Written by Mr. K
1.
Snakehead wondered if she would be easier to capture that Crimson Avenger. He had the element of surprise when he took out Crimson, and that worked out well. But here was this one, staring right at him, her hands glowing with that magical power of hers, she would be a different deal.
He was able to ambush Crimson Avenger, and crush her like an avalanche. He was able to beat her, kick her, and crush her in his arms. He was able to bend her over backwards, strangling her. He was able to stand over the defeated woman in red thinking that it wasn’t much of a fight.
But now there was Night Star.
Both of them were hovering over the city, standing as if they were on solid ground, only they were miles above the midnight lights of the skyline. Her thick. red hair waved in the cool night breeze. Moonlight glinted off the subtle constellation of glimmer on her black body stocking. It occurred to him how different her build was from that of Crimson. She was built much like a gymnast, lean, curvy, and thickly muscled. She was powerfully built, but there was nothing masculine in her hourglass athlete’s frame.
“So, you’re Night Star,” he said. His voice was cleanly articulate in the open, dark air. He looked her up and down; this was the sort of woman Piston would like. He liked them voluptuous and muscular. She was like a fitness model. It would be a pleasure to collect her for him, but Piston wasn’t the employer this time.
“And you must be Snakehead,” she said. Her newscaster voice was just as sharp and clear as his. It had that slight throatiness that you often find in the sultriest of Hollywood actress.
Again, he looked her up and down. This was certainly the woman in the file he’d been given.
Statistics:
Height: 5Õ7Ó
Weight: 135 lbs.
Bust: 34-DD
Waist:: 27
Hips: 36
Hair: Red, waist length
Costume:
Solid-black, all-in-one, second-skin body glove of unknown
material
Imperious to most conventional weapons
Powers:
Flight,
Energy Blast (Usually from hands, but can project from her entire body),
Super Strength,
Ability to turn darkness into a solid form used for
entrapment
He smiled as his mind moved to the next section of the file.
WEAKNESSES:
Sunlight or UV light will diminish her power considerably. Used in an
overwhelming capacity it can be devastating to her.
Can be physically overwhelmed by powerful physical attack, but massive
force is probably needed
That last part sounded good. Snakehead cracked his knuckles. His muscles rippled in the skin-tight green body suit, and he took a moment to size her up. She was curvy, lean, and muscular, with bright red hair that swept down to her waist.
“You’re going to come with me, Night Star. Simple as that. Crimson Avenger resisted, and I nearly killed her. Just come peacefully. Simple as that.”
“Come and take me. Simple as that.”
She punctuated her challenge with a burst of energy from her palms. Snakehead had prided himself on how he could contain his pain when Gold blasted him days before, but right then and there, Night Star got the best of him. The blast sent him cartwheeling through the night sky.
He hit a billboard, smashing through the cola ad and breaking the steel girders on the other side. That hurt.
“Wow! That was fucking powerful,” he groaned.
There was a second or two of actual pain, then he regrouped. He flew at her.
She had encountered a lot of flying villains, but he was probably the fastest and most powerful. Peragrin, the falcon woman , had attacked her so quickly, grabbed her breasts so suddenly, and soared off into the night sky with Night Star as a captive, at such velocity that she barely knew what was happening. The speed at which Peregrin flew, with Night Star’s breasts in her clutches, made the redhead pass out.
She wasn’t lucky enough to pass out when the man who called himself Icarus beat her, took her in his arms as if he was carrying her to their honeymoon suite, and took off soaring into space with her.
“You were born in space, Night Star, and you will die there!”
She remembered watching the sky turn dark, and the stars come out as the winged man soared with her away from Earth.
“There is a lonely, cold cave that I know on Mars. I will bury you alive there.”
She moaned.
She had been beaten by the insane, flying Corsair sister, who soared from either side, crushing her between them. That was how they captured her. They were fast.
Snakehead was faster than all of them. He was more powerful than all of them.
He dove into her with both fists, plowing into her firm middle section. He felt her body give way, and grew aroused when her heard the pain her voice.
“Uhhhggg…”
Doubled over in midair, she was helpless as Snakehead raised a knee and connected with her chin. The heroine’s head snapped back, and she tumbled backwards through the air. Thick, waist-length, red hair flailed out like a banner .
“NNNNGGGG!!!!”
She felt Snakehead grab her ankle, and yank on one lean, muscular leg. The black-clad woman went spinning through the air, only to be caught by the air by the big man and whipped the other way. The large-breasted woman shot in an arc, her mind spinning.
He caught her again, in midair, with a kick to her throat. She let go with a strangled gasp, and clutched at her windpipe. Somewhere in her painful stupor, her blurred vision, she felt a stiffened finger jam into her cunt mound. Snakehead’s strike was hard, and true, making her scream as the blow shuddered through her vagina.
Her black-gloved hands dropped back down to cup her brutalized pussy. The corners of her full, red mouth turned down, her eyes squinted, and she gave her enemy another deep, throaty groan to relish.
“I’m defeating you.”
Twirling in midair he thanked her with a kick to the breasts. Large and round, they mashed together beneath his stomping blow.
Now her hands took hold of the two big mounds, and she began to plummet.
Tumbling, tumbling, she was helpless to do anything as he, again, grabbed her and directed her in another direction. This time he took a handful of her ocean of red, and took off like a fighter jet, heroine in tow. She hung, limp, behind him until they found themselves circling the high tension wires just beyond town. She dangled from his powerful right hand, as he hovered, and then lowered himself, hovered again, and reached down with his left hand. Sparks flew and the air was filled with pops and explosions as Snakehead ripped away a length of the power line. Lights went out in the city, but that was of no concern to him.
“Got something for you, bitch.”
He slowly lowered both of them to the ground, letting her curved and defined body stretch out prone on the earth. Her arms flopped out to either side, and her legs fell open.
“Yeah, I’ve got something great for your sweet, little ass.”
Night Star’s eyes were open, but her head was swimming with pain and confusion. He’d done a real number on her. He’d beaten her up. She offered nothing in resistance as he pulled her legs together, taking the time to run his hands up and down the slick, black costume and the sharp, athletic lines of her body.
“Focus,” she mouthed silently to herself. She envisioned that golden flash that she saw one day in space when she was a NASA astronaut; she envisioned the energy source that gave her the powers that made her Night Star. She remembered the feeling of power, and the new sense of who she was as that cosmic something surged through her.
“Focus,” she whispered to herself.
She remember the first time, working late in a NASA lab, that she realized that her feet had not touched the ground when she nearly stumbled at the top of a flight of stairs. She should have fallen, but she flew.
“Focus…”
Snakehead lashed her legs together at the ankles. He used the torn length of metal cord to wrap and wrap and wrap, enjoying how seeing the definition and strength in her legs when they were pinned like that. She didn’t wear boots like some heroines, but a full body stocking that covered her from head to toe like a second skin. She was in stocking feet, essentially.
“Let’s go!” he yelled, and took off again.
“Focus,” she whispered, as the wind began rushing past her ears.
She dragged along the ground for a moment, then was aloft again. He pulled the former astronaut by her athletic legs as he flew in spirals, higher and higher and higher. He dragged her through the sky.
“I did this to Crimson Avenger earlier today. I thought she was dead at one point! That would have been a bummer.”
He whipped her left and then right and then left. Red hair painted a trail behind her.
“Feel like passing out yet, Red?” he laughed.
Focus.
He felt the vibration of the cord snapping.
“Wha’…?”
Those legs, curvy and strong in their black stockings, spread out sharply in mid air, breaking the wire. Her eyes met his. Night Star, her legs free, spun around and soared at the big man in snakeskin. There was a moment. She expected shock in his face; he showed only a grin.
“OK… Got something else for you, bitch.”
He took something from his belt.
He shook it.
He threw it into her face.
The thing barely touched her skin before it exploded, and ended Night Star’s fight. A huge blossom of ultraviolet light blinded her and tore through each nerve. It burned, and it sucked her superpowers away in the same way sunlight would. Her hands came up to her face, her back arching, every muscle standing out like a woman being electrocuted.
She screamed.
“Ah, there’s the weakness. Don’t like the ol’ sunlight, huh?”
The UV grenade formed a globe around her for a glowing moment.
Still conscious, but weak as a kitten, the lean red head fell, head-first. With her arms limp and drawn up against her sides by the velocity of her fall, the woman dropped like a missile.
Again , Snakehead was aroused. He loved to watch flying heroines knocked from the sky; the falling woman was a thing of beauty. Their bodies were limp, and relaxed. In defeat , they had a special kind of natural beauty. He’d done it to Crimson Avenger just a few hours before, firing an energy blast right into her face as they dueled over the city. It was a joy to watch her drop. It had been a joy to watch Graviton fall like a rock a week ago when he was sent to capture her. He had decided not to catch her, letting her crash through a greenhouse’s glass roof. It was a joy to watch Night Star drop.
They were back over the city, and the odd spectator noticed what looked like a woman’s form dropping through the night sky, and what looked like a man’s body flying down to intercept her, grab her, and soar off into the night sky.
****
Snakehead lit a cigar. It was a new, sweet-smelling beauty that Piston had given him a few days prior. He’d been saving for a special occasion. This was special.
“Knock, knock!” he called. He was standing on the balcony of a penthouse apartment, cigar smoke twisting into the air. Night Star was coiled in fetal position at his feet. She had a rubber ball gag strapped in between her lips. Her wrists were bound behind her back. Her knees were bound together. Her ankles were bound together and lashed to her bound wrists. She was hog-tied. His foot was on her head.
He heard the clicking of high heels from inside the apartment, and the elegant French windows swung open.
A tall woman with curly, blond hair and a red, wet pout of a mouth smiled warmly at him. She stalked on high, high heels, and filled out her business suit with ripe curves and an exercised figure. Hips and big breasts that made a perfect hourglass of her body seemed to sway and ungulate as she moved like a lynx on those high heels. She was like a 1940s model crossed with an Amazon.
“Well, hey stranger!” she laughed. She playfully took the cigar from his mouth and touched it to her lips. She wasn’t a smoker, but she loved to play at being one.
“Hey, yourself. I’ve got the other package for you.” He raised a pointing index finger up at the sky, then turned it downwards. She followed his finger down to feast her eyes on the fallen Night Star.
An even bigger smile spread across the woman’s face.
“Oh…” She released heart-felt laughter. “Oh, me, oh, my…”
Snakehead stepped back, and the blond nudged a foot under the blacked-out woman’s head, and tilted her face up so that the moonlight illuminated the heroine’s perfect features. The redhead had a pert, little up-turned nose, and lush, pouty lips that gleamed with red gloss in the moonlight.
“She’s ten times better than I’d expected.”
She kicked the heroine on to her other side. The unconscious woman’s head rocked gently as her body moved for her new captor. The two victors beamed over the red head. There was something about the way the red hair fell across her face, her pursed, moist red lips. The words she’s mine were about to spill from the blonde’s lips, but were stifled by the sound of breaking bonds. The blonde stumbled back, and Snakehead was already in motion as Night Star stretched out her limbs and shot to her feet. Her eyes were fiery, and she fixed them on the tall blond.
“She’s awake!”
Night Star yanked the ball gag from her mouth, and shot a side kick into Snakehead’s midsection. The big Asian man tumbled back, hit the railing of the balcony, and gave a shock gasp as the metal gave way. Snakehead fell from the balcony.
Night Star turned to the woman.
“Who are you? What am I doing here?”
The tall, elegant woman had collected herself in that split second. She smiled, and cocked her head. She looked at the woman in black with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
Night Star lunged.
There was a hare’s breath of fear, confusion, and movement, as the woman moved in high heels like a jungle cat. Night Star missed her, Snakehead struck, and Night Star slumped to the ground again. She groaned, and tried to push against the floor. She was only able to come up to all fours, her body still weakened by the earlier UV assault.
“Thank you,” said the tall woman. Her voice dripped with sincere gratitude. The big bounty hunter had flown back up, and taken control of the woman he’d been sent to capture.
“Finish her off, then you can have some.”
Snakehead carefully positioned himself behind the weak, crawling redheaded heroine. He looked down at the curve of her ass, and the distinct, thick crease between her thighs. The big man took a deep breath, and lashed out a kick, delivering the toe of his boot into Night Star’s most sensitive place.
Night Star’s scream was throaty and shot straight to the villain’s crotch. He could feel himself rise as the woman’s body stiffened and lurched forward, sprawling face-down on the marble floor. She was helpless as two big, male hands took hold of her shoulders, rolled her over, and took hold of her throat.
All of the power in those massive arms, that massive chest, that rippling back poured into his hands. He closed them around her windpipe, and looked her in the eye as he squeezed the woman’s throat.
Weak hands fumbled against the arms of the man, and the red lips parted in a painful grimace. She could barely make the painful squeak that he heard escape from her mouth as the blue eyes slid shut, and her body went limp. Both sinewy, feminine arms flopped to the floor.
Snakehead wasted no time. He reached down, undid his cod piece and yanked the massive girth from his costume. He moved up the landscape of her curvy body and mounted her face. He reached below, and used one hand to open those lips. The other
took hold of his meat and started shoving and stuffing the wide head and the big girth down into the mouth of the strangled woman.
The tall blond who had hired him watched as her mercenary’s hips started to buck and gyrate rhythmically. He reached out and pinned down her arms, just in case she woke up as he fucked her mouth.
The blond felt her body tremble with excitement. Earlier that night she had watched him bend an unconscious Crimson Avenger over her marble bar, pull away the material from her crotch, and fuck the beaten heroine from behind. She clapped as he pulled out and let her slide off the bar. Now she whispered to herself as he jammed his big prick into Night Star’s mouth.
“Humiliate her.”
She hoped that her new captive could taste her first captive on the bad man’s cock.
“Humiliate her.”
Now his pumping was faster, and his back arching. She made only feeble motions, showing that she was somewhere between consciousness and darkness. He moved his hips faster, and faster, and let out a joyful grunt as he pulled out of her raped mouth and shot his load on the masked woman’s face. Streams leapt into her eyes, and clung to her nose while he howled . It ran into her hair, and dribbled down the high cheek bones.
“Humiliate her.”
Without missing a beat, with cum still pouring out of him, Snakehead maneuvered himself higher on her beaten womanÕs face, and stuffed his balls into her mouth with an almost frantic urgency. He had huge nuts, and had to use both hands to stuff and cram until his sack disappeared into Night Star’s red mouth. The last of his semen was dribbling through her hair, and he was simply enjoying the sight of Night Star being teabagged.
Drowsy eyes were flickering behind the black mask, and the woman was gasping, gagging, and feeling a final shudder of defeat as she body gave up the last spark of resistance.
Slowly, with a gleeful smile on his face, Snakehead pulled his balls out of her mouth, and stood. He kicked her over and put his massive meat away.
“She’s all yours,” he told the panting blond.
They both looked down at the woman. Night Star was face-down on the imported marble of the apartment. Spread-eagle. Her eyes were closed and face was a placid mask of sleep below a red blanket of hair.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice dripping with lust.
“My pleasure,” said the snakeman.
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