Shock

Photomanip by Piston Thorn. Caption by Mr. K.

Gold squinted and winced in pain as his fist collided with her jaw. Her head snapped to the side, hair flying in a blond blur, and she stumbled sideways. Off balance and stunned, she was wide open for his next attack. He prided himself on his side kick, and he showed her why, delivering a powerful thrust to the tall woman’s ribs.

“Uhhhh …”

Her groan was sharp and guttural, coming from the deep pain that shot through her body. Again, there was a gleaming, golden blur as the six-foot-tall woman flew sideways, her feet leaving the ground. The wall to her left barely put up a fight, collapsing and showering her with plaster.

“There you go, bitch.”

Gold sprawled out on her side, white dust spread itself on her golden body sheath. It frosted the long, blond tresses and coated her eyes. She sighed, and groaned again. This groan was weaker, like her body was starting to surrender. She shook her head and wiped her fingers across her eyes.

“I’m going to utterly destroy you, Gold.”

She looked over her shoulder to where she remembered Lone Star standing when she first entered the room. In spite of the pain in her body, she took in the scene: It was the same scene that had greeted her upon entering. Lone Star stood rigid and still, a curvaceous statue in a neon-blue cat suit. Her super speed and strength were trapped in muscles that had betrayed their owner. She was helpless, her body at the mercy of her captors. With no agency in her at all, staring blankly at the twin women called Awe, she awaited her fate. Awe had control of her.

“Don’t worry about her. My sisters will take care of her. The twins will take care of her.”

Shock attacked again. This massive man was like a tidal wave as he grabbed the hair and top of her head and yanked her from the floor. Her body unfolded, her limbs coming out of the knot in which her body was coiled.

“Come here, bitch.”

She felt him plant himself, and suddenly she was being lashed around like a rag doll. He snapped her left, then right, then left again, enjoying at the feeling of a six-foot, muscular women at his mercy. He would shake her, and watch her big breasts shudder.

He let go of her hair, and nailed her with a knee strike. As she doubled over, he hit her with clenched fists, one to the midsection, one to her face.

Again, he grabbed hold of her head while she was falling. One hand clutched her jaw while another took hold of her hair again.

“Look at me, bitch.”

He drove a knee to her chin while he still gripped her head. Her eyes closed and her whole body shuddered. Another knee collided with her chin as he still gripped her head. Her eyes, half-shuddered, now closed again. The massive hands came away and formed massive fists. Gold was already collapsing in a heap on the floor as he brought the double blow down on her shoulders.

“Uhhhh…”

Again, sprawled in the shattered plaster, she felt those thick, rock-like fists colliding with the back of her head and the lean, carved muscles of her back. There was something, some sound or feeling, when his fist struck her back, that he liked. He raised it again and crashed it against the lean muscular lines of her golden shoulders. Her struck her his way in a line down her spine – one, two, three, four blows down the curve of her spine. When found himself at the sway of her waist - at the curve just above her ass - he uncurled his fist and used an open hand. Iron palm strikes rose high over his head, then collided again and again and again with the small of her back.

She cried out with each blow, her legs shaking, her head tossing back with pain.

He stopping striking, and he stood over her. She looked up, seeing how he glowed with glee, and panted. She looked over to Lone Star again, seeing how the twins had moved to either side of her. The two dusky women in their scant costumes were leading the blond woman in the blue skin suit away.

“She ain’t gonna help you! My sisters are going to help her, though.”

The first time he kicked her in the face, she heard it before she felt it. There was the loud, snapping sound of a heavy shoe contacting a woman’s cheekbone before she felt the tidal wave of pain. She felt her head snap back.

She heard herself release a deep nggggg as her body arched with pain. The second kick, and the third, and the fourth all blended together as nothing but pain in her face, her head, her neck.

She rolled on to one side, then on to all fours.

She tried to crawl.

“Where you going, bitch?”

One golden-gloved hand feebly pushed its way through the rubble. Her mind rolled through images of pushing herself up from the floor to fight him, but a heavy boot pressed down on the small of the back. The powerful man twisted his foot around as if he was crushing a bug, grinding the golden heroine against the floor. She arched herself against the pain, rearing her head up, cringing.

“Bitch, we’re in an empty, vacant house in a development that isn’t even finished yet. Your powers are gone. There’s nowhere for you to go, and nothing for you to do.”

Her eyes squinted through the tangled hair and her red lips opened in a contorted silent scream.

“Where does bitch think she is going?”

He brought his foot up, then landed it on the small of her back again.

She screamed.

Two black-gloved hands grabbed hold of the nest of blond. He took a moment, wrapping the long, thick hair, doubling it over in his fists and twisting tightly. Again, he lifted her upright, leaving her in an awkward sitting pose. Instinctively, her hands came up and gripped his forearms. She could feel the thick muscle that was defeating her, but she was still stunned and groggy from the marathon beating he’d doled out to her. As he untangled her hair from his hands, her head slumped.

“Here.”

He slapped her across the face with his big right palm, jarring her head to the side. He did it again and again, bitch slapping the tall Nordic blond. Her hair whipped around and her face snapped to the side as he doled out his anger. Each slap contained a massive electric shock that jangled her nervous system. He had decided that it was time to use his bio weapon.

He decided to use his Shock.

The world was spinning for her, and the surges of power were making her long, lean body shudder with each assault. When he finally laid her out on her back, her body complied by staying still, prone, and helpless. When he finally grabbed her breasts – crushing them in massive palms - her body absorbed the electricity. Every inch of her tensed and shook. Her muscles went into spasm. Her eyes widened. Gold was being electrocuted.

“I like the way your big legs shake.”

She was still shivering with pain and convulsing as he took his hands away for her big breasts and grabbed her thighs. Her fingers clawed at the floor as he flung her legs wide and moved himself between them. Her body was still convulsing as he looked her in the eye. Her arms jerked, her legs trembled, and her muscles in her neck held her head at a painful rigid arc – flung back.

“Here, bitch.”

The heroine called Gold heard herself scream. It wasn’t just the surge of electricity pouring through her sex. It wasn’t just that fact that tens of thousands of volts of electricity were entering her through the tight pink grip of her vulva. That was hard enough for her to absorb – her back arching, her fingers curling. It was the cock.

The cock was huge. It was inhumanly long and thick. He had been fighting her, beating her, in that black costume of his, but she could always see the outline of his cock. Long and thick like a billy club, it had been nestled against his thigh in the skin-tight outfit. The whole time, as he tossed her about and beat her, she could see the massive bell end, the veins, the inhuman girth.

At some point, he had opened his costume.

Now, it was stiff and it was entering her – burying himself in her. Gold’s cunt was tight, but it had yielded, stretched, and clenched itself around his member in a rushing instant. Her lips quivered and her clit stood painfully at swollen attention. Each thrust flooded her with a surge that only made her muscles squeeze harder. Each charge made her flinch and her hard body jerk and shudder. Each thrust was a burst of power up into her.

She formed fists and her big legs curled up, her knees trying their best to come to her chest. They ended up clenching around his waist.

“This is perfect,” laughed the massive man. He drew his cock out slowly. Slowly. Still pumping electricity into her and squirmed his body about on top of her. She still wore the golden sheath of liquid magic that covered her was powerless to protect her, her but still covered her like a full-body paint job. It felt like liquid silk against his skin.

“Here, bitch. Have it all.”

She heard herself scream as he shot the entire reserve of his electrical force into her body.

“That’s why I’m Shock, bitch.”

His words mocked her as darkness closed around her brain.

Lone Star watched as they crucified Gold. It was really Shock that did it, carrying Gold’s long body like a trophy over his shoulder while he dragged lengths of rope in his left hand.

“We could enthrall her an keep her,” twins said, speaking as they always did, both voices in unison.

He was already busy lashing her to the cross that he had hastily contrasted in the back yard.

“I want someone to come along and find this bitch.”

He pulled her tits up into peaks and yanked the ropes so hard that his own massive muscles were strained. He wrapped and twisted and pulled until her breasts were captive. He crisscrossed the ropes around her breasts and wrapped her waist. He stepped back to admire his work.

“Nice, huh? Bring your bitch, and let’s go. She’ll come after Lone Star, and I’ll get to give her the shocking reception all over again.”