Gold – My Time with Her

By Mr. K

“Who … are…you?”

Gold’s breath was fading fast, I could tell. I squeezed in tighter, closing the ring of my arms harder around her rib cage, knowing full well that an average woman would have already been crushed to death in my bear hug. I couldn’t help but love the fact that she had so little air, and she chose to question me with all that was left.

She made a tiny gasp as I crushed in that last little bit.

Her head was tilted back, her pink, wet mouth pursed open as if she was trying to suck in breath … No. It wasn’t as if she was trying to suck in air. It was as if she was expecting it to just trickle into her mouth. Her lips were full, had that model’s pout to them, and now they hung open in a stupid gape, because I’d squeezed the life out of her.

When her head tilted back, and her body relaxed, all of the wavy blond hair just hung and swayed. It was long enough to touch her butt, and always seemed in motion when she was up and about doing her heroine thing. Flying. Fighting.

It was always in motion when she was in her secret identity also, moving about on high heels in her office or in a classroom. Her hair would cut a long, glowing blond swath against whichever tight sweater or short leather skirt she had on that day. Tracey Hanna. With all six feet of her limp and dormant in my arms, that hair was just a lifeless banner of gold that just waved lazily at the floor.

I’m not sure how many minutes passed with her limp and beaten. I just stood there, enjoying the feeling of her body in my arms.

“I got you,” I whispered. “I got you, Gold. And I could make you pay right now.”

Her arms were swaying slack down behind her, her head sagging back with her chin pointed at the ceiling. Her big breasts, firm as apples, jutted up in their golden sheath. I smiled when I realized I could see my slightly warped reflection in the golden sheen that covered her breasts. Her broad, round breasts.

Her costume was a magical liquid sheen that covered her body in a wet-looking, metallic golden gloss. She was essentially naked, but covered in a golden slickness that could repel bullets and allow her to fly. I moved my fingers a bit, not losing my grip, and felt the warmth. You would think of her costume as being smooth and cool, but I could feel the warmth of the 40-something-year-old’s body through it.

Warm. Firm. Nothing but athletic muscle, and curves, and height. Perfect blond.

I crushed in harder, making sure that unconscious woman wouldn’t have a chance at drawing a breath.

“I won this time. I could make you pay right now.”

I shifted my weight and bucked, slinging her over my shoulder. Her ass was like a firm, athletic handful. It was a shelf. Her thighs were dense and powerfully shapely.

“I’m not gonna’ kill you this time. Not this time. I have to play this out a bit longer. You will pay for what you did to me.”

So, I draped her over my shoulder.

I carried her back up the dirty, trash-strewn stairs of the vacant factory. This was a broken place full of grit and destruction. It was a place of creation and industry that had become an empty place of failure and defeat. Nobody came here any longer, worked here any longer or gave this rotting hulk a second thought. This was where I squeezed Gold until she passed out. This was where I slung her over one shoulder and carried her.

It took no effort at all for me to spring up the stairs and deliver both of us to what had been the factory floor. I stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of a defeated woman pressing down on my shoulder.

“I’m going to leave you here so that you can contemplate what trash you are, whore.”

I flipped gave a shove and tossed her on to a pile of tires and rusted old machine parts. She lay on her back, her left leg bent and propped open, the right as straight as it could be on the lumpy pile. Her arms lay open as if ready to receive a hug. Her face was placid.

“I’m young enough to be your son, and I’m going to destroy you,” I said to the sleeping woman. My eyes fell on her throat and the rise and fall of her breasts. “I’m going to destroy you …Soon.”

I left her there in the trash pile.

I went back to Earth Mother the next day. She was in her house by the sea. She was tending her garden in the back yard, even as storm clouds rolled in from the ocean and whipped her long, red hair around in torrents. Bare feet hidden below the long peasant skirt, she moved among her long-stemmed flowers, humming and passing out platitudes as she went.

“You look lovely today, dear. Such perfect petals you have.”

The tall, swaying plants seemed happy to see her. Their thick, reedy green limbs stroked and hugged her. They arched gently. They craned and extended their stalks, reaching towards her, or arching against the on-coming breeze. Some caressed her bare arms. She didn’t look up as I approached.

“Hello, Sweety. How did it go?”

I stopped just short of the garden. One long, purple flower arched in my general direction.

“I found her. I punished her, but not enough for what she did. I left her alive, you’ll be happy to know. In spite of her evil sickness, I left her alive.”

She smiled, moving the soil around at the base of a stalk.

“Good,” she said. “Alive is always better. I do dislike death. You want more milk, yes?”

“To boost these powers, and continue what I must do. This project will take some time, so I didn’t kill her. In fact, I was thinking something.”

I looked at her, then at the plants again. They gave off a sweet, fruity aroma as they pulled against the wind.

“These beauties of yours, they need to feed, right? I mean they need some pretty special fodder to survive and thrive.”

She smiled and nodded her head.

“Well, I want to bring you Gold as fertilizer. Her powers would be ideal, wouldn’t they?”

“They would,” she smiled.

“Then, that will be my plan. I will bring Gold to you, and I will feed her to your babies here.”

She smiled ear to ear. “That will be so generous.”

“I want to capture someone close enough to her that I can learn some little secrets and methods for bringing her low. Also, I need to pay her back in kind; she had someone from my old crew on her side when she did what she did to me. I need to be able to give off stronger vibrations, I need faster flight, I need stronger mind control, and I need a powerful, powerful energy surge that comes from my palms. Oh! I want that mental power to project and cloud … You know what I mean.”

She didn’t hesitate. She turned and walked towards me, a broad, subtle smile on her ageless face. I was loosening my tie, and she was pulling down the side of her dress. Her breasts were always up and full. She resumed her delicate humming as I lowered my mouth to the big, left nipple and started to suck.

I felt a current of energy ripple through me. Her milk was overpoweringly sweet.

There was a heroine called Snare. I never did learn the origins of her powers, but it must have been a force of awesome supernatural greatness. It was a power of speed and it was a power of intent that radiated from every muscle and put the fear in you.

To look at the lean, buxom blonde, you could see the fitness and the deft skill, but you learned the true powers when you engaged her in battle. She lived in the martial arts of kali and hapkido, wielding the escrima sticks to break bones, and entangling her foes with a tough, durable rope that she wore on a belt around her narrow waist. The weapons could trap and bludgeon you, and the blows from those small, tight fists sent shock waves through the tissue and bone of her enemies.

Her costume was as sheer and skin-like as Gold’s, but it was purple. A V of bare skin exploded up from her waist, exposing her ample cleavage and firm chiseled abs. Her eyes were masked by a swath of purple that cut in a stripe across her face, and she wore high-heeled boots.

I used the power to seek her out and go to her. It wasn’t a matter of wanting to defeat Snare personally; she was the key to my mission. I needed her to make things perfect for Gold. When I listened to the power I could see on a rooftop across town. She was in battle, of course.

At first, it was hard to tell who on the receiving end of her blows, but I soon saw that she was polishing off Sjambok. The big South African had been relieved of his powerful whip, and was in midair when my powers focused in him. His right arm was awkwardly wrapped across his neck, pinned there by her rope, and he made pathetic strangled sounds as she heaved him through the air, and slammed his body down against a brick chimney.

He was unmoving as the sleek woman moved to hogtie him with that rope of hers. It seemed like a reasonable time to move. I covered my footsteps and masked my movements until I was close to her. Somehow, when I was farther off, when I was farther off from what I had hoped, she sensed me.

Snare spun around.

Her eyes looked right into mine, and she echoed those words that Gold had managed to squeeze out before she blacked out.

“Who are you?”

I searched her mind, found her father, then blurred her vision by phasing in and out of the shimmering vision of him as she remembered him. There! Hesitation and confusion seized her for a moment and I struck, driving my fist across her jaw.

Her body rocked, arched, and fell from the rooftop.

Snare let out a gasp and a sharp “uhhh” as her lean body went over the side and down into the shadows that filled the space between the two buildings. My plan had been to capture her, but if the blond ended up dead it was just as well. There were more heroines that could fill my needs.

I paused for a heartbeat, then stepped forward and peered over the edge. For that tiny sliver of time, I listened for her body to hit pavement, of for her to cry out in pain. For that heartbeat, I listened.

She closed that window in time with a double kick that plowed into my solar plexus. Just like any normal, mortal man would, I released all of my air and ended up rolling on the rooftop. Snare had superhuman speed, reflexes and strength. She must have caught a flagpole or something on the way down, and flung herself back up. I should not have been surprised.

As I was trying to recover, she was already all over me. She gave me a low spin kick, ands then a low roundhouse. I took both in the jaw. That must have been payback for her. The bone shattered, and I could feel it knitting back together as she seized one of my wayward wrists in her rope.

She flipped me, and threw me. This small, lean woman with her sinewy muscles and her tight abs, her firm, big breasts, and her straight banner of blond hair, let out a sharp, harsh kiai and sent me sailing. A wall practically exploded when I hit it. More bones broke, a place in my skull shattered and I winced as the healing started.

I looked up, still on my back and saw the upside-down image of a woman in purple leaping through the air at me. That was when I had to bring the rain. I raised my right hand and summoned up that power that nests in my mid-abdomen. There was a cold rushing in my muscles, and the power that I call The Rain filled the air around her. Pulsing yellow energy in an undulating curtain blossomed from my palm.

I loved this power; it complemented my mircrobursts, and the powerful vibrations that came from me. There was a sudden yellow cloud, a hazy cloud of what looked like an insect swarm around her strong, little body. Snare’s eyes rolled up in her head, and her body crashed to the rooftop, the muscles gone out of control. I pulled myself up to sitting, took a healing breathe, and took in the sight of Snare sinking into defeat.

She was trying to kneel, to come up on one knee, but one hand gripped her throat and touched her chest. The strength in her shoulders went slack, one hand came down to support her against the roof, and a tidal wave of blond poured down. Her body shook, and she made desperate strangled noises. Finally, she convulsed, and fell forward on to both palms.

Now, I could take my time. Her nervous systems were shutting down, and she was helpless. I stood, walked to the woman who was on all fours, and took her weapons from her. With slow deliberate movements, I took the kali sticks from her the strap holster on her muscular, right thigh, and the rope that she had used to take me down. There was a twitch, a vague movement that probably her trying to keep her weapons away from me. Her body was useless; her nerves no longer were her own. I stepped back and watched her.

“You’re suffering, not terribly, but enough. I’m taking you with me, Snare. You’re going to help me defeat Gold once and for all.”

The struggle in her body was clear as her fingers curled against the tar-paper and metal of the roof, and she shook her head. She was trying to clear the rain from her mind and her faltering body, but it was useless.

“I’m taking you with me. I’m going to use you to take care of Gold. You see, when she perpetrated her injustice against me, she had someone that I’d trusted there to help her. She used that certain someone to gain knowledge of me. I just need to use you in the same way. You’re going to be a tool.”

Her arms gave out, and she sprawled face-down on the rooftop, but not before she could manage “Fuck … you.”

“I figured you’d say something like that.”

I took my left hand and wrapped it into the straight, blond nest of her hair. There was a moan, and a faltering gasp as I pulled her head up and back. At the same time, I was slipping my hand between her thighs. They were warm and solid, and they couldn’t resist as I pressed my hand up against her purple-covered mound. Warm, thick, and soft.

I used her hair and her pussy, and I lifted the paralyzed Snare up on to my shoulders. For a moment, I could feel those big, firm breasts against the back of my head, and I settled the arc of her body into the contours of my shoulders.

“Fucker…” she was able to groan.

I began to levitate, first just a few inches, then feet, then I flew. I flew with the captured woman on my shoulders. Again, I heard her form words, defiant words.

“Fuck you …”

“Exactly,” I said. “That is part of the plan.”

I had prepared my home, my apartment, to be my headquarters. Every avenger needs a base. With moonlight pouring through the big circular window, and the stillness of my place, I floated through the open skylight, and settled down on the plush carpet.

I dumped her down on the floor.

She looked up at me, spread-eagle, her eyes fuming in the half light. She didn’t speak. I raised my hands over her, palms down and facing her. I concentrated on one of the powers, felt the cold in the pit of my stomach, and the energy flowed through the tips of my fingers. I let the power take the moment, and Snare began levitating.

There was a moment of shock, of fear, in her eyes as her body started to float. She couldn’t have said it, but she must have felt as though an ocean of hands was pressing from below and lifting her. A foot, another foot, and soon she was sure that she had been laid out on table, her body suspended above the floor, her back straight, her limbs resting on an unseen platform. She was levitating.

‘’Now you have a sense of how powerful I am.’’

Her breath was halting. Her blond hair was hanging down.

Snare was still conscious, but paralyzed and helpless as I pulled her arms down by her sides and made a straight line of her body. Still floating at crotch level, she was easily twisted and manipulated into which ever position I wanted. Anger curled her upper lip, just a bit, as I let my hands settle on her breasts. Those tits were just right, firm but smooth and soft.

My powers were still wrapping up her nervous system, and she was able to do nothing but invite me to her flesh. I trembled a bit, and felt myself beginning to salivate, because this was the first woman in a long, long time. The first human woman, at least.

“This is part of breaking you down. This is part of what I’m owed. This is part of using you against Gold.”

Her skin and her hair were fragrant, and I closed my eyes, just drinking her into my senses. I leaned down and laid a kiss in her blond hairline. I let my tongue trace a line of moisture across the purple mask as my fingers crept up from her tits, over the tanned bare skin of her costume’s V. They traveled up the slender, elegant curve of her neck, across the strong line of her jaw, and finally to the heroine’s silent lips.

Pink and moist, pert and supple, Snare’s mouth was basically inviting my fingers. I continued to lightly kiss her hair and forehead as my fingertips ran along one lip and then the other, finally slipping between them. I ran two fingers in the wet heat of her mouth.

From somewhere deep inside, she produced a moan, and my fingers were pumping between her lips. Soon I was up to the knuckles in her mouth, and Snare gagged. I could feel her need to fight me off boiling in her, but all she could do was float in midair and allow me into her body.

Glistening with her saliva, my fingers left her mouth and wandered back down to her mound. It rested there for only a moment, then I readjusted myself, bringing both hands up to her bust.

I peeled back the purple flesh of that costume and instantly fixed my mouth to one of her nipples. I only glimpsed the dark, thick circle of her right nipple, then I simply began consuming her. I closed my eyes, breathed in deeply, and bit into the woman. I was biting and sucking the hard nipples, and Snare was sucking air through her teeth.

I took my mouth away only for a moment. “You are part of my payback to Gold, Snare.”

I was crushing her tits and biting and sucking as if I expected the woman to give milk.

Of course, I was hard, and I could feel my muscles flexing and tensing as I licked my way down the bare skin of that V. Her skin was like warm candy.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to how you will help me very shortly. Just give me a moment ….”

Leaving her bare breasts wet with spit, I let the heat and the supple muscle of her body draw me down to her mound again. The material of her costume was skin-like, and I could perfectly make out the lips and folds of her pussy. I opened my mouth wide and sank my teeth into the thick muscle of her right thigh. I drooled on the purple, slick skinsheath, and I sank my teeth as hard as I could. Her muscles couldn’t react as I dealt out a passionate, sucking bite that had waited for a long, long time.

My cock spoke to my mouth, throbbing and trying to force its way through my costume. It was as if it was trying its best to force its way into Snare’s captive body, and if it couldn’t it would do it by way of my ravenous mouth.

My mouth came away from her thigh.

I nudged her thighs apart slightly.

I bit her mound.

For minutes I held the thick, fleshy bulge of her cunt between my teeth. I huffed hard through my nose, again seeping my drool into the tight, purple costume and running my tongue along the sex crease.

She would have moaned if she could have. There was only a moment, then I pulled my face out her crotch.

I reached down and took hold of those strong thighs again. I pried them apart farther, but something told me to slow down and make it count. I moved up the body of the prone woman so that I could start at the top. As I opened my codpiece and kissed and licked my way down her body, I breathed in deeply, and let my mind go back to the events that had lead up to this. I could feel the pain again.

“You’re going to help me stop her once and for all.”

I let my mind immerse itself in Snare.

I spread her legs wider, and stood between them. She levitated with her crotch at the level of my crotch. My cock was out, and completely stiff now. I moved an inch closer, looked at the purple peach that I’d been biting, then plunged my cock through her costume’s fabric.

I tore through the purple fabric and simply entered her. I fucked her that way. With her body in midair, I fucked her.

She couldn’t scream, but her eyes widened with shock. I fucked her. The muscles in my back, my legs, everything was given to the next thrust. And the next. And the next. I closed my eyes and absorbed the texture of her pussy channel. She was tight, and she had the ridges and the warm, smooth inner flesh of a woman. I had missed this so much.

It had been a long time.

“I remember this,” I heard myself hiss.

Sometimes, I would give her just my head, and others I’d fill her up completely. I’d lick my lips and dig deeply into her with my tool, the deep, dark sex oyster seeming to pull me in and consume my cock. When the spasm finally seized me, I gripped her hips hard and shot my load into the paralyzed Snare.

My load.

Once, a long time ago, it was like any other man’s; it was just some paltry white spurt. I was different now, and what my body produced was different, as well. I could even feel the difference as it rushed out of me. I could feel pure energy surging through my tool.

My cum was copious and it was scalding hot.

It wasn’t long, seconds maybe, before it was spewing back from the dark, hot cave of the blonde’s cunt. It seemed to chase my cock and I withdrew it from her, trying to reinsert itself, pouring out of her and dumping back over my cock’s head.

Her cave could only take so much. She was full of my jism now.

I was still pumping out thick white fingers of it as I walked from between her legs and moved to her mouth. The whole way, I decorated her costume and skin with my seed. Little decorations here, gobs and dribbles and splashes there were left to steam on her body. I filled her navel with it. I left a line across her tits. I left a slowly oozing gob in the middle of her torso.

When I reached her mouth, I pried it open and simply shoved my cock into her. I secured myself my taking hold of the hair on top of her head, and I rocked my hips forward. Her lips formed a seal around my girth, and she looked me in the eye.

My torrent of semen never stopped.

She had no choice but to let the stuff dump down her throat. Her throat was working, and her tongue was darting below my prick; I freed her muscles up just enough to allow her to swallow and not drown. I heard deep, guttural gagging sounds, and soon the cum was welling up over her lips.

“Very nice.”

It ran from the corner of her mouth in a stream, riding the straight line of her jaw, and dropping to the floor in long, thick pearls. One or two clung to her blonde hair as they made the trip, but the rest formed a puddle on the floor. Some overcame her lower lip and ran over her chin, thick and milky. It also made its way to the floor below her.

I watched the fire go out in her eyes.

I didn’t even have to tell her.

Snare went to her knees, pulled her hair aside, and took hold of my cock. She flipped her head to one side, moving the blond curtain away. She was still splattered with my spray, and her breasts were still out and exposed. Her puffy, wet cunt lips hung through the gap in her costume.

Her nipples were hard.

“You’re a mess, Snare. Why don’t you fix your situation? Why don’t you stop me from exacting my vengeance on Gold?”

I asked the questions, and I felt such a happy glow rise in me. I wanted to hear the words.

“I can’t. I have no free will. There was something in your cum …. I’ve got nothing to offer. It’s all you. Just use me.”

“Beautiful. Tell me, Snare, what are you going to do right now?”

“Suck your cock, sir.”

“Why?”

“Because you desire it, and you are in charge now. My mind is yours. Your cum, in my body, has given you control of me. ”

“I didn’t demand it verbally.”

“You’ve tapped into my mind.”

“And you will tell me about all of Gold’s weaknesses? Not just the way to overwhelm her powers, but her mind. Her peace-of-mind. How can I torture her best? You will help me break her down. You will tell me … uh, once you’re done down there.”

There was a pause, then my cock was in her mouth, and she was adjusting her lips around the thickness of my tool. She experimented for a moment, sliding her mouth up and down on the shaft, then settled on the right place. There was a powerful, overwhelming heat as she took it all to the back of her throat, then slithered her way back to the head. I gasped as she circled the head with her tongue. She knew what she was doing.

Pinching the base of my erection with two fingers, she held it in place, drew back, and opened her mouth wide again. When she closed her lips around it again, I gave her the rush again. Another dose.

It was a torrent that struck the back of her throat with force. Again, she paused, then tilted her head back, closed her eyes and made a deep, swallowing gulp. It was as if she was consuming an oyster.

“Did you hear my request for you?” I asked. I could tell she was letting the last of it slide down her throat.

The captive in purple was cleaning her mouth the back of her hand.

“Yes sir,” she said. There was the slightly awkward speech of a woman with something in the corner of her mouth. She swallowed again.

“Ambush her at home. Use your mind powers, and find her out of costume. Can you project your powers, sir?”

“I can, if I have a picture of the place in question.”

“Tap into my mind. I will give you a mental image of her apartment. You can project that power of yours into her across the distance?”

“Yes.”

“Use me however you have to against Gold. I have no will against you.”

Immediately, I placed my fingertips on her face, at the forehead. I closed my eyes, and examined the darkness behind my eyelids. I could feel a dull throbbing coming from her mind to mine. I took a cleansing breath.

Soon, I was standing in the hallway of an apartment. There was a certain elegance in the moderation of the place, but I took only a moment to notice the travel photos and the plush carpet; a light was on in the bathroom. Water was running.

With my mind linked to Snare’s captive brain, I projected my remote self – my manifested will – down the hallway and into the pure white porcelain bathroom

She was standing at the sink.

She wore only flesh-colored pantyhose. Slightly tan.

Six-foot-tall Tracey Hannah was hunkered over the sink, her hands on the white porcelain edge, her head hanging forward. Long, blond hair that glowed with Nordic luminosity poured down, framing her face and playing around her sinewy arms. It swayed as she moved slightly, brushing the high, firm hemispheres of her breasts. They were large and capped with dark, pink nipples.

It struck me that even though she was out of the golden body sheath, her peaches-and-cream skin still seemed to have a sort of golden hue about it. There was a slight contrast between the woman’s healthy Nordic skin, and the slightly tanned tone of the pantyhose.

She seemed tired, contemplative, as she leaned over the sink and breathed deeply. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, flexing the thick muscle in her calves and quads - long legs and a firm, tightly rounded ass.

“I see her,” I told my captive. Snare responded slowly.

“Project your power,” she said to me.

I did. I envisioned myself in the bathroom, reaching forward from behind her, and slipping my hand between her strong, thick thighs. I could see her in real life, her eyes widening and her back straightening up. Blonde hair fell away from her face and her breasts bounced slightly as she stood straight up in a startled posture. In her bathroom, alone, across town, Gold – out of costume – felt an invisible hand grabbing her mound.

Her pink mouth opened in a silent gape to match the wide-eyed stare that was now playing across her face. I envisioned beginning to rub. I projected myself, pictured myself, pressing my fingers up into the soft, warm mass of her peach.

“Mound, not cameltoe,” I whispered. Snare nodded. “Just as I remember,” I added.

She made a shuddering, whining gasp that came from high in her throat. It sounded weak and startled. I rubbed and squeezed again and again, and the out-of-costume heroine dug her red fingernails against the hard, cold hide of the bathroom sink. She rose up on her toes and her eyelids fluttered.

“She’s going to cum,” Snare said.

For a moment, I thought that she had peed into my telekinetic palm. There was a sudden, sodden embrace surrounding my hand, and I watched as the nylons grew dark against her legs.

Gold was a female ejaculator.

She tried to release an open-mouthed ohhhhh , but it was shattered against a series of short, sharp gasps and squeals that shook her firm breasts and made her firm breasts and her broad back heave.

I smiled as her eyes rolled up into her head, and the tall Norweigan woman collapsed on her bathroom floor. She let out a gentle sigh.

If I could have made time pass faster I would have. I waited until the tall woman was starting to push her way up from the floor, she groaned, and I assisted her. I projected grabbing her long, blond hair and giving her a strong yank. This was the reaction that I wanted. She reached back at the invisible hands, grasping with desperate fingers, her eyes wide.

I would be an incubus now. I would be an invisible force that did with her as I would. It wasn’t enough to yank her to her stocking feet; I flung her against the wall. Keeping hold of the gorgeous blonde hair, I hauled her back and slammed her again, this time knocking the towel rack from the wall. A second or two passed, with my hands away from her hair, and her head swimming.

Digging deeper into Snare’s head, I took hold of her shoulders. I could feel muscle and warm skin, and she could feel cold hands, but she would never see me. She was alone in her apartment, being beaten and dominated.

I slammed her against the wall. Then again, only harder. I slammed her harder and harder, and harder still as I made demands of the wall with her body. Her large breasts bounced, and soon her eyes were fluttering closed.

I held her there, my hand at her throat, holding her, pinning her against the dented wall. I squeezed her windpipe, while my mind used Snare’s mind to scan the apartment.

“You want something to stick in her. Take candles from her dining room. You want something to shove in her mouth. Get her panties from her hamper,” Snare told me.

I scanned with my mind, found two long, elegant candles in golden holders. My mind plucked them out, and floated them into the bathroom. At the same time, I was searching her dirty laundry.

“Does the cunt still wear boy shorts? Tight, little female boxers?”

For a moment, I wondered whether she had changed her ways, and I would find dirty underwear on the floor. I was quickly put to rights as I found her apartment as bedroom as neat and organized as I would have expected. She did, and I found them in the mix in her hamper. The crotch of panties was moist.

Gold was strangling in my grip, and used my powers to nudge her legs apart. Gold was choking, and I used my powers to split spaces in her pantyhose. Her eyes widened again, and she made a pathetic gurgling noise as both candles embedded themselves in her. One pushed its narrow end into her asshole, stretching it wide, and nestling itself into the tight, warm space. The other plunged in between her thick, soaking-wet pussy lips and buried itself in her cunt.

She took a gasp of air as I released her windpipe, and then shoved the panties deep into her mouth. I gave her a pulse of my energy, and she collapsed. Another surge of my energy ran into her, and she slept.

I looked at her on the floor, enjoying the sight, loving the sight, of the big, blonde face down in her own pussy juice. I had to smile at the ridiculously delicious sight of Tracey, heroine called Gold, with a candle in her ass, and her panties crammed in her mouth. There was the beginning of the humiliation that I wanted her to feel.

The last image that I planted in her mind was of Snare bound to a chair.

Snare’s bondage was s true achievement. It was a chair tie, which is a favorite, and also an important part of my vengeance. It was a symbol: the person enlisted to fight on the enemy’s side bound to a chair and left as bait.

Each ankle was pinned to the front legs of the chair, wrapped and knotted over and over again to the steel of the chair’s construction. Her legs were spread, with rope tied just below the knees and wrapped to the higher portion of the chair legs. I’d done a crisscross of chains, drawing a quadruple layer of metal links in an X across her upper body. It pressed hard into flesh, tightly harnessing her to the old office chair.

Around her waist, I used a second, heavier type of rope. Again, it was twined in four heavy, knotted layers. I had it woven in and out around the structure of the chair.

I always liked having the wrists of the women that I tied pinned and lashed to the arm rests of the chair. That was one thing I love about capturing Cutlass and her sisters. I was able to take my time lashing them to the arm rests, and once they were awake, they struggled and clawed at the chairs with no effect. I did it this time, as well.

“You look amazing.”

“Yessir.

“Now, let’s do this one last time.”

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as I produced my cock again. This time it took only one stroke, and my semen rushed over her tongue and into her mouth. She did well, catching the goo, letting it clot in the back of her throat, and pool around her tongue. It filled her cheeks, puffing them out a bit, and brimming at her lips.

She closed her mouth. I put a thick piece of tape over it.

“You know the plan,” I said, tucking my cock away in my costume’s cod piece. She nodded “yes.”

It was, perhaps, a few minutes later that things started to fall into place. She arrived.

Gold didn’t wear the high heeled boots, again. Just like during our last actual fight, her last defeat in my bear hug, she was in a slick skin stocking of golden magic. Again, she was like a naked woman painted gold. A golden, footed cat suit that clung to her like skin.

I could see her in silhouette, through the skylight, kneeling on the roof of my place. Even in the pale moonlight, I could see the long, blond hair practically glowing. I could see the firmness of her body.

It was set up this way. Snare was bound to her chair, set up just right so that the shaft of moonlight fell on her light a spotlight. Gold could see her in captivity.

I was faded into the background shadows, invisible and watching. Gold tore the lock from the skylight open. She stood, and used her magnificent powers to float down through the open skylight. My cock started to swell as I looked at her curvy, long, large-breasted body touch down on the hardwood floor. I only stiffened more as she moved to my captive Snare, and reached for the tape on her mouth.

“Jeannie,” she said as she peeled the tape from her skin. I loved it when heroines called each other by their secret identity names. There was the sound of the tape leaving her flesh, a pause, and Snare spat my semen into Gold’s face.

The big-breasted, blonde, amazon recoiled, her hands coming up to her face. It was to no avail; the spunk was in her eyes, and mouth. It had shot to the back of her throat. Gold released a cry of some sort. It was shock and disgust, outrage and a sudden revelation of helplessness. Her hands grasped at her throat, and she rolled on to her side on the floor.

“Gold? Can you hear me? Hey, it’s me again. So, I’ve got you helpless… again. I could have killed you back in the warehouse where I crushed you, but I wanted it to come down to this. I wanted you in my lair, in my clutches, betrayed by a friend …. Any of this sounding familiar?”

She was struggling to keep control of herself, long, muscular thighs trying to help her, long, sinewy arms trying to push up. She was groaning, and I knew that my seed was working its way down her throat and into her system. Even as she tried to keep control, her mind was turning over to me.

So much of that long, thick blonde hair was tumbling down and masking her face. I came from my hiding place, watching her squirm.

“I always loved your hair. Remember when it was long enough to sit on?”

There was a feeble attempt at pushing herself up, then she released a deep groan as I laid a kick into her side. Just below the big, right tit, my boot made contact with her ribs. It was gorgeously pathetic sound that she made as I drove my toe into her.

Gold rolled on to her back.

I kicked her again. Same place. Now she slid across the floor, a few feet. As her wide breasts shook, I was suddenly seized by a notion. I hauled back, and laid another kick into her side. This one lifted her off the ground. The next one slammed her against a pillar. Gold’s head tilted back, and she let out a pained cry. I wanted to just get down and roll around in that cry, and roll around in it; it was girlish and whiney.

Gold’s will was fading fast, and my kicks were getting bigger, angrier, and more dramatic. I would stop for a moment to press my heel down on her breasts, mashing and pressing them under my heel. I would press the side of her face and grind it under my heel. I would mash my toe into her mound. I would go back to kicking her, and watching as she hit high on a wall, then fell to the floor. Her eyes closed. She sighed.

“Why don’t you fight back?” I asked.

“Can’t … Just … kick me.”

My cum was in her system now and working well. It was working. It was all coming together.

Another feeble moan came from her as I pushed my foot in behind her knee, and pushed her long leg out. Now, still sprawled face-down, her legs were spread. I eyed that mound again, then kicked her again. As her body arched, I went to my knees, and drove a punch into her neck.

Then another.

I took hold of her throat. Her eyes closed in a fluttering, sleepy way, and her lush, pout of a mouth slowly opened in a silent circle. I squeezed and gripped, and I stood, lifting from my legs. Gold strangled as her long body, her muscular, fitness model’s body, came up off the floor. For a moment, I had her standing at full height, then I pressed her up.

With her throat in my one hand, her stocking feet dangling, her muscular legs trembling, Gold strangled. She was a lean, firm six-footer, but I as now six-five so I could hang her up high. I remembered feeling so small next to her once; I could remember having to look up over the broad horizon of her bust to see the taut, sharp features of her face and the full, broad mouth.

The first time I drank from Earth Mother, I had her stretch my height up to six-foot-five. That, plus my arm’s reach, would be enough to do just what I was doing now. I squeezed and hanged her until that sleepy death look started to play across her face, then I dumped her to the ground.

Though her body desperately gulped air, her mind was still mine. The gasping woman’s large-breasted chest heaved, rising and falling with the panic of the suffocated as she lay on her back. Her long legs squirmed.

Something rose in my guts, and I leaned down, stooped down, and used my massive hands to cover her nose and mouth. I leaned in, pressing all of my weight down to begin smothering her yet again. Again, her eyelids began fluttering. It was a joy to see how her nose and mouth disappeared beneath my hands, leaving her eyes peering up at me. Dying.

As she faded, I released.

“I’m going to have such fun with you, Tracey. I have so much time for which I have to make up. I have so many ways in which I must punish you. Make your body go totally stiff.”

Every muscle went rigid, hard. Her toes pointed and her arms were suddenly pinned to her sides. Her back stiffened, and her whole body became a plank. Gold was muscular and firm. She had the body of a female, world-class athlete, and now all of those muscles were working against her. Her own body held her in place, just like my jism had put locks and clamps on her brain.

“Ok, now lift.”

In a flash, in a split second, Gold’s body rose into the air. Stiff and straight, she came up and hovered like a table top at waist level. She was levitating.

I took a moment to take it all in.

I had Gold. I had her levitating, face up in my place. She was paralyzed and stretched out in midair, hovering under my power.

I took a moment to take in the long, strong athletic muscle, the large breasts. I looked at the long, blond hair hanging down, almost touching the floor. Each step, I measured each step and walked precisely as went to costumed feet and took home of her ankles. I used both hands to spread her legs wide. Paused in that wedge of air between her legs, I undid the codpiece of my costume.

I let my still, thickness spring forward. Again, it was time to just take in a moment. My solid cock was aiming at her golden pussy. She was still covered in her golden sheath, but was as useful in protecting her as golden body paint. Dance tights would have done more to prevent me from doing what I did next.

A surge rose in me, and I found myself rushing in between her long, muscular legs. There was a cold, rushing around my cock, and then the hot, sodden embrace of a cunt. A human woman's cunt. It was suddenly tight, and wet, and I was up to my hilt in Gold.

I flew.

I didn't soar, but I used my powers, and I slowly started to hover and fly. I pulled her by the arms, giving her back the suppleness of her body, and slamming her back against the wall. Now, I released my hold on her muscles, feeling her olympian body grow limp beneath me.

She screamed.

She screamed and tensed and kicked out one leg as I fucked her up the wall, both of us slowly rising, levitating, hovering our way up. Her back and hair dragged against the unforgiving stone of the wall, as I pushed both of us from the floor to the angle where the wall met the ceiling. I threw my head back with delight as a warm gush ran over my sex and down both our legs.

Gold was a female ejaculator.

I grabbed her throat with one hand and I started to choke her. All the while I was hauling back my hips and thrusting hard into the meat of her tight, sopping sex. Her scream was barely audible, her pink lips curled back.

I squeezed hard on the golden woman's golden throat, pushing off the wall and floating us both into the middle of the room. I slammed her back against the ceiling, then rolled us over. Now my back was against the ceiling and Gold hung upside down. Our crotches were joined, and I released her windpipe to take hold of her hips. Her legs were tangled with mine, my cock was making fierce, fast stabs into her, and her upper body was arched back. With her arms flung back and her blonde hair waving at the floor, with her head flung back and her big breasts heaved up and bouncing with my thrusts, she screamed and screamed.

“We are in the air, Gold. This is air.”

I let her fall.

I released her, let her slide off my cock, and watched as she dropped through the space of my apartment and struck the ground with a limp-bodied thud. Sprawled on her back, hair flung in a wide web of gold, arms wide open, she slept. Her and legs were in a muscular figure four, one bent, and one straight.

A large-breasted women lay unconscious on the floor below me.

I floated down, softly planting myself at her feet. Off in the corner of my eye, I could see Snare curled up in her cage.

Again, I just enjoyed the moment. Gold was unconscious, laid out at my feet. I wished that I could have let her see herself, let her ponder how justice looked. I wished that I could point to what I had done to her and ask “Does this look familiar?” I wished I could have mocked her to her face, but the woman in the shimmering golden skin gloss was again lost in a world of darkness.

Her body still seemed to be, in some way, conscious, even though the owner was not. I looked over the 40-something woman, remembering how I used to find myself transfixed by the wide, firm curve of her bust. I looked up and down the thick, muscular calves and thighs, remembering how they looked in stockings, jeans, and tights.

“Is it your natural body that makes you like this? Is it your magic?”

I floated down.

“You're going to wake up in mental chains, Tracey. You're going to struggle, but you will have nothing to do but give over to me. My cum is in you, and you are my slave.”

I reached down and took hold of her ankle dragged her to the next room.

I waited for her to wake up in the gallery.

I designed it, this gallery of mine, just as I remembered it. It was like taking your wife back to the place of your first date; I wanted everything to be perfect.

“Remember, Gold, it’s our anniversary.”

I struck her. I drove a right cross into her jaw, and sent her sailing back and sideways. There was a round of applause from the unseen audience as she crashed into a statue. Her hair made a perfect handle as I grabbed hold of it, hauled her head back, and slammed her face into the stone.

I did it again.

And again.

I pulled her back, made space, then delivered a kick to her face. She snapped back and hit another statue. She looked at me with a stupid gape on her face, her body open and vulnerable, and I drove a front kick into her midsection. She doubled over and crumbled to all fours. This was a golden, glowing invitation, and I kicked her in the face. Her head snapped back, I grabbed her hair, and lifted her.

“Does all of this seem familiar?”

I took her up to full standing, then went back to bashing her face into one statue after another. Soon, she was limp again.

“Not a drop of blood from you, eh? Are those the benefits of that durable magic in your body. You may remember that things were different for me.”

I released her hair. She fell.

There was a moment of her curled on her side, then I picked her up by her throat, brought her up about halfway, and delivered my elbow to her face. Her head snapped back, and she gave that delightful shuddering groan again. It was nice to see the slight rise in her big tits as I did that to her.

The grip in that hand around her throat stayed true, and tightened, and tightened. She was strangling.

“Shame you can’t fight back. I’d could make you pay, once and for all, for all of you misdeeds. I love the pathetic little choking noises.”

I let her drop again.

As if inviting me, Gold was sprawled on her back. Her arms were flung wide, her thighs spread, one with the foot cocked in, one with it out wide. She seemed to be drifting in and out.

“I’ll go prepare Snare, then we’ll get on with this,” I told her. “We’ll get on this then.”

Snare had one of those, small, taut, muscular bodies. Her tight, round ass, and her high, firm breasts were just a part of an entire landscape of firm feminine power. I had to add something to that for my plan to come to fruition. I had mastered that body, that weapon, and now I could use her as a tool.

“Step into the harness. There. Just like that. Very good. Tighten it up around your waist. Now, put on that odd, little gag there. Put the ball in your mouth, and tighten the strap at the back of your head. Nice and tight. There you go. Now, you look like a proper slave. You’re ready to do your new job.”

A giant purple-and-white PVC cock sprouted from the crotch of the woman called Snare. It had a marbled look to it, and the color matched the tone of her costume. It was long and curved like a thick banana.

Snare had a cock sprouting from her mouth. It was a simple thing, a huge ball gag that was fused to a long, thick rubber dildo and held in place with a thick, black leather strap that went around her neck and held the whole sculpture in place. The mouth dildo matched the crotch one, purple and white, curved and long.

“Bring the toys,” I told her. She gathered what I had laid out. She followed me back to Gold, and both of us stood over the big-breasted heroine on the floor.

“I want you to understand what it means to go through torment when you have your will … and your ability to sense the world around you taken from you. I want you to understand what you did to me. Hood.”

Snare moved smoothly. She took a handful of Gold’s hair, effortlessly yanking her up to her knees. There was a gentle, firm bounce to her large tits, and her arms sagged loosely as Snare did as programed. She gathered up that blond hair, made a pony tail of it. She hoisted Gold up some more. She put a tight, leather hood over Gold’s head.

I made sure that the hood was exactly right for Gold. It mirrored the shape of her face, and had a gap in the back through which a long, thick mane of hair could be gathered and threaded in a thick, twisted pony tail. At first, I was going to give it a zipper mouth, but opted for a simple hole, instead. She was allowed to breathe through a black, beak-like cover in the center of face. There were no eyes.

I could tell that there was a moment if disorientation. Ms. Golden Heroine was at a loss for a moment. As Gold wobbled slightly on her knees, I nodded to Snare. She took hold of her heroine friend’s head, a palm on each side, and nudged the end of her crotch dildo into Gold’s mouth hole.

“There we go,” I hissed as I heard Gold give the gggaaaaakkk and the choking sound of a gagging woman. It was already to the back of her throat. Her muscles heaved, and she would have pulled herself away, but my control of her body was just enough to keep her there, choking on a dildo and helpless.

Snare, the slave, slowly backed her hips away, and a gloss of spit glistened on the tool. Gold took heaving gasps \that came to an abrupt end as the cock returned to her mouth, her throat.

“Do you remember me, Gold? Do you remember our time together all of those years ago?” I had to bring it up again. “You really don’t recall? How I loved your hair, and how I loved the fact that your pussy juice was like cream? Clotted cream. So soon we forget.”

I nodded to Snare, who slowly withdrew from her captive’s mouth. There was a brief trail of saliva, then a deft purple-gloved hand swept everything clear, and started on the next step. Snare slapped Gold hard across the leather-covered face, and spun her around without pause. Using the blond ponytail as a handle, she twirled the long-limbed Amazon around and forced her down to all fours.

A guttural grunt came out of Gold’s mouth hole.

“Mouth to ass,” I said to Snare. Again, there was no hesitation on the part of my mind-controlled slave. She mimicked Gold’s posture, dropping down like a dog on all fours behind the beaten woman in the leather mask. Now, her mouth dildo, the fake cock that I had strapped to her head, aimed as the tight, firm shelf of Gold’s backside.

“That costume of hers is about as useful as golden paint when she’s in this sort of state. Spread her ass cheeks apart, and use that mouth dildo to fuck her in the ass.”

Snare scooted her legs up under her, gripped the two, firm golden hemispheres of Gold’s ass, and spread them. Gold curled her finger tips, and dug at the floor as Snare closed her eyes, and arched her neck forward. I had moved myself to the side, and now I could watch the gaping maul of her asshole stretch itself to consume the girth of a big purple and white dildo.

A low, shuddering moan came through the leather mouth hole.

“Do you remember who I am, Gold?”

The only things that touched the floor were the very top of Gold’s head, and her toes.

“Bend.”

Her arms were clamped harshly to her sides.

“Bend.”

The energy was making my hands glow now, and I was making the arch of a deep curve with both arms.

“Bend, Gold.”

She hovered, just barely, and her thick supple muscle stood out in all of its definition and power. All of that classic blond hair seemed to gush down in a golden waterfall.

“Bend. Just like that, bend.”

I could see all of those muscles, those fit lines. I could see the bouncy shift of her tits as they spread and lifted towards her face.

“You always loved yoga. I remember you in that leotard, stretching your body this way and that. Long. Muscular. Flexible. And now ageless.”

I was treated, again, to the sound of Gold struggling for breath. With the hood gone, I could see the high cheek bones, the perfection of the goddess’ face. Blue eyes were wide, and I could see her still trying to process all of this.

“I have so much more to put you through.”

The only things that touched the floor were the top of Gold’s head, and the very tips of her toes.

I sat in my chair with my cock unsheathed. I was relaxed now, and practically sunken into the big, plush seat. I was enjoying a hot toddy, and a favorite collection of jazz was streaming through my stereo system. It was a deep, soulful collection, full of rich saxophones and throaty vocals. This was always a favorite of hers.

Snare was in her cage, a cock gag in her mouth, and Gold stood in a stiff posture in front of me. I smiled, she waited, and I nodded at my dick.

I had always enjoyed watching her walk, with the feminine sway of her hips and long stride of those long legs. She did it now, taking those long strides and smoothly coming to her knees in front of me.

“Go ahead.”

Gold’s eyes slid closed, and she stretched her mouth wide.

“You still have no idea what this is all about, do you Tracey?”

My captive was silent. She closed her lips around the shaft, her head on a tilt, and she gave me sweet, small sucking bites. Her pace was slow, and what seemed like an eternity later, her lips found the dome of my tool. She sucked my cock smoothly, gently, waiting for the next chapter of her defeat.

“I have somewhere to take the two of you. You, and your blond partner are going to visit Earth Mother.”

Earth mother was working in her garden, humming a song she’d learned some two hundred years before. She looked up at the sky, then at me, then at the sky again.

“I live so close to the road, but to anyone driving by this is just an average seaside home. They can’t see the plants, they can’t see the magic. Sometimes, it seems a little sad.”

“But you like it like that, don’t you Earth Mother?”

She paused and smiled. “I do. I like this beautiful gift that you brought to my plants.”

“Just like I said I would.”

The plants were happy. They moved in, twisting, turning, snaking out their stalks, and dripping a sticky-sweet nectar. They wrapped their branches like limbs and reached up out of the soil with the thinner roots, moving with the dexterity of fingers. Large, wide petals opened and closed, folding with the pulsing, smoothness of a large, wet hand. The plants were devouring Gold.

I hadn’t turned Gold to stone, but I might as well have. She stood stock-still, her arms at her sides, her muscular legs pinned tightly together. She wasn’t locked in a rigid military posture, or anything unnatural; she simply stood tall and straight. Her eyes were open and locked on the horizon. Gold stood perfectly still.

Thick, vine-like tendrils wrapped themselves around her thighs. They dripped and pulsed, they squeezed in tightly as if they wanted to knead the strong contours of her long, muscular legs. They wanted to feel up the steely muscle, and the slickness of her costume. They rubbed at her crotch, and wrapped across her ass.

A stalk was twisting itself around her torso, rubbing her hard nipples with its leaves.

I watched as a massive leaf folded over her head and shoulders, drooling nectar as it started to consume the blond woman. A vine wrapped around her waist.

Snare was the scarecrow. Her mind still captivated, I had taken time and loving care to lash her to the crossbar of the cross, arms outstretched, legs bound together and lashed tightly to the cross’ long post. Erected in the middle of the garden, the mesmerized, crucified woman watched as the roots, aided by their own plants, drew the soil away and dragged Gold back down below the dirt.

“Thank you,” smiled Earth Mother.

I could only smile back.

Dark Moon’s costume looked like pantyhose. Smoke-black pantyhose. It was a black, pantyhose, nylon body suit, not a gap or a space between her light-brown skin and the black fabric. The boots were equally skin-tight, and the glowed with a liquid gloss. Her eyes were masked.

Limp and helpless, my toxins flowing in her system, she could only whisper as I lifted her above my head.

“Who .. are … you?”

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