SCORPIO

A Short from the Hunt Club

HUNTING

Again, I brought my hand up to nurse the swelling in my jaw. She’d
plowed me, . What was it? A round house kick? Her blows had come like rain.
She’d hit me so fast and with so much, I lost track. I remember sprawling on
my back, the tranque gun clattering out of my reach on the wet concrete. Each
move to recover my weapon or myself from the ground seemed anticipated by her.
She struck again and again and I cursed myself for being over-confident. From
the moment I was hired for this to the moment I cornered her , I was over-
confident.
I remember sitting in the briefing room, watching photos of my target
come up on the video screen. Normally, my body begins to tense and prepare
itself as I consider my mark, but this time I felt intrigued. Excited.
I listened to the voice of my employer droning on, but I barely listened
as one image as another played across the screen.

“Our organization imports human commodities for affluent clients.”

I figured that meant white slavers. I still watched the screen with a
sense of awe.

“The individual pictured has been disrupting our operations.”

The individual ... my mark ... was a woman. She was Asian. Japanese, if
my knack for features was still what it had been. In spite of the mask that
she wore, I could tell she was quite beautiful - a full ripe mouth, high cheek
bones and penetrating eyes behind a red stripe mask. She was lean and
muscular, with pert breasts and and the sinew of an athlete. It was all
covered in a red body suit that looked as if it had been poured on. Every
line, ever detail, stood out boldly in the crimson second skin. The black
silhouette of a scorpion contoured across her bust.
The voice of my employer was still droning on.

“You have a reputation for being able to neutralize threats of this sort.
We heard of your work in Africa as a mercenary, your employment by the New
York families and by the Panamanian government. All of that is impressive,
but it is your very special skills that have guided us to you. You see, we
got word of your work in LA.”

LA. God, that was fucking nightmare ... and it was just like this. Some
rich criminal importer had me stalking some super heroine bitch called
American Miss, or something. And it was ‘capture, do not kill’. I was able to
corner her, after a load of trouble, and knock her out with gas. I taped her
wrists, ball gagged her, handed her over to the asshole, got my money and
left. I don’t know what finally happened with her, but it was only a few
hours later when they came to be in a Westwood bar and asked me to join the
hunt club.

The voice continued.

“The operations that my associates and I run in this area have been
greatly disrupted by this female. We want you - being a highly-recommended
bounty hunter - to acquire her alive and bring her to a spot to be designated
in due time. Any material support that you need to carry out your task will
be provided.”

So, I made up a shopping list of weapons and drew together a plan. I
would use this sort of gun and that sort of drug. I would lure her to the
docks with a fake shipment and I would take her. And I would stare for what
seemed like hours at the still photos of this scorpion woman.
As I touched the bruises on my face and dragged my finger tips over
brutalized ribs, I had to chuckle. I’d taken along everything I needed - the
guns, the gas - everything but the mind set of a man hunter. I’d hunted,
captured and slaughtered man on every continent and I’d always gone in ready
to do battle. But this time I was a slacker. I found myself relying on my
weapons and not my instincts.
I paid for that.
What I fired, she dodged. What techniques I threw, she countered as if
she knew they were coming. She doubled me over, relieved me of the
tranquilizer, and sent me down with everything from Krav Maga blows to those
wild. acrobatic capeoera kicks. If I hadn’t been able to fire my taser from
the hip - just a lucky shot - she would have had me.
Thank God for my taser.
I felt a little rush in my chest and between my legs as I watched the
darts arch on their wire tails and plunge, heads first, into her crotch. The
body suit and thick lips of her cunt surrendered to the slashing steel of two
darting needles. She arced, gasped and shuddered as a wave of electricity
danced up the wires and disappeared into her body.
The woman screamed, not like some victimized frill, but with the type of
pain and rage I’ve seen in defeated wild animals. Her head flung back, I
could see the fine lines of her body illuminated by the moonlight. She
howled. Her muscular legs buckled and she collapsed in a heap on the concrete.
We both lay there. Her scream echoed through my battered body, leaving me
erect and aroused. As quickly as I could, I got on all fours and scrambled to
her prostrate form. Again, I could see the sweet crests of her nipples
crowning the smooth round breasts. My eyes followed down the perfect “six
pack” of her abs and the athletic tone of her her legs. In spite of the
darts, I could still see the delicate outline of her mound - matted hair and
thick lips. I yanked the darts out.
As I pulled myself up beside her, it occurred to me how completely
helpless she suddenly was. I found myself studying this scorpion woman,
listening to her breath, turning her face from side to side. No more fight in
her.
Her red mouth was in a senseless pout. Something inside screamed at me
to wake and continue the mission. I reached to my belt and found the first
capsule. K2. My own special gas. I snapped the capsule under her nose and let
it take her to deeper sleep.
Next, the drugs. I plunged two of my needles into her veins. Now I knew
that she would sleep for hours. For added insurance, I pulled the straps from
my cargo pockets and yanked the beaten woman to her knees. I held her upright
and began to truss her up. A strap went around her neck. Straps were cinched
around her breasts. A strap ran between her thighs. I tightened a strap around
her waist and finished off by securing her wrists behind her back.
Again, I took a moment.
I let my eyes drift over the captive muscle, the captive breasts and
cunt.
Just a moment.
I got back to work, pulling her strong legs together and and pinning her
ankles. I looked at the perfect body as I used yet another strap to bind the
sleeping woman.
And then I sat there.
I touched my wounds, I groaned and I watched her bound and sleeping form.
I gave in.
Again, this Asian scorpion woman had destroyed my professionalism. My
discipline. Even bound and in a silent vault of sleep, she overwhelmed me. I
found myself touching the bulge in my pants, looking at her captive mouth and
the strapped beaten body. I opened my pants and stroked, moved closer and
closer and stroked until a stream of spunk shot out over her placid face.
I felt a wave of anger at my lack of control follow the orgasm.
I cleaned up, put my cock away and stood.

“Bitch.”

I took a handful of her hair and dragged her off.

QUESTIONS

“Who is she,” I asked again. My employer, out from behind recorded
voices and video screens, only smiled and watched as his technicians - white
lab coats and gloves - undid the straps and lifted my prey from the floor.
I’d done as told, bringing her to an office across town. Outside, the place
looked respectable, but inside it was full of this guy’s tools of the trade.
Restraints. Torture devices. Cages. There was the metallic smell of blood in
the air and machines were humming metallic mantras from every corner. This
was a deep operation. Rich.

“This is what we will find out,” he finally said. He looked like what I’d
expected - lean, tall, gray hair and pin stripes. “We’ll find out who this
scorpion woman is and we will punish her for troubling us. Looks like she
troubled you also.”

For a second I thought he meant the erection I’d gotten watching them
manhandle her limp form. Then it hit me that he was looking at my bruises.

“I’ll live.”

“I’m sure. Care to watch?”

I suppose my silence was a ‘yes’. I’d watched people tortured before,
even instructed on it, but this just felt different. The rushing returned to
my body, as I watched them bind her in layers of rope. It was the style I’d
see in Japan - layers of coils and knots pinning her arms behind her, pinning
her legs together, arching her lithe body across a wooden pole and finally
suspending her from the ceiling. She was awake now, but seemed emotionless.
Those penetrating eyes just stared ahead.

“Know what this is?” asked my host. He was pointing at what looked like a
radar dish on a tripod. It was angled towards her.

“Better than cable, I hear.”

He laughed.

“The right amount of microwaves can do amazing things. Too little, and
they’ll pass right through you without notice. Too much, and your organs fry.
But just the right amount....”

He signaled the lab man closest to him with a click. The guy reached
down and flicked a switch on the console in front of him. Almost immediately
her body began to vibrate, to shudder. Lean muscle flexed on it own, nipples
grew hard and her succulent mouth opened in a silent scream. The breasts
shook and the firm buttocks quivered.

“Hurt, Scorpio?” he asked in an almost grandfatherly way.

Sweat began to pour from her body, darkening the red body suit. A scream
finally fought its way out - the same throaty scream that I’d wrenched from
her on the docks. Again, she rocked me. She was lean, lush, bound and being
tortured. There was a pang in me, not to free her, but to absorb every second
of her bondage. Again I was erect and powerless to control it.

“Good. Scream, bitch. Uh, shut off for now,” said my employer.

The passionless lab tech killed the waves and her body hung limp in the
ropes. She panted and seemed to drift on the edge of unconsciousness.

He walked closer to her.

“Lower the whore, please. Thank you.”

He moved closer, whispering in her ear.

“You’ve allowed my men to be taken by the police. You’ve killed a few.
You released my cargoes and lost what must be billions for my operation. Now
you are my prisoner. Afraid? You ought to be. You ought to be wondering,
since your helpless. Hmmmm. What will I do to you? Just find out who you are?
Mutilate you? Rape you? Or....”

When the voice came, I was sure I heard it before her lips moved. In my
head, I mean. I mean, I heard her a second before she spoke. At least, that’s
what I recall. There were the cool eyes and measured mid-western American
tone that made me cold and paralyzed.

“You can’t.”

His mouth feel open as she spoke.

“You’d like to rape me, but you haven’t been able to get it up since
those older boys humiliated you in the six grade. It was in the showers. They
laughed at your spontaneous hard-on, then they beat you and used you. You
dream about doing that to women, but you can’t with your cock.”

The wave went through both of us. Something red, primal and angry rose in
his face. I felt my heart stop for a second, as he released a pathetic squeak
of anger and gave her the back of his hand. And then again. And then again.
Her face was lost in a cyclone of Asian blackness over and over. As he did
it, he twisted her breasts and slapped them as well. When he stopped, her eyes
settled on me.

“He wants to rape me. He wants to rape me, and he can. He wants to rape
me like he raped that woman in El Salvador. He wants to rape me like he raped
that woman in Brooklyn. It all started with your mother’s molestation habits,
eh?”

I might as well have died on the spot. I felt impulses to run, to kill
her, to fold up and cry.

“You’re in my mind. You bitch.” I’m not sure which one of us said it. I
remember fumbling for weapons, a call going out for more torture, a lab man
acting frozen at his post. Again, I saw her eyes. Something seemed to pop in
my head, and I thankfully feel into a death-like sleep.

ANSWERS

She was hovering over me when I awoke. My head was throbbing and I was
bound with my own straps. They were unnecessary. I was pretty beaten. She
knelt on one knee, I lay prone, and water lapped against the dock.

“I’m Scorpio. Obvious, right? The man who hired you is pretty much a
basket case now. They’ll probably find him wandering down a local street,
babbling. I suppose I shorted out his mind. I can’t always do it, but it
often works. It all depends on the individual fortitude. Anyway, his
operation is over and you won’t get final payment. Your standing in the hunt
club will be hurt.”

Again, I felt like crying from sheer fear and exhaustion.

“You’ll wriggle free soon, but I’ll be gone. Guess you’ll be hunting for
me, huh? To find out all about me. To fuck me. To kill me.”

She stood, firm and lean in a red body suit. The night wind was blowing
her hair.

“This is very bad for you. American Miss escapes, now this. If it’s any
consolation, I’m sorry about what your mother did to you. No child deserves
that. You’ll have to work to become a better man. I’m going now. Sleep.”

For a second more I fought my straps. Then Scorpio’s sleep washed over me
again.

SCORPIO RISING (PART 1.)

Tracking

I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the guy as I watched him leave the strip
joint. It was one AM, but sleep obviously wasn’t on that night’s agenda for
him. Still struggling with his coat , he stumbled out past the bouncer and
into the street. There was probably a time when he could have walked past the
muscle-bound bouncer with an air of authority and strength. Now, he seemed
like just another sad sack.
I crossed the street and intercepted him on the corner.

“Hey Jack,” I practically whispered. He looked up, felt a moment of fear,
then settled down. The fact that I was Japanese brought in a trickle of
recognition from his days in Asia. He was reeking of alcohol and smoke.

“I know you?”

“In a sense. You met my sister on the docks a few weeks ago. She ended your
career.”

A flood of images poured through his mind. He saw Scorpio. I could feel the
images pouring up his spine and through his head. His third eye winked at me.

“Or, at least, she steered it in a new direction. All you do is hunt for her
now.”

Now the fear was back. True panic. He made a faltering drunken move, but I
grabbed his arm and my eyes caught his. It’s rare that I probe people so
thoroughly, but this was special. I linked us and felt the wave pass from my
head to his.

“Where is Scorpio? I can feel her in this city, but she’s burrowed
underground.”

Every emotion he had about her was downloaded into me. That’s all you need
when you’ve born under our sign - emotion. Her interaction with him left a
unique emotional imprint, all contacts do. That’s all I needed to seek out my
twin. When it was done, he collapsed.

“Sorry, man. I’ll see if I can get you some pay back.”

Full Lotus

I rarely wear the suit. It just isn’t my style to be that flamboyant. It’s
usually a trench coat and dark suit, katana hidden underneath. In London I
did get into the whole black ninja thing, but I usually just go with civies.
This was special, though.
As I pulled myself into full lotus position, my studio apartment illuminated
by the glowing opal orb, it occurred to me how close we finally were. In
fact, I wore the suit - red with black markings and Scorpio devil’s tail M -
because we were coming so damn close. I felt as though I was wearing it in
her honor. While I pulled it on, watching red material conform to my muscles
like fluid, I found myself singing that Every Breath You Take song. Corny,
but true. I’d watched her and traced her and followed her until now. I was
close enough to feel her breathing and hear her heart beating.
I’d be able to complete my circle. I’d be able to reach nirvana through her.
She had a late morning that day. She’d allowed herself to sleep in, taken a
long bath, masturbating in the tub. She’d started with her fingers, rubbing
her clit with one hand and ramming two fingers of the other hand faster and
faster and faster until a gasping orgasm pulled her down. Later, she’d used
the pulse of the shower massage. She was very sexual, that I could see. She
had harnessed a lot of the Scorpio sexual energy and I would probably have a
hard time using my pheromone powers to control her. I’d used them on
superheroines before, but none of them were like Scorpio.

I was able to defeat Animated Girl in no time flat by using them and I left
Red Lightning sprawled out in a Hong Kong alley having orgasm after orgasm.
Animated Girl had been the easier of the two. She came at me in the dark a
apartment, using those powers of her’s to fling my tanto knife out of my hand.
I’d expected to assassinate my target and be home before my favorite t.v show,
but up pops this purple-costumed little minx. She disarmed me and tried to
fling a chair at me. I ducked it, rolled and came up close to her. She was
strong and slender, moving fast and leaving a blond streak in the moonlight
behind her. In her skin-tight costume, in the moonlight, she looked naked. A
beautiful naked girl in her early twenties was taking me on. She was trying
to conjure up something else, when I ended it. I let out a burst of the
sexual energy and watched the girl stagger. She turned from a gazelle to a
staggering drunk, grasping at her crotch and cupping her small breasts. In
the semi-darkness, I could see her stumble, panting. She moved toward me, her
face a visage of confusion.

“Horny?” I asked. She was so weakened and distracted by her sexual urges
that she couldn’t lift a finger to defend herself. I gave her a slap,
knocking her to the floor. She just lay there, awake but helpless, looking up
at me.

“What are you doing to me?” she whispered. It was a voice of helplessness.

Her panting was almost animalistic and her hands were driven to her crotch.
Her fingers were wild, masturbating through the material of her costume and
licking her lips. Animated Girl came and came again. She’d thought I was
just a normal, human assassin. Now she knew better. I looked around the
room, and my eyes fell on the length of cord connecting a lamp to the wall.
Just like I would a week later with Red Lightning, I left Animated Girl hog-
tied with and face down in an alley, her cunt gushing.
Even Mystic and Gold (God! I thought I’d never get rid of those two!) ended
up feeling each other’s breasts and making out on the floor. I enjoyed
bringing Gold down only because she’d given me a pretty good beating once.
She started into me again, this time on the roof of an art museum in
Philadelphia. Gold was a powerful woman - six-feet-tall, full-bodied and
muscular, she wore a second-skin, shimmering golden body on her solid frame.
Her hair was a thick beautiful length of blond. Most striking about her,
though, was the fact that her mortal coil was that of a mature woman. She
wasn’t some college coed who’d just discovered her powers, but a woman of
around forty. Her moves were well-practiced and her powers of flight, speed,
and power bursts well-refined.
On the roof that night, she swept my legs out from under me and sent me
through a skylight. I thought I could catch her when we both ended up on a
lower catwalk, but again she got the drop. Just like sister, she was deft
with hapkido and met me with a devastating palm strike. Again, I went down,
this time releasing the pheromones. Looking up, nursing my battered face, I
saw her drop to her knees. The rush I got seeing the large-breasted, muscular
woman fall to her knees was something beyond description. Her head sank and
her thick, blond hair fell in torrents around her beautiful, masked, drowning
face. I looked at the shock on her and I began to mock her.
“Poor, stupid, bitch. You’re in trouble now.” I grabbed a handful of her
hair and wrenched her head back. Her lips her pink, full and parted. “Mind
if I steal a kiss?” I sank my lips on to hers and sucked her lips for a
moment. She kissed me hungrily, her hands sliding up the muscles of my legs
and massaging my crotch. I pulled my mouth away, then I wrapped my hands
around her throat.

“I could kill you. Now say it after me. I’m...”

“I’m ...” She gasped with a quaking voice.

“In....”

“In.....” Her voice still sinking below my musk.

“Trouble now....”

“Trouble ... now ....”

“Good girl.”

She was angry, vicious, and trying to stave off the impact of my sex drugs.
Even as she said the words, I could her internal fortitiude wrestling with her
desire. The pheromones drove her to demand sex, but she cursed herself for
it.
I fit Gold with a collar that night. It was steel and it was joined to a
length of chain that rain down between her breasts and up between her thighs.
I pulled it tight up against her crotch and wrapped it three times around her
wrists, securing them at them at the small of her back. I jerked her arms up,
rubbing the chain against her swollen labia. Good old duct tape did the job
for her ankles and her thick, muscular thighs. All the while, I was kissing
her and listening to the powerful woman begging to be fucked. Part of her
fought it, but she wasn’t able to resist.
I carried her off. I just slung her over one shoulder, my hand across her
firm ass, and carried her off to my little prearrenged hideaway. She stopped
begging when I taped her mouth and lashed her to a pillar in the old condemned
building.
I took a minute to do what I’d seen done to Ms. Freedom once. I sucked her
big nipples through the fabric of her costume. Gold’s breasts were large and
full. They jutted forward with a firmness I thought was reserved for glossy
magazines. I sucked them. I watched her squirm.
By the time Mystic showed up - with her Boston accent, purple body suit, red
hair and Celtic magic - the room was full of my sex cloud and Gold was cumming
over and over. Mystic moved to attack me and rescue her mentor, but crumbled
in the sex mist.
I left them together, untied and having each other’s bodies.
Almost every heroine I’d battled had been a push over when it came to my
sexual powers. But, I could already tell Scorpio would be a bigger challenge
in terms of sexual control. I watched her spend most of her day as Karen,
and even in street clothes and doing her graphic design business, her Scorpio
sexual energy flowed in palpable rivulets. You could see it in the faces of
the women and men she encountered. You could see second glances that became
misty day dreams.
And it all came down to that night and me in my costume.
I was almost priapic, and the thickness of my cock stood out in the red suit
like a poorly-concealed weapon.
Breathing, focusing on my ki center, absorbing the orb’s light, I began to
reach out mentally. It was usually a breeze to find anyone in a city of this
size. I’d found them in London and Tokyo, for Godssake. But none could burrow
- make their psychic signatures invisible. That’s just one of the powers of
our sign. She had done it, I could tell. She had done it, but I could find
her. I’d found her that morning and I could do it again.
Deeper breathing.
Deeper breathing.
The glow of my opal globe seemed to flow through me. The bounty hunter’s
emotional scars opened in me, and I saw her.

“Yes...”

Just as I’d pictured her.

“Yes....”

The red costume that seemed to be a second skin on her lithe body.

“I’ve got you.”

Somewhere in the red light district. She was pursuing someone. and now I
could pursue her. Now I could complete the cycle. The information locked in my
head. I turned to face the long mirror in my apartment. The red costume did
seem like a bit much, but I guess I was in superheroville now. That was the
world my twin had chosen. While I had taken the power and gone to the world
of soldiers-for-hire and paid killers, she had taken up some sort of moral
crusade straight out of a comic book. Fair enough. I’d researched her and the
other super- types I might encounter well enough to be able to hold my own in
their world. Now was the time to prove it. I went out for the evening.

REUNION

I crouched on a rooftop and watched her. The rushing in me. God, the
rushing in me was like nothing I could describe. It transcended the miles it
had taken me to get there and the years that existed between us. It quivered
in my muscles and made me go hard and thick.
Down below, she was surrounded. A circle of mere men - thugs and the
like - had formed around her. As they moved, she moved. A crimson blur under
the hum of the street lights, she dispensed text book maneuvers. She broke
bones and dislocated joints. Most beautiful of all, when one came from behind,
she used the sixth sense and attacked backwards. She stomped his groin in.
It all lasted about a minute or two. The ones who could still walked helped
the cripples away.
I took a moment to look at her. Like me, she was muscular and trim. Her body
was sturdy, but very feminine, with full, round, high breasts and a smooth
hourglass physique.
I used a moment to recoup, then dropped down to the alley behind her.
Again, she wheeled around ready to fight. The look on her face was priceless.
Those sensuous lips parted in a stifled question.

“Hello, Scorpio. Or can I just call you Karen?”

“How do....?”

“How do I know you? And how is it you can’t probe my mind? And how is it
you can feel such a strong power emanating from me?”

I reveled in her silent gape.

“And hey, check out the suit. I like the Scorpio thing you’ve done
there, but I opted for the M. More masculine You do know me don’t you?”

I dropped my mental veil and let her feel the full pulse of my energy.
Her psychic signature came forward and I sensed her shock.

“Very good, Karen. I’m your twin. You can call me Carl. Carl will do.
I’m not usually into the superhero thing, so I don’t have a snazzy name like
Scorpio Man or Stinger or something. Anyhow, you have to come with me.”

She finally mustered words.

“What is this? My twin?”

“I have a deeper understanding of this. Look just come with me. I’ll
explain your origin to you.”

Just as I had predicted, she sensed something wrong. She saw my ultimate
idea - my mission. She had to fight. I anticipated her first move and dodged
to the left as she shot out a beautiful finger jab. I returned the favor,
hazing her mind just enough that she she couldn’t block my blow. I trembled
with excitement as my hand hit home, driving in just below her ribs. She
doubled over and staggered.

“Just come with me, okay?”

We went at it then. Have you ever seen two skilled martial artists fight?
We were a horrifyingly beautiful blur of crimson kicks and blows. I enjoyed
myself, letting her bock half of my blows. I allowed her a few of her’s to get
through - a reverse punch, a jab, a round-house kick. I wanted sis to feel
confident, you know. I’d always give her a blow in return. There was an
erotic thrill that rushed in me when I’d see her head snap back, snap left,
snap right as I struck her. A few blows were just for fun, slapping her
breasts or jamming a knuckle into her groin when her leg was in the air for a
kick, but most were meant to show her how things were going to have to be.
There was always a groan or gasp when I made contact with that beautiful face
- those high cheek bones, full lips, masked almond eyes - and sent her
reeling. At one point I had her in a lock, my right hand holding a full,
thick clump of her hair.

“So, uh, Karen... you ready to give up? I mean, we both see I’m better that
you right? I mean, I could show you all the tricks - martial arts and scorpio
powers. See, you’ve barely touched the tip of the iceberg. You don’t have the
stinger. You don’t use the pheromones. So, we’ll do it this way, you give up
and let me take you. Let me meld with you.”

She was crouched on the concrete, panting. I was listening to her thoughts,
pulling down her veil. She could sense the pulsing in my cock and the sex musk
I was giving off. I could feel her struggling to focus and preparing to fight
me off, but the pheromones were starting to get through to her, and I was
planning how to block every next move, when something tingled in me. Company.
I felt another superheroine coming.

“Who’s coming, Scorpio? We work alone. We live alone. Who is flying in
see if you need help? You didn’t send a message, that isn’t like you. Oh well,
I guess I deal with...hmmm...let’s see... it’s Blaze, and then back to you.
Uh...don’t move.”

I stung her. I produced the tiny burst of black scorpio energy that leaves my
prey paralyzed. One finger touch to the base of her skull, and she crumpled
and went still as a corpse. Lean, helpless Scorpio. Her arms were pinioned
against her sides and her lush legs were snapped tight together. Scorpio’s
jaw clenched and her neck snapped back in a tight arch.

“I’ll explain how I did that to you later, Karen. Ok, just watch what I do to
Blaze,little sister. She’ll be my test case so that you can see The Power at
work.”

How Blaze turned up, I don’t know. I came prepared to capture Scorpio and I
really hadn’t made plans for another woman, but I can adapt. I’d studied
Blaze, along with the other superheroines, and her weakness fit right with one
of my strengths. She was a heat generator, able to shoot fire and produce
incredible heat. Dangerous, but predictable. Just as I’d expected, Blaze came
swooping down at me from behind. I turned and looked at her, a smile creeping
across my face. She looked as I’d expected her to look - lush-bodied and
large-breasted in a second-skin yellow and red body suit. She looked me in the
eye, swooped in close, and I dodged left. I left a cloud of red scorpio
pheromones behind and the fight was over.
I turned and laughed. Blaze was staggering, stumbling and trying to focus.
Her nipples were going hard in the tight material and her hands were already
searching around her mound. Scorpio looked on helplessly as her comrade made a
feeble attempt at a rescue.

“What’s wrong Blaze? Why not produce one of those fireballs, or maybe a
stream of fire? Oh, I forgot. Sexual arousal leaves you powerless. The
wetness draws you down. With your nipples as hard as they are and your crotch
getting damp, I guess you’re aroused. Helpless.”
I looked back to Scorpio. “Tell you what I’m gonna do, sis,” I said in my
best game show host voice. “I’m going to demonstrate the full range of the
power on Blaze. Watch this, sis.”
I turned back to Blaze. “Come here, horny superheroine. Come ... that’s
right.” She came staggering toward me, her body controlled by the energy I had
used on her. I reached out and began to fondle her breasts and crotch. She
moaned, but made no move to stop me.

“Well, you get the idea, sis. I don’t really feel like playing with her just
now.”

I snapped my fingers and Blaze had an orgasm that rocked her body. Her legs
shuddered and her cunt gushed through the material of her costume. Her head
was flung back in that beautiful way of cumming women ... and she screamed.
She screamed like a woman possessed and she must have echoed out across the
city. One hand clutched her breasts while the other gripped at her crotch. She
ended up sprawled next to Scorpio. There was time, so I looked at them. These
were strong women with fine muscle tone and perfect figures. Blaze had the
larger breasts and fuller hips, but both were succulent women. Both had full
red mouths in senseless pouts. Both had tight asses and lush thighs. Both were
helpless.
It was a joy to tie both of them up. I used lengths chain and rope that I’d
stashed on the roof. Both had cloth gags. I used layers of rope on sister,
pinning her strong legs together and binding her arms behind her in true
Japanese style. Layers twisted tight against full muscles and out-lined pert
breasts. I hog-tied her. Blaze got hand and ankle cuffs and crisscross coil of
chains from neck to waist.

“Time to get started,” I smiled.

WOMEN IN CHAINS

I crucified Blaze. I chained her to a steel cross that I use for heavy
SM with average human women. A thick length of heavy links was coiled all
around her. It pinned her wrists and upper arms to the arms of the cross. It
pinned her thick, muscular thighs together and locked them tightly against the
body the cross. Coils of it wrapped tightly around her narrow feminine waist
and criss crossed between her round, full melon breasts. There was no need to
ball gag her. She wouldn’t be calling out. I was going to place a vibrator in
her vagina and another up her anus, but my sex musk did the trick. She was wet
and under control.
From where she hung, she could see Scorpio tied up on my bed. Regular rope
was enough to hold her. My energy in the place kept her’s canceled out.
Helpless woman. She was still fighting my power, but her body was weak. I
sat at the foot of the bed and I talked to her. Some of my favorite techno
music ... a group called Dark Horizon ... was playing on the CD, and I nodded
my head to it as I talked to her.

“So, you understand what I want? I mean.... let me explain.”

She made a weak attempt to break the rope. I released pheromones and she
settled back again, her sex pouring juices through the second-skin red suit.
Scorpio’s helplessness ran through me. Her body was lean and firm, with these
perfect athletic muscles. Her breasts were two perfect crimson domes, jutting
up and heaving as she panted. I found enough composure to speak.

“We carry an energy Karen. We were born with the strongest energy of the
strongest sign of the zodiac. We have no biological parents. We’re born of
pure energy. It only happens once every few thousand years that the power of
the scorpion makes itself present on Earth. Remember the Scorpion Men in
Gilgamesh? The ones in the underworld? That was us. Well, they were like us.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, so you were found on an adoption agency doorstep in
Kansas, right? Well, I was found .... get this.... on river bed. In the
bulrushes like Moses! Can you believe that shit? But see how our sort are,
uh, loners and isolated. You were the only Asian girl in that Kansas
community. I was the only in my Chicago neighborhood. We both had adopted
families, and that was it. The idea was for us to be isolated. That was the
only way for the energy to grow.”

Her lips moved and she was able to finally hiss out words.

“You need to fuck me to complete the circuit and bring the energy to life.”

“So vulgar, but yes.”

“And why keep Blaze?”

“Karen, if I merge my powers with you it would all be complete. We would be
able to dissolve into the energy and it would exist eternally on Earth. We
would reach satori. Blaze? She’s my teaching project. I’m going to use her
to demonstrate the power.”

“You’re going to kill her?”

“Oh, nothing of the sort. Watch.”

I left her and walked to the woman on the cross. She was drifting between
consciousness and sleep. Meticulously, I undid the chains and let her lush
body tumble to the floor. She let out a throaty groan. I looked at the bed,
to see sister trying to raise her head and see the proceedings.

“Oh, sorry Karen.”

I walked to the bed and moved Scorpio like a child, propping her up on
pillows so the she could see her powerless friend. There was a moment when
our faces were only inches apart, and I could feel her struggle renew.

“I’m not going to rape you, Scorpio. It won’t work unless you ask me. You’re
going to allow me to penetrate you.”

I walked back to Blaze’s crumpled, panting form.

“You’ll ask for it,” I said to Scorpio. “Otherwise, she suffers. She gets to
be a plaything.”

I hoisted Blaze up by her hair.

“Ok, Blaze, read my thoughts. Do what I want you to do.”

Without hesitation, she reached up and opened the cod piece of my costume.
She circled my cock with her right hand and deftly pulled it from its resting
place. I was hard and throbbing and her lips already wet. There was no fight
in her. Scorpio watched, her sex flush rising and her nipples hardening, as
Blaze took me into her mouth and began to give me head. Superheroine woman in
her fiery body suit swallowed me whole. Her lips were full and red and they
moved as slick and willingly across my shaft as if we were a married couple.

“Now watch,” I smiled at Scorpio.

“Blaze,” I cooed. “Let me strangle you.”

My entire cock disappeared down her throat, blocking her windpipe. Then, I
reached down and pinched her nose shut. Seconds elapsed, then her face began
to redden, her muscles tremble. Still, she blocked her own windpipe. Blaze
was suffocating.

“First, she’ll be unconscious. Then I’ll...”

“Ok!”

The sound of Scorpio’s voice startled me. She was still sitting just as I
left her.

“Ok,” she said. “Take me.”

I let Blaze drop to the floor. She lay there, eyes open but vacant and
watched me as I walked to Scorpio’s helpless frame.

“I didn’t want to kill her and I don’t want to kill or rape you. I’m trying
to help us both.” I hate it when I get all sincere.

“I’m willing because of Blaze. You haven’t seduced me like you did her, but
...”

“You’re willing. That’s all I need.”

My heart rose as I read her mind as saw that it was true. Willing. I undid
the ropes as quickly as I could. The prospect of finishing this made me
tremble with excitement. First, I undid her legs, undoing coils of rope and
pulling the muscular limbs apart. Then, I freed her wrists and took the rings
of rope from around her neck. I pressed down on top of her, kissing and
rubbing my bare cock against her inner thigh. The smooth fabric of her
costume sent tingles through me.

“You made a good de...” The wave of pain that came up from my exposed crotch
strangled my words. I had a barrage of confusion. How did I not read this?
How was she still resisting? I’d read every move before she’d made it during
our fight, but now she was masking her intentions. I fell back, recoiled and
went down under what could have been a deadly axe kick to my upper back. The
dark, ghoulish rhythms of Dark Horizons played as a frightening pulse behind a
blizzard of kicks and punches that drove me to the floor. When I threw counter
moves - a tiger hand, a palm strike, an inside to outside kick - she would
block and trap and feed me knuckles. This didn’t seem like the woman I had
mastered earlier that night. I tried to roll, but she caught me under a
painful stomp on my chest. She had me pinned with new strength.

“Just needed some time to recoup, huh?”

“That’s about right,” she said.

“You fed off my energy. Is that it?”

“I retained some of that sting that you gave me, I figure. It grew in me.
Strengthened me. Helped me resist you. The pheromones kept me weak, but not
totally. I had to just mull that nugget of energy around. You aren’t going
to merge us into some cosmic energy, or fuck me or drain my power or anything
like that, you bastard.”

“Well ... I guess we’ll see.”

I kicked up, slaming her lower back and sending her over me and on to the
floor. I sprung up and took fighting stance, but a cresant kick kissed my
face, bringing a rain of spit and blood from my mouth. I went down and she
continued at it, dropping an axe kick on my back.
When I’d felt her taking the upper hand, I sent a signal to Blaze. My
beautiful brunette zombie was up from the floor now, moving silently toward
sister. I stayed prone on the floor. I stared Scorpio in the eye and waited
until Blaze, her cunt still sopping, was behind her.

“Take her.”
Before Scorpio knew it, she was a prisoner again.
Again, I delighted in her sudden shock. Blaze grabbed her breasts from
behind and gripped tightly. Sister Scorpio arched against her fellow heroine
and screamed as I mentally channelled energy through my puppet and into her
lithe body. Painfully, I pulled myself up as body quakes rocked her and pain
wrenched screams up from her warrior body. Her nipples grew hard between
Blaze’s fingers and her muscular legs quivered until ....

“Good night.”

She fainted dead away.

END GAME

Now this was worth the pain. This show, I mean. Blaze and Scorpio engaged
in a wave of sapphistry. Scorpio was on her back, spread eagle, tied down on
the bed with the leather cuffs and chains that I use for s and m. Her wrists
and ankles were secured and her limbs spread taut. Blaze crept over her body
like a licencious jungle cat. She bit and kissed through the fabric of the
costume, taking special care to suck her fabric-covered crotch. Perfect.
This was the key. I would release more and more of the sex aura while Blaze
had her. The whole thing would be too much for her and she would beg for the
penetration.
I watched from the foot of the bed as the red and yellow body suit pressed
against the scarlet bitch. Scorpio’s pelvis bucked and she hissed through her
teeth. Slowly I moved beside the bed and released my sex drug.

“No ....” she groaned.
Blaze massaged her breasts and rubbed her own thighs together. I scanned her
mind. I was winning. Her orgasm was rushing to meet her - to break down her
wall.
“Come to me, Scorpio. Take me inside and let us ascend.”

“N ... NO ...”

“Feel my sex pulse.”

A powerful woman was drowning below her own cunt juices. No more martial
arts. No more powers. In her red body suit and mask, she was still just a
woman waiting to be mastered. Blaze bit her cunt through the body suit and
the Japanese beauty finally broke.

“GO AHEAD! DO IT! FUCK ME! RIDE ME!”

I grabbed Blaze and tossed her sex-drugged body aside. My cod piece was open
in no time and my eager hands were ripping open the crotch of her body suit.
I felt weak when I saw the drooling lips of her cunt. Scorpio’s cunt lips
were thick and ripe, dark and glistening. It was a defeated cunt and now the
woman who owned it was going to die in the fires of eternity. We would both
fizzle into nothingness and enlightenment.
Without a pause I was on her and plunging into her cunt. It was like no fuck
I’d ever had. It was like warm waves had folded over me and I was awash with
heat and salt. It was powerful and it was deep. I felt the power of my cock
and the power of our energy. I saw visions of our constellation and of
serpents. I saw the fire and the earth. I saw a phoenix rise in my head.
Then I saw Scorpio. I saw her. She looked me in the eye. In the eye.

“Not tonight,” she whispered. “Not tonight.”

This was wrong. Suddenly, the power wasn’t all mine. Suddenly my head was
spinning and I felt the force draining out of me. OUt of me and into her.
Bound and beaten, Scorpio was drawing me down. Her cunt was sapping me.

“How?” I mustered.

“You wanted to teach me abut the red energy,” she said. “You did it well.”

I heard myself scream like a woman. I screamed in frustraition and pain as
the Scoropio cunt turned the tables on me.

“If it makes you feel better, you were a strong lover.”

That was the last thing I heard.
It was morning when I awoke. Both women were gone and the room still smelled
of sex. I had lost. Nirvana was nowhere in sight. She had grown stronger.

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