AWE
by Mr. K
Gold dug another hard fist up into the big man’s midsection. She let her energy flow up through the blow, doubling him over and lifting him off the floor. In that split second, she slammed a hook into the side of his face.
There was that wet, loud cracking noise that hailed the breaking of his jaw, and his eyes rolled up in his head.
Shock crumbled to the floor.
Gold glanced over at the captive woman for a moment. The captive woman was laid out on the plush sofa, her head tilted to one side, her body limp. She was breathing, but he had obviously started to use his toys on her; she was out like a light.
She was a tall, sleek, forty-something woman in a form-fitting black dress and high heels. She was busty and had striking coal-black hair, an absolute beauty. Who this woman was, how she ended up in Shock’s manor, and why, were total mysteries to Gold. The fact that she was evidently unconscious and bound hand-and-foot, made it clear that this dark-haired beauty was his prisoner.
“Were you planning to do your fucking experiments on her? Were you!?!”
He said nothing.
“Who is she?”
Gold blurted her words out, then hit the big man again. He released a groan, and she saw, for a moment, the weak-willed little academic who she captured years before. His eyes fluttered and squinted behind his mask.
Gold took a breath.
She turned to the woman, walking to the sofa, and kneeling over the prone captive. She touched her shoulder and shook her.
“Can you hear me?”
“Perfectly,” the woman replied. Her voice was smooth and throaty like Gold’s. It had a twinge of mocking in it.
Her hands rose up, the ropes simply fell away from the woman’s wrists, and she touched Gold’s face. Her soft, elegant fingers pressed the skin just below the golden mask.
Gold’s eyes widened and she inhaled with a startled gasp.
There was a strange rushing that tingled in her skin and quickly expanded through her body. She felt the hairs rise on the back of her neck, and her golden, magical sheath seemed to vibrate. She felt her body going dead, and her mind drifting away from her.
“Just perfect,” the woman smiled. She looked at the tall, blond who was still leaning over, but as frozen in place. Gold was her prisoner.
“Just stay still for a moment, and sit on the sofa here, honey.”
Gold did as told, her mouth hanging slack, her eyes vacant and empty. Confusion ran wild in her head as she felt her body responding to the woman’s commands. She was a puppet. Like a dainty girl at a finishing school, she drew her knees together, sat up straight on the sofa, and folded her hands on her lap.
I can’t control myself. She’s
driving me, somehow. With her voice, and that touch, she’s got control.
I need to do as she says. Concentrate …. Can’t
concentrate. How does she have this power
?
The woman shook off her ankle ropes, swung her legs out in the most lady-like manner, and strode over to check on her beaten brother. Gold watched, as she tenderly touched his back.
“Wake up, deary, it worked; we have her.”
He groaned.
“Wake up and get up off the floor, we have her.”
The man who called himself Shock slowly pulled himself up from the floor. Gold had beaten him again. She had beaten him when he was a scrawny scientist, and she beaten him now that he was the enhanced supervillian known as Shock. He wanted to make his mastery of her a physically overpowering event. He wanted her to feel his power and rage through his powerful body.
And she had.
But now it came back to the tall, lush blond beating him down to the floor. Just like in his childhood, his sister, with her damn psychic bullshit outdid him. Just like then, the things that he did to make himself stronger, smarter, better, were outdone by her ability to just alter reality with her mind. A tough teacher became an easy one. Any boy that she wanted would date her while he could only watch his girl’s of interest. He felt his face grow hot. He wanted to curse and scream, but he tried his best to show composure.
“I told you,” she said. “I told you that this was the way. You will all of your beating and raping and chest thumping. Shock is good, but Awe is…”
“Don’t say awesome! Just don’t! I got it!” he spat out. He stood, averting his sister’s gaze and looked at the woman who sat waiting on the sofa. The tall woman with large, round breasts sat placidly on the sofa as if she was posing for a Victorian portrait. Her golden skin sheath gleamed in the candle light of the room, making her nothing but a lean golden ornament.
I can’t move. She set me up, and
I’m a captive. Fucking bitch!
Sister Awe smiled a self-satisfied smile.
“She came back to capture you, she thought that I was your prisoner, she tried to rescue me. And now we have her. Simple, no? See how that works?”
She smiled at the stock-still superheroine.
“Did you like how I played up being a captive? I thought that up on the spur of the moment, and it worked. See, that’s your weakness. I knew that that’s what would bring you in. You figured out how to beat my brother, but you would make yourself vulnerable to protect a captive woman. Bingo!”
Shock’s voice, raspy with anger, chimed in.
“I almost had her.”
Awe smirked and rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. She was kicking your ass.”
Gold heard their words and tried her best to process what was going on. Part
of her was taking it all it, but part of her will had simply gone to
sleep.
She’s his sister. She’s his
sister, and she has some sort of power to control your mind and body. I can
think, but her mere presence has me in some sort of a…
“A state of awe, my dear? I have you in a state of awe? It’s like you’re in a state of awe. You know that you’re here, and what’s going on, you just can’t make yourself pull away from what has you mesmerized. You’re helpless. And, yes, I can read your every thought.”
She smiled sweetly at the paralyzed blond.
“You’ve been very hard on my brother. He tried to do something good for mankind, and you thwarted him. He took his revenge on you, justly, as should be expected, and you came back to frustrate him again. Gold, you must accept this situation as being for the best.”
The heroine’s face was as still as a statue’s, but the shock ran through her. The leggy woman walked slowly to Gold, reaching out to touch her hair. She leaned in close to the frozen woman, stroking that hair and bringing her hand to rest on shapely muscle of Gold’s thigh.
“You’re right, brother, she is beautiful. So tall and blond, no wonder you have a crush.”
“I don’t have a crush on her.”
“I always love the … oh, I hate the term ‘camel toe.’ It’s so vulgar. I think that it’s a really sexy, beautiful thing for a woman. I loved seeing that on Cutlass, that’s part of why I collected her. Love your big breasts …. Love your muscle and your …God! This woman is perfect, brother.”
She looked back at Shock.
“Your fantasy woman is here for you if you want her.”
“She isn’t my fantasy woman. I told you that. I already took what
I wanted from her. I don’t want anything from her aside from my
revenge.”
“Sure you don’t. Is there something you’d like from her, brother? Is there?”
She looked up at the towering man, a slight smirk on her face. She could read his mind.
“You know what I want.”
She looked back at Gold, and her fingers snaked out. Delicate and easy, she touched her fingertips to Gold’s mouth. She traced across the pink curve of her moist upper lip, then dragged it down to her lower. She caught it with her fingertip, and slowly dragged it down, enjoying the glistening texture of Gold’s glossed lip and the way it sprang back.
She ran that finger over the lips again. She ran it back and forth, and nestled herself deeper in Gold’s mind.
He still hasn’t had enough of
me. He still wants me to suck his damn cock.
“Exactly. You’re going to give my brother head, and you’re going to do it gladly and willingly. You’re going to do and it well,” she said.
The woman was digging deeper into her captive’s mind, and the man was freeing his cock from the black costume, a smile blooming as his meat flopped out. His eyes were fixed on Gold and he grew hard.
Can’t
move. I have to do what
they want.
The siblings got on either side of the sculpted blond. The sister pushed her thick, designer hair back, licking her lips, and the brother took hold of his stiffening girth. Awe stroked the captive’s hair and she compelled Gold to turn to face her brother.
“Suck him. Suck him, Gold.”
The glimmering heroine looked up at Shock. Her eyes had an empty, disinterested look to them. Blue and large, her eyes were usually expressive behind that mask. Now, they had nothing to offer by a dull, sleepy defeat. Gold’s tongue slid forward, her lips pursed. She closed her eyes. Awe licked her own lips and knelt, her face coming close to Gold’s breasts.
“Suck him, Gold. Suck my brother well.”
I can’t stop them.
She opened her mouth wider.
I have to take him. He wins
…
“Again,” said Awe. “He wins again.”
Gold’s hands moved smoothly taking hold of the thick meaty shaft and guiding it to her waiting mouth. He closed his eyes and his sister brought her mouth down to Gold’s big, right nipple. Below the gold gloss of her costume, it was large and hard.
The pink slippery flash of Gold’s - Tracey Hannah’s - tongue slid below Shock’s tool, and her full, curved lips wrapped around the wide mushroom head. The heat of her mouth drowned him, and she took him to the back of her throat. There was a pause, then she took a long, slow suck, dragging her tongue along the underside of his piece. Blue eyes closed behind her mask.
Shock closed his eyes as well, moaning as the captive with the long, blond hair pumped her hair back and forth. After a few strokes, she picked up a rhythm. She salivated, and soon the man’s cock was slick with her spit. It gleamed as she sucked him off.
Awe’s eyes were open. She was flashing glances up and she pulled on Gold’s right nipple with hard, biting sucks. Using her teeth, using the supple pout of her lips, she pulled hard on Gold’s hard bud. She gripped down hard on the muscular woman’s thighs.
Gold understood everything that was happening, saw, felt everything, but had no spark that demanded that she stop it. She was sucking him as if he was a lover, and soon he would blow his load in her mouth. Her breasts were sensitive; normally a fierce sucking would bring her closer and closer to orgasm. She remembered how quickly she came just the week before when both Rook brothers sucked her breasts. This one woman was sucking twice as hard.
JUST LIKE OLD TIME,
EH
BROTHER?
Something was shut down in Gold’s mind. She was an object.
A message flowed through to her from the woman who was now sucking even more fiercely on her hard nipple. Awe’s mouth was intense, and her hands were expertly exploring the curves and details of the hypnotized woman’s body. She, again and again, squeezed the muscles of her thighs and moaned. She slipped a message into Gold’s brain.
GAG ON IT,
GOLD. GAG
ON THAT MASSIVE COCK.
Gold immediately snaked his prick to the back her open throat, filling the back of her open throat, blocking her air. She used both hands guiding it, opening her mouth as wide as possible, and soon the guttural choking sounds of a gagging woman were coming from the back of her throat.
I have to gag on this. I want o gag
on this. So big, can’t breathe….
The sister was stroking Gold’s labia through the sheen of her costume. She took her mouth away to look up at the captive.
“Good girl. I love the way your body shakes and jerks, trying to breathe. This is the punishment that you get. Take him in. Come on, do it.”
Finally, he pulled back, Gold took a breath, and he shot a white-hot load in her face. The beginning of the stream splattered her eyes and the bridge of her nose.
EAT IT GOLD!
The blond opened her mouth, and tilted her head back. She closed her coated eyes and took the stream across her tongue. It was salty-sweet and hot. She swallowed the white rush as best she could, some filling her mouth, some overflowing and running down her chin to splatter on the sister’s face.
“Mmmmmm … nice.”
Gold swallowed hard while more cum dowsed her face.
GOLD, HONEY, CLEAN ME UP DOWN
HERE.
With a torrent of sperm still falling on her face and in her hair, Gold leaned down and licked the sister’s face clean. The woman’s skin was fragrant and tasted sweet mingled with her brother’s jism.
Gold swallowed again.
When the fount finally stopped, she licked her lips, scooping up a thick gloss of spume, then swallowed hard again. She looked down at the sister.
YOU DID AN EXCELLENT JOB, GOLD. NOW
RISE AND GO STAND IN THE CORNER LIKE A BAD GIRL.
Cum-stained and under complete control, the tall blond rose and simply walked past her captors. She found a place in the corner beside some work of art of another. She wasn’t sure about it or anything else in the room was. All she could see was the white of the wall. All she could smell or taste was the brine of semen all over her face. All she could feel was imprisonment.
PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE WALL, PUSH YOUR
ASS OUT.
Gold did as told pushing her palms against the wall and thrusting her firm, round ass out.
She did not shudder or cry out as the leather strap collided with her buttocks.
Awe slipped another message under the door of her mind.
THIS HAS ONLY BEGUN, GOLD. NOW YOU
JUST WAIT LIKE THAT.
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