GOLD - In the Name of Science

From where I lay, I could see the Gamemaster defeating Alley Cat. I was hog-tied, drugged, and useless to her as the steroid-ridden once-a-human lifted her up by her thick blond curls and flung her against the marble wall. Just as I had only moments before, Alley Cat moaned and slid to the floor.
Vixen straddled my prone, bound body the whole time, holding my head up by the hair, and taunted me. They had used some sort of reinforced cord to wrap my wrists together and pin them to my captured ankles. They had ball-gagged me. Vixen had also continued the conquest of Gold by injecting me with some of her powerful animal tranquilizers. I could feel the places on my butt and thighs where she’d injected me about six times.
She’d done her homework, Vixen had. She knew that if my nervous system was jangled, my superpower access would be cut off. Now all I could do was watch her plan unfold. With one hand around my throat and another in my blond hair, she wrenched my head back and made sure I saw her sister sink below and ocean of blows.

“Look, Gold,” she laughed. “Look at how my boy is beating her. He’s destroying her just like he did you.”

Just like when he defeated me, the husky young man struck her over and over again with huge fists.

Backfist. She hit the wall.
Backfist. She went spinning and slammed into the huge double doors.
Backfist. She hit the wall. The was the sound of woman hitting stone.
Uppercut. Her body stretched out and slammed down, a black outline on a white shag carpet. He took a moment to look at her - a heroine on the brink of death. Alley Cat could only lay prone and listen to his breathing as he scanned the long, muscular lines of her body. His eyes fixed on the open oval that her black body suit had just over her cleavage.
Her large breasts were slick with sweat.

“His sex drive is ten times what it is for a normal man,” Vixen laughed. “Don’t fuck her yet, honey !” she yelled to the Gamemaster. “Just beat her for now, okay? You can fuck her later, okay?”

He nodded. He took hold of her throat and lifted her again.

“Just play with her for a bit,” Vixen said sweetly. I could hear the sounds of Alley Cat being beaten as Vixen rolled me over, turning my face away from the spectacle.

“You know our story, right?”

Vixen was straddling my waist now, kneading my breasts and talking casually as her creation beat her sister. She recounted for me how her father was a man ahead of his time, a man who infused cat DNA into one daughter while the other was allowed to develop normally.

“That’s right, I’m the normal one. I’m the family Plain Jane.”

She shook my breasts violently, giving rise to a moan. There was a loud thud, and I looked to my left. Alley Cat was stretched out next to me, her eyes closed, her sensuous mouth in a senseless gape.

“So,” said Vixen, grabbing my chin and turning my face back towards her. “I made up for what daddy didn’t give me my doing work with hormones and steroids. I have all of her powers, her strengths, and more. It’s all better living through chemistry. “

She giggled.

“So, then I took this dear young man, who couldn’t make the cut for his college’s B football team, and turned him into a superman. Isn’t that great? I’m still testing his abilities and you’re going to help.”

Now she was twisting one of my nipples. My costume was tattered from the beating I’d received, exposing my right breast which she eagerly attacked. My costume had be torn like this only a few times before. My battle with Magick a few weeks before had come down to this. Both of us were weak from the magical blasts we had doled out to each other and both of us were dressed in the torn remains of our costumes. She gained the upper hand, flinging me against a headstone in the graveyard that was our battlefield. I slipped down, ending up in a seated position. My breasts were totally exposed, my crotch and left thigh were exposed, my head was swimming. Just like Vixen had when she captured me, Magick took a moment to admire my body and toy with it.

“You have long, muscular limbs. Nice limbs. Firm, shapely torso. Oh, such nice nipples. They’re bigger that half dollars. And what nice thick pussy lips you have.”

Her fingers began to glow.

“I think I’ll have you.”

Magick finger fucked me that night. She made me pass out and left me half-naked and beaten in the moist grass. Vixen wasn’t going to just play games with me.

“You’ll both help me test him,” she said as she viciously chained her sister. Alley Cat supple, muscular body was pinned into a tight pose, lengths of metal biting in against the fullness of her thighs, arms and large, round breasts.

“You’ll both help.”

As she dragged me off, I got the big hint that this was a trap and we were in a spot of trouble. The young man that we’d come to help would be instrument of our destruction.

LIVE ACTION VIDEO

I watched. I watched on five giant color screens. I listened in stereo.

I had stopped trying to break the neck, waist, wrist and ankle cuffs that held me in my chair. I had stopped trying to gain control of my powers. All I could do was sit in the chair, in the dark room, with the screens, and watch and listen.
Up on the screens, shot from different angles, was Alley Cat being penetrated by the Gamemaster. Her costume was intact, save for a ragged hole over her crotch. That was all he needed. With my head locked in an brace, I watch the slow, juicy action of his massive prick in her sopping cunt. She was sitting atop him, backwards and seemed to be riding of her own volition. She gasped and moaned and rode with deep motions of her full hips as gripped her waist and enjoyed from below. Still a superheroine, still in her black, wet-look costume, Alley Cat had become nothing but a part of Vixen’s latest test.

“I’m checking into his fertility,” Vixen said, strutting in front of me in her zebra-stripe body suit. “The idea is simple. I want to know if his semen is as survivable and powerful as I think.”

As she said that, he began to gush. He must have come like a storm because what seemed to be gallons poured out of Alley Cat.

“I’m going to try the test with both of you. Just like with Alley, I’m first going to bend your will to want it. My behavior tests show me that the same technology I’m currently using to suppress the powers in you can break down your sexual inhibitions as well. You’ll be a fuck toy pretty soon. Don’t worry , this will only hurt a bit.”

She flicked a switch.

I could hear myself screaming.


THE ART OF SEDUCTION

There was a time when I teamed up with Scorpio and fought Incubus and Succubus. That was when I learned what a killer sex could be. I remember Succubus trying to seduce Scorpio. The raven-haired, red-clad Scorpio threw it back in her face, using her own sexual energies to defuse the attack. They struggled this way, coming closer and closer until the two women ended up on the floor. Both attempted to capture with leg pins and holds. Both ended up in a grinding sex fight, rubbing their crotches together in an effort to overcome the other one. They fit their legs together so that their wet mounds touched began a grinding war to seduce one another. This wasn’t Scorpio’s usual way, but she had to adapt to Succubus’ powers.
For the brief moment that I watched, I left myself open. Two powerful hands slammed me to the ground face-first, forced my legs apart. I delighted in what followed. A huge cock entered me.
Incubus.
I struggled to keep him from seducing me, fighting him off. I rolled over and mustered my magic blasts. He was invisible and in charge of the fight. I drove him back with my powers, but he was suddenly in me again.

“Like that?” he asked.

I answered with a another blast.

My legs were forced up over my head and, as I heard Scorpio surrender to Succubus with an orgasmic scream, I felt him enter me again. This time, he did it. I broke.

“Yes,” I whispered.

We were both captured that night.

It was like this when Vixen turned off the machine. It was the same word. The same loss of will. She unbound me, took me by the wrist and walked me in to the next room. I dragged my feet and shambled like a zombie. I could feel cool air against my exposed flesh and ripples of pain still ran through my thick muscles.

The other room contained only a wooden chair and a camera on a tripod. It was on.

“Would you like to say anything to the camera?” Vixen asked, pointing a video camera at me. This was how she kept her experiment records.

“Yes,” I whispered. She had given me a statement.


“And what is that?”

Unfettered. Defeated Torn. Sweaty. My mind warped by her drugs and machines, I looked at the camera.

“I am Gold. I have been captured and defeated by Vixen. I have seen the error of resistance. I will give myself to Gamemaster.”

I knew Gamemaster. I knew him as Jerry. I knew him as a sweet kid who couldn’t make the football team of the university at which Vixen did her research. When I went in regular clothes, over several weeks, to the campus to shadow Alley Kat’s sister I met him. He was a spindly kid who flirted with me, this tall, older woman in casual clothes and carrying books. He was gentle and kind .... at first.
My powers allowed me to read his mind, and I smiled at his sexual fantasies about me.
I watched him grow in size and aggression over time. His blushes and timid flirting became overtly sexual. His biceps became huge. His neck became a tree trunk. The steroids flowed through him.
Now he was one of my captors.
Once again, Vixen lead me by the wrist.

“He’s pretty much finished with Alley Kat. She’s full of .... ah, here.”

We turned the corner and entered a barren holding cell. It was a room that Vixen had cleared out for one purpose and one purpose only. In the center was a ratty-looking mattress on which the huge, sweaty, steroid monster rested, panting. Suspended from the ceiling, upside down in the corner, was Alley. Her full, muscular body was tightly bound in lengths of rope and chain. Eyes closed, arms and legs pinned to her body, a gag in her mouth, the black-clad woman swayed gently.

“As I was saying,” Vixen continued. “My sister is just full of come and is well fucked. Isn’t that great?”

My mind was hers. I nodded.

“And what about you, Gold?”

I turned to Gamemaster as he rose. His body glistened and his tool stood straight out. In my right mind, I would have stopped him from living out his fantasies. My mental state on that day forced Vixen’s will through my lips.

“You want to fuck me. You can do it now, Jerry. I’ve lost. I can still read your mind, and I think you should do as you feel. Beat me and fuck me.”

SLAP! A massive, meaty hand snapped across my face. I became a golden missile, sailing into the corner of the room and crumbling into a heap. I offered no resistance as he grabbed my ankle and dragged me back to the mattress. He lifted me high in the air and slammed me down on the mattress.
My long legs are supple and muscular. Gamemaster set me on my side, pressed my right leg up, and jammed his huge cock into me. I was being fucked.
Just like the times when Incubus fucked me, I was helpless and swept up in his power. My cunt was stretched and gushed freely as he took me. Just like when Incubus fucked me, I moaned and screamed like a captive woman.
Over his shoulder, I could see Vixen fixing a strap-on to a harness that she wore. When ready, she walked past us and began lowering Alley Kat.

Between Sisters

I finally passed out. Before that happened, though, I watched as Vixen rolled her sister on her belly and undid her ankles. Keeping Alley Kat’s wrists tied arms bound, Vixen hissed into her ear.

“Remember what a good stiff dick feels like, sis? You always had more of them than I did. Perfect body. Perfect intellect. I’ve had to work for what was just given to you and I still don’t have it. I still inject myself. Still do experiments on myself.”

Gamemaster maneuvered me and draped both of my long golden-clad legs over his massive shoulders. My high heels were in the air.

“If I can’t have your body,” Vixen growled. “I’ll have it.”

The first thrust must have been powerful, using everything Vixen had in those muscular thighs. Alley Kat’s mouth opened in a silent gasp and her eyes rolled back in her head. I linked into her mind, but could read only what was coming from the drugs and manipulation.

“Fuck me hard.”

Alley Kat on her belly.

“Oh ... yes...”

Vixen mounted on her black-clad sister.

“Do this to me.”

Vixen doing her superheroine sister from behind.

“Oh ... God ...”

Zebra-striped Vixen pumping.

“Oh ....”

Helpless Alley Kat shuddering with orgasm.
The waves finally took me and I joined Alley Kat cold, dark defeat.

On/Off Switch

I awoke in a cage. It was a squeeze cage, the type used to contain dangerous animals. Obviously, they’d moved me to a different room after my black-out. It was a cluttered storage space filled with empty cages, boxes, and the like. It smelled of dust and neglect.

A cage.

It had been awhile since I’d been caged by a villain. The second time I confronted The Sculptor, he drugged me and chained me in a cage. He used thick links to wrap around my waist, between my breasts, between my thighs, and around my wrists. I lay on the cage floor and watched as he put the heroine called Pulsar into his new device that was supposed to create “beautiful women”. She stood stock-still in the plastic tube as streams of a quick-hardening goo poured from a funnel above. Her blond hair became matted. Her PVC pink body glove with its black mesh V on the bust became lost in the rush of Sculptor’s Clay.
Sculptor had drugged me both times he captured me, but Vixen didn’t when she left me in the cage. It occurred to me that the power she has used to control me was gone! It had worn off! My strength, once again, ran through me. My muscles felt energized and my powers were back. As if they were made of paper, I tore the steel bars and stood up out of the cage. I would find Vixen, Gamemaster and Kat. I would end this.
I sprinted through the room, shouldered the door down and found myself in her lab.
Viles. Flasks. Lab rats. Burners. It was a full-fledged lab. In the middle, though, was a table on which they’d strapped the Kat. IVs were connected to her and sensors were pasted all over her body.

“No more, Vixen. It’s over, you bitch!” I said.

Gamemaster was fast, but he didn’t catch me off-guard this time. I dodged out of his path and delivered a kick to his knee. I heard the sickening, wet, snap-and-pop of his joint surrendering to my blow. He howled for a second, then I delivered a blow to his temple that dropped him. I turned to move on Vixen. She raised what looked like a pen. There was a mild hum.
I was a slave again.

“Oh, didn’t I explain?” She laughed. “The process I used on you can be shut on or off as I choose. I turned it off, let you escape and recaptured you just now to show you how it works. Guess I didn’t tell you about Gamemaster’s recovery powers either.”

He was getting up and seemed perfectly healed. Looming over me, the Gamemaster huffed and drooled. Again, I spoke as a slave.

“When you first saw me, I was dressed as an average woman. You looked as my firm, muscular legs and butt and thought I was an athlete of some sort. You liked my large breasts. Do what you wanted to,Gamemaster. I have no will to resist.”

He must have spent an hour just feeling me. Fingers ran through my hair. Fingers went into my mouth. Big hands on big breasts, he squeezed, pushed, and lifted my bust. He kneaded my ass and thickly-muscled legs. He rubbed his bare cock against my big thighs until he came on my golden costume.
Finally, he lifted me up and slammed me down on a nearby table.

“Round two,” he grunted.