Invincibelle - Brand Loyalty (Apocrypha & SnowSage)

[Apocrypha]

This felt all wrong.

Surveillance, stakeouts, gathering intel, lurking on shadowy rooftops and silently tailing evildoers in hopes of catching them doing evil… none of that was Invincibelle’s style. Nightraven, Shadowscourge, the Confessor… heroes with black costumes and edgy names… they did this kind of thing all the time, probably, but it just wasn’t Invincibelle’s style. Give her a gang of bank robbers in black-market power armor, or a rampaging mutant monster or killer robot, and she’d beat them down with a thousand-watt smile and not a single strand of her blonde mane out of place, while the cameras looked on adoringly. But sneaking around on rooftops like this, crouching in the shadows for hours on end and staring at a single window like some tabloid photographer or private eye… it made her feel ridiculous. Especially dressed as she was; the whole ‘patriotic cheerleader’ look might play well for the cameras, but it didn’t exactly lend itself to stealth. She didn’t even own anything in black leather, or a mask, and she’d just sound silly trying to do that growly voice that Nightraven affected.

But Nightraven hadn’t stopped Joshua Brand. None of them had, not in all the years the sleazy bastard had been preying on the city. The seductive con-man might not wear a spandex outfit or hold the city hostage with a death ray while cackling about his plans for world domination, but he’d left a trail of brazen thefts and ruined lives in his wake to match the damage done by most supervillains. Documents stolen, security systems breached, compromising secrets leaked, with the trail always leading back to some woman with access - a secretary, an IT worker, a bureaucrat - who turned out to have had some contact… intimate contact… with Joshua Brand. Somehow, this creep had to be tricking or threatening or… or seducing these women into doing things for him, things that ruined their careers or landed them in jail when they got caught… and yet, nothing ever stuck to him. As far as the cops could prove, Brand was just a very successful lady’s man, a rich gadabout filling the time between fundraising galas and yachting excursions with endless casual romances. He’d had quite a few partners who hadn’t been linked to any crimes or leaks, after all, which made it seem like the ones who had were no more than a coincidence.

Paladin, Invincibelle’s mentor, had been the first hero to take Brand’s actions seriously. His one-man crusade against the city’s crime families had led him to suspicion of Brand’s criminal connections… that his romantic escapades and the tendency of his partners to get in trouble was part of a pattern, that the known crimes committed by Brand’s conquests might be just the tip of the iceberg. But before Paladin’s investigation could turn that suspicion into solid evidence, he’d been betrayed - his own wife had ended up in Brand’s bed, and the photographic evidence of it had shown up, along with a taunting message, on Paladin’s own secure system.

The revelation had broken Paladin - not just that his identity and computer systems had been compromised, but that his own wife had been seduced into giving him up. The veteran hero had hung up his cape and slunk off into hiding somewhere, leaving Invincibelle - the powerful, promising young heroine he’d been training - suddenly without a mentor’s guidance in her own superheroic career. Worst of all had been the innuendos that had made their way into the tabloids - without a bit of evidence - that Paladin had been carrying on with his young protege, and it was that illicit affair that had brought down his career.

That stain on her own squeaky-clean image, as much as her debt to her disgraced mentor, made this personal for Invincibelle, as no other battle in her young superheroic career had been. She was going to find out how Brand was manipulating these women, secure the evidence that Paladin had never been able to find and go public with it, take the scumbag down along with whoever he was working with. And if that meant feeling silly about prowling around on rooftops dressed in a star-spangled halter top, mini-skirt, and thigh-highs, then that was a price she was just going to have to pay.

There. Finally, after hours stuck up on this stupid roof… movement down below. Brand’s distinctive silver sports car pulling up in front of the ritzy high-rise ; Brand himself emerging, a gorgeous woman in a slinky black evening dress on one arm, tossing the keys to the valet as he strode inside. Home from the high-society soiree to which she’d tailed him this evening, headed back to his penthouse suite now, with the prey he’d picked up at the party. Invincibelle didn’t recognize the woman or know what Brand wanted with her… beyond the obvious… but if she stayed on him long enough, the creep would have to give himself away sooner or later.

Rising to her feet, Invincibelle took a deep breath and leapt, rocketing into the air and gliding straight up along the side of the high-rise, her golden hair fluttering in the wind, making for the roof. She’d reach the high-rise before Brand and his quarry could ride the elevator up, find a good spot from which to spy on what went on inside. The thought of spying on… that… should have made the naive young superheroine blush… but at the moment, all she could think was that soon she’d have Joshua Brand right where she wanted him.

So why did this all feel so wrong?

 

[SnowSage]

"I suppose you must think you have me right where you want me..." The coquettish words danced in feigned hesitation off the full, crimson lips of Sophia Saint James. The sultry dress that she wore left virtually nothing of the bombshell body that had attracted the attention of the most powerful man in Terra Cotta Heights to the imagination. "it's poor form to pick a woman up at her own husband's fundraiser..." Senator Saint James' wife was already pulling the dutifully polished, never-before-removed wedding ring from her finger even in the middle of the lobby of the Brand Building. Yet despite her fame, despite the power of her husband, despite the storybook lifelong romance which had very publicly kept both herself and her husband monogamous since they first started dating in middle school, none of the staff present in the lobby so much as blinked. In fact, the valets and clerks, staffed as they were exclusively by conventionally attractive young women in uniforms a size too tight for their voluptuous figures, gave furtive, knowing looks, making supportive, smiling eye contact with the 35 year old woman, some even openly biting their lips in jealous frustration.

Joshua Brand's svelte figure stood alongside Mrs. Saint James, his tall, imposingly athletic frame lined with lithe muscles without so much as a hint of fat, and all of it covered head to toe in a flashy, perfectly tailored suit which was somehow both thin and tight enough to advertise the impeccable physique that he maintained and bold enough for the attention-grabbing deep sea blue-green color to pop. Beneath the jacket, he had an elegantly stitched linen shirt, its undone top buttons without a tie conspiring with the peak lapels of the suit jacket to draw attention to the hint of his swimmer-built pectorals that was visible through the double-V. His stormy eyes, which were only slightly brighter than the color of his suit, flashed as his aura of control emanated from his body. His will was that Mrs. Saint James would be submissive, obedient, and most of all possessed of a desperate, unparalleled carnal thirst for him, and so his powers made it so. The sweat which wicked off his neck and chest carried an unmistakable musk, its incredible potency thick with pheromones of attraction, to keep the woman's already overloaded libido at its unquenchable summit. The attention of his eyes looking deep into her own caught all the hormones and mental chemicals responsible for resistance, self-esteem, and critical thinking, and intimidated them into stunned silence. In the same moment, his lips curled upward, revealing his perfect teeth in a flirtatious smile, letting the natural escape of the hormones which controlled her fawn threat response run wild. "Sophia, you're nowhere near where I want you yet..." His smile broadened as he leaned in to her ear, his expression akin to a vampire about to bite down on the neck of eager, willing prey. As his hot breath cascaded over her unprotected neck, his lips paused barely an inch from her earlobe. "Leave the ring on. It's hotter if you're thinking of how you're betraying him with every thrust."

An excited shiver ran through Mrs. Saint James' body as she stopped in her tracks, pushing the ring that had made it to her fingertip back on in an obedient motion just as the chime rang out announcing the arrival of their elevator. The express elevator that they stood in front of had no buttons, no access panel. It was controlled fully by the central security console, which was staffed exclusively by two unquestioningly loyal Terra Cotta Police Department officers working rotating twelve hour shifts as Joshua's personal security. Stepping inside the ostentatious elevator car, Joshua's hand reached up for Sophia's dress, and as the elevator doors slid shut, those present in the hallway saw the full heft of Sophia Saint James' never-touched-except-by-her-husband C cup breasts bounce free from the hem of the dress, Joshua's strong hand taking possessive ownership of one of the ample mounds as Sophia made no move whatsoever to stop him.

When the elevator opened once again onto Joshua's penthouse apartment, and Sophia stumbled out wearing her high heels and nothing else, her dress long since fully discarded on the elevator floor, Joshua's eyes slid over to the blinking red light on his TV. What would appear to anyone else as a simple but annoying hardware quirk was a silent alarm that his security pets had installed for him. Someone was on the rooftop, likely spying on his activities. Stepping off the elevator and into the threshold of his living space, he added even more bass to his already firm baritone voice, curling his fingers in a teasing 'come hither' gesture while catching Sophia's desperate, almost intoxicatedly horny eyes in the tractor beam of his gaze. "Come here, Sophia... I'm going to put you exactly where I want you." He instructed, the foxlike, cruelly playful smile on his face spreading as he hunted two defenseless morsels at once.

Sophia had barely made it into arms reach by the time that Joshua's hand was in her long, wavy brown hair, pushing through to the base of her skull without a care for how he was casting her meticulously crafted hairstyle into disarray. His fingers curled into a fist as he took her hair at the root, holding it like a leash and tugging with exactly the right amount of force to guide her firmly to the wall without hurting her, yet all the while reminding her that he could hurt her very badly should he ever desire to. Pushing her harshly up against the wall, he relished the soft moan of excited pleasure that announced her arousal, and betrayed the fact that the senator was nowhere near adventurous enough to treat her this way in bed. The point of the wall he placed her at was very specifically chosen, as it was right next to a cold air return for the climate control unit, giving the sounds that the two made and more importantly the smells they gave off their easiest, most unbroken path up to whoever was snooping on the roof. As his eyes glowed bright once more, his pheromones redoubled in vigor, casting an imperceptible scent designed to activate the libido and empower lustful intrusive thoughts into the air that vented out onto the roof. Although he had not realized yet that he was dealing with the impeccable Invicibelle, the dosage he had sent would have been enough to render a normal human insane, so even with her resistances, it would leave her finding it hard to focus on anything but the sounds of Sophia's cries of pleasure as Joshua's fingers slid inside the sodden marsh between her thighs.

 

[Apocrypha]

Invincibelle touched down on the roof of the Brand building, the heels of her thigh-high boots clicking lightly as she settled into a wary crouch. More accustomed to dramatic, high-speed landings that cracked the asphalt beneath her, Invincibelle mentally congratulated herself for her stealthy landing - eat your heart out, Nightraven! - unaware of both the motion detector array that had already silently registered her presence, nor the concealed camera above the roof access door that would spot her in short order. Her colorful skirt swished about her thighs as she slunk across the roof, in very much the way she imagined Nightraven would have, settling beside the HVAC unit just above the penthouse suite. No skylight or anything... but she'd be a little obvious hovering outside Brand's window, dozens of stories off the ground. For now, she'd settle for this. If she were lucky...

Yes! Crouching by the HVAC unit and leaning close, she could just make out the distant ding of the arriving elevator, and a moment later, faint sounds of two sets of footsteps... one steady and assured, the other lighter, irregular and stumbling. Her quarry had arrived - and cleverly, she'd positioned herself in the perfect spot to eavesdrop on them.

"Come here, Sophia... I'm going to put you exactly where I want you." Invincibelle's eyes narrowed at the sound of his voice. That was Brand, alright... she'd heard it often enough, studying Paladin's files on the man, watching snippets of tabloid TV coverage and illicitly-obtained security footage. That smug, predatory purr, the demeaning, casually possessive way he spoke to whatever woman he'd set his sights on at the moment... nobody but Brand sounded like that. Just hearing him made her cheeks flush... with anger, obviously. The same anger that always made her skin prickle and her breath grow shallow when she watched the footage of him. He pissed her off... that was all. Duh.

With a little huff of irritation, the young heroine leaned closer to the vent, straining to hear every sound... and her eyes widened at once at the soft, kittenish moan that drifted up from below. There was no mistaking that sound... no mistaking what they must be doing down there now, especially when it was followed with the soft thump of a body being pressed up against a wall, none too gently... and then more moaning, intermingled with thready little gasps and high, sweet whimpers... Invincibelle bit her lip to stifle a little gasp of her own, her heart fluttering at the sound. Whatever he was doing to her, it sounded... intense... was she... was she okay, did she need to be rescued...?

The soft sounds gave way to a sudden, passionate cry, loud and close and... expressive... enough to make Invincibelle start in surprise, her blue eyes going wide. Whatever Brand was doing to the woman below, she didn't sound like she wanted to be rescued. She sounded like she wanted to be...

Invincibelle shook her head, pressing her gloved hand to her suddenly-heated brow. Come on... get it together, she chided herself. She might not be... you know, the most experienced with... with things like this... but surely she could listen in on something like this without getting all... all...

Deep breaths, she thought to herself. Get it together.

Her dewy lips parted, and her chest rose and fell, as she took a deep, steadying breath... and another... and another.

Her eyes fluttered. Her hand slid, unbidden, over her cheek, down her pale, swanlike, throat, over one breast as it strained against her tight halter top... the pressure of her fingers exquisite on her suddenly-sensitive flesh.

"Oh..." She was scarcely aware that the breathy, tremulous whimper was her own voice, slipping between her parted lips. Scarcely aware when she slid to her knees, slumping against the side of the HVAC... of her other hand creeping up the inside of her sweat-dewed thigh, even as she kneaded her breast and fingered the erect nipple through her clinging top.

Another breath. Another... hard and ragged, great gasps of the pheromone-laced air seeping up through the vent, filling her lungs and suffusing her young body...

 

[SnowSage]

The air swiftly became as thick with sultry sounds as it was with Brand's pheromones, the whimpering moans and expressive cries of Sophia's unrestrained lust and need warring with the lewd squelching as he flooded folds accepted two of Brand's fingers deep inside. His middle and ring fingers plunged further inside her tight body than she had ever explored, his pinky and index finger impacting on her labia and clit with each entry thrust. His fingertips stretched the powerful woman's vaginal walls deeper than they had ever been stretched. He could feel the contractions and twitching of her pussy around his digits, guiding him to the most sensitive clusters of nerves with each entry. And with each and every pulling reset, his fingers dragged their way through her sensitive folds, ending with pressure directly on the coarse, sensitive membrane just above her entryway. The result of this treatment was the inexperienced woman gasping, whimpering, and crying out in rapture with each and every motion that Brand took, playing her body like a virtuoso on his favored instrument.

As she leaned herself into the wall, eyes closed as her legs and lips hung wide open, Brand withdrew his hand from Sophia's hair, drawing a phone from his pocket. Opening his security app, he pulled up the roof camera. What he saw there caused a broad smile to spread wide across his face. He watched as Invincibelle's legs failed her, and her fingers wandered to her breast and thighs. He recognized the superheroine immediately. How could he not? She had attached herself to Paladin, the self-righteous repressive who had come the closest to bringing his growing empire down. Moreover, once Brand had made a loyal plaything of Paladin's reporter wife, having her accuse her husband of cheating on her with Invincibelle in trashy gossip magazines had been a convenient final nail in Paladin's coffin. What caused the smile to spread so wide across Brand's face was simple: his powers were working on her. His pheromones worked on two types of people: those who were fully normal with no special powers of their own, and those who were sexually attracted to men. It was why placating Paladin with services from his playthings had never worked to deflect his investigation. The fact that the young woman was on her knees pleasuring himself from his pheromones, even such a strong dose of those pheromones, meant that she could be made his. In truth, now that he knew, and that she had delivered herself to him tonight, she already was his. It was just a matter of time.

His fingers inside Sophia slowed down as he placed the phone on a decorative table, where he could keep his eyes on it. His other hand returned to her hair, drawing back to force her spine to arch and stretch like a bowstring being drawn taught. "It feels good, doesn't it, kitten?" He teased, as his fingers curled and pressed against the most sensitive cluster he had found so far within Sophia. "Those fingers inside you, filling you up where you need it most...." Although the taunting, smugly authoritative words were directed at Sophia, they were meant for Invincibelle, chosen and crafted for the young woman to hear them and the unintelligible moans of pleasure that Sophia let out in return. His pheromonal musk which was now saturating the air was leaving Sophia all but brainless with overwhelming lust, and now that he knew who was on the receiving end of the air circulation, he had no intention of letting up.

"You want me to make you cum, don't you, kitten?" He teased further, as his fingers made slow, strong thrusts deep inside Sophia, tips running in tight, aggressive circles on the inner nerves that had been discovered in his exploration of her body. "You're desperate for these fingers to rile up your pleasure centers until you cannot help but let out every drop inside you." A wordless cries of pleasure mixed with the cross-eyed, braindead look of pleasure that had claimed her face was the only answer that his formerly very put-together plaything was capable of. "You're such a pathetic, wanton little whore that you can't even form the words to ask me to make you cum, isn't that right, kitten?" With each accusation, his fingers were pumping harder inside her, the squelching, wet sounds of coupling becoming louder and more insistent, and her cries of pleasure were becoming more desperate and sobbing.

"Good girl. Now cum for me, kitten." Brand's words rung with an authority of absolute confidence, a power created by the sheer commitment to his command and assurance of his domain. None of his actual powers were being used in this moment, yet the very way in which he spoke left the impression that even considering any choice other than absolute obedience was somehow wrong. In the same moment that he spoke, Brand's thumb pressed to Sophia's pert anus, burrowing inside at the same pace that his fingers were entering her slit. The notion that she should do anything other than obey was certainly not a thought in Sophia's head, as she immediately cried out at the top of her lungs, a scream of pleasure that would be audible across the street even without Invincibelle's super-hearing. The violent splashing of Sophia's squirting orgasmic discharge impacting on the floor next to the vent echoed through the air unit like a cannon shot.

"That's a very good kitten." Brand cooed with a rewarding, doting singsong to his voice, speaking to Sophia as though to a puppy who had learned to use the bathroom outside. His strong fingers pulled back on Sophia's hair, pulling her up to stand so that she was leaning back into him instead of leaning forward into the wall. She was panting heavily, though her husky voice still rang with saturating pleasure in the wordless whimpers that escaped. "Go to the bedroom and draw the curtains." He instructed, his pheromones receding just enough for the human woman to think through simple instructions. "I don't want to be able to see out the window when I get in there, so that nobody can see what I'm going to do to you." He let his lips curl into a playfully predatory smile as he let this promise excite Sophia, while also suggesting to the superhuman he knew was listening that she could fly outside his bedroom window and watch without being seen. He turned around, pointing Sophia towards the luxurious corner bedroom, itself larger than many apartments, floor-to-ceiling windows making up the exterior walls of both sides that make up the corner. With an audible slap to her ass, he sent the woman scrambling into his bedroom to obey his command, running the heavy blackout curtains that were installed throughout closed to simulate privacy. As she escaped the direct aura of his body, he redoubled the production of musk, watching the phone to see if Invincibelle would be horny enough to take the bait.

 

[Apocrypha]

By the time Brand released the senator's wife and sent her stumbling off to the bedroom, Invincibelle had slumped against the HVAC grate in a daze of lust, her entire body slowly squirming, pressing her hands, her cheek, her breasts against the warm metal as she subconsciously sought that enticing scent she couldn't quite place. On the screen, Brand could see her fondling herself, squirming languidly, her eyes fluttering as her head swam. But he didn't need the screen to tell that she was breathing in great, eager gulps of pheromone-laced air... he could hear her ragged breaths through the vent, each shuddering gasp ending in a breathy little whimper.

"Oh god..." Invincibelle whispered under her breath, rousing slightly as the sounds from below died down... unaware that, in her absence, Brand could hear her through the vent. That was... oh, god, that was intense... no wonder all these women just... She wondered what it would be like, to hear that dark, hungry voice whisper those filthy things in her ear... what he was doing to that woman down there to make her sound like that... to make those sounds...

The young heroine shook her head, hissing as if stung. No... what she'd just just heard down there, what Brand had done to that woman... it was dirty, degrading, obscene... even if she'd sounded like she... really, really enjoyed it...

She bit her lip. No... it was sick, wrong... Brand needed to be stopped... and she needed to keep her head on straight, if she was going to do it. What had he said... they were going to draw the curtains. Down there, on the windows... maybe, maybe if she flew down there, got close... she could see what was going on, what he was doing to her...

Had her head been clearer, Invincibelle might have wondered what that would accomplish... might have thought to break into the penthouse some other way, to search Brand's effects for some damning evidence while he was occupied with the woman... but for some reason, it didn't occur to her. Getting closer... seeing it, seeing him fuck the helpless woman senseless, seeing whatever barely-imagined sins could make the woman scream like that...

...to Invincibelle's pheromone-addled mind, it suddenly seemed reasonable. Necessary. Desperately, desperately needful. With an eager little whimper, the young heroine staggered to her feet and leapt from the side of the building, descending down to the level of the windows, creeping in from the side as she watched the blackout curtains within draw shut. Pressed up against the glass, she inched along its surface, seeking the tiniest crack between the curtains where she could peer inside...

 

[SnowSage]

The horny young heroine's eager leap off the side of the building produced a mirthful chuckle from Joshua, as he crossed the room. Placing his phone on a wireless charging pad, he pressed a few buttons, and the television in the living room, massive and clearly visible from both the bedroom and outside, showed the security video. It was clear to him that Invincibelle was too wrapped up in her own hormonal needs to pay enough attention to notice that the next room over from where he was about to fuck Sophia there was a near-theatrical flatscreen showing high definition video of her hovering outside his bedroom window, pressed against the glass like a pathetic pariah of a teen boy desperate to see inside the girls' changing room.

Joshua's stride took on a commanding strut as he made his way into the bedroom. Mrs. St. James was already in the low-platform, circular bed that stood in the center of the chamber, her naked body fully on display for him as she leaned back on her hands, using her posture to present her magnificent bust as though a pair of ripe watermelons on a platter for judgement. Her trembling body betrayed how nervous being so exposed made her, how unaccustomed to the near pornographic ways of attraction and seduction that she was now trying her hand at she was. And yet, her eyes were hooded with the starving mist of burning lust and excitement as they followed Brand's movements across the room with the attentive devotion of a puppy.

"It looks like you followed directions nicely, Mrs. St. James." Brand spoke with a booming assurance that had not been part of his previous display. Where he had previously teased Sophia with erotic, intimate stage whispers designed to carry out an existing air vent, he now commanded her with a full throated dictation designed to permeate the window and reach the ears of their unacknowledged guest. "I'm going to check your work..." He said, as he strode to the far corner of the room, his eyes running over each segment of curtain with a showman-like flourish, making a production out of examining the heavy fabric for catches, seams, or other gaps through which he could be observed claiming his prize for the evening. He took his time slowly walking the room, each panel he examined bringing him closer to where Invincibelle was pressed up to the glass listening in. "If you did well, then I will reward you..." He teased as he reached the hem of the bed, his strong hand lazily tracing its fingertips in a featherlight trail up Sophia's exposed, trembling thighs and up her flat stomach, before reaching her chest and curling into a firm, kneading squeeze. His eyes continued to sweep the curtains in the far corner of the room as he allowed Sophia to pant and moan in pleasure as her chin pitched towards him and her lips hovered near his own, her body both desperate to kiss him and terrified to overstep his permissions. His thumb and forefinger took hold of her nipple and gave a firm, intimate pinch, tugging outward on the mammary as he twisted the diamond-hard pleasure nub. "If you disappointed me, then I will punish you." His pinching fingers yanked outward harder, causing Sophia's chest to heave as her heavy bust distended out momentarily before falling back into place with an eager quiver as her nipple escaped his fingers. Brand's hand immediately swatted downward in a harsh slap which impacted audibly across the side of her untouched breast, setting both in motion as the echo of the slap rang out.

Smirking as he continued on, Brand soon reached the corner where Invincibelle was lurking, easily able to tell her exact location from the image on his TV screen, visible through the open bedroom door. His strong fingertips brushed through the heavy curtains, as though checking them for bugs. Soon, he reached the tiny slit, an imperfect alignment between two curtain sections whose edges created perhaps an eighth of an inch wide peephole slit, where Invincibelle was watching. His fingers curled around the edge, pulling it closer as though to inspect it. The curtain lifting away, expanding the opening as he inspected it, would leave Invincibelle exposed, even another moment of his close inspection would guarantee he would make eye contact with the enterprising voyeur. And just as it seemed inevitable that her horniness would cause her first stealth mission to end in the target catching her red-handed, Sophia's voice cooed out. "Mmm.... Mr. Brand... I don't know which one I want..." She whimpered in a coy tone, clearly her best effort at a seductive, pornographic siren call.

"Oh?" Brand made a show of asking with a smile, turning to face the bed as his fingers dropped the corner of the curtain. The tips of his fingers brushed over the digital control of the windows that lined the sill, and the window Invincibelle was peering throuh slid open a fraction of an inch. Suddenly, she didn't need her super-hearing to hear the details of their conversation, and the full weight of his pheremones were once again bludgeoning her sense of smell into submission. The same precise but apparently careless motion which had accomplished that also caused the curtain to fall uneven, leaving her a wide open slit that she could comfortably see through in a direct line to the bed where a senator's wife was waiting with legs spread wide for Joshua Brand as he walked back from the window.

"Mmmhm..." Sophia whimpered out her moaned affirmation, as her head nodded shyly in affirmation. "I've never... Nobody's..." Brand had reached the bed as she fumbled with her words, his strong hand taking her by her hair and yanking roughly back and down to force her to look up his body, her nose very near the groin of his slacks. "I-ahhhhhh...." Her eyes misted over with unintelligible pleasure as the pheromones intended to overwhelm Invincibelle's supernaturally durable body and mind wrecked havoc on her mortal faculties. "I liked how... how it felt... Sir..." She finally purred out through multiple gasping swallows.

"You liked how it felt when your master slapped you across your tit, is that it, Slutphia St. James?" He demanded, as his hand in her hair continued to torque backward, forcing her to arch her back all the more, pressing her swollen, bruising breasts up against his thigh. A wordless nod and purr of pleasure was the only response. "Good girl." Joshua spoke down to his conquest, as his free hand unfastened his belt, sliding it away and unfastening the button and zipper of his slacks. The motion was slow, tantalizing, and cruel, forcing both women to wait on baited breath for the promised sight of his endowment.

 

[Apocrypha]

Pressed up against the glass outside the bedroom, suspended high above the city below by no more than her powers of flight, Invincibelle clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a yelp of alarm as the window opened a crack. She spun to the side, pressing her back to the glass just to the side of where the slit in the curtains had parted, biting her lip and holding her breath as she waited to see if she'd been overheard.

No risk of that... not with the wanton moans Brand forced from the senator's wife filling the bedroom. Holding her breath, Invincibelle had just a moment in which her head could clear, just enough to flush in embarrassment rather than arousal at the thought of what she was doing. This was... super sketchy... what would anyone think if they saw Invincibelle hovering by a penthouse window, peeping inside like... well, like the kind of shameless slut who'd have done all those things they said she'd done with Paladin. Shouldn't she just... get out of here? Before someone saw her? Yeah... that was what she should do. Invincibelle nodded firmly, took a deep, steadying breath to collect herself...

...and inhaled a deep breath of the pheromonal cloud spilling from the nearby window, wafted past her face by the high-altitude breeze. Her eyes widened slightly, and a fluttery little moan escaped her as a dizzying wave of arousal swept through her once more.

"Mmm..." Her eyelids drooped, her head lolling to the side for a moment as a dreamy smile flickered over her lips. She pressed herself back against the window, her back arching as she squirmed in languid bliss and ran her tongue over her parted lips. Her caution forgotten, she clasped her hands about herself, slowly caressing her girlish curves through the thin fabric of her costume. Her head tilted toward the curtains, drawn irresistibly to the pheromone scent... and to the enticing, erotic sounds within as the senator's wife panted and pleaded for Brand. God, listen to her... Invincibelle gave a little gasp, her hand clutching at the fabric of her frilly little skirt, pressing its folds between her squirming thighs and whimpering at the hot pressure there. What's he doing to her...?

Unable to resist, Invincibelle shifted against the glass, rolling onto her side and bringing one eye to the slit in the curtains... and giving a hot, breathy gasp at the scene within.

 

[SnowSage]

Brand's trousers slid down his thighs, and the two women were treated to the sight of his visage clad only in his boxer shorts. The thin, athletic fabric clung to his powerful thighs, and centered attention on the breathtakingly large bulge which distended the garment out in the groin. Even as his waistband pulled away from his abdomen, neither of his playthings were yet able to see the prick which lay in wait beneath. At least, not without Invincibelle using her superpowers to look through the clothing. His hand in Sophia's hair held her firm, resisting the gentle, subconscious straining she was doing to try to get up high enough to see the tip of his manhood. Despite teasing the two, denying them their craving for several long seconds to build their anticipation, Brand resisted waiting so long as to give Invincibelle any ideas about using her powers to skip ahead in his script. As the two women squirmed in their desire, he let the muscles of his lower abdomen twitch, pulling his cock inward and upward for a moment such that the glans slipped past the elastic band. As he relaxed, the sheer mass of his endowment pushed the boxers slightly downward.

As Sophia's body moved instinctually in response to seeing the glans and first inch of shaft, pushing upwards on the edge of the bed to reach the swollen scepter, Brand's hand released her hair, allowing her to pounce. Her movement was feral, an expression of pure, unbridled lust as she wrapped thick lips around him. Despite the full mouth of the powerful young woman, she had to crane her jaw open, stretching wide to accept the full girth of Brand's hefty tip. The glans itself was nearly an inch and a half in diameter, and the inch of so of shaft beneath that stood between Sophia's lips and Brand's boxers seemed to be somehow slightly thicker. Brand leaned back in a relaxed, confident posture, his one hand slowly pushing his boxers further down to reveal more of his phallus in perfect time with his other hand guiding Sophia down the length to accept more and more of his shaft inside her mouth so there was never more than an inch exposed to open air.

Sultry, sloppy wet sounds of slurping and sucking echoed out from the bedroom as Sophia took an active, enthusiastic role in pleasuring Brand without needing to be told. There was a sudden, momentary nauseous gurgling that rang out for a single moment as Brand reached the back of Sophia's pallet, but after only a single surprised gag, Sophia relaxed into Brand's hand as he pushed her further down the length, allowing him to slide into her throat. The desperate, wanton GLK GLK sounds that rang out in the aftermath betrayed the woman's inexperience, choking herself on his length.

With his full, 11 inch rod revealed, the heavy, full scrotum dangling languidly beneath the well-kemp, trimmed but hairy base of his shaft, Brand finally pulled Sophia up, revealing each inch of the saliva-coated, glistening rod she had been housing, so that Invincibelle could for the first time see the majestic endowment that stood between his legs. With a playful shove, Brand drove Sophia onto her back on the bed, and his hand gently traced over her curves as he strode around the edge of the circular bed. As he reached the opposite side, he pulled Mrs. St. James forward, until her head was dangling off the edge of the bed, the rest of her body laying on her back across the mattress. Lining his tip up with her lips, Brand pushed his hips forward, driving his manhood down an already relaxing, quickly adapting, welcoming throat. The way he had positioned himself caused him to line up directly opposite where the slit in the curtain was, so that Invincibelle would be looking over Sophia's naked legs, the eager hand that was already between her legs aggressively pleasuring herself, over the crest of her ample bust, and see the domineering form of Joshua Brand as he thrust himself inside one of his submissives, the exact angle she could expect to see were she ever the one accepting his length inside her.

 

[Apocrypha]

Invincibelle clamped a gloved hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp at the lewd scene playing out on the other side of the heavy curtains. It wasn't simply the size of Brand's endowment that caught her off guard, shocking as it was. It was the way the senator's wife moved… eager, frantic, desperate for him, all trace of dignity forgotten as she choked on the length of him, let him use her like a toy… and by the sound of her, loved every moment of it. It was filthy, degrading, disgusting…

hot

Biting her lip hard, Invincibelle tore her eyes away again, cursing as she tugged herself back from the slit in the curtain. No, no, no… This wasn't what she was here for. She had to remember who Brand was… what he'd done. She was here to stop him, to find justice for his victims. All those women he'd manipulated, who'd ruined their lives and betrayed their employers, their friends, even their families… just like Sophia St. James was betraying her husband right now.

Was this what Brand had done to them all? Was he just such an incredible lover that they'd do anything for another

fuck

encounter with him? Could anybody be that good of a lay? No, that couldn't be it either… because Sophia St. James had left the party with him willingly, come up here willingly, let him strip her out of her dress and make her

scream

go in his apartment, all before he'd put a hand on her. A senator's wife… this senator's wife, with all her wholesome political branding… she'd have known better than to do any of that. Maybe it wasn't the first time Brand had… had done this to her? But no… Invincibelle had been monitoring Brand for some time, investigating his activities for longer than that, and as far as she knew, this was the first time Brand had even met Mrs. St. James. He'd made her his

slut

target just tonight, and she'd given in just that quickly?

No… this couldn't be natural. He had to be doing something to her… something to all those women, to bend them to his will this quickly. No matter how much the senator's wife

begged

seemed to enjoy it, there was no way that what was happening in there was entirely of her own free will. And that meant that this was a job for Invincibelle - who, obviously, would be immune to whatever trick Brand employed. She was, after all, immune to everything.

Taking a deep breath, the young heroine drifted out a few feet into empty air, clenched her fist, and then smashed through the window with a flying punch. The heavy curtains prevented shards of flying glass from spraying inward across the bedroom, but did little to muffle the crash. It occurred belatedly to Invincibelle that startling Mrs. St. James now, while Brand had his cock most of the way down her throat, might not be the safest idea she'd ever had… but between her own outrage and Brand's wafting pheromones, there was very little forethought guiding the young heroine's actions at the moment.

"Back away from her, Brand! Now!"

 

[SnowSage]

Brand's hips didn't even slow down as Invincibelle smashed her way through the reinforced glass of his bedroom. The shards were thick and broke into fractal fragments that sprayed everywhere, the heavy curtains absorbing what shards didn't slash harmlessly across the exposed skin of the hasty heroine that was hovering in the bedchamber. Brand's eyes rose up from Sophia's body to meet Invincibelle's gaze with a sly smirk, his hand raising a single finger in a 'one second' gesture. Sophia remained entirely, almost mindlessly focused on her task, slurping and sucking on Brand's massive scepter as her fingers brutalized her sodden snatch, loud, lewd squelching noises reaching Invincibelle's ears now that there was no glass in between them.

Pressing his hand to his phone, Brand shut off the television without looking away from Invincibelle's eyes, cutting off any chance she may have had if she had her wits about her to realize that she was already being goaded and fluffed for conquest. He then spoke confidently. "Lena, schedule a contractor to come replace the window in my bedroom. Tell them to put it on Ms. St. James' account. She's happy to pick up the tab, aren't you, kitten?" He asked as his rod continued to slide forward and back, driving into her throat at the same angle and slow, even power that would be expected early on in fucking her pussy or asshole. His question was answered with an enthusiastic nod of her head, at least as much so as the senator's wife was able to nod with her neck being invaded by the thick, rigid stud of his prick.

"Certainly, sir." A demure, submissive voice rang out through the high quality speakers that wreathed his bedchamber. "Is tomorrow soon enough, or are we paying for overnight work?"

"Tomorrow is fine. Ms. St. James and I will sleep in one of the guest rooms tonight." With that, Brand's smirk curled up to a full smile. "Perhaps our uninvited guest will even join us." With that, he glanced down at Sophia, and finally withdrew his length from her maw. The prim and proper woman seemed to throw her body further over the edge of the bed to desperately cling to his tip until the very last possible moment, before letting it slip free with an audible pop as her sucking lips smacked back together, and she looked up at him with a pleading whine that was akin to a pleading puppy.

"One moment, sweet kitten. I need to handle our uninvited guest. Keep yourself warm while I speak with her." He instructed, speaking down to her while continuing to flagrantly ignore Invincibelle's command.

"Y-Yes sir..." Sophia whimpered out, as her fingers redoubled their assault on her inner folds, her body trembling dramatically as she writhed on the bed.

Brand made no effort to clothe or cover himself as he strode slowly forward towards Invincibelle, letting the thick, powerful cock that had drawn her attention from outside continue to hang at full attention between his legs. Slick and sloppy from having been sucked, the length was all but sparkling in the light and loomed defiantly upwards against the pull of gravity, seemingly capable of holding up any weight hung upon it, much less the bodyweight of a woman who could fly. His eyes held Invincibelle's in a languid, placid stare, his body language and expression betraying absolutely no hesitation or concern about her powers or her authority. "As you can see, madam, the young woman has enthusiastically consented to everything we are doing. And we both know that adultery is not illegal. So, unless you are here as a hired thug for her husband, you have substantially overstepped your authority as a costumed vigilante in this city."

At this point, Brand had reached the spot where the young heroine had been hovering, and his stalking advance had pushed her backwards, angling her towards the nearest wall and away from his remaining windows. He moved faster with each stride, until he had penned Invincibelle in against a wall, and despite her super strength, his absolute confidence and aura gave the impression of a hulking brute that had her where he wanted her as he hunted her. His pheromones were as potent as ever, and in this close to her, they were fully saturating her nostrils, choking her in a thick sea of mind-altering chemicals. "You know what happens to bad girls who overstep their authority?" He asked, as he finally made contact, his hands moving up to her chest and shoving forward, each of his palms having roughly scraped one of her hard nipples through the fabric of her costume as his genuinely impressive, though still certainly mortal, strength drove her into the wall. His lips hovered in close to her ear as he whispered in a husky, seductive voice.

"They get punished." His hand drove down between her thighs in a sudden, aggressive motion, three fingers impacting across Invincibelle's labia through the fabric of her panties as the force of the sudden impact blew her skirt up and away. The fingers remained on her snatch, firmly dragging their weight across the sensitive lips through her panties as he continued to rile her up. "You aren't normally such a naughty girl, are you, Invincibelle? You know better, but you invaded my home anyway. You just couldn't help yourself, could you? You saw what I was doing to Sophia and you couldn't get the thought of being the one I stuffed myself inside out of your head. You knew you didn't have grounds to arrest or fight me, but you wanted my attention, didn't you?" He asked, as his fingers on her panties pressed inward more harshly, tips finding her clit and roughly scraping it as he continued to hem her in to the wall.

 

[Apocrypha]

"As you can see, madam, the young woman has enthusiastically consented to everything we are doing. And we both know that adultery is not illegal. So, unless you are here as a hired thug for her husband, you have substantially overstepped your authority as a costumed vigilante in this city."

“Uh… I mean…” Invincibelle stammered, her reckless confidence faltering at Brand’s words. Damn… he had a point. The young heroine fumbled for a response through the haze of drugged arousal and the distraction of the woman writhing on the bed and the very naked and very erect villain advancing on her.

“You… you did something to her…” she pointed out, the accusation coming out plaintive and uncertain as she drifted backwards, subconsciously giving ground as Brand maneuvered her towards the wall. “I… I know you did something… you…”

This close, the pheromones that had entranced her with a mere shiff now hung about her in a smothering, overwhelming miasma. He hadn’t even touched her yet, but already Invincibelle found herself panting for breath, writhing slowly in place as though trying to escape unseen hands clutching at her flesh.

“You’re… doing something…” she whimpered, her pretty blue eyes hooded and glassy as her senses drowned in hot, mindless arousal. “S-stop it… I…”

Her protests gave way to a high, girlish yelp as Brand’s fingers closed over her breasts, and she offered no resistance as he shoved her back against the wall. As he leaned close, whispering filthy insinuations in her ear, the helpless heroine could only squirm and shudder, her lithe body soft and languid and hot beneath his touch.

“No… mmm, no… ah…” she mewed, her voice soft and weak as she felt his fingers glide over her, slipping beneath her skirt. “I’m… I’m gonna stop you… b-bring you to justice… I’m… you can’t… ahh!”

Her babbling protests grew more frantic, and then gave way to a high, sweet wail of erotic agony as his fingers pressed against her through her sodden panties. “Oh god, no… get your f-filthy hands… ah…AHH…!”

The young heroine writhed against the wall, arching her back as Brand’s fingers sent a shock of exquisite pleasure through her pheromone-soaked body. Her hands, which could have sent Brand sprawling with a casual swat, ran instead over the wall behind her, then over her flushed face, through her disheveled hair, down her trim body and over her trembling, out thrust chest, mindlessly stroking the sensitive flesh through the thin fabric of her top as her hips rolled in time with the merciless pressure of Brand’s fingers.

“Oh…” she moaned dreamily, her voice slurring, her fluttering eyes fixing on Brand. “What are you… d-doing to me…? Why am I… why can’t I… ohh…!”

 

[SnowSage]

"Tisk, tisk, tisk." Brand whispered his condescending answer to Invincibelle's evasive queries into the intimate space between them. Despite her significantly greater physical strength, he was taking up the entire space, cloistering her in the desperately small chamber of pheremone-saturated air that remained between him and this wall. The heat of his breath rolled playfully over her exposed neck with each exhale, seeming to embrace her supple neck and flushed, heaving upper chest. His fingers on her clit pulled away and swatted down again, impacting in a harsh crash across the labia once more with the greatest point of impact directly on the cluster where her hardened pleasure button resided. "Overstepping your authority and then evading my questions when I correct you..." His fingers swatted outward and back down again, harder than either of the first times, the impact on her clit creating an audible crack that echoed through the room despite the muffling of her panties. "Looks like you're something of a brat, and you crave punishment, don't you, Belle?" He whispered, as his confident, commanding eyes bored directly into her fluttering, faltering gaze. He spoke with absolute command, seemingly entirely unconcerned with whether she would consent to him calling her Belle.

Brand's free hand moved up to take Invincibelle's hand, his fingers wrapping around her own as her fumbling, absentminded motions betrayed how sexually inexperienced she was. In a slow, even, and firm motion, he pressed her fingers inward and guided her in kneading her own breast through her suggestive top, working the sensitive mound like dough being prepared for a bake, and guiding her thumb and forefinger to her pert nipple, closing them in a pinch and twisting. "There's really no mystery here, Belle..." Brand whispered into the space between them, as he continued to silently educate her on pleasuring herself with one hand and stroke her snatch with the other. "You can't bring yourself to push me away because you don't want to." His fingers on her pussy deftly pushed the crotch of her panties to the side, revealing her warm, wet entryway to the cool night air before immediately pressing to the flushed, neglected flesh with a gentle dexterity that seemed to contradict the coarse flesh of his fingertips. The thumb instantly returned to her clit as his fingertips flirted with the lips of her sex, pushing and stretching them without yet entering her. "You feel like you SHOULD want to because you've lived a sexually repressed life, so you're ashamed of how badly you wanted my attention..." His hand on her chest rose up to her chin, fingers pinching the point of it and guiding her to tilt it upward so she was fully facing him, fractions of an inch between their lips as he breathed his seductive words to her. "... But you have it now, and you're loving it, aren't you?" He asked, as his fingertips slid easily inside her loins, curling up to press against the sensitive, coarse membrane that lay just above the entry.

Without letting the heroine respond to his accusations, Brand captured her lips with his own. The kiss was unlike anything that the white-bread, innocent background that Paragon would have chosen for his sidekick could have offered. Brand leaned forward, using his advancing lips to push her head back into the wall. His tongue invaded her mouth immediately, breaking past her full, puffy lips like barbarians crashing through the gates of an inadequately defended fortress. Once inside, his tongue curled over her own, wrestling with it and coaxing it forward into a heavy, lustful wrestle between their lips as they crashed together with the erotic violence of a storm. His saliva coated her tongue and the inside of her mouth, leaving his intoxicating scent inside her, past any defenses she might have left. Then, as suddenly as he had started the kiss, he pulled back, denying her any further affection as his hand which had been on her chin curled around her throat, holding her against the wall.

Looking intensely in her eyes, Brand plunged his fingers deeper inside Invincibelle's pussy, pumping the digits deep inside her to press against sensitive clusters far past anything the young woman may have experimented with herself. "Your punishment for interrupting is this, Belle:" He spoke firmly to her, his confidence in his authority over her a night and day difference from the hesitant, almost weak way that Paragon had once attempted to talk her into consensus before they acted. Brand turned his body, letting Invincibelle out from the wall pen he had created for her. His hand on her throat pulled her out from the wall, releasing as the hand that had been inside her velvet chamber slid out and grabbed her ass possessively, without a moment of hesitation or doubt. Holding her close enough to remain completely smothered in his scent, Brand walked Invincibelle across the room to the edge of the bed. He gestured to a small lounge chair, set up barely three feet from the bed, facing the bed directly as though positioned intentionally for its occupant to watch what occurred atop those sheets.

"You will sit in the cuck chair, and you will do what comes naturally as you watch me with Mrs. St. James. You will not request my attention until I have finished with Mrs. St. James. And..." His eyes glowed as he leaned in over her shoulder from behind, so that she couldn't see the flash of his abilities activating even as his breath cascaded over her earlobe. "You will not cum until I make you cum." As his words hit her ear, the circuitry of her brain experienced a short, an insulator taking root at the exact point which would allow Invincibelle to experience an orgasm, cutting off her ability to climax even as his pheromones and treatment of her sparked her libido. Pushing her to the chair, Brand returned to the bed, now barely feet away from Invincibelle as he took Sophia St. James by her hair, pulling her across the bed to splay out on her hands and knees facing Invincibelle, so that as Brand settled in behind her, the young heroine was barely a foot away and looking right in the senator's wife's eyes as she howled in bliss the very moment that Brand slid his length inside her.

 

[Apocrypha]

Invincibelle could only moan in despair as Brand's lips found hers, stifling her pitiful protests. Tears beaded at the corners of her wide blue eyes as she struggled to resist the pleasure wracking her body and the insidious words echoing in her mind. No... no, this is... all wrong...! her mind screamed at her. I don't want this... that's not why I followed him, that's not why I'm here, I know it's not, he's lying... he's... he's making me...

But even as she screamed internally, the young heroine could feel her body giving in to Brand's ministrations... writhing languidly against the wall, her hips rolling against his hand, seeking out the pressure of his fingers in places she'd never realized could be so deliciously, agonizingly sensitive. "Mmmnnn..." she groaned into his kiss, her eyes rolling back in bliss and then fluttering closed. As the villain's intoxicating pheromones engulfed her mind and smothered her resistance, Invincibelle found herself returning the kiss... weakly at first, but then with increasing desperation...

...until his lips withdrew, and Invincibelle found herself mouthing at empty air with her glistening lips, her tongue lolling like a panting dog as she whined in protest. His hand clamped over her throat, forcing her back against the wall, and despite her strength Invincibelle found herself giving in readily, able only to stare at her captor in smoldering need. Her whine became a ragged gasp as Brand's fingers plunged inside her once more, "Ah... haah... aagh..." Her panting breaths grew more labored as her pleasure mounted, her head lolling from side to side as she struggled weakly against the pleasure...

…until Brand withdrew his fingers, leaving the young heroine in a helpless fog of confusion and arousal as Brand hauled her, unresisting, into the chair. She sprawled over the cushions, her flushed, sweat-soaked body quivering with desperate need. Her vacant eyes widened slightly as Brand spoke in her ear, as his insidious power worked its way through her nervous system. In her delirium, she scarcely understood what he’d said to her… but when he released her and stalked back to the woman on the bed, Invincibelle found herself unable to rise… unable even to raise her voice in protest.

Can’t disturb him. Can’t get his attention. The commands sank in at a level deeper than words, deeper than rational thought. Invincibelle didn’t understand why she couldn’t move or speak up… only that it would be hideously, agonizingly wrong to do so…

…but he’d told her to do what came naturally, and that suddenly felt more right than anything in her young life ever had. Invincibelle’s hands strayed over her squirming body, one hand tugging at the neckline of her star-spangled top, the other slipping beneath the hem of her short skirt and rubbing feverishly at the thin, sodden cloth over her tender sex. All thought of resistance, of simple dignity, faded to distant irrelevance as she touched herself, her soft gasps of pleasure spiking to a high, eager squeal at the sound of the senator's wife crying out in ecstasy, at the sight of her face twisted in helpless pleasure... I need that... I need to…

“Aaahhh…” A look of slowly-dawning horror stole over Invincibelle’s flushed features, mingling with the paroxysms that wracked her as she pleasured herself. She was so close… it was so strong, stronger than any pleasure she’d ever been able to give herself, stronger than anything she’d thought her invulnerable body still capable of feeling… and yet she couldn’t bring herself to climax, the pent-up pleasure rising and rising without ever finding release. Her soft moans turned to cries of desperate, erotic agony as she thrashed and shuddered. Her fingers clawed at her invulnerable flesh, tracing red marks over her breasts and up her thighs...

...and all the while, her eyes remained fixed on Sophia St. James' face, bound there by Brand's command to watch them. She dared not meet Brand's eyes... he'd ordered her not to get his attention... and so she could only plead wordlessly with Brand's other victim, whimpering in helpless need as she strained towards the other woman from her confinement in the chair.

 

[SnowSage]

Invincibelle's attention on Sophia St. James' face was not returned in kind. Quite the contrary, as she looked into the blissful eyes of the senator's wife, she was greeted only with an unthinking, faraway stare. The high society woman's full lips were parted, her tongue lolling lazily out, and her voice emanated through the room in a loud moan of pleasure. And that was before Brand started to move. After having elicited such a needful howl of lust when he first slid inside her, Brand's manhood had remained buried inside her velvet core for several long seconds, letting her body adjust to the length and girth. All the while, he looked past her, watching over her shoulder as the heroine who had smashed her way into the room so intent on stopping him now obediently pleasured herself to the sights, sounds, and smells of him railing his latest acquisition. The fact that she avoided looking up at him, instead focusing on the expressions of his conquest, brought an arrogant smile fully across his face, drunk and in lust for the power he held over the world's purest superheroine.

Brand's hand moved forward in a swift, decisive motion, taking hold of Sophia's dark hair at the root and using it like a leash for the young woman as he tugged backward to force a deep arch into her spine. The motion forced her to press her breasts outward for display, shoving them in Invincibelle's face as the eyes she had been looking at yieldingly rolled backward. His hips moved slowly backward, drawing each inch of his prick out of the mortal woman, a sensation which was written across Sophia's features as she shuddered and trembled, her lips and tits quivering as she whimpered like a lovesick puppy. The motion was agonizingly drawn out, letting both Sophia and Invincibelle bathe in the pheromones that released as his musky cock escaped a fraction of an inch at a time from the burning sauna that Sophia's snatch had become. Then, in a single, rapid motion, Brand impaled Sophia once more on his endowment, driving it fully into her with an even, controlled, but aggressive thrust that only stopped when her tight chamber could not stretch enough to accommodate his full length, allowing in only another inch more than had originally been inside her. Nonetheless, the woman's eyes rolled back in desperation, her maw craning open fully to let out a full throated wail of pleasure.

As Invincibelle watched, Brand claimed Sophia with the deftness, strength, and decisive confidence of a master sculptor carving a signature work out of marble. Each thrust started with a slow, teasing draw out of her body, accompanied by the whimpers and whines of a body reluctant to be un-full, followed by a powerful, violent reentry which elicited a scream of lust greater than the last. Each thrust the draw out was a little faster than before, and the invasion into Mrs. St. James' sex achieved slightly deeper purchase, until Brand's heavy balls were impacting on Sophia's labia as her body finally fully accepted his entire length and girth. By this point, the young woman was no longer capable of even looking past Invincibelle with the faraway stare that she had worn not two minutes before. It seemed she had lost all control over her body and face, as her arms and thighs were vibrating with violent, failing effort to keep her up, and her eyes were rolling in an uncoordinated, crosseyed mess. Her screams of pleasure were giving way to hoarse, voiceless cries as her breath could no longer keep up with the expressions of lustful pleasure that she was emitting, giving way to the wanton, lurid squelching sounds of her sodden snatch being brutalized by Brand's increasingly rapid, bestial motions.

Brand's voice in the throes of passion was lower, heavier, and huskier even than his usual baritone, taking on the affect of a predator growling through his huffs and groans. The gravelly intonation blended with the hoarse, meek cooing which was coming from Mrs. St. James, along with the wet, humid slapping noises to create a symphony of sin for Invincibelle's ears. Brand's pace was speeding up even as Sophia fully lost control of her arms and legs, collapsing onto the bed while Brand brutally ravaged her with increasing ferocity, the impact causing the circular frame to bounce, crack, and shift from the repeated thrusting. Sophia began mouthing soundless syllables with desperate tears in her dumb-fucked eyes, fighting with every last bit of willpower she had left to breathe out a fumbling, pathetic request: "Ca.... nni.... Canni.... Can I p.... PleaaaaHHH!!!.... Please... c-cum.... S-s-s!!!! SIR!!!" She whimpered out, clearly fully spent from the effort of forming human words in this state.

"Good girl..." Brand breathed heavily down to her, as he continued to crash his balls against her labia in brutal, rapid drives. "Go ahead and cum your very brain out." He very pointedly spoke the words loud enough for both women to hear him, simultaneously offering each of the women a temporary opening of the floodgates that had been stirred up with a violent release. Rapturous, worshipful pleasure warped Sophia's face as her entire body convulsed with pleasure, a gushing torrent of fluids squirting out of her sex to splatter all over Brand's sheets and thighs. Invincibelle got to watch as the woman quite literally passed out from pleasure, with a look of relaxed, uncomplicated bliss that indicated an almost childlike lack of any concerns in the world in that very moment.

Yet Brand had not passed out, nor even released his own ejaculation. He withdrew his thick, heavy scepter, now thick and coated in Sophia's orgasmic pussy juices, and stood, walking calmly and silently past his passed-out pet, and stepping calmly down from the bed onto the floor in front of Invincibelle's chair. His hand which had been in Sophia's dark hair grabbed blonde locks just as firmly, just as close to the root, and drew her head up towards his sloppy shaft. "Clean every drop, Belle. If you're good, I'll show you how it feels to be the one beneath me tonight."

 

[Apocrypha]

Invincibelle writhed helplessly in the chair, her entire body shuddering, legs splayed, hips thrusting lewdly as she pleasured herself with frantic, clumsy thrusts of her fingers deep into her dripping sex. Each breath escaped as a ragged whine of desperate need, and on each gasping inhalation she breathed in more of the aphrodisiac musk that hung thick in the air, drugging her conscious mind into ever-deeper submission. The obscene tableau playing out before her eyes, the helpless broken expression on Sophia's face and the wanton, pleading tone of her voice, only intensified the young heroine's arousal... and still, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find release. She was so close... so close... please, please, she mouthed soundlessly, as she bucked and thrashed in the chair.

"Go ahead and cum your very brain out," Brand ordered, and Invincibelle's eyes widened, the command piercing the erotic haze hanging about her mind like a beacon. With a high, quavering cry, the young heroine arched clear out of the chair, collapsing to her knees at the foot of the bed, her hand buried between her legs, hips bucking against the pressure of her slick fingers. She struggled and failed to stay upright, collapsing on her side and thrashing on the floor, moaning breathlessly as her orgasm washed over her.

Half-conscious, gasping for breath, Invincibelle stirred, dragging herself to her hands and knees once more, whimpering softly as her hips continued to twitch of their own accord in the aftershocks of her climax, her still-aroused body quivering at every motion. "Ah… ahh… oh g-god… I…"

She was only vaguely aware that the lewd, wet sounds and screams of primal erotic agony had stopped… but as she clutched at the corner of the bed to drag herself up, she found herself dragged instead, as Brand's fingers coiled in her hair. The rough tug at her scalp didn't hurt her in the slightest… but she submitted to it all the same, with a weak little whine of protest, as Brand dragged her up to her knees to confront his glistening shaft.

At his command, she stared up at him, her teary eyes widening, sweat-dewed hair swaying as she weakly shook her head. "N-no… I don't… I can't…" she whimpered…

…but even as she did, she found herself leaning forward, one hand bracing on the floor as she slumped and nearly fell forward in her eagerness. Her other hand clutched Brand's hip, steadying her as she drew herself up. Her eyelids fluttered as her flushed cheek brushed against him, feeling the slick heat caress her face.

"Please… s-stop it…" she moaned, her arms coiling about his leg, breasts pressed against his thigh as she clutched at him. "Don't… mmm… don't make me… mmnngh…" Even as she protested, her tremulous words were interspersed with muffled moans as her lips and tongue brushed against him, mouthing and suckling at him… for just an instant at first, but each time longer, and with greater heat, before she managed to pull her trembling lips away once more. "Oh god… mmmfff… Mr. Brand, please… just let me… mmmhhh…!"

 

[SnowSage]

Brand's hold on Invincibelle's hair had been a gentle direction, a slow and encouraging leash being used to guide the young, inexperienced woman's lips to where he wanted them, dragging her slowly up from his thighs, over his heavy, musky scrotum, up the length of his shaft, and to his tip. Her pleading words, said as they were with so little commitment or apparent desire for them to be respected, met deaf ears as he seemed not even to have registered them as being said. The way her lips pressed themselves to his shaft in whorish kisses, making themselves puffy with the humid eagerness, was treated as her expression of desire. As she made her final plead, requesting him to please just let her without finishing her sentence, his fingers turned in her hair. Rather than holding the loose but firm, leashing fist that he had used thus far, the palm of his strong hand pressed to her scalp, and his fingers splayed outward in a wide spread, each fingertip pressing down on her scalp from a different angle. The result was his powerful hand palming her entire head as though it were a basketball being dribbled by a world-class athlete.

"Let you what, Belle?" He asked, voice taunting as he looked down at her from his position of absolute authority, standing over her as she knelt at his feet despite her vastly superior strength and power of flight. Before she could open her lips to answer, his hand pushed her firmly downward and inward, his hips tilting forward to angle his tip perfectly with her opening jaw. His manhood slid easily inside her wet, waiting maw as he roughly and forcefully pushed her down, until his tip pressed against her soft palette, the full mushroom-cap tip and first inch of his cock inside her mouth, resting on her tongue, but much more of the endowment hanging outside her humid hole. "Let you suck my cock like the good little slut that you crave to be? I believe that's what I already ordered you to do." His words were coming faster as he slowly guided her head up and down the portion of his prick that she could fit purely in her mouth, sliding the tip in and out of her so that her tongue and lips were constantly being reinfused with the taste of his musk.

"Let you pleasure yourself as you work?" He asked, as his right foot slid inward, pushing itself under the hand that she was resting her weight on, and firmly lifting that hand from the ground, forcing her to lean more fully into his thighs and his core as he fucked her face. His foot pushed the hand right up between Invincibelle's spread thighs, guiding it to the snatch that it had only minutes ago been buried inside before returning to the ground. "Not only do you have my permission to masturbate while you suck me off, Belle, you should consider it an order. A good girl knows that giving pleasure is pleasurable. A good girl craves to suck her man's cock. And you want to be my good girl, don't you?" As he spoke that teasing statement, his fingertips on Invincibelle's scalp pressed in just a little harder, and a momentary coursing of his power ran through her brain. It imparted in the young superheroine a pulsing need to have this specific male authority figure tell her that she was a good girl, and an undeniable gut instinct that being given that praise would itself give her rapturous pleasure.

His smile broadened in a sadistic tone as he pushed her head down harder for the first time, continuing to push even after the back of her mouth had become pressed against his thick, heavy tip. "But let you know how it feels to be fucked by me like Sophia was? That you have to earn, Belle. And you'll start by relaxing your palette and welcoming me into that beautiful throat of yours."