M/V - THE DONKEY SOLUTION
PART ONE – WOW, I’M A
SUPERHEROINE
By SLUDGE REDUX
Email:
jiwjiw11@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER:
The following story contains elements of an adult nature and those under 21 years of age, or those who are offended by graphic fighting, bondage, non-consensual sex, rape, gang banging and wonderfully extreme promiscuity, should read no further.
Everyone else, please proceed and enjoy the plights of our heroine’s, as they look incredibly voluptuous, gorgeous and scantily clad, while striving to make society safe from evil doers and too often get lewdly ravished, totally debauched and sometimes disgustingly demeaned and humiliated, while in the pursuit of their worthy goals.
A. REFELECTING ON RECENT
EVENTS:
1. THE ULTIMATE
DISCLOSURE:
---------- Vicky sat at her kitchen table drinking a steaming
cup of coffee. She was dressed in red lace bikini panties, matching
5 inch high heeled, red bedroom wedges and an almost see through silky robe
that perfectly displayed her lush, incredibly ripe, extremely voluptuous
body. She was lost in thought, contemplating the life changing events
of the last four months, as she sipped the hot black fluid from its china
container.
It was 9:30 AM, still eight hours until
she had to leave for
A lot had gone on since Vicky’s mother, Mona, had taken her to lunch four months ago and disclosed to her that she, Vicky, was an Amazon princess from the ruling Tristan tribe. Astounded by this revelation, Vicky had sat in astonishment that day, as she learned that her gorgeous, fable-bodied mother had been a practicing Amazon superheroine for several years, before she had retired at the age of 30, to devote herself to raising Vicky, her then 10 year old daughter.
This sudden and unexpected retirement from the superheroine scene had come as a result of Mona’s husband, Vicky’s father, having been killed in a plane crash some 15 years ago. As a result of this tragedy, Mona had felt compelled to stay at home and be a full-time mother to her only child. Fortunately her husband had left her with enough money to be able to live very comfortably, without working, while she guided Vicky through her formative years.
Mona had never told her daughter about her own superheroine past, or about the super powers Vicky had inherited, because she wanted her to grow up and experience a normal childhood. Vicky had rewarded her mother’s selfless decision by living her youth to the fullest, with a happy vitality and enthusiasm.
Under the very indulgent rein of her preposterously stacked, super sexy mother, Vicky had grown from a vivacious child into a bright, precocious, young woman. By age fifteen, Vicky had developed a full blown body, one that was almost exactly like her mother’s, to go along with a stunningly beautiful face. These two marvelous assets had made her very, very popular with boys and men of all types and ages, just as her mother had always been.
She had begun dating early on in life and had found out quickly that she liked men just as much as they lusted for her. This combination resulted in her being very sexually active, to the point of being what society would probably have classified as, excessively promiscuous - to a fault.
When that initial luncheon with her mother had finally drawn to a close, Vicky had gone home, both dazed and amazed by these revelations she had just received. As the next few days went by, she had talked endlessly with her mother, learning the full dimension of what being an Amazon superheroine entailed. Once she had thoroughly understood the prowess she was blessed with, Vicky had been eager to test her skills out and then put them to productive use as a bonifide superheroine, just like her mother had done. The very thought of being able to fight crime seemed to be such a worthy endeavor that she had gotten stars in her eyes.
Seeing her daughter’s eager and enthusiastic response to her newly discovered superheroine status, Mona had strongly encouraged her to pursue her calling. But she had also warned her that, although the credo and goals of the Amazons were very noble, there were also serious downsides to being a practicing superheroine. Mona had explicitly explained to her daughter that one of the most severe drawbacks was that their criminal antagonists were a devious, uncooperative and dangerous lot who, if they ever got an advantage over her, would exploit it mercilessly.
Mona had stressed that Vicky needed to understand that one of their favorite methods of exploitation was rape and, more often than not, nasty, ruthless, degrading, exhausting, gang rape. Vicky was a little taken aback when she heard this, not because she was concerned for herself, but because it had never crossed her mind that her sumptuously endowed, incredibly beautiful, very sophisticated mother could have ever been gang raped. When Vicky had pursued the subject, Mona assured her that, over the ten years she had been a practicing superheroine, she had been gang raped quite a number of times, and always quite thoroughly.
In contemplating that disclosure, Vicky knew from her very close knit life with her mother, that these many rapes she had endured had never had any detrimental affect on her. Mona had always looked wonderful and acted very confident and self-assured, at all times. After considering everything, Vicky was confidant that, if she were ever raped, she would be able to handle it as well as her mother obviously had. Besides, it wasn’t as though rape was foreign to her. The lust that her body always inspired in her dates had made nearly all of her sexual encounters virtual rapes, anyway.
2.
THE HIGH COST OF NEW TECHNOLOGY / RONNIE THE
PIG:
Armed with all of the knowledge she had obtained from her mother, Vicky had jumped into being a superheroine, with both feet. One of the first things she had discovered was that the rules of the game had changed drastically since Mona’s time as a superheroine and, following the example set by Wonder Woman, Amazonian powers were now being significantly enhanced by very high tech devices.
Also, in recent years, the number of practicing superheroines had increased markedly and all of them had wanted some quick way to dramatically enhance their powers, in order to gain a further competitive advantage over their well armed and dangerous foes; similar to the way professional athletes had turned to steroids to seek to increase their ability to perform.
This sharp growth in superheroines and their insatiable appetite for new, high powered gadgets had attracted electronic/computer geeks to the field and a small cottage industry had sprung up, that developed and sold new, improved power belts and many other accessories, all of which significantly improved the strengths and abilities of the superheroines.
Most of Vicky’s superheroine “sisters” were very, very affluent and price meant nothing to them, so they had rushed in to purchase these new gadgets and their buying frenzy had driven prices up astronomically. Fortunately, for the less financially blessed superheroines, like Vicky, the rich ones had been trading in their old technology devices on their purchases. These previously owned items had been gathered together by the equipment dealers, who had then used this inventory to create a relatively low cost used equipment market.
As an Amazon, Vicky was naturally blessed with amazing athletic skills and the strength of several ordinary men. Her body was immune to all diseases, it did not readily mark when viciously struck and, whatever damage it did suffer from their criminal opponent’s violent attacks, was healed almost immediately.
And, considering the number of times that large groups of men and women had forced them to suffer retaliatory gang bang rapes, the superheroines were all thankful that this quick recovery feature also applied to their orifices, as we. No matter how long their pussies and anus’s were violated, reamed and stretched, within 24 hours the superheroine’s two lower sexual cavities came right back to teeny-bopper tight again.
And, no matter the size of the cock or dildo that was put in their mouths, their throats could be forced to stretch to accommodate the invading devices, thereby letting their rapers use their mouths the same way they did their cunts and anal passages. A throat full of cockmeat would cause them to gag, but they could still breathe okay, no matter how long the cock was left in her throat. In other words, they were the perfect fucking machines. They were the ideal male sex toy.
Fully embracing her new vocation, with a dedicated zeal to succeed, Vicky had quickly found out that she was no different from the others; she too wanted more - like the strength of ten, for instance. Except in rare cases, those kinds of multipliers came only from the latest of the high-tech devices and, as she had repeatedly been reminded throughout her diligent research, they cost a pretty penny. So, under the circumstances, considering her limited means, Vicky made the only rational decision she could make - she sought out used equipment to buy.
After her daughter had advised her about all of the miraculous technological advances that had occurred, Mona had contacted a very close, long time friend of hers, Zania, who was still a practicing superheroine, and solicited a recommendation from her as to where Vicky should buy the used superheroine equipment she wanted.
On hearing the nature of Mona’s questions, her friend had immediately warned her that there were distinct downsides to using second hand equipment. It seemed that two major problems existed with the traded-in stuff; (1) the devices, like power belts, could not be exactly matched to the buying superheroine’s biorhythms and, therefore, did not always provide her with maximum strength, speed and agility and (2) the previously owned equipment was not always reliable and sometimes failed at very inconvenient times, as Vicky had subsequently found out, much to her chagrin and pain.
Then her friend proceeded to explain to her that, during the last few years, the firms on the West Coast had pretty much been bought out by a sleazy little Hebrew named Ronnie Levine. As a result, this market was now completely controlled by a truly appaling, disgustingly ugly, little pervert and, if you wanted to get the best stuff and the best service, you really had no choice but to do business with the rotten little asshole.
She then explained to Mona that Ronnie was one of the ugliest, most repulsive sub-humans she had ever met. He was a nasty, obnoxious little jerk, who was an absolute pig. She further warned Mona that he would spend most of his time when he was around Vicky, trying to grope her while he was begging her to have sex with him. But, as rotten, dishonest, devious and repulsive as he was, his was the only place to go to get whatever equipment you wanted. She assured Mona that none of his few competitors, from nearby areas, were even worth bothering with.
Zania then warned Mona that Vicky needed to be very careful in dealing with the crude and aggressive Mr. Levine. He was a very shrewd and successful businessman, who kept a very low profile in the local community because he had his hand in several very shady, immoral business ventures. Zania said that she had always been very suspicious that he was as big a crook as most of the criminals the superheroines were out battling against and arresting.
From her private discussions with Mr. Levine, Zania said she had learned that he only had two interests in life – making money and having sex - and, more specifically, having X-rated sex with superheroines. These two interests were what had motivated him to set about to acquire his competitors and create this monopoly he had over the superheroine equipment market.
He had wanted to have unlimited access to all of the superheroines on the
Because of his gross looks and manners, and their personal financial affluence, most of the superheroines blew-off his advances, especially at first. But, Ronnie knew no shame and being rejected didn’t bother him a bit. No matter what, he just kept on asking them for sex. As a result of his persistence he had scored with a surprising large number of them and had screwed their juicy alter egos, as well. His lust for superheroines was insatiable and he never tired of dipping his wick in the stupendously built, sexually experienced super women and he didn’t care how long it took him to nail them.
Zania, who looked like a beautiful version of the porn star, Sara Jay, and liked sex every bit as much as the very full bodied Ms. Jay did, also warned Mona to tell Vicky to be sure and stay away from the nasty little equipment dealer’s mouth. She said that the way Ronnie ate pussy was absolutely mesmerizing and that, in all of her years of wild sexual experiences, she had never had anyone eat out her twat the way this terribly ugly, seedy little sleazeball had done it.
Although embarrassed to make this disclosure, Zania explained that when she had started doing business with Ronnie, she had found him to be so repulsive looking and acting, that she couldn’t even stand the thought of having him put a finger on her. After dealing with him for a year and fending off his advances, one day he had offered to give her a discount on a piece of equipment she wanted, but couldn’t afford; in exchange for letting him give her oral sex.
She had really needed the device very badly but had to have the discount to be able to buy it. So she thought his proposition over and had mistakenly concluded that it would be a harmless trade off that required nothing more of her than to have to watch the repulsive little rodent eat her pussy, so she had taken him up on the offer.
It had turned out to be a very bad mistake on her part because, when he had applied his ugly, ferret-like mouth to her crotch and started grunting as he rooted around in her vagina, just like a pig sticking his snout in a feed trough full of slop; he had quickly turned her into a heaving, helpless slut. His magical, noisy, slobbering pussy munching had driven her to make a complete fool out of herself and she had ended up letting him do absolutely anything and everything he wanted to her.
Afterwards, she had been so appalled by the repugnant episode, and the things she had willingly done for the little degenerate, and had let him do to her, that she had felt dirty and humiliated for a month afterwards. But, to her chagrin, she found that she had been so unbelievably turned on by his unique, if gross, oral talents, that she had called him and gone back twice more and let him do even worse things to her, just to have her pussy eaten out that way again.
3. AN APPOINTMENT WITH A SLIMEBALL
/ SHOPPING FOR THE USED
STUFF:
Mona had thanked her friend for all of the advice she had provided, then called Vicky and passed the information on to her. Armed with this additional data, and knowing that she was not financially able to do otherwise, Vicky decided that she was just going to have to put up with the potential deficiencies inherent in the used equipment and go ahead and buy it, anyway. Also accepting the fact that she was going to have to put up with the randy advances of an apparently very slimy and repugnant businessman, she had steeled herself and called the ill-reputed Mr. Levine and made an appointment.
Well warned by Zania, Mona wanted to help Vicky cope with the deplorable Mr. Levine, while she shopped, so she arranged to go on the appointment with her buxom daughter. The next day, Vicky drove over to Mona’s house to pick her up. As was Mona’s wont, she never went anywhere without being dressed to the hilt. When Vicky walked in, her mother had taken one look at her outfit and insisted that she change into something more stylish and provocative; clothing that was much more in keeping with her new status as a sexy superheroine.
Since they were virtually the same size, the pair of curvaceous sexpots went through Mona’s closets looking for just the right outfits for the occasion. Mona finally decided that, since they were going to be slumming it anyway, they should dress the part; so she picked out a red latex outfit for herself and a whorishly purple one for Vicky.
They then helped each other get dressed, putting each item of clothing on the other’s body, patting it into place, then planting playful wet kisses on each others smoothly rounded flesh, as they took each step. The form fitting garments hugged their splendid curves like a second skin. The skirts were daringly short and the amount of cleavage being displayed was absolutely unbelievable. When finished, they looked like a couple of very expensive, already rented hookers. Their titillating dressing game had left both women unbearably hot and the bedroom literally sparked with eroticism.
Very pleased with the risqué results they had achieved, the two lusciously endowed, latex encased beauties had then driven to the shady Mr. Levine’s cheap strip center office and warehouse. They undulated inside the shabby structure and were greeted by an almost grotesquely ugly slob, who proved to be everything Mona’s friend had been warned her about.
The bad reputationed Mr. Levine turned out to be very short and overweight and was wearing a rumpled, stained, ill-fitting suit that looked like he’d been sleeping in it for a week. Repulsive wouldn’t even begin to describe his rodent like face and form. He had a big, hooked nose, a ferret face, yellowed, beaver-like teeth, and his thinning, greasy black hair was in an awful looking comb over. When he smiled, he looked like a swollen rat. Plus, as they approached him, both females could smell a stale, unwashed stench emanating from him. But, as bad as he looked, his manners had turned out to be even worse. In a word, he was the very definition of the word GROSS.
Vicky led the way over to the sleazy looking little slug and introduced herself. Ronnie, almost in shock from seeing how beautiful they were and how suggestively they were dressed, lunged to his feet and greeted them, smotheringly, “Hi Vicky, damn nice to meet such a spectacularly built and beautiful superheroine and welcome you as a new customer. “
Turning to Mona, he asked leeringly, “And who is this marvelous creature you have brought with you?” Vicky replied, “This is my mother, Mona. She used to be the superheroine named The Blonde Avenger.”
The reeking little toad reached out a clammy hand, took Mona’s and, looking her up and down, said, “My god, woman, you are a stone cold fox. It is fuckin’ hard to believe that you are old enough to be the mother of this statuesque young woman you have come here with.” He walked all the way around her, whistled and, licking his drooling lips, said, “God damn, honey, you are absolutely freakin’ unbelievable.”
Astounded by this unexpected coup of being awarded a gorgeous mother/daughter duo, the bloated, unkempt slob stepped between them, slipped an arm around each of their waists and guided them back into the warehouse. While showing them his inventory of used wares, he proved to be even more personally repulsive, obnoxious and filthy minded, than he looked.
But, since they knew that he was the only game in town, they just shrugged their pretty shoulders in resignation and put up with his pig like behavior; his roving, groping, dirty hands; and his very lewd suggestions, while they tried to look over his stash of second hand equipment. He didn’t spare either of them his creepy attentions and, if anything, seemed to be even more interested in the mother than the daughter.
After the two of them had put up with Ronnie’s clammy hands coping feels for several minutes, Mona decided that she had to do something to free-up Vicky, so she could have the necessary time to closely examine the products and select the ones she wanted to buy.
She took a good look and the pudgy, octopus armed proprietor and sized him up. Although she was used to dealing with lots of men, of all kinds, who were always making aggressive passes at her; during her three years of marriage to Saul, she hadn’t had to cope with one as repulsive as Ronnie. Of course, when she had been a practicing superheroine, she had met up with and been under lots of guys like Ronnie. Well, on second thought, actually she’d never seen anyone who looked as bad as this pathetic looking peckerhead did. The cruddy little asshole was obviously bad to the bone, in every way, but, being a worldly woman of infinite male management experience and skills, she knew that she could handle him.
She strode over and took the sweating gnome by the arm and cooed, “Mr. Levine, why don’t you come with me so we give my daughter some time to make her selections?” Pleased by this promising invitation, he immediately followed the fabulously curved mother over to the other side of the room, like a small dog trailing after a hot bitch.
When she had gone as far as she could go, she turned and he immediately grabbed her rack in both hands. She calmly, but forcefully, removed his hands from her breasts and said, “Now, Mr. Levine, you need to behave yourself.” The undeterred Ronnie ignored her warning and grabbed her crotch, getting himself a handful of pussy lips. This time she slapped his hands away, hard, grabbed him by the front of his filthy suit, lifted his feet off the floor, shook him, and said in a stern voice, “You can look but don’t touch. Got that, you little shit?”
“But you are so beautiful and sexy that I just can’t keep my hands off of you,” he wailed, in pained response. She put him down, then thrust him roughly down in a straight backed wooden chair, stepped back and said, “Well, if you behave yourself, I’ll entertain you while we wait for Vicky to finish.” Putting her hands on her hips she asked, “So, what would you like to see?”
Practically blubbering, he choked out, “Oh, god damn it baby, show me those fantastic tits of yours.” She put her hands up to her bodice and popped both huge, double F melons out and displayed them for him, as she watched the pathetic little cockhound’s jaw drop. “Shit, honey, those mothers are fuckin’ perfect. Jesus, what a pair of beauts. Please, please let me suck on them,” he pleaded, as he lunged out of the chair.
She stiff armed him back down and warned him, “Stay in that chair, if you know what’s good for you. Now what do you want to see next,” she asked coyly? “Pull up your skirt and let me get a look at your crotch,” he howled, as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a surprisingly large pecker and began jacking on it.
She slowly hiked up her bright red skirt, exposing her lower body, inch by tantalizing inch, then did a couple of 360 degree turns and let him get a good look at everything. Overwhelmed by the sight of all that beautifully formed flesh, he begged, “Pull off those panties and let me sniff them, as he continued to work his swollen monkey.”
She accommodated him and slowly peeled off the red, silken wisp of material, then tossed it over to him. He, turned loose of his stiff prick, caught them and immediately put the crotch up to his nose and took a deep whiff of her hot pussy.
He then turned them inside out and licked the crotch. It was moist with a surprisingly thick layer of her cuntal juice. He licked up the moist cream, savoring the pungent taste, smacking his lips in enjoyment, before he forced all of the flimsy material into his mouth and began chewing and sucking on it, grunting loudly, like a barnyard animal.
He finally removed the wet, saliva slobbered panties from his dripping mouth, took them in his hands and held them out so she could step back into them. She took a quick look at Vicky and saw that she was still absorbed in her shopping, so she stepped forward, put her hands on his shoulders, lifted a leg and put its foot through one of the leg holes of the soaking wet, red panties.
Her still bared tits were right in front of his bulbous, red nose and his wet, lizard like tongue shot out of his mouth and licked her right nipple. She slapped his head and said, “Stop that!” He pulled his head back a little and let her step into the other leg hole of the panties.
Now her pubic mound was right in front of his face and, not being able to restrain himself, he again leaned forward, this time lashing his tongue out and engulfing her clit with it. While she considered Zania’s warning, she let the little troll lick her clit for a minute. She was sorely tempted to let him mouth her pussy a little to see if he was as orally gifted as Zania had claimed he was, but a closer look at his grotesque face finally made her think better of it and instead, she slapped his head again, making him stop.
He reluctantly withdrew his tongue and, with his rock hard cock dangling out of his pants, she heard him yell out, “God damn it, woman, please let me eat your pussy, I’m begging you.” She responded, “Just pull my panties up and behave yourself.”
He groaned and dutifully pulled the drool soaked, silken bikini panties up over her equipment and patted them into place. He grabbed his pre-cum leaking prick in his hand again and groaned, “Jesus, baby, have a heart, won’t you at least suck my dick off?” “In your dreams,” she responded with a laugh,” patting him on the cheek, like he was being a naughty little boy.
Vicky, with Ronnie’s being occupied by her mother’s body, had spent her free time wisely and made a close review of the inventory, then selected the only equipment items she could afford - the very cheapest ones. She got Ronnie’s attention off of her mother, and his hand off his prick, long enough for her to be able to pay him and then the two of them had dodged the slimy little turd’s groping hands and his bobbing dick, as they made their escape. As they drove away they both felt like they needed a fully clothed shower to remove the human rodent’s greasy, smelly fingerprints from their skin and clothing.
The left behind Ronnie fell back down onto the wooden chair, money in one hand and his rigid cock back in his other hand, gasping as he thought to himself, “Holy shit, that is the finest pair of hoes I have ever seen. God damn it, I am going to nail both of them if it kills me. And, whenever I do get my mouth on that fine mother’s pussy, I am going to pig out on that bitch’s goodies, until I pass out. Shit, there was nothing more satisfying than bagging a mother/daughter combo, especially a pair who looked as fantastic as these two did.”
His mind full of their tits and asses, and that perfect pussy he’d gotten such a close up look at, his cock went off in his hand and shot a stream of cum halfway across the room.
4. COSTUMES & NAMES &
SOME INSESTUAL
HEAT:
Deferring the much needed shower, Vicky and Mona had left Ronnie’s dump of an office and gone directly to an exclusive exercise boutique, where they selected a simple, bright yellow, two piece outfit for Vicky to wear as her first superheroine costume. The stylish halter top had long sleeves and a low scooped neckline that exposed a maximum of Vicky’s breast flesh. It came down to just under her magnificent, firm, double E breasts and the tight, stretch materials caused them to jut out even more than they normally did.
The bottom half of the costume was a pair of satiny yellow bikini tights that hugged and highlighted her ass, to its absolute best advantage. The hips were cut high and the material between her legs strained to cover her fully fleshed crotch. Her bare midriff was delightfully displayed between the two skimpy yellow costume parts and the outfit presented her entire body in a tantalizing, mouth watering manner. Her full, exquisite, extremely plush thighs were absolutely to die for.
They then went to Frederick of Hollywood’s and picked out a pair of knee length, white latex boots with five inch stiletto heels, as well as a matching pair of elbow length gloves. Vicky had also found a delightfully short, baby blue, flared skirt that barely covered the top half of her splendidly rounded ass cheeks. It was sexy as hell and both she and her mother thought that the superfluous item would be fun for her to wear from time to time. It was just another thing to divert her opponent’s attention with. Men just couldn’t resist stopping and looking up under women’s short skirt, anytime they got the chance, even during a fight.
They took the new costume back to Mona’s home where Vicky excitedly tried it all on. Their choice had been excellent because it looked absolutely sensational on her superbly curved body. She looked every bit the extremely sexy superheroine crime fighter.
Mona then brought out an old white mask of hers and told her daughter, “This is one of the special masks that I brought from our island. Once it has been put on a Tristan princess, it can’t be removed without her consent and absolutely nothing can force her to give that consent, against her will. Now, please try it on, darling.”
Vicky put the shiny object on and felt it magically lock to her face. Mona walked around the dazzling female form that was her daughter and said, “Wow, baby, you look absolutely perfect.” She ran her hands over Vicky’s splendid curves, then leaned forward and slipped her tongue between her daughter’s parted lips and gave her a short, but very hot, tonsil tickling French kiss.
When she broke off the steaming lip lock, Mona said, “Well darling, now we need pick out a superheroine name for you.” They had spent the next hour kicking around many monikers, but without success. Finally, in frustration, Mona asked, “Well, what nick name has anyone called you that you really liked?”
Vicky responded, “Well, you remember that horny Rumanian gynecologist of yours, the one that we both used to date from time to time. Well, he always called me Pussy Galore, after the character in the James Bond movie, Goldfinger. I always loved that name and thought that it was the sexiest one I had ever heard. So how about me using that as my superheroine call name?”
“Well I can’t think of any reason why you can’t, so Pussy Galore it is,” Mona stated decisively. They stepped towards each other and got tit to tit and stomach to stomach, then sealed the decision with another, even longer and hotter, body squirming, pubic mound humping French kiss.
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5. DAMN THOSE MALFUNCTIONS / A
SEXUAL CHUNK IN THE
ARMOR:
Now being fully equipped, the next day Vicky, as her superheroine alter ego, Pussy Galore, jumped quickly into the role of crime fighter supreme, with a vengeance. After an auspicious and exhilarating start as an independent superheroine vigilante, whose actions were not condoned or encouraged by the police department, she had run into some serious trouble.
Her first several encounters had been against small bands of petty criminals, ones who she had easily pounded into pretzels and left behind to be picked up by the police, after she had made an anonymous phone call.
Then one night her unbroken string of successes came to an abrupt and humiliating halt. She had been battering another similar group of miscreants, when one of them had delivered a powerful blow to her mid-section with a crowbar. The crunching blow had inexplicably caused her second hand power belt to short out, suddenly leaving her without her enhanced superheroine powers.
While her attention was diverted by trying to bring the malfunctioning power belt back to life, by banging on it with her fist, like one would a balky toaster, the three brutish thugs and turned the tables on her. As she was struggling to revive the faulty belt, they had hit her about the head and body with the same crowbar, several times.
Because her normal Amazonian powers were still present, she took the first few blows from the crowbar as though they were a nuisance and it took several more, even harder smashes, to finally drive her to her knees. Then the large sized, muscular, very angry trio of thugs had kicked her in the stomach and sides and viciously punched her head, shoulders and breasts, as they yelled insults at her. When they had her groggy and defenseless they gave her one more crushing blow to the head with the crowbar, which knocked her flat on her face, completely out of it.
Still yelling profanities, they had hustled her limp body into an abandoned building and dumped her on her back on the filthy floor. Just as she was beginning to come too, she felt the crotch of her tights being pushed aside, that sensation being quickly followed by the all too familiar feel of a rather large cock being inserted into her womanhood, right up to the hilt. As her head gradually began to clear, Pussy had felt the only major weakness in her superheroine powers begin to take over her body and mind.
Unlike Wonder Woman, Pussy did not require a magic lasso to make her do whatever a guy or guys wanted her to do. As she had discovered in her earliest dating days as her alter ego, Vicky, once a male had penetrated any of her three sexual pleasure providing orifices with his cock, she was rendered defenseless to resist him. Even worse, after said horny male had shot his wad into any one of her trio of cock receptacles, she became sexually intoxicated and, from then on, felt an irresistible compunction to do whatever he wanted her to do to please him, or to just let him use her treasure trove of female assets to gratify himself, any way he wanted too.
The reason that Pussy/Vicky could be turned into virtual nympho maniacs this way, lie in the fact that each of a Tristan woman’s three orifices came equipped with its own large, super sensitive clit. As a result, whenever a male cock, or a dildo, or fingers, or anything else that was handy to violate her with, was inserted into any of her moist openings, there was a clit there to be stimulated. These sexual nubs, when they experienced friction of any kind, automatically transformed the Tristan female into a very sexually receptive mood.
The cum load that followed, whichever port it went into, created an almost trance-like nymphonic response and turned the Tristan female into helpless sexual toast. And she stayed that way until well after the sexual activity was concluded and her exploiter(s) had left her thoroughly violated and used, to their complete satisfaction and gratification.
Also, as she had learned early on in Vicky’s dating life, the men who got this temporary control over her body, through her triple clits, always wanted her to do a lot of sexual things for them, all of which seemed to fall into general category of being very dirty and kinky.
While, during her dating days, this so easily activated, uncontrollable propensity to please, had usually not been a problem at all for her, as she felt the cock of the first of these three vile burglars began plundering her unbelievably statuesque body, she quickly realized that this sexual weakness of hers was indeed going to put a very serious and dangerously detrimental chink in her superheroine crime fighting armor.
And, sure enough, as she experienced the first forward thrust of the robber’s hips drive his cock into her fast lubricating channel, she had felt the sexual heat almost instantly spread throughout her body, causing it to respond aggressively and began to help the repulsive looking crook optimize his nasty minded sexual fun with her. After she had taken the first intoxicating cum load, she had spent the next few hours being callously penetrated and reamed out by the three half-wit, hair-lipped bandits and having various sexual atrocities committed on her person, with her helpless, full cooperation. Pussy shook her head and thought, “It’s not easy to go through life with a big clit in the entrance to your throat and up your ass.”
That night’s action was now mostly a blur in her mind and she could only remember fragments of the demeaning things that had been done to her. She did well remember, though, that the street thugs had turned out to not only be ugly, but also to be real dirty minded jerks, as well.
After they had each taken a couple of turns with her, using the orifice of their choice, and had emptied their well gratified, throbbing weapons into her oozing pleasure slots, they had all piled on her at once and used all three of her slickened openings, simultaneously, switching positions over and over as they laughed at her and used her like a two-bit whore. Of course, having all three of her clits assaulted at the same time, was the ultimate turn on and it drove her right into pure sluthood.
To close out this degrading evening of rape and physical abuse, the gross thugs had put her on her knees in the middle of the filthy room. Then one of them had sat down on the floor in front of her face and forcefully pushed her mouth down onto his sticky cock and made her suck it while he leaned back on his hands and humped her face. The other two thugs went behind her dirt and cum streaked, upturned ass and took alternating turns squat fucking her already well stretched anal passage, buggering it good. They had all ended up electing to shoot their wads into her face and mouth, totally flooding her with one last round of thick, sticky sperm juice.
When they were through with her, as a final act of contempt, two of the guys had stood over her and watched, as she lay helplessly on her back, her body shaking from the titanic climax they had driven her too, while the third gang member picked up her dirt covered, cum slick tights and callously stuffed them into her open mouth, then put the bottom of his shoe against her lips and pressed it down hard, to make sure that the material was all the way inside her well used oral cavity.
After they left, she had to lay there for a few minutes to let her sex fogged mind clear a little, before she was finally able to struggle to her feet, still half drunk on their cum. Once standing, she pulled the tights out of her mouth and put them back on over her plush, cum/dirt mud covered, very sticky hips and ass; then shakily left the scene of her first humiliating defeat.
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at home two months later, as she took another sip of coffee, Vicky had to
admit to herself that she had been embarrassingly cooperative during their
lewd debauching of her overheated body. Her right hand strayed over
her always warm pubic mound, as she thought about what the disgusting trio
of creeps had done to her and reflexively two fingers slipped in into her
wet, oozing vagina and began stirring it. She thought dreamily that
she now certainly better understood her mother’s warning about criminals
and violent gang rape, as her fingers, with a seeming mind of their own,
probed her responding womanhood, deeply.
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6. LETS FIX
THIS STUFF/bills, bills, bills/FINANCIAL AND MARITAL
COMPLICATIONS:
Immediately after this unfortunate and repugnant cock whipping she had been subjected too, Vicky had sent the faulty power belt off to Ronnie’s warehouse, to be fixed by one of the repair technicians he used. When it came back, the bill for the repairs had been much larger than she had thought it would be and the payment of the invoice had taken all of the cash she had managed to save out of the small monthly living allowance her husband gave her.
When her mother had told her that she was an Amazon superheroine, Vicky hadn’t realized that it was going to be such an expensive vocation. Even though she was winning nearly all of her battles, there were still lots of things to replace or repair. Equipment, torn costumes, broken boot heels, lost gloves, shredded and hopelessly filthy tights. Mona had even told her that, based on her own experience, she would have to buy tights to replace the ones that her opponents took with them, after they had defeated and debauched her; said tights to become a permanent trophy, nailed on the wall of some despicable miscreant, as a stained reminder of their total conquest of her.
It soon became readily apparent to her that she needed to find a way to supplement her income, and quick, but she had no idea how she was going to do it. Her husband was a salesman for an industrial equipment manufacturer and was on the road from Monday morning through Friday evening, every week. He made a fairly good commission income, but it was just enough for them to live on. Their budget certainly didn’t have any room in it to pay for the high cost of maintenance associated with being a superheroine.
Plus, it was imperative that she keep her husband completely in the dark about these superheroine activities of hers. Her mother had wisely advised her not to ever let him know anything about what she was doing as a superheroine. Mona had explained that the first and best rule for a superheroine had always been, “stay single, stay focused.” The fact that Vicky even had a husband was trouble enough and if he were ever to find out what she was doing, it would undoubtedly cause the end of their marriage.
Not that Mona would really have minded if the marriage did break up. She had been opposed to their wedding from the beginning. George was not at all attractive and was a complete mismatch with Vicky, in looks and brains. Plus he was boring as hell and had no financial future. In short, he was everything that Mona deplored.
None of that made any difference to Vicky, though. She loved George. Well, to be more accurate, she was in love with his cock, which was far and away the largest one she had ever seen. Its massive girth and tremendous length put a smile on her face every time he put it in her, anywhere. Once a girl had had a prick of that enormous bulk diddle her, she could never go back and be satisfied with regular sized ones. In fact, she still smiled broadly every time she even thought about her husband’s supreme pussy wrecker.
Therefore, she had pledged herself to do everything she possibly could to preserve their marriage, by making sure that he never found out about what she was out doing, while he was gone all week on his sales trips. What else could she do? No girl could find a rational way to tell her husband that she was out spending her time jousting with very bad characters, whom occasionally got the upper hand on her and, among other atrocities they committed on her person, tried to fuck her brains out. Few husbands would be able to cope with that situation, and especially not hers.
Unfortunately, her mother couldn’t help her financially,
either. Soon after Vicky had
gotten married and left home, Mona’s war chest of cash funds had finally
run out. For the two years that
preceded that event, she had been going out with Jewish lawyer and real estate
entrepreneur named Saul Fineberg, who was a member of a very wealthy
The rich and powerful Saul was a man of the world and an extremely well hung, skilled cocksman of the first order. His wealth, good looks and desire for kinky sex had exposed him to all types of beautiful women and wild sex acts of all conceivable types. But he had never come across anyone like Mona. One look at her incomparable beauty, one exposure to her sensuous personality and deep sophistication, and one night in the sack experiencing her professional Coutesean level sexual skills and he was completely smitten with and hooked on her.
From that first day on Saul, having found the trophy wife of his dreams, had been trying to get her to marry him. Although she knew that he was the perfect match for her, there was a major problem. His father, the scion of the family, speaking for the family, insisted that he have her sign a prenup agreement with him, as a condition of the marriage. When Saul had advised Mona of this demand, she had felt insulted by the whole idea of it and had steadfastly refused to agree to sign one.
Besides the prenup agreement demand, a further source of her deep resentment about the situation, was the fact that Saul’s rich bitch, first wife, Vera, was a distant blood relative of his family and the family till liked her very much and always sided with her over Mona. Vera and her nineteen year old daughter, Beth, were an uppity pair of witches, who were living high off of the proceeds of Saul’s divorce settlement. Mona absolutely couldn’t stand either one of the pretty, spoiled pair, and the feeling was mutual.
But, in spite of her steadfast stand on principle, when her cash ran out, she had reluctantly decided that it was in her best interest to sign the damnable prenup. Even though three years had passed since then, she still harbored a bitter grudge against Saul’s family and hadn’t forgiven Saul for being a part of the belittling contractual arrangement, either.
Since the marriage, she had been Saul’s perfect trophy wife and she lived that position in exquisite comfort in a huge, beautiful home, enjoying all of the niceties of the good life. But, since day one, the families financial manager had kept her under extremely tight financial controls. Her credit cards were limited to use in the finest restaurants and at the best clothing stores, everywhere in the world.
She was allowed to spend any amount of money she wanted to, in those establishments, because Saul, the lover of kinky sex, encouraged her to dress in a very risqué manner, partly to help make their sex as erotic as she looked, and partly to make the world totally envious of the spectacular trophy he had won.
Saul was still insatiably enamored with her incredibly wanton sexual skills and had no way of knowing about the X-rated, superheroine circumstances under which she had been forced to hone her wondrous, completely uninhibited, whorish talents. Nor did he have any idea about how many ugly, nasty men had forced her to perform the grossest of sex acts for them, for hours on end, thereby helping her develop the world class skills of a woman of the night that she possessed.
In spite of her deeply held resentments and grudges, life had been too perfect for her to think about rocking the boat, so far. So she had played the trophy wife game to the hilt and kept her prenup resentments to herself. In fact, the only true downside to this otherwise perfect financial and sexual arrangement she had with Saul, was that it prevented her from being of any financial assistance to her daughter.
7. PRICING NEW EQUIPMENT AND LEARNING
“FINANCING”
ALTERNATIVES:
When Vicky had gone to Ronnie’s office to pick up the repaired power belt, it tested out okay but was still underpowered and the always obnoxious, crude mannered businessman told her that he still could not vouch for its reliability. Her recent catastrophic defeat still burned vividly in her brain, she realized that she had no choice but to find a way to upgrade her equipment, if she seriously wanted to be successful in pursuing her new and noble vocation.
She knew from her mother that, even using the most up to date equipment, she would still get into some situations in which she was going to lose a fight and suffer the demeaning consequences that always followed. But she wanted the best equipment available on the market, so she could optimize her powers and decrease the number of losses to an acceptable level. She didn’t want to have to suffer any more unnecessary and embarrassing defeats, like this first one.
While she was at Ronnie’s office putting up with his ever active hands, she finally removed his hands from her tits and asked him to show her the high end new power belts he had, and quote her their prices. Ronnie had gotten his catalog out and, as they stood side by side, he had shown her all of the top of the line equipment and their prices, while he kept his hand cupped on her tight jeans covered ass. The prices were astoundingly high to her. The cost of the power belt she needed was $10,000, an amount that was far beyond anything she would ever be able to afford.
After looking everything over, wishfully, Vicky had taken Ronnie’s hand off of her ass and gone around to the other side of the counter, then asked him if she could qualify for credit. Ronnie had smiled a yellow toothed grin that made his fat, florid face look even uglier than ever, and told her that he conducted a cash only business, but that if she wanted to do a little work on the side, he had several connections with people and businesses, who liked to make good use of superheroines who sorely needed money.
Her interest piqued, she quickly asked him what type of work he was talking about. He told her that he was a partner in a strip joint and escort service and assured her that he could get her some work at both places and stressed that the jobs paid extremely well. Appalled by this brazen suggestion, she quickly told the leering slob that she wasn’t interested in doing anything like that. It was not only morally distasteful to her, but she also couldn’t run the risk of her husband accidentally finding out she was doing anything like that.
Listening to her response, Ronnie astutely detected a sliver of opportunity that might allow him to set the hook in this breathtakingly built Amazon beauty and both make himself some money with her, and get some fantastic sex from her, as well. It was obvious to him that, from what she was saying, she was more worried about getting caught performing immoral acts, than actually committing them.
Pressing the issue to see how far she would go, he told her that, if she
wanted to make some really big money, and quick, enough cash to pay the total
bill for the new power belt she wanted, he could get her a one night gig
at a club right across the border in
Her curiosity suddenly revived by the sound of this high dollar suggestion,
she asked, “you mean I could earn the entire $10,000 in one night?
Well that is interesting! And just what would I have to do to get that
kind of money?” “Well Puss”, Ronnie said, “the
owner of a
Vicky reacted as though she had been slapped in the face, “oh my god
you are kidding?” “No I’m not kidding”, Ronnie
assured her. “Why I’ve never heard of such a thing”,
Vicky said in shocked amazement. “Puss,” Ronnie responded
casually, “girls get fucked by donkeys every night in
As she turned to leave, Ronnie came around the counter and again cupped his
hand under her jutting ass cheeks, while he walked her to the door.
He leaned over and licked her ear and whispered smoothly, “Okay, Puss,
now you think real hard about what I told you, and let me know if you change
your mind. It all pays real well, but the
When she’d gotten home, she had called her mother and told her about the price of the belt she wanted and of Ronnie’s disgusting suggestions as to how she could earn enough money to pay for it. Mona commiserated with her and calmly agreed that these were not desirable ways to solve her money problems and that they would just have to continue looking for better alternatives.
8. UNDER POWERED/BATTER
UP:
Armed with her repaired power belt, Pussy had followed up her unfortunate defeat with several very exciting and successful captures of criminals. Then she made the mistake of overestimating her strength and skills and had bitten off more than she could chew. Well that might not be the best choice of words to describe what happened, because she ended up with a lot of meaty things being stuck in her mouth that night, all of which were very challenging, but none of which proved to be more than she could chew.
While out scouting a rough neighborhood, she had come across five burly young street toughs who were robbing a convenience store. Completely full of herself, instead of alerting the police, she had rushed in and said, “stay right where you are, you are all under arrest.”
The group turned their heads and looked at her in her skimpy new costume and one of them said, “Just who in the fuck are you, bitch?” She put her hands on her hips and announced proudly, “I am the superheroine named Pussy Galore and I am here to put you thieves in jail.”
“Pussy Galore, huh,” the leader of the band of robbers laughed. “Well from the looks of you, sweet cheeks, you sure as hell picked out the right name cause you look like you are one hell of a pussy. Now if you will just wait around until we are through here, we’d sure like to give your pussy a real good fucking.”
Incensed by this insulting language, she rushed them and started giving the group a thorough thrashing before bad luck intervened. She had been on the verge of routing them, when she knocked one of the young hoodlums into a barrel full of small, youth league, aluminum baseball bats that the convenience store had on sale that day. He had scrambled to his feet and grabbed some of the bats and handed them out to his fellow gang members, who then took the handy little weapons, surrounded her and then began battering her with the junior sized weapons.
She had put up quite a fight, but her power belt had been too underpowered for her to be successful against this many strong, agile young thugs, now all armed with metal bats. As the fight had gone on, they kept smashing the sturdy little clubs against her lushly curved body, from head to calves, this vicious bat assault eventually turning the tide of the fight in their favor. When she had finally gone down, they had used their feet and fists as well as the bats, to savagely pound her magnificently formed body into total submission.
When she had been rendered helpless, the motley group of burglers had tossed her into their van and driven her to a secluded spot on a back country road. As she gradually came out of it, in the back of the van, she found herself already sandwiched between two of the brutal thieves, with a cock in her mouth and another one in her vagina. Both of the cocks were being vigorously plunged in and out of her orifices. She could tell by the heat in her body that the gang had been having their way with her for quite awhile and realized that she was in the process of suffering her second defeat of the evening, as she felt her body already being driven well into its full man pleasing mode
This second defeat was soon fully consummated when she felt her two assailant’s cocks simultaneously erupt in both her mouth and cunt, thereby sealing her fate for the rest of the evening. For the next few hours, the five nasty minded, unbathed, despicable looking bastards had kept the van rocking wildly, as they had literally tried to fuck her to death.
That night she had learned the true meaning of the term “he’s a real pain in the ass.” After they had all had a turn with her pussy and then a second round with her mouth, screaming profanities at her during the whole process, the merciless thugs had decided to get serious and dish out some real pain.
The leader of the pack had his buddies put her on her elbows and knees then had them lined up behind her, ready to take their turns squat fucking her anus. The leader of the group grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head up and said, “Now, for giving us all that shit earlier, we are going to give your ass a fucking you’ll never forget, bitch.” He then looked up at the first guy in line and ordered, “Bugger the slut.”
She braced herself and felt the first thug’s thick cock penetrate her tight rear channel, a couple of inches, then begin battering its way in to full depth. The pain was intense until it completed its trip all the way in to full depth. The guy then began rutting her as hard as he could for nearly a minute, then she felt the penis evacuate her rear cavity and be quickly replaced by another large dong, which was used to continued the brutal assault.
They continued their rape of her rear chute, each thug giving it to her good then stepping aside for the next guy as soon as he was winded. They kept this process up for what seemed to her to be an eternity, before they began shooting their wads into her now well reamed, gaping, fucked out anus.
Next, she was forced to give her first, five dicks at once, blow job. For that oral extravaganza, the randy thugs had dragged her out of the van and put her on her knees on the muddy ground, then had crowded around her head and began keeping her mouth busy. by continuously shoving a new cock in it every few seconds.
She well remembered all of the hands in her hair, twisting her head in all directions as they stuck their rigid dongs between her teeth and violently raped her mouth, while they called her filthy names and laughed as they watched her try to cope with having the cockheads endlessly stuck in her mouth. The action was non-stop and, by the time she had swallowed down the last load of their jism, her jaws ached and her lips were severely chapped.
After she had swallowed the last of the five loads, they had tossed her back in the van and, after they had all finished taking her all three ways, each, and oftentimes simultaneously, they had found some very tasteless ways to make use of both ends of the one youth baseball bat they had brought along with them, as a souvenir of her defeat. After each vulgar insertion, of one end or the other of the hard, rigid weapon into her lower, oozing and completely reamed out, pleasure providing receptacles, they took great pleasure in sticking the, just used, and very slick ends of the bat into her mouth and making her suck it clean.
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sip of the now cold coffee and had to concede to herself, as she slipped
a third finger into her very warm and wet pussy, that she had been a total
slut for the crude jerks, by the time they had finished with her, at which
point the ungrateful bastards had unceremoniously kicked her out the back
door of the van as they drove off. She had lain there in the mud for
several minutes, twitching with passion, before she had been able to pull
herself together and get up. Fortunately they had thrown her tights
out with her, so she put them on, then walked until she had found a pay phone
outside a gas station, then called her mother collect, to come and pick her
up.
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9.
DINNER WITH THE BOSS/WAYS TO HELP A HUBBY BE
SUCCESSFUL?:
On the following Sunday, George’s new boss had come to town to have
dinner with them at
George was very proud of Vicky and always loved to put her on display, so every one could see how lucky he was. He had been especially happy to get the opportunity to show her off to his new boss and he had selected his favorite sexy outfit for her to wear for the occasion; a yellow, absolutely form fitting, cleavage exposing, ass cheek cupping, mid-thigh length dress and looked fantastic on her. She too, loved the way it made her look and got really turned on by the perfectly matching yellow garter-belt, bikini panties, soft bra, nylons and five inch high heeled shoes that went with it. Her golden power belt looked so good with the dress that she decided to wear it instead of the belt that came with it.
Since, immediately after dinner, George and his boss were going to leave town, directly from the restaurant, he and Vicky agreed that she would go in her own car and meet them at the eatery. George took his suitcase and left to drive to his boss’s hotel to pick him up. A half an hour later, Vicky drove to the restaurant and had trouble finding a place to park, finally having to leave her car five blocks from the building’s entrance. This caused her to have to walk a couple of blocks through a seedy bar area, before the quality of the neighborhood dramatically improved.
George and his boss, Sergio Montini, were already at the restaurant when she arrived. She went over to them and George introduced her to his formidable looking employer. Sergio immediately bent forward and kissed her hand, then stepped back and looked her up and down, approvingly, and said, “George you are a very, very fortunate man”. “I know, isn’t she something”, her husband beamed broadly? “She’s all that and more”, Sergio responded, with a very appreciative smile.
Vicky walked ahead of them as a hostess led them to their table. Knowing how important tonight was to them, she was as interested in making a good impression on George’s new boss as he was, so she gave Sergio a full swinging, rear view of the spectacular body her husband was married too. She put an extra twist in her strut and was absolutely certain that the boss’s eyes were riveted to her ass cheeks, taking in the erotic sight. She had been correct in her assumption!
They were guided to a corner table that sat two on each side. Vicky slid in on the leather bench seat and George had his boss sit next to her, while he sat across from them. She watched George’s boss take a quick look at the menu, then ordered a bottle of wine and some appetizers. Sergio appeared to her to be in his late forties. He had a thick crop of salt and pepper hair, was heavy set, dark skinned and very Italian looking and had a look about him of complete selfassurance.
As they chatted, Vicky was her usual outgoing, flirty, prick teasing self. After the wine was poured and they had started picking on the nibble food, she suddenly felt Sergio’s thick hand slide onto her thigh. The heavy wooden table top prevented George from seeing anything, so Vicky decided that, under the circumstances, she shouldn’t object. She went on leading the conversation, as though nothing was happening, while Sergio’s hand continued to stroke her leg.
George mostly listened while Vicky and Sergio chattered away and was very pleased to see that his boss obviously liked his very sexy wife. He had been extremely concerned about his future ever since the company had been taken over by the new owners, and he had quickly found his new boss to be very difficult to deal with. Watching the two of them interact so well, George was suddenly feeling better about keeping his job. He was glad he picked out the yellow outfit for Vicky to wear tonight. It was obviously quite a hit with the very pleased Mr. Montini.
Everything bubbled right along before Sergio finally ordered the main course and another expensive bottle of wine. George then excused himself and went to the restroom. As he walked away Vicky felt Sergio’s hand go up under the hem of her skirt and onto the strip of bare thigh, residing above the tops of her nylons. She looked directly into his eyes and said, “Now Mr. Montini, you are being very naughty.”
The thickset Italian didn’t remove his hand and countered smoothly, “Meeting you and seeing how incredibly beautiful you are has given me a whole new appreciation of your husband. George is so low keyed that I have been very concerned about whether or not he could really be a successful salesman for us. But now that I have seen you, I believe he can have a future with our company.”
He lifted his wine glass and toasted her, saying, “Before I make a final decision about George, I’d like to discuss with you some things that you could do to help your husband be more successful in selling our products. I am going to make a special trip back here in a couple of weeks, so that I can take you out for the evening and discuss George’s future and what you could do to help him get a raise and sell more equipment. You are so astoundingly beautiful and sexy that I am positive you could be extremely helpful in convincing some of your husband’s customers to buy our products from him. Will that be alright with you, Mrs. Townsend? I’m sure you want your husband to be successful and make a lot more money.”
By then Sergio’s hand had worked its way almost up to the crotch of her panties. “Why yes, of course I want to be supportive of George and I’ll be glad to meet with you and find out what I could be doing to help my husband,” Vicky responded, with a bright smile. “Wonderful, I’ll call you and will very much look forward to meeting with you then”, said Sergio, with a near leer. “Please, you must stop now”, Vicky said, touching his hand, “George is coming back.” Sergio slid his hand out from under her skirt as they both smiled and welcomed George as he sat back down.
They devoured their meal and finished off the second bottle of wine. By then, Vicky was feeling a little light headed, both from the wine and from the hand that had been stroking her thighs all evening, right under her husband’s unknowing nose. George had obliviously smiled through it all and just seemed to be thrilled that the evening had gone so well. Sergio called for the bill and, while they waited for the waiter to return with the credit card slip to be signed, George went out to get his car.
Sergio’s hand immediately went back under her skirt and inserted itself forcefully between her smooth, lush thighs, this time reaching her crotch. “Now, Mr. Montini you really shouldn’t” she chided him. “I know, but I’m going to anyway”, he responded with a commanding smile. When the waiter brought the charge slip back, Sergio signed it with one hand, while the fingers of his other one stroked her pussy lips through the silken material of her damp panties.
When the waiter left, they got up and started walking to the door, with Sergio’s hand residing on her gyrating ass cheeks, caressing them both, right in front of everyone.
10. POWER FAILURE & HIGH PROTEIN
DESSERT:
Vicky waived goodbye to George and Sergio as they drove away, then started walking towards her car. She had drunk too much wine and was actually feeling more than a little bit tipsy. She was also very hot from letting George’s boss stroke her thighs all evening. These twin stimulations had her mind reeling. George’s boss had been one confident, aggressive guy and she could hardly believe the liberties he had taken with her, with her husband being right there.
Her foggy mind wondered what Sergio could possibly have in mind for her to do to help her husband’s career along. Whatever it was, she certainly hoped she would be able to do it, because they surely could use that raise Sergio was talking about. But it seemed inconceivable to her that she could possibly be of any help with George’s customers, since she knew absolutely nothing about industrial equipment.
Shaking her head in wonderment, she had no answers. The only thing she knew for sure was that her husband’s forceful boss wanted to get in her panties, real bad. But then didn’t everybody, she sighed? She was just going to have to humor him along and do the best she could. Her inebriated mind was overwhelmed by all of this, as she proceeded to within a block of her parked car.
At that moment a small boy, who looked to be in his early teens, ran out of the alley she was walking by. He tugged on her arm and blurted out, “Please lady, my mother has fallen down. Can you come with me and look at her and see if you can help us?”
Vicky was immediately concerned for the sweet looking youngster and his plight, so she began following him, the call for her assistance automatically converting her into her superheroine persona, a tipsy Pussy Galore. They had gone about thirty feet down the alley when Pussy felt something smash against the back of her already reeling head, stunning her. She put her hand to her forehead and spread her feet apart to try and maintain her balance. The kid she had been following suddenly whirled around and brought his knee up between her parted thighs, blasting it into her yellow bikini panty covered crotch, practically pulverizing the lips of her pussy.
More pain shot through her body as the blow bent her forward at the waist and forced a loud “ooofffff” from her mouth. Another boy, who was standing behind Pussy, was suddenly presented with a clear view of her gorgeously curved ass and the strip of satiny yellow panties that was stretched across the fleshy crotch that was now fully exposed to him. He wound up and gave the colorful target a wicked uppercut, planting his smallish fist flush between her pussy and anus, giving her a double wedgie. Her body responded to the hard blow by straightening back up, as her now pursed lips let out another loud yelp of pain.
Pussy’s hurt clouded eyes now saw a different boy standing in front of her and, before she could do anything, watched him quickly bury his fist, first into one of her huge breasts, and then deep into the other one, each wicked punch squashing her nipples and bringing a howl of pain from her lips.
Then all of them jumped in and began pounding their fists into her lush flesh, from all angles, as one of the young punks yelled, “Don’t hit that pretty face of hers, we want her to look good while she’s sucking our cocks.”
Pussy couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She had her power belt on, but she could still feel the full pain of the blows she was taking and her inherited alcohol dulled reactions were almost in slow motion. At the very beginning of the assault, she thought that the excessive consumption of wine was the thing that was impairing her ability to forcefully respond, but then she realized that her power belt was not working. By the time her wine impaired mind had fully grasped the problem, the non-stop blows to her body had her in serious trouble.
She kept trying to battle them, but the well organized gang of teens continued to rain blows down on her, incessantly. The youngster, who had started the assault by hitting her over the head with a heavy pipe, now rammed the end of the pipe into her exposed stomach doubling her over. He then swung the heavy weapon down on the small of her back driving her to her hands and knees. She immediately felt a booted foot explode against the side of her head snapping it sideways and sending her long auburn hair flying wildly. More boots thudded against her sides as two of the boys savagely kicked her, repeatedly, the blows causing spittle to be expelled from her now slackened mouth.
So far the assault on her had been conducted in near silence, the only sounds being that of the blows splatting against her curvaceous body and the groans of pain that emanated from her, in reaction. Finally she heard one of her assailants say “damn, this bitch can really take it, everybody else we have attacked like this has been in the fetal position long before now. Shit Paul, give the whore another head shot.”
The pipe wielder raised the heavy weapon above his head and brought it down on the back of their fabulously built victim’s head, with a very loud crunching sound. This conclusive blow drove her face down into the grimy dirt floor of the alley.
For good measure one of the boys put his boot on her neck while the other three viciously stomped her prostrate body with the heels of their boots, each thudding blow bringing fainter and fainter pained auditory responses from their barely conscious, soon to be rapee.
When they finally stopped kicking her, one of them grasped a hand full of auburn hair and jerked her head up, checked out her glazed eyes, then let it drop face first back down into the dirt, saying “damn, she is one tough bitch, but she’s pretty much out of it now.”
The sexually excited and gratified boys grabbed their sexual prize by the arms and dragged her stunning and stunned body across the filthy ground, her breasts, stomach and thighs bumping along in the dirt, until they got her around the corner, completely out of sight from the street. They dumped the limp body behind a dumpster; face down in the piles of stinking, wet, bar garbage that was overflowing from the big metal receptacle.
Pussy was gradually beginning to recover her wits as she lay in the wet, dank layers of stinking refuse. Even though the alcoholic haze was still slowing her down, she pushed herself groggily to her hands and knees and looked up. To her shock she saw four small boys standing around her, all apparently about the same age as the one whom she had followed into the alley. They were neatly dressed in very expensive clothing and looked like they had just stepped right out of one of the Westside mansions. Damn, she thought, here I am a superheroine being overpowered and beaten up by a band of little rich kids who were apparently out trolling for illicit, criminal sex.
As the four juveniles stared down at her, she could hear them commenting to each other about her looks, “Man, would you look at the rack of tits this broad has got on her and how about that smoking ass. Shit, this is by far the best one we’ve captured yet. That god damn restaurant’s a fucking goldmine for attracting the primmest bitches in town. And look at that damn ring on her finger, this gorgeous bimbo is married. Man we get to do some poor slob’s wife and cuckold the hell out of him. Now how great is that? God damn, we’ve really hit the jackpot this time”.
Pussy started to try and get to her feet, again. “Damn this fuckin broad just won’t give up. Everyone else we’ve hit like that stayed down for the count. Shit we’d better give this slut some more.” One boy slid behind her as she got her body upright, while still being on her knees. He grabbed her by the hair and held her, while each of the other three took turns burying their boots in her perfectly rounded stomach and heavy, pendulous breasts, until the wind had been completely knocked out of her and she was left open mouthed and gasping.
The boys looked down at her and one of them said “from the way her mouth is hanging open, I think she’s ready for us to stick a cock in it.” One of the boys took the hint and Pussy helplessly watched him unzip his pants, pull out a youthful, not yet full grown cock, then step up and shove it between her parted lips, the quick tonsil banging penetration, virtually sealing her fate for the evening. She immediately began responding to the thin penis, chewing the rigid pole and bobbing her head vigorously, sliding it in and out of her hungry mouth, while she sucked on it noisily.
The two hours of thigh rubbing by George’s boss had developed a real sexual hunger inside of her, that further accentuated her after penetration turn-on. One of the boys watching his buddy get his prick eaten by their plush bodied captive, said, “Shit look at that cocksucking slut eat Bennie’s meat would you. Her old man must not be giving her enough at home, cause she sure is enjoying the hell out of cuckolding his dumb ass”.
As Pussy greedily ate the youthful penis, she wondered if these boys were even old enough to ejaculate. She quickly found out that they certainly were, when the first boy’s fresh load of spunk splashed against the entrance to her throat, turning her brain into sexual mush. His emptied pecker was quickly replaced by a full one and that youthfully excited member didn’t last long either as, in short order, she received her second mouthful of hot juvenile jism and choked it down.
The boys were very concerned about being discovered by someone while they were committing this rape so, to speed things up, the third boy stepped up and pulled Vicky’s head down until her hands were on the ground and then knelt in front of her and fed her his pale white shaft. The fourth boy knelt behind her outrageously curved and inviting ass, pushed the crotch of her panties aside and took her pussy, doggy style. Like the others it didn’t take long for these two boys to spray their hot loads into her two well stoked orifices.
After those two had pulled out of the panting Pussy, they pushed her over on her back in the reeking garbage, stripped her panties off and pushed her knees up to her shoulders, fully exposing her vagina. Boy number one hooked his arms behind her knees, mounted her and gave her wide open snatch a thorough and noisy banging, while the others watched and urged him on with the filthiest of language.
When he was through, boy number two replaced him and did exactly the same, his thin hips splatting loudly against the backs of her upturned thighs and ass cheeks, his driving cock sounding like a sump pump at work, as it churned her dripping cuntal channel.
After he had dumped a full load of jism deep inside the helpless wife’s hot, fabulously stacked body, the other two stepped up and said, “Lets DP this cheating cunt.” They got Pussy back onto her feet and led her out of the garbage.
One of them lay down on his back on the ground and they made her straddle him and sit down on his stiff cock. He then grabbed her head and pulled it down beside his, while the second boy mounted her ass and buried his meat in her anus. The two youths then began slamming their rigid dicks into her side by side receptacles, while the other two stood and watched her getting taken, but good. The two young fuckers put on such a show with her that the pair of watchers had to come over and pull her head up so they could take turns fucking her gasping mouth.
She was now a mass of sexual nerve endings who couldn’t get enough of their cocks and she proceeded to make a total slut out of herself, servicing the four rich punk’s demands, like a common whore. “God damn, guys, would you look at this hot ass bride take our meat. The bitchin’ slut can’t seem to get enough of it. Shit, men, bone her deep and give this tramp all she wants and lets send her home satisfied.”
When they had all finished with her and refilled her with cum, they rolled her over onto her back. Two of them grabbed a leg each and pulled them up to her shoulders, then spread her thighs wide apart. She heard one of the boys say, “Fist her Billy.”
The smallest of the rich kids stepped up to her totally exposed, well used, cum slick crotch, drew his fist back and quickly shot it forward, landing it right on her oozing pussy lips. She groaned and then felt the fourth boy begin to finger fuck her anus.
A second punch quickly landed on her twat, this one even harder. “That’s it Billy, punch the slut until you drive it all the way in. Open the bimbo up real good,” one of them yelled. Billy happily obliged them and punches three, four and five ripped into her helpless cunt, each one gaining a little more penetration. Between each punch the fourth boy also four fingered her abused pussy. While he also strummed her erect cuntal clit, further driving her crazy.
After punch six, the finger fucker said, “I believe she’s ready Billy, the next one should go right in. And it did! Not only in, but halfway up his forearm. With his fist now fully buried inside of their groaning victim, Billy kept thrusting his arm forward, fist fucking her hard. He kept the manual frigging up until their helpless patsy rewarded him with a heaving, totally cuckolding climax.
Billy finally pulled his arm out of her. One of the boys had fished her panties out of the reeking garbage and they all used the silken material to wipe off their cum slick cocks and Billy’s arm. When the last boy had de-cummed himself, he reached down and stuffed the filthy, semen covered, yellow panties fully into her mouth. They then got her up on her feet and ordered her, “spread your feet bitch.”
Sexually delirious, the virtually mindless Pussy did as she was told. A boy grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her head down until her back was perpendicular to the ground. One of the boys showed her a longneck beer bottle that he had picked up out of the garbage and said “you look like you need something to go with those panties you’ve got in your mouth, baby, so we’re going to give you this as our going away present.”
Two of the boys grabbed her by the arms and held her in the bent over position, while the boy talking to her handed the bottle to the remaining gang member. He took it around behind the cuckolding wife and pressed the butt end of the beer bottle against her oozing, exposed pussy. Pussy felt him rub the bottom of the dirty Budweiser bottle against her slippery crotch, for a minute, and then began pressing it into her snatch. As the little rich boy applied pressure, she felt her pussy stretch to accommodate the broad bottle and she groaned as he worked it completely inside her, until only the long neck was still showing.
One of the boys said, “Thanks for the servicing, slut. Tell your husband that we really appreciate him letting us borrow your body and use it to have a little nasty fun with. If you ever want some more of the same, come back by, we’ll be around.” One of them pushed her ass hard, from behind and propelled her face first down into the heaped garbage as they walked away, laughing derisively.
Pussy lay there for a few minutes, the wet slop surrounding the dumpster soaking the front of her dress and her skin. She finally rolled over on her back and pulled the bottle out of her ravished vagina. Then she got up, removed the panties from her mouth and put them back on. She brushed herself off as best she could, found her purse, then walked quickly to her car, thankful that she only saw two couples along the way. They had looked at her quizzically and apparently assumed that she was just some nasty, well used, beautifully built, skanky street walker.
Almost immediately after she had arrived at home, the phone rang. She sat down on a kitchen chair, filthy, oozing cum and tired, picked up the phone and said, “Hello.” “Honey it’s me”, she heard George say, “Where have you been, I’ve been calling for the last hour? I was getting worried”. The call caught her by surprise and as she stammered a little trying to think of what to say, she was transformed back into Vicky. She got control of herself and replied, “Oh, I stopped and had some dessert before I came home and the time just got away from me.”
“Oh great, I was afraid something had really happened to you. I hope it was a good dessert” George said. With visions of the boys spurting young pricks dancing around in her head, she said, “Oh it was nice, fresh stuff, but it was also really very high protein and very fattening, I’m afraid.”
“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it”, her husband responded, “and say, honey, you did a fantastic job tonight. My boss couldn’t stop talking about you, he was so impressed. It is sure nice to have a gorgeous wife like you. Thanks so much for coming to dinner with us. I think it made my relationship with Mr. Montini a lot tighter, and I owe it all to you, honey. Of course that tight little yellow number you were wearing didn’t hurt a bit, either.” Vicky replied, “Thanks darling.” George went on, “Well I don’t want to keep you up baby, thanks again and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He blew her a phone kiss and hung up.
Vicky went into the bathroom, turned on the shower on, kicked off her shoes and stepped under the hot spray, fully clothed, and started trying to clean everything up. She thought about the whole evening as the heated water washed over her. It had been perfectly exhilarating until those little rich punks had jumped her, worked her over and then fucked the hell out of her. She particularly resented their nasty, snotty attitudes, even more so than the drubbing they had given her.
Her mind steeled as she resolved to do what was necessary to never let this happen again. In the morning, she was going to call Ronnie and agree to do whatever she had to do, in order to be able to buy the new power belt she needed.
Then, some day soon, when she had a little time on her hands, she was going to go back to that alley, and this time, when they attacked her, the rotten little bastards would be in for a real good, ball busting, life changing, ass kicking time of it. Since the little bastards liked illicit sex so much, she was going introduce the little assholes to the gay side of life by making the snot nosed little brats see how they liked sucking each others cocks.
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