GOLD
Fetish
Written by Mr. K
GOLD: The Fetish IV
I always loved the carry scenes. These were the scenes in which the heroine,
knocked out and helpless is scooped up and carried by the victorious villain.
I always liked the over-the-shoulder type. That way, her hair could hang
down and her arms could swing with the movement of her captor.
I was still shaken up as I took Gold. I slid my arm between her legs, cupping
my hand under her perfect, round ass. I took hold of her right arm. There
was still the warm, slickness of her costume and the sweet smell of her hair
as I lifted her up and slung her over my shoulder.
I felt the large, soft, womanly breasts press into my back. Her arms and
hair hung down, swaying, brushing against me. And those legs. Long golden
legs with big thighs and high-heeled boots swayed as I carried
Gold.
Finally, in the room, with its padded floor and walls, I dumped Gold down.
She was in a spread-eagle for a moment, then I kicked her on to her belly.
The moist mess of blond was wrapped around her head, across her face. I think
I heard a slight sigh.
As I pulled her limbs in against her body and bound her again, I pondered
this Tracy woman, the woman who becomes Gold. Mici had done her research
with another super-powered woman named Vixen. Vixen was a scientist whod
made it her business to enhance her own and other peoples bodies, all
in the name of killing superheroines. Shed captured Gold, interrogated
her under drugs, video taped it and produced the information we were using.
In fact, she had a whole collection of
videos.
Shes been captured a number of times, Mici told me one
night. She was picking a tape from among a collection.
See, kiddo, youre an amateur. Theres a whole underground
fetish community out there that gets off on the same thing. When they can,
they make videos and pass them around. This first one was made by some
organization. Watch.
She slid in one labeled GOLD 12. There was a click, snow, then a vivid image
blossomed on the screen. There she was. There was Gold, sitting on a concrete
floor, slumped against a concrete wall. One leg was propped up, knee in the
air. The other was straight out in front of her. Her arms were limp at her
side. Her head sagged to one side. It was clear that she was awake, but her
eyes looked vacant.
A male voice came from off screen.
Ok ... so ... weve got Gold here. Laughter. Weve
got Gold. We put together a pretty good ambush, gassed her and shot her with
our energy weapons. See, ya gotta hit Gold with a couple of different
things as once.
A naked man stooped into the picture. For a moment, his muscular back filled
up the screen, then he settled into a crouch in front of the helpless heroine.
I went stiff as he pressed his face to her right breast and began to suck
her nipple. His moved his head in slow motion, and she slowly opened her
mouth in a silent moan.
His thick hands came up, squeezing deeply into the soft, golden roundness
of her breasts. One leg trembled, but Gold remained below him,
helpless.
After a moment more of sucking her breasts, the erection festooned man stood.
His hand dropped back into the camera, grabbed a mess of blond hair, and
lifted the woman up as if she was weightless.
There was snow.
The next scene cut in, and Gold was active and moving, but still helpless.
The man a was sitting on a sofa, his gigantic stiff tool disappearing up
between her thighs. Voices were cheering and goading from hidden corners
as the heroine rode him. Long, muscular legs pumped as she slid up and down
up and down on his erection. She let out throaty gasps and moans.
Another naked man entered the scene. He aimed a massive erection at her
face.
Suck my cock, Gold.
There was no hesitation. The golden one opened her mouth, took hold of his
huge member and joined herself to it in a slow, wet oral fuck. Her pace quickened
as the man below her reached up an took hold of her breasts. Something in
her must have been protesting, but you couldnt tell from looking. We
watched for a few minutes more, until they came in her mouth and up her pussy
- spunk gushed in inhuman qualities - then we moved
on.
Starting to get the picture? my sister smiled.
There was another labeled VIXEN. My Mici perked up for this
one.
This woman gave me great info. Watch and listen.
This one came in clear. Again, a defeated heroine was in the center of the
screen. She was chained to a wooden chair. She wore a thick pad-locked collar
that was joined to a web of chains. She was drugged, helpless, and being
interrogated. She was spilling her beans.
While Gold was my prisoner, I thought about the vacant mumbling woman tied
up on the VIXEN video.
My name is Tracy Hammond. I use a magical power source from a coven
of Norse witches to become the heroine called Gold.
I remember the chains running in an X between her big, round, golden
breasts.
Tell us more, said Vixens voice from off-camera. Explain
how I enslaved you.
You captured me because the harmonics surge from your machine scrambled
my nerves. You then drugged me. The drugs have made me your slave. You found
my weakness.
Then another tape.
A huge man in a black-and-white body suit was beating her mercilessly in
what looked like a warehouse. There was Golds throaty, guttural yelp
of pain, the blur of a flat-handed chop descending into the side of her neck
from behind, the gleam of her golden body dropping to her
knees.
You getting this? he smiled at the camera. Keep that magic
wand thing going while I kick her ass.
He grabbed hold of her throat and squeezed.
At the end of the day I understood. Multiple attacks. Nervous system
attacks.
On the day that we recaptured Gold, Mici entered the room, brushed me aside
and held the wand next to Golds head.
Before you ask again, its a harmonics wand. Vixen and I worked
this out . Remember the whole harmonics thing? If Golds nervous system
is scrambled, her access to the powers is shut down. It makes her helpless
and knocks her out. Another level brings her around, but keeps her
scrambled.
The whole time we spoke, Gold was stretched out, face-down on the floor.
Leather straps pinned her legs together and held her arms to her sides. Her
face was hidden in hair and defeat.
My sister activated her toy. The wand whined and glowed, and Gold slowly
began to move. It was minutes before she could even moan with any strength.
In that time, Mici stood back, letting me feel Golds ass, legs, thighs.
I fingered the crease of her ass and pressed my fingers between those captured
legs so that I could run my fingers over her vulva. With her golden gloss
depowered, it brought the same joy as feeling a naked woman.
Perfect tight ass. She squirmed as I worked my finger in the slick cleft
between those tight, round buttocks. She shuddered and squirmed as I pressed
my thumb against her pussy.
What ... next ? she was able to hiss through those sensuous full
lips.
This, bitch! Mici snapped as she grabbed a handful of blond and
pulled Gold to her feet. Play time was over for me; it was Micis turn
to work out her issues.
My sisters face was a mask grim with all of those years of anger and
frustration. She closed a hand around the golden ones throat, and again
the heroine was suffocating. I saw Micis nipples go hard in the leather.
The harder it was for Gold to breathe, the deeper my sister panted, the harder
her nipples got.
Golds full lips trembled, and her skin went flushed. Her weakened limbs
strained to assist her, but the leather straps held her in place. Her breasts
trembled as her body shuddered.
Yes....!
She hauled back and struck Gold full in the face with an open palm. The blond
painfully absorbed it, cringing. The next was a fist that dug into her middle
section, driving out her air. Mici let her fall. She scrambled, undoing the
leather straps so that she could really enjoy beating Gold.
How does it feel?
Kick.
Youre just a two-dimensional bitch. No more
heroine!
Kick.
Youre just a panel in one of my brothers
comics.
Gold groaned and moved to protect her ribs, but the evening had left her
helpless. An average woman off the street could probably have done better.
She curled like a child, trying to cover as the heavy black boots crashed
into her. And crashed into her. And crashed into her.
I was hard and sweating. I was watching the darkness rise in Mici now. She
was kicking and kicking, her eye looking more and more vacant. Her darkness
was rising.
As I watched, something became ...
wrong.
Kick.
Im going to fuck you, Tracy. How does that
sound?
She pulled Gold up from the floor, blond hair flailing.
Something was still wrong as she grabbed Gold under the arms, flung her face
down on the table, and spread the big legs of the heroine. Mici quickly undid
her own leather pants and ran her fingers over the thicket between her
thighs.
Mici....
Something was wrong as I watched her put on the huge strap-on that was on
the table. Her hands worked with urgency as she secured the big, fake cock
to her crotch.
Mi, remember the plan. Rakshasa wanted....
For the first time, my sister smiled.
Dont worry, the plan is still fine.
With that, she took hold of the muscular womans buttocks, spread them,
and slowly began to enter her arsehold. If that costume had been at full
power, bullets couldnt have penetrated it. With her so scrambled, a
dildo was enough.
I watched her face as she was violated. Her eyes widened, her lips trembled.
Weak hands clawed at the table top.
Inch, after inch, after inch entered her firm, ripe backside, moving her
in this painful undulation. Golds long body had, again found a ruler.
The big leg muscles twitched, and tried to move her, but Gold was
finished.
I walked up, wrapped my cock in the thick, blond mane, and for the last time
masturbated in Golds hair.
Feel better, little brother? You finally had your heroine.