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Thundercrash (w/DeviousFish)

"Not shy," she snapped at him. "Repulsed."

Then it was happening. He was touching her. Electricity sparked at the contact and crackled and barked in the air around them. The sensation of his soft lips pressed into the back of her hand sent chills up her spine. Then it spread, flooding her whole body with heat, every pore and cell springing to life. It was more than just a reaction to his lips now, it was her power responding to him. It welled up inside of her and leaped into him joyfully. It was like there was no barrier between his lips and her flesh. It was a clear, perfect conduit. A freeflowing stream. The coursing energy flowed as naturally into him as it did through her own body. Before, when he had fed from her like this, she had already been near empty. This time was different. She was brimming with energy right now and the sensation was that much more powerful. It was horrible and wonderful all at once and she didn't think she could stand it. Her knees buckled beneath her, and for a moment it seemed she would fall.

"E-enough..." she said weakly and pulled against him.

But his hand had clamped down around her wrist. He was stronger and she could feel herself weakening. She pulled harder, but it seemed like they were connected by the sheer force of the energy between them. It was overwhelming her senses and she became suddenly terrified. If he didn't let go soon, she felt sure she would collapse.
 
Silver Soul drank and drank of her power until it seemed her legs would give out, at which point he released her, pulling away from her entirely. Before she could fall, though, silver bands formed around her wrists and ankles, pulling them apart and dragging her spread-eagled into the air. "There, that's much better, isn't it? Now, about that shabby old uniform..." He raised his hand, then swung it down, a shining silver whip forming in his grasp and cracking the air. "We'll have to take care of that, won't we?"
 
She staggered backwards when he released her, body weary and shaking. Her legs couldn't seem to regain their strength and she nearly fell. Then, she felt her wrists and arms caught up by the bands of silver light. Though she was not fully drained, she was too weak to struggle much against them and they were stronger than before from her generous donation of energy. When the whip formed in his hands and he spoke, her eyes widened in shock.

"NO!" she said, angrily. "I did as you asked now let me go! And let the woman go!"

She was at his mercy again and that terrified her. This had been a mistake. Perhaps she should have killed him when she had the chance.
 
"I don't recall ever making such a promise." He rose the whip high and brought it down expertly. The tip tore through her costume and cut into her skin, leaving a gash from her shoulder, across her breasts, and along her belly. He tilted his head to the side, eyeing her freshly exposed skin with appreciation. "You are so lovely, my dear." He grinned cruelly as he raised the whip again.
 
It was true, he had promised her nothing. In fact, he hadn't even promised not to kill the woman. He had only implied, that if she did not cooperate, that it would certainly happen. Why hadn't she thought this through a little more? Her body quivered with rage and fear.

"Y-you... don't you dare!" she yelled as he raised the weapon.

A pained and angered scream sprang from her lips as her brought the whip down. It tore right through the fabric, peeling it back and cut easily into her milky skin. Blood slid from the wound before it slowly began to close, staining the white of her suit.

"LET. ME. GO." she snarled.
 
"Oh, but the last time I did that you wandered off. I'm afraid I'll have to keep you on a leash." The whip cracked without end, cutting into her breasts and stomach and arms and thighs. The bands around her wrists and ankles began to move her in slow circles, allowing him access to her back and buttocks. Little by little, the cruel instrument stripped her of her clothes. And all the while, Silver Soul laughed and laughed and laughed...

Finally, the whip cracked across her groin, exposing her nether regions and cutting into her most intimate part. With that blow, the whip evaporated. Silver Soul looked with amusement at her now-bloody pussy.
 
"I'm not your pet! I'm not yo- AH!"

The next lash stopped her mid-sentence and she cried out, cringing in pain. Each consecutive blow elicited a new cry of protest from her, until she bit down on her tongue, refusing to make another sound. If she couldn't get away, she'd at least suffer through with as much dignity as possible. The following kisses from the whip made her body jerk and she gnashed her teeth in pain as her skin tore. As he turned her mid-air and continued to beat her with the silver instrument, stripping her clothing and tearing her flesh, she closed her eyes against it, trying to shut out the pain and his cruel laughter. The last lash undid her though, and she screamed as it licked across her nether regions, leaving a bloody trail and exposing her to him. She choked back a sob and hung her head.

By the time he was done, she was nearly nude in front of him. There were only a few scraps of her old suit clinging to her besides her boots and one glove. The wounds had closed and were no longer bleeding, but there were angry red lashes and welts where the whip had bitten into her. Normally, the blows would have been nothing to her except embarrassing, but in her weakened state they taxed her strength heavily. Her body was shaking in the silver restraints from the assault, sweat mingling with the blood. She was hanging her head down, pale blue locks covering her face.

"D-damn you..." she muttered, voice furious but trembling. "I should've... I should've..."

She couldn't finish. What should she have done? Killed him? In spite of the consequences? Yes, that is what she was thinking, though she could not bring herself to admit it. She was a servant of the people, shouldn't she be prepared to suffer anything for them? So she remained silent in her pain and fury and bit her lip.
 
"You should have what? Killed me? You could never have done that. It's not in you. That's why I let you live, Sparkler." Silver Soul's eyes turned from her bare body to the screen. "Oh, and here comes my favorite part." He reached around to cup her face in his hand, lifting her face up towards the image.

The silver manacles holding the woman in place dissolved, and she began to fall. She let out a strangled scream as her toe hit the saw. It was only a split second, though, as she halted abruptly in mid-air. If there were any of Silver Soul's constructs supporting her, they were hidden from the camera. It looked as though she was hovering by her own power. That idea was reinforced when she turned her head down and opened her mouth. There was no sound, or at least, none that had been recorded, but the camera shook from the vibration. The air beneath her distorted, and the buzzsaw was ripped to shreds. After a few moments of her silent scream, the woman fell from the air, shuddering in the scraps of metal that had been threatening her life a moment before.

Silver Soul leaned forward, and his breath tickled Sparkler's ear. "Did you forget she could fly? Or did you not even recognize Larksong without her mask?" He slid his hand away from Sparkler's face, down her throat and towards her breasts. His other hand settled on her rump and began to knead her buttocks. "You can tell me all you want, how the mindless masses are actually people, and yet you look down so far on even your fellow heroes. I meant what I said on my first broadcast--that Larksong spoke so highly of you. You couldn't have spent very much time together, she was only in Faire City for a few days, but you must have really made an impression. She spoke of your incredible power, your unshakeable morals. She looked up to you, Sparkler. Shall we tell her how little you think of her?" As one hand continued to massage her breasts, the other circled around to her front, and his fingers began to stroke her abused lower lips. "Shall we show her how far you've fallen?"
 
"You don't... you don't know me..." she muttered darkly.

If only that were true. That it wasn't in her to kill. She wished she could believe that, but she had really wanted it. More than anything. She had wanted him dead. And by her own hands. That aspect of herself, frightened her almost as much as being held in his grasp right now.

When he forced her to face the screen, her eyes widened. "NO!" she shrieked when the manacles disappeared. Her body jerked so hard against her own restraints that the actually moved a bit. The bastard was going to kill her anyway. He was going to- then nothing. The woman was flying and relatively unharmed. His words sank in and she stared in disbelief.

"L-larksong?" she stammered, stunned. She barely noticed his hand fondling her tender breast. "I thought... I thought you had..."

Hadn't Soul said he killed her? Sparkler thought back. No, he hadn't. He had never said that. She had only assumed it. Larksong was alive and he had taken her captive for this moment. The realization made her want to laugh and cry all at once. So she had been duped. Thoroughly and completely fooled. Her sacrifice had been for nothing. The woman had never been in any real danger. If only she HAD killed him. If only...if only...

Then his actions snapped her back into focus. He was touching her again, his hands roving to more dangerous places. Her breath quickened and she struggled against him.

"No..." she said, shaking her head. "I don't look down on anyone... I..." It wasn't true, but she couldn't admit that. Especially now, when she was feeling as low as dirt.

Her hips jerked as his fingers grazed the still raw flesh between her legs. It still stung from the lashing of the whip and the contact made her eyes water. As he began to stroke, though, her body was already tempted to respond in spite of the pain. She wasn't wet except for normal moisture, but if he kept up his attentions she would be. Then, a horrible thought clicked into her head. Shall we show her how far you've fallen? he had said. Were there cameras here? Could Larksong see them just as she saw her? That thought fired new fear and with it motivation into Sparkler.

"NO! Don't touch me!" she yelled, and with surprising strength, pulled against the restraints. They began to give, and for a moment, it looked like she might get free. It was the last of her reserves, but she had to use it. She couldn't let anyone, much less a fellow hero, see her shame.
 
If she was expecting Silver Soul to panic at her sudden burst of strength, or to conjure up more restraints to hold her, she would have been surprised by his response.

"Shh!" he hissed in her ear. "I told you, this is my favorite part. Don't talk over it."

"Well done, my little bird." The same cruel, silky voice that had just murmured into her ear was now coming from the screens, as Silver Soul walked into frame. He grabbed Larksong by the hair and dragged her up to show her face. "But you have to look at the camera."

The villain behind her chuckled again. "You really are too naive, Sparkler. You need someone to look out for you, to take care of you. And that's what I'm here for." His middle finger parted her lower lips and slid knuckle deep into her. There was enough sweat and blood to serve as lubrication, and it went in without meeting much resistance.
 
Almost there, she thought. If only she could just conjure a bit more strength, maybe she'd break free. His sudden, hissing demand startled her and she looked at the screen. Her struggles stopped and mouth gaped in shock with what she saw. She watched dumbfounded as Silver Soul walked across the screen towards Larksong.

"Damnit... it was a trick!"

Her first instincts had been right after all. His power wasn't so far reaching that he could control his constructs remotely. It had been a recording. Whichever choice she had made, everything would have ended the same. To think she'd had him at her mercy, all but defeated, and she gave that up, sacrificing herself to him. For nothing! Naive? She had been naive and so very foolish. Now, she was paying for it.

She had been deep in self-chastisement, her struggles to free herself having all but ceased, when she felt his fingers advancing. She gasped and tried to pull away. Her body stiffened and thighs tensed as his finger slipped inside of her. Her entrance wasn't ready and it pained her slightly, but it was only one finger, slick with her blood and sweat. And with a little encouragement, her passage would gladly provide even more lubrication for him. She tightened her muscles around him, as if trying to push the offending digit out, but it was useless. He was inside of her again and there was nothing she could do.

"I don't... I don't need you," she said, between ragged breaths. She was trying not to panic. "Let me go. J-just let me go..."
 
"Of course you need me, Sparkler. You need me to protect you from this world that seeks to exploit you. You need me inside you." He pinched her nipple as he twisted his finger inside her, running his thumb down her slit as he did. "Don't you remember how I can make you feel?"

Slowly, the tingling manacles around her wrists and ankles lowered her to the ground, setting her on her knees; Silver Soul knelt with her, his finger still teasing her innards. Then the restraints around her wrists pulled her forward and down, forcing her to her hands and knees. If she was watching the video, she would see that Larksong was being forced into a similar pose.
 
"No! The only thing I need protection from is you. Everything was fine until y-you -oh god- you c-came," she spoke shakily, losing her composure as he twisted her nipple. "I don't... I don't... "

If she had forgotten how he made her feel, the movements of his fingers were a strong reminder. As much as she hated him, her body was already slowly responding to him. His twisting middle finger beginning to coax moisture from her slowly yielding passage. And when his thumb slid along her, it made her jump as it grazed that sensitive nodule hidden there. She despised this. He was a killer and a twisted bastard, she shouldn't feel this way. She hated how he made her feel pleasure and her body reacted. She hated this control over her.

"I HATE you," she seethed, between gritted teeth. She was fighting the sensations rising inside of her with everything she had left. "I hate you so much! I should've killed you. I should have!"

Her body shook as she was pulled earthward and soon felt the cool of the concrete on her knees. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Larksong receiving the same treatment. Quickly, she turned away. She could guess what was coming and she didn't want to look. She fought against the manacles pull for a moment, but was forced to submit and found herself on all fours. Her breathing was hard and fast, panic quickly setting in. No! No, no, no, no! Not again! she thought, mind racing to think of some plan, any plan of escape.
 
Once she was on her hands and knees, it may have come as a surprise that Silver Soul pulled away from her completely. But the respite was short lived as new tingling hands appeared to grope her breasts, knead her buttocks, and tease her moist slit. One even tenderly stroked her cheek, running a thumb along her lower lip. Silver Soul's voice washed over her from in front and behind as he spoke in unison with the screen. "Excuse me just a moment, my pet."

He removed his costume carefully; it really was fairly expensive, after all, and he didn't want to have to replace it again. As he tossed his garment aside, he noticed that Sparkler was looking away from the screen. "You know, Larksong and I both worked very hard on this little movie for you. You could at least show some respect and watch it." He stepped forward and tangled his fingers in Sparkler's flowing blue locks, yanking her head up to face towards the movie.
 
When he pulled away from her, she breathed a sigh of relief. Was it too much to hope that something she had said made him reconsider? No, he had planned it all. Even syncing his words with what was on the screen. Still, she chanced to hope. Then, she felt the tingle of his hand constructs begin to rove over her and she knew better. Those things were horrible, she thought. Dealing with Silver Soul's hands were bad enough, but it was like being caught in some kind of orgy with all those things touching all over her. However, as they groped and squeezed and teased her, her arousal only continued to grow. It was like her body didn't even belong to her anymore. She tried to jerk away from the disembodied hands, but her restraints allowed little movement. Hearing the sound of fabric sliding over skin, she knew he was undressing. Her throat suddenly felt dry at the thought.

"Don't do this," she commanded. "Don't you do this."

His hand was suddenly on her head and she let out an startled cry as he jerked it back. She could see Larksong, naked and bruised, and Silver Soul stripping his clothes behind her. His toned body and tawny skin being slowly revealed from his suit, reminded her of how handsome he was. That seemed to make the position she was in even more insulting somehow. There he was, smirking and flawless, whilst she was shaking and battered on the floor.

"You sick bastard," she spat with renewed anger. "Turn that thing off!"
 
"It's so cute how you think you're in control. I might even miss it." His hands smacked down on her hips, his fingernails digging into her skin, and his hard length slipped between her thighs. He rocked his hips back and forth, stroking her slit with his member. Fingers pinched down on her nipples as the hands on her crotch spread her lower lips along his sliding shaft.

The recorded Silver Soul did not spend nearly as much effort teasing his victim, instead circling around her and running one hand up her bottom and back. As he settled in front of her, he pressed the tip of his length against her clenched jaw.

"Now, you see that, Sparkler? See how much worse this could be? She suffered, but you're going to enjoy this."
 
Control? It had been quite a while since Sparkler had felt she was fully in control. Not since the first time that he touched her had she felt that. And not until he was stricken from her life would she feel that again. Still, it did not stop her from grasping at whatever straws she could, however futile the effort. Right now, she was trying desperately to control her own body's reactions with poor results.

The slap of his hands onto her hips as he grasped them made her jump and she wiggled against his grip. His fingernails digging into her skin forced her to stop, however, as it only worsened the pain with her movement. Closing her eyes, she braced herself for penetration, but instead felt him sliding teasingly against her. With each stroke she shuddered, his member sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She bit back a moan, trying to conceal what she felt, but her aching pussy spoke for itself. As he slid along her lower lips, she was coating him thickly in her desire. Each brush of her clit and each pinch of her sensitive nipples eliciting more for him to enjoy.

"No...I won't," she spoke raggedly between breaths and shook her head. "Don't do this. Don't do this to me again. Please!"

All authority had left her voice, she was pleading with him now. She could only think about how this could not happen again. She wasn't sure she would come back from it the same if it did. She looked up to see what the Silver Soul of the screen was doing to Larksong. Pity welled up in her for the woman, though not as much as she currently felt for herself.
 
"How can you say that when you're so." He pressed the tip of his manhood against her slick opening. "Damned." He dug his fingers into her flesh. "Eager!" Pulling her towards him as he drove his hips forward, he plunged his member deep inside her. On the screen, Larksong's mouth was penetrated at the same time.

As he began to thrust inside her, the hands that had parted her labia now slid up them and began to tease her clit. "Come on then. Cry for me. Moan for me. I want to hear you scream." The hands roaming her body all clamped down at once, squeezing her face, her breasts, her thighs, her buttocks, and pinching down on her most sensitive nub.
 
"No, no, no, no..." she said, shaking her head as he began teasing her moist entrance. "Don't! Please, don't!" her voice pleaded as his fingers dug into her milky skin.

As he finally slid inside of her, she clenched her fists and gasped, choking back a sob of defeat. On the screen, Larksong was taking him into her abused mouth, his mass disappearing down her throat as it did now into Sparkler's trembling pussy. She bit down on her lip and closed her eyes against the image as tears formed at the corners and wet her cheeks.

Her entrance was slick and incredibly hot, resisting him only a little. Apparently, she had recovered from his last visit, but her passage was as tight around him as before. There wasn't a sharp pain, her hymen having been taken care of, but it still stung as he ripped into her so quickly and deeply. She could feel him now, every ridge and vein and the bulb of his cock, buried in her flesh, pressing against her wet walls.

Then those fingers began to stroke her clit, and her stomach muscles tightened and her back arched at the sensation. It was horrible, that monster was violating her...again. Something she had sworn wouldn't happen. And yet her body shivered beneath and sent signals of pleasure to her brain. He was mounting her like a dog and she was responding like a bitch in heat. She hated him and yet her body loved him. It just didn't make sense. She was disgusted with herself.

The thrusting began and sent her body into further turmoil. Each sliding motion sending heat and a delightful sort of electricity through her. "No!" she growled at his commands. "I won't. I won't do what yo-" Her voice broke as every one of the roving hands clamped down on her. It startled her and hurt her and whatever she had said she couldn't help it- she screamed. It was rage and lust and pain all rolled into one wail. And at the end, she broke and began sobbing. Her body was on the edge again, pleasure boiling uncontrollably inside of her, and she couldn't stop it from running over.
 
As she screamed, Silver Soul laughed and pounded into her all the harder, each thrust digging a little deeper into her cervix. He really had shown a great deal of restraint the last time, since he didn't want to destroy his precious pet. But she was stronger now, and he could show off a little bit more.

"You know," he groaned as he quickened his pace, "I tried this on that mewling creature I found at the bank." He pulled almost all the way out. He paused for a moment as he spoke again. "She broke." Gripping her hips until his fingers drew blood, he pushed his manhood all the way into her womb, pausing again to savor the sensation--and let her do the same. "But you can take it..." He began to giggle as he resumed thrusting, a noise which built up into a triumphant screech of laughter.
 
Sparkler jerked forward, her body rocking with each thrust. He was being much rougher with her this time, pushing harshly past her tender cervix, and she was aching from it. Each time he dove into her, it seemed like he pushed deeper than she felt possible, ripping her open to him. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the pain, but her body healed, and there was undeniable pleasure as well. It was coiling inside of her, preparing to release like a spring. When he pulled out for a moment, Sparkler was shaking. She panted and gasped for air, grateful for the brief reprieve.

"Y-you...did wh-what?" she gulped, as he spoke of the woman. "You're h-horrible. You... you disgusting...THING."

It wasn't terribly surprising. Sparkler had expected it. That was why she had rushed into battle so hastily. Still, the idea that all she had tried to do was doomed from the beginning, that she had failed so utterly and miserably, caused her to despair even more. The woman was lying in a ditch somewhere, or at the bottom of the river. She had failed Larksong, the woman, and the city all in one act of foolishness.

When he slammed back inside of her, penetrating her so deeply and completely, she yelped in pain. "I can't..." she protested with a sob. "I can't take it." He had burrowed so impossibly deep, it seemed his rigid member had penetrated into her very womb and center of her womanhood. Then she fell into a groan of both misery and pleasure as her inner muscles gripped against his motionless cock greedily, welcoming him back. As he laughed and began to move again, that laugh she so despised, her body began to spasm against him. Every thrust and cackle driving her over the edge into her orgasm. Maybe he was a monster, but what sort of scum derived pleasure from such a man, she wondered. Then her mind became foggy with the swirling chaos of sensations and she was unable to think anymore. Only hold on for dear life as her body convulsed beneath him, her arms threatening to collapse from the weight of it.
 
As Sparkler tightened around him, Silver Soul's eyes rolled back into his head. He was nearly as lost in the pleasure as she was. His laugh gave way to a triumphant roar as she began to shudder and spasm. He slowed his hips, making each thrust sharp and deliberate. As she reached the peak of her orgasm, his began, flooding her with his seed. Once again, the hands abusing her body dissolved in the wave of ecstasy that washed over him. He held his grip on her hips for a few seconds, trembling as he exhausted his load inside her, and then slumped forward, letting his muscular chest fall against her sweat-drenched back.

He stayed panting for a moment, but he wasn't quite done with her. So, he took a deep breath and summoned up the strength to sit back up, pushing off her shoulders and then grabbing her hair and pulling her along with him. His still hard member shifted inside her as he pulled her upright. With the hand not currently occupied with her head, he reached around her to take her breast, squeezing it gently. "Now look." He nodded towards the screen, where Larksong lay on the floor coughing up semen while he stood towering over the defeated heroine. "That could have been you, but I want you to enjoy yourself. Aren't you lucky?" Without waiting for her reply, he yanked her head back further, tilting it up towards him. He gazed down at her face, grinning, wondering what he would see there. Had her defiance penetrated the veil of lust yet? Or was she still lost in the haze?
 
Through the spasms of her passage, she could feel his deliberate thrusts and the pulsing of his organ. His roar of satisfaction and triumph met her ears and she soon felt as he began filling her with his pleasure. She could fill the thick, hot liquid spilling into her, filling her to overflowing. The knowledge that his seed was in her womb made her miserable, but she could only keep convulsing, her own pleasure perpetuated by his final exultant thrusts.

As he trembled against her, she felt a grim sort of satisfaction that perhaps he was as exhausted and spent as she. To her surprise, she felt him fall against her back, his hot, smooth skin pressed firmly against hers. His breath was as ragged as hers, and for a moment, her mind still lost in the haze of her pleasure, she could imagine he was a lover not an enemy. Isn't this what it would be like after passionate love making? The two collapsing in an exhausted but satisfied stupor? But that wasn't the case, now was it? He was an enemy and this was all against her will. The fantasy persisted, however, somewhere in a dark, secret corner of her mind.

The push against her shoulders jerked her back to reality. Her arms were weak and they buckled under the weight, causing her head to bow almost to the floor. It didn't quite make it there, as he suddenly jerked it upwards to him. The walls of her passage, still sensitive from her climax, twitched as he shifted inside of her. She could feel that he was still rigid and ready. This puzzled her. Wasn't it over? The girl had been virginal before her first encounter with him, but she still had some knowledge of sexual function. Besides, she heard other women talk, or rather, complain. He should be spent by now. Flaccid and exhausted. The idea that there might be more to come, struck fear in her. She wasn't sure her sanity could last through it.

Her gaze fell at his command on the screen in front of them. There was poor Larksong, face smeared with his release and coughing up the thick white fluid. Her stomach turned at the pitiful sight and she visibly winced. Then, his forceful jerk made her look at him. No, the haze of lust had gone, and her eyes were wide with something... fear? Then that word, "lucky" fell on her and stuck in her consciousness like a briar. Lucky? LUCKY? Lucky to be fucked and dominated by him? The arrogance of his words burned in her and rekindled her anger. She narrowed her eyes at him. Then, to her own shock and surprise she laughed. It was a bitter and tired laugh, but she couldn't seem to hold it in.

"Lucky?" she said, her voice hoarse but biting. "What kind of arrogant asshole are you? Like you're the only man who could make a woman come? If I was lucky, you'd be in a ditch somewhere and I'd be with someone, anyone else."

Fear was burning on the inside, but she couldn't stop. She wanted to show that he didn't have her under his thumb yet, eating from his hand like a mewling kitten.

"So excuse me," she hissed. "If i am not grateful for your small favors. What do you want me to do? Thank you? That's hilarious."
 
Silver Soul rolled his eyes at her tirade. It was not much, but it was at least some small respite from his constant confident smirk. "In light of what I could have done, what I could still do? You are lucky that I give more thought to your pleasure than to my own. You are lucky I don't fuck your throat and leave you choking on my seed, that I don't ravish your ass just to hear you scream. You are lucky that I am so gentle with you, so patient. That I don't fuck you mercilessly until your pelvis splits in two. You are lucky that I let you live at all." He let go of her head and reached down to trace the curve of her hip with his hand, running his fingers up her abs before settling this hand as well on her breast and squeezing it. "Of all the things I could do with this body--and I can do so many things with it, Sparkler, things you could scarcely imagine, innocent as you are--you are lucky that I have chosen one that gives you such great pleasure."

Before she could reply, Silver Soul sealed her lips with a kiss. Electricity coursed through her body as he sucked the last of her strength from her. But the kiss did not stop there; long after her energy reserves were exhausted, his lips caressed hers and his tongue teased the inside of her mouth. Only when he knew she was running out of air did he pull away. "But if you do not appreciate how fortunate you are, even when you see how bad things could be... then I may have to be a bit more stern with you." He was still toying with her breasts as new fingers materialized around her upper arms and thighs. Silver Soul got to his feet, dragging Sparkler with him; the half dozen hands held her upright against his chest, while his manhood still skewered her. Her own weight dragged her down onto it, and it pushed deeper into her body than ever before.

And then he began to walk. With each step, his shifting thighs would thrust and twist his member insider her. It got worse as he began to ascend the stairs, bouncing her up and down on his cock as he climbed. They ascended two flights, into the office portion of the building, and if anyone was outside, looking through the windows, they might have seen quite a spectacle. Silver Soul carried her into one of the areas where equipment had been set up, although at least these were hidden from public view. "Now tell me, my pet. Do you know why I've brought you here?"
 
The eye roll wasn't the reaction she was looking for, but it was something. As he described the things he could be doing to her, how he could be torturing her, she tried not to picture it. Still, her throat tightened as she imagined him thrusting himself down it and her insides churned as she imagined him invading her ass. He didn't seem gentle. He didn't seem patient. But those things he mentioned sent shivers of fear down her spine. Without her power to heal, he certainly could, quite literally, fuck her to death. When he ran his hands over her, she shivered involuntarily. The way he spoke of her, the way he touched her, it was like her body wasn't even her own. It was his and she was just along for the ride. Though, hadn't he said as much before?

He caught her lips in a kiss, before she could protest or turn away or struggle. At her core, she felt her body respond, and she stiffened as her electrical current sprang to life. The channel between the two of them opened and she offered up to him the last of her reserve. Even when all her power had been tapped, he continued to assault her lips. Her mouth parted in helpless obedience to his and she melted against him. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, and just when she thought she would faint, he pulled away. Gasping for air, her body shook from the stress. If she'd had any ideas of trying to escape, they were gone. She couldn't even fly now.

Tears sprang to her eyes as he began to move. With her ability to heal gone, his member was suddenly hurting her. The hands lifted her up, bruising and painful against the flesh of her arms. At least now, she thought, he would pull out and give her a moment of rest. But no, she slid back on him, her weight pushed down on him, forcing him even more deeply than she had thought possible. It tore into her and her quivering lips parted in a muted cry of pain. When he began ascending the stairs, she thought she would scream. With each step, she bobbed up and down on him, his cock fucking her passage roughly. Her body, still sensitive from the previous climax seemed to be reaching for pleasure again and it twitched against his movements inside of her. But there was pain still as well and it seemed her body could not find a balance between the two sensations.

The office area was dark at first and she prayed there was no one at the windows to see them. The mere thought of someone witnessing her humiliation made her want to vomit. When he finally stilled, she was breathing heavily and her insides were twitching. Slowly she looked around the room at the various pieces of unfamiliar equipment. She suddenly felt quite fearful of them, alien as they were to her. Swallowing she tried to answer him.

"No," she said flatly. "Why would I? I don't understand anything you do."
 
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