. He tried to fathom where his beloved's heretofore unapparent submissive, even masochistic, urges came from. Perhaps it grew out of her upbringing as a rich girl who was spoiled, but also instilled with a strong sense of civic duty. Perhaps it came from the sense of shame she felt at her many captures and violations. Or perhaps it was simply a long-buried fetish. Whatever the case, the spanking had produced a powerful emotional and sexual response in the auburn-haired beauty.
Billy smiled at his girlfriend tenderly, then leaned down low and kissed her. His lips caressed hers gently at first, but the lovers grew more ardent quickly. Their mouths opened and their tongues intertwined. Candy moaned as Billy reached beneath her chest to knead one of her breasts.
Then Billy broke the kiss. He rose and pushed himself up from the bed. He nodded to Angela, then he pushed his silk pajama bottoms down his legs so he stood nude before the two girls. Candy watched him disrobe, her dark eyes enraptured by the sight of his tall, muscular form. She trembled when she saw his large, hard cock jutting forth from his mid-section, eager to feel it inside her, fucking her, dominating her, possessing her. Angela also watched, her dark eyes mirroring Candy's admiration and desire for the handsome young man.
Instead of taking a position behind her, however, Billy climbed back onto the bed. He knelt before Candy, then lowered himself so he sat on his haunches. He pushed himself towards her until his cock was pointing directly at her mouth. Candy's eyes glanced up into his briefly, conveying wordlessly that she understood his silent command and would obey it. Her lips parted until they formed a perfect O. Her lover eased his hips forward, and she eagerly took him into her mouth. She felt a thrill of pleasure run through her bound body when she heard him growl with pleasure.
Meanwhile, behind Candy, Angela knelt on the floor. She placed her hands on Candy's ripe buttocks, still pink from her spanking, and bent down. Angela opened her mouth and licked from the inside of Candy's right knee, up along her thigh, until she reached the bound beauty's still-shaved pussy. The raven-haired girl pressed her lips against Candy's labia and darted her tongue between them. Then Angela began to flick her tongue between Candy's pussy lips and over the hard nub of her clit. She felt the muscles in Candy's loins tighten in pleasurable response to her intimate ministrations.
Billy was rocking his hips back and forth, savoring the wet warmth of Candy's mouth around his prick, and the teasing of her tongue along its underside. He pressed his left hand onto the mattress to steady himself while his right hand grabbed a clutch of his girlfriend's tousled auburn locks.
"Oh yeah baby like that...uhhhhh..." Billy said, his voice low and tight with pleasure.
"MMPH...GMPH...NGPH...MMPH..." Candy moaned around his cock. Her eyes were closed tight. Every now and then she shuddered as Angela's licking of her cunt sent a spasm of ecstasy through her bound frame.
"MMMMM..." Angela murmured into Candy's pussy. The dark-featured girl pulled her lips back for a moment. "Oh GOD Candy you taste so good..." she said, then plunged her face back into her friend's privates. She had longed to return to intimacy with her two friends and teammates for months, and now it was finally happening. Angela's own pussy was also hot and dripping with love honey. Angela removed her right hand from one of Candy's buttocks and pressed it between her own legs.
For the next few minutes, the trio pleasured one another. Their mutual ecstasy rose as they stimulated one another's erogenous zones. Their toned young bodies glowed with sweat, and their muscles strained as their rapture grew.
"OH GOD...UNNNNGGHH!!" Billy groaned as Candy's mouth sucked his cock expertly. His face tightened, his brows knitting and his eyes clenched shut.
"HHHRRRMMM!!" Angela growled. Her tongue danced madly over Candy's clit even as she rubbed her own pussy furiously.
"MMPH!! MMPH!! MMPH!! MMPH!!" Candy panted around her lover's hard cock. Giving him such pleasure, especially from such a submissive position, excited her more than she could have imagined. With Angela expertly working her cunt, Candy knew she would climax, and soon.
Her lovers knew it as well, sensed it in her passionate muffled cries and the increasing tightness of her muscles. Which is why they stopped. Billy eased his hips back, pulling his cock out of Candy's mouth, and Angela pulled her own mouth away from Candy's sodden pussy. The auburn-haired girl, bound and bent over the railing at the foot of her bed, could only gasp and whimper in shocked confusion. She wanted to object--she'd been so close!--but she kept playing the exhilarating role of a submissive sex slave.
Candy's body was quaking with excitement as Billy and Angela both rose to their feet. They slowly walked around Candy, Billy on her left, Angela on her right, until they had exchanged positions. Billy stood behind Candy, stroking his cock while he gazed ardently at her fine, round ass. Angela climbed onto the bed, bent her legs at the knee, and sat back on her haunches. She pushed her pussy towards Candy's mouth.
"Pleasure me while your Master fucks you from behind," Angela commanded.
"Yesss...Mistress..." Candy breathed as the pungent scent of her best friend's aroused pussy filled her nostrils. She felt Billy place his hand on her ass, then felt the tip of his prick pressing at the entrance to her vagina. As Angela pressed her cunt against Candy's mouth, the auburn-haired beauty groaned rapturously.
"MMMMMMMM!!!" Angela moaned hoarsely as Candy's tongue licked the length of her slit. The dark-featured girl used her left hand to steady herself while her right raised to grope her own breasts. She stared over top of Candy's prostrate form at Billy, relishing the look of pleasure on his handsome face when he plunged his cock into his lover's hot, wet pussy.
"Oh my GOD!!" Billy exclaimed as Candy's warm, wet sheath enclosed his cock. "JESUSSSS..."
Though he played the role of the commanding Master tonight, Billy felt amazed that Candy was his. He had worshipped her from afar for three years before even saying a word to her. He still thought of her as his dream girl. And tonight, she was proving that she could still surprise him. Billy nearly came as soon as he entered her. He held himself still for a moment, taking deep breaths and curbing his ecstasy. He wanted to savor this, to consider just for a moment how damn lucky he was to have her, especially after her recent brush with death.
Billy looked over the top of Candy's head and found Angela staring back at him, her dark eyes heavy-lidded, her mouth slack as Candy licked her pussy. Angela was squeezing one of her large breasts and gazing at Billy with unconcealed lust. He wasn't sure exactly what he'd done in his young life to deserve the affection and attraction of two such beautiful and extraordinary women, but he was thankful he had. Billy smiled broadly, then pulled his hips back and prepared to give his lover the fuck of her life.
"URM!! URM!! URM!! URM!!" Candy squealed into Angela's pussy as Billy slammed his hips against her ass, driving his hot, hard cock in and out of her slick pussy like a piston. His hands gripped her behind, holding it in position for his driving thrusts. The sound of his naked skin slapping against hers with a wet sound born of the sweat that covered their bodies thrilled her. He was fucking her hard, mercilessly, just as she'd wanted him to. Her body rocked within its bonds, her breasts rolling beneath her chest where they were pressed against the bedcovers.
"OH FUCK!!" Angela cried. Her head fell back and her back arched as Billy's thrusts made Candy's mouth-work less skilful, but more passionate, even violent. Angie didn't seem to mind. It felt like Billy was fucking her too. Her body shook as Candy's rocking frame impacted Angela's loins, making her large, full breasts jiggle on her chest.
For her part, Candy was rapidly approaching climax again. The domination, the bondage, the spanking, the cock in her cunt, the pussy in her face...all of it was overpowering her, propelling her to the height of ecstasy. Her hands clenched around the lengths of fabric binding her wrists to the bed posts. She could feel her pussy gushing lubricant over Billy's cock. It wouldn't be long now...
"Oh GOD, baby, you feel so fucking GOOD!" Billy growled as he rocked his hips against his girlfriend's ass, pounding her pussy with his cock.
"Yeah, Billy, FUCK her, fuck her HARD..." Angela groaned from her position on the bed. Her lungs were pumping air like bellows now. Her heart was beating madly in her chest. She had wanted this so badly, for so many months, doubting she would ever again experience such ecstasy with the two people she loved most in the world. But it was happening, really happening, and the telepath read in their thoughts that they both realized they had been wrong to turn her away, that they loved her and would never part from her again, and tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her face even as she neared climax.
"UH!! UH!! UH!! UH!! UH!!" Billy grunted with every thrust.
"MMPH!! MMPH!! MMPH!! MMPH!!" Candy moaned, echoing his lusty vocalizations.
"Ohhhhhhhhh...FUUUUUUCK..." Angela moaned, her face tightening as the pleasure rose to its crest within her. "I'M...CUMMINNNNGGG..."
"MM!! MM!! MM!! MM!!" Candy squealed into her friend's wet pussy, as if agreeing with her and egging her on.
"OH MY GOD!! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Angela screamed as she came. "OH GOD!! OH GOD!! I...UUUNNNGGHHH!!" she groaned, her jaw clenched and her lips pulled back in an ecstatic grimace as a long, powerful orgasm held her in its thrall.
Candy tasted the tangy love juice that gushed into her mouth from Angela's pussy, and the intimate flavor pulled her closer to her own climax. Then Angela's orgasm subsided, and the dark-haired girl collapsed onto the bed, pulling her cunt away from Candy's mouth and leaving the bound young woman free to give voice to her ecstasy.
"YES!! YES!! YES!!" Candy shouted in response to every driving thrust of Billy's cock. Her arched auburn brows creased, and her teeth ground together. "Billy...Master...," Candy said tightly, "I'm...yours...UH...UH...UH...t-take me...OH GOD..."
"URRRMMM..." Billy groaned. Sweat was pouring down his face. Every thrust of his prick into Candy's pussy was accompanied by a gushing, slurping sound, she was so wet. They'd been together for over two years, and they were just now finding out how much being submissive excited her. Oh we're gonna have fun with this... Billy told himself. "Cum," he said, his voice taking on a tone of command. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of Candy's hair and pulled on it. Her head rose, and her back arched. Her large, heavy breasts hung beneath her torso, swaying and slapping against one another. "CUM!! CUM for me, my love, my SLAVE!! CUM ALL OVER MY COCK!!"
Billy's words and actions sealed his thorough domination of Candy, and pushed her over the edge. As ordered, she came. Explosively.
"OH GAWWWWWWWDDD!!" Candy screamed as her loins contracted, her pussy gushed lubricant, and her orgasm claimed her. "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Her body shook violently from the power of her climax.
"YEAH!! THAT'S IT!! Oh God..." Feeling the wet warmth on his cock ensured Billy's climax as well. He tossed his head back, threw his hips forward in one final thrust, and felt his load gush from his prick. "OHHHHH FUUUUUUUCCKKK!!!" he roared as he came. "UUHHHHHHH!! UHHHHHH!!! Huuuunnnhhh..."
"AH!! AH!! AH..." Candy panted, then froze as another orgasm shook her bound frame in response to the feel of Billy's hot cum spurting deep inside her. "UUUUUUHHHHHH!!!"
The bedroom filled with the sounds of the lovers and teammates panting, whimpering, and groaning as their climaxes subsided and their exhausted bodies went still. Angela lay on her back on the bed, her legs still bent and spread, as she gulped down breaths. Billy released Candy's hair, and the auburn's girl's torso collapsed onto the bed as she hung limply over the footboard's upper rail and the pillow Billy had placed between it and her abdomen.
Billy remained standing behind Candy, his cock still deep inside her pussy, as he panted heavily and urged his body to cool down. Every time he entered her, he never wanted to leave. Her pussy was always so warm and welcoming, and fit him perfectly. He felt as though he were a part of her. But a few minutes went by and his drained cock softened. Reluctantly, Billy drew his prick from his beloved's wet pussy, the action accompanied by a soft, wet slurping noise. He staggered back as a wave of ecstatic dizziness washed over him; he took a deep breath and grabbed hold of one of the bed posts with his right hand to steady himself.
"Well that was interesting," he said nonchalantly, and both girls laughed wearily in response.
Billy carefully knelt down and untied each of Candy's legs. Then he stood up, fighting off yet another wave of dizziness, and untied her arms. Even through he'd freed her, however, she did not move. Candy remained bent over the foot of the bed, her body drained of all its energy by her powerful climax.
A satiated smile formed on Billy's lips. He placed one hand on Candy's right shoulder and gently pulled her torso up and back. Her knees buckled, but Billy deftly caught her, placing one arm behind her knees and another around her back as she fell against him. He lifted Candy and held her tenderly in his arms as her head fell limply against his shoulder.
"My girl," he intoned softly, and kissed her forehead. "My heroine," he said reverently.
"My hero," Candy murmured wearily as she pressed the palm of her left hand against his strong, hairy chest. "My love..."
Billy carried Candy to the side of the bed, then laid her down in its center. Angela rolled over onto her side and snuggled up against her female teammate.
"Angie," Candy whispered, and a pleased smile appeared on her lips. "Missed you...should never have turned you away..."
"Damn straight," Angela admonished her friend with a tired giggle, then kissed her languidly. "See what you've been missing?"
"Mm-hmm," Candy agreed. She turned her head to watch Billy lovingly as he climbed into bed and pressed his naked body against hers. Candy cooed softly as she snuggled her body against both her lovers. Their limbs intertwined, their bodies pressed together, as the lovers and teammates cuddled and basked in sexual afterglow. Their eyes closed and their breathing relaxed as all three crime-fighters began to drift off to much-needed slumber.
After a few minutes, however, Candy's eyes flickered open. She glanced at each of her lovers in turn, then smiled happily. Snuggled between them, she felt safe and protected. The Lanes had tried to enslave her. They had nearly succeeded, but had ultimately failed. Once again, her teammates had saved her. She felt no shame in that. It was why she had formed a team of superheroes--so they could watch out for one another as they faced danger night after night.
To all appearances, though, she had just allowed herself to become what she had resisted turning into in the Lane's penthouse torture chamber: a sex slave. There was a difference, however, an ironic secret that Candy relished. By giving away her power, she actually retained it. The control remained in her hands, because it was hers to give up, and no one else's. The notion pleased her, even thrilled her--she felt a tingling in her loins at the thought, but was too spent to do anything about it.
Tomorrow night, Candy knew she would return to the streets of her city as Duster, the Mistress of the Winds, leader of her team of superheroes. Here, however, in the privacy of her bedroom, she looked forward to playing other roles, night after night, with the two people she had entrusted with her life and with her heart.
Candy Roberts sighed contentedly, snuggled against Billy MacIntyre's big, strong body, and drifted off to a peaceful, satisfied sleep.
Of Duster: Enslaved
but Duster and her friends will return in...
Duster: Doppelganger!
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