Gold’s pussy still throbbed. It was still dripping down her inner thighs as she and Nightfall crept down a hallway of the manor. Her powers were low, almost drained, and her legs seemed to wobble beneath her. She felt more like Tracy Hanna, after marathon straight sex than she did the golden heroine who had defeated villains with more might and supernatural power than Piston.
She had to admit the truth; Piston Thorn had her. He had defeated her more than once because he learned how to, and then exploited that knowledge time and time again. He was in this house, somewhere, and she would have to encounter him again, but she had nothing left. She would battle him again, and she tried to force out of her mind the times that he had captured her, she had escaped, attacked him again, and been captured again.
She put it out of her mind. She would win this time.
Nightfall, wasn’t sure if she’d have to carry or drag Gold upon finding her on Piston’s bed. When she slipped in, Gold’s villain lover having ducked out, she found the tall, blond heroine in what seemed almost like a daze. Cum splattered and fucked to the point that her pussy seemed to drool into the sheets, she didn’t respond when Nightfall said her name.
When she sat the woman up, though, there was recognition in her eyes. They were sleepy with sex and defeat, but Tracey Hannah, Gold, was alive in there somewhere.
“Remember me?” whispered Nightfall. The golden woman paused for a moment, then spoke with a voice that seemed as clouded as her vision.
“You’re the sister.”
Nightfall rolled her eyes.
“I’m always the fucking sister. If I get this thing off you, do you think you can walk?”
Her black-gloved hands were already working on turning off the fucking machine, and unstrapping it from the big thighs of the heroine. She pulled the mechanical arm away, and the blond moaned. The dildo was glistening with Gold’s juices.
“Can you walk?”
She could, if haltingly, and now the two women were stalking down a hallway, and coming around a corner. They would find Dark Moon and the others.
They moved silently across the carpet, breathing in the smoke, and sex of the evening; they could smell sweat, and semen, and wet leather. This place, this mansion, had become a palace of defeat for the captured women. Piston had collected a group of villains, they had collected a group of heroines, and he had spent the evening using them as he pleased. Thus far, the night belonged to him.
Gold’s shapely athletic legs felt like jelly. They wobbled, and she had to use the wall to brace herself for a moment. She had rarely felt this weak.
A blond, one of the partiers, with a drink in her hand came stumbling around the corner, her eyes glazed and unfocused. She barely made a noise as Nightfall lashed out an open palm and dropped her where she stood.
They stepped over her, and into Piston’s living room, and into Piston’s grip.
“Dumb bitches. Guys, take care of this.”
Before his words were done, a huge hand had clamed around Gold’s throat, and a thick arm was wrapping around Nightfall’s neck. The women made that startled, strangled noise of heroines who had suddenly had their air clamped off.
Snakehead was strangling Gold.
Rook was strangling Nightfall.
“You really think I left you alone unwatched, you dumb bitch? You really think you could sneak in here unseen? Did you really think you would get away? Did you really think you could beat me?”
Piston was sitting back in his easy chair, his feet up and crossed on Dark Moon’s back. The athletic woman with the midnight hair was on all fours, her head down. She was now his foot rest, and was attending to her duty. He still wore his leg brace, and made it a point to dig its edges against her body from time to time. She would give the slightest of protests from time to time, but the woman in black nylon, and black leather was silent. She was compliant.
“Little sister’s gonna’ get a good fucking, and my golden bitch over there... Dude, stun her ass, stick her in the chair, and have her watch.”
Snakehead had his fist hand around Gold’s windpipe, and she was high up off the floor. Weak, her cunt still dripping and sore, she twisted her mouth a squealed as he dug two fingers into her sex. Again, the big man smiled at the prospect of what he was about to do to a tall, muscular, blond heroine.
His mind rolled back to that British cunt Excaliber, and the way she battled him until, just like Gold, he got her locked up in his hold. He was behind her, and had one hand grasping her big left tit, and one hand pushed into her pussy. Her vulva was big like Gold’s, and he could feel the thick protruding lips, just like with Gold now.
Just like with Excaliber, he now released his power burst with both hands, running a current through her body. This time was different, With the Brit, there was still a moment of resistance before her body went slack, and slowly sank against him. Gold had been broken down so much from the evening that it simply felt like running is power through a flesh statue. Her arms shook at her sides, her eyes widened, and simply slumped to the floor at his feet.
He stepped back, and delivered a kick to her form. She was curled in fetal position on the floor, and absorbed the blow silently. Blond hair shook, and a lean body trembled, but the woman offered nothing. Gold was out.
The Rook grabbed her below the arms, and went to toss her into the chair, but Piston stopped her.
“No. Wait. Just make a bed out of her and put little sister on her. You hear that, foot rest? Turn so that you can see my boys fuck your sister.”
Like a lethargic, mechanical lazy Susan, she slowly, slowly turned herself. Piston lifted his feet so that she could move. Her vision fell on Gold’s body, stretched spread-eagle on the floor, and the sight of her sister, Nightfall, being placed on top of her. She watched as the woman’s head was nestled between Gold’s large, round breasts.
She watched as the big men, Rook and Snakehead, started to strip themselves of their costumes. Nightfall’s eyes fluttered in a drowsy, semi sleep. Somewhere in the back of her beaten defeated mind, Dark Moon knew that her sister was joining the club of broken, defeated superheroines.
She watched as a big hand forced her sister’s mouth open, and a man’s body covered her, delivering a massive erect cock to her red lips.
“Choke her with it, man.”
The big meat, inch by inch, disappeared into the Latina’s mouth, down her throat. Her eyes suddenly widened, as her body began its struggle for air, but another set of hand quickly caught her arms and pinned them down against Gold’s. The blond lay like an object while the brunette struggled for air. She was pinned, and would have to accept a thick male member stuffed down into her windpipe.
Her whole body trembled in a futile attempt to save itself.
Dark Moon stayed on all fours.
Neither sister, or the sleeping Gold could react to the movement in the air, and the red blur in the doorway. Dark Moon felt her master’s muscles tense for a second, but remained a good, obedient piece of furniture as Scorpio shot herself across the room in a flying side kick. She had always said that a flying side was relatively impractical, but under certain circumstances could be quiet effective. This must have been one of those times.
Snakehead, who was holding down Nightfall, caught a red-clad foot right in the face. The blow must have struck right into the bridge of his nose, because the sound resonated through the room, and he recoiled as if an electric shock had exploded through his head. Naked and focused on the young woman below him, the big Asian man found himself arcing backwards and rolling on the floor, a banner of red shooting from his face. He hit the ground hard, but was already on his way up when Scorpio was given Rook his own personal kick in the face.
Even in the haze of her sullen defeat, Dark Moon could see…could feel…the power that flowed through Scorpio as she took on the two naked super rapists. There was still pain in her body, but she was still fighting and flowing again like the powerful superwoman that Maria…Dark Moon…found so captivating.
Snakehead shot a front kick at her, and Scorpio rolled out of the way, leaving him to lunge forward in midair. The woman in red came to her feet and shot forward with her own front kick. The big, stumbling man released a huff of pain as she connected with his kidneys, and he connected with other big villain.
The Rook had yanked his cock out of Nightfall as he fell back from the woman whose face he was fucking. Now he was under the avalanche of Snakehead. The two of them became a heap on the floor.
Snakehead came up again, wheeling around to face Scorpio, and lunged at her. If his superior mass had caught her, he would have pinned her to the floor, crushed her. But Scorpio was a fluid force. She fanned him to the side, shifting her body out of the way, and sent him soaring into Piston.
The rocker, the man who had put together a night of pleasure for his groupies using the bodies of superwomen, was struggling to get off his chair, and his foot rest. A man of average physical prowess, and injured, he was able to do nothing was shudder and break as the massive Snakehead met him in that one, elegant moment.
For the second time that night, Piston heard his bones break.
Twisted under Snakehead, he could feel the dull, pulsing pain of his body pumping blood to what was newly busted. He could feel Snakehead starting to get up, and he could the sound of power, raw energy, erupting from Scorpio’s body. He could hear The Rook hit the floor.
“Fucking bitch,” he heard Snakehead hiss. “I’ll show you power.”
Piston was blinded by a green glow that suddenly surrounded Snakehead. Drooling, his face twisted with anger, the damaged man stood and held his hands out in front of him. His eyes fell on Scorpio, and he howled with rage.
“I’ll show…”
When Dark Moon’s gloved fist dug deep into his balls, he swallowed the rest of his words. When Dark Moon’s gloved fist slammed into his balls, Snakehead’s super power surrendered to his pain as a man. An average man.
When the woman who had been a piece of furniture until a moment before leapt up broke Snakehead’s jaw with a classic boxing hook. He fell sideways, and Scorpio’s next energy burst caught him in the face.
There was a moment when it seemed as though his body would resist, but a split second later, he was as dormant as Gold and The Rook.
And then there was quiet.
Dark Moon looked at Scorpio, both women barely able to stand. These were the last bursts of power that each of them had left, and the look that they shared seemed to say that they had had enough. Scorpio knelt, and helpled Nightfall up from Gold’s supine form.
“Is she dead?” asked Nightfall, as she slowly made her way up from the fallen Gold.
“I don’t know,” said Scorpio. “We have to see, and get these idiot’s secured and turned over to the authorities. God, I’m so weak. I swallowed some of Satyr’s poison. My powers are stronger than his, but…God….”
The two nylon-clad sister’s came to lean against each other. Their eyes met.
“Hey, sis,” chuckled Dark Moon.
“Hey.” Her mouth still tasted of cock, but she laid a kiss on the cheek of her voluptuous sister. “Came as soon as I could.”
“You’re not going to rub this in my face? Well, hell, I rescued you anyway didn’t I?”
Nightfall rolled her eyes.
“Oh come on.”
“No, really…”
Scorpio arched her back and gathered strength. It was time for cleaning up.
Salvaging
There was two battered groupies in the back of the van. They were blond and gorgeous. They wore leather and denim. They were angry, and they were seething.
“Let’s kill her! Just kill her!”
“Yeah. It’s time for this bitch to die. They captured Piston, they…those bitches. They captured everyone and ruined everything. Let’s kill her.”
From the shadows of the van’s cab came Vince’s voice.
“Don’t kill her. I have a better idea. Something more artistic.”
Tina…CutLass was on her back on the floor of the van. Her arms were behind her, wrists bound and lashed to her bound ankles. Hogtied. Her eyes were covered in tape, as was her mouth. She was unconscious.
“I have much better idea.”
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