Hummingbird

Episode 1

Date: 06/09/03

By Mars Lovely

(marslovely@yahoo.com)

 

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 warehouse’s 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 couldn’t make out the words painted on the boxes, but she didn’t 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.

 

“It’s pretty obvious you ain’t 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.  Hummingbird’s vision exploded into flashing stars and then darkness.  She went limp, barely aware that it was only the guard’s 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 couldn’t managed to will herself into action.

 

The guard un-cuffed Hummingbird’s 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 ain’t 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 I’m 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.  Kendra’s 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 couldn’t 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.

 

“I’d 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.

 

“Don’t 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 didn’t 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 thief’s mind could barely register the pain from the first impact before the last one was finished.  “Dogs don’t 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 don’t 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.  “Don’t miss a drop you skanky mutt or I’ll 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 hadn’t 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.