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Stupid, Miss Mexicana thought. The metal plate that had dropped down from the hidden compartment in the ceiling now covered the door she’d come through and was blocking her way back out of the building. So stupid. The clues I’d been following on my investigation were getting too easy to find. This is a trap! I’m SO stupid for not realizing that and coming here.
She thought about trying to pry the plate up, but she had heard some kind of clicking mechanism when it had slammed into the ground. It was locked in place now, she was certain of that. She MIGHT be strong enough to pull the heavy metal plate up on her own, but she was certain she wouldn’t be strong enough to rip the metal plate off the wall or out of whatever was locking it in place.
There has to be another way out, she thought as she turned to look at the small room she was locked in. There WAS another door leading out of the room, and it WAS open. It hadn’t been the last time she’d looked at it. Now it was open, but the way through was blocked by a large, muscular man in a costume.
Supervillain, she thought. At least this proves my investigation was going in the right direction. SOMEONE is pulling the strings of a large number of compromised city council members. Someone who was able to figure out I was trying to find them and set up this little trap to force me into a one-on-one with this costumed goon.
Miss Mexicana stood her ground, cracking her neck then her knuckles as she stared the villain down. She’d never seen him before, at least that’s what she thought when she first noticed him looming in the doorway. The costume wasn’t one she’d seen before, she was certain of that, but his face… When she looked closer she realized it was a familiar one.
Suddenly the trap felt a lot less scary. She put her hands on her wide hips and smirked at the man looming in the doorway. “Is that you, Vincent? What’s with the costume?” She held her hand up to prevent him from answering. “Let me guess, the mobsters who employed you as an enforcer finally got tired of you always getting your ass beat by women like me, so you’ve taken on a silly name and reinvented yourself as a supervillain.”
“Always with the mouth,” the man said, voice low and menacing as he stepped into the room. Another metal plate dropped from the ceiling, locking him in the room with Miss Mexicana. “Always mouthing off. Always so confident. Always sticking your fat ass and huge tits where they don’t belong.”
The insult had no effect on Miss Mexicana. She was used to criminals and villains saying things like that about her body. The comment was a rather tame one compared to what most men lobbed her way. And there was also the fact that the “barb”, although crude, wasn’t wrong. She was a thick Latina woman with the kind of exaggerated curves only a woman with powers could have, while her active Power-Gene made her thick build equally well muscled under her layer of pleasing softness.
The room they were now locked in was small, which would put her at a huge disadvantage in a fight. Thanks to her thick curves, and especially her overlarge breasts, she knew most underestimated her. Even if a foe knew a superpowered woman’s body type had little to do with how fast or strong they were most assumed her thick build meant she was a slow, heavy-hitting bruiser. She DID have some super strength, but she tended to rely on her enemies underestimating how fast, athletic, and agile a fighter she was.
But a small room like this? There was almost no room for maneuverability. There was nothing in the room to use as cover and it felt like they would both nearly always be little more than a lunge and arm’s reach away from each other. Her speed and agility would mean almost nothing in an enclosed space like this, especially with no way to get away from the fight if she should start to lose.
If her foe had been nearly any other person she might have been worried. But she knew Vincent. Oh, he had powers, but they were meager. On top of that the man had no imagination, meaning he was little more than a two-bit muscle that was next to useless even with someone standing behind him barking orders over his shoulder.
SOMEONE was behind his presence here, but Vincent had clearly oversold himself to his new criminal employer. They weren’t even there to bark orders at him! They’d just helped arrange this little trap, but with Vincent as her foe it was all meaningless. She’d faced Vincent more times than she could remember and each time she’d easily handled the loser.
“We both know how this ends,” Miss Mexicana told Vincent with bored disinterest. “All locking me in this room with you has done is lock YOU in here with me! Do you really need me beating on you in a space where I can’t get distracted and leave you behind? Just open the door and let me be on my way and I promise I’ll only hit you once or twice.”
“I don’t go by ‘Vincent’ anymore,” he told her as he popped his neck then cracked his knuckles in imitation of how she’d prepared when first seeing him. “I’m Enforcer now, and I’m not working for loser mobsters anymore. I’ve moved up in the world.”
Miss Mexicana smirked and let out a derisive laugh. “You can slap a fancy costume on and take a new name, but it doesn’t matter. You’re the same old loser you always were. Nothing but low-tier super strength and enhanced toughness which only means I can hit you twice as hard as I can a normal nobody.”
As she spoke he was gradually moving towards her, grinning then snarling in anger. “You’re wrong about me,” he told her as he continued his slow, menacing advance that was having no effect on her. “About my powers. See, even I didn’t understand them. But this case you’ve been working, trying to expose corrupt city council members and find who’s pulling their strings? You figured some new drug was tied into it all, yes?”
Let him talk, she thought as he drew ever closer. Let him expose it all then beat his ass like you’ve done a hundred other times. Just stand your ground, let him keep monologuing, and be prepared to dodge a few clumsy punches when he closes the distance that’s left.
“The big man pulling the strings, a man you’ll be meeting before the night is over, figured something out about this new drug. See, it gives normal people a good, clean high. Clean enough that he and the people that work for him can charge quite a bit for it. But it takes fancy chemicals, so it was never going to be something that could be mass-produced as a street drug, not unless there was a steady supply of highly controlled chemicals. The boss man, he has the connections to make it work, but see, before things were all in place he found the drug did something different to someone with an active P-Gene.”
By that point the big, costumed man was standing just out of reach of Miss Mexicana, close enough that he loomed above the short, thick-bodied superheroine. He’d stopped, smirking at her. For the first time since recognizing him Miss Mexicana was having doubts. “What are you talking about?”
“It enhances powers,” he told her as a flash of confident madness appeared in his eyes. “Oh, it has side effects. Dangerously enhanced libido, increased aggression, but that’s the kind of thing you’d want enhanced villains to have. Just means by the time I’m done beating you I’m going to be even more eager to fuck you, and that I’m going to be able to KEEP fucking you far longer than I would have if I’d ever beaten you in the past.”
Miss Mexicana tried to hide the apprehension she was now feeling. She wanted to back away, but knew all that would do would be to put her closer to the wall of the small room she was trapped in. “So you’re a bit stronger and tougher, so what?” Miss Mexicana took up a more combat-ready stance as she made the quip, trying to prepare herself for a fight that might not be as easy as she first thought it would be.
“Always with the mouth,” Enforcer muttered. “It’s going to be a joy shutting you up. But it ain’t gonna be like it was. I ain’t some dumb bruiser anymore that you can outmaneuver. Hell, even if we weren’t locked in this little room together you’d be outclassed and outpowered now.”
As he talked Miss Mexicana began carefully repositioning herself, slowly inching a bit further back and to the right. There was almost no room to maneuver, but she’d make as much use of what was there as she could. Even though he’d fought her and SEEN how agile and fast she could be she knew part of him would always be surprised by it, they ALL were.
She had a thick build with almost comically large breasts and a huge, wide ass. Everyone underestimated her thanks to her build, even people who had seen her moving with near-inhuman speed and grace while carrying out moves an Olympic gymnast would struggle to perform. And her costume was a simple string bikini, barely covering her snatch and struggling to keep her huge breasts in check. It left her thick thighs and soft belly on full display, lulling her enemies into a false sense of her potential athleticism.
“Outclassed? By a simple-minded thug like you? Unlikely.” She was taunting him. Trying to make him make the first move. If he came at her first she could react, using what little space she had to her advantage.
“That’s not who I am anymore,” Enforcer growled. “I’m no longer a simple thug. I always had the potential to be more, I just didn’t know it before my powers were boosted. See, I DON’T have super strength, and I have OTHER powers I didn’t know were there till I started taking these drugs the big man has been giving me.”
“You’re bluffing,” Miss Mexicana blurted out, unsure whether she believed what she was saying or was trying to convince herself everything was going to be fine. “You’ve gotten a few hits on me over the years. You DO have super strength.”
“No,” Enforcer said with a gloating, proud look on his face as he held a fist up and looked at it. “The truth is I have telekinetic powers. They were just… muted. I was using them instinctively to hit harder. I’ve a secondary power as well to create invisible force fields that I was instinctively using to make myself seem tougher.”
“I’m not a thug anymore,” he told her as he held a second hand up, palm flat. “I don’t even need to touch my foes anymore,” he added as he took a step back while thrusting the fist he was holding out in the air in front of him.
The invisible force hit Miss Mexicana so fast and so hard that she didn’t have time to process what had happened. The blow was strong enough to send her flying back. She WOULD have sailed through the air to slam into the wall of the small room, the time in the air perhaps dulling the impact and giving her time to process what was happening and mentally prepare for the second impact she was sailing towards. But almost as soon as she was sent flying back her body slammed into an invisible wall behind her, the impact doubled by the unseen surface being pulled towards her.
Both blows combined were more than enough to nearly knock Miss Mexicana out. She was left so stunned that she should have collapsed to the floor with a grunt and whimper. Instead of collapsing the moment she started to fall she felt invisible forces grabbing her by the arms and painfully pinning them to her sides while another, feeling much like a massive hand, wrapped around her neck and jerked her into the air.
“Like I said,” Enforcer said with a gloating tone of triumph as he enjoyed the sound of Miss Mexican choking for air as she groaned in pain, “I don’t even need to touch my foes to defeat them anymore. But now that you ARE defeated there’s going to be a WHOLE lot of touching!”
He paused, licking his lips and staring at Miss Mexicana’s voluminous cleavage. “But before the touching begins a little looking. Always thought it was ridiculous you ran around with these massive jugs hanging out, barely held in check by that skimpy string bikini. Every time we fought I was certain that would be the time I’d finally defeat you and get to rip the top off and see them in all their massive glory. I mean, look at them! Each FAR larger than your head!
“Hell, sometimes when you were kicking my ass I’d hold out hope I’d at least get a glimpse of them. A few times, as you were beating on me, I made a grab for the string in the center, hoping to get a hold and rip the top off. I thought seeing your massive mammaries dropping into sight would be a fitting consolation prize to getting knocked out by you again.”
As he rambled he kept holding her up with his powers, the invisible hand-like force wrapped around Miss Mexicana’s neck choking her while allowing only enough air to keep her conscious. She could barely wiggle vainly against his grip thanks to the lack of air. She thought maybe if she could manage to get enough air in her lungs she could recover enough to try and break free. Until then the lack of air was keeping her faint and dizzy, the edge of her vision beginning to speckle with bursting stars.
“Now I have the power to get what I’ve always wanted and then some,” Enforcer said, eyes narrowed as memories of all his past defeats ran through his mind. “Time to see the epic tit drop I’ve been dreaming about for so long.”
Miss Mexicana, still gasping for air, looked down as she felt invisible telekinetic power grabbing the string connecting the two pieces of fabric covering her breasts. It was pulled off her body towards the Enforcer. For a moment she thought he’d pull the string out then up, allowing her breasts’ weight to slowly pull themselves down till they slipped free from the garment and dropped into sight.
It was what the villain had intended to do. But he’d waited so long for the moment, and now that it was so close he couldn’t wait anymore. The moment he lost his patience he used his power to jerk the bikini’s string towards him, making it snap.
Miss Mexicana, looking down at her breasts, gasped as the garment was ripped open. She watched in horror as her huge breasts dropped free, wincing at the feel of their heavy weight falling then pulling down on her chest. It was a weight she felt more intensely than she would have because of how she was being held in the air. The way they jiggled as they dropped, bounced, then slowly settled left her burning with shame.
She was DEEPLY ashamed of her breasts and their size, but did all she could to hide this from the world. Forcing herself to wear such a revealing costume was one of the ways she tried to push past that shame, misdirecting those who would use her breasts against her. As she pushed past how faint she felt, struggling to get enough air in her lungs to mount a proper escape attempt.
Her eyes darted up to look at the man responsible for exposing and humiliating her this way. The look on his face terrified her. The wild lust was more than what she was used to seeing in superpowered men, and it was even more focused on her breasts than she was used to seeing. She knew then that whatever drug he was taking to enhance his powers was doubly dangerous because it was doing something similar to his libido.
Enforcer groaned out in wild lustful appreciation at the sight of Miss Mexicana’s dense, heavy, over-large tits dropping into sight. The villain used a bit of his telekinetic power to flip her torn open string bikini top to the side, leaving her breasts on full display. He groaned again like a starving wild beast as he feasted on the sight of them bouncing and jiggling as they dropped and started to settle.
Before the jiggling meat had fully settled he attacked her tits. He used the invisible force pinning her arms behind her back and holding her up by the neck to pull her towards him while completely ripping her top off and sending it flying across the room. As he did this he pulled her higher into the air, leaving her tits level with his face. The moment the meaty monsters were within grasp he had hold of them, growling like a savage beast pouncing on its prey as his greedy hands each grabbed a large, heavy breast.
As his hands sunk into the densest, meatiest parts of her tits he shoved his face into one of them. His mouth was wide open till it was full of nipple and ample tit-meat. A moment later his lips were sealed tightly around her breast as he hungrily sucked on it. He only kept the tit in his mouth for a few seconds before he broke suction, twisted to inhale and suck on the other tit, then quickly abandoned it to move back to the first.
While the villain feasted on her tits, licking and sucking and even nipping at her nipples, Miss Mexicana began to thrash. She was still being choked, still wasn’t getting enough air, but she HAD to fight this! Her costume, how revealing it was and how much it put her breasts front and center, was a bluff that had failed her. It wasn’t JUST that she was self-conscious about their size, it was that her breasts were incredibly sensitive. She found even light stimulation to them almost unendurable.
The shame and dread caused by her defeat, the growing panic of being choked slowly towards unconsciousness, the realization of how dangerous the enhancing drug the villain was taking had made him, it was all combining into an unpleasant mélange of fear pushing her into terror that left all physical sensations further heightened.
“Stop,” she gasped, body flailing. What he was doing, the way he was mauling her tits, it was too much. It felt too intense. It felt too good, something even more disturbing because of how much she didn’t want it to feel good. “Please, don’t,” she choked out, groaning in frustration and growing panic.
Her arms were pinned behind her, but her legs were free. She tried kicking him away, but it only annoyed him and led to him using his telekinetic powers to pin her legs together and hold them in place.
That left Miss Mexicana held in the air, limbs pinned and useless. She’d never felt so helpless, so vulnerable. She didn’t even have the comfort of contact with the ground thanks to how she was being levitated in the air. Her thrashing fit had also left her even closer to passing out from lack of air. The speckles and bursting stars at the edge of her vision were working their way in as darkness started to overtake her vision.
Then, just before she felt she was about to pass out, a reprieve arrived. The invisible force choking her out loosened its grip. She breathed in deep, long gasps of air to chase away the darkness. But as the fear of passing out lessened the horror of the rest of her peril settled in.
“Fucking glorious fat titties,” Enforcer blurted out happily as he switched breasts. After licking then sucking on a nipple he pulled away just long enough to get a few words out before switching breasts again. “These huge fucking brown tits,” he said, voice full of reverential carnal elation that sounded almost like disbelief. “So fucking big and perfect,” he added after sucking on a tit for a few wet, noisy moments then switched breasts again.
“I’ve spent so long wanting to do terrible things to them,” he told Miss Mexican, punctuating the comment by getting as much tit-meat into his mouth as he could then, completely without warning, biting hard.
Miss Mexicana screamed. At the best of times even a playful, sensual chomp to her breast by a consensual partner would have been too much for her to handle without a scream. She detested ANY and all sexual attention to her breasts, even playful and sensual attention, and this was most certainly neither sensual nor playful. It was a greedy, cruel thing meant to hurt which it did, but thanks to how sensitive her breasts were that pain came with an unwanted burst of sexual pleasure that, although not wholly unexpected, still deeply shocked and shamed her.
“Yes,” Enforcer muttered with a mad chuckle as he let her tit fall out of his mouth. “Scream for me, you uppity, fat-titted super-whore,” he added before shoving her other tit into his mouth and biting even harder on it.
Miss Mexicana screamed louder, the shriek cutting out just as it reached its crescendo to devolve into shuddering, gasping, moaned gasps of forced pleasure. The intense mix of pain and pleasure, along with the intensity of the moment, had led to her supercharged libido betraying her. She came, the burst of sudden and unexpected pleasure shocking, shaming, and terrifying her as she knew the orgasm would leave her partially depowered.
Enforcer hadn’t noticed his plaything’s unwanted, forced orgasm. He was too focused on her tits, to lost in the pleasure of finally having them after lusting after them for so long. “They feel so fucking big in my hands and mouth,” he muttered to himself during one of the few moments his mouth wasn’t full of tit. “So fucking meaty and dense,” he added, squeezing them tight in his hands till Miss Mexicana screamed in pain again. “Like massive fucking steaks,” he added, shoving a tit in mouth and biting again to make her scream even louder.
All of a sudden Miss Mexicana felt the world jerk. She slammed hard into the ground, weak from the unexpected, forced orgasm and stunned by the heavy impact into the ground, leaving her freshly dazed.
It took her a few moments to understand what had happened. Had he dropped her? Was that what had happened? No… No, it was more than that. He’d used the same telekinetic power holding her up to fling her hard into the ground after he let go of her.
She looked up from where she lay whimpering on the ground and saw Enforcer fumbling with the crotch of his costume.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be sucking on your fat cow’s udders,” he told her, so worked up he was failing to get his costume open.
She knew what he was doing, that as soon as he got his dick out things were going to get so much worse. She had to get away before then, recover, or just escape. But she felt so weak, both from the physical beat down she’d endured and because of the power-draining orgasm.
“All those defeats,” Enforcing said, rambling as he worked to free his dick, “they have left me consumed with the idea of hate fucking you. I’m going to make the most of this job, especially since I know it’s going to be my one and only chance to do all those terrible things to you I’ve fantasized about over the years. We’re not leaving this room till my cock can’t get hard anymore, and thankfully for me the drug enhancing my powers also enhances my libido and sexual stamina. I’ll be able to get more than my fill of making you pay for all those times you defeated and humiliated me.”
Miss Mexicana wasn’t fully listening to what the supervillain was saying, missing some of the clues to just how dire the situation was. She’d managed to turn slightly from him and was trying to crawl away. She had no idea WHERE she was trying to get to as there was no escape from this room, but fear had overtaken her. She just had to get away. Even if that meant weakly pulling herself away from him, dragging her bare tits painfully across the filthy floor. She HAD to go through the motions of a doomed escape attempt, pulling and weakly dragging herself forward inch by inch.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
With a resigned whimper Miss Mexicana looked over her shoulder, unsurprised to see the supervillain had finally gotten his cock out of his costume. The sight of the long, thick, hard member standing erect made her shudder in dismay, both because of how much she didn’t want what was about to happen to happen and at how her body betrayed her by flushing with arousal at the sight of his cock.
“I was planning on starting by fucking your tits,” he muttered angrily as he started towards her.
The words sent a chill through Miss Mexicana’s body. She turned and began frantically crawling away again, grunting and wincing as she dragged her breasts under her. She had to get further away from him, no matter what it cost her. She couldn’t let him do THAT to her. It was the one sexual act she hated above all others.
“Get back here,” he growled, lunging at her. Miss Mexicana tried scrambling out of reach, but she was too weak, too slow, while he was too strong and fast. He got hold of her bikini bottom, gripping it by the back. He used the grip on the garment to pull her back towards him then up onto her hands and knees before the skimpy garment gave out and ripped off.
“There’s no way out of this room till I give the signal to open the sealed doorways,” he told the terrified superheroine as he grabbed her backend to both keep her on her hands and knees and lift her ass further up. “And that’s not happening till my cock is raw and I can’t get it up again without a blood transfusion,” he added as he used a foot to spread her knees open further while angling her backend so her cunt was more easily accessible.
“Fucking hell look at this big, fat ass,” he marveled as he held her in place and stared at her plump backend.
The position left her pussy and asshole on full display, something the helpless heroine was painfully aware of even if his attention seemed to be focused on her plump ass cheeks.
“I can fuck your tits later,” he declared as the sight of her backend changed his game plan. “I need to be in you, NOW. I need to feel my cock deep in your cunt, feel my body slamming into this big ass of yours!”
She wished she could spit out something defiant. Something witty. Some comment about how she’d turn this around, that she’d end up triumphant in the end. But she’d never been so thoroughly beaten in her career and her normal “mouthy” defiance was nowhere to be found. All she had was fear and apprehension as the villain held her in place with one strong hand while he got on his knees behind her. Once in place he used his other hand to grab his cock and rub his cockhead up and down her slit.
Miss Mexicana gritted her teeth, shuddering in revulsion at the feel of his cockhead being rubbed up and down the trench of her womanhood. She wanted to scream for him to stop in a burst of defiance. At the same time she wanted to completely surrender and give up by starting to cry, to fall into wild, uncontrolled, pathetic preemptive sobbing caused by the violation that she knew was coming and that she couldn’t stop.
Before she had a chance to do any of that her body betrayed her. Her supercharged libido that had come with her superpowers kicked into overdrive. The first few moments of him rubbing his cockhead up and down her slit had been uncomfortable, the only moisture there what lingered after her unexpected climax. It wasn’t much, meaning her inner labia had been dry. This made how he was rubbing her most intimate of places uncomfortable.
With every moment that passed things changed. He was leaking ample precum which smoothed the painful friction of cock on fleshy folds. That woke her body’s insatiable hungers, leading to her pussy adding some lubrication of its own. Soon what had been dry, painful rubbing was smooth, well-lubricated teasing of her lips and opening. It was humiliating feeling her body so quickly betray her, and as the humiliation deepened she couldn’t help but think of her moist then sloppy wet cunt as a salivating dog, slobbering all over his cockhead.
Enforcer laughed cruelly as he rubbed his cockhead in a smaller and smaller area, centering in on her by then sopping wet opening. “Pathetic,” he scoffed. “I’m honestly a little disappointed you’re already so wet. I was looking forward to it being dry and almost painful for both of us at first, till I blew the first of many loads in you. But you’re as pathetic a slut as every other super-bimbo, ain’t you?”
Miss Mexicana choked back a sob. She didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. “I’m not,” she blurted out, not exactly sure which specific accusation she was denying.
“Oh, shut it,” he told her as he lined his cock up with her opening.
Miss Mexicana’s entire body tensed. She knew the moment of penetration was coming and there was nothing she could do about it. It would be an intense violation coming from a foe she’d been so certain would never have her this way. And although she’d not been fully paying attention to everything he’d said, she understood that the drugs enhancing his powers were going to ensure that once the violations began they wouldn’t be ending any time soon.
“Stop your sniveling,” he told her as he pressed his cockhead ever so slightly into her opening. “With as sopping wet as you are this is practically consensual!”
A moment later he thrust in, slipping so easily into her that his stinging accusation felt almost true. Miss Mexicana grunted as he entered her. For a moment all she could focus on was how thick he was, his member pushing her opening nearly to its limit. The next moment it was his length that her mind was forced to focus on. He pressed himself balls deep into her, leaving her clawing at the ground and whimpering from how full it left her feeling.
Soon both those intense and slightly painful sensations burst into an explosion of pleasure. That shocked her free of the whimpering, half-crying stupor she’d been stuck in. She screamed, reaching one hand out to grab at the ground and try and pull herself away from him. She WOULDN’T let herself enjoy being taken this way! She HAD to get his dick out of her, she HAD TO.
Just as she started to pull her body away from his she felt something grab the back of her head. Before her mind could process whether it was the supervillain’s hand or his telekinetic grip her face was being slammed into the ground.
Miss Mexicana grunted in pain, still reaching out ahead to try and grab the ground to pull herself away from the villain. He lifted her head off the ground then slammed her face into the ground again, harder this time. It left her stunned. She went limp, head lolling to the side when he let go of her.
Had it been his hand or his telekinetic powers slamming her head into the ground? She couldn’t tell. What she did know once the haze of being dazed by the face smashes into the ground cleared was that his hands were tucked under her where her upper legs bent to keep her backend lifted in the manner he found most pleasing as he took her from behind.
He was slamming into her backend, fucking her hard and deep. There was no fight left in her. She remained as she was, letting him use her as he pleased while she lay with her head turned, one cheek pressed into the filthy floor as she sobbed. “Please,” she whimpered. “You don’t need to be so rough. I submit, I’ll—”
She felt something grab her long hair, jerking her head painfully up before slamming her head into the ground again.
“Shut it, slut,” Enforcer growled as he fucked her harder. “I’ll be as rough as I want,” he added, using the telekinetic power he’d used to slam her head down to the grind her face, turned painfully to the side, into the ground.
Miss Mexicana whimpered, feeling each pebble and piece of grit her face was being ground into biting into her pretty face.
“Fuck, your cunt is good,” he grunted. “And this big fat ass? Fuuuuuuuck it’s good. Glad I started by taking you this way. On the ground like a bitch in heat. Oh, I hear you crying, but I hear the moans too. I feel how wet your cunt is, IT doesn’t lie even if you might try to. You’re loving this.”
“Not,” she sobbed, wishing she had more of a denial to offer. She didn’t WANT to like what was happening to her. She HATED it. But it DID feel good!
“Oh yes you are. You super sluts are all the same,” Enforcer said between grunts of pleasure. “Once a cock’s in you it’s all over. Only question is which one of us is going to get off first? If I was worried about you regaining the upper hand I’d be focused on holding off till you came and depowered yourself, but I know you’re no threat to me now. You’re just meat with fuckable holes. A place to put my cum. I don’t need to worry about depowering you, I can cum whenever I want cause that’s all your good for now. Just a living cum rag, nothing more.”
The verbal abuse hit all of Miss Mexicana’s most shameful hot spots in all the right ways. She felt herself rising towards a second climax, and the fact he didn’t care whether she came before she did only left her body rocketing towards release all the faster.
She tried to hold off, clinging to the hope that if he came before she did she’d at least have SOME strength left to use against him. Climax didn’t depower superpowered men the way climax depowered women, but it did leave them in a haze of lazy contentment so deep it was often easy to turn a defeat into a victory during that window. It was why so many superheroines let supervillains have their way with them, the sex was just a ploy to buy time to regain the upper hand.
The focus on that sliver of hope ended up dooming her. It left her too aware of how little hope she’d have if she came again. A second orgasm would leave her so drained she’d be as weak as an enfeebled kitten. That danger and fear played into the worst aspects of her sexuality, leaving her primed to get off harder and sooner than she would have if she HADN’T been trying not to get off.
She remained on edge, barely holding back a climax that was swelling in intensity. If she could just hold off… Last longer than him… He’d cum then pull out and the climax building and swelling inside her, one more than strong enough to fully depower her, would subside. Maybe he wouldn’t even cum in her! Maybe he’ll pull out and cum on her ass. That would be even better as the beginning of a cool down to help her avoid cumming.
When he came he didn’t pull out of her and cum on her ass. No, he thrust hard one last time, boring his manhood as deeply into her cunt as he could. Then, the moment his cock began to quiver and flood her insides with semen, he used his telekinetic powers to press her head and upper body hard into the ground. The sensation of the hard slam deep into her, combined with being pressed hard into the ground, was too much. She came along with him, shuddering and moaning in distraught, unwanted pleasure that sapped away the rest of her strength.
Miss Mexicana was so lost in weakness and the deep helplessness of a defeat more thorough than she’d ever endured she was barely aware of Enforcer pulling his cock out of her. It was only when she felt his semen start to leak out of her cunt that she became fully of aware of the supervillain having pulled away and left her on the floor.
The moment he was no longer holding her up she went limp, her backend falling to the floor. She sobbed as the feel of his seed flowing out of her left her feeling soiled inside. It was a BIG load he’d left in her, far larger than she was used to. The performance-enhancing drugs he was taking must have upped his semen production, it was the only explanation. It was disgusting. It felt like there was so much she wouldn’t ever be able to clean herself down there enough to not feel soiled inside.
Her outside felt even more soiled. The front of her body and one side of her face were covered in grit and grime from how she’d been pressed into the ground. How long would he leave her laying there in the filth, cum leaking from her cunt? A few minutes? Would he wait till she tried to get up?
She had no doubt this would end with her capture. Any hope of escape had been fucked out of her. But at least it was over, that’s what she told herself. He was done with her. All his bragging about fucking her till he couldn’t get hard? One climax and the fool had fully blown his load! So much for fucking her till his “cock is raw” and he “can’t get it up again without a blood transfusion”.
Some glimmer of that relief must have played across her face as she lay sobbing quietly on the ground, a glimmer her foe noticed.
“You think it’s over, don’t you?”
The chilling words were enough to make Miss Mexicana realize it wasn’t over at all. When Enforcer used his telekinetic powers to roll her over onto her back, forcing her to look up and see that he stood by her feet with his cock as hard as it had been when he first pulled it out, she had confirmation.
“It’s not over. It’s Faaaaaaaar from over,” he said with a menacing chuckle. “Oh no, we’ve only just started…”
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Philo Hunter Erotica 