Hummingbird
Episode
1
Date:
06/09/03
By Mars Lovely
NOTE: The following story
contains elements of an adult nature, and those less than 18 years of age,
or those who are offended by bondage, non-consensual sex, rape and torture
should read no further. All
characters are the creation of the
author.
Hummingbird crouched on
the edge of the warehouses roof.
From this vantage, she could see the entire dock
area. Four men hustled from
a side door of the warehouse, two by two carrying long wooden
boxes. In the darkness she couldnt make out the words painted
on the boxes, but she didnt need to see it to realize they were filled
with weapons. Guns; rifles,
machine guns, definitely something bigger and nastier then Saturday Night
Specials that the typical street trashed
used. They were either a lot
of them in the boxes, or they were very heavy, considering the way the men
strained carrying them to their van.
Maybe, Kendra
mused to herself, maybe they are just some of the wimpiest thugs
around.
Taking one last look across
the dock to size up her approach, she sped to the far end of the
roof. Absently she toyed with
the silvery metallic earring that dangled from her right ear
lobe. Her incredible speed,
strength and reflexes were all derived from that tiny piece of jewelry her
grandmother had left for her as an
inheritance. She had never known
the woman, or if her grandmother had been aware of the powers that her gift
bestowed. That was something
Hummingbird had always figured would become clear in the
future.
Focusing back on the impending
fight, she accelerated as she ran back across the length of the
warehouse. She knew she could
run well over 100 miles an hour.
Faster then the eye could follow in fact, but if was difficult to
measure that kind of speed without some scientific
assistance. In this town, the
only scientific assistance like that was Biowolf Labs, and Kendra knew enough
to stay clear of that outfit.
She was moving around 60 miles an hour when she leapt from
warehouse. The speed and a
prodigious leap from rooftop was enough to propel her, somersaulting fluidly
through the night air. With
a loud thump she landed on the
van. The metal buckled and collapsed with the
impact. One man inside the van
was knocked out from the roof dropping on to his
head. His partner tumbled out
awkwardly landing on the dock and scrambling
backwards.
What the fu..
he started to yell, but Hummingbird, having recovered from her less then
graceful landing, hopped down kicking the man on her way to the ground.
He crumpled to the ground without
finishing his question. In a
blur, she raced back into the shadows before the other two emerged from the
warehouse.
The apparent leader thundered
at the prone man, What the hell are you doing
dip-shit?!
Carefully setting the wooden
crate the ground, he crossed over and kicked the down man in the
shoulder. Kneeling, he grabbed
the collar of the unconscious man and shook
him. What the hell
happened?
Darting from the shadows
with blinding speed, Hummingbird repeatedly punched him around his
head. Within seconds, he fell
next to the other unconscious man.
She spun around looking for the last man, who she spotted running
along the warehouse into the dark
alleyway. Pulling the tight
pink spandex top of her costume down, as it had ridden up her chest during
the fight. Her hand drifted
across her tight abdomens. Since
developing her super speed, she had burnt off every trace of body fat and
had become quite muscular. Not
with mannish muscles like the body builders she watched on the Sports Channel,
but more like the lean muscles of a dancer or a
gymnast. Sprinting after the
fleeing thief, Kendra quickly overtook him, spun about and held out her upturned
hand.
Stop!
She commanded feeling confident and
in charge, until the door opened
behind her, knocking her forward and off
balance. More through instinct
then design, the fleeing thief threw out a punch that caught her as she bounced
forward from the door. Kendra dropped to her knees,
stunned. She was barely aware as her hands were pulled behind her
back. With cold metal cuffs
locking her hands behind her, her chest thrust out to the amusement of the
thief.
Well, well, well,
the security guard chortled as he walked around in front of
Hummingbird. He grabbed a fistful
of her hair and hauled her back to her
feet. Looking back to the truck,
the guard slammed Hummingbird into the wall, face
first. This bitch took
the four of you out, and fucked up the
van? In thirty
seconds?
Kendra vaguely pieced together
that the guard must have been helping the thieves, and he had accidentally
hit her while coming out the side door.
Through the haze of pain, she felt blood flowing from her nose, as
the guard leaned harder to press her face against the rough
wall.
Its pretty
obvious you aint a cop, the guard spoke with a condescending
and lewd tone, still holding her head against the wall by a fist full of
hair. Using his free hand he
pulled at the waist band of her paints.
The shiny material pulled away revealing a plain black thong running
between her softly curved buttocks.
Aside from her mask, most
of her costume was just a spandex workout
suit. It fit tightly so as to
not interfere with her high speeds, and had been flashy enough to fit her
mental image of a super heroine.
Most of the creeps she took on never got much of a chance to see her,
let alone touch her. Her precarious
position now made her wonder if it had been the best idea for a costume after
all.
Turning her head to speak,
she paused for a moment trying to say something witty and
heroic. In that second the guard
slammed her head against the wall again.
Hummingbirds vision exploded into flashing stars and then
darkness. She went limp, barely
aware that it was only the guards grip on her hair that held her upright
against the warehouse. The voices
were incoherent and seemed to be from far
away. She knew she was in trouble
and had to move, but couldnt managed to will herself into
action.
The guard un-cuffed
Hummingbirds one hand then turned her around to face
him. Near the top of the door,
an overhead light stuck out.
Locking her hands together again, he wrenched then up over her head
and hooked then over the light socket.
This left Hummingbird standing on the tips of her toes and her arm
stretched painfully over her head.
The other thief came up
along the guard to admire his
work. Guess she
aint going anywhere soon? he laughed.
One thing I
learned, the guard mentioned leering at his prisoner, is not
to take any chances! He
drove his fist violently into her taunt stomach muscles, causing her to gasp
as the air was driven from her lungs.
He followed with a second and a third
punch. These super hero
chicks always seem to pop back up and kick your ass the minute you think
they are out for the count!
You go wake up the
others, get the guns in the van. I think Im going to need a few minutes with my new
girlfriend here. She moaned
and began wriggling against her restraints.
Tough girl,
eh? he muttered then punched
in the gut again, hard enough to lift her off the
ground. Grabbing the hair on the top of her head, he slammed it
back into the wall several times, until Hummingbird was
silent. Working quickly, the guard pulled a pocket knife and set
upon her shirt, slicing the thin material straight down the front, and then
ripping it wide open.
The rush of the cold night
air caused her skin to tingle. In her unconscious mind, she fantasized about red silk
begin pulled across her exposed skin by an unseen
hand. The enticing sensation aroused her as she longed for her
dream lover to join her. She
moaned in a low yearning tone as his disembodied hands grasped her hips and
pulled her forward. She arched
forward as those phantom hands slid inside the waist of her paints and abruptly
pulled them down her legs. A
second rush of cold air caused a sharper gasp of air to escape her
mouth. oh baby
oh baby
she mumbled in
anticipation. Though it hurt
at first when the hands roughly yanked the thong from her body, even the
pain caused the growing animal lust in her to
explode. She reached out
with her legs and clasped her invisible paramour between her
thighs. His strong fingers dug
into her breasts, crushing with a frantic
grip. Using all her strength,
she thrust her crotch against him. Even with it still in his paints she could feel his cock
bulging, straining to enter her.
Grunting and grasping, she thrust harder and pulled him tighter as
if she could through sheer strength pull his cock into her through his
clothes.
He released his grip on
her breasts, which once freed began to sway and jiggle from the force of
her relentless humping. Kendra
could feel the hands caress her cheeks, each touched seemed to release an
electric jolt, causing her to spasm and jerk him harder against her blazing
thighs. Her hips began to blur
as they hammered against his waist.
Uuhhnngh!!!
Humming bird groaned loudly as the electric stings to her face multiplied,
her head rocked back and forth, slamming back into what she imagined was
the ornate headboard in her boudoir.
Kendras enflamed outer lips screamed, raging for more sensations,
her pussy had been moist and was now dripping in rampant
desire. Fuck me
fuck
me please
. she moaned desperate for
completion.
The smell of her vaginal
juices, mixed with the odors of sweat and blood, fed her
frenzy. Suddenly, her hands
were free and she fell on top of her
lover. Clawing like an animal,
she ripped his belt off and tore open his
paints. As wet as she was, she
had no problem sliding his erect dick deep into her in one
shot. Bobbing up and down on
him as hard and fast as she could, Hummingbird drove his penis as deeply
into her hot hole.
Even in her animalistic
passion she could sense another person approaching before she felt her head
snap back. The new figure held
her hair, forcing her to arch back
painfully. Lashing out she grabbed
the man by the front of his paints and dragged him
closer. Using both hands she
quickly dragged his paints down to his ankles and lounged forward to capture
his flaccid penis in her mouth. At
first it was soft, but as she held his struggling waist and sucked on it,
it began to harden. Madly licking
and sucking at the bulbous head, she timed her pelvic thrusts so she could
drive one penis deeper into her throat, and then drive the other deeper into
her molten pussy on the back stroke.
Within seconds she felt the second man tense and began driving his
cock into her mouth on his own. He
was screaming something, but she couldnt make out the
words. They seemed distant and
drowned out by the roar of her burning need to be completely
fucked.
His body trembled then
released a torrent of jism into her
mouth. His cum spewed into mouth
and she swallowed as much as she could before he fell
backwards. One last spurt splattered
against her face, landing in her eye and sliding down her
cheek. Without missing a stroke
Kendra had continued to ride her lover. The burning friction in her cunt had begun build towards
a peak. Throwing her head back,
she began moaning louder, gurgling the remaining cum in her
mouth. Pulling on her own nipples and gyrating her hips she slammed
down on his quivering dick until they both exploded
simultaneously. With a loud
wet pop, she felt his sperm flood into
her. The rippling waves of her
own climax rocked her. Her eyes
rolled back and she arched backwards screaming out in ecstatic rage.
Slowly, in the quietness
that covered the dock, Kendra regained her
senses. Through the blood and
rapidly swelling bruises across her face, she could make out the sobbing
shapes of two men near her. The
guard cried soundlessly, clawing at the
ground. His bare legs lay at
odd angles to his body and his pelvis appeared to be crushed nearly
flat. The only thing that appeared
solid was his dick, and that was losing its rigidity
quickly. Cowering against the
far wall of the alley was one of the thieves and his tattered trousers were
around his ankles.
Tasting the blood and semen
in her mouth Hummingbird gagged. Her head was still ringing from the beating she had endured,
but her mind was awash from the vivid fantasy she had dreamed while it
happened. Slowly, she regained
her composure as she absently she wiped the trail of cum from her cheek,
and licked it from her finger. The
handcuffs dangled loosely on her wrists, having been bent and contorted from
her efforts, up until the chain snapped.
Twisting each in turn, the hardened steel locks cracked and fell to
the ground, barely leaving a mark on her pale
skin.
Kendra felt
better. She thought ironically
to herself, I just raped the dogs who thought they were going to sexually
maul me. Her jogging shirt hung,
sliced in half from her left shoulder.
Throwing it from the dock, it quickly was lost in the choppy
water. She stood and gracefully
pulled her tights from her one ankle.
Proudly naked, her large breast swayed as she bent over the security
guard, who gargled incoherent noises.
Grabbing his pocket knife, she blew a kiss at
him. Nudging his crushed hips
with her foot caused him to groan as blood trickled from his
mouth.
Id have that
looked it; you might need a little more then a Band-Aid for that
boo-boo.
Snickering to herself she
walked across the alley she approached the cowering thief.
A breeze blew in off the water,
both chilly and refreshing. Her
battered nipples tingled and stiffen from the sensation of being open to
the night air. Holding the pocket
knife strategically between her jutting breasts, she demanded the thief to
give her his shirt.
Terrified and mesmerized
by the half naked and visibly empowered
heroine. Stripping off his
camouflage shirt, he timidly surrendered it to her, leaving him naked except
for a dirty t-shirt and work boots.
She quickly cut away the sleeves and donned the
shirt. Leaving it unbuttoned
and tying it off around her midriff, her chest was barely contained in
it. Tossing her tights to the
thief, she waited as he looked puzzled at the shiny
material.
Dont just stand
there with your limp dick swinging in the breeze, put them back on me like
I had them before! Her
commanding voice startled even herself.
She had never felt so powerful and in
charge. He immediately approached, his head lowered afraid to
make eye contact. Kneeling he
reached for her outstretched leg with the
garment.
Her hand swiped down, striking
his cheek and knocking him to the
ground. I said like I
had them before! Using
the knife, Kendra collected some of the semen that had dribbled out of her
cunt from her inner thigh.
Crouching along the prone thief she wiped the blade across his
lips. Then slowly but forcefully
slide it between his lips and across his
tongue. I didnt
have this nasty spunk on me before, did I?
Straddling his head, she
pinned his arms to the ground with her
legs. Locked between her powerful
legs, he looked up at the kneeling heroine with an intense fear that excited
her all the more. Better
do a good job and quick, she warned as she toyed with the knife, hanging
it above his head between her thumb and forefinger, or you might have
a very serious accident like your friend over
there.
He immediately set to work
with his tongue. Locking his
mouth around her dripping snatch, he alternated between sticking his tongue
into her gooey cum filled hole, and sucking at the mixture of fluids that
slimed out. Her juices, his
salvia, and the thick pungent jism all flowed into his
mouth. Only after he had dutifully
cleaned her pussy and the surrounding skin, did he pause to look up and address
her. She was lost in another
fantasy, her head tossed back and one hand inside the shirt, pulling on her
nipple, twisting it till the pain caused her to
shudder.
Trying to simultaneously
look at her, and avoid looking into her angry eyes, he cleared his throat
and asked, Should I go on
Mam
er
Miss
Her glare quickly transformed
into a kind smile. Oh
such a good puppy, wants to please me now? she cooed as she ruffled
his hair. A flash of relief
flickered in his eyes at the tone, but as quickly as it disappeared, the
vicious anger flooded back into her
face. Grabbing a handful of
his hair she drove his head down to the ground a dozen times in a lightening
fast move. The thiefs
mind could barely register the pain from the first impact before the last
one was finished. Dogs
dont talk!
Locking his head between
her thighs, she forced her crotch tightly against his gaping
mouth. Pinching his nose, she
added I need to wash that naughty fucking mouth out with something,
but I dont have any soap.
As he opened his mouth further to gasp for air, Kendra tensed her
stomach muscles and began pissing straight into his desperately stretched
mouth. Struggling to turn his
head, she held him immobile.
Dont miss a drop you skanky mutt or Ill bash your
skull!
The threat was clear enough
to pierce the fog of pain and confusion in his
head. He ceased to struggle
and began to swallow as quickly as he
could. His face turned red,
growing darker by the second as his lungs screamed for
air. He fought for control of
his throat as his body reflexively tried to breath, despite being filled
with her hot urine. Finally
after what seemed to be forever, she released his nose allowing him to draw
a deep breath while she continued filling his
mouth. After a few remaining
spurts, she at last finished relieving herself into
him. Instinctively, he extended
his tongue to wipe any remaining drops from her
lips.
Good dog, she
complimented him as she stood up.
Facing him, she lifted one leg towards his face, now you may
put my shorts back on.
Feebly he rose to his hands
and knees. Forcing himself to
hold down the cum and urine that churned in his stomach, he carefully dusted
the shorts, to make sure they were as clean as he
could. With a shaky movement,
he slipped them over one foot, then over the other as she shifted her weight
and switched feet. Without looking
up, he pulled the shorts up past her knees, then her pale
hips. He arranged them as carefully
as he could; covering her still glistening cunt and making sure that the
edges were smooth. Dropping
back down to a supine position, he knelt before
her. She rested one foot on
his shoulder, and performed a final adjustment of the tight fitting paints
herself.
It was a strange feeling
swelling inside of her chest. She was proud and thrilled with the outcome of the fight,
not despite her wanton sexual gratification, but because she had taken charge
of it. She hadnt been
beaten and raped as the men planned, but rather stopped them dead in their
tracks, and got off on it too! She
felt dirty in the best way.
Pulling her hair back, she began to run off at top speed, just seeming
to disappear to the confused thief.
Two seconds later and several
blocks away, she stopped and turned
back. The crooks were still
lying dazed or unconscious around the alley
way. Going to the boxes, she
dug her fingers into the wooden crate and ripped the top
free. Reaching in, she pulled
a hefty rifle like weapon from the
padding. Had she the normal
strength for a woman her size, the gun would have too heavy for her to even
consider using it. But, with
her strength she was able to easily lift it, even holding it out stretched
in one hand. Ripping the second
crate open, she found hundreds of what appeared to be batteries and long
narrow arrows. Packing the gun
into the second crate, along with a thick book of instructions, she replaced
the cover and, albeit awkwardly, raced away into the
night. If the gun was good enough
for those bozos to want to steal it, maybe it would be good enough for
Hummingbird to us it against the rest of the low life scum that plagued this
city.