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

The 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.”