Entering
Gold
by Mr. K
Night
The radiation that poured from my body didn’t seem to bother Gold. She wasn’t being burned and she didn’t recoil. As she pulled herself up from the floor, looking at me from behind the blond curls that fallen across her face, it occurred to me that this would be harder than usual. She would be harder than the others.
Sinew flexed in her back and arms, and her big breasts bobbed just a bit she pushed herself up from the floor. Just a bit. They were firm, and you see what an athlete she was she as her body rose up from the ground and she regained her feet.
“Perfect,” I said.
Her eyes narrowed, and she let fly with that golden energy of hers. The next thing I knew, I was embedded in the wall. My head was spinning, my body begging me to give up. I struggled, trying to move, and I caught a kick on the point of the chin. This was pain. Human pain. This is what happened to human bodies when they were beaten and defeated.
“Fascinating,” I groaned. I felt her take hold of me, set her balance and send me sailing me across the room. There was a moment at which I was upside down, then I felt a wall give way behind me. I struggled for a moment, upside down in the wreckage of the wall. She stood back and watched as I slowly peeled myself out of the brick and plaster.
“Powerful woman,” I said aloud. I wasn’t really saying it to her. I was just declaring it. I was about to say something else when the full force of one of her energy blasts struck me right on the top of the head. Right on the top.
That’s an important energy center for me, and the woman’s blast traveled down my spine and shot through all of my nerves. I felt myself lifting from the ground and arching. I heard myself screaming. She really was as powerful as I’d heard.
“Stronger than I’d expected.”
She fired off a roundhouse kick, and I learned the true extent of her martial arts. I felt bones break in my face. As my body began to heal itself, bones and tissue resetting and knitting itself together, I decided it was time to make a little plan.
She raised her hands once more, and I had to preempt her. I lashed my right hand in the air, releasing an energy ball. Just as I hoped, the red, glowing ball shot across the room and exploded between Gold’s big, firm breasts. I watched it expand, and then disappear into her body. The blond flung her arms wide open, and flung her head back. She screamed. She arched her back, flung her head back, and screamed to high heaven.
As her long, athletic body flew across my living room and crashed into the bookshelf, I found my feet and stood. The sound of shattering wood resounded, making me happy that I lived in a lighthouse, isolated from normals. Nobody would hear me capturing this woman.
It was like a waterfall as books and chunks of wood poured down on the tall woman. She was sprawled face-down on the floor, and didn’t move, or struggle as she was buried in years’ worth of books. They may have cushioned the blow as the chunks of bookshelf crashed down on her as well.
When the cacophony fell silent, I waited. I watched, looking at the pile, and waited. There were wisps of blond peeking out around the books. A high-heel poked out there. There was her thigh. Her hand was visible, red-nailed and limp. She was sprawled below the pile.
I took a step forward. I must admit, I will always admit, she caught be completely off guard. She was weaker, without a doubt, but she caught me, drove that shoulder into my belly and plowed me back into one of the few undamaged walls. I felt the wind leave me as the flying woman nailed me. With that long body in full flight, and her shoulder buried into me, all I could do was struggle to keep it together as she swept me along and slammed me down on the marble floor of the next room.
The marble cracked.
With my head still reeling, I was able to clap my hands together and release another energy ball. This scream was throatier, sexier. As I pulled myself up, I saw a tall, sexy woman in a golden body sheath sliding on her side across the floor. This time, I would not hesitate.
As she struck the wall, I struck her, delivering a kick to her chin, snapping the perfect face back. I raised a hand high over her, and powered up. She was groaning, disoriented, as I generated an energy ball and simply dropped it on her. Now she was the one who shook and screamed like she was being electrocuted. Those long legs, with their thick, conditioned Olympian muscles, shook and stiffened. Her fingers curled and her arms were pulled up tightly against her breasts. Her eyes were squeezed shut and I bathed in her screaming.
After shocks were still flickering in her lean, defined body as I grabbed the hair on top of her head and pulled her up to her knees. True, the radiation didn’t seem to sicken or wear her down, but the sheer force of my energy blasts jangled her nervous system enough to put me in the dominant position.
That hair was thick and blond. It was straight and poured down almost to her waist. It was the perfect handhold as doubled it up and twisted it in my fist, yanking her head back. Pulling human women by the hair had grown to be a favorite pastime of mine, and Gold was a great one for that.
Her eyes half-closed, she moaned as I shook and yanked her head back. I cocked my right hand back, forming into a hard, tight chop and delivered it to her exposed throat. The strangled chirp gurgled out as Gold clutched her throat and toppled over. She lay on her back, hands nursing her battered throat.
I grabbed the hair again, made a fist, and crashed it into her right temple. She collapsed again. This time I grabbed the hair in the back of her head, this time lifting her to her knees from behind, her head tilted down. This time I drove my fist into the base of her skull and released an energy burst into her spine.
She sprawled face-down, spread-eagle, still so beautiful.
“You’re going to teach me now, Gold,” I informed her. I took hold of her and rolled her over. Her drowsy eyes met mine. There was still some defiance in there, but she knew that she was mine. She swallowed hard as I jolted her with another blast.
I was still conscious. Every muscle stung, and I had given up on trying
to actually move against him, but I was still awake. I felt a big, strong
hand grip my booted right ankle like a vice. His footfalls echoed through
the old lighthouse as I felt myself being pulled effortlessly across the
marble of this man’s home.
My costume is slick, like a wet metallic second skin, and allowed him
to move me easily across the floor. My arms were limp and dragged the floor
along with my long, blond hair, as he dragged me through one room after another.
It was all so easy, and I was captured so easily, and I walked into this
trap so easily, that I almost felt as though I deserved this beating. The
man dragging me down the hallway like an object, my long hair dragging the
floor, my arms spread up above my head, seemed almost scripted.
I asked for it.
I’d gone to this seaside town, following the powerful magical pulses
that were pouring out into the atmosphere. It meant that there was some sort
of powerful magic user at work. It had troubled my sleep, and rippled up
my spine so much that the old man who served as my mentor told me to take
some time, follow the threads, and see what was what.
“Just be careful, Golden One.”
So I ended up there. I ended up walking along the beach in my black leather boots, brown tights, my form-fitting wool sweater, and my hand-woven scarf. I let the wind blow my undone blond hair. It was dusk and I was letting myself drift closer to the signal and trying not to look like a magic-endowed superheroine.
When I got her into my dinning room, I dropped the leg that I’d used to drag her and knelt to scoop her up. I slipped one hand between her muscular thighs, fitting my palm tightly around her peach ass. I fit my other hand under right arm and I lifted her into the air. I held the woman high over my head for a moment, just enjoying the blond hair hanging down and the limp limbs. I loved the idea, the feeling, that the muscles that had battled me ferociously were now nothing but limp curvy dead weight.
Then, I slammed her down on the long dinning room table. Gold was on the dinning room table on her back. Her arms were flung wide, and her legs were spread.
“Now you will teach me.”
When he met me on the beach, and talked to me with his hands shoved in his pockets, with his stubble, with his smile, I could tel lthat the man wanted something more than a chat with a stranger. When his psychic veil fell, and I realized that the magical pulse was all around him, I knew that I would be taking up his offer to visit the lighthouse. I would do it as Gold.
I grabbed her thighs and thrust them even wider apart. The muscles were powerful and thick, and I squeezed them hard, digging in my fingers. I could see the thick lips of her sex in the golden second skin.
“Your vagina. I like your vagina. I’m going to take a closer look at this.”
So, I went there, as Gold. I found the source of the magic impulse, and it was a trap, and I battled him, and I lost. He dragged me, tossed me on his table, and began exploring me.
He roughly dug two fingers into me. I clenched my teeth and moaned.
“This is the vagina, right?” I asked Gold. I enjoyed the wet, slippery feeling of this human female part. She gathered some breath and answered me, her eyes still staring at the ceiling with a sort of emptiness.
“Don’t you know?”
I suspect human males would take some shame in knowing so little of human females, but I don’t know of such things. I was there to learn.
“I’m learning, Gold. I’ve done a fair amount of research on humans and human magic users, and now I’m on to sexuality.”
She sucked air through her teeth as I sank the fingers into her vagina. It was moist, and the gooey wetness clung to the two big outer lips–the labia majora–as I spread them apart. A tangy, pungent sweetness rose from Gold’s vagina and looked closely at what my captive had between her legs.
“I like the way you smell. I like that scent. Do all human women have that nice scent?”
Her eyes were squinted and she was clenching her teeth. Herlips were curled back.
“What are you? You aren’t human.”
“No, I’m not.” I recognized what I knew to be the clitoris. I pressed it with my thumb and watched as her head tilted back and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her arms came up as if grasping at something, her golden fingers curling.
“Yes, I thought you’d react that way,” I said.
“What do you want?”
He was fiddling with me; he was playing with my sex just to see how I reacted. He was doing some sort of clumsy experiment. I have a big sensitive clit, and I felt a powerful tingle roll through my body. I wanted to fight it, but my legs shook and I groaned. I felt my eyes widen.
I took my hand away from her vagina and opened my jeans. I let the human cock just fall out, and I stood there enjoying the feeling of having a big human member hanging from my body. I still got excited about having that thing. Playing with it was joy, let alone using it on a woman.
“I haven’t done the thing of merging my body with a woman’s…you’ll teach me about this.”
I think I said, “No.” I think I said that I wasn’t going to do anything for this freak.
He was deadpan and matter-of-fact.
“You’ll work with me,” I told her. The human blood was rushing, and my human tool was stiff and hard now. I looked at the long, strong beaten body of Gold, and I felt myself getting harder and harder. The big, wide head got wider and bigger. The veins stood out, and I saw her eyes fall on my swelling penis.
He was huge. I’d seen big cocks. I’d had them used on me before,
and I had an idea of what was in store. He would fuck me. I knew that he
would not be as skilled, but that huge meat tool of his would finish me off
and leave me overwhelmed. I braced my helpless body.
I put my fingers back down to her pussy lips and opened her up. I looked at the gushing woman space, and I jammed it into her.
I couldn’t scream. My eyed widened like saucers, and my lips parted
as if to make words, or scream or something, but no sound came out. The pain
and ecstasy trapped it deep in me. I felt my long legs twitch and flex. I
felt my arms jerk and flail. I couldn’t scream.
The action was slick and smooth and hard as he drove with his hips and
my captive pussy inviting him, betraying me by getting wetter and wetter
for his big prop. The more my body tossed and flailed, the more vigorous
he became.
I didn’t have the words to describe it. Images and smells flashed through the sensory organs I’d adopted with this human body that I’d taken over. Sensations, feelings, heat…all of these new pieces of human female consciousness flooded into me. I could feel her breasts against my chest and I could pick of images and feelings flowing from her. This was new.
“Very different from what I understand. Want to understand more of what human women are. Fascinating.”
The man pulled out. He pulled out slowly, with almost as much power as he used going into me. My body went limp and a last guttural cry escaped. I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes going dim, my body racked by wet, sexy after shocks. We both knew that my pussy was convulsing for him. We both knew that he had mastered me.
“Did this give you pleasure?” he asked.
I moaned again as another tremor rode up from my tortured
snatch.
I took hold of her shoulders and rolled her over. Her body was limp, her head lazily swaying and her blond hair tumbling as I turned the woman over. I cupped the firm cheeks of her backside and spread them Her voice was practically a whisper below the blond mess.
“You’re…going…” Panting. “Fuck me in the ass, huh?”
“Would that give you pleasure?” I asked. I needed to understand this part of it. Still there was no answer. I held her ass open and guided my stiff human too to Gold’s anus.
“Tell me if this gives you pleasure.”
Gold’s body stiffened and her fingers clawed at the table. She was still too weak to resist, but her body reacted to me as I moved slowly up into her ass. Her body arched, her big breasts thrust forward and it seemed like she was pushing her ass more towards me.
“You love this,” I said.
“Uhhhhhgggg…..”
“What are you feeling?”
I felt myself biting my lower lip as the massive tool took me up the ass.
The tremors had started again, waves coming up from my ass. Soon, again,
I was screaming for him as he pumped his big dick up my ass. I was growing
weaker. He was ass fucking Gold.
I took hold of her firm, solid hips and drove. I closed my eyes to feel the tightness around my human member. I pulled back and drove myself into it, heat and tightness in a tall, blond woman’s asshole. Heat and tightness that made my whole body tingle and sent her screams bouncing off the lighthouse walls.
There was pain at first, intense, biting pain as he stretched my asshole
out, penetrating me, diving into me. I was unprepared for the amount of pain,
for the intense, thick pounding. Images and feelings of villains who’d
fucked me up the ass after capturing me moved in a blinding flash through
my head. There was Piston Thorne, who slapped my thighs and told me how
‘sweet’ my asshole was. There was Rakshasa who sprouted an extra
cock so that he could do both my asshole and my pussy at once. The Skeleton
Crew neutralized my powers, beat me, bent me over and took turns…all
six of them…with my asshole.
When this man, with his experiment, fucked me there, you would have thought
that I was an asshole virgin. Even after the initial burning and tearing,
even after he struck up a rhythm in my asshole, I screamed.
I finally had to clench down, and squeeze and thrust one final time as my human body spasmed and a torrent of human semen poured out, poured into Gold. I slowly withdrew leaving the tall woman sprawled face-down on the table.
“That gave me pleasure. Did that give you pleasure?” I asked. She only panted and moaned.
“You aren’t telling me what I need to know.”
I decided that I was experiencing human frustration. I rolled her back over. I slid one hand between her thighs and one around her waist, scooped her up, and carried her over my shoulder in to the next room.
I strung Gold up. I used this pink cord that I found, and I used a photograph that I’d found, and I strung Gold up. The photo was of a tall, blond woman, tied up. It gave me pleasure, so I used it to model my captivity of the heroine. I pulled the cord up between the lips of her vagina, yanking it up tightly. I crisscrossed the rope around that long, lean body, surrounding her breasts and crisscrossing the cord tightly around her curves. I bound her wrists tightly and strung the woman up by them, hanging hr from the ceiling. I liked her hips and her feminine waist, so I wrapped tight layers around her there. I pulled the rope up, tighter and deeper, wedging it up into her vagina and between her firm ass cheeks. I tightened the waist ropes and tightened the crotch rope and watched as it squeezed my cum and her juices out of her ass and vagina. The mixture of semen and pussy juice dribbled out of her and ran down her muscular, shapely legs. It splattered on her high-heeled boots.
I ball-gagged her.
“You will teach me,” I said.
He left me there for about an hour. I hung, swayed, my heels just off
the stone floor. I was washed in weakness from head to toe, and the best
I could do was just hang there. I waited, my mouth stretched open and wide
around the ball gag.
Every nerve still burned from his power surge attacks, and my whole body
seemed to still shudder and tingle from the fucking he’d given me. I
swayed in the darkness and waited.
When he returned, my captor had a new plan. My eyes met his and he spoke
matter-of-factly.
“I entered this human male body to learn from it. I will learn from you in the same way,” he said.
He removed my gag. He clutched my breasts and a new energy shot through me.
I screamed. Something snapped, I don’t know, but something in me opened up, and I was able to release a deafening howl. My fingers curled like claws and my eyes closed tightly. I could feel his consciousness, whatever that mean for this alien or whatever he was, probing around inside me. It was like it was projecting from that massive cock and filling every corner of who I was.
I found words.
“You’re entering me.”
It wasn’t his semen. It was something more… entering me. I saw
a barrage of images– a trip through space, a deep sleep somewhere in
the center of the Earth, a trip to the surface, and the inhabiting of this
man’s body. I felt his need to learn.
I could hear his voice in my head, then I could feel him in my head. As
much as his semen was in my ass and cunt, his consciousness was loaded in
my brain. I knew that he could simultaneously enter and control as many humans
as he wanted. There was no doubt, also, that my physical body was under his
complete control.
She hung in her pink ropes and waited until I had my human male untie her, releasing her limbs and slowly pulling the gooey length of cord from between her swollen labia. When her arms came down and she settled on to the high heels of her boots, she stood and placidly, looking him in the eye.
There was an image that kept flashing through her head. I wanted her to see herself like this so that she would understand the nature of our relationship. I created an image of her, Gold, in her full golden body-sheath costume, with her hair swept to one side and down over her right shoulder. I took that woman, that six-foot tall blond, with her big round breasts and strapped her into what resembled an dentists chair.
She felt a thick leather strap across her forehead. It pinned her head down to the chair’s cushion. Another was across her throat, not enough to choke her, but enough to keep that gorgeous blond head in place. One was below her breasts. She could feel the tightness and pressure of it thrusting them up. Another was around the narrow waist. Another was tight across the thick, sculpted muscles of her thighs. It pinned them together and held them fast to the dentist’s chair. Another gripped down on her knees, and another across her booted ankles.
Two held her wrists down by her sides.
In her mind’s eye I loomed over her asking her questions.
In the real world of the lighthouse I sent her hands allover her strong curvaceous body so that I could feel what she felt. Breasts. Tight abdominal muscles. Firm, tight, round buttocks. Long, long legs.
“You are taller than most human women,” I said. My captive tried to mask the truth, but I could feel that she got pleasure, some affirmation, from touching herself. It was natural, it seemed, that I guided her long fingers down between her thighs. It was hot, and it still drooled sperm and womanly juices.
I sank two fingers up into her.
“Very nice.”
In her imaginary chair, she moaned and her nipples grew hard. In the lighthouse, she bent her knees, crouching a little as I guided her fingers into the pink sex. She pumped…I made her pump…and bore down, driving her hips to meet her wet fingers. I was about to slide her hand up to meet her hard, little bud when I came to understand why the woman had been screaming.
I hadn’t felt anything like it since I’d fallen to Earth. This was different, so very different from the male version. In her chair, the helpless Gold was screaming, while in the real world of my lighthouse she was sliding to the floor. Her muscles were trembling and I was reveling in every moment.
She ended up on her knees, with me trying to focus.
“So this is what you do, eh? This is how you feel.”
I brought the slick fingers up to her face and slid them into her moist mouth.
Now the fingers pumped there as she sucked her hand clean of the residue
of sex.
Something slipped from her captive mind. She flushed with anger that I heard it, and I beamed.
“In your mouth, is it?”
I made her crawl to the male that I possessed. I made her undo his pants and pull out the massive stiff tool.
Though I was bound to an imaginary chair in an imaginary room, I felt
my mouth stretch wide open. Wide. I could feel the bell tip and the thick
shaft filling me right down to the back of my throat. My new master got my
head going back and forth, and taught an alien how a woman gives
head.
I stood Gold up on the balcony of the lighthouse as the sun was rising. I watched as the sunlight glinted off her costume. It was a new day.
“I can fly now,” I said aloud. “And if I touch someone, I can live in them also.”
She struggled in her chair as I stretched out her arms to greet the morning. The names and faces of one super-powered woman after another ran through my head. I would find them, and I would live in them.
I made her leapt from the balcony, and Gold flew.