GOLD
Fetish
Written by Mr. K
GOLD:The Fetish III
She spat water, coughing it up from her tortured lungs. She coughed over
and over. She panted. She gasped for air, her breasts heaving.
Thats right, Gold. Air. I revived you. You know, Im finding
timing is everything in this villain biz. I timed your capture just right.
I waited until I figured your lungs had just started to take you to
unconsciousnes, and I brought you back from deaths door to play with
you some more. It was great watching you drown ... or almost drown, I guess.
And now you look so sexy with your blond hair slicked back ... that wet look
to your costume.
There was no way she could follow her impulse to reach up and wipe water
from her face; I had her arms pinned to her sides with heavy, black chains.
The same steel cut sharply against the thick, shapely muscles of her calves
and thighs. She slowly squirmed in those chains, groaned, and rocked her
head from side to side.
You have ... more ... comic book panels ... for me? she gasped.
Yes.
From heroine ... comics?
Yes. I was hard again.
Those women ... you liked them .... as a boy?
I was nodding, so aroused I could barely speak.
She continued speaking around her lack of air, her exhaustion. You
like ... chained women ...
And with the power that Rak...
Golds eyes seemed to light up as I began to say his name.
Youre one ... of his minions? You dont need to ...
Her head sank back. She was still weak.
You can tell him that I ... surrender. To ... save ... the others.
I surrender. He doesnt. ... doesnt need to beat me this
way.
He knows. He wants me to play with you, and make you suffer before
he takes you.
So ... he gets another woman. He collects us. Were his women.
Tell me ... She looked at me as her gasping slowed. Ever had
one of your own?
This time the rage was black and red in my head. I heard myself screaming
like a child gone mad and I leapt up to her face, straddled her, and used
my right hand to cram my hardness between those moist, full lips while my
left held her head in place. I took her off-guard. The strain in her eyes
as her mouth widened to accept my girth was precious.
Ever had one of these!?! I screamed.
I shoved my cock into her mouth. I was in the back of her throat, lost in
the pleasure of how hot and endless her mouth seemed to be. She was gagging
and I was drifting in the suffocating heat of the heroines mouth.
Ever had one of these, you bitch!?! Ever had one of these? Tracy, right?
Your real name is Tracy? Ever had one, Tracy?
I spent the next moments congratulating myself : my cock was invading her
heroine mouth.
Im not sure how long I held her like that, but she was groggy as I
pulled out of her mouth. A trail of semen stretched from my organ to her
face.
Ok, smart-assed bitch, I have another one for you.
I grabbed that wet hair, and dragged her down the hall. Long legs ... those
long legs ... worked in a sluggishly frantic way. She was trying to stand,
but all she did was stir me.
Golds hair was warm and wet between my fingers. I was stirred again.
Which ... ones? she asked feebly as I dragged her.
Which ones what?
Which heroine ... comics did you like? Still, her voice was so
calm. Tension rose in my throat. I didnt want to answer.
Let me guess. Sable Avenger was one, right? she continued.
I never let go of her hair. Never. But I stopped in my tracks, deep tension
gripping me. My toy was prying into my innerlife.
How did you know?
Her eyes met mine in a cool give-and-take.
The way you have me chained. Its from the cover of a Sable Avenger
comic. I remember the way the chains were wrapped around her. This must have
been in your brain.
My mind went back to the image of the curvacious black woman in her green
costume body suit. Yes. She was embraced by chains, and being dragged by
her thick , dark hair. It must have been nine-teen-seventy-something.
And you probably liked Europa. She was a big blond like me.
Then it dawned on me.
Youre playing mind games. Youre trying to get me to see
you as something more than my toy.
Trying to get to know you. Thats all. Im interested as
to why Rakshasa picks who he picks.
I let her drop on the floor. There was not a sound as I took the ball gag
from my pocket, and fastened it between those full lips of hers. She calmly
accepted the gag.
Those were my women. Do you remember Europas fight with
Grave?
I used the power, scanning her brain. Yes. She knew the comic book. She
remembered the cover: The big-breasted heroine in her blue skin suit, bound
in chains, her face a mask of pain and fear, in a coffin in an open grave.
The victorious villain Grave loomed over the helpless Swedish heroine, ready
to close the lid. BURIED ALIVE was scrawled on the cover.
Youe going to bury me alive, I heard her think. Memories came
swimming back to her, and her fear made me hard.
Youve been buried alive before, havent you Gold?
I used the power. I pushed my fingers into the wet hair and breathed in deeply.
I grew hard again as a I felt Golds recollection and fear well up.
You have. The villain was called Snakehead.
I saw a muscular, powerfully-built Asian man in a hooded reptile skin. He
weilded darts on long cords and chains.
Yes ... he was hired by the triads to kill you, wasnt he. You
and some other heroines.
I saw the image of Gold kneeling over Lone Stars curvacious fallen
form. She slowly rolled the blue-clad heroine over to see two darts lodged
in her big breasts. Distracted, she did not hear the stealthy Snakehead alighting
on the roof behind her.
He fired an energy at you, but ...
I saw Gold dodging two powerful red beams. She dove, rolled, and the fight
was on. They traded beams back and forth, traded blows back and forth.
You fought well, Gold, until...
Later I would draw a series of comic panels that celebrated Snakeheads
defeat of Gold. She took his beams right in the eyes, screaming, her hands
to her face. I drew her body arched back, big breasts trusted up and forward,
hair in a wild, flailing web.
You were weak, and he beat you mercilessly. He beat you from one room
to the next in that cheap motel. He kicked you over and over. Spin kicks.
Axe kicks. You thought he was going to twist your breasts right off of your
body. You thought he was going to drown you when he shoved your head in that
toilet. No ... not the toilet. Mmmmm ... He reared you back and slammed your
head down so hard that the toilet shattered. It was when he strangled you
with your head submerged in a full tub that you thought it was time to
die.
The next scenes were of Snakehead taking flight, one fist wrapped around
Golds thick mane of hair.
He took you to the mountains miles and miles away. I can feel how cold
it was that night. When you awoke it was pitch dark and the wind was howling.
He had ...
I was so excited that I could barely breathe.
He had wet cement. He boxed you up, put you in a shallow grave, and
filled it with cement.
I smiled at her.
Now you get to meet the grave again.
It was another simple trap. A room. A dirt floor. A six-foot-deep grave.
A special coffin at the bottom. Gold didnt make a sound, as I lifted
her curvy, athletic body, dropped her into the box the bottom of the pit,
and laughed as the force of her hitting bottom slammed the lid shut.
With a frantic display of anger, I grabbed the shovel and buried Gold alive.
Dirt hit the wooden lid with wet slapping sounds, sending tremors.
As I packed the soil down, I thought about those words. She knew. I knew.
I hadnt had a real woman. They had drifted in and out of my life, but
only those multicolored panels with their bound women in spandex stayed.
They were my women. I packed that sand hard with the flat of my shovel.
I went into the next room, sweat trailing down my face. I went to see Mici.
She stood as tall as Gold, and was just as powerfully beautiful in her build.
Her breasts were as large, and stretched the leather of her body suit. Her
thighs were big in fishnet stockings, and her calves were perfect curves
in leather boots. She was a red head.
She was Mici, my sister.
My fantasy world had to include her. She was the scientist who figured out
so much of this. She was the warrior in the family.
Wheres Gold? she asked.
The grave.
Get her out soon. I need to fight her as soon as possible.
She was stretching and shadow boxing. This was my sisters thing. When
we bought those comics as kids, she built her own fantasies. Hunching her
tall frame next to me as we read, she dove into the pages with me.
I want to do that, she pointed to a panel of Europa being beaten
by a tall, sexy villainess. I want to beat a super woman like
that.
Mici had a lot of anger.
In those days of comic books and freedom summers, she was already a head
above and two grades beyond the other kids our age. A mind that moved like
a force of nature and a body that was that of a woman before the end of Middle
School, she was more the subject of ridicule than admiration.
She was angry most of the time.
She was also the real deal. She had battled one superheroine,
already. I watched, one night, while she lured and attacked Neutron. Her
science blinded the redhead -gas and a sonic weapon of her own design - and
her muscle made it a delicious fight. I sat on a rooftop, watched, and
masturbated as Mici mounted the prone redhead and wrapped her hands around
the throat, and squeezed.
Now she towered over me, stern faced as she prepared.
Bring me Gold. Start digging her up now. Shell be close to death
by the time you get her out of the pit.
I didnt feel as though I could say no. Something that had always answered
to her pushed me to walk back to the burial room.
GOLD:The Fetish IIIb
My arms were sore by the time I pulled the lid from the coffin. Worn
through with weariness, I still felt myself go hard when the dirt slid away,
the lid opened, and I saw her face. Eyes closed, hair coiled in a mess, she
was a sculpture of death and beauty.
Look at you, I smiled. Her lips were parted slightly and cum
still stained her.
How long have you been in there, Gold? I mused. That claw of
fear that twists your guts in a knot, runs cold down your spine, and makes
you small and helpless grabbed me a second later.
Long enough, she said.
A calm, smooth voice. Big, blue eyes wide open. Her palm opening to my face.
Gold, when her powers are at full, can generate a blast of pure mystical
energy. It can do anything from stun you and hold you in place, to start
fires and kill. She chose not to kill me that day. I guess she just wanted
me to see that the drug had worn off, and that she was up and ready to fight
again.
I flew back, my faced twisted in pain. I flew. I screamed. I hit the wall
and crumbled in a heap. I looked up, my eyes welling with tears, to see the
tall womans long legs striding towards me. The fear was hot, and I
scrambled left, only to be scooped up from the ground and held aloft by
her.
Games over, she said.
I simpered, grasping at her wrist.
No... It was all caving in. In the twinkling of an eye, I was
now losing. I was the little boy again. My slave saw me cry.
Youre going to ....
She never finished scolding me. I watched as her eyes grew wide and her body
tensed in a deep, ripping earthquake of spasming muscles. She lost her grip
on me and surrended to a sudden torrent of darting violet energy. Fingers
of light shot around her, arched through her hair and penetrated her golden
skin. She didnt scream. She just fell in a heap.
I looked up to see my sister standing in the doorway. She held some sort
of wand, and wore a scowl.
What is that? I managed to say.
Just bring the bitch!