Date: 06/09/03
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.
Kendra liked her
new Hummingbird costume. It
was a light blue mono-kini which was the marketing term for the
skimpiest one-piece bathing suit around.
The shoulder straps were narrow, connecting together just below her
large chest. The extra cleavage
tended to distract the average crook, and with her incredible speed and reflexes,
gave her all the time she needed to get the upper
hand. On top of the
mono-kini she wore a yellow leather jacket with a matching blue
trim. It gave her bit of color,
a bit more protection but most importantly, pockets to hold things
in. She also wore matching blue
gloves and combat boots. Though
the boots were a little cumbersome, she needed the extra traction when running
through the city, plus the steel tips helped to protect her feet when kicking
down doors.
Her original costume
had basically been her jogging outfit with a
mask. So many things in her life, like the magical earring that
granted her these powers, just happened to Kendra, she tended
to go with the easy route. But
now, she felt in charge, empowered mentally like the plain silver loop had
done for her body. Her new costume,
she thought, reflected her new attitude.
To top the costume
off, she wore a yellow mask that covered her eyes and
forehead. To most of criminal
types, she was nothing but a blur, but those damn photographers had been
had been gearing up for her. Since
she first made her appearance, their pictures had been getting sharper despite
the speed at which she moved.
Kendra guessed there was no money in selling a picture of a blur running
through a crime scene.
The mask kept them
from identifying her, but it was only a matter of
time. The one lady, Daria Gray
seemed to have made it her lifes work to get the most embarrassing
photo of her. She always seemed
to have the pictures of Hummingbird crashing into the garbage cans or lying
half unconscious with her legs spread as a villain loomed over
her. Worse, she had printed
another of her pulling out a wedgie out of her butt cleavage, a definite
downside of the mono-kini.
Despite having saved her life several times already, Gray kept publishing
those damn pictures. Bitch, she thought to herself, next
time she pulls a Lois Lane, maybe
Ill let the bad guys get her.
A gunshot and squealing
tires interrupted Hummingbirds thoughts of
vengeance. Several blocks up,
an old car sped around a corner.
One man hung out of the back window brandishing a
gun. Police sirens began to
wail. Racing from her vantage
point, Hummingbird caught up with the get away
car. Before the gunman could react, she had snatched the gun
away from him. Still running
along side, she held the gun in front of him, and bent the barrel till the
handle cracked. Tossing the
crushed weapon back into the open window, she punched him once in the
forehead. The force of the blow knocked him back inside the car
where he crumpled to the floor unconscious.
Pacing along the
car with the driver, she reached into the window and grabbed the steering
wheel. Stop the
car! She demanded, holding
the wheel steady against his wild attempts to turn the
car. Quite unexpectedly, he
shoved the door open so it smacked against her side and throwing off her
balance. Hummingbirds
legs came out from under her and she fell to the ground tumbling out of
control. Smashing into a telephone
pole, she grunted and the wind was knocked out of
her. Only her ultra-dense skin
prevented her from having a world-class road rash along her long
legs. Still she could taste copper in her mouth as she coughed
gasping for air. Spitting out
a little blood she looked at the steering wheel, still firmly in her
grasp. In the distance the car
weaved as the thief hit the brakes, it skidded, turning sideways then flipped
over on its side.
Hummingbird rolled
back from the telephone pole. The
thick wood was cracked from the impact and the wood continued to splinter
with a low moan as it began to fall.
Smile for the camera she heard from behind
her. Daria Gray stood there,
face behind a camera taking shot after shot of her getting to her
knees. So focused on the heroine,
she failed to notice the pole that precariously tumbled towards
her.
Are you
stupid? Hummingbird yelled
regaining her feet and racing to the
photographer. Sweeping her up
over a shoulder, she whisked her safely away from
danger. Grinding to a halt,
she heard the camera shutter clicking
away. After unceremoniously
dumping the woman to the ground, Hummingbird glared at her, What are
you doing?
Well, the
view was so marvelous; I thought Id take a few snapshots as a
memento.
Hummingbird looked
over her own shoulder. She could
see that Darias comments were directed at her own
buttock. Dont you
ever get tired of showing the world my
ass? She asked, fixing
the wedgie.
Dont
you ever get tired of showing it off to the
world? Daria snidely
retorted. I mean
wouldnt wearing a real pair of runners pants solve the problem
without interfering in your movement?
Theres
a whole psychology thing going on here, Hummingbird replied, trying
to sound confident, the outfit is meant to distract the
criminals.
Ill
bet it does, God knows it distracts me
Daria voice had a suggestive
tone. She reached up to Hummingbird,
expecting assistance in returning to her
feet.
Without thinking,
she grabbed her hand and pulled her
upright. Daria stepped in closer,
face to face with her. How
can I ever thank you for saving me, again?
Hummingbird could
feel Darias breathe on her lips as the reporter stared, almost longingly
into her eyes. Stepping back,
she felt tiny compared to the
photographer. Her confidence
and poise felt daunting, well out of proportion to Darias physical
size. Her dark eyes seemed to
be eternally deep pools that threatened engulf her.
Ive
uhh
got
to go
she stuttered backing
away. Daria fluttered her long
lashes and pouted.
What, are
you in a hurry? She walked
closer again. Daria adjusted
the strap of her camera, sliding it behind
her. See, no more
pictures.
Hummingbird nervously
stared at her. Despite the turmoil,
her long silken black hair was still neatly pulled back into a
ponytail. Her charcoal dress
suit was smooth and unwrinkled as it clung to her well-defined
form. She couldnt understand
what it was about Daria Gray that so affected
her. She had been riding high
on her newfound confidence as a super heroine, but it all faded away when
confronting this stunning reporter.
She felt like a guilty child looking up at an adult who knew
everything. Darias eyes
seemed like the cold expanse of infinity, but grounded by her smile that
seemed so charming and intimate.
Trying to break
the prolonged eye contact, she brushed off her jacket and focused on a loose
thread, as if it were more important.
Would you like an interview or
something?
Oh,
Daria answered, an interview, or something, she emphasized
the word something, would be terrific
After all
those horrid pictures you printed, why on earth would I give you an interview?
You would be the last person on earth I should reveal anything
to!
Im hurt Hummingbird, those
pictures were the best I had! You
are not an easy person to get a focus on, on you
know. Besides, were they that
bad? I thought they showed a
human element to the legend, Daria was again standing face to face
with her. They showed
the woman in the hero and the realty of the hazards you face, both the mundane
and the extraordinary.
Hummingbirds
heart was in her throat. She
could feel it pulsing throughout her
body. What is going on
here? she wondered as she watched Darias crimson lips form each
assuring word. It was a sensation
of awe and attraction that consumed her.
Kendra struggled with the feelings, as she had never felt this way
about anyone before, let alone a woman.
The wailing sirens
of the arriving police cars broke the
silence. Daria was suddenly
an arms length away, still smiling with that enchanting
presence. Maybe you do
need to go now, before the police start questioning
you. With a smooth flick, she produced a business card and
handed it to the stunned heroine.
Call me she said, with a tone that was almost a
command. Well do
a lunch, or
something. Turning, Daria walked away, her camera snapping away at
the crashed car and the police surrounding the
criminals. She turned and took one picture of Hummingbird as she
stated to run away.
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Kendra felt odd. She
sat in her tub covered with bubbles that contrasted against both her red
hair and pale skin. Sitting
on the edge of the tub was the card.
Darias colorfully adorned business
card. Daria Gray, who before
tonight, had been her antagonist, and now was an enigma to her, had she really
meant what she said about all the embarrassing newspaper photos of
Hummingbird? Kendra ran her
fingers along her leg, massaging the bruised
muscles. By morning, she knew
they would be fine due to her heightened ability to heal, but what wouldnt
be gone were the strange emotions that plagued
her. Was she hitting on
me? Kendra wondered, secretly
titillated by the thought.
Shes
so
composed. Kendra
thought back to how maintained and controlled Daria had been, not just earlier
with the telephone pole nearly landing on her, but at the bank when she was
the robbers hostage, and when the psycho seeking revenge for being
fired threw her from the balcony during a Christmas
party. Every time Hummingbird
had saved her from certain death, she remained fluid and
self-assured. There was a deeper
mystery there too. Something
about her eyes, those luscious black eyes that seemed to see everything while
they probed your soul.
Kendra bolted upright in the tub, sending a wave of water over the
edge. She had been rubbing the
thin line of hair that trailed to her
womanhood. She felt flushed
and uncomfortable over her unconscious sexual
actions. What am I
doing?
Leaving the warm water, she wrapped a towel around her buxom figure
and went to her room. Sitting
in front of her mirror, she busied herself blow-drying her shoulder length
hair, naturally flame red. Staring
at her reflection, she paused to acknowledge that she was an attractive young
woman, and perhaps another woman could desire her,
physically. But Im
straight! She caught herself
drifting towards mental images of Daria
again. Dropping the towel, she
strode to her bed and donned her costume
again. I need to get out
NOW! She said to
no one in particular. I
need to do something, anything, to get her out of my
mind!
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she laced up her boots as her eyes
wandered back to the bathroom. The
card sat there, just in sight. She
walked over and picked it up, intensely debating calling the number or throwing
it away. Neither
she decided, slipping it into her
pocket. It may come in
handy to have a helpful member of the
press.
In a blink, she
was gone, leaping out the window.
The four-story drop might have seriously hurt a normal person, but
as Hummingbird, she landed solidly but stood back
up. Fixing the perpetual wedgie,
she glanced around the dark streets and sped off into the
night.
Randomly racing
through the city was enough of a challenge to clear her
mind. Cars running red lights
or turning unexpectedly kept her focused on the task of
running. Pedestrians, who seemed to be moving in slow motion to
her, would suddenly stop or turn, so keeping an eye on them was
critical. If she were to hit
one of them, even a glancing blow from her hand, they could b seriously
injured. She was moving faster then the human eye could follow,
so they would never see it coming.
They would just, if lucky enough to survive, wake up in the ambulance
or hospital. It felt good to
run, to let loose and charge forward as fast as she could, bounding over
intersections and weaving between signs and people.
It wasnt long
before she came across some action.
Four burley men were fighting out front of a
nightclub. The biker looking bouncer stayed back, hands in the air
and unwilling to get into the fight.
People poured out into the street to watch the men bash each
other. Leaping first to the
hood of an SUV at the edge of the crowd, she used it as a springboard to
clear the onlookers and land between the
combatants. Hummingbird reached
up and grabbed the shoulders of the closet two, she twisting them towards
her with a tug, trying to get their attention.
Stop
it! She shouted over the
roar of the crowd, but both men followed through with her spin and
punched. Both landed solid hits to her breasts, which knocked the
air out of her, and sent her sailing into the
mob. She was picked up, poked,
grabbed and prodded instantly.
Slapping the drunken sneer off the lewd Samaritan who held her up
with one hand on her ass and another on her sore tit, she jumped back into
the fight.
She kicked one man
behind the knee, pitching him backwards and followed up with a clothesline,
which flipped him head over heels.
He crashed to the ground, choking and coughing from the
impact. A spinning high kick
sent the next man twirling in the air.
The last two men stopped fighting each other to glare at the tiny
woman who had knocked their friends out.
Mind your
own business cunt! one growled
Beat you
twat! the other added, not to be left out.
Is that what
passes for witty repartee in the bar
scenes? Not much of a pick up
line if you ask me! She taunted the large
men. The one lounged forward
to grab her, but she ducked under his outstretched arms, only to suddenly
stand, lifting him up on her shoulder.
Grabbing his legs, she whipped him off her shoulder into a bone rattling
body slam on the pavement.
The last man swung
at the back of her head, hoping to catch her off
guard. Before his fist could have even reached her, Hummingbird
had sped behind him. Lurching
forward, he turned and tried to swing at her
again. She swatted his hand
aside and landed a dozen slaps across both cheeks in a
flurry. The crowd roared its
approval of the sexy heroines antics.
Dazed he stood,
towering over her. Flipping
trough a handstand, she sprang on to his
shoulders. His surprised face
was buried in the thin light blue material that mostly covered her
crotch. She paused for a moment
to drink in the crowds wild celebratory support for
her. Locking him in a headlock
with her legs, she threw her weight backwards, monkey flipping
him. He crumbled and rolled across the street as the crowd
parted way for his unconscious body.
The longhaired bouncer
approached, cautiously with open hands.
His big belly stretched the black Harley t-shit to it threshold, but
he still looked like a dangerous man.
Lifting his sunglasses above his forehead, he held out his hand to
shake hers. Thanks there
missy, those ass clowns would have ruined the
party!
She shook his hand
and the crowd screamed. Distracted
by the cheers, she was caught off guard as the bouncer pulled her close and
lifted her to his shoulder. Slowly
he rotated her around, displaying her to the
throng. Cmon in
and join us little lady he shouted up to
her. Hopping down to the ground,
she let him led the way back into the
bar. One drunken face after
the other pushed towards her, only to be rebutted by the bouncers thick
hands.
What about
them? She asked, thumbing
over her shoulder to the doors.
After that
ass whipping, I doubt theyll be back here any time
soon!
As the crowd poured
back inside, the music kicked in again.
The dance floor filled with young folks gyrating and dancing with
abandon. The bar was swamped
with people ordering drinks.
Kind of busy
for a week night isnt it?
She asked the bouncer who open a path for her to the
bar. Lacking any stools, he
cleared the corner and lifting her by her hips, sat her so she could see
out over the mass.
The
Poindexters are throwing an open bar for the college, he yelled,
not sure she could even hear him.
Pointing to the second floor, he indicated a small group of men, all
in lab coats. Several were video taping the crowd, while others asked
questions and scribbled out notes in their clipboards or
PDAs.
What
for? She yelled back,
politely smiling and waving to the overly friendly
people.
Who knows,
maybe they found a cure for being a nerd!
Hummingbird fidgeted
on the bar. Though he had wiped
it off, some of the split alcohol coated her cheeks and was soaking into
the bottom of her costume.
Standing on the bar, she walked the length of it to get closer to
the stairs leading to the Poindexters.
Immediately she regretted it as the pick up lines and catcalls rang
out. Several other women hoisted
themselves up and began dancing on the bar to the crowds
delight.
Exhilarated by the
attention, Hummingbird did a pirouette at the far end of the bar, and danced
for a moment, sensuously shaking her rear end and flashing open her
jacket. Damn, she
thought, where did that come from?
Jumping to the floor,
she made her way through the crowd, ignoring confessions of true love and
offers of extravagant amounts of money for her
time. By the time she reached the stairs, she found herself
swaying to the music. Most of
these people were her age, though a few were obviously underage but enjoying
the scene. She loosened up a
bit, taking her time to dance on a few of the stairs as she made her way
to the second floor. She was
half tempted to ditch her costume and just have some
fun. First though,
she thought, let me check out the mad scientists throwing this
party.
As she entered the
second level, a young man in a lab coat intercepted
her. You dont want
to go there, he said, leaning close to her ear, they will be
dogging you all night about you powers.
Stopping to look
at the man, he was cute, in a boy-ish way, and wore the same white coat as
they others, over a dress shirt, tie, and khaki
pants. And you
wont? She asked
him back.
Leading her by the
hand, he took her to a quieter hallway away from the dance
floor. Pulling his earplugs
out, he asked her I wont
what? I couldnt hear you
out there. Extending his
hand, they shook as he introduced
himself. Im Dylan
and I brought the boys form the lab out tonight.
Extracting her hand
from his prolonged handshake, she responded Im Ken
she caught herself, Hummingbird, my name is
Hummingbird. So you are the
host for this little shin ding?
Yep, the guys
at the lab had no idea how to celebrate, so I set this up to, yknow,
get them out in the field.
Thats
so humanitarian of you, Dylan. So
what are you celebrating?
Raising an eyebrow,
he looked at Hummingbird for a second.
You know anything about melanocortin agonists or
MSH?
Hummingbird tried
to look as if she had a clue about what he was
saying. Did you say melons a court in
agony? Sounds like a bad
date! She laughed, causing
him to laugh too.
No, no we
developed a new version of a type of chemical called melanocortin agonist,
worked wonders in the animals studies not wait, he held up a
hand to cut off her obvious displeasure with animal testing, it
doesnt hurt the rats and they dont have to get shots or
anything. Paladin Labs has strict
guidelines for the treatment of
animals. Our lab manager was a member of PETA for
years!
Assuaged by that
knowledge, she listened on to Dylans
story. These are the happiest
rats in the world. Our computer testing is so advanced that we wouldnt
even use them, if we didnt have to comply with federal testing
procedures. PT-169+ is completely
benign with no side effects.
Whats
PT-169+? What does it do to
the rats?
It complicated,
and I dont mean to under estimate your knowledge of brain
chemistry
Youre
forgiven if you can explain it twenty words or
less. She enjoyed the
small talk. Since becoming
Hummingbird, Kendras social life had
evaporated. As fast as she was,
she couldnt fight crime and have drinks with her friends at the same
time. Plus having returned to the city after college on the
West Coast, she wasnt as well connected socially
anymore.
It stimulants
the brain to correct the levels of hormones and produces long lasting beneficial
health from a positive mind
state. Dylan stopped,
counting words on his fingers, Sorry, twenty one words, I guess I owe
you a drink now.
Hummingbird declined,
Now, can a righteous super heroine be seen drinking in a nightclub
while on duty? She joked,
flirtatiously resting her hand against his
chest.
Well, how
about water? He offered
her a clear plastic water bottle.
I guaranteed it to be the purest water within a hundred million
miles, fresh from Paladin Laboratorys filtration
unit.
Seeing her pause,
he unscrewed the cap and drank a sip.
Ahh
the good
stuff! He offered the
bottle to her, No boy cooties either!
Hummingbird giggled
and took the bottle. It was
cool, clear and refreshing.
You should sell this stuff, it really tastes better then the
other bottled stuff.
Oh, we are
thinking about it, but it might be a little pricey for the market
yet.
Is it warm
in here? Hummingbird asked,
taking off her jacket. She wanted
to take off her gloves, but remembered that fingerprints are a criminals,
and heroines, worst enemy.
Dylans eyes bulged at the
sight. A light film of perspiration
had coated her body since entering the
club. The thin light blue material
clung to her chest, as it swayed with her to the
music. The high cut of her suit
left her voluptuous hips and a fair amount of her bottom exposed.
She reached up to
close his gaping mouth with a finger to his
chin. Why Dylan, whatever are you looking
at! She thrust her breasts
out at him, causing him to step back.
Taking her hand, he led her further down the hallway, into a quiet
and dimly lit room. Pulling
her tight to him, he kissed her.
Running his hands along the costumes trim, he followed it to
her ass, and squeezed both cheeks, lifting her up on her
toes.
Hummingbird excitedly
kissed him back. This drove
any thoughts about Daria out of her
mind. Their passionate kissing
intensified as their tongues crept passed their leaps and tangled with each
others. His hands kneaded
her fleshy backside. He was
cute, she was horny, she thought to herself, and whats the harm in
a little messing around?
One second,
Dylan interjected, extracting himself from their full body
hug. Do you want to do
this? He asked looking
at her with his soft brown eyes.
Do
what? Make
out? What kind of question is
that?
Well, I just
want to be sure. You are very
excited and I dont want to wake up tomorrow with the cops banging on
my door. Are you
drunk?
No,
she replied, fluttering her eye lashes at him.
No one is
forcing you to do anything against your will
right?
No, it isnt
like you could possibly make me do anything against my will little
boy! She flexed her muscles
and raced behind him, startling him when he backed into
her. Im the super
powered one here!
One last
question, he reassured her turning around into her embrace, do
you feel 100% in control right now?
Are you sure you are doing what you want to
do?
She pulled him in
for another kiss and gently bit his lip.
The third degree is a real turn off, Dylan, and that was two
questions! Kissing him
deeply, she was disappointed when he pulled back
again. Yes, I feel completely
in control of myself and what I want to do is get a little freaky with my
new friend the mad scientist!
She grabbed his
hand and pulled it up to her left
breast. He squeezed it, feeling
her nipple expand against the palm of his
hand. Looking around the empty
room, he slid his hand inside the cloth and against her
skin. Her nipple immediately
reacted, firming up to his touch.
She moaned pushing her breast against his hand, Oh Dylan
she sighed.
Oh Dylan is
right, a fading flicker of self-restraint commented as Hummingbird
relaxed herself to enjoy his touch, so much for the righteous super
heroine
He pulled the straps
of her mono-kini off her shoulders, revealing her hefty tits
to his roaming lips. She tossed
her head back enjoying his expert work.
Lifting her arms in the air she gave him access to her whole
body. Rolling the fabric down,
he left it poised low on her hips, barely hiding her
treasure. Tracing his finger
along her exposed torso, Hummingbird shivered from the
touch. Dylan paused and looked
away.
Whats
the matter lover? She
pulled him close, pressing her tits into his chest and looking up at him
tenderly. Is there something
wrong?
Listen up
he whispered, I know we just met and everything but do you like to
be
uhm
tickled?
Hummingbird looked
at him with an odd mix of longing and
confusion.
Tickled?
His hands glided
along her waist, lightly bushing her ribs and the outside edge of her
boob. She giggled and pulled
away. She could see by the growing
bulge in his pants how excited her reaction made
him. She felt a little turned
on by it as well. I guess that could be fun, Ive never been
tickled like that before.
Well, to do
it right, I really need to, well, tie you up so you can wiggle, but not get
away. I know its a lot
to ask but it will be really great, I promise!
Tie me
up? She
asked. That was something she
was used to. Her mind flashed
back to the various villains and criminals who had tied her up in their attempts
to have their way with her. She was juiced up, all hot and wet below and only really
wanted a good balling. Sure
Dylan, if you promise to finish the job
right! She grabbed his
stiff rod through his pants and roughly stroked
it. If I get what I want
too!
Looking around the
room, Dylan pulled her to a coat rack.
Hummingbird grabbed the metal bar, just slightly above her
head. She tugged on it, and
bending her knees, did a few quick pulls
up. The bar was solid and could
easily support her weight. Dylan
began wrapping some twine around one wrist, securing her hand to
it. His nimble fingers tied
a series of intricate knots then moved over to her other
arm. With both arms bound wide, he stepped back to survey his
work. The buxom red head watched
him through her yellow facemask.
She was breathing shallow and quickly, flushed with
anticipation. Reaching around
her hips, he lightly touched the skin just above her costume that was bunched
on her hips, Do you mind?
He asked slowly working it lower.
I am all yours
to play with
Gently running his
fingers into the crack of her ass, he pulled the costume lower so it slid
down her legs to her knees. He
knelt, looking her glistening snatch straight on.
Just so you
know, I wouldnt normally do this on a first
date. Hummingbird told
Dylan, as he tied the laces of her boots to the bottom of the coat
rack. She was forced to stand
in an awkward position, arms pulled out and up, while her knees were held
were together by her costume but her lower legs were pulled
apart. She had some trouble
balancing herself until she just used her arms to support her
bodyweight. Theres just something about you, about tonight
that just makes it seem OK.
I know,
he answered. He adjusted the
bulge in his trousers. Are
you a screamer? He asked,
leaning close to her face.
As she nodded and
opened her mouth to say yes he stuffed a handkerchief past her
lips. He pulled his necktie
loose and slipped it over her head.
Tightening it around her mouth, it forced the handkerchief to stay
in place.
Dont
be too nervous, Ill be right
back. Dylan backed away,
enjoying the view of the heroine naked and bound by his
hands. She struggled a bit,
testing the twine to be sure she could bust free if she wanted
to. Minutes passed as she hung
there anxiously waiting for him to
return.
I cant
believe I am doing this! She
thought looking down at her naked body, salaciously on
display. She felt dirty, naughty
and perpetually aroused playing out this little fantasy for the
scientist. She began to wonder
where he had disappeared off to.
How many times in this guys life will he have a body like
this hanging around for him? Did
he go off to brag about this to the other lab
rats?
The thought of Dylan
bringing back some friends oddly turned her on
more. Imagining several Ph Ds exploring her body caused her
to rub her thighs together and making her even
wetter. I can handle a
couple of guys!
She was almost
disappointed when he returned alone and obviously
winded. Hunched over with his
hands on his knees, he caught his
breath. From inside his white
coat, he pulled out a long red feather.
I had to run out to my car for
this. He approached, in
an almost menacing fashion, sizing up her body, looking for the weak
spots. Her muscles tensed up
as he waved it past her face, and over her body, without actually making
contact. Hummingbird had heard
about tickle fetishists, but had never met one before, let alone agreed to
become the object of the fetish.
She jumped when he made sudden moves, almost afraid of the faint contact
that was to follow. She had
to admire the skill he possessed.
She was squirming and completely aroused, and he hadnt even
touched her yet.
When he did touch
her, trailing the feathers edge along the side of her wriggling breast
and down her ribs, her nerves endings
flared. It was everything she
could do not to snap the twine and push him
back. The sensation of that
feather lightly dancing across her skin was like nothing she ever felt
before. She laughed into the
gagged uncontrollably, to the point where she was gasping for air and snorting
through her nose. She sounded
ridiculous, her muffled moaning and cackling as she twisted and contorted
trying to avoid the feathers
touch. Dylan played her like
an instrument, quickly crossing her tummy to reach the bottom of her
arms. Though he brushed the
sides of her bouncing tits, he never actually touched a clearly erotic
spot. That feather whisked like
a blur for the first few minutes, before he
paused. His forehead was covered
with sweat and his soft brown eyes had a maniacal
intensity.
Slowly they both
calmed down. Are you enjoying
it so far? He asked, mopping
his brow with the sleeve of his jacket.
Just nod yes or no
She nodded
yes.
Do you want
more?
Her head bobbed
up and down.
Sure you
dont want me to stop, that was just the warm
ups?
She paused for a
moment, pondering how much more intense if could possibly
get. Here she was tied up naked
in a nightclub with hundreds of people just yards away, being tickled senseless
by a man she had only met minutes
before. She nodded yes
again.
You are such
a victim, he said, and I mean that in the good
way. You sure you have never done this
before?
She nodded
no.
Oh what I
could do to you back at my place with all my
stuff!
The thought of what
bizarre equipment he might have stocked in his bedroom sent a shudder done
her spine. Hummingbird had never
felt so stimulated in her life.
She was keening aware of every subtle touch against her skin, from
the warmth of his hand passing over her body to the chilled breeze of the
air conditioning that blew in the room.
She kept her eyes closed, nodding yes and savoring the surprise of
his movements across her body.
See, you are
a natural! I would have blindfolded
you, if I had more to work with, but you keep your eyes
closed!
She smiled at the
sound of his voice. Giving a
woman compliments, even to one naked and attached to metal bars, was a sure
way to her heart. The smile
swiftly lurched to a gasp as the feather was reapplied to
her. Instead of racing across
her body, this time he focused on a spot for several seconds and each felt
like an eternity. The feather tip twirled in her right armpit causing
Hummingbird to writhe and snort again.
Dylan set out on a pattern, lavishing attention on one part of her
anatomy, till the point where Hummingbird became frantic, then hopping to
another point and starting the torture
again. She lost all track of
time as the tickle traveled from her arms to her ribs, her tummy up to her
heaving breasts. Teasing her
along her ass cleavage and under the curve of her backside sent her arching
as forward as far as her bonds would allow, only to throw herself back when
he touched her inner thighs with the devious
device. All along she had to temper her responses as to not bust
free or rip the coat rack from its moorings, but that struggle to increase
her pleasure. She was beyond
feeling embarrassed by the fluids running from her pussy down her
thigh.
She was only able
to calm her quivering muscles when he stopped to move around her and when
he would focus on her neck and ears.
Though it delighted her senses, it didnt cause the same body
wild convulsions as the other places did, and as he noticed that, he spent
less time there. While he moved
around her, he took care not to touch her with any other parts of himself,
heightening her sense of touch for the feather, but occasionally his rock
hard cock would brush against her hips and she could tell just how much he
enjoyed this too.
Eventually, the
hysterical laughter caused her ribs to ache and her head to
hurt. With a minimal effort,
she ripped her right hand free from its restraint, pulled his tie from her
mouth, and spit out the handkerchief.
She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, OK chuckles, Ive
had enough.
Though she still
felt aroused, she could feel the sensation
dwindling. She began to wonder what she was doing, allowing this
stranger to strip and torture her like
this. Dylan could see the visible
change in her attitude. Looking
at his watch, he announced One hour twenty
minutes.
Pulling her other
hand free, Hummingbird stared at him
quizzically. What the
hell are you talking about?
His attention
immediately refocused on her.
Dropping to his knees, he untied her shoes from the rack while she
pulled her costume back up over her sweaty
body. She suddenly began to
feel very guilty over this lascivious
adventure. Blushing, she rushed
to cover herself up. Her jacket
wouldnt button up over her chest and when she had gotten it, she had
never intended it to, but now she would have wrapped anything over her body
to cover it up.
Wow
Dylan said, watching her complete
withdrawal. Did I do something
wrong?
Hummingbird
wouldnt make eye contact with him.
No, I just remember I have to be someplace else is
all. She walked over to
the large window and pushed it open.
She jumped to the ledge, mumbling
something about it being fun, which wasnt very
convincing. Before she slid out, Dylan called to
her.
Can I see
you again?
Uhm, maybe
well run into each other
Oh. He said sounding
deflated. Here, take
one he called, tossing her a bottle of his
water. Youve got
to be thirty after that marathon!
She caught the bottle
and yelled thanks as she leapt to the alleyway behind the
club. She really didnt
want to walk past all those people feeling as shamed as she
did. She looked around the empty
alley and got her bearings. She
could see him watching from the window and gave him a half-hearted
wave. How could she have just
done all that? It seemed so
right in the beginning, but now she felt so bad and guilty, like she would
never want to be with a man again!
Racing back to her apartment, she began to cry.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Dylan kicked at
the carpet and turned towards the far
wall. Barely visible in the
dim room, he looked into the mirror and waved, Thats a wrap
folks!
Several of the lab
coats walked into the room writing notes in their sophisticated Palm Pilots
devices. She burned through
the PT-169+ in half the time of the other test
subjects!
Assume the
deviation is in the subject, shes known to be very fast, perhaps her
metabolism is faster then the average
woman. I wonder how shell
deal with the post coital depression?
Well, then
this test was a waste of time!
PT-169+ was to be tested on the civilian population to determine the
length and depth of the preternatural sex drive
enhancement!
Dylan raised his
hand, still holding the red feather.
You can call it a waste of time but to me, it was a phenomenal
success.
The other stopped
writing and stared at him.
First, we
know that PT-169+ has a greater potency then we suspected. All of the woman
we tested here, even the lesbians, were happy to solicit and engaged in sexual
acts, even deviant acts, with little or no
provocation!
Second, our
benefactors at Biowulf will be thrilled that we were able to document its
effect on a Meta Human subject.
Though we might not have her for long term studies, the data we recorded
on our scans should give then a wealth of information on Hummingbird, if
they should ever need to interact with her in the
future.
He had made his
way past the crowd of men towards another
room. Through its slightly ajar
door, he could hear the panting of another test subject lost in the passions
of self-gratification in front of another group of
scientists. And lastly,
I have an erection that could pound nails through titanium reinforced
shielding! Kill the cameras
in Lab 14; Ill be conducting some hands on field work for
the next hour or so.
The Poindexters
all nodded their heads and returned to their
notes. PT-169+ was the most promising drug in their professional
careers, as well as their social lives.