GOLD: The Problem with Satyr
Written by Mr K
I wasnt really sore. I dont get sore, actually. My body doesnt
do that. I was, lets say, weary. The whole day had been full of sticks
and knives and flipping and sweat. Scorpio ... Karen today ... put Avalon
and me through the paces of a new training program she was creating for a
sensei friend of hers. Shes really a much better martial artist than
I. Magic, super powers and all the rest aside, shes a joy to watch
on the match.
Turn each disadvantage into an advantage. You have to shift your thinking
so that you bring each part of your body into play as the situation
changes, she said.
But that was earlier. I was now showered, powdered, and dressed like a normal
person for the first time in a long time. I was now out and about among people
who couldnt fly, do magic, or project energy for the first time in
a long time.
Sure, Ill be there, was all I needed to say, and bingo!
my evening among the normals was set. High in the hills that surround our
city, my old friend Ray was throwing a party. He was the guy who encouraged
me to go to Norway to seek my roots as he had in Uganda. I never told him
about the part where I learned magic and became a superheroine. Figured Id
leave that out.
I donned three inch heels and a leather skirt that just barely covered my
bum. I dug up a skin-tight leopard-skin top. I curled my hair. Maybe, I was
trying to look slutty. I dont know. I felt like a goof. At any rate,
I went to the party.
The party was all about beautiful people. Everyone was in something skimpy
or sexy. Everyone had oceans of hair gel and suntan oil. They drank tall
drinks and dropped names. Within a minute, I was ready to roll out of there.
Compared to this, getting tossed around by Scorpio was a joy.
Then people started spotting me.
Tracy!
Hey, its Trace!
Now, I was trapped. I had to smile and be civil. Just a week before this
little happening (thats what Ray called his parties) I was the guest
of Scylla and Charibdis, the sexy up-scale couple who were as dangerous as
they come. They used something new on me - a blast of energy that they produced
by linking hands and pointing at me. It struck me in the forehead and left
me dazed and helpless on the floor. I was impressed by the way they trussed
me up in Japanese knots and hung me from the ceiling, my legs spread
wide.
It was easier to find ways out of that captivity.
Even as a kid, parties never sat well with me. I would get there, and then
just vanish into the crowd, wishing I was somewhere else.
I still tried to make small talk at Jays, doing a bit of flirting and
smiling quite a bit. There was a gorgeous North African man who drifted around
behind me all night. He was a bit more subtle than the art teacher who tried
to show me how brilliant he was by talking about obscure art movements for
what seemed like an eternity. His whole dreary rant was delivered directly
to my breasts, not my face. Typical man.
Then, there was the cute lesbian writer who insisted on getting drinks for
me and looking very directly into my eyes. She was actually coming off as
pretty sweet, until the gin she was drinking went to her head, and she started
into a game of wandering hands.
I excused myself.
Things were just getting to the point of absolute living hell, when I noticed
something odd. It wasnt really an odd bunch of acts, just odd for the
time and place. As I wandered around the house, room to room, and out to
the patio, I noticed a lot of people doing the wandering hands thing. Kissing.
Groping. Then I saw a professor I knew was humping someone against a wall.
Just humping her right there in full view.
Huh? I said aloud. I hand touched my ass. I spun and saw my sapphic
suitor, glassy eyed and pawing. Again, I excused myself.
What the fuck...?
I spent a moment trying to figure all of this out. It hadnt been billed
as an orgy. And how could everyone be doing it at the same time all over
the house?
As I avoided another grope, something rang in my head. I turned a corner
and saw ...
The waiter?
A gorgeous, muscular man, whod been serving drinks and food earlier,
was now sitting on the bar, eating grapes and drinking from a old vintage
bottle of wine. He had a self-satisfied smile on his face and was humming
a little tune. He looked up and cocked an eyebrow.
What? Not having fun?
Who are you? I asked. How did you do this?
Why?
His face was swept with a type of anger and frustration that Id only
seen in children.
Youre supposed to be having fun!
He was in motion now, dropping his goodies and heading towards me. I stood
in place ... like a big dummy.
Youre tall and blond and its not working on you! My sex
magic is only working on the normals. Youre Gold arent you!?!
Mother said you might be around!
Mother? I was confused for enough of a second to give him the
upper hand. He raised his hand and shot a jet of gas into my face. I dont
know exactly from where it came, but it was enough to incapacitate me. In
my heels and mini-skirt, in my leotard top and curly hair, I gasped, staggered
back, and clawed at my face.
As he took control, it all became obvious. This was Satyr. This was one of
the children of the supervillainess named Succubus. Just like Lilith, my
foe Succubus had a litter of demon children. Their powers were not as advanced
as hers, and they usually just make mischief like this impromptu
orgy.
I was in a fog as Satyr reached up my skirt and gripped my crotch and inner-thigh
with one hand. The other took hold of my throat. He lifted me up off the
floor , and pressed me above his head. In the bar mirror I could see us for
a brief moment - a young, thickly-muscled man lifting the long, athletic
body of a blond in a perfect press above his head. I could see my breasts
jolt violently. I could see his veins stand out. The muscles of my legs stood
out. His face was red with a passionate anger.
Satyr carried me out to the patio that way.
He tossed me over the side, and into the chasm below.
Once, I watched Rage throw American Ninja from the Golden Gate bridge. Tangled
in metal cords and pinned below twisted metal, my powers being quickly drained
by The Lamprey, I could only watch as Rage, Vixens steroid creation,
lifted the Asian woman and shot her like a missile out over the storming
water.
Now I was a human missile. Too groggy to fly, I dropped to the rocks below.
My body doesnt give like a regular womans. It hurt like hell,
but I was awake only a few minutes later.
I dont wear a costume like most heroines. Once, I did, but my powers
evolved. I access my magic by pouring the never-ending magic fluid given
to me by the witches who trained me. I pour it over my skin, and I am Gold.
My skin is covered with an impervious golden skin that is more like paint
or a tattoo that clothing. It forms my mask and high-heels, as well.
I carry the small bottle with me at all times, and wasted no time changing
once I woke up.
A few minutes after he tossed me, he was facing Gold.
In my costume, hovering over the patio, glowing, I watched his face fill
with that rage again.
You bitch!
Didnt your mother ever tell you not to make people do things
they didnt ask for?
I encircled him in a ring of golden light. It was simple spell that amounted
to an aikido hold. It wasnt meant to hurt, just contain. He struggled,
but was stuck. As I floated down, he continued to curse and
rave.
Shhhhh. Relax. Im going to talk to you for a
moment.
Suddenly, his mood changed. He smiled that lecherous smile
again.
Talk to this, bitch. He blinked, and I was now encircled by my
own ring of light. My sculpted arms were pinned to my sides, my legs thrust
together. Reflex snapped my head back. My eyes were
wide.
Didnt know I could do that, did ya?
I tried to talk, but could only gasp and chirp. Id never been subjected
to my own powers before. It was more painful than I had expected. Energy
was undulating in and out of me, making me shake like a woman in an electric
chair. I could hear people fucking. I could hear myself
suffering.
Mother likes you. She says youre juicy and fuckable. I might
like to try that. Think Ill do it later. Ill do you later
tonight.
He shot the gas in my face again, this time knocking me out cold.
When Tin Man gassed me out during our fight in New York City, he could have
killed me. Like some villains do, he made use of my helplessness to send
a message. When I awoke, I was buried up to my breasts in the hard, frozen
soil of a junk yard. When The Pastor knocked me out with a dart, he left
me tied to a hundred-foot cross in the middle of the desert. He hung a sign
around my neck reading HARLOT.
And Satyr? He left me sprawled face-down among the fucking crowd, a dildo
in my sex. There was semen all over my breasts, and a childishly scrawled
note was stuffed in my mouth.
COME CATCH ME SO I CAN FUCK YOU, GOLD.
Aching and dizzy, I stood, pulled out the fake prick and took to flight.
He left a very clear trail of pheromones for me to follow; I had to play
this his way. Succubus was the always the same way - drawing me in and having
her way with me. I have never defeated her. Never. Whether she did it with
her fingers, her mouth, or a toy of some sort, she was always able to have
her way with me. Satyr didnt have her powers, but was able to overwhelm
me in other ways. This was not what I expected this evening.
As I flew, it dawned on me that Id heard of this guy. Satyr. Hed
actually made the rounds. I remembered a conversation with Rosa Cruz that
was all about this guy. When she wasnt Rosa, she was Black Moon. She
would toss away her skirt and blouse a la Superman and reveal that her black
stockings were actually part of a black body stocking. Skin-tight. Jet black.
Black leather high-heeled boots. Her thick, curly black hair would paint
the air as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop, a curvaceous silhouette against
the city lights and the moons glow.
Over coffee, months before Satyr interrupted my party outing, Rachel described
having her powers nullified.
I went after him and walked right into a cloud of his pheromones,
she hissed, shaking her head.
I listened, a bit chilled.
Tracy, it felt so good. He was the best lover Ive every had.
My clit was swollen right away. And, God, was I wet.
She touched her fingers to her lips.
He tea bagged me, Tracy. Stuffed his balls in my mouth. I sucked them,
Tracy. I just ... sucked them.
Black Moon has a wide, full, luscious mouth. I could imagine the always-red
lips wrapped around a sweaty sack.
He bitch slapped me. Put me on my knees, and ... oh, Trace, Ive
never had anything so good in my mouth.
He owns you, still, I finally said.
Yeah. Ripped open my costume. He ate me, he fucked me, came in me.
His cum was like ... magic. And then... she smiled in bad-girl way
He pierced my clit hood and gave me a ring.
Dead silence.
He did what?
Im wearing a gold ring in my clit. I cant get it
out.
She was never the same after that. Id have to make sure he didnt
get the drop on me again. I wasnt up for any jewelry.
I followed him. I came to rest on the balcony of an apartment. With a trail
this easy to follow, it could only mean that he wanted me to find him and
that he would be ready for me. Just as Id expected, he was doing the
same thing as at the party.
Three women. Maybe they were lovers, maybe they were just having a sleep-over,
but now they were his puppets. Through the glass I could see him sitting
and laughing as the women crawled over each other. In a second, he looked
up and smiled, gesturing to me to come in. I knew it was a trap, but I had
little choice. I crashed through the glass as he yelled to
them.
Take her!!!
The women were like models - lanky and tall. Normally women who Id
brush off like fleas in a fight. Hed empowered them, and I was suddenly
the one who was battered around. A wave of beautiful women drowned me. One
grabbed my right leg and yanked up. I would have swung at her, but her friend
already had my right arm. She leaned in and sank her teeth into my right
breast. I twisted my face in pain as the last one grabbed me around the waist
and drove her shoulder like a football player.
They were stronger.
I was on my back again.
The three naked beauties were all over me, driven by his sexual powers. Just
like my friends back at the party, they were reduced to nothing but sex.
If my magic is disrupted by an assault on my nervous system, as they were
that night with the pheromones in the air, my golden gloss is nothing but
golden skin. I can feel everything at times like that.
I felt one sucking and biting my right breast. She was a blond, like me.
A willowy beauty with perfect teeth, she dug in deeply around my swollen
nipple until I screamed. I forced against her, my golden-gloved fingers woven
into her hair. My weakened muscles stained, but she was unmovable.
The Asian girl was busy eating me. She bit the meat of my cunt - labia, clit,
whatever she could capture in her teeth - and dug her fingers into my thighs
and buttocks. My long legs were thrashing. I fought to get her off, but it
was no use. I cursed myself as I felt the warm, rippling currents of an orgasm
building in me. I was in pain, and I was close to cumming.
The other woman grabbed my throat, squeezed, and looked back at her
controller.
Do you want to give it to her now?
Satyr loomed over me. He was naked, glistening, and his cock stood out like
an angry animal. He seemed to actually grow harder as he watched me struggle
beneath those women. I knew that if he fucked me and gave me the ring, I
would be as defeated as Black Moon. Those two elements, somehow, seemed to
be a key to his control of you. He could control your mind anytime, but if
he gave you the ring and a shot of his cum, you were marked.
I want to give her this ring now. Yes.
They continued biting and sucking. They held my legs apart. The Asian girl
moved up, spread her legs, and lowered a slick, pink, drooling pussy down
to my face. When I tried to breath, I all I could smell was sex. The juices
actually poured over my face as I fought in vain to breathe.
He hummed a little tune as he reached down between my thighs. I couldnt
see him, but felt everything as Satyr pinched my clit, maneuvered it, and
pierced me with what must have been a short, steel needle. I screamed up
into her pulsing pussy for only a second, then darkness took me.
They must have enjoyed me for a few more hours. When I awoke, I was sprawled
out among the women on the floor. We had all ended up unconscious. All but
the man who had controlled us. Those sleeping women were not the enemy, it
was the freak who was gone now who was the foe.
He was the one who left me with the swollen, painful gift between my thighs.
I looked down, touched the ring and the swollen sex. A tiny, glistening ring
smiled up at me. That bastard! He pierced my clit! No cum was pouring out
of me, telling me that although he could have fucked me, didnt. He
was playing this out.
It was still dark. I was sore and beaten. He was gone, and the trail was
still fresh. Again, slowly, I rose and continued to chase him.
I had to concentrate during my flight. My body was responding for me, but
carried the history of that night. To be honest, I can be made sore. I can
be beaten. I can be made angry. This man had done all of that.
I followed his trail over the shimmering lights of the city, my mind on my
prey and the damn violated clit. A voice from about snapped me out of
it.
Gold!
In midflight, I turned, looked, and snapped back sharply as a boot caught
me in the chin. My long, golden body formed a curve in the air, and I crashed
to a roof top below. I was sprawled face-down, and slowly raised my head
to see red boots, muscular, red spandex legs, perfect, red, spandex figure
...
Red Devil? What are you doing?
My fellow heroine, a superhuman woman who could move at the speed of light,
looked down at me. As her chestnut-brown hair blew in the wind, I could see
that Satyr had gotten to her. She was a powerful crime fighter. but was a
slave tonight.
Satyr has a message for you, Gold, she panted. I started to rise,
and she kicked me in the throat. I ended up on my back. I cluthched at my
windpipe as she mounted me.
Straddling my torso, she took hold of my breasts. She pushed them up and
together, twisted them, bit them, dug with her long, red finger nails. She
shoved her tongue in my mouth, and I yielded to the wave of red sex that
broke over me.
She gyrated her hips against me.
He says he likes big girls, like you. He says he says
...
She kissed me again, still pressing me down with my breasts. I was dazed
and sodden again.
He says to be wet and ready. Because when you reach him, hes
going to have you.
Her hands went from my big breasts to my hair. I offered nothing as she lifted
my head, then slammed it down against the stone. I was a tall, lean, golden
blonde, unconscious on the stone. It would be hours before I was a weakened
woman on the trial again.
The truth is, my body does have limits.
The trail ended on the roof of an abandoned bath house. In the middle of
the night, in the middle of the city, there he was. He was sitting on a gargoyle
stroking his huge cock. Typical man.
What took you? he called.
I ....
He gave his cock a savage stroke and fired a stream of jism into my face.
His cum was hot and so thick that it was like putty. It conformed to my face,
clogging my nose and mouth. It gummed my eyes shut. I was suffocating. As
I clawed at my captive face, I lost the ability to stay aloft. Again, confused
and suffocating, I plummeted from the sky. My body shattered a skylight and
I struck the marble of the bathhouse floor.
I was only out for a few seconds. As I came around, I discovered the gooey
cum could be pulled from my face. It had loosened, and my powers were rallying
in those brief moments that I was away from him. I would have to do something
while I still had my wits. As I was pulling the gob from my skin, the young
man came jumping down through the other skylight. There was that huge, angry
cock.
Im going to fuck you now! he
screamed.
Youre getting annoying, young man.
He stood over me, raised a gray disk above his head and explained what it
was with a scream.
ERO GAS!
Oh, jeeze, I groaned, as he slammed it against the floor beside
my face. I was flooded in clouds of thick, white gas. This must have been
some of his pheromone essence captured in a gas. I was instantly wet and
my big nipples were instantly hard. My legs began to tremble and I desperately
wanted him to fuck me. My superpowers were buckling below my lust. My anger
was mounting.
How do you like that? Its time! he screamed. He began to
bite my ankle.
I still had my wits about me enough to play it up, but I had to act fast
before the play became real. The time between the apartment and this place,
the time spent passed out, and away from him, gave me some time to pull my
powers together. Obviously, this villains powers were not a amazing
as some others who have kept me overpowered even in their
absence.
Yes, its time, lover, I moaned. I had the sleepy bedroom
eyes and whispering voice. My hair was a sultry mess across my face. I was
trying my best to rally the last of my powers. That brief moment was fading,
but I had a
plan.
YES!
Yessss....
YE....
I tossed a handful of his cum in his face. Instinct shut his eyes as he recoiled
and stumbled back. Super speed allowed me to sweep his legs out and get on
top of him.
Now youre really going to be fucked, little man.
I hit him with full-power punches, my fists glowing with my magic energy.
There was nothing for him to throw back at me; it was all just burning into
him. Each strike hurt him worse than Id expected was going to be necessary.
That was good, because I was fading fast.
He screamed a lot, tried to get the cum off, tried flounder from under my
blows, but finally passed out below the punches. I punched him again for
good measure.
I rarely kill. Ive killed. I dont like it. Scorpio, Red Devil,
and Lone Star - they can do it easily. Maybe my days as a high school counselor
dont allow for such easy taking of life for me. I dont know.
Anyway, I wasnt about to Succubus little boy.
I left him there, battered and bleeding. He would remain out like a light
for hours. Wed meet again later, and I kick his muscular little butt
again.
As I was limping away, I looked over my shoulder. He was still
turgid.
Typical man.